Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180406032044

Outside, Armata closes his eyes and grits his teeth. His head sways in different directions as his breathing becomes deeper and more rapid. His trance lasts for several minutes, until his open. Armata straightens out his under coat, and tucks his hair back so it’s out of his eyes.

“I take it you were viewing his memories?” Acheron speaks first.

“Judging from the carnage we found up there, I’ll be his memories are disgusting.” Alburn spits again at the ground.

“Not all of them... This, cathedral he mentioned. Does indeed exist. He met with Barghest there. Unfortunately the memories I saw after that were in fact, distasteful.” Armata turns to face Acheron and Alburn.

“I learned that this one’s name was Nergal. No other aliases were shown to me. He apparently descends from an illustrious line quite far from here. However his enjoyment of other’s suffering earned him the title of Anathema. Thus his family disowned him and seized his rights to his family’s wealth.”

“Yeah? Screw him. He’s going to discount humans like, I ain’t going to shed a tear for him.” Alburn scoffs, showing his lack of sympathy.