Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180402225737

The new enemy Lord finds himself surrounded and cornered. With a grin and wave of his hand, swarms of mindless Lesser beasts storm the keep’s throne room. They burst out of every window and flock to every available entrance conceivable to the keep.

Armata shifts his gaze as the current hoard barrels up the stairwell. The Anathema sticks out his hand and charges a massive fire blast faced towards the spiraling corridor. As soon as the hoard is in sight, clawing it’s way toward Armata, he lets the blast loose. The entire one side of the spire erupts open. Brick, stone, mortar and remains, fly like leafs on a strong breeze.

What remains tumbles to the ground, while hoards of Lesser Vampires swarm into the spire, flooding Praetor, Tirush and Prad. The enemy Vampire Lord begins to hobble toward a window, seemingly prepping to take flight.