Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180427023213

While Armata’s eyes track the Ravens to the cathedral, his mind analysis the reasons for Marcus’ turn. What could possibly persuade Marcus to join with Barghest? The question eats at Armata’s core, but now is not the time to figure it out.

Praetor lay against a tree with Prad tending to him. Acheron and Alburn move to Armata’s side, looking off toward the cathedral.

(Inside The Cathedral)

The Ravens swarm into a large vacant, old, cathedral hall. Destruction is prevalent all around as pews are crushed, windows smashed out, walls bare large cracks and indentations of battle. The Ravens create another vortex in the center of the room, both Barghest and Marcus materialize. Barghest over top of Marcus, frantically trying to keep Marcus conscious.

“Damn it! Stay awake. Our plan is ruined without you....” Barghest looks over his nephew, Marcus still spitting up black filth.

{Oh dear... What happened to our doggy?} A voice echoes in his mind.

“Armata and his... people. They did this to him.”

{Such a shame. We had so much more fun planned for him. Alas we have what we needed here. Return to us, with our cute puppy intact. We, will do the rest.}