[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 - 11:10 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]The Private Courtyard - the Palace, the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	Nothing new to note here. People are still running around trying to clean up the mess. If they hurry, they'll be able to get to the Ramblings by foot within 1-2 updates. They could speed things up if Mona were to use [b]Magyk[/b] to transport them and Myth could even use her Bardic [b]Magyk[/b] as well to do something.  

[color=ff0000][i][b]The 19th Floor - Wizard Tower, the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	Rowland sighed for a moment, his heart heavy as he tried to think of another way to explain this to Cuyler. It was a difficult concept and there weren't very many ways to simplify things further. "[b]Magyk[/b] has two sides to it - the [b]Lyte[/b] and the [b]Darke[/b]. While we like to distinguish between the two of them, the [b]Magykal[/b] force itself does not... Arya was birthed of pure [b]Magyk[/b] - of [b]Lyte[/b] and [b]Darke[/b]. I did my best to ensure that she followed the path of the [b]Lyte[/b], but when she seemed to die and then came back... She has an equal potential to become one with the [b]Darke[/b] instead. Her early nature leaned towards it, an innate violent tendency and a thirst for vengeance... I helped to repress those qualities in her, to enhance her [b]Lyte[/b]. If you loved the Arya you knew, Cuyler, then the kind thing would be to end her before her legacy can be tarnished by the [b]Darke[/b] that dwells within her..." [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] the Crypt - the Palace 
[b][color=ff0000]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Myrus hugged Luna back tightly, his arms quivering as she mentioned Mavis. She had been his best friend since he was little - they had dated once upon a time, only for Mavis to end things. Myrus hadn't been mature enough for her. Tears misted up in his eyes and started to fall quietly down his face. Pain and tragedy had been the defining themes of his life for the past year. [color=ff0000]"...Th-thanks..."[/color] he mumbled, swallowing thickly. As far as he was aware, Mavis' ghost would be left behind - these creatures couldn't change that, right? He'd see her again, but it would never be the same - there would be a veil left between them. 

	Thankfully, the prince didn't notice the odd look that Amarantha gave him. Milo moved hesitantly over towards Luna, hiding behind her skirts as he tried to become invisible. There were so many people here, so many of them not just important to the Castle but also covered in blood of the people he knew and cared about, as well as those who had slain them. Ahote would be able to pick up that Amarantha's aura had suddenly changed - there was something [i]infected[/i] about it, something unlike anything he had ever seen before. 

	His eyes widened as Valda mentioned the old witchy tale - mostly because he recognized two of its central characters. [color=ff0000]"That's got to be Hel and Fenrir then!"[/color] he exclaimed, sniffling a little bit. [color=ff0000]"Hel was the Goddess of Death and Fenrir was a wolf... I have no idea what the connection between them is, but they're pretty big in the Land of Long Nights' lore and all..."[/color]

	Apollodora nodded - her father had ensured that she and her brother knew their culture well. "Aye. Fenrir and Hel are children of Loki. Hel can be reasoned with, sticking to her realm... but Fenrir had sworn vengeance against the gods for what they did to him."

	[color=ff0000]"What did they do?"[/color] Myrus asked, looking at Apollodora with curiosity. She didn't look like someone from the Land of Long Nights - her hair was dark, rather than their typical pale blonde locks. 

	"They betrayed him - and chained him," Apollodora answered matter of factly. "Or they will one day - the stories aren't always clear about the order of events leading up to the big one..."[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]	Now, not only was Sylvi now a vampire and a bard, she was also a Spirit Seer. She could see all ghosts, even if they did not choose to [b]Appear[/b] to her. So when Antonije killed their neighbor right in front of her, the ghost was doomed to haunt their little room in the Ramblings for the next year and a day. And poor Sylvi was cursed to have to see their victim at all times. There wouldn't be any reprieve - their home was tainted now with his ghost. [color=cc33ff]"You sure?"[/color] Antonije asked. [color=cc33ff]"I don't mind making him extra tasty for you..."[/color] 

	He gave her a smile, whereas the man's ghost [b]Appeared[/b] and started to scream at the top of his lungs at Antonije. He didn't [b]Appear[/b] though, rather just shouting general abuse and screaming about the indignity of being killed for some weird cannibalistic ritual. The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees, though Antonije was completely oblivious. [i]"WHY THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO KILL ME?!?!?!?!?!"[/i]

	[color=cc33ff]"Oh, you're not hungry,"[/color] Antonije realized, using his telepathy to tell. [color=cc33ff]"I'll package him up for you then - think of him as a readymade meal, right?"[/color] he suggested, smiling at her again. He then started to drag the corpse across the room, attempting to get the body away from their living space. He was [i]pretty[/i] sure if he just dangled the corpse upside down and made some cuts, he could drain the blood for Sylvi. That was the part she seemed to really be interested in, anyways. 

