[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] Wizard Way -- The Castle
[color=pink]Skills:[/color] [/center][hr]

Cuyler’s head spun and the increasing pain he was feeling was not helping matters. The raw meat thrown at Thia enticed her enough to pick it up and carry it a short distance to tear at it in contentment. For who Sága was to him, he should have reason to doubt her. He hardly knew her but of legend and story and as he knew now, they had a tendency to lie of who the gods really were. There was so much he didn’t know, so much his mother hadn’t shown him. Why had she kept so much from him? All she did was train him in his power. Still, he felt compelled to believe in Sága. He didn’t understand how his role in drinking the waters was going to change the world’s fate but maybe if he did this, he would stand a chance at saving Arya as well. [color=pink]”Where do we have to go?”[/color] There was determination within Cuyler’s voice. Clearly he had made his decision. 
The pain in his eye didn’t subside and it was seriously blocking his thoughts and fraying at his nerves. Which may be one reason why he hastily agreed to a possible suicidal plan. [color=pink]”Is there something we can do about this?”[/color] He gestured to his eye, only guessing at the horrid sight he probably looked with an arrow sticking out of his eye. He didn’t even know if he was bleeding from it as all he could feel was searing pain. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] The Palace Vault —-> The Palace Dungons -- The Palace
[color=#006400]Skills:[/color] Resistance; Stamina; [/center][hr]

Amarantha continued to hold her head up high even though defeat was coming. It took all of Amarantha’s control not to physically fight her way out of this. Even though she had accepted her fate, she was scared. The darkness, the isolation and not to mention the fact of where they were going. People had more than likely died down in the dungeons and if it were recent, that meant ghosts walked about. Amarantha feared ghosts. She never wanted to see one. It was why she never went into Lyra’s room after Puck had been killed. There were many deaths in Amarantha’s life, most at her hand and she didn’t want to face them in their after life. 
Mryus informed Valda of where they were headed and then they were off. Mryus led them while Ahote brought up the rear. Two people guarding her as she was taken away. As they approached the dungeons, people Amarantha fought with and trained stood there, being ever vigilant. It was hard, seeing their faces go from shock to pity; hopefully Titan, would do well in her place. Or Apollodora if she was able to stick around. They stopped walking but Amarantha continued to stare ahead. She looked at the chains sitting in the middle of the pitted cell, measuring their length and their purpose. The curse Mryus spoke of. She wondered what it would feel like, if she would see anything, hear anything. While Mryus posed the offer to Ahote to chain up Amarantha for him, Amaratha stepped forward and into the cell. She walked over to the chains and knelt on the ground. Her combat gear shifted and sighed as she bent down to her final resting place and clamped one manacle on her wrist and then one onto the other. She looked up at the men standing in the doorway. [color=#006400]”Ahote, come and check these are tight please.”[/color] She twisted the manacles, taking on their weight and looked up, past Ahote and stared at Myrus. [color=#006400]”I trust you know what you are doing.”[/color]

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location:[/color] The Palace Vault —-> The Palace Dungeons -- The Palace
[color=#1E90FF]Skills:[/color] [/center][hr]


The walk to the crypts was a quiet one. There was an eerie silence between all of them and even the guards they passed as they watched their former leader walk to her prison. None of them knew what she was now as the royals and him had just found out what happened to Amarantha. Ahote would tell them, if the royals didn’t get to it first. The lights from the torches bounced off the rock walls around them, casting nasty shadows that seemed to take shape and form of creatures who would like the dark and dreary such as this place. Ahote wondered what this curse was and what it would do to Amarantha. 
They reached their destination and Ahote looked to Mryus when he offered to chain her. Ahote thought a moment and in that moment, Amarantha walked into the cell and chained herself. He stared at her, feeling admiration and sadness for the now ex Commander. Strength even at her weakest point. There was still a fire in her soul even if it was considered dormant from her condition. Ahote nodded at Amarantha’s instruction and stepped into the dungeon. [color=#1E90FF]”Va où tu as peur de marcher,”[/color] he said to her. It was a saying from his land that he often said to himself when he was about to embark on a new journey in his life. Whether that be travel, a battle or saying goodbye. Today, it was a blessing for Amarantha and a comfort for him.