Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180320011520

“Yes, I’ll bet you all are ready to begin your quest. Sense you will be hunting Barghest, I was hoping you would do me a favor, Lord De’Sange. I am in the middle of an important study, or experiment I should say. Bring me back a sample of Barghest’s blood, and a one from his assistant. The blood of a helldog should prove an interesting study.” Renwick gives Armata a tiny devious smile.

“Fine.” Armata answers flatly.

“Excellent! You will need these.” Renwick hands over a small pouch full of empty sample tubes. “Do you know where to begin your search?”

“Yes. Totemul Suferentei.” Armata responds again in a flat tone while tucking away the pouch beneath his cloak.

“Ah yes, the old prison fortress. Do be careful. It has sense fallen to the Lesser Vampires and now a nesting ground for them. There’s no telling how many are hiding there...”

“We will be fine. If that is all, we shall take our leave.” Armata turns away from Renwick and marches out of the laboratory. With his group in tow, they pass back through the halls of the citadel and back outside. There, standing stoically is Acheron, ready to begin the journey.

“Lord De’Sange. Before we begin this mission to save your coven members. I must know your party’s names. Each you can speak for yourselves. I also want to know what you all can do. What type of combat skill do you possess?” Though Acheron’s request sounds more like a demand, it is clear he is a talented fighter himself and seeks to know the group’s strengths.