Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190312141510

The Warden stood tall behind Armata both hands firmly grasping the rim of the shield that stood before him. Despite his worn and damaged exterior he appeared regal and disciplined just as the many statues and paintings that filled this world's halls. Hut more importantly he stood ready. He remembered what happened the last time he came to this place and should they decide to enact their justice upon Armata and those that accompanied him... he would not fall easily.