Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190211230844

(Everyone) Marcus Downs the last of his drink and swivels his chair to face the windows. “Well this can’t be good.”

It is then that the clouds begin to swirl like a vortex, a orange and red ball of fire plummeting from the eye of the swirling clouds. Falling like a comet, the ball of fire slams into the courtyard of the castle, an explosion of fire and debris upon contact. At the epicenter of the crash site Pramool rises and scans the area. His eyes comb the surroundings and glance over those unfortunates caught in the explosion. The lucky ones were vaporized, the screams of the unlucky fill the air, along with the burning smell.

Upon Pramools back are the giant Greatswords Marcus uses, his signature blade and the jagged ebony blade he used while controlled by the Twins. Guards mobilize quickly and setup defensive lines all the way to the Castle’s main door.

“Fuck, grandpappy is here....” Marcus sneers. “Well, let’s go say hi fellas.” The Wardog places his cigar in his teeth and starts heading toward the main hall, Armata shows up along the way. The two old enemies walk side by side on their way to meet the All-Father of beasts.

“Leech.” Marcus starts.

“Mutt.” Armata replies.