[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydPQN0Lh/1838d2018132c903189151c4257fb318.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/DzJZbz4S/That-Third-Americancurl-size-restricted.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 6th, 12,508 - 12:40 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][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] Dungeon One -> Outside the Vault - the Palace 
[b][color=ff0000]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A  [hr][/center]	Myrus nodded, leaving Dungeon One with Ahote. Once they exited, the guards helped Myrus to secure the locks, turning Amarantha's new home truly into a prison. Two guards were stationed at the door, given the high probability that she would make some sort of escape attempt. Myrus stared at the door wordlessly, his hands still shaking as tears threatened to well up in his eyes. He hadn't wanted Amarantha to see any signs of weakness or hesitation - he had to be strong for the Castle. 

	But as he quietly left the dungeons and went upstairs to rejoin his siblings, Myrus just felt weak. 	

	Upstairs, Apollodora didn't say a word as Luna pleaded with her sister to hear her out. She had already decided this would be her last attempt to get Queen Valda and Princess Luna to help her. If they wouldn't, then she would do this alone - she had had to rely on herself her entire life. Why would now be any different? She was here to do a thankless task. Unsurprisingly, Valda's argument amounted to a childish declaration that she was disliked. "Funny, you sound like my parents," she said simply. "If you decide you've changed your mind, hang a lantern from the tallest tower in the Castle - I'll find you," Apollodora said, before she walked down the corridor and vanished from sight, leaving the Palace. 

	[color=ff0000]"Amarantha's secured in Dungeon One,"[/color] he informed Valda and Luna, his heart heavy. [color=ff0000]"...I can search the library, see if we have some book that might give an idea on how to help her but... Lu I... I don't think we'll be able to save her,"[/color] he admitted, looking down at the ground. [color=ff0000]"I don't think she'll ever be Amarantha again... I'm so sorry..."[/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]	Lord Hellfire's mind remained free of Fleur's control and the vines around him vanished, crumbling into dust. Violet nodded, conjuring a ball of purple [b]Fyre[/b] in her hand - it seemed an appropriate method to deal with this monster. Yet as she threw her first volley at Lord Hellfire, his body seemed to absorb it. His bones cracked and his skin stretched and distorted, a horrifying and revolting transformation to witness as he expanded greatly in size until, where there had been a man, there was a gigantic onyx [i]dragon[/i].

	[color=#9B30FF]"...He's a [b]ShapeShifter[/b],"[/color] Violet concluded, her eyes wide. She didn't have the time to put up a protective [b]Charm[/b], neither did Fleur, as Lord Hellfire roared and sent a gigantic column of bright blue flames at the pair. Yet thankfully, instincts took over and Violet grabbed Fleur as she dived to the ground. The flames narrowly missed the two and Lord Hellfire took up into the air, circling the Hellfire Circle. [color=#9B30FF]"...This seems familiar,"[/color] she then murmured. She couldn't remember ever fighting a dragon in her life, but then again, she couldn't remember her life. But all the same, there was a prickling sense of déjà vu. 

	Violet began to chant in an old language of the Castle, misting ice forming in the air around her hands. Her goal was simple - if Lord Hellfire was going to be a fiery dragon, she would try to freeze the [b]ShapeShifter[/b] alive. She sent icy blasts up at the beast, but it was to no avail - Lord Hellfire kept on dodging her attacks and he came around, sending more fiery rain down on the two girls. While the [b]DragonFyre[/b] missed the pair, the ground around them had started to burn and the immense heat was enough to give slight burns to the girls from just being nearby. [hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]Asgard: November 6th, 12,508 - 1:40 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][b][i]The Palace Dungeons...[/i][/b][/color]

	Forseti smiled charmingly at Myth, vastly preferring her company to Halley's. While some of the gods and goddesses on Asgard were rather picky about pedigree, finding fault in the mortals who dwelled amongst the divine, Forseti did not. He judged people purely on their moral character rather than their pedigree. After all, his own grandmother had been possessed by the Eternal Flame when she gave birth to their mother, Nanna. Traces of that [b]Fyre[/b] rushed through his veins, as it did through his sister's. 

	"Unfortunately, unless there is some proof of a crime Loki has committed, she cannot stay in my jail," Forseti told her apologetically. 

	Halley thought for a moment, trying to come up with some sort of crime that she [i]knew[/i] Loki had committed since Loki had last been imprisoned. [color=ed145b]"I have proof,"[/color] she then said suddenly, despite not having any idea of a crime that she could come up with. [color=ed145b]"Actually, Myth has proof... Don't you?"[/color] she asked, hoping that her sister-in-law was a better liar than she was. 

	"Oh, by all means - what is the crime and where is the proof?" Forseti asked Myth, smiling slightly at her. 

[color=ff0000][b][i]The Palace Entrance Hall...[/i][/b][/color]

	A morbid thought occurred to Antonije. If Nova could raise the dead, yet had trouble with the undead... What if they just [i]killed[/i] Sylvi so that way Nova could bring her back to life? Was that a feasible option? He didn't want to suggest that, mostly because he was terrified of what would happen if Nova [i]couldn't[/i] bring her back to life. [color=cc33ff]"Please, try,"[/color] he requested, still holding onto Sylvi tightly. He didn't know either if this little girl was capable of something like this... but he hoped that nothing bad could happen from Nova just trying to return Sylvi to a full state of life. 

	And if nothing worked... Maybe he would just ask her to bite him and they could be undead together. 

[color=ff0000][b][i]The Rainbow Bridge...[/i][/b][/color]

	"Sága..." Heimdall greeted. His expression was neutral, but there was a slight tone of surprise in his voice. He stood at attention with his hands on his sword, ready to reopen the BiFrost at a moment's notice. "The All-Father will wish to know of your presence on Asgard."

	Sága smirked slightly, shaking her head a little bit. "My nephew, the All-Father... He's still but a babe," she mused. "You may run along, Arnora," she then told the demigoddess. "Though... Be wary - your foe is not what she appears." 

	"His tenure as King of Asgard may be short, but I have no doubt he will want to know why you have ended your exile."

	"Self imposed exile," Sága corrected. "And I am afraid that will have to wait." She then looked at Cuyler for a moment. "Come, we need to travel to the highest point of Asgard in order to reach our destination." 

	Heimdall raised an eyebrow. "And where might that be, Lady Sága?"

	"All in good time, Heimdall. I assure you, everything I do is for the security of the Nine Realms."