Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190218222121

(Everyone) Armata sits in the teleportation room, taking a break from the flames of the heated forge, a intemperate Marcus pacing angrily back and forth.

“This is bullshit.” He barks.

“What other choices do we have, mutt?” Armata snaps back. Marcus turns and grips Armata by the collar, his irises glowing their signature blue.

“Call me mutt again, and I’ll disembowl you like a fish....”

“Do it, it wouldn’t be the first time you have. Now put me down.” Armata says in a flat, uncaring tone. As Marcus lowers Armata to ground level, he steps back, while Armata straightens his shirt. “We have to do this. Your father once fought Pramool, if anyone can help us in this endeavor it’s him. Have been able to manifest his soul?”

Marcus raises his hand, and a black flame is produced, radiating with a powerfully evil force. “Yeah, that’s all of him. The only benefit to this plan, is that I can finally get him out of my guts.”

“Come then, it’s time to meet Renwick.” Armata stabs his hand upon the obelisk and a portal appears. The swirling crimson rift engulfs Armata and Marcus, taking them to Tepes.