[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 - 12:50 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] Outside the Vault - the Palace 
[b][color=ff0000]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A  [hr][/center]	Myrus' eyes were heavy and he nodded slightly, considering Ahote's advice. It had been a long night, longer than they had expected and with Amarantha gone, they would need to choose someone to take over her duties. The Castle was due to host the Saecular Games in less than a week's time and Amarantha had been instrumental in organizing them - it would be an international relations nightmare if they failed to perform. Furthermore, there was still the entire matter of the war between the Eastern SnowPlains and the Land of Long Nights, which both countries seemed to be determined to involve the Castle in. 

	[color=ff0000]"...Maybe Rowland would know something? He's the most traveled and wisest wizard we have at the Tower,"[/color] Myrus suggested, jumping off of Ahote's idea of contacting the wizards. He was glad to see that both of his sisters were open to the possibility of getting help for Amarantha, but it was still something that was incredibly troubling. [color=ff0000]"...We should retire for the evening but... We'll need to name someone to take Amarantha's post - I mean, you will need to Valda, but Lu and I can help you if you want to..."[/color] He bit his lip, not wanting his sister to think that he was ignoring her authority as Queen or anything like that. 

	[color=ff0000]"...But either way, I think we should go see the wizards soon..."[/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]	Fleur's [b]Darke[/b] blades hit their mark, embedding themselves into the wings of Lord Hellfire. The dragon dove towards the ground, twisting and roaring as he hit the Earth. Large amounts of rubble were thrown at Fleur and Violet in the process, with Violet creating a defensive shield out of ice. The amnesiac wizard must have been fond of ice at the moment. The gigantic ice wall was holding up for a moment, the dragon trapped on the other side. Fleur would be able to hear his roars and see the blazes of [b]Fyre[/b] directed at the wall, the ice beginning to drip and melt. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"... If you can get something ready when this wall comes down, you should be able to get a shot in,"[/color] Violet realized, continuing to funnel [b]Magyk[/b] into the ice wall but it was a near futile task. For each bit of ice [b]Magyk[/b] she used, Lord Hellfire was able to match it with more dragon [b]Fyre[/b]. To make matters worse, the girls would be able to hear a horn sound off nearby. One of his underlings must have been calling for reinforcements, realizing that their leader was under attack. Was it worth it to stay to slay the dragon? Or would it be better if they ran for their lives?[hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]Asgard: November 6th, 12,508 - 1:50 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][b][i]The Palace Dungeons...[/i][/b][/color]

	Halley returned Myth's gaze with one of her own - one that clearly said [i]help me[/i]. Her mother was the Goddess of Lies - consequently, she had never really managed to be a decent liar. Any attempts to hide the truth were futile at best and resulted in punishment at the worst. Beyond that, Halley was a rule stickler by nature - she had zero native talent when it came to deceiving people of the truth. Thankfully, Myth decided to play along and a bit of tension left Halley's shoulders.

	Myth's illusion [b]Magyk[/b] failed, but Halley quickly took care of it, using her own [b]Chaos Magyk[/b] to make a fake injury appear on the back of her head. Forseti frowned slightly, listening to Myth's tail of woe as he circled around her, inspecting the injury. It was incredibly convincing and the God of Retribution grimaced. 

	"I am sorry to see that Loki would attack one as fair as you - he may remain in my prison, provided the All-Mother attends to him within the week," Forseti decided.

	[color=ed145b]"Thank you, now I'm certain the All-Mother will be very interesting in seeing Loki anyways,"[/color] Halley muttered. [color=ed145b]"Myth, do you want to come with me to her chambers or would you rather go look in on your babe?"[/color]

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

	Antonije watched with baited breath as a stream of green [b]Magyk[/b] seemed to emanate from Nova's palms and went into Sylvi. The veins in Sylvi's body become incredibly prominent and her pupils expanded to their full size. It felt like an eternity before he could hear Sylvi's heartbeat, but it was only a few moments in all actuality. Not too long after that, Sylvi would begin to vomit up all of the blood she had consumed and the little half Asgardian, Nova, would sway and collapse to the floor, unconscious. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Silvija?!"[/color] Antonije called out, panicked. [color=cc33ff]"Are you alright?!"[/color]

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

	"Aye, the Mistress of Chaos is at the palace prison - alongside Lady Myth and Forseti, Baldur's son," Heimdall informed Arnora. 

	Heimdall watched as Sága walked off, heading down the Rainbow Bridge and assuming that Cuyler was following behind her. With all of the splendor of the Nine Realms, it was easy to forget that it was all connected by Yggdrasil. The ancient tree's roots formed the various realms, with the BiFrost allowing the Asgardians to traverse them nigh instantaneously. Once they were halfway across the Rainbow Bridge, equidistant between the BiFrost and Asgard proper, Sága turned and looked at Cuyler. "I forgot to mention, in order to reach Mimir... You must be worthy," she explained. "When you fall from this bridge, reach out your hand and grasp - if Yggdrasil finds you worthy, you'll survive the fall and catch a branch."

	Sága then smiled sweetly at him. "I'll be right behind you," she said, before shoving Cuyler off of the bridge. She wasn't going to leave anything to chance.