Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180618213031

“If I may, Lady Tirush. There is a lake, up on that mountain there.” Barnabus points to a peak to north. A minuscule distance for Tirush to travel given her gift of flight. “The sun beats on that mountain daily, it’s heat melts the snow on the highest point. The resulting water trickles down and pools in small low point. At this early hour the water will be frozen, but I’m certain you are strong enough to break the ice. The water gathered there will be far more refreshing, and devoid of animal contamination’s.”

“While Tirush collects water we should move. Now that we are rested we should march on Inchesoare immediately.” Armata adds.

(Inside Inchesoare)

A meeting is under way in a great hall that is decorated in death. A lone table sits in the center of a obsidian stone room, dead men and women sway gently, hung from the ceiling. Some have been there so long their flesh is withered, only there skeletons remain. The Twins sit before their band of supporters, Barghest, Gethin and Corbin. Marcus stands beside the Vampiric girls.

“The time is upon us, to awaken Pramool. We have enough powerful blood to power the Nocturne Gears and raise the prison. The Anathema and his band will be here soon. It will be your tasks to provide the dog ample time to turn the gear. We must break them.” The more matured twin speaks. She then looks to Barghest.

“I want you to break the prisoner.” She says.

“The older blonde bitch?” He looks up with bored expression.

“No. The girl. Make Imperia watch. That way you hurt them both.” The Twin smiles.