[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 - 11:20 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]The Private Courtyard - the Palace, the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	Okay, I'm going to authorize you guys to succeed on a [b]Transport[/b] to the Ramblings as it isn't any fun if you're just stuck in the courtyard at the Palace forever. Myth can sing and use her [b]Bardic Magyk[/b] to enhance Mona's teleport. You guys will end up in the middle of Sylvi and Antonije's place.

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

	The wrinkles in Rowland's face became more accentuated, as if each minute they dwelled on this horrible decision was taking years off of his life. Remaining in the [b]Darke[/b] floor for too long was never a smart move on its own - the older apprentices liked to scare the new ones with stories about wizards who had gone mad after being trapped on the nineteenth floor by a rival. "Are you willing to risk the fate of the world for some long forgotten passion - for a woman you cared for yet could not love?" he asked Cuyler simply. "The life of one person cannot stand in the way of the lives of the world - of every little babe in the Ramblings learning to crawl, of the innocent schoolchildren in the Eastern SnowPlains learning their letters to the fierce young warriors in the Big Wild Land taking up the bow... The mantle of the ExtraOrdinary Wizard has always been heavy, as we do not just answer to the Castle, but we serve humanity itself and must ensure its survival."

	He paused for a moment, letting his words linger in the air. "I am sorry, my boy, but I cannot make that bargain."[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 Vault - the Palace 
[b][color=ff0000]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Myrus gave Luna a slight smile, the best he could muster under the circumstances. He appreciated that she wanted to be there for him, he really did. He wanted nothing more than to hide under the bed in her room just like when they were small and cry to his big sister about all of his problems, until they felt so distant and small he wouldn't remember what he had been so upset about in the first place - but they weren't kids anymore. The luxury of having a childhood had been robbed from them when Nera Hawthorn killed their mother, the last person standing between them and the pressures of the throne. 

	"Oi, hands off!" Apollodora exclaimed. "Not really fancying ya at the moment," she smirked. Pulling herself free from Amarantha's grasp, she studied the woman briefly for a moment. It was more than obvious that her hunger was driving her mad. She headed out of the musty and dark crypt, following the others to the Palace vault. Along the way, they would pass a lone servant hurrying to the infirmary to provide medical attention to someone who had been injured during the chaos. 

	[color=ff0000]"Maybe, it's possible..."[/color] Myrus answered uncertainly. He couldn't rule out just about any name that was mentioned, but Fenrir didn't click into place as being the absolute correct choice. There wasn't the sense of satisfaction from finally recalling a forgotten fact. And unfortunately, the woman raised in the culture of the Land of Long Nights didn't hear Ahote's question. Apollodora would have been an excellent person to ask about those myths and legends. 

	It didn't take too long for the group to get to the vault, with Milo still clinging to Luna's skirt in fear. Myrus pressed his hand on the door and the [b]Magyk[/b] sensed that he was of the Royal bloodline. Gigantic mechanisms and gears could be heard shifting, clicking into place, before the door creaked open and Myrus pulled on the handle to open it entirely. The dimly lit room had most of its contents covered in various white cloths to protect them and there were numerous trunks and boxes all around. A few portraits were on the wall of previous Castle Queens - one of them being Queen Meliscente. 

	[color=ff0000]"If the chains are anywhere, it'd be in here somewhere..."[/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]	Luckily for Sylvi, the ghost didn't seem to notice that she could [b]See[/b] him. He continued to just shout abuse at Antonije, seeing him as the culprit - which made sense, given that Antonije had been the one to kill him. [i]"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!! I'M GONNA STRANGLE THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF YOU!!!"[/i] [color=cc33ff]"Silvija... It's okay, he can't hurt you,"[/color] he told her softly, figuring that the ghost had to be freaking her out. There was one benefit to the rules of ghosts - they had to remain where they died for a year and a day. As long as they moved rooms, Sylvi wouldn't have to bother with him anymore. Maybe it would be nice for them to just become nomadic, travel around so that way Sylvi wouldn't need to see the faces of her victims. 

