Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190220190847

(Everyone) The night drones on as the castle is dead. Where servants would be hard at work, or staying nobles enjoying a night of luxury, no one was to be found. The appearance of Pramool has sent a shock of reality over all who saw and sensed him. His emergence alone was responsible for a dozen dead and just as many injured. Now people have a small understanding of their lord’s sudden urgency to gather resources.

Hours pass and the roaring fires in the castle hearths die off from neglect, nothing more than simmering embers, as Marcus and Armata emerge from the portal.

“Well that guy was a freak.” Marcus scoffs as he exits the crimson vortex.

“His curiosity to study outweighs his manors.” Armata replies as he closes the portal.