[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230605/b188b8e9cb2b405065c58f91ded076a7.png[/img][hr][img]https://media.tenor.com/rLjTeD6cKhQAAAAC/dr-strange-doctor.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@PatientBean][@Blizz][@Kirah][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=FF0000][b]Limbo[/b][/color][/h3][/center][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] Limbo
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Intuition
[b][color=#a81a75]Spells:[/color][/b] N/A
[hr][hr][/center]	Runa felt steady, soft hands grip her own and help her up to her feet. The voice belonged to Madalyne, it seemed that whatever trance(s) she had fallen under had been dispelled. [color=#a81a75]"You did not hurt me, child,"[/color] Runa said, attempting to reassure her. [color=#a81a75]"I am not as frail as I look."[/color] Had she eyeballs left in her sockets, Runa would have winked for dramatic effect. They had not survived the wasteland of their world by being helpless. They had not slain a legion's worth of magicians by being weak. 

	It took power, skill, and patience to impose one's will on the universe - and even more to ensure that it stuck. 

	But even now in their old age, they were still surprised. There was a new voice near them, young yet cold, as if someone had made the approximation of a child but had forgotten to give it any heart or feeling. It was a voice they had spent decades hearing, if not longer. And while some things had faded with time, this memory did not. A small smile traced Runa's lips. Their name had already been revealed to those assembled, that danger had past. 

	Runa reached out a hand in the direction of the voice, beckoning for that person to take it. [color=#a81a75]"You know who I am, Thordattir,"[/color] Runa said. [color=#a81a75]"I am Baldur's child."[/color] 
		
	They turned their head, though, in the direction that Witchfire's voice - among others - had come from. [color=#a81a75]"Won't you guide a frail one? I traded my eyes long ago,"[/color] she then asked Klara. 

	Annika would successfully turn back to a human, although some avian features were retained - such as talons on her hands and feathers mixed in with her hair. 

	The Lady Witchfire had returned Carolina's smile, a sweet darkness in her expression - the very sort of almost dreamy horror that as a child had dominated the personality of October Crypt, Carolina's lost love. [color=fdc68a]"I knew you would find me,"[/color] Witchfire said. Her hands were folded together in front of her, as prim and proper as ever. 

	Her eyes then flickered over to Jack, a bit of annoyance briefly rippling the surface of her face. [color=fdc68a]"I believe you are acquainted with some of my family, yes,"[/color] she said. [color=fdc68a]"My father, perhaps. He was a renowned occultist in his day. But my mother was the real power behind the throne."[/color] 

	Witchfire then motioned for everyone to follow her, before sweeping back inside her castle. There was a grand hall, lined with suits of armors and debauched paintings, most of them depicting the corruption or the consumption of the innocent. Stone sconces provided the only source of light, bathing the marble flooring in an eerie yet warm glow. Heavy tapestries hung from the walls. To the right was a spiral staircase, to the left was a door that led down to the dungeon Madalyne and Ananym had been tortured in. 

	They went straight, as the doors opened up for Witchfire, revealing a grand throne room. It was dominated by a [url=https://fangirlish.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/07/wwdits-wraith-1024x576.png]stone throne[/url], with clawed feet and strange archaic symbols. About ten feet in front of the throne was an elegant table, black wood with a grim red table cloth. It was set for tea, although instead of pastries and fruits, there were body parts and knives. The tea glowed a mysterious shade of green, bubbling and almost sounding like it was alive, speaking tongues. The table had been set for nine. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Please, sit,"[/color] Witchfire said, before sitting on her throne. The purple demon, Sym, stood by her side, holding a platter of an assortment of items from the main table. 

	Once everyone was seated, the Lady Witchfire continued. [color=fdc68a]"While I am overjoyed to see you again, my love, I must ask - what brings you all to my realm?"[/color]