Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180526204543

“A very charred one at that.” Armata comments off hand.

Barnabus and Acheron trail far ahead of the group, Alburn riding hard to keep up. Armata, however, he continues to walk. Instead of bursting to smoke and leading the pack, he remains behind and slow. A thought slowly gnawing at the back of his mind to the front. What was about to happen? An Anathema would awaken Pramool? Is Armata fated to do this? Does it tie into why HE prophesied to destroy the world of Tepes?

So questions rattling in his brain. But his mind turns toward Deidre and Astrid, and the life he only the life he recently realized that he wanted. A life far from political agendas and hatred.

“If only I had forgotten myself... Perhaps you’d be with me now, and Astrid would not be the daughter of The Void King.”

Armata mumbles to himself.