Darkness Shrouds The Prince

Aeternum est Obscurum
Rain quickly struck the small town once dusk came, followed by violent thunderstorms and other such weathery problems. The three mages retreated to the exclusive resort on the outskirts of the town in the hopes of escaping the weather, not noticing the purplish tint to the clouds.

Kagurin stood in the town square, holding up his hand lightly as the storm he had transferred from another region (exactly where, he didn't know), hoping to distract the mages from his goal. Thankfully, this part had worked perfectly. "Time to get to work," Kagurin muttered, throwing his cloak off and allowing the rain to soak his hair into an uncanny impersonation of Nova's, before bombs appeared within a sphere in his hand. Sticking them into his pocket, he made his way to the courthouse.

Meanwhile, at the resort....