Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180318163937

The council listens respectfully to Tirush as she sets the standard of her presence in this world. They remain silent once she has finished. All three then turn their gaze to Armata.

“We would prefer that don’t lay waste to our lands.” Radomir speaks. “However, your task is noble. Armata. Does Tirush and Praetor speak the truth? Have you actually returned to us in search of someone.”

“Yes. Two members of my coven have been taken, and brought to this world. Imperia, my head advisor. And a small Dhampir child named Layoka. Both were taken by the helldog known as-“

“Barghest?” Lord Drakkon interrupts.

“Y-yes. May I ask how you know this?” Armata step’s forward.

“Barghest has been running a muck as of late. Our hunters have had numerous encounters with the ancient beast, and he has killed more than enough humans to receive the death penalty 50X over. Along with his mischief is an army of lesser Vampires. We’re not sure how he has gained control over them, but his every act is one of war. We have lost a great deal of lands, subjects and lords to him. Frankly, we’ve grown tired of this game he is playing.” Radomir explains.

“If this is true, why hasn’t this council taken action against him!?” Armata nows bares his teeth. Feeling that the council’s inactivity has lead to Imperia’s capture.

“We have. We fight him constantly. Though every action we takes into a full scale battle. In order to face him we need to send an army and experienced hunters as well. It doesn’t help that Barghest is accompanied by another beast encased in black armor. That creature has an even greater body count than Barghest. Those hunters that survive an encounter with it, claim it feels no pain, that it has zero remorse. It never speaks, only roars and growls. It never tires. But above all, they say it is completely without fear.”

“Every time we strike against Barghest, we lose more than we can afford. But now that you’re here...” Radomir scratches his chin quizzically.

“Perhaps we can call upon the Anathema and his band, to aid us in this endeavor?” Vienna looks over the party for their answers.