[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 -- The Castle
Skills: [/center][hr]

Cuyler gave Halley a bit of a look. He thought she knew that already. [color=pink]”Ya, what of it?”[/color] He placed the thing back in it’s holster and crossed his arms impatiently. He was tingling all over. He felt Arya was near, her [b]Magyk[/b] acting like its own compass. Thia pressed her head into his hip and he looked down at her, resting a hand on her head. Right. Arya wasn’t his concern at the moment, or his problem. That had been made clear months ago. But why then, was he so distraught and so concentrated on her he could practically feel her breath on his neck mingled with the summer rain… 
[color=pink]”Oh! Um, well that way is Marram Marshes and the other direction is the Castle again. I’m not sure what either could mean…”[/color] Cuyler tugged at the collar of his armor, feeling hot and embarrassed by his thoughts. He was certain his face was red. At least, it was until Halley spoke her next words. He was sure there was sympathy in her voice but Cuyler shook his head and pushed Thia away. Arnora spoke up and he snapped his head at her, glaring at his friend. She knew? How long had she know this. No. It was not possible. 
[color=pink]”No she is not. I would know if she was… if she… No.”[/color] Cuyler shook his head in defiance, his face growing red for a whole other reason now. Cuyler moved forward, completely ignoring Halley’s last comment. [color=pink]”The Marram Marshes is a couple days water travel from here, one if Freyr is on our side. So unless you can [b]Transporte[/b] us there, it is useless going.”[/color] What they needed was here. If they went and found Arya, she might be able to get them into this secret palace. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] C8 The Palace Courtyard ---> The Entrance Hall G5; [color=#006400]The Long Walk H5 ---> Amarantha and Luna’s Bedroom ---> The Parlor H1 -- The Palace[/color] 
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They entered the Palace after Lennox redirected the saved civilian to the barracks. Myrus may have relieved him of service to the Prince but he wasn’t going to leave him still. Lennox stood beside Myrus and surveyed the scene before him. There was so much death. So much. He focused on the vampires ahead though, ready to fight them if he had too. Between the three of them, Lennox thought they would be able to dispatch them all. For Lennox, beheading would be best and then killing the head. 

Her resolve deteriorated and she was on complete edge. When Amarantha came across the first corpse she didn’t even have time to think about resisting before she was on top of the body, ripping away flesh at the neck and draining the person of what little blood remained. Once there was nothing left to gleam, she pushed herself away from the body and wiped the blood from her face with her arm. She felt savage and raw but her senses only increased. The person had already been dead, was it really so bad? 
Amarantha rose to her feet and proceeded to Luna’s room, checking everything over and saw that she was nowhere to be seen but there was a trail of blood leading from her room. Amarantha then dashed into her room to change from her ruined clothes into something more suitable. Her dragon armor seemed to do the trick. She grabbed a cloak and extra knives just in case. Emerging from her room once again, Amarantha picked up on a familiar scent and followed it with a sense of urgency. She stormed into the parlor and glared at the creature in the room surrounded by more dead bodies. Two ways Amarantha could play this. Kill the thing and be done with it or…
[color=#006400]”You couldn’t have saved one for me?”[/color] She put on a fake pout before glancing about the room. [color=#006400]”A shame. Have you searched anywhere else for stranglers?”[/color] Amarantha managed to get her eyes to sparkle with desire, in hopes to gain an ally.

[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] ; Dragon Boat -- Marram Marshes
Skills: Enhanced Condition, Trivia Knowledge[/center][hr]

Titan shifted uncomfortably on the boat. He was rather on edge with the world crumbling below him. Still the boat did not move and he was growing a bit frustrated. 
“Well we better figure it out. Ahote never came through.” Titan answered Luna’s question with a bit of a clipped tone. 

A great blue creature, built like a warrior came into view and Ahote shifted back a step. The thing watched him like the hunters of back home watched their prey before landing a death blow. As if the creature heard him, it charge at Ahote. Shoving the glass shard into his pocket, Ahote looked wildly about for some sort of weapon. There were a handful of decent sized rocks that he grabbed up and only took a second to adjust his arm and aim before he threw. The brilliant rock hit the Frost Giant and knocked him off his feet and to the ground where he laid quite unconscious. Ahote relaxed and moved over to the giant. He quickly pulled the spear away, keeping it close to him in case he needed it to defend himself again before he started to look the rest of the giant over. He came across a rune of sorts with a symbol on it that was quite plain. Ahote twisted and turned it but he came to the same conclusion. During research he had learned of an Asgardian named Loki. Loki was more famously known as a trickster and loved grandeur and chaos. Come to think of it. The man who had been sitting on the throne in Ahote’s searching had fit the description of Loki. 
[color=#1E90FF]”So, in the future, near or far, Loki will come to the Castle and take the throne. This creature here may be in his control then…”[/color] Speaking out loud often helped to organize one's thoughts and help gain insight. Ahote looked about until an idea struck him. He quickly stood, putting the rune back on the giant as well as the spear before he dashed off, being careful not to mess up too much of the landscape and he took a position of hiding. His plan, should the Frost Giant not be out too long was to follow it back to wherever it came from. Perhaps it would lead him to Loki or perhaps to more clues about what exactly happened here.