Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190619230011

“What?” The new formed being looks around confused. “Is there something on my face?”

“No! I just smashed Pramool’s body and then appear!” Marcus barks.

“Ah, the anxiety explained. Very well, I understand your defensive demeanor. To explain....” The new one begins to walk around, naked still. “You see, Armata consumed Barnabus before fusing to Pramool’s being. After Pramool’s body was destroyed, the Vampire physiology from Armata absorbed the blood coating the battlefield, triggering the regeneration of form. Alongside this, Armata and Barnabus’ collective traits mixed with Pramool’s thus creating me.”

“Sooooo, what? You’re a mix between the three of them?” Marcus points his greatsword.

“For lack of a better explanation, yes. Them and anyone else’s blood absorbed off the field. Now I stand here before you.”

“So what happened to Armata, Pramool and Barnabus?” Cerberus steps in.

“Gone. Their consciousness has faded, I have only their collective knowledge and memories.” The new one throws up his hands in a shrug like way. “Not entirely sure what to call myself yet. Arnabus, Armool, Pramata? I’ll have to think about it.”