Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190315222244

(Everyone) “Words of a man looking to justify his existence in the face of power.” Cerberus smirks at Aeron’s statement.

“Not bringing back anybody! Cerberus, a hellbeast, the direct offspring of Pramool himself! We, are not speaking of creating new life from old flesh, we are speaking of reforming obliterated flesh into life. Life that has passed it’s time. Life that has no reason to exist by the will of the gods. I did not resurrect a corpse, I gave life to a force of nature....” Renwick bows before Cerberus.

Cerberus himself stares at Aeron drawn by curiosity at what “Grimgarl” might be. The hellbeast however moves on, looking for a meal. He spots a group of higher ranked individuals indulging themselves on fine meat and blood. Cerberus stares intently at the sight and slowly strides forward. His eyes fixated on the sight.