[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydPQN0Lh/1838d2018132c903189151c4257fb318.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/sfhGQJDt/tenor.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 - 1:00 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 nodded slightly, liking Luna's suggestion that they all take shelter in the Queen's Room that evening. It was the safest location in the Palace, perhaps even within the entire Castle and extending beyond into the Small Wet Country. It wouldn't be appropriate for the guards to sleep in the Queen's Room with them, but Myrus was no stranger to sharing a bed with his siblings. He used to have sleepovers with Luna all the time growing up. [color=ff0000]"If you don't mind, I think us three should stay in the Queen's Room tonight,"[/color] he asked the Queen. 

	Of course that wasn't the only thing Luna was right about - they also needed to increase the security for the evening. There were a lot of individuals who slept in the Palace, since it was their place of business. He bit his lip slightly, thinking on what they could do. [color=ff0000]"Ahote, could you go ask Titan to gather all of the servants into the barracks and have them sleep there for the night?"[/color] he requested. He would have let Valda do that, but she seemed so stressed and he really hoped she wouldn't mind him making a few decisions. [color=ff0000]"And then we should send a message rat to Rowland before we go to bed, let him know to expect us at first light..."[/color] Myrus doubted he would be able to sleep much beyond that anyways. They had a lot to discuss with the ExtraOrdinary.[hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]Asgard: November 6th, 12,508 - 2:00 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][b][i]The Palace Entrance Hall...[/i][/b][/color]

	Antonije grinned slightly at his girlfriend, noticing something huge - her fangs weren't there anymore. The little witch child had really done it, she had accomplished the impossible and turned Sylvi human again. [color=cc33ff]"Come on, Silvija, we can go crash at their place... Though knowing my sisters, they're probably off with the speedster..."[/color] he mused. There was a speedster on Asgard, so naturally his sisters were obsessed with the man, trying to learn to get faster from him. They were never satisfied with their speed. 

	Given how tired she looked and how happy he was, Antonije swept Sylvi off of her feet, carrying her bridal style. [color=cc33ff]"This okay?"[/color] he asked her, giving her a slight kiss as he started to leave the Palace. It wasn't too far of a walk to get to Bruce and Myth's place, from what he could remember. And then if he couldn't find that house, there was Runa and Lance's home - and then the speedster's home - and worst case scenario, they could just find a tree or something to sleep underneath. [color=cc33ff]"How are you feeling?"[/color]

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

	Sága gave Arnora a bit of an exasperated look. She had always assumed that over the ages, demigods would gradually become more and more intelligent - but yet, they still asked her simple questions with simple answers. "If he isn't worthy, then he will die in the vacuum of space," Sága explained. "A mercy killing compared to the fate that awaits him if Ragnarok should come to pass... Let me show you, child," Sága said, before she reached forward and touched Arnora's forehead. 

	A horrible vision would then play out in front of her. The Nine Realms were on fire. Asgard was crumbling into dust. In the midst of it, a figure shrouded in purple was wielding [b]Darke Magyk[/b] against Cuyler and while he fought valiantly, he was no match for the sorceress. He died honorably, his body falling to the already bloodied ground, surrounded by fallen gods. 

[color=ff0000][b][i]The Well of Mimir...[/i][/b][/color]

	As Cuyler fell from the Rainbow Bridge, the horrifying sensation of free-fall would only be matched by the joy of seeing the cosmos. The starlight and gaseous nebula were a tapestry of wonder, enough to enchant the mind and ensnare the senses of any who saw them. Falling from the bridge like this was a death sentence, a cruel fate of drifting off into the cosmos, freezing and turning to ice in the harsh vacuum of space. 

	During what felt like an eternity of drifting, reaching out for one of the roots of Yggdrasil, whispers like music floated and tickled his ears. [color=#9B30FF][i]"Kom min kjære, hjemme igjen, der alt går tapt og alt er funnet..."[/i][/color] the voice sang, speaking the tongue of the Land of Long Nights. [color=#9B30FF][i]"Der nordvinden møter havet..."[/i][/color] He would know the voice singing so softly - it was Arya's voice. And yet, before he would have a minute to contemplate this, Cuyler's feet would slam into solid ground... Well, not so much ground as a pool of water with a hazy orange sky. 

	"Cuyler, son of Eystein," a hooded figure greeted, water rippling around their feet.