[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydPQN0Lh/1838d2018132c903189151c4257fb318.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/nLvp3MFL/image.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 10th, 12,508 - 10:45 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]Inside the Throne Room of the Palace...[/b][/i][/color]

	"You have my sword," Rasputina agreed, nodding sagely at Queen Valda. Her country was not formally at war with the Castle and she would not allow the Empress to die in the same room as her younger sister less than a year prior. To those with [b]Magykal[/b] training, such as Fleur, Rowland, Violet, and Valda, it would become apparent that Rasputina's sword was somehow a manifestation of her own life force. She was a mutant like many of those from the Eastern SnowPlains. 

	The champion of the Eastern SnowPlains cut through one of the [b]Magykal[/b] blasts of the [b]Darke[/b] witches, dispersing it with practiced ease. Empress Astris smiled slightly, spotting that her sister's ghost had [b]Appeared[/b] out of the corner of her eye. "You will owe me for this aid," Astris warned Valda, before she waved her hands and an icy blast hit the [b]Darke[/b] witches, sending them flying backwards. 

	[color=ff0000]"...She's a mutant..."[/color] Myrus mumbled, his fingers trembling as he undid the fastenings on his cloak and cast the flaming garment aside. He didn't even have time to process Amarantha's death. He dropped to the ground and rolled, screaming in agony as the flames diminished but half of his face had a nasty burn on it that would be sure to scar. Luna fortunately would only have a mild burn on her hand, with Valda lucking out and receiving no wounds. 

	Rowland looked around the room in confusion, having been compelled to attack Amarantha but she was already dead. "Witch, stay out of my mind!" he snapped at Fleur, breaking free from her control. He saw his pupil pinned by Ahote and the chains were in the hands of Queen Valda. He tried to use [b]Magyk[/b] to quickly bind Arya with the chains, but they didn't respond to his call - they must have been impervious to [b]Magyk[/b] somehow. "My Queen, the chains!"

	Violet nodded at Fleur's words, before attempting to free herself from Ahote's grip. His physical strength outmatched hers and she hesitated for a moment, before beginning to cast a curse on the unsuspecting man. [color=#9B30FF]"Blood go black and flesh go blue, evil from me and back to you, my soul clean and yours on fire!"[/color] Violet chanted. Ahote's face would begin to be tinged with blue, yet the curse was not complete yet. It would take a few more recitations before the job would be finished. 

	King Nicholas smirked slightly. "Well... I'm going to step out. Lovely to see you, dear," he said, winking at Fleur before he and his champion quickly exited the Throne Room in search of cover. Freyr and King Alvis were fighting back [b]Darke[/b] witches as best as they could, using the traditional weaponry of the Land of Long Nights. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"Blood go black and flesh go blue, evil from me and back to you, my soul clean and yours on fire!"[/color]
	
[color=ff0000][b][i]The Staging Area at the Saecular Games...[/i][/b][/color]

	Antonije bit his lip and nodded at Sylvi, feeling especially heroic thanks to her skillful song. [color=cc33ff]"Alright, well... Where do we start?"[/color] he muttered, talking mostly to himself. He wasn't really a melee brawler. Yes, he had been able to make some progress as a vigilante but that had always been in a one on one situation where he had the advantage. He was so busy trying to think about what the best course of action was that he didn't even notice the soldiers from the Lagoon closing in on them, cutting off their escape routes. 

	[color=cc33ff]"...Do you think you could play something to make them all cry or fall asleep?"[/color] Antonije suggested, before taking a breath and he tried to [i]melt their minds[/i] using his telepathy. The five soldiers screamed in pain, holding their heads as they then collapsed to the ground. Antonije's own head was pounding from the strain. [color=cc33ff]"Shit... That hurt..."[/color] 

[color=ff0000][b][i]The Stadium at the Saecular Games...[/i][/b][/color]
	
	Baldur had on a grim expression, his long beard moving slightly in the wind kicked up by Bruce's flames and so much [b]Darke Magyk[/b]. His brother Hodr was blind and his fighting days were long since over. Before the accident that cost him his sight, Hodr had been an excellent archer, one of the best in the Nine Realms. [color=ed145b]"Grandfather, you need to get out of here - it's your death that causes Ragnarok. You know the prophecy,"[/color] Halley urged. 

	But her grandfather shook his head. "I cannot leave while the people of Midgard need us - we have sworn to protect them."

	"Aye, Halley, lend me your aid - if you can be my eyes, perhaps I can change the tide with my arrows," Hodr asked. 

	Halley sighed slightly. [color=ed145b]"Oh, very well..."[/color] she agreed, conjuring a bow and a quiver of arrows for her great-uncle Hodr. [color=ed145b]"Your aim will be true,"[/color] she promised, a slight smirk as she helped Hodr set up the weapons. Baldur's back was turned to his brother as he sent out blasts of light, stunning a few of the [b]Darke[/b] mages.