Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20181120060251

As Jorge entered the room he clutched this crushed helm ever tighter as the the thought of what was to come ran through his mind. Could he bear to move on, he thought. Could he abandon this armor, a mere concept from his past brought to life through unnatural means.

"Armata I-"

He caught himself not wanting to deny his host the generosity he extended to him. He swallowed his pride once more and followed Armata deeper into the hidden armory looking over the polished and ornate gear that filled the walls.

"All this is truly befitting of a grand emperor. Far beyond the hands of any king or lowly nobleman. To think that you held such a collection of art only a skilled artificer could create."