[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 - 1:10 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]	Nothing terrible happened in Luna's room - it seemed the excitement must have died down for the night. The shadows were long and it was far past the time when any Crown Princess should have retired to bed. And with the majority of the staff sleeping in the barracks, it certainly wasn't safe for her to be wandering off on her lonesome. Similarly, Ahote would not have any difficulty with his task - the servants were too scared and frightened to protest, their eyes only held wide open at this late hour from adrenaline.

	[color=ff0000]"...Alright, if you're sure,"[/color] Myrus informed Valda, as she said she would go off to send a message rat to Rowland. He was nervous at the idea of both of his sisters walking off all alone, but Luna and Valda were stronger than they appeared... and Valda already appeared rather strong. Biting his lip slightly, Myrus walked to the corridor that [b]Hid[/b] the Queen's Room and he walked through the wall, emerging on the other side. The events of that day... they were unbelievable. Beyond the vampiric massacre, he had traveled to the future. His siblings had returned thanks to a half dragon, half boat. And Mavis... His heart wept for her more than it did for Amarantha. [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's heart was hammering in her chest like mad as warriors seemed to melt out of the shadows. Some of them were [b]Magyk[/b], their darkened emerald eyes staring at the two women assembled. Others were skilled in the blade, scars littering their body and telling the many fights they had survived to see finished. A hushed silence came over the Hellfire Circle, before the legion bent the knee to Fleur, bowing their heads.

	"Hail Fleur! Hail the Demon's Head!" the legion chanted in unison. She had another army backing her, another force to add to her numbers. With all of her amassed power, what could the Castle do to stop her? Would Queen Valda be able to withstand such an assault? Perhaps if Fleur knew the horrific events that had transpired that Bonfire Night, she might have been inclined to strike now in this weakened state.

	Violet was quiet, observing the scene. She trusted Fleur, but she did not trust these men. They had served a corrupt leader - were they not guilty of the same crimes the Lord Hellfire had been? The man had died a dragon, his gigantic carcass draped across the circle. [color=#9B30FF]"The [b]Way[/b] - we should return through it. The Castle may need us,"[/color] Violet confided in her friend. She hoped that just as they had accidentally walked through it to come here, they might be able to find some sort of way back through if they wandered around the woods long enough. [hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]Asgard: November 6th, 12,508 - 2:10 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][b][i]The Palace Entrance Hall...[/i][/b][/color]

	Coming up from the dungeons, Halley and Myth entered the entrance hall of the Palace. The throne room was not too far from here and Halley did not doubt that her aunt would be there, awaiting the news of their journey to Midgard and the mission to recover the Tesseract from the thief. Loki had yet to produce the precious stone, but Halley was certain that it had to be him. There was nothing he coveted more in the world than that gem. [color=ed145b]"He's Loki,"[/color] Halley explained to Myth. [color=ed145b]"In my life, I've found that securing him tends to be a good approach to any dilemma... especially when it involves an infinity stone."[/color]

	Glancing down the hallway, she saw Bruce alone emerging from Nova's room. [color=ed145b]"How did it go, brother?"[/color] she asked, curious - and a bit concerned for her little sister. Nova was a bit annoying at times, as she was perpetually a child, but she was family nonetheless. Arnora came into view a moment later and Halley gave her a curt nod, unsurprised to see she had returned - but a bit confused that Cuyler had not returned with her. 

[color=ff0000][b][i]Bruce and Myth's Home...[/i][/b][/color]

	Antonije nodded slightly, opening the door to Myth and Bruce's home with his foot and kicking it open. No one on Asgard seemed to be too concerned with locks, he noticed. It was almost sickening at times how much these gods and goddesses trusted each other - though he supposed that explained why Loki was able to trick them all time and time again. Heading inside, he found the spare room that had been allocated for him and he tucked Sylvi into bed, smirking a little bit at her. 
	
	[color=cc33ff]"Would Sleeping Beauty like a bedtime story?"[/color] he teased.

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

	[color=#9B30FF][i]"Kan du møte det elva vet..."[/i][/color] Arya's voice whispered into Cuyler's ear. Was it actually her or just some manifestation of Mimir's power taking on her memory and intonation? Rowland had implied some very dark things about her... was this what remained of the Arya he knew, just a whisper in the back of his mind, singing tales in his native tongue? Or was it a [b]Magyk[/b] all of its own, perhaps a desperate cry for help from the ex-ExtraOrdinary Wizard?

	"Is that truly the answer you have come to seek?" the hooded figure asked. The figure didn't move towards Cuyler, not moving at all but somehow the water continued to ripple around them. This water would feel strange and foreign to Cuyler - as if there was something [b]Magykal[/b] about it, begging him to dive in deeply and inhale, to drown... "What have you sacrificed for knowledge?" the hooded figure asked - did they mean his eye, as Sága had said earlier?