Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190212034445

(Everyone) Guards and all manner of Castle staff rush frantically tend to those affected by Pramool’s emergence. At the same time the fabled Nightwatch form a circle around Pramool with their swords drawn. They do not move or advance upon the ancient entity, watching him closely for any further aggression, ready to fight if necessary.

Armata and group exit the castle and continue on until they reach the courtyard. Pramool looks upon the group with an unfazed expression.

“Evening, gentlemen. I am certain you do not mind my sudden appearance to your sphere. I desired to return these.” Pramool grips the hilt of both greatswords and plants both blades in to ground.

“How very caring of you, Lord Pramool.” Armata starts. “Though I must say, you’ve begun this interaction poorly. Killing my subjects, burning my courtyard.”

“Oh, these vermin? I’m sure you have replacements. Just like your entourage there.” Pramool looks to Marcus, Jorge and Prad. “That one in particular appears most expendable.” He points to Prad.

“He’s willing to fight ya, so he ain’t that expendable.” Marcus folds his arms.