Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180524015126

Praetor runs his thumb over his helmet wiping away a patch of burnt coal like texture. It all seemed darker to him, the town his armor, it was all more solemn and dreary than what he was accustomed to. He noticed the patches where the lesser vampire blood had dried and baked into the iron plates. He needed water, he remembered that he needed to hydrate due to his injuries. He remembered something from his past, tubes feeding into him, blood, fluids... Something told him that he needed that but there would be nothing like this here. He would have to make do with water.

"I've heard this Paramool mentioned a few times before. Please, share with us your knowledge on this thing as we have shared of our home. Preferably we do this as we walk, perhaps we stop by a river to collect some water as well."