[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] The Palace Grounds -- Behind the Stands -- Midgard - The Castle
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	Cuyler stood in the shadows, hearing the roar of people and the smell of various foods, both domestic and forign to this land. He had his axe out, flipping it this way and that, ready to use it should his companions want more of a lead. Of course Arnora used her gift to track it to this specific area, but they might be able to narrow it more and find this stone quickly before anyone became curious as to what the Asgardians were doing here, again. [color=pink]”You should have brought Halden. He would have liked all of this,”[/color] Cuyler remarked to Myth. Of course they were on a quest and it was no place for a baby but Cuyler had found an odd comfort in the small child and it would have been nice to focus on his reactions to the goings on around them. 
	With the increase in activity since Cuyler’s vision of Ragnarok and the presence of Infinity Stones, Cuyler hadn’t much time to breath or process. He stole precious minutes with his tiny cousin when he could and it seemed all the world fell away when he was holding the small thing. But as it would, life moved on and Cuyler wasn’t permitted to take a moment and process. Things were happening on Asgard in preparation for Ragnarok and Cuyler was sent to Midgard to go find some stone. He was having a hard time justifying this work over being on Asgard, preparing and training. He had felt more and more on edge every day since his vision and being sent here was bothering him. Cuyler ran a hand over his new eye patch and down his braided hair, a new habit he had developed since the loss of his eye. 

[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 Throne Room -- The Palace 
[color=#006400]Skills:[/color] [/center][hr]

	As soon as Amarantha stepped through the door, moving away from the sunlight to the dull lighting of the Palace, she slipped off her hood and mask, before continuing down the hall to the Throne Room. As before, servants and other Palace staff slipped out of her way but now she was followed by hurried whispers and hushed words. Her eyes glanced over each of them and she grinned at a particular nickname that seemed to be following her these days. Yes, she quite liked that one. 
	The secular games were upon them and Amarantha had been planning this for months. She was eternally grateful to a former [b]ExtraOridinary[/b] Wizard ghost and the ghost of famous [b]Alchemist[/b] Marcellus Pye who managed to have a serum crafted for her. She had to take the thing once a month to suppress the basic urges of being a vampire but the Commander of the Guard was back, even if she had a particular fondness for raw meat and bunny blood. 
	Amarantha entered the Throne Room and bowed before walking up to the Queen and her siblings. She clasped a hand over her heart and bowed her head before speaking. Yes, Amarantha was groveling for her former behaviour to Valda. In her defense she had been diminished down to her animalistic self and had no filter of any kind. [color=#006400]”The Guard is in place as well and Titan is stationed within the Royal box, awaiting your arrival,”[/color] Amarantha informed the Queen. As for Amaratha, she would be slipping back into the shadows for the duration of the games. Not only because of the sunlight having a nasty way of burning her instantly, although it didn’t outright kill her, but also to keep on eye on everyone foreign. They had allowed a lot of enemies, people they were warring with currently and potential threats into the Castle and Amarantha wanted to keep a close eye on them all. Amarantha looked over at Luna and shared a private smile with her before looking back at Valda. 

[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] Outside The Throne Room -- The Palace
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	Ahote stood a few paces behind Myrus in the throne room. Even though they were inside, the room was abuzz with the various royals from distant countries, all of them sizing each other up and trying to think ahead of what the other would do. Ahote’s eyes wandered to all of them, trying to get a feel for them all but with so many auras in one place, it would be hard to get an accurate reading so Ahote didn’t even try. He looked back when Myrus volunteered to be Valda’s champion. Something pulled inside Ahote’s chest and he smiled at the floor. Ahote was quite proud of Mryus and the progress he had made with his learning as well as the growing he had done in these last few days. 
	Ahote stepped forward after Mryus made his offer and bowed his head to Valda. She knew she didn’t care for the dramatics of bowing completely but this was a formal event with her enemies looking on and judging every move, he didn’t want her to be seen as weak because she was far from it. [color=#1E90FF]”I too, would like to volunteer as tribute,”[/color] Ahote declared. He respected Mryus’s desire to represent his home and his country but he wanted to give Valda the option. True, Ahote was not from these lands by birth but he had been prepared to protect them ever since being drafted by Amarantha for his current position. Ahote glanced over at Amarantha and smiled, glad she was back. She may be different now but her heart was still for this country, even though it no longer beat as his or Valda’s did.