Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190203052801

(Everyone/transition) Time moved on, and the life of the castle died as all retreated to their rooms for sleep. Torches burn bright in empty halls, the ticking of clocks fill these empty spaces with static noise. Despite the absence of wind throughout these halls the curtains and draperies move as if blown on. Shadows seemed to move and the fires that burn in the hearths, torches and candles burn as if told to do so, never waning.

Guards walk their patrol routes outside. A member of the fabled Nightwatch, clad in a black armor, draped in a black silk and shrouded by a hood, squats upon a spire’s roof, overseeing the castle’s exterior. But watching above them all, was Armata. Ever awake, never asleep, he watches and monitors those that call this place home, even if it is only temporary. The castle an extension of himself, the shadows and the fires....

(Many hours pass)

The sun peaks into the windows of the castle as daily routines are underway by staff of the Covenant.