Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-26288702-20170411013317

Armata:"So be it, Astrid. You could have had everything, if only you would look to me as your father... I'm sorry Deidre, you must be angered by my foolishness, and weeping for your daughter. I will cherish your memory as only a true Vampire can..."

He rises from his throne and leaves the great hall in search of Imperia. After finding his second in command, Armata thoroughly explains to her that he has decided to enter deep slumber and wishes to left alone until a day should come that his powers be needed. Despite much protest from Imperia, her Lord's decision is absolute. With much reluctance she turns away from Armata and leaves him.

The large stone doors of a dark cold room groan as they are pushed open by an invisible hand. Armata walks into the room and the giant doors slam behind him, a large gothic room of stone sculptures representing beast of old. There in the center of the room is his coffin, a large stone box with a heavy slab sitting on top of it, slightly ajar. Candle flames dance as their master slowly approaches his home away from home. He runs his fingers across the large stone slab, and etches four scratch marks into it. Finally, he climbs into the coffin and slowly of it's own will, it slides across the opening of the coffin and falls into place with a thunderous boom.

In the darkness Armata thinks of single moment in his life before closing his eyes, the night Astrid was conceived and the warmth he felt from Deidre. In that instant he enters a Vampiric Lord's slumber and fades into his dreams, until the day the Covenant call upon him.