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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Rainbow Bridge ---> The Well of Mimir -- Asgard
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The contrast of emotions of sheer terror and wonder at the cosmos around Cuyler’s falling form was emotionally draining. He thought he was hallucinating when he started to hear singing whispers around him. What a peaceful way to die, he thought as Cuyler shut his eyes and let the words flow over him. He recognized them clearly as the language was in his native tongue from the Land of Lost Nights and that voice, it was so soothing. Cuyler’s eyes snapped open and he tried looking around, trying to find the source of that voice but then everything seemed to shift into focus and he dropped onto solid ground. It was a bit jarring and the splash of water onto his pants shocked him but he quickly understood that he was alive and that voice may have just been a hallucination after all.
A different voice greeted him in the traditional sense and Cuyler looked forward at the hooded figure. He shifted, taking a half step back and reached one hand for his sword while the other hovered over the water around him. Cuyler called out to the water, feeling the strength and comfort of it being so close should he need it. Over the months in Asgard, Cuyler had turned more into the soldier rather than the timid, passive boy of before. Sure, he still angered easily but now he had more of a warrior head on his shoulders. Yet he still possessed curiosity and this hooded figure and strange land with two great lights, with a sky full of stars and water that reflected the sky perfectly, had him on the edge of his metaphorical seat.
”Are these the water of Mimir?” He shifted his feet, causing a ripple in the pristine surface of the water. If these were the waters of Mimir, it didn’t seem right that he should be standing in them.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: Outside The Vault ---> The Barracks -- The Palace
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Ahote nodded when Mryus gave him his task. He looked at each of the royal siblings, looking at Valda last before he shifted and left the siblings to their own devices. Ahote would most likely sleep in the barracks tonight as well, he was terribly exhausted. As he walked he wondered how Titan would take the news. Him and Amarantha had been just as close. Thick as thieves as it were. Amarantha trained Titan, from the very beginning. If he was tasked to take over in Amarantha’s position, would he even be able to?
Ahote made it to the barracks without much of a hitch and was able to locate Titan as well. Titan turned when Ahote called for him and he eyed the man. They were close to the same height but didn’t quite match in muscle or colour but Titan could hold his own against Ahote if it was desired. Ahote told Titan of Myrus’s order and the man frowned. “Why are you telling me this? Where is Amarantha?” Ahote shifted awkwardly but sighed and told Titan of what had transpired to his fearless leader. Titan turned away from Ahote and stared at the ground. Vampires had destroyed and taken so much from him. Their ranks were drastically depleted and to have their commandeered made into one of them was the final cut. “I suppose that puts me in charge than,” Titan stated.
“Temporarily. It isn’t final. The royal family will be deciding tomorrow,” Ahote, informed Titan. It was rather awkward for Ahote to be the one telling Titan this, he definitely wasn’t above the man. Titan turned around and glared at Ahote. “It is my right,” he stated.
Ahote didn’t back down from Titan but he didn’t push either. “I am certain they will take everything into consideration and won’t take this lightly. I’ll help inform the servants of their new accommodations for the night,” Ahote said quickly before hurrying off.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

Ezekiel Kel

Location: Inside the Big House/Infirmary -- Camp Half-Blood

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Ezekiel relaxed a little when Mr. D left in his typical cloud of purple and wine smell. The gods would handle this, wouldn’t they? They would find out soon enough, Ezekiel thought. He wasn’t looking forward to the process of telling everyone else in the camp what was going on, hopefully Chiron wouldn’t ask for them to present their testimonies. Ezekiel was tired of talking, oddly enough.
Ezekiel turned when he heard Rosie cough and start to stir. Kristen surprisingly went over and tried to relax Rosie and told her to not move quickly. He eyed her a moment before Rebecca spoke to him. ”I bloody well know what they do,” he snapped at her. Ezekiel shut his eyes a moment and sighed. ”I’m sorry, I just… Yes, yes you can give those to her.” Ezekiel shuffled off and found another herb that he could put into a tea to help keep Rosie calm and relaxed.
He hadn’t meant to snap at Rebecca like that. She was only trying to help and her knowledge in helping people could rival his own after all. While Ezekiel brooded, he went to go look for peppermint to add to a paste that he could rub into Rosie’s neck and temples to help with the impending headache she would get. Regardless of hitting her head or not, Ezekiel knew that after a vision came a nasty headache. Unfortunately, he was unable to find the herb in question. ”Rebecca, if you can find peppermint within your stash or while you are gathering ingredients for your potions, we need more, please.” Ezekiel switched on the kettle and added herbs to a cup and waited for the water to boil.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Luna Braddock - Glimpse

