Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170531015842

Armata:"I wont lie to you Praetor, I have no intention or desire to become friends. I'm giving you this offer out of sympathy."

The wind blows through the trees and past Armata, his cloak fluttering as the leafs float past him.

Armata:"Having an existential crisis has a way of changing one's views of suffering and mercy. To death is preferable to a lack of faith in self worth. Just like you I doubted my purpose after my lose of Deidre, but things are changing. There is however something I must warn you of. Ancient powers are stirring, beings that transcend mortal comprehension are being awakened. The world will need all the of it's warriors strong when they arise."

The Vampire looks at Praetor's extended hand but he doesn't reach out to shake it. Instead he turns away and begins walking in the opposite direction.

Armata:"This way... I have transportation waiting."