[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230605/b188b8e9cb2b405065c58f91ded076a7.png[/img][hr][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/72f09f8e1fa29eda9d1541ccf728224a/b992c94eb46c5d7b-d4/s500x750/686c55891173c735f06ec5f58e7b84a03abc4ba0.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@PatientBean][@Blizz][@Kirah][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=FF0000][b]the Everdark[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@Blizz]: Your watch couldn't settle on a time. It kept changing wildly, fluctuating through hours and minutes faster and faster, never pausing. Whatever was happening to the veil, it wasn't good - space and time were intimately connected, two manifestations of the same thing. If time was behaving like this... what was happening to space, to reality?

[@KazAlkemi]: As you whisper to the cloak, asking if you were doing the right thing, a sense of connection would form in the back of your mind. There were not words expressed as much as there were feelings, images. Warmth and hope, mixed with the backdrop of a clear night's sky, the moon illuminating the terrain. As you let go of the cloak, the sensation fades. 

The shadows slip through your fingers at first, as you attempt to grab them to veil you and your companions. This realm is strange and different, changing your spells and intentions. But the longer you stay here, the more you seem to find equilibrium, to become a little bit touched by this place. The shadows are yours to command, you and your companions cloaked and silent. You cannot hear each other; you can see each other. 

[@Trainerblue192]: Your spells are powerful, but not as powerful as they should be without the weight of experience behind them. You incinerate fifty or so of the Green Eyed Ones, a small drop in the bucket. Slowly but surely, the threat is being dealt with - but how much time does Earth have while you wait?[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa the Grey[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/db4f97a911c55834e8956c78fb0d486b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Everdark
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Intuition 
[b][color=#a81a75]Spells:[/color][/b] Kosmisk Ild
[hr][hr][/center]	Runa inclined their head, more of a force of habit than anything else, as Max said that he did not know them. That was strange. Their memory was not what it had once been, but they were fairly certain they'd reintroduced each other. Had Max forgotten who she was, thrown off by her altered appearance? She supposed it had been quite some time and while she had not looked upon herself in ages, not in the traditional sense at least, she could feel the changes to her body, the weathering of her skin. 

	Yet they were silent, offering Max no explanation. There was little time to ponder that mystery, and Midgardians were so fragile, perhaps he had bumped his head or something of the sort in transit. Prudence signaled for them to attack, so Runa conjured up the magicks at their fingertips, whispering their word of power as they summoned up a gigantic ball of fire. They threw it in the direction that they had sensed the Green Eyed Ones, connecting briefly with them for a moment as the flames incinerated a quarter of the legion. 

	A slight smile graced their face, even as they felt tired, weakened. 

	But the smile soon faded, as Runa realized they could not hear their companions. For the first time in ages, fear trickled into their body. [hr][center][h3][color=FF0000][b]Earth-666[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@Nallore]: The door to the Sanctum Santorum opened, but it wasn't Wong who greeted you. Instead, it was a woman in her early 30s with a stern disposition and chunky glasses - [url=https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Zelma_Stanton_(Earth-616)]Zelma Stanton[/url]. Zelma was the librarian at Strange Academy and an arcane historian. She isn't exactly happy to see you, a crossbow in hand pointed at your chest. But luckily enough, she doesn't shoot. "You better have a good explanation for why you're here and Stephen isn't," Zelma warned. "You have thirty seconds." Behind her, you'd be able to see party decorations - although all of the party guests seem to be long gone. 

[@Nallore]: Getting to the Sanctum on foot was not going to be easy. Especially since some benches with anti-homeless infrastructure have come to life, standing up straight like a rectangular being, sprouting teeth as they lunge for you, trying to rip your head off. To make matters worse, a fire hydrant has joined in on the fun, pointing at you and exploding a rush of water at you, slamming you back onto the hard pavement, soaking wet.