Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160903193648

The way is wide and the road long as Hound and Armata approach Conrad. The Legion of the Dead halt their march.

The air is silent as Conrad walks forward from the line.

Hound and Armata stop. Conrad does as well, halting some thirty yards away. Despite the distance, his voice is clear as it cuts through the burning air.

"It's strange how I always seem to find you not very far from your own demons, Hound. I'm beginning to believe that you are incapable of escaping them fully, no matter how hard you try.  Do you not recognize them?" He gestures behind himself. "They call out for your blood. They always have.  Victivius may have given me the power to bring them back, but only I can fulfil the promise I made to them so long ago."

He looks at Armata. "And has the 'Prince of the Night' fallen so far from grace that he has to resort to begging the friendship of mortals and lap dogs? My, how times have changed."