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Location: The Cherry Bomb (Basement) -- Washington D.C.
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Luna looked around for something to prop open the door after Veil asked both her and Havok to come down into the basement. She didn’t like the idea but at the very least propping the door open would give them more light plus the added bonus of seeing someone before they were locked in. Luna managed to find an actual door stopper and kicked it under the bottom of the door before she wandered down the steps after Havok. She could faintly see the outline of the room thanks to the phone flashlights and the light from upstairs. She eyed the weird light ponchos that belonged more at a rejected rave than in a bar basement.
The others seemed to start explaining why they were down here in the first place and Luna noticed a couple unconscious people, one of them being blue. It seemed they had a hell of a lot more fun down here than she did upstairs. ”Well we found who owes this lovely place. Sebastian Shaw is one and a Michael Milbury is the other. Plus Havok noticed Mystique as been here a time or two before,” Luna said and pulled out the picture and papers to hand to Veil. Luna looked over at Jack and watched him curiously. She still had questions for him about his mysterious friend, even though he seemed to not know his true identity.

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Cayden Proudstar - Moonwalker

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Location: Roundabout Gift Shop - JFK Memorial Hospital -- Washington D.C.
Skills: Enhanced Strength

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Cayden watched the others show up as Colossus continued to get a beat down until Sapphire stepped in. The ice dagger seemed only to make Vulcan more angry and didn’t even slow him down. James was up next and he tried but nothing was making a dent with the Hound mutant. Cayden clenched his fists, growing mad and shifted. He knew Waverley was safe, having left to get the car so he could focus on the task at hand down. Cayden charged forward, head down in an effort to knock Vulcan over with his strength but it backfired. Literally. Vulcan was able to blast Cayden back and he flew back across the room and into the hallway until he slid to a stop.
Cayden’s face and head felt like literal fire due to the burns now all across his face. The pain was unbearable and Cayden screamed from it, not trying to tough it out at all as tears fell across his burned cheeks. The screaming didn’t help any and pulled the burns on his face in awful directions and produced more pain. His hands shook as they flitted around his face, wanting to touch but knowing that would do no good. He couldn't even compare his pain to anything, to put it on a scale and quantify it. It just, was.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

Ezekiel Kel

Location: Inside the Big House/Infirmary -- Camp Half-Blood

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It didn’t take long for the two teachers to show up and start asking questions. Ezekiel walked back over to Rosie, his patient for the time being and leaned against the end of her bed while Rebecca filled them in a little bit. Even though she spoke the words of the prophecy causally her voice was haunting and it made him shiver. He didn’t like the idea of going on another quest. It seemed he was doing a lot of those. ”The pit, it was Tartarus and all those monsters. It was definitely Echidna and Typhon so you know, that’s fun. Which now with those creatures having attacked the barrier like that. Sure they could have been after the new campers but, I don’t know.” Ezekiel shook his head and crossed his arms.
”So anyways, we were hoping you could inform Olympus for us and see what they can do.” Ezekiel didn’t have high hopes in the gods, their parents. After all, the prophecy said it had to be a child of those three gods and when did the gods ever really step in and fight their own battles anymore. They seemed more than content to let hormonal raging teenagers take on all the life threatening work. Ya, sure, shouldn’t be a problem at all.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Cassiopeia Hood

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Location: Hallway/Stairs -- Cassi & Layla’s Apartment Building
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”Oo lucky me,” Cassiopeia teased when her sister informed her that she could pick the lucky restaurant. There was only one really good Chinese place in this town and so Cassiopeia would be taking them to that establishment. She adjusted her pack full of hunting supplies and opened up the door to the stairwell with the help of Layla’s cell phone flashlight. Her bow and another set of arrows were in the back of her jeep downstairs, always ready to go hunting. ”I was thinking of picking up some supplies to make more arrows and sell them. Everyone always seemed to like when I did that. Even if it was more of a souvenir type thing for the touring hunting groups,” she informed her sister while they walked down the stairs.
Cassiopeia had first learned to be crafty and resourceful like that in her more recent years. They learned to make a lot of their own things, including traps for smaller game animals. It was all thanks to their last adoptive family and Cassiopeia would be forever grateful to them. She always made sure to send them some of the meat they would hunt down. Of course they had plenty of their own it was just the principle of the matter. A forever thank you on Cassiopeia’s part.

