Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180918023544

Jorge soon feels a familiar cold hand grip the collar of his armor and tugs hard. “You don’t fight a creature like this! We need to leave, NOW!” Armata barks at Jorge. He leads the knight away from Pramool and to the portal the Barnabus conjured. Armata is last to go through.

With the team in full retreat Pramool roars in victory. Once again he is free to unleash his ilk upon all he sees. “Let flood, begin....” Pramool takes his giant hand in a horizontal way, and tear in space opens up like rift. Within seconds swarms of Lesser Vampires and Necrophage come flooding into the world. Pramool pumps his powerful wings and takes flight. He soars overhead several passes before landing on the pillar where the prison once stood.

The group come through the portal and are at the campsite, Marcus jumps up from his seat startled. “What happened out there? What was that surge of power and explosion?!”

“Pramool.” Armata answers coldly. “How is Tirush.” He switches his attention to Imperia.

“She’s in terrible shape, she needs to get to Dr.Ibrahim immediately.” Imperia sobs while petting Tirush’s head.

“Indeed. Barnabus, open a portal to the capital. We are returning home.” Armata turns to the Unseen.

“Of course, but what of Prad?” Barnabus asks.