RPM
Achronum
kittyluna45
Scrawl Banditta
Not a Sayan
KazAlkemi
Neziul
Kirah
Blizz
Present Day - The Castle: May 4th, 12,508 - 1:00 PM
@Nallore@KazAlkemi@LadyRunic: There was one thing to be certain - Minerva was more ruthless than the rest of the party. Nera sighed slightly, hearing Ahote admonish her for lying and deceiving them. She had her reasons for withholding information. Perhaps it was silly to keep sentimentality in such a lonely afterlife, after her love had abandoned her for so long. "Are you finished admonishing me and appealing to my clearly well defined and irreplaceable set of morals?" Nera asked with a bit of a yawn. She then nodded slightly at Arnora.
"Never did I describe her as a tyrant," Nera said, seemingly losing interest in Grimspound and the others. Minerva rolled her eyes slightly - it wasn't like Nera's ghostly afterlife got any more interesting than this. "If you want this item so much, you can find that information on your own. Everyone these days just wants things handed to them...They don't work for what they receive..." It seemed to be a bitter note for her.
"I still think burning this place down would be easier - witches or not, they're dead," Minerva argued - but Arnora was wise. Ghosts could still Cause things to happen to the living.
@LadyRunic: As Rhys heads back home from Wizard Way, he'll notice the ExtraOrdinary Apprentice, Atkin, wearing his street clothes and heading out of the nearest message rat office. Atkin scrunched up his face slightly before he threw his ExtraOrdinary Apprentice tunic on the ground and huffed, heading to the Ramblings where his family lived.
And then, as if in some sort of cosmic joke, Rhys would also see Ernie - his old friend(?) - heading back from the Snook's Nook. It was located outside of the Ramblings and housed the largest markets at the Castle, with the exception of the Trader's Market. Better late than never?
@mnkee: Out in the hallway where Lyra remained, Rainbrook was looking rather nervous and ill at ease with all of this. For whatever reason, Cuyler yelling at him had shaken him up a lot - as if he cared deeply about the Northern Trader's opinion. He breathed out for a moment, ruffling his hand through his wild hair in agitation as he paced back and forth. "I mustn't tell..." he whispered over and over again. He definitely was of a nervous disposition.
A ghost of a young Castle Queen Appeared next to Lyra. She was Sabelina the Wise - remembered as the Castle Queen who brought the entire Small Wet Country Across the Sea under the Castle's reign. Her gaze and smile were unnerving, as if when she looked at you Sabelina was determining every possible way to defeat you.
@FantasyChic: Meadow took in the news with interest. Her cousin, Prince Myrus, was dying? She frowned slightly, remembering talk with her advisors about the tensions between the Eastern SnowPlains and the Land of Long Nights. Both of them wished to have the Castle's allegiance for the same reason the Lagoon wanted to control it - for its resources. "Queen Valda will be vulnerable, then," Meadow mused. "Perhaps the time for your forces to strike is soon. She'll be too preoccupied with her brother..."
Arya Rincewind
Location: The Palace - Princess Luna's Chambers
In the brief few moments that Arya was unconscious, she found herself in a strange clearing. Draped on her shoulders was a red cloak and as Arya looked to her left and right, she noticed that she was not alone. A wise woman who seemed about her age stood next to her and turned, giving her the slightest smile. "Come home, Arya," the woman whispered.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Arya called out, the road seemed to go on forever in either direction she looked in this wood.
"You must come home."
Arya's eyes then opened and she found herself on the ground, soaking wet. The entire room was covered in water and she glanced around wildly, trying to ascertain what had happened. Whatever her dream had been about, it was almost entirely forgotten already. If pressed, she would not be able to recount what had occurred. Her amulet was still around her neck and Arya was shaking - she knew not if from the Sickenesse or the cold that penetrated her bones. "Forgive me, Your Majesty..." Arya said, her voice feeling hoarse. "I am quite well, I am sorry for distressing you."
Myrus continued to sleep, as if the water had not hit his form. Yet while Arya had dreamt during her slip into unconsciousness, Myrus' mind was too exhausted to conjure a dream for him - or perhaps, it could not fathom an image to provide him comfort. A message rat slipped into the room, asking for the ExtraOrdinary Wizard - and once Arya confirmed it was her, the rat began its message: Arya - I really loved being your apprentice, but I'm needed at home - and with this illness, me mum's not really chuffed to have me at the tower...Sorry, but I quit. Love, Atkin.
Arya's face flushed from embarrassment - but sorrow filled her. She could not blame Atkin for wishing to dissolve the apprenticeship. She shut her eyes for a moment, afraid that if too much more happened she would burst into flames. The pounding headache made concentration difficult and she was in no condition to help Myrus. She could barely help herself.
Antonije Magnisky
Location: Number 40 Alchemie Way - Living Room --> the Basement
To recap, the Banner residence is becoming quite crowded. Let's just briefly summarize who is there and who everyone is, since as while the physical space is becoming less and less adequate for all of these people, I have a feeling the RPers are struggling as well:
- Runa, Baldur's daughter, Granddaughter of the eternal flame, and Mistress of Lies - Bruce's mother
- Lance Banner - Bruce's father
- Astrid Banner, Traveler of the Nine Realms - Bruce's younger sister
- Halley Banner, Mistress of Chaos - Bruce's older sister
- Bruce Banner
- Myth the Muse
- Antonije Magnisky - Bruce's adopted son
- Marya and Medea Magnisky - Bruce's adopted twins, younger sisters of Antonije
- Sylvi the Bard - Antonije's girlfriend
- Tinsel - Astrid's niffler
"Marya, Medea, Превише људи, идемо доле," Antonije said to his siblings. He didn't mind if Bruce's family heard this one, figuring that they'd all be able to understand it. It was both nice and irritating that Bruce was able to understand Serbian. But at any rate, things were getting too cramped up here for his tastes and Antonije wanted to feel like he could breathe again.
"Хоће ли Силви остати код нас?"
Antonije shrugged slightly. "Ако жели," he said, before his twin sisters rushed in a flash of silver down the stairs into the basement. Antonije nodded at Sylvi, beckoning for her to come if she wanted to, and he gave the gods assembled the middle finger before heading down into the basement. As soon as he got down there, he felt like he could breathe again. "Превише проклетих људи..."
Back upstairs in the living room, Astrid smiled at her soon to be sister-in-law. "I got you guys an amazing present - you're not allergic to animals or anything, right?" she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "And don't worry Brucey, it's not a niffler!"
Runa huffed a bit, but let her husband lead her into a chair. "I'm fine, love..." Runa gave him a soft kiss, her head still pounding as she had spent the majority of her energy. She was glad that Bruce's siblings seemed to be getting along with his fiancée - and she hoped Nova would arrive soon. She was an hour late now.