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Willow Jones

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Location: The Diner
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Willow took her phone back from Sierra and laughed a little when she mentioned asking Willow out. She decided to take it as a friendly term than more than something else but she still couldn’t help the warming of her cheeks. Odd. ”Certainly. I’ll need all the help studying with midterms and finals. There, sent you a text,” Willow said. She had simply sent a text with her name and a happy face emoji as her first message.
Willow put her phone away and looked over at the newcomer. Another waitress but her name was Rose. ”Oh that’s a pretty name. Willow is mine, nice to meet you,” she said and held her hand to Rose. Willow had a fondness for roses. She had many clothing items as well as jewelry that had roses present on them. Her earrings were one thing and an old pocket watch she had inherited was the other. "Are you in university as well?"

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Rainbow Bridge -- Asgard
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Cuyler did walk with Sága down the Rainbow Bridge, after all he did say he was committed to helping the lands and this seemed to be the only way. He appreciated Arnora’s apology but it wasn’t the apology he needed to hear. Cuyler walked along, watching the roots spread out and under them as his mind wandered and shifted. He didn’t notice Sága stop until he had ran into her. To determine if he was worthy he had to fall from the bridge? That seemed like a crucial piece of information and would have been nice to know earlier. Cuyler glanced over the Rainbow Bridge, seeing roots and nothingness underneath. He looked back at Sága, ready to voice his opinion when she smiled and pushed him over the edge.
Cuyler’s eyes widened as he felt the inexplicable feeling of falling and then he reached, hoping above all that he would feel solid wood of Yggdrasil in his hand. As he was falling, his mind flashed to past memories as one would do when a life was potentially ending. He saw images of his father teaching him how to sail. To tie the ropes and climb up to the top to fix the sails or release sails while on the sea. It was tedious work and required a lot of trial and error. On one such lesson something went wrong and Cuyler slipped from the end of the pole he was fixing the rigging on. It was well over the water and Cuyler landed into the cold waters of the Land of Lost Nights with a loud thudding sound. The water had rose up around him, pulling him down while the crushing weight of freezing water pushed on his chest. Naturally, he panicked, having never fallen from such a great height before. He knew how to swim, taught before learning to walk it seemed but at the moment it didn’t matter. As he panicked, water filled his lungs and his vision grew dark. His father had rescued him and the Norns, goddesses of Fate had not claimed him on that day. Would they today though? In the very lands they claimed, while his mother ruled and his friend stood mere feet away. Did Cuyler even want to be saved, knowing what tasks lay ahead of him? Still, Cuyler found himself reaching and opening himself up to fate.

Roll Request

Unsure if skills can be used here but Enhanced Strength maybe? Roll to see if Cuyler can grab on, if he is worthy enough.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: Outside The Vault -- The Palace
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If there was one thing they all seemed to agree on it was getting help for Amarantha. Her earlier behaviour was uncalled for but she wasn’t exactly herself at the moment. She had reverted back to her more cynical ways with a bloodthirsty creature inside her. Ahote relaxed a little, pleased they would try to find her some help. The stronger topic of conversation now was trying to find someone to take her place. ”Well there is Titan. He was her second and a strong enough leader with the guard, at least from what I have seen. Not to mention he kept both you and Luna safe tonight Valda.” Of course the ultimate decision would be Valda’s choice. Perhaps she had a different sort in mind, someone tamer and who could take direction more easily.
Ahote was quite ready for bed but wouldn’t leave the royals unattended; although, between Valda and Myrus, they were more than capable of taking care of themselves. Ahote would escort them all back to their chambers and find extra guards for them if they decided. It wouldn’t be a bad idea though if they all had a bit of a slumber party within Valda’s rooms. They might all need it after the multiple death scares after this day.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Luna Braddock - Glimpse

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Location: The Cherry Bomb (Upstairs) -- Washington D.C.
Skills: Telepathy -- Binding/Knock Out

