Present Day - The Castle: May 4th, 12,508 - 8:00 PM
@KazAlkemi@Nallore@LadyRunic: ~feel free to proceed, dice have ruled that you are all in the clear~
@LadyRunic: ~will update here once Rhys is posted for~
@mnkee@BlueSky44: Out in the courtyard, the wizard called Rainbrook was sitting in the middle, pouring over some notes in a journal. He looked to be a little pale and sickly, looking around nervously and then at his hands. They seemed to be turning transparent, as if he was slowly fading away. Tristan would be able to spot him from where he was and as for Thalia and Zekarra, they'd be able to spot Rainbrook through one of the windows in the corridor.
@LadyRunic@mnkee: Navi looked up at Lyra, rolling her eyes at her. She was the daughter of some of the Young Army Commanders and thanks to the diverse background of the Young Army, she knew plenty when it came to death. It was celebrated in some places. "Lots of people celebrate death, silly!" Navi said, twirling around with her fairy wings again. "There's entire feast days! I love the feast days! So much food, music, celebration, honoring those who died for the army! It's fantastic!"
However, she then looked at Lyra and wrinkled her nose. "I bet a wolverine would eat you!" she giggled.
@FantasyChic: Wanda nodded, giving Fleur a smile. She really did enjoy her company. "You strike me as very confident and capable - not very many are," she lamented. In her own time, Wanda was one of the more formidable users of magic. There were so many who only scratched the surface of what was possible, so it was refreshing to see someone like Fleur. As they continued to walk down the Witch's Road, time would seem to hold still.
Eventually, the path darkened considerably. "Our first task," Wanda murmured. She held out her hand and red energy seemed to swirl around it, illuminating ghouls that looked like gelatinous blobs. "Between the two of us, we should make quick work of these."
Arya Rincewind

Location: The Palace - the Library
Arya took a breath and Rowland was about to intervene, but she raised her hand and cut him off. "Rowland, I can handle this," she told him calmly. Arya had not grown up in the most stable of environments. Her parents constantly fought, screaming at each other whenever her father came home drunk. Her mother taught Arya to become perfect - to always be calm and rational and to avoid emotional outbursts. Rowland hesitated for a moment, nodding at Arya as he left the room and went to search for his sister.
Arya then looked at Cuyler, her mind whizzing as she thought of a thousand possible things she could say to him. However, his words broke her heart and it was taking all of her strength to not explode. She took a shaky breath, her hands quivering slightly until she neatly folded them and forced them to stay still. If she could control her body, then she could control her feelings and emotions. "I made a vow to the Castle, Cuyler," Arya said, breaking the silence. "To protect it from harm no matter the cost; to sacrifice personal pleasure and luxury so that it may thrive; to give up myself, body, spirit, and soul if so required."
"I never put you second, Cuyler," she told him. Her hands felt cold. "I place myself second because it is my duty!" She took a breath, setting aside the books she had been studying. "Do you think so little of me that I would somehow would treat you differently from this increased status - that you are the son of what you call a god?"
"I love you for you, Cuyler - not because of who your family is or because of what power you wield or what line of nobility you are from. If such things matter to you, then I suppose you would be horrified to know that I am the daughter of a failed Sub-Wizard - a drunkard - and a prideful Alchemist."
She passed back and forth slightly across the room, thinking still. She normally liked to have time to prepare her thoughts and collect them. Instead, this was all raw. Her heart ached and she was a least moderately upset that they were in a library of all places having this conversation. They were supposed to be a place of solace and refuge. "I really hope you find what you're looking for, Cuyler."
"Perhaps you'll be better served with a woman of high standing and nobility to befit your powers and need to control those you love." A tear fell from her eyes and slid down her face.
Myrus Silvers

Location: The Palace Boat Launch
Myrus gave Luna a slight smile. He didn't really know what he had in mind with Luna exactly, but then as he looked out into the water, an idea came to him. Maybe if Luna liked the idea, they could talk to Valda about it and put it into action. Their lives were all about politics - as much as they ruled the Castle, they were essentially servants to it and its people. "It's nice to meet you, Lennox," Myrus said with a smile, acting more and more like his old self.
He had studied a lot of the legends of the Land of Long Nights, in search of an escape and comfort. But what had his dream always been? It was to sail the open sea, to discover new and exciting things, to feel his blood pump in his veins. Myrus didn't want to rule the Castle or to be eventually married off to some adjacent kingdom as a result of a treaty. He didn't want that for his sisters either. It had taken him a bit to realize it, but Valda had likely been better off in the woods with the witches.
"Amarantha, could I have a moment alone with my sister?" Myrus asked. He didn't want to tell anyone else of his plans. And then, whether Amarantha moved away or not, he leaned in and whispered in Luna's ear. "Let's run away... We can board a ship and leave the Castle far behind. Me, you, and Valda," he proposed. His voice was so quiet that only Luna would be able to hear him - not Amarantha or Lennox or anyone else.
"You don't have to answer now, just... just think about it, okay?"
Antonije Magnisky

Location: Wizard Tower - the Great Hall
Antonije slowly came to his senses, finding himself standing outside of the barricaded door. He blinked a bit, incredibly confused as to what had happened. Using his telepathy, he quickly tapped into Sylvi's mind and reviewed her memories of what had happened. He couldn't help but turn bright red, witnessing the way he had been behaving. It was almost carnal, animalistic... Sorry... he whispered into her mind, moving things out of the way so she could leave the closet.
Marya and Medea looked at Bruce and Lance defiantly. One could practically see a realization on how to get away with this dawn on Marya's face as she smirked at her adoptive grandfather and adoptive father. "What pranks?" Marya asked, doing her best to sound pitiful as she purposefully coughed. "We can't do anything. We're too sick." She then sniffed loudly for added effect, trying her best not to giggle throughout this little stunt. "Also what do you mean by serious trouble? Constance would lock us underneath a cabinet or something so... you kinda have to learn to beat that."
Runa looked at Myth, a bit perplexed by her words. "People need to stop taking Forseti so seriously... We hardly ever come down and smite people. If it happens, it was most likely some sort of accident," she clarified. Forseti was the son of Baldur and was known as a God of Justice and Retribution. Some people thought he was responsible for Reconciliation as well, a fact that made Runa laugh whenever it came up. Her brother had a vengeful streak.
"So really, why are you marrying my nerd of a brother?" Astrid asked Myth, using some 21st century slang she had picked up from her father, Lance.


