	[color=cc33ff]"I could keep the next one alive for you, ration him out slowly, then you won't need to see his spirit..."[/color] he suggested, though the torture of the living victim may prove even more traumatic. Her hunger was coming and going, but Sylvi's mouth would begin to ache a bit with need. Her fangs had started to descend, ready for her meal that Antonije had so lovingly provided for her. Maybe with time, she'd be able to just eat whenever she wanted to and keep the fangs at bay. Maybe. [color=cc33ff]"We could go sleep in the Forest tonight,"[/color] he then offered with a grin. [color=cc33ff]"It'd be romantic, just you, me, and the stars... And as much blood as you could want."[/color]

	And it would keep her far away from Violet, but he didn't mention that part. [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]	[color=ed145b]"I'm not sure - and to be honest, it was a relief that he wasn't there,"[/color] she muttered to Arnora. Loki's presence at family functions usually meant that he had some sort of scheme in mind. When it doubt, Loki was usually the one behind anything that went wrong. As her great uncle Thor was fond of saying, it saved time to skip the other possibilities and just blame Loki for whatever happened. 

	Minerva tilted her head in confusion. [color=B8675D]"So to prove that I'm [i]not[/i] Loki, I need to [i]not[/i] give the correct answers then?"[/color] she shook her head slightly. [color=B8675D]"And I'm from the Land of Long Nights, everyone knows what the various gods look like - from Odin's missing eye to Freya's beauty to Loki's charming looks."[/color] She then thought for a moment. [color=B8675D]"But we came here on the Aricie, we were there with Ahote, you used your ice [b]Magyk[/b] to stop the ship from freezing, and we went to the Port Witch Coven house and got drinks as well. Does that satisfy you that I am [i]not[/i] Loki?"[/color]

	Halley kept on trying to use her powers to unmask whoever or wherever Loki was, but she was getting nowhere. To make matters even more stressful, her little brother came into the room and whispered into her ear the worst news she had ever heard in her life. Loki had stolen the Space Stone and now, Ragnarok was only three years away. For the Asgardians, three years was [i]nothing[/i] - it was the blink of an eye. [color=ed145b]"Fuck,"[/color] she cursed. She was someone who rarely swore and the vein in her forehead had become prominent. She drew her talisman, the blade Alfina, and charged at Minerva, pinning the little witch to the ground. Alfina sensed her intentions and turned from the small dagger it had been into a lengthy blade. 

	[color=ed145b]"Change forms now, Loki, or I'll slit your throat! We'll see what Idunn can do for you then!"[/color]

	Minerva screamed. [color=B8675D]"Get off of me! You're crazy!! Help me!!"[/color][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], Perception [hr][/center]	When Fleur checked the wall, her hand would go straight through as well. However, she will also be able to note that this isn't any sort of [b]Magyk[/b] one of her witches would be capable of. This sort of spellwork would be beyond the capabilities of the ExtraOrdinary Wizard and the Witch Messiah combined. It is incredibly ancient and complex, almost intoxicating to the senses.... But just what is it? And why is it only appearing now? It hadn't always been there, had it?

	[color=#9B30FF]"I think this predates either you or me,"[/color] Violet murmured. Her eyes flickered around the room, checking for imaginary foes perhaps, before she walked through the wall. Violet's eyes instantly half closed into a squint from the blinding light. They were in the midst of a snowy wood, the glare of the sun against the white powder causing her surroundings to be almost unbearable to look at. Violet placed her hand against her forehead in an attempt to block out the light and get a better look at her surroundings, but she failed to notice anything that would clue her into just where in the world they had ended up. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"[b]Spin me,[/b]"[/color] she whispered, picking up a small twig from the ground and placing it on her free hand. The twig started to waiver, moving in a perfect circle as it tried to ascertain where she was in comparison to the Small Wet Country Across the Sea. But instead of coming to a conclusion, the twig burst into flames. Turning her head backwards, Violet expected to see a wall or an archway of some sort, something that would allow her to return back to where she had come from... 

	But there was nothing there. The only unnatural thing she could make out was a metallic structure, perhaps some sort of obelisk, about fifty paces into the woods.