[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
[color=pink]Skills:[/color]Water Manipulation; Brawling; Enhanced Strength; Bard Boost (Thank you Myth) [/center][hr]

	Cuyler’s fight with the [b]Darke[/b] Mage was going less than spectacular. He was unable to fell him with his sword and before Cuyler could switch tactics, he was hit with another vision. In his vision this time around, he was standing in front of a waterfall that fed into three different rivers. Most disturbingly, the waterfall was red but Cuyler is unable to determine if it is blood or not. At the end of one river are all the dead of Ragnarok, at the end of the second are two people, Amarantha and his daughter Apollodora, while the third is completely covered by mist and difficult to see. Suddenly, the second river is blocked off, covered in rocks. Cuyler isn’t sure how but he knows this to mean the future is changing permanently but to what, is unclear. Cuyler took a step towards the second river, in hopes to save his young daughter when the vision leaves him and he is back on the battlefield. 
	Cuyler nearly misses the [b]Darke[/b] Mage taking a swipe at his own stomach as he dodges to the side. Angry that the vision bombarded him in the middle of fighting and giving no clear answers, Cuyler reached out in search of water. He managed to pull water from the air around him and achieved at least a gallon of water. It swirled in a large sphere in-between the two men and Cuyler hurtled the sphere of water down the [b]Darke[/b] Mage’s throat. All that achieved was giving the Mage a well deserved drink. Cuyler let out a roar of frustration and annoyance at his own power denying him of a kill and charged the man. The Mage’s eyes widened in surprise at the charging bull and before any action could be made, Cuyler had his hands on the man’s neck and snapped it. The Mage’s body instantly went limp and Cuyler dropped him without a second thought. 
	Cuyler turned around, his breathing heavy from the rage and adrenaline and he bent to grab the sword he dropped before returing to his mates. [color=pink]”Somethings changed. The paths are changing. I’ve had another vision, three rivers, each displaying something else and one of them gets suddenly blocked off,”[/color] Cuyler said, giving everyone within earshot a run down of what was going on. He twirled his sword around and shifted to attack the next enemy that approached them. His mind swirled, trying to decipher the vision as well as wrap his head around the rage that was coursing through him. Nothing was in his control and nothing was for certain. Cuyler was constantly battling a series of unknowns and he didn’t know where that was going to lead him. Not to mention he kept looking around for a figure cloaked in purple. The figure that meant death for him.

[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
[color=#1E90FF]Skills:[/color] Enhanced Condition[/center][hr]

	There wasn’t even a scream as Amarantha went up in flames but Ahote could have sworn he saw a smirk as she burnt up. Ahote’s grip on Ayra tightened in response but she couldn’t break his hold. Ahote twitched at Mryus’s screaming, fighting the desire to go to his friends aid but he couldn’t. They needed to take out the leaders of this fight and two of them were right close to Ahote.  Rowland, back to his senses, tried to get the chains around Arya but is was another failed attempt and now Ayra started chanting. Slowly Ahote started to lose air as his face turned blue. He gasped, trying to get more air in and in a panic, turned and punched Arya in the side of his head to get her to stop. The punch felt like nothing as Ahote’s bones felt as if they were liquifying. He lost his hold on the Ex-[b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard and Ahote dropped to the floor, still gasping for air. 
	Ahote tried crawling to Mryus, hoping he could help his friend now but he could barely help himself at the moment. There was so much fighting going on around him, so much he could be fighting for. He looked towards Valda, hoping she would have a solution for all this death that was happening around them. Ahote buried into his enhanced healing and resistance, hoping it would be able to fight off the [b]Magyk[/b] that was deteriorating his body. 

	Lennox, having just watched his Commander burn alive and seeing one of the royals now on fire, moved into action. He started slapping the flames out on Myrus as the Prince rolled before he quickly looked over his face. “We need to get you to the infirmary Sir!” Lennox urged the Prince. He grabbed his sword back up and turned to grab onto Luna. Things were turning quickly and he needed to get the royal line out of the Throne Room. 

[hider=Roll Request]Ahote - Enhanced Condition/strength/stamina/resistance/healing to help battle off Ayra's curse if possible.[/hider]