[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] The Port
[color=pink]Skills:[/color] Sense Magyk[/center][hr]

As Cuyler worked the wall and Arnora made her comment, he childishly stuck his tongue out at her. Cuyler vaguely heard Halley’s comment that there was some structure beyond the wall as he reached the end of it and gave pause. Her next comment didn’t even register. Something seemed to shift around him and within him. Like a warm embrace, the lingering presence of Ayra’s [b]Magyk[/b] wrapped around him securely and he leaned into it. He shut his eyes as the feeling encompassed him and seemed to cement him into place. Complete visions of summer rain flooded his senses as if he were caught in a storm that shifted into the feeling of soft hands. The smell of the sea, so strong it was like he was on his boat right now with the sea spray splashing across his face until it was replaced with soft kisses. His fingers seemed to twitch against the invisible wall as his hands found the familiar guitar chord progressions of the song he had wrote Arya. 
Cuyler suddenly stepped back from the wall, reality sinking back in and he looked up and down, then side to side until his eyes rested ahead of him. There was a new determination set to Cuyler’s shoulders, a fierceness in his eyes that only ever followed during battle. [color=pink]”Arya is here. I can feel her [b]Magyk[/b],”[/color] he said passionately. [color=pink]”We need to get inside.”[/color] Feeling Cuyler’s anxiousness and eagerness Thia started to growl deep in her throat and moved around restlessly. 
Cuyler shifted and pulled out his axe, turning the handle in his hand until he let it go and it floated. Egil hovered in the air for a moment before starting to spin like a compass. Only this time it spun and spun until it stopped in one direction then spun back in the opposite way. It continued to do this until Cuyler determined it’s two locations. The Castle and the Marram Marshes. Cuyler growled in frustration and Thia simply barked. He grabbed onto his axe so it stopped spinning and gripped the handle tightly. [color=pink]”Useless,”[/color] he muttered. 
 
[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] C9 ---> C8 -- The Palace Courtyard; [color=#006400]The Entrance Hall F5 ---> The Long Walk H5 -- The Palace[/color] 
[color=#006400]Skills:[/color] Stamina, Resistance, Stealth [/center][hr]

Lennox flinched, covering his mouth when he gagged as the skull of the Vampire shattered open. One must remember that Lennox was Palace Guard before Amarantha took over. He didn’t have the same taste for blood as the rest of the former Young Army seemed to. He grabbed onto Mryus, worried the Prince was going to go in again on the very dead Vampire head. The Prince was shaking but still Lennox didn’t let go. 
They made their way to the front doors of the Palace in time to see the civilian vomit. This is when Lennox let go of the Prince and went to the civillian’s aid. He looked about the front lawn of the Palace. Places still burned and there were still a couple of Vampires in the area. Options were limited but there still may be people at the Palace Barracks. He looked back at the civilian and gave him directions on how to get there. 

Amarantha did not get very far in her travels as a group of Vampires came forth, dripping blood and demanded from her the location of the Queen. She gave them a look and opened her mouth to respond in her typical disrespectful way but was interrupted by the brute with flames. Bruce gave an equally satisfying answer before he lit up a [b]Magykal[/b] appearing staff and a swirl of fire traveled with it. Amarantha shrank back from the thing, a fear she hadn’t known before now possessing her. However, the flames were directed towards the other Vampires and Amarantha didn’t hesitate before she slunk back and made a break for the Long Walk. 
She came to a halt near the beginning of the corridors and stared around her. There was so much blood. She could smell it [i]everywhere[/i]. The Vampires had gotten everywhere, into everything and it ground away at Amarantha’s control. She tightened her hands into fists as they began to shake. The beasts had gotten into her domain and quite possibly killed the second person she only ever let herself love. If anyone who was foe came across Amarantha now, they would certainly wish they hadn’t. 

[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 Future Palace[/color] ; Old Cottage ---> Dragon Boat -- Marram Marshes
[color=#1E90FF]Skills:[/color] Foresight, Enhanced Condition[/center][hr]

Titan was about ready to just dive over the edge and hope for the best when the great dragon boat came into view. He jumped back, holding his sword up and stared at the thing in disbelief. The great dragon head bowed to Titan after a lengthy assessment. He lowered his sword but didn’t disarm and he moved over and looked at the two girls who were smiling at him. He blinked at them then looked back at the dragon head as he inched his way to the side of the boat. Titan looked at the dragon the whole while as he got into the boat. 
“How’s it going? Really?” He looked at the two of them and shook his head. “Let’s get out of here.” He continued to eye the dragon suspiciously. 

Image after image flashed around Ahote and through his head as the events of the past were replayed in his head. Luckily, he was able to go past five minutes but there wasn’t much detail but just enough to give him a clear picture of who the culprit obviously was. Ahote paused on this image a moment, committing it to memory before he looked at the red head at his feet. He couldn’t determine who it was and wouldn’t be able to for every royal ruler of the Castle bore a head of fire. The glass shard remained firmly gripped in his hand and yielded no more results to him as Ahote looked into the past. 
A distance or rather present sound of dirt or some other rubbish shifting under foot brought Ahote back from his searching. He quickly rose to his feet, shifting around and brought the glass shard up in front of him in a blocking stance in order to protect himself. He looked around in front of, beside and behind him as he cued into his enhanced hearing sense to pick up on any subtle changes. 
[color=#1E90FF]”Who’s there?”[/color]