Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190315185744

(Everyone) Cerberus follows Armata into the citadel, all who cared to follow behind them. Those tagging along bare witness to all, even the Higher-Vampires bow in Cerberus’ presence, as their lost king had returned. Marcus especially watches on in relative surprise at the honor being given to his father, a being of utter ruthlessness.

“Follow, good Knight.” Renwick beckons as he goes to meet his creation. “Again the limitations are the soul. Without someone like Marcus or Cerberus, bringing someone back from the dead, in such a way in nearly impossible. You could consult a necromancer, but such practices are illegal in most civilized lands. This, is science. The true knowledge of immortals, Sir Praetor. Not some black sorcery conjured by Witches and Warlocks.”

“However, like all things, the probabilities vary. Time, percentages, success, all factors of the specimen in question. Could I recreate a non-human subject, I certainly could. After all, Cerberus is anything but human, same for his son. But their DNA was so stubborn yet open for adaptation. Other species could be easier or more difficult. I would need to run simulations, tests, trials. The ultimate task, is bringing me the soul of the fallen to fit the fresh canvas. If you know where to find the soul, convince either dog to carry said soul, I could theoretically recreate anyone!” Renwick is a figure of pure energy and excitement, his mind flooded with possibilities at his work. And the eagerness he has to expand upon it.