[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydPQN0Lh/1838d2018132c903189151c4257fb318.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RC2j6tkj/tumblr-oub47y-FMKP1u034pso1-500.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][@eclecticwitch][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: Date Unknown [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Whenever he is, Ahote still won't have much of a clue. He won't have any ideas on how to get back to his time yet either - nothing concrete beyond just poking at the glass shard over and over again, hoping to recreate the accident but in reverse. As he sees back through time, he will feel that he has gone beyond the normal five minutes. The traces are faint and they are like echoes now, but whatever happened here had taken so much energy that he could still feel it. While he won't be able to see the fall of the Castle and the destruction of the Palace itself, Ahote will see [url=https://images.fatherly.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/hiddleston-loki.jpg?q=65&enable=upscale&w=600]this man[/url] sitting on the throne, the body of a Castle Queen at his feet. 

	In the midst of his attempt to seek answers, he will also be able to hear some shifting rubble nearby - he isn't alone here.[hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 5th, 12,508 - 9:10 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]The Entrance Hall - the Palace, the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

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	As Bruce and Amarantha enter the Entrance Hall, the overwhelming sense of death and chaos is striking. As the ex-Deputy Hunter already observed, most of the blood trails were in the direction of the Long Walk, but not exclusively. Some of them head towards the Library Wing, some to the Throne Room, and even some to the Tea Room! Unfortunately though, the odds were not in Amarantha's favor to be able to head back to her room quickly. A pack of vampires - twelve, from a rough count - have emerged from the Throne Room, blood streaking their faces and trailing behind them with each step. 

	"Hey, you!" Philomena called out. "Mind telling us where the dear old Queen is?" she asked, her fangs plainly visible. She kicked a corpse to the side as she walked forward, not even caring to step around the poor departed soul. 
	
[color=ff0000][i][b]The Old Port Witch Coven Home - the Port...	[/b][/i][/color]

	Nera [b]Appeared[/b] to Fleur as she always did - of course, she could have decided not to but why would she? Fleur was the only one who came to visit her really, aside from that odd girl, Miranda. She had also loved Fleur both in life and in death. [color=7bcdc8][i]"I thought you would be joyous, not sorrowful,"[/i][/color] Nera said with interest. [color=7bcdc8][i]"Even once I am free to leave this place and go wherever I wish in this world... I will always be there for you."[/i][/color] She meant it as well. Ghosts could only go once more where living they had gone before - so essentially, anywhere Nera had been when she was alive, she could go now as a ghost. She had even been to some parts of the Witch Country before. 

	[color=7bcdc8][i]"So tell me, what has changed in the world since I saw you last?"[/i][/color] Nera asked her. Given that the Port Witch Coven Home was abandoned, she didn't really get much news of what was going on outside. Sometimes she would peer out the window, down into the street, but that mostly just gave her a view of the drunks going home from the tavern.

[color=ff0000][i][b]The Keeper's Cottage - Draggen Island, the Marram Marshes...[/b][/i][/color]

	The Dragon Boat continued to rise, the ground around them shaking with each beat of her wings. Just as Luna had described, the elegant creature was a [b]Magykal[/b] hybrid between a dragon and a boat. Unlike the dragon they had met a few years ago of course, she didn't seem to be able to change into a human form - but at least she did not have an annoying trophy husband with her, so that was definitely a plus. The creature's eyes seemed to be made out of emeralds and the Dragon Boat stared at Titan intently, attempting to determine if he was friend or foe. The boat then bowed her head slightly towards him. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Antonije[/color] and [color=ff0000]Myrus[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/DZgBV4F5/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] the Palace Grounds - the Castle ([color=ff0000]C9[/color], [color=cc33ff]D6[/color])
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=cc33ff]Telepathy, Trivia Knowledge[/color][hr][/center][hider=Battle Map][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Vvn2pB4T/battle-map1.png[/img]
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	Antonije hesitated for a moment as Sylvi hugged him, not certain that he deserved her embrace. Regardless, he returned it for her sake. He didn't know much about vampires, but it wasn't the life she deserved. She had run away from her country and her family - all to pursue her dream of music. There was no cure for vampirism. [color=cc33ff]"You're a daughter of the night,"[/color] he told her quietly. Her skin was cold to his touch, like marble. She felt stronger than the precious ores his father had told him about, lamenting that they did not have as much of this [b]Magyk[/b] metal as they would have liked. [color=cc33ff]"I'm... I'm so sorry,"[/color] he whispered to her, not certain what else to say. 

