Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-26288702-20171026190840

(S9/everyone else) A stream of red mist slithers through the crowd and pools into a single mass that churns with life. The red vapor then congeals and takes form, resulting with Armata. Those close to him stagger backwards in fear and unease, while veterans like Tirush, Hound and Praetor stand unfazed.

"I do believe it is called a 'circle beard', though personally I prefer Lord De'Sange..." His eyes scan the room and it's inhabitants, sizing up the meat in the room beyond his worthy opponents. "Pitiful turn out. So few here worthy of my time..."