[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 - 11:30 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]The 19th Floor - Wizard Tower, the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	Rowland stiffened, fed up with Cuyler's attitude. The boy was not listening to his words - how many other times could he explain to him that Arya was gone? Whoever it was out there in the world, it was not their Arya. He was certain that it was just a cheap copy of her, a [b]Darke[/b] being bent on destruction and death. No, his Arya had died and her soul, her legacy, was being captive by whatever had escaped death at the hands of Chthon. "If only you had cared for her as much as she cared for you," Rowland told Cuyler bitterly. "You cannot change the past, boy. You were not here. She may have been your friend, but you, you were no friend to her."

	He glanced at his timepiece, seeing that it was nearly midnight. The closer it was to the witching hour, the more powerful the [b]Darke Magyk[/b] on this floor became. "It is time we take you to rejoin your friends - I can provide lodgings for the night in the Tower, but you will have to leave come first light."[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 Vault - the Palace 
[b][color=ff0000]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Luna had picked up no ordinary eyeglass - as she gazed through it, she would be able to see through things. To use the terminology of superheroes, the eyeglass was giving her [i]X-Ray vision[/i]. She could see the skeletal structure of everyone present, watch as their hearts beat. Of course, Amarantha's heart was still and her organs looked like they were rapidly decaying, as if she were the living dead. Apollodora raised an eyebrow, a bit amused at her former teacher's behavior. She whistled slightly in astonishment, before starting to search herself for the chains. Apollodora couldn't help but smirk as Valda scolded Amarantha like a child.

	Myrus' eyes flickered over to Amarantha, and then back to his sisters. [color=ff0000]"...You should go,"[/color] he told the ex-Young Army Deputy Hunter. [color=ff0000]"The rest of the staff probably needs your help,"[/color] he added, trying to give Amarantha a gentler command in comparison to his sister's. Of course, as harsh as Valda was with her words, she wasn't wrong. Amarantha didn't have the right to snap at Luna like that or to shove on past him into their family's vault. They were all in this situation together and right now, Amarantha seemed murderous - he imagined she was just mourning the loss of friends. 

	Apollodora's eyes perked up as Queen Valda found the chains. Sure, she had been intending to get Amarantha's help, but she was a Biter now and Apollodora was a slayer. It wouldn't work out too long no matter what angle she approached the problem from. "Excellent. Now we just need to use them to restrain my mother - you should be able to feel the power coursing through the chains, Queen Valda. They're powerful enough to restrain anything in the universe. Not even the gods can break them."

	Myrus bit his lip slightly, a bit confused about why they would use those chains on this woman's mother rather than whoever was going to kill Baldur. [color=ff0000]"... I think we should keep those, Valda. We could use them on whoever is going to kill the God of Light and prevent Ragnarok from happening... Or postpone it at least until someone lets the person out of the chains."[/color] He wasn't really sure if it was a good idea to just let someone tie up their mother without a good reason, too, and Apollodora was a stranger. Could they even trust her?[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] Persuasion [hr][/center]	Antonije's eyes narrowed as his sisters' adoptive step-mother and some Forest witch [b]Transported[/b] into their room at the Ramblings. This was his personal space and they were invading it - it made his skin crawl just to think about it. [color=cc33ff]"Do you think you could at least [i]knock[/i] next time?"[/color] he asked, clearly exasperated with their impromptu entrance. His natural persuasive abilities were failing him, especially as Myth asked him if the man lying on the floor of their home had attacked them. She would be able to tell he was lying to her. [color=cc33ff]"Yeah, it was crazy, he came over here and tried to stab me!"[/color] Antonije exclaimed. 

	Sylvi had moved over to the corpse and was busy drinking its blood. Antonije didn't even really know how to explain that one to Myth, so he decided the best strategy was to stall for time. [color=cc33ff]"Look, there's a logical explanation for what she's doing..."[/color] he began, trying to come up with something. [color=cc33ff]"Silvija is performing an ancient ritual cleansing from the Land of Long Nights, meant to purify the deceased and help them go onto the other side,"[/color] he lied. [color=cc33ff]"I know it looks strange, but hey, it's religion right? All rituals look strange to people who have never participated in them before so... Why don't you two help out Silvija? Drink some of his blood?"[/color] he suggested. He really hoped they bought this horrible, horrible explanation of what all was going on, as he had no other ideas on what to do - and telling the truth was not an option. [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] Perception [hr][/center]	[color=ed145b]"Arnora - I do not think this girl is Loki. I [i]know[/i] this is my uncle - or I suppose aunt in this form,"[/color] she muttered darkly. Halley did not stay her hand, the blade of her weapon cutting into Minerva's throat and shedding minimal amounts of blood. Just a bit of focused pressure and Halley would be able to ensure a quick and relatively inescapable death. The throat was such a vulnerable place. After her brother began speaking to Minerva, it clicked into Halley's mind what his objective was. 

	[color=ed145b]"You're right - even Hodur is a better warrior than Loki,"[/color] Halley agreed, referencing one of the sons of Odin and Frigga. Of course, Hodur was a blind god, unable to even shoot an arrow without the guiding hand of another to assist him. For an Asgardian to be cursed with blindness, unable to fight... it was a fate worse than death in the opinion of many. Most Midgardians had long since forgotten about poor Hodur. [color=ed145b]"Do you remember, brother, when Loki dressed as a woman in order to retrieve Thor's hammer from the Frost Giants?"[/color] Halley inquired. 

	[color=B8675D]"Great, you hate one of the best gods, now let go of me!!!"[/color] Minerva cried. [color=B8675D]"I'm just an innocent girl! Do you really want to be the monster that kills children?!"[/color] she pleaded, attempting to get Halley to see reason. [color=B8675D]"Arnora, help me!! Please!!!"[/color] she begged, tears coming from her eyes. 

	"ENOUGH!" Jarvis demanded, deciding that this had gone too far. He readied a spell and had it aimed at Halley. "Let go of her or I blow your head off!" he insisted. 

	[color=ed145b]"Stay out of this, Midgardian. You know not of what you speak."[/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] ???
[b][color=#9B30FF]Skills:[/color][/b] [b]DeCyphering[/b][hr][/center]	[color=#9B30FF]"I don't believe we have a choice - we could be anywhere in the world and my [b]Transport[/b] does not have infinite range..."[/color] Violet murmured. She had no sense of where they were. The snow was the only clue to their location - there wasn't snow in the Small Wet Country this time of year. And since they weren't there, they wouldn't be able to use [b]Magyk[/b] to get back quickly. It would take a series of hops from country to country to country to get back, yet she had no notion of where to begin. She would need a map in order to figure out how to [b]Transport[/b] successively back. [color=#9B30FF]"We're stuck here."[/color]

	Glancing around, Violet determined that any direction seemed equally promising, with the exception of the way of the metallic obelisk. It was evidence of life, intelligent life at that. [color=#9B30FF]"I'm going that way,"[/color] she informed Fleur, giving the Witch Messiah the option to follow her if she wished, as Violet walked through the snow. It was difficult terrain to manage. The snow camouflaged a great deal of obstacles, causing her to have to move slowly in order to avoid tripping over concealed logs. Eventually though, she made it to the metal structure and Violet frowned. 

	It was engraved in runic symbols.  

	Violet ran her hands over the markings, mumbling under her breath as she worked up a loose translation. [color=#9B30FF]"It says this is the gateway to... to the Witch Hub,"[/color] she murmured. [color=#9B30FF]"And if we were to continue to proceed onwards, we would reach something called... the Hellfire Circle, I believe."[/color]