	What was he going to tell her? He could have told her about feeding habits she'd need to maintain or speculate about how she would need to avoid sunlight and fire, but... Every time he even thought about beginning some sort of sentence like that, he just saw the love of his life in pain. There was blood on her face - Mavis' blood - and if he was honest with himself, it was a bit of an attractive look. As Myth came over to them, Antonije stared at her for a moment and he shook his head. [color=cc33ff][i]"I'm not leaving her,"[/i][/color] he said into Myth's mind. [color=cc33ff][i]"...I love her more than I love machines... or fire..."[/i][/color]

	Myrus stared at Lennox with frightened violet eyes. They weren't getting anywhere with Asphodel and he hadn't even considered really the possibility that there could be more vampires inside of the Palace. He hoped that his siblings were hiding in the vault or the Queen's Room - the safest places in there. Maybe Valda would have suggested they go down and hide in the Royal Crypt, she was a bit different like that at times. [color=ff0000]"If we can't get more from him..."[/color] Myrus said softly, sniffling. His best friend had died. Sure, Asphodel hadn't been the one to do it, but...

	He stared down at the head and slammed his foot down onto the nose. Nothing happened and Myrus' hands started to shake, the red energy flaring up as his eyes shifted colors. He stomped again and this time, the nose shattered. 

	"You'll have to do better than that!" Asphodel sneered. 

	Myrus let out a scream and jumped up, before bringing his foot down on the head. This time, his heel connected perfectly and the skull cracked open, caving in on the brain. He didn't seem to realize he had succeeded in this, as Myrus kept on stomping on the head until the brain matter had been sprayed all over a five foot radius. He was panting slightly from the exertion and the release of emotions, his foot throbbing immensely but he didn't care. 

	[color=ff0000]"L-Let's go inside, then...."[/color] he said to Lennox, as if he had not just repeatedly stomped on the head to kill the vampire in the grossest and most inhuman way he could.

	In front of the Palace Entrance, the civilian vomited, having been so paralyzed by fear a moment ago and now overcome with nausea. He was a burly short man with a massive beard and beady eyes - portions of his beard had flowers braided into it. "T'anks...." the man said weakly, glad that Mona had gotten him out of that mess. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ed145b]Halley Banner[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/QdnhxFKS/tumblr-oypqjn-QGjz1rfco8go1-400.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ed145b]Location:[/color][/b] the Docks - the Port 
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b] [b]Chaos Magyk[/b], Perception[hr][/center]	Halley didn't notice anything out of the ordinary in the Port - everything seemed relatively calm and peaceful, given that it was Bonfire Night and something odd was going on in the Castle that her brother had decided he just [i]had[/i] to deal with. More realms than Midgard needed protection and if they were to interfere in every little matter, then they would not be able to help when it truly mattered. [color=ed145b]"Let me see what I can [b]Sense[/b],"[/color] Halley said, closing her eyes slightly. Her mutant abilities allowed her to warp the fundamental nature of reality, meaning that she had inherent [b]Magykal[/b] skill. There was definitely an entrance in front of them to a grand structure - a palace, in fact - but it was [b]Concealed[/b]. 

	[color=ed145b]"There's a palace complex behind the wall, the entrance is [b]Hidden[/b] - we just need to figure out what key will allow us to pass,"[/color] Halley told her companions. She raised an eyebrow slightly, watching as Cuyler went along the wall and attempted to feel out its secrets. [color=ed145b]"Are you quite down molesting the facade?"[/color] she asked, shaking her head slightly. There was a reason Cuyler was a warrior, not a mage. She tried thinking on what sort of key this enchantment would take to allow them through, but nothing was coming to mind. Maybe some of the locals new about the [b]Concealed[/b] palace complex in the Port, but she doubted it. Either Loki had built it in order to make himself a secret base - he did enjoy grand structures - or someone else had and wished to keep it [b]Hidden[/b] for a reason. 	

	As Cuyler searched for the [b]Magyk[/b], he would instead [b]Sense[/b] something else. Despite the time it had been since they had last seen each other and all that had happened, he would know Arya Rincewind's [b]Magyk[/b] like the back of his hand. A wave of sensations would hit him - the feeling of summer rain, the scent of the sea, the rhythm of a song... He wouldn't know it, but his mother was interfering in his love life!