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The binding held thankfully while Luna shuffled through the papers and came across a few juicy ones. She saw what subsidiary of Shaw Industries owned the bar and that Shaw idiotically put his name on the lease. He truly thought he was invincible. One day that attitude was going to get him killed. Luna shook her head and gathered the papers and slipped them inside her jacket, along with the photo of Mystique. She glanced at Havok’s comment and nodded. ”I think we’ve got all we can get from up here.” She turned to face the bartender and dove into his mind deeper to try and knock him out. It was a rather forceful thing, knocking someone out via the mind, that is when it works but Luna couldn’t get the proper hold on him. Still, it wasn’t all lost. Luna turned to Havok. ”Do you mind knocking him out? If I leave the room the binding will be severed and we don’t need him calling anyone.” Havok obliged and stepped around the bar to knock out the unmoving bartender, to which he succeeded. ”Thanks,” Luna said before moving towards the basement.
Luna opened up the basement door and held it open as she peered down the stairs. It was pitch black in the basement with an odd glowing light that moved here and there and several voices drifted up to them. At least they were all familiar. ”Oi, could you use an out?” If they had it handled, she wasn’t going to interfere and just encase someone unsavoury walked through the door it wouldn’t be wise to have all the heavy hitters down in a basement that could be potentially locked.

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Cayden Proudstar - Moonwalker

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Location: Gift Shop ---> Outside Gift Shop - JFK Memorial Hospital -- Washington D.C.
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Sure they were hiding in the corner but that was only temporary. Cayden was waiting for an opening, he wasn’t about to risk the operation completely and he needed to keep Waverley save. He heard her speak up about getting the cameras shut off. Cayden relaxed a little, hearing the good news when Colossus took down Vulcan. There was their opportunity. He pulled on Waverley’s hand and ushered her from the gift shop quickly, moving around the fighting pair. Hopefully they looked like people who had just been trapped inside the gift shop and not part of the carnage.
Cayden saw the blood drip from Colossus as he continued to fight Vulcan which was far from good. If he couldn’t shift back to his human form after this, how would they treat a man made of metal? He looked at Waverley. ”Get to a safe spot.” Cayden had to focus on Vulcan and the big guy now. He would have to take down Vulcan if Colossus couldn’t and then carry the big guy out of there as he didn’t know Waverley had sent a message for help.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

Ezekiel Kel

Location: Inside the Big House/Infirmary -- Camp Half-Blood

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Rebecca was probably right, everyone needed to know of Rosie’s most recent vision. It was probably in conjunction with her earlier one anyways. Ezekiel wrote down Rosie’s vitals, keeping an accurate record was important and you couldn’t rely on memory. He set the chart down on the table beside the bed Rosie now rested on and looked over as Kiera walked in and then Mary. ”She had a vision and it does not bode well..” He looked back at Rebecca and frowned. The last time he had seen his father was him coming down to send him Leda and Kristen on a quest of their own. He really didn’t want to try summoning his father. As much as Ezekiel loved proving himself, he didn’t enjoy the whole putting your life on the line thing that came with it and if Ezekiel was the one to summon Apollo, he would probably put Ezekiel on the task.
Ezekiel ran hands over his face and through his hair, interlocking his fingers at the back of his head and blew out a breath. ”Feel free to stick around you two if you want to hear the dramatics. I’m going to call for Mr. D and Chiron and then we’ll explain everything again,” he told Mary and Kiera. He didn’t want to have to explain everything twice over, especially with the heads of the camp near. Ezekiel dropped his hands and walked over to the door. ”Hey Mr. D, Chiron! Could you come down to the infirmary for a moment.” Ezekiel simply called out the door. The house was big but it wasn’t that big and he hoped his voice would carry.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Cassiopeia Hood

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Location: Kitchen -- Cassi & Layla’s Apartment
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Artemis wound himself around Cassiopeia’s legs, making her shuffle over to the food dish so she didn’t take out the cat or herself while walking. ”Ooo Chinese,” she said with a nod. The cat food dropped into the two dishes, filling the apartment with the sound of kibble hitting metal before the cats moved forward to discover the new addition to their food dish. Cassiopeia also topped up the water dishes before getting the keys from Layla. She scratched Artemis's head and ran her fingers over Fluffy’s tail before double checking she had everything she needed.
”Let’s get going,” she said and headed for the door. The thought of delicious Chinese food was making her a bit hungrier and therefore a bit more impatient. It would be a lot better of a meal than cold cut sandwiches would have been. Maybe some hot chocolate too or they could save that treat for after the hunt to help them both warm up. Those were the moments Cassiopeia loved after a successful hunt.

