[center][i][b][color=a187be]Annabeth Gulch[/color][/b][/i][/center]

Nodding her head, Annabeth certainly wouldn't mind finding Lyn. She has grown so big these past few days it was mind boggling. She learned that the naga grew up fast, but in less than a year she was nearly as big as Annabeth was! Granted while Lyn has matured, physically and mentally, Annabeth still worried that Lyn might be too young for the world. The girl knew almost nothing outside the college, and while they were nice, Annabeth hoped that Lyn accelerated growth didn't make her think that everyone was like the people at the college. Some people out there aren't nearly as nice.

[color=a187be]“Sure let's go find Lyn. I think is saw her in the courtyard somewhere.”[/color]

Annabeth and Keri left the mess hall to the courtyard. There were plenty of students hanging out here, so finding Lyn was going to be somewhat difficult. Fortunately, Annabeth had her way. She took a deep ground, closed her eyes, and started to scan the minds of everyone around her. The range was much shorter than what Satori was capable of, and Annabeth was going to have to keep moving if she wanted to scan the entire courtyard, but the fact was that Annabeth was able to use a Wide-Concentration Telepathic scan, and she could so easily. It helped that she was only scanning their minds, and thus if she didn’t find Lyn or hit an unfamiliar ward, she could easily move past it without wasting unnecessary energy.

Eventually Annabeth did find Lyn’s thoughts near a tree. She seemed to be talking to another woman who Annabeth remembered was at the hunt. Her name was Helena, though beyond that Annabeth knew very little about her. She was thankful for her help however. Before approaching Annabeth pulled Keri to the said and had a prank in mind. Annabeth took out a green ring, the one that silences their movements. [color=a187be]“Let’s surprise Lyn. Just be careful of her bear, it’s temper is almost as bad as Tyrael’s.”[/color]

[Center][b][i][color=crimson]Lucilia Riovas[/color] & [color=pink]Satori[/color][/i][/b][/center]

The two ladies sighed as their game came to an end. Satori had lost the final round of her five dice game, though that’s not what she was sighing about. She had hoped that playing this game would jog her memory, allow her to recall something, but there was nothing. She struggled to remember if Five Die was even the came she gambled on, and not something like Gwent or Pathfinder. As she wracked her mind trying to recall, Lucilia placed two cups of coffee down for them. Lucilia took a sip out of her own. [color=crimson]”Still nothing?”[/color]

[color=pink]”Nothing.”[/color] Taking a sip from her coffee Satori tasted the bitterness. With a hint of salt. [color=pink]”I don’t like this. Someone strong enough to tear Mar apart and make me lose all my memories of it is no mere enemy. But I don’t know any master Psychomancers that isn’t me or Ovak, and none of them could do what happened to Mar. [i]I[/i] couldn’t do that.”[/color] Satori’s hand shook. She was feeling fear, a feeling she hasn’t had since she became a master. Instead she has felt the fear of many others, others who could not defend against her brand of magic. Sure there were plenty of Psychomancers in the world, some who may even have a fighting chance, but Satori took comfort that she was the [i]strongest[/i]. But now that title was being challenged and she didn’t like it. Because if she wasn’t the strongest, then she wouldn’t be able to protect others when it mattered. 

Lucilia came and sat by Satori, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. [color=crimson]”There are many things we cannot do alone Satori. That’s why we have to work together. If you cannot recall what happened, then we’ll need to be prepared when this happens again. I know that this wouldn’t be the first time that memories have been mysteriously wiped from the college, and that time involved Mar as well. Do you remember when she was attacked by Xyden? I would have consulted the flora in the medical ward for answers, but they suspiciously knew nothing. Not even that Xyden attacked. There is no way that he could have wiped the memory of a plant, so I suspect that someone of a higher power was involved.”[/color]

Satori tighten her grip on her coffee. Unlike Lucilia who had some stock in the gods, Satori had very little. She didn’t like the idea that they would get involved in her life, or interfere in things that have very little to do with them. Divine intervention… Either it was something you grant to everyone equally, or none at all. Having the interest of the gods were no blessing regardless of what form it takes. [color=pink]”But how Lucilia? How do I oppose a god?”[/color]

Standing up, Lucilia got herself a new cup of coffee and turned towards the pink-haired teacher. [color=crimson]”That’s a fair question… But there is an answer. Nothing will be a secret for us. My advice is that you come with me tonight. It’s that time of the month again, and I think it’s time for Keri to see the ritual with her own eyes.”[/color]

[i][b][center]Tyrael Marcrosia[/center][/b][/i]

Tyrael walked out of Underhaven and grabbed a rolled smoke (Basically a cigar) from the Inferno. A tainted poison he’s started to pick up again since he was barred from teaching, even though it largely did nothing for him. It was just a bad habit among other bad habits that he’s already had, and mostly explained his smell as well as giving him something to chew on. Ripping the cap and lighting it up using the Inferno, Tyrael walked aimlessly through the lower levels of the college. He had very little to do; the bane of his existence. Sure, he [i]wants[/i] to figure out what happened to Mar and who’s responsible, but again what lead does he have? Satori’s amnesia? Mar’s scars? There wasn’t even a corpse to examine or a soul to bring back. Tyrael certainly knew a few demons who could make a dead man talk, but the attackers had the annoying tendency to not play by mortal rules.

For a short while Tyrael debated pestering the naga that were leaving. But that was petty and pointless… Not that he wasn’t going to be watching them go. No, he’s not going to make the mistake of ignoring them just because he doesn’t like them. This would be the second time that a naga had nearly brought death to Mar and by extension Lyn (Discounting the missions where such dangers were expected). Whether or not Lyamis and the Matriach had anything to do with it or not was beside the point. They were involved, whether they were coordinating the attacks or simply being manipulated. He would be keeping close tabs on them, as close as he would in the Inferno.

At some point Tyrael got lost. Though he’s been at the college for more than thirty or so years, he still occasionally found himself in a part of the college he hasn’t been yet or just lost track of where he was going. He had also smoked his rolled smoke down to a stub, so he flicked it against the wall and took out another one. [b]”Not like I had anywhere to be today anyways.”[/b]