[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 - 4:40 PM[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Myrus' violet eyes widened in fear as he saw Byleirst snatch up Mona. He had heard a few stories about the Frost Giants and none of them were good. In those tales, Thor was usually the one going off and putting them down - he didn't know if Bruce would be strong enough to handle them. And if this was Ragnarok, then for this Frost Giant to have survived all of that... he had to have been one of the strongest ones. He had a nagging suspicion there was something important he was forgetting, but instead the prince started to look around, trying to find a rock but he just couldn't at the moment. It was like his brain had forgotten what a rock looked like. 

	Byleirst stared at Myth, dumbfounded. "How... The Host of Asgard... The House of Odin [i]died[/i]!" he protested, looking at her as if asking for her to explain just exactly why she wasn't dead. The little woman in his hands, Mona, didn't even seem to be that startled by the fact that he had picked her up. And then, the little man had summoned fire! There was only one logical explanation as far as Byleirst was concerned... They were [i]all[/i] Asgardians!

	The Frost Giant set Mona down gingerly, as if afraid that if he set her down too roughly she would turn around and punch him, shattering his knees with a single blow. [hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 5th, 12,508 - 10:40 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]The Long Walk - the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	Apollodora chuckled slightly. "Oh yes, with my amazing innate [b]Magykal[/b] abilities I'll just brew you a potion," she quipped sarcastically. Unlike her brother, she didn't have any [b]Magyk[/b]. Her eyes never turned green. And while she knew her mother would never admit it, Rainbrook was her favorite for that reason. That was fine by her. The less she had to interact with her parents, the better. This mission into the past was an unfortunate need to prevent herself from being written out of existence. 

	For a moment, the time traveler looked confused as Amarantha mentioned the Eastern SnowPlains, but then she understood. Apollodora knew that nation by another name, one that inspired more fear and terror than its current one. The young woman was waiting inside the Long Walk, looking out at Amarantha in the courtyard as the servants confirmed that they hadn't found Mona. She could be alive then - or maybe her body just had not yet been located. "Come on, hurry up will ya?" Apollodora called out. 

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

	While Valda's [b]Magyk[/b] could not be used to set a living creature on fire, there are some torches lining the walls of the crypt that could be ignited with her powers. All Titan then would have to do would be to take the lit torch and set the fire to the head of the vampire, removing it from this plane of existence. Of course, they may wish to keep the vampire alive and question it, in order to learn more about why they attacked the Palace that evening. 

	[i]"So hungry..."[/i] the vampire head moaned. Upon closer inspection, the trio would realize that the vampire was not a fully grown adult. No, this vampire appeared to be a small child, no older than thirteen. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9B30FF]Violet[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SKZ4DwBf/tenor.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9B30FF]Location:[/color][/b] Outside the Old Port Witch Coven Home - the Port 
[b][color=#9B30FF]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	[color=#9B30FF]"... I am sorry. Who was this person you lost?"[/color] Violet asked Fleur, hearing that she had lost someone dear because of Amarantha. She wasn't surprised. From what she had seen, the military leader was reckless when it came to the lives of others. Amarantha was a product of the corrupt Young Army and Arya had no doubt that the corruption in the Castle included her. With her death, they could usher in a new era of peace and prosperity. It was something she had been wanting to push her accomplice towards, as he had a connection to Amarantha that would easily be exploited. 

	Of course, she would have to kill Antonije Magnisky one day - he was a means to an end and she knew the darkness that lurked inside of his heart. But once the work was done, the Castle would not need them - and she too would plunge the dagger into her own heart, finally removing the last drop of malice from the land. Breaking the stillness, Violet nodded her head. [color=#9B30FF]"I will come see your Coven... And I will aid you, but my battle is here. My work is not yet done."[/color] She couldn't just drop everything and devote herself entirely to Fleur's cause, but she would join and when needed, she would show up. 

