[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydPQN0Lh/1838d2018132c903189151c4257fb318.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/6TJLhkdH/original.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][@eclecticwitch][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: August 9th, 12,511 - 4:10 PM[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Despite the generally poor condition of the beheaded vampire, Erasmus apparently managed to gather the energy to speak. And since they had just been flung into the future, it was no surprise what he decided to raise his voice and say: [i]"Where the bleedin' FUCk am I?!"[/i] the head rasped, being as loud as it could possibly be. As for Myth, her words would have a sense of truth to them. Not far from the body of her baby boy was her own corpse, the steel of a sword still through her stomach, lodged in the fatal wound. 

	Prince Myrus looked like he was about to cry, as Bruce and Myth more or less confirmed this likely was Ragnarok. [color=ff0000]"Well... I-if it is, don't we just have to protect Baldur, right? Since that's how it starts in the stories... He gets killed by a blind god,"[/color] Myrus rattled off. For a member of the Castle, he had learned an impressive amount of the myths of the Land of Long Nights. He found them much more comforting than the vague spirituality often practiced in the Small Wet Country. Unfortunately, he didn't know much more than that when it came to the beginning of Ragnarok in the myths. The Frost Giant was still in sight, but within the next ten minutes it wouldn't be - so they would likely need to make up their minds if they were going to pursue it, stick around, or attempt to find a way back to the past. 

	[color=ff0000]"C-couldn't we just protect Baldur? There's... there's got to be a spell or something, right?"[/color] he asked hopefully. [color=ff0000]"Like what if we made it so no one could hurt him somehow? I bet my sister could do it. Valda's really powerful - she's good at witchy stuff..."[/color][hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 5th, 12,508 - 10:10 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]The Palace Barracks - the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	Amarantha would resist the urge to feed off of Dawn and her mother with ease (nat 20!). She may as well be prophetic as when Amarantha left that particular area, she would hear a hiss, a scream, and then smell smoke. If she were to walk back on over there, she would discover that Dawn's mother and the vampire Gypsy were dead, with baby Dawn giggling happily to herself in the ashes left behind. 

	Of course, those aren't the only people Amarantha is going to run into. Regardless of what she does, she'll feel the steel of a blade against her neck as Apollodora Rincewind stepped out from the shadows with a grin, just as stealthy as any Young Army trained assassin. "Huh. You weren't supposed to be a Biter. Blame Caspian for that," she said, clearly amused with the situation. "Now come on, we need to fix things."

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

	Titan had fallen silent it seemed, though who could blame him? Not only had his sword been turned into butterflies, but he had fallen into a pool of water. It was enough to put a damper on anyone's mood, though the situation he and the Royals had returned to was far from ideal. Members of the Palace Guard had taken the bodies and lined them up by the gardens, attempting to identify the deceased. Those who had fangs in their mouths were taken over to one of the bonfires and burned, in order to hopefully prevent the spread of the disease. 

	Some of the servants of the Palace were helping with the clean up as well and they stopped, seeing the sisters safe and sound. While some of them let out a sigh of relief, others looked annoyed to see that Valda and Luna had survived. The riots that followed Queen Valda's Coronation had not entirely released all of the ill will some citizens of the Castle held towards her - there were still those who hated her and wished to see her removed from the throne. "Your Highness, your brother - he went on inside," one of the servants informed Valda after curtsying, figuring that she wanted to know where Myrus had gone off to. 

	Luna would notice the body of Mavis Moll among the dead - her brother's best friend and ex-girlfriend. Mavis used to come over to the Palace all of the time to hang out with the siblings, long before Valda returned from the Forest.

[color=ff0000][i][b]The Old Port Witch Coven House - the Port...[/b][/i][/color]

	Fleur would get the sense that she was being followed, as she headed back towards her old home. It wasn't by the demigods, as they were still standing near the docks talking amongst themselves and attempting to come up with a decent strategy. If she wanted to, she could easily go back and put some sort of listening spell on the demigods to learn what they were up to, but the unnerving feeling that someone was watching her every step was going to be increasing more and more. Beyond this, she wouldn't have any trouble making it back to her old home. Nera's face showed through the upstairs window as she looked down onto the street, smiling slightly as she saw Fleur. [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] Ramblings Room 847
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy[hr][/center]	Antonije nodded as Sylvi asked for confirmation that Violet was the late Arya Rincewind. A good portion of the Castle had gone to her memorial service at Wizard Tower, with a select few being invited to the private funeral. He recalled there being a lot of gossip surrounding the fact that her boyfriend, a Northern Trader, had failed to make an appearance - with some proclaiming that the Land of Long Nights had sent him as an assassin to kill the ExtraOrdinary Wizard and weaken the Castle. In light of the looming war they were facing with [i]both[/i] the Eastern SnowPlains and the Land of Long Nights, it wasn't the oddest theory out there. [color=cc33ff][i]I know I should have, Silvija... But I promised her that I wouldn't tell anyone about her. Not even you.[/i][/color]

	He sighed slightly, still holding her in his arms. Yes, he felt bad that he lied to her - but it was more of because he was caught, not because he regretted his actions. He still felt that keeping Sylvi in the dark about the entire Arya situation had been the right thing to do. He hadn't told Amarantha about her either. Some of it was from selfishness - if he told Violet about who she used to be, then there would be one less person in the world who would understand him. The determined vigilante would cease to exist and just be replaced with another annoying, rule following stuffy old wizard. Violet was the only person in the world who really understood him - besides Sylvi. Of course, he didn't want Sylvi to see the monster he really was. 

	She wouldn't love him if she did. [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] N/A [hr][/center]	Halley frowned, thinking all of that over. If Loki had left this location so quickly, then odds were that he knew they were here looking for him. That would complicate matters. She huffed in frustration, tapping her foot lightly against the ground as she tried to come up with the best plan of action. It was irritating that her brother and Myth still hadn't returned to the search party - what could possibly be taking him so long? What was so important that he would put the fate of the Nine Realms at risk? He knew as well as anyone the extreme danger posed by the Tesseract - by the Space Stone. She didn't doubt that it dwarfed whatever insignificant quarrel he was pursuing. 	

	Cuyler and Arnora's words mostly were just echoes of each other. [color=ed145b]"Let's approach this logically, shall we? We know that Loki was inside this fortress. Once we have arrived, he's gone and we cannot find a way to get inside. We know that the key to getting inside his fortress is one of those three individuals from the dragon boat creature or somewhere at the Palace."[/color] She hesitated, wishing that saying all of those things aloud would have given her some sort of indication as what they should do. She clenched and unclenched her hand, briefly considering whether to go and ask Fleur for aid in dealing with Loki since Bruce had yet to turn up. 

	[color=ed145b]"... I don't know,"[/color] she admitted quietly. [color=ed145b]"... Let's try following him more, if he just ends up back here once we reach Wizard Tower then we can adapt the plan."[/color]