	[i]"DON'T YOU DARE EAT ME!!!!"[/i][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] the Pyramid Library - Wizard Tower
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b] [b]Chaos Magyk[/b] [hr][/center]	Halley frowned slightly as Arnora confirmed that Loki was there somewhere, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. Using her perceptive abilities wasn't going to help her here, especially since Loki was using some sort of [b]Magyk[/b] to disguise himself. She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined pushing her senses out to encompass the room, feeling the fabric of reality for distortions. It took her a while to focus her mind properly, but when she opened her eyes, she knew just where the God of Mischief was - or rather, [i]who[/i] he was. 

	[color=ed145b]"There's an easy way to settle this,"[/color] Halley whispered to her companion. 

	"Look, no one is here," Jarvis insisted. "I don't see why you're wasting your time here."

	Unfortunately, Halley wasn't thinking the most strategically at the moment. If she had been, then perhaps she would have just grabbed Loki and threatened him with her weapon until he changed shape to reveal his true form. Maybe she would have given some sort of signal to Arnora for a coordinated attack, as to better their chances of succeeding against the God of Mischief. No, for all of her ego and pride about her superiority, she fell into a classic trap of any hero or villain... 

	She opted to [i]talk[/i] instead of [i]act.[/i] [color=ed145b]"It's an impressive trick, pretending to be a little girl."[/color]

	[color=B8675D]"What do you mean?"[/color] Minerva asked, tilting her head slightly. [color=B8675D]"Arnora, is your friend okay?"[/color] she asked.

	[color=ed145b]"Oh I'm quite fine, [i][b]Loki![/b][/i]"[/color]

	[color=B8675D]"...Me? Loki? You've got to be daft! If I was some all powerful and devilishly handsome god, don't you think I'd have better things to do with my time than sift through an old library?"[/color] Minerva pointed out, crossing her arms and laughing a little bit at Halley's accusation. [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] the Old Port Witch Coven Home - the Port 
[b][color=#9B30FF]Skills:[/color][/b] Sense [b]Magyk[/b] [hr][/center]	Nera had left Fleur with some brief parting words, before she [b]disAppeared[/b]. Her spirit was still there, but she was no longer visible to Fleur. Perhaps she just wanted some time to herself to process everything. Of course, her words had made her feelings clear: [color=7bcdc8][i]"Wherever you leave your heart, that is where I will be... Fleur."[/i][/color]

	As Fleur came back down the decrepit and barely standing staircase, Violet nodded for a moment, before she hesitated. She could [b]Feel[/b] some deep [b]Magyk[/b] downstairs. [color=#9B30FF]"There's something here,"[/color] she insisted, before the ex-ExtraOrdinary Wizard quickly dashed down the stairs into the basement. She didn't seem at all concerned by the precarious creaks that came with each step she took, more concerned with looking around the dank basement. Various possessions of the Port Witch Coven were still here, including a large ornate sigil drawn on the ground in what had been lamb's blood. However, she wasn't looking at the items. No, Violet was staring straight on at an unremarkable stretch of concrete wall. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"Do you see that?"[/color] she asked, reaching out cautiously with her fingers. When she touched the stone wall, Violet continued to push her fingers forward. They seemingly vanished, as if the wall was just an illusion and there was something else behind it. Pulling her hand back out, snowflakes covered the back of her palm. [color=#9B30FF]"...Have you seen [b]Magyk[/b] like this before?"[/color] Violet asked, reaching her hand forward again. Some personality traits never changed, no matter the case of amnesia. This was something new, unlike anything she had ever seen before. Her eyes went back to Fleur, expecting that she might know what this was.