Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160824145147

Melandil watches him walk off. "Doubling the guards would be a good idea.  But, if he is willing to help us, it would be unwise to refuse, at least for now.  Even as he is, he's stronger than we are.  We must be cautious."

Ibrahim walk up. "Nobody thought it was a good idea, Praetor.  He simply appeared.  We'll have to deal with him as we can."

Illyagrine looks shocked, and embraces him. "Ibrahim, you need to come with me.  I...need to tell you something."

"I know, mother.  Just...take me to her." The two of them leave, with Lucida in tow.

Melandil turns back to Praetor. "Did I hear you say you knew something of the shoggoths?  What is it you know?"

Armata walks into the woods, away from the others. He can sense the darkness closing in, but it seems...odd, somehow. Familiar, but wrong. Out of place. Even now, he can feel Alcamarie's presence lingering...