[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydPQN0Lh/1838d2018132c903189151c4257fb318.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/85zs47xj/source.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 - 10:50 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]The Palace Crypt - the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	The little boy, hardly older than five, happened to be Milo, the groundskeeper's son. He was a fairly quiet child, preferring to spend his time in the gardens among the plants rather than talking with other people. It had become a bit of a point of contention with his teacher at the Yellow School in the Ramblings. "I'm fine..." Milo mumbled, gingerly accepting Luna's request and crawling out from the coffin he had been hiding in. There was blood on his shirt, but it was hard to tell if the blood was Milo's or not. 

	The group wouldn't be alone for long though, as there was the sound of footsteps going down the stairs. Amarantha and [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/5/52/Huntress_with_a_crossbow.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20160309205714]Apollodora[/url]. Apollodora smirked slightly, recognizing the Royals assembled there. "Queen Valda - a pleasure," she said, crossing her arms. "Biter head? Cool." Almost as if on cue, the head started to hiss dramatically, bearing its fangs - did the little vampire expect that they were just going to waltz on over there and allow themselves to be bitten? "Are you gonna kill that or do I have to do it for you?" Apollodora then asked. 

	The head hissed at her and the time traveler rolled her eyes, sarcastically hissing back (though she lacked the fangs for it). "Annoying piece of shit," she muttered. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff0000]Myrus Silvers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/bvxVPzjD/tumblr-mf4te5lnc-K1qfofhwo1-r1-500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff0000]Location:[/color][/b] Private Courtyard - the Palace 
[b][color=ff0000]Skills:[/color][/b] Court Etiquette, Castle History, Castle Legends[hr][/center]	"Oh I'm fucking peachy," Erasmus rasped, a black fluid dripping out of his mouth as he talked. The beheaded vampire didn't seem to have taken on any additional damage, even with Bruce using his cosmic flames to transport them back in time. The group landed in the courtyard outside the Palace, essentially in between the barracks and the Royal Family's dwelling. The death and decay was not nearly as bad here as it had been out in the front lawn by the boat launch where Bonfire Night had been celebrated. Myrus wished that their foes could have been more like Byleirst - at least they had been able to more or less reason with the Frost Giant. 

	Myrus was dismayed to see everything that had happened here once again. It wasn't just a complete failure on their part to keep the people of the Castle safe, but it also showed how woefully ill prepared they were. He had been trying to Fleur-proof the Palace and he had utterly failed. If these vampires could get in so easily, why hadn't she come to kill them yet? Was she toying with them like food? The prince's hands started to tremble and they glowed softly as his ability threatened to unleash itself on the unwary. [color=ff0000]"W-well... Like I said, the myths say it starts with Baldur's death so... Maybe we just convince the God of Light to hide somewhere? I'd say here but... This place clearly isn't safe,"[/color] Myrus explained softly. His stomach was still tied into knots as they hadn't found his sisters yet. 

	There was one place he could think of though that would conceivably be safe. [color=ff0000]"The Port Palace, maybe... It's hidden, no one can get inside unless Valda or Luna or I let them in... It's got some serious [b]Magyk[/b] to in there, I think I read once that you can somehow even get to the Lagoon by it in seconds..."[/color][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] Room 847 - the Ramblings
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy [hr][/center]	He was a little bit disappointed that Sylvi was agreeing to his idea - part of him had hoped that she would push back, accuse him of coming up with vile and evil ideas, and refuse to take part in them. Antonije thought the world of her and he didn't want her to turn into a monster like him, but she was going to need to kill in order to survive. There was then the entire problem of Arya Rincewind and her vendetta, as that most likely would include Sylvi now, but he could tackle one issue at a time. Maybe he would be back to get her out of the country - bards could work anywhere. They could go to the Big Wild Land maybe. That place seemed nice. 

	Antonije kissed her forehead. [color=cc33ff][i]I'll handle everything. We can ration him out for you, make sure you don't run out too fast...[/i][/color] he offered. Slowly, he let go of her, allowing her out of his grasp. His movements were hesitant and slow, ready to resume his earlier cuddling position within a moment's notice if it was required. Giving her a smile, he moved around the small little room, looking for something that he could use to end the man's life. He didn't really feel like getting into his head - not now. He wanted to keep his telepathic powers ready for Sylvi if she needed it - and as an early warning system if Arya were to turn up. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Perfect,"[/color] he finally said, pulling a hammer from his tools. [color=cc33ff]"I'll be back with your snack in a minute, unless you want to join me?"[/color][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] Courtyard -> Entrance Hall -> Outside the Pyramid Library - Wizard Tower
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	A hologram of the Tesseract flickered to life in Arnora's hands, the strangely glowing blue cube visible for all to see. There was no sign of recognition in Rowland's eyes, but that was hardly surprising. Very few people on Midgard had ever heard of an Infinity Stone before, most of those who did came from the Eastern SnowPlains, and those who knew what a containment vessel such as the Tesseract would look like comprised an even smaller group. "You [b]Felt[/b] her power?" Rowland asked. Halley was braced for Rowland to smack Cuyler around again, to maybe go on some sort of rant about how Cuyler couldn't have possibly sensed that, but only an uncomfortable silence followed those words. 

	Cuyler was also surprisingly managing to keep his powers under control, as if he hadn't just been told about Arya's death and had instead been informed that it might rain later that evening. The anger in Rowland's shoulders released as he stepped backwards and to the side, allowing the small group entrance to Wizard Tower. "You two may peruse our library, accompanied by Jarvis Yule," Rowland told Halley and Arnora, though his eyes were on Cuyler. "Cuyler, we need to discuss this - privately. If you're right... Then what has happened to Arya is worse than death..."	

	[color=ed145b]"... Alright-y then,"[/color] Halley commented, stepping into Wizard Tower. It had been a while since she was there and the Floor flashed up at her in its usual overly colorful greeting. It was one of the more beautiful uses of [b]Magyk[/b] in Wizard Tower, the way the soft sands of this floor would rearrange and change in color, identifying each person who tread through the entrance hall. 

	To Rowland, the Floor greeted: 
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	To Halley: 
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	To Arnora:
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	To Cuyler:
	[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/fbRMB0Xr/image.png[/img][/center]
	Halley couldn't help but snicker a little bit, spotting the flashing colors that appeared at Cuyler's feet. [color=ed145b]"Thank you, Rowland,"[/color] she then said, regaining her composure. Had Cuyler not been in so vulnerable a state, she probably would have teased him more about it, but she sensed he had been through enough for the moment. 

	The ExtraOrdinary Wizard nodded and within a few moments, Jarvis Yule had come down the moving staircase. "... What is he doing here?" he asked instantly, zeroing in on Cuyler. He didn't recognize the girls with him, but he doubted Cuyler's presence here at Wizard Tower meant anything good. 

	"He and I are going to discuss some matters - I'll fill you in later, Jarvis. Now if you would please take these two ladies to the Pyramid Library and assist them with whatever they need, I'll come to retrieve them once I finish with Cuyler," Rowland said. 

	Jarvis nodded, still looking a bit skeptical about this situation. "Alright, let's go," he said, mouthing the word [i]motherfucker[/i] at Cuyler before he stepped onto the staircase and waited for Arnora and Halley to join him. Once the pair of them were on the stairs, he instructed for the staircase to move at time, the rotating steps not ceasing until they were on the landing for the Pyramid Library. [color=ed145b]"Ready?"[/color] Halley asked Arnora.