Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 10:15 AM
@jdh97@BlueSky44@Nallore: Puck rejoined them in the throne room, a definite skip in his step. Almost all of the Wendron Witches knew him - he was Jadis' brother, after all. He hadn't been raised to be a warlock, yet he still made an effort to pay regular visits to his sister on the major holidays. Their mother had been a proud Wendron Witch, after all. He was raised in the culture, yet decided to strike out on his own, rising through the ranks of the Young Army until he was the highest ranking officer - the Field-Marshal.
Luna and the delegation from the Eastern SnowPlains would stumble upon the Witch Coven in full, arriving in the Throne Room just a few minutes after Puck had. Yet if Snaera's behavior had been cold before, she looked positively livid when she saw Valda. She drew a revolver from underneath the folds of her dress and aimed it at the Queen-to-be. "Princess Valda Kaur Kaimana Sarai, as an acting representative of the Eastern SnowPlains, I accuse you of the murder of Emperor Boreas," Snaera said, cocking the revolver. "How do you plead?"
@LadyRunic: Rhys isn't having much luck spell wise. His
Expel fails to produce any results, with there being no corresponding change in Tom's behavior. The reverse
Transfix similarly gave no results. However, two of his spells do have interesting outcomes. Now,
Awake is a spell used on jinn - and Rhys performed the reverse of it admirably. Yet with no jinn around, an interesting unintended consequence happened. All of Rhys' clothing suddenly turned a lovely shade of fuchsia! There were a few squeaks coming from the message rats in the area, all who clearly found it very amusing. His attempt at undoing all spells on Tom actually caused Rhys to get a splitting headache, yet it faded as quickly as it came.
And there seemed to be little to no change in Tom. The boy didn't protest, however, when Rhys picked him up and carried him out. He just kept muttering nonsense under his breath to himself.
@KazAlkemi: As Cuyler continues to glance at Wizard Tower, he'll notice no visible change. The tower remains in lockdown. There are a few rumors circulating, with one individual claiming that it's the ghost of DomDaniel, one of the Castle's worst ever foes, come back to punish the current ExtraOrdinary Wizard for keeping the
Darke out of the Castle. Another theory is that the Wendron Witches had begun their assault on the Castle's way of life and the wizards were preparing for war.
"None of these theories even come close," a ghost said,
Appearing to Cuyler. It was a young yet ancient looking man, wearing the black robes of an Alchemist.
Arya Rincewind
Location: Outside Wizard Tower
The Grula Grula hesitated, before giving a sweeping bow to Rowland and tipping an imagined hat. "I am so honored, Your Magykalness," the Grula Grula said before standing to full height. Rowland smiled kindly at the creature, relieved to see that it had worked. However, he could no fault Atkin's methods in the slightest. He extended a hand to Atkin after he introduced himself. "Please, call me Blaise," he said kindly.
"Atkin, please grab a SafeCharm from the Pyramid Library when we are there next," Arya said, frowning a bit. The message rat hadn't been quiet and she disliked the fact that someone was sending messages such as those to her apprentice. She hadn't received terrible things like that in her time - well, there had been a few but it wasn't common. She then pursed her lips, mulling over how to answer Atkin's next question.
"The Queste is a rite of passage for ExtraOrdinary Apprentices," Arya began to explain.
"We draw a stone from the Questing Pot and should this stone be marked with a Q, you must embark on the Queste. I can think of only two apprentices who survived the journey. Yet I did not tell you this when I offered you the chance to become my apprentice as all the marked stones had been drawn centuries ago." Yule's blood went cold. "How did someone reinstate the
Queste? There are no more marked stones..." he pointed out, yet he knew that Arya would have an answer for him. This wasn't something to make light of by any means.
Arya thought about it for a moment.
"I have a theory," she mused, before reciting the password to the tower and motioning for the others to follow her inside.
Nera Hawthorn
Location: Port Witch Coven House
While Nera could understand the temptation to bring in a large number, it seemed too risky - especially for a plan being formed less than two hours in advance. The other members of the Coven were not nearly as crafty and sly as this silver trio. Not all of them were the proper age as well. There were some younger members of the Coven that would likely tip their hand while even trying their best. Besides, they knew where the princesses would be - in front of everyone. The dignitaries would be placed towards the front in positions of honor. She didn't see a need to scout.
However, she could agree with the need for appropriate dress. Wearing a witch's cloak would not help them to blend in as common citizens of the Castle. She smirked slyly as Malekith asked her for suggestions on ways to leave the Castle undetected.
"There's an old smuggling tunnel that lets out in Alchemie Way," Nera suggested. She couldn't help but grin.
"It's called the Smuggler's Bolt - and it connects here, to the Port. It's ideal. Very few know about it as well."
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Crypt - The Palace
Asha's eyes seemed to be dancing with
Magyk as she turned towards her brother, Emperor Taj. "It is as we suspected - Тиме Стоне," Asha said. Her purple gem seemed to be glowing intensely, the light only becoming stronger the longer they were in the presence of Queen Meliscente's corpse. Emperor Taj bowed his head with a sigh, before he turned to Myrus. "I am sorry to have to tell you this, Prince Myrus, but your mother's death is as I feared it to be."
Myrus' eyes were red and a little bit swollen. He had been crying softly as Asha and Taj inspected the tomb. He awkwardly wiped them dry on his sleeve, before looking at Emperor Taj with anticipation. He hated thinking about his mother's death, as it always raised more questions than it answered. Emperor Taj reached out and squeezed the boy's shoulder, before his eyes glanced over towards Lyra.
"Was my mother murdered?" Myrus asked, breaking the silence.
"There is much that you do not understand, Prince Myrus," Asha said, her voice soothing yet strong. "What do you know of the бесконачни каменци?"
