[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 - 11:50 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]Wizard Way, the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	Having left Wizard Tower and being on his way to the docks, Cuyler's axe should have been a good deterrent to any thieves he encountered. And if that wasn't enough, then Thia should have helped considerably as well. But somehow, the world's dumbest (or perhaps more fearless) thief seemed to melt out of the shadows. They were armed with a crossbow and they had an arrow aimed at Cuyler's head. "This be a [b]Magyk[/b] arrow - it'll never miss. So give me yer coin or else!" the thief threatened. No one else was really around, which was understandable as it was almost midnight.  [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] Kinetic Energy Charging  [hr][/center]	Myrus gingerly took the eyepiece from Luna, glad that his powers didn't activate and the object remained in one piece. He then placed it to his eye and he looked at Amarantha, seeing the death and decay of her body. Maggots were crawling in and out of Amarantha's eyes and if he moved the object away, he couldn't see them anymore. It was a chilling experience and sent a shiver down his spine. [color=ff0000]"She is dead..."[/color] he agreed softly. He didn't need the eyepiece to see Amarantha's fangs drop, to hear her threatening tone towards his sister, Valda. 

	Her words didn't make much sense either - Arya Rincewind was alive but different? Amarantha said it was similar to her own situation - so was Arya dead on the inside and alive on the outside? However, no matter how strange it all was... Amarantha had threatened his sister. He was tired of being the one incompetent member of the Royal House, unable to protect himself or others. Ahote's steadying hand on his shoulder only reminded Myrus of his shame. His eyes darted around the room and Myrus didn't spot any weapons that he could use, only for him to remember that he had his powers and he could have kicked himself. 

	Using the eyepiece was out of the question - if there were more things like Amarantha, it could help them identify them. Myrus slipped the piece into his cloak, before he snatched up the nearest artifact that he could grab. It was an intricately carved viola. Taking a deep breath, Myrus focused on his fear and anger. It took a few seconds, but the viola began to glow faintly. Yes, Valda had handled the situation but he wasn't going to back away from this situation out of fear. No, he needed to prove that he could protect his family. [color=ff0000]"Whatever happened to you... I'm sorry, but I can't let something like you threaten my family,"[/color] Myrus apologized, before he threw the glowing viola at Amarantha. 

	Apollodora's reflexes were quick and she shoved Amarantha, almost getting the vampire out of the way. Amarantha was caught slightly by the blast, the bomb causing some extensive damage to her legs but Amarantha wouldn't feel it. She would still be able to move around like normal, only some of her bone was showing and Myrus looked a bit green at the sight of it. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Antonije Magnisky[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/ptjkli45t/VZt_K.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] Room 847 - the Ramblings
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Antonije stared at Mona for a moment, mentally replaying her words in his head before he managed to figure out exactly what she had said. He could have sworn that her accent was progressively getting thicker and thicker, as if it was some sort of game to see how bad she could make it before people were no longer able to understand her at all. [color=cc33ff]"Sure, you're welcome to try but I've got Silvija a stash that should last her a few weeks, thanks to our neighbor."[/color] And of course, there was really no shortage of horrible people in this world that he could kill and take their blood to feed his love with. 

	He nodded at Myth's question about someone hunting his Silvija. [color=cc33ff]"It's the vigilante... The one that's been going around killing people, she was there tonight and she marked Silvija. We got the mark off of her but it's only a matter of time before she finds her again,"[/color] he answered, conveniently leaving out the part as to how he knew the vigilante. Hopefully, Myth would just assume that Antonije hadn't met the vigilante before and that his information on her began and ended there. He kept on stroking Sylvi's hair, pausing when she asked if they could go talk somewhere else. 

	[color=cc33ff]"...We could go to a tavern, they'd be open this late."[/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] the Pyramid Library -> First Floor - Wizard Tower
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b] [b]Chaos Magyk[/b] [hr][/center]	Halley smirked slightly. A thought had crossed her mind - that tying up and gagging some women could be an enjoyable pastime - but she didn't care to share it with Arnora at the moment. [color=ed145b]"Honestly, if the old man killed Cuyler, would it be a tragedy?"[/color] Halley couldn't help but ask. She wasn't too fond of that particular cousin, finding him to be stubborn and to lack forethought when it came to combat. He exemplified everything she found distasteful about Midgard. However, carrying the small form of Loki, Halley left the Pyramid Library as well, stepping onto the moving staircase. 

	She considered her brother's offer for a moment. [color=ed145b]"When we get to the landing, let's ask the Floor where Cuyler is - if he's in the tower, we fetch him. If he left, then let's go retrieve your wife."[/color] It seemed to be a reasonable enough choice. The stairs moved as quickly as they could, depositing the little group on the First Floor. [color=ed145b]"Floor - where is Cuyler?"[/color] Halley asked as soon as her feet departed the stairs. 

	Apparently, the Floor vastly preferred Halley to Cuyler:

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	Halley rolled her eyes. [color=ed145b]"Hardly surprising. Let's go to your wife then, if you'd like to teleport us, brother dear?"[/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]ExtraOrdinary Magyk[/b][hr][/center]	Violet frowned slightly, a bit curious as to this demon that Fleur had faced before. The demons she had faced had all just been men in her experience - cruel, egotistical drunkards who thought they could get away with abusing their families and that no one would ever exact justice. As she moved forward with Fleur, Violet's spell continued to carry the voices to their ears. The further ahead they went, the more distinct the voices became. Eventually, they would be so clear that Fleur would be certain these were men they were dealing with and not demons like Chthon.	

	[i]"Good, good... What of tonight's events? Did the Eastern Snowplains succeed?"[/i] the voice belonging to Lord Hellfire asked. 

	[i]"Our witches have been [b]Scrying[/b] - they failed to seize control, only managing to weaken the Castle. The Queen lives."[/i]

	[i]"Hmph. I suppose I should not be surprised, the Empress is testy yet inexperienced... Very well. This is why I always have a contingency plan prepared. Reach out to the Lagoon - inform the King we have a proposition for him."[/i]

	Violet and Fleur then would see the shadowy figures in the middle of a clearing. One of them knelt in front of the other - a tall and monstrous looking individual seated on a throne made out of human bones. There would be no doubt that that one was the Lord Hellfire. Flames danced around them in a circle, seemingly persisting by some form of [b]Magyk[/b]. Violet quickly pulled Fleur behind a tree with her as to avoid them being spotted by the individuals. [color=#9B30FF]"What now?"[/color] Violet whispered. [color=#9B30FF]"I care not for their talk... their plans..."[/color]