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Willow Jones

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Location: The Diner
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Willow ate some more before chasing her food with a splash of orange juice. She set her fork down and dabbed her mouth with her napkin before nodding. ”I could always use help studying,” Willow admitted with a laugh. She pulled out her phone and cued up the new contact tag before handing it over to Sierra. She wondered how many other people Sierra had met by working in this diner and possibly befriended. ”You must meet a lot of interesting people working here,” she noted.
Willow returned to eating her food while Sierra typed on her phone. Her break from school wasn’t going to be much longer and Willow still had to drive herself back to school. Originally, she had been hoping for a more productive break but this hadn’t been so bad either. She had made a new friend and that was always a good thing for Willow. ”I’ll text you once I have your number and then if you need help with anything, you can just ask me.” Willow loved being able to extend her helping hand to people as well.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Rainbow Bridge -- Asgard
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Thia finished her meal quickly while Sága and Heimdall spoke before she stood and stretched herself out. She gave out a loud yawn before nudging Cuyler and trotted off, ready to retire for the night. It had been a rather eventful evening down on Midgard and the Night Transformer was rather done with the night. Cuyler meanwhile stood there with the arrow still protruding from his eye. He looked over at Arnora after Sága dismissed her. ”Could you let my mother know what’s going on and tell her she's wrong about Arya being dead.” After all of this, Cuyler would be having a long conversation with his mother. She had no right keeping Arya's supposed death from him. Whatever her reasoning was now moot.
The pain had become manageable now but Cuyler still found it disorienting having an arrow protruding from his eye. He grasped onto the shaft of the arrow and snapped the end of it before tossing it aside. At least now he couldn’t see an object sticking out of his eye anymore and with his depth perception off it was probably best to not smash it against something. He looked at Sága when she spoke to Cuyler of needing to go to the highest point of Asgard. Cuyler wasn’t even sure he knew where that was. He shrugged and nodded forward. ”Lead the way.”

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Amarantha

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Location: Dungeon One -- The Palace Dungeons
Skills: Resistance; Stamina;

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Amarantha’s state of hunger had pretty well become a constant and was an old friend now. At least she could rely on herself always being hungry for something she couldn’t have. The dungeon door shut behind Myrus and Ahote and she heard the familiar sound of it being locked into place. She shifted around on the floor, moving until she found a comfortable position and laid back. While in the Young Army, Puck had locked them into isolation many times. The only difference now was the crushing weight of the chains taking everything out of Amarantha. Still, her knowledge of things long since past was an odd comfort for her.
As she settled, she surveyed the room. The cracks, the dirt, the door and how it stood and the smell. That smell would be a permanent thing. Amarantha shifted again, trying to adjust to the weight of the chains and filled her mind with thoughts of escaping. If she were to try escaping, how would she do it and how far would she even get. If she got out and if she took down the guards she would need to feed from them, drain them both until nothing was left. Amarantha shuttered from the idea of it. As much as Amarantha had the instinct of survival, she had also developed a large amount of honor. It came with the promotion and having something that was truly her own for once. Not to mention the fact that she felt she deserved this punishment. Myrus nor Ahote had checked her person before chaining her up. Amarantha had a few things tucked away on her person, including the gauntlet on her wrist that held a hidden blade. If she wanted to, she could make an escape attempt but the thing was, she didn’t want to. So instead she shut her eyes and decided to try for some sleep. In the morning she would let her guards know who she wished to say goodbye to.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: The Palace Dungeons -- The Palace
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Ahote stood by as the doors were locked, sealing Amarantha inside. He wasn’t sure she would even attempt an escape. She had seemed pretty dejected and accepting of what her fate had led her to. Still, this place was full of surprises. Ahote watched Myrus as the doors locked. ”You’ve had a long day and it is rather late. Perhaps it is time to call it a night Mryus. There is nothing more we can do right now anyways,” Ahote stated. Amarantha would keep and the late hour wouldn’t produce anymore information for them.

They headed out of the dungeons and met up with Valda and Luna once more. Once again, Ahote stood by while Myrus spoke to his sisters. It was a rather unfortunate thing but probably true that there was no cure for vampirism. "We’ll look though. Ask the Physiks and the Wizards. Someone may have come across something in their travels.” Ahote tried his best to stifle a yawn and just covered it by turning his head and yawning into his shoulder. He was tired but he wasn’t sure if he would sleep much with everything that had happened today.