Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160824222412

There, in the ominous glow of tattered sky stands the Vampire Warlord at the top of a ridge, scanning the horizon for the Crucible. Alcamarie's words repeat in his mind as he pondered the situation. The lose of his powers is a great blow to his pride. He looks down at his hand and slowly clenches it tight.

Armata:[This is most distressing. My powers have faded too much, I can't even use pyromancy. My little introduction to the mortals was rather tiring to be honest. Such a disgrace, that Doctor knows what's happening, I'll bet he is responsible for all of this!]

Armata grits his teeth in anger, but he feels and hears a small heart beat that belongs to a small pair of foot steps behind him. He looks over his shoulder to see Deidre.