[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] Wizard Tower Courtyard -- The Castle
Skills: [/center][hr]

Myth skipped off with Bruce and Cuyler relaxed a little. The temper was a little known thing but not to that extent. He didn’t think a comment like Arnora had made warranted such a reaction but then again, Arnora shouldn’t have made the comment to begin with. Even though he knew they were Asgardian now, they still weren’t Asgardian. Not even completely half. He watched the retreating form of Bruce before he looked back to Halley. Maybe he thought so highly of Bruce because of the way he continually came to the aid of his people. There weren’t many stories of Halley doing the same. 
As he was thinking this, Halley approached Arnora, after apologizing on Bruce’s behalf and her hands started to glow, along with Arnora’s nose. Cuyler watched in as much amazement as he had when she raised the dead. One second Arnora’s nose was all kinds of messed up and in the next, it was completely healed. He looked back at Halley, watching her curiously. He was much more interested in the way she thought and why she thought then anything else at the moment. That was the thing with Cuyler. He tended to become fascinated with how things worked. People included. 
Cuyler still felt this faint pull towards the direction Bruce and Myth went but he trusted those two. Whatever was happening at the Palace, between those two and Arya, it would get solved. He was here for his mother and the mission to bring back Loki and the Tesseract. 
[color=pink]”The Port is this way,”[/color] Cuyler looked back as he heard the location from Arnora. He was moving to lead the way when he looked back and saw Arnora was already heading for Port. He maneuvered his sword and stepped forward to follow along behind Arnora. 
[color=pink]”If we find him, what is the plan?”[/color] 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] P7 ---> U7, [color=#006400]J8[/color] -- The Palace Courtyard 
Skills: Stamina, Resistance, Psychological Deception, Parkour [/center][hr]

Just as Lennox thought, the Vampire spoke up and even though it was only a few words and softly spoken, Lennox picked up on it just as Mryus did. He looked at the Prince and back at the Vampire. There was a sudden explosion and Lennox moved back, grabbing Prince Myrus to protect him but the Vampires were being taken care of by another person who could create fire. They were all coming out of nowhere it seemed. Another problem for later Lennox supposed. 
“Bonfire night is a celebration here, a holiday for most. It could be considered a weak time for us. Or perhaps it is a distraction.” Lennox wasn’t sure if the Prince even heard his words as Myrus advanced on the Vampire and pressed a boot down onto his head. 
“We need him alive for a little while longer. He gave us one answer, perhaps he will give us more.” Lennox stretched out his wrist and squeezed so three drops of blood fell onto the Vampire’s awaiting lips. 

Amarantha’s words were meaningless to Arya but in her defense, this wasn’t Arya and Amarantha understood that more as her eyes shifted to yellow. Amaratha narrowed her own ice blue eyes at the former [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard. Before she could say much of anything she was thrown back. She rolled and sprang to her feet. Amarantha rolled her shoulders back, happy to be free. 
[color=#006400]”Oh I am certain she is very much alive. Maybe not in this time but in another. No matter, she is my successor and if you do not find her before you kill me, I will haunt your ass, mark my words.”[/color] Amarantha pulled out a dagger and looked at Ayra as she started to build up her [b]Magyk[/b] again. She hoped her words would hit home this time. Amarantha thrived on the threat of her words coming true more so than her physical advancements. 
[color=#006400]”You forget Arya, you failed this Castle first. Many moons ago.”[/color] Amarantha’s eyes shifted from Arya a moment, just for a fraction as she scanned the grounds. She saw the Prince standing over a Vampire with Lennox beside him, Mona going after another Vampire and failing, then a newcomer well, not so new. Bruce walked in with Myth close at hand and he attacked the Vampire Mona missed, who was now creating one hell of a dust storm. 
Amaratha took that as her cue and with the two fire marbles in her hands from Mona, she aimed them for Arya. 
[color=#006400]”I saved this place. I saved its people and gave them a voice. I’ll be back Ayra and I’ll have more answers for you before I save the Castle from you.”[/color] With her parting words, she tossed the marbles in Arya’s direction. Not in a way to kill but in a way to cause further distraction for her to escape. Once the marbles were released from her hand, she turned and ran. She ran past a feeding Sylvi and headed for the wall, grabbing on and worked her way up the cracks, hoping to make it up and over the wall with her advanced parkour and stealth skills. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location: The Queen’s Room --- The Palace ; Old Cottage -- Marram Marshes [/color]
Skills: [/center][hr]

Titan listened to Valda and watched Luna wander the room until she came across a book. He watched her curiously, moving closer to get a better look. All the while he kept looking around the room, waiting for Ahote to appear but still the foreigner didn’t show. The ground started to shake and he reached out, grabbing for Luna. Valda’s information on the ground actually splitting did nothing for Titan’s nerves. He was in a foreign place with two of the Castle’s royals to protect. They needed a miracle.
“By all means, give it a try but we don’t have many options or time.” 

Perhaps Ahote was a crow in his former life for it seemed he had an eye for shiny things. He stepped forward as light caught the glint of a ring and Ahote picked it up to examine further. It held a brilliant emerald within its claws and a delicate dragon was the artistic factor to it. As Ahote looked at the ring, twisting it in the light to catch different details he realized what the ring was. He frowned. He knew many stories of Puck, some from the Queen but most of them were from Amarantha. Why on earth would she keep this from such a corrupt man? Did she even know she still had it? Still, why was there a dragon on this ring? There had to be a meaning behind it. Ahote set the ring down, tempted as he was to keep it and confront her but it was not his place. Instead he set it down on a table, front and center for her to see and perhaps she would finally toss it away. 
As he replaced the ring, something else caught his eye. This was even more confusing than the first. A piece of broken glass sat wrapped in delicate cloth. What on earth? What was the point in keeping this? Ahote looked through the drawer, searching for anything else before he pulled out the glass to examine it and the cloth further. Perhaps there was something written on the cloth. He touched the tip of the glass shard, examining its thickness and shape as he unwrapped it.