[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: November 5th, 12,508 - 9:40 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]Inside the Palace - the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	As Bruce entered the [b]Library Wing[/b] of the Castle, he would find that a great deal of the old and coveted texts had been destroyed by the invading vampires. It seemed that they had no appreciation for the knowledge they had carelessly deprived future generations of. There were bloody tracks going towards a solid wall before abruptly stopping and a ghost [b]Appeared[/b] to Bruce and Lennox. [i]"Get back, ye knaves!"[/i] the ghost ordered. Now, why would these bloody prints end at a solid wall? And why would the ghost of a knight be so determined to protect it? Did the prints belong to Prince Myrus? They seemed incredibly fresh. Had he just vanished somehow - but he didn't know any [b]Magyk[/b] so what was going on?

[color=ff0000][i][b]The Palace Grounds - the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	Most people had left the scene by this point and the palace guards looked beyond exhausted as Mona came to approach them. One of the guards couldn't have been older than eighteen - she was a strong little thing with mousy eyes and a shaved head. Beginning in the corner of her eyes and going down her neck were intricate tattoos - all of them runic symbols for battle, war, and fortune. "I think we got it handled 'ere, Miss Mona," the woman said, wiping sweat off her brow. "'Ave you seen Miss Amarantha?" she then asked. All of the hostiles were taken care of and now the problem was going to be treating and burying the dead. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Antonije Magnisky[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/rFKQMqzL/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Palace Grounds -> Makers' Mile
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Some people would have been disgusted to receive a kiss from someone drenched in blood - but Antonije actually found it a little bit attractive. It was fortunate that his clothing left things to the imagination, as otherwise it would have been a bit awkward for everyone involved. [color=cc33ff]"Home,"[/color] he agreed, not caring if Myth was following him or not. He was focused on Sylvi and if Myth wanted to stay behind to wait for Bruce, then that was her choice. 

	The Ramblings were located on the other side of the Castle from the Palace and since it was Bonfire Night, the streets were more crowded than usual, slowing down their progress. Of course, people were giving Antonije and Sylvi a wide berth once they noticed the copious amounts of blood on her face. The entire walk, Antonije's eyes kept on going up towards the top of buildings, as if he was expecting to see someone there in the night. Maybe he was on the lookout for the vigilantes that roamed the Castle, afraid that one of them would return for Sylvi?

	[color=cc33ff]"We need to get rid of these marks,"[/color] he told her softly. [color=cc33ff]"Do you think your bardic [b]Magyk[/b] can do it?"[/color] he asked. If not, they could always see if they could find a witch who would be willing to help them. He wanted to avoid Wizard Tower for obvious reasons - he didn't doubt that old Rowland would be able to tell who the [b]Magykal[/b] signature on these marks belonged to. [color=cc33ff]"And Sylvi, if you ever see a woman with yellow eyes...? I want you to run and hide, okay? Anyone you see with a cloak that isn't me, just go and pretend to be dead."[/color][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] Perception, [b]Chaos Magyk[/b][hr][/center]	She squinted slightly as she tried to make out what the dragon boat was doing - and then sighed slightly. The dragon was just flying forward, as if a giant ball of fire hadn't just come out at them from nowhere. Halley didn't want to use her powers too drastically, preferring small and controlled uses - something that was practically antithetical to [b]Chaos Magyk[/b]. Tilting her head from side to side, she then rolled her wrists and took a firm stance, looking up at the boat. 

	[color=ed145b]"Please step back,"[/color] she asked her companions. Her eyes became filled with a blinding red light and [b]Chaos[/b] energy swirled around her hands, as Halley lifted her arm and pointed her hand at the dragon. She then pulled her hand back towards her, uttering a command: [color=ed145b]"[i][b]Land[/b][/i]."[/color] Reality around them became incredibly hazy as suddenly, sitting in the water at the docks as if it had always been there, the dragon boat appeared. The dragon tilted her head slightly, confused as to who could have done such a thing. 

	Meanwhile, the demigoddess just wiped a bit of blood away from her nose. She didn't recognize any of the passengers. [color=ed145b]"Hello there,"[/color] Halley greeted, as if they had just bumped into each other casually on a Sunday night stroll. [color=ed145b]"I believe you can assist us with an enchantment, if you don't mind."[/color]