	Every other waking moment would be spent here in the Castle, spilling the blood of those who would go unpunished for their sins. She had to take care of those she had marked, before they could spread that monstrous disease to too many people in the Castle. Hopefully, the visit to Fleur's coven would not add too many to the ranks of the vampires. [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 - the Castle
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy [hr][/center]	He didn't really care that she had snapped at him - it was a hard truth to swallow. His eyes went over towards the door, wondering briefly what life would be like if Sylvi's family were to appear in moments and take her back to the Land of Long Nights. Antonije's grip on her tightened considerably. He didn't want her to be taken away from him, preferring to keep her all to himself. So many people in his life were gone, he didn't want Sylvi to be the next one to go. It was bad enough that his siblings had decided to go live on another planet with people who weren't even their family, rather than stay here with him. His parents were dead. He didn't even know if they had any living extended family or not. 

	[color=cc33ff][i]Calm down, Silvija,[/i][/color] he instructed, smoothing her hair. The hunger would be beginning to gnaw at her again, but it wasn't so bad that she couldn't think quite yet. [color=cc33ff][i]I know you don't want to hurt anyone, but what do you think happens if these criminals live? They get away with horrible things, like rape and murder and robbery... They're going to hurt people. And if you don't stop them, then when the bad things happen, they happen because of you,[/i][/color] he reasoned, continuing to stroke her hair to try to keep her calm. [color=cc33ff][i]I can't make this choice for you Silvija, but you should know that right now... You have a lot of power. So there is some responsibility that comes with that too - you owe a debt...[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff][i]You know, the neighbor across the hallway beats his wife and kids...[/i][/color] he informed her, planting the idea into her head. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ed145b]Halley Banner[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/13B13k31/tumblr-oxp47ynb-WK1qd4bljo5-r1-540.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ed145b]Location:[/color][/b] Wizard Tower Courtyard - the Castle
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b]  N/A [hr][/center]	Rowland was one of the nicer ExtraOrdinary Wizards, but he was not about to foolishly trust every person who came up to Wizard Tower screaming about danger - especially if Cuyler Eysteinsson accompanied them. He had thought of the man as a son at one point, someone suitable to court Arya (who was practically his daughter), but he had realized how ridiculous a notion that had been. If Cuyler had truly loved Arya, he would have gone to her funeral rather than drop off the face of the earth. "I am afraid, my dear, that I cannot allow you entrance to the tower - especially not the Pyramid Library," Rowland said frankly. 

	His expression soured more as he saw Cuyler shove by Arnora - really, what had he ever seen in him? "That's no way to treat a lady, boy," he scolded. "You know bloody well why I'm wearing these robes!" Rowland then snapped, his pupils contracting slightly. 

	[color=ed145b]"Look, we don't have time for this petty squabbling,"[/color] Halley interjected. [color=ed145b]"It's clear you hate Cuyler, so he'll stay out here and if we could talk to you in private..."[/color] she suggested. One of the more annoying things about Asgard was that everyone held grudges. Freya still refused to even have dinner in the presence of Thor after what he tried to get her to do when his hammer was stolen a few thousand years ago. It made things irritating at best when some matter concerning Asgard and Vanaheim came up, requiring the two of them to discuss it. 

	Rowland didn't even dignify Halley's idea with a response. "She died, Cuyler! Arya died! You didn't show up - you didn't even care, you just left the Castle as if she was just nothing to you, just someone that could be thrown away and disposed like refuse! Where were you at her funeral?! WHERE WERE YOU WHEN SHE NEEDED YOU, BOY?!" Rowland ranted, his voice growing louder and louder in volume. An errant spark of [b]Magyk[/b] came off of his fingers and zapped Cuyler - probably unintentional, but it was hard to tell at this point. "YOU NEVER CARED FOR HER - SHE WAS NOTHING TO YOU! YOU DIDN'T DESERVE HER!" 

	Rowland then struck Cuyler across the face, a hard slap that would cause Cuyler's face to turn red with the impression of Rowland's hand. The rings he wore on his hand didn't help either, leaving little cuts and indents in Cuyler's face. 

	Halley gave a sideways glance at Arnora, feeling a bit awkward. Things were escalating rather quickly here and it didn't seem like the ExtraOrdinary Wizard was going to calm down at any point soon - and boy, did he hate Cuyler... She could relate to Rowland some on that point at least.