Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190630183826

The guards look at Jorge silent for moment. He could see it, Jorge could see the uncertainty in their eyes. With Armata gone the security and power the Covenant has in now thrown into question. Without the old lord, could they continue to command the respect they gained through Armata’s zero tolerance of laziness and ethics. Would the world still hesitate to turn against the Covenant, now that Armata’s power was gone.

They finally opened the door and there at the throne was Aleric adjusting his collar. No longer naked, Aleric was adorned in fine red leather tailcoat that hung past his knees, a big jagged collar at the top. His under shit was frilly at the wrists and collar, colored black. Rings covered his fingers and long cane with a red diamond at the end served as his prop.

“The chosen knight? Step forward, we have a discussion to discuss.”