Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161115035918

The fires burn dim, a physical display of the Vampires mood. In his throne he sits, an iron goblet in his left hand. A well crafted cup with red gems placed in the front, back and sides near the brim. He runs his thumb gently across the surface of the cup, his claw digging into the iron, leaving faint scratches. His eyes are down cast, staring at his reflection in the red contents of the cup. He thinks to himself, about his life and everything that has lead up to this moment, but his thoughts keep wandering to Deidre, the desire to be with her growing even more within him.

The door booms from the strike of the titan and Armata is ripped from his thoughts. His eyes slowly lock onto the door as the titan slams it again. Dust is kicked up as the massive doors bend inward, the lock under enormous strain. He sips from the goblet and the doors fly open. Armata watches as the foolish soldiers enter. Conrad follows in with God sword in hand and stops in the center of the room, his soldiers around him.

Wulf:"My army is combing every inch of this wretched place, theres nowhere left for you to run vampiric scum!"

Armata:"Indeed Wulf, such a pity, for you. Now that I am against the wall, I have no choice but to pay attention to you..."

Armata snaps his fingers and all the fire bowls are snuffed out. The clouds roll over the moon and the land goes almost pitch black. All is quiet in the throne room, the soldiers ready themselves and are on high alert.

Soldier 1:"I can't see a damn thing." (whispering)

Wulf:"Shut it."

Conrad holds up a luminescent crystal that projects a single beam of light and shines it at Armata's throne, the Vampire is gone. Wulf shines the light quickly in multiple directions, searching for Armata. Wulf's men stay close so they can be within the small shred of light they have. Armata's cloak wraps around a soldiers head and pulls him up to the ceiling where there is no light. The cloak muffles his scream, but it's still enough for his comrades to hear. They spin around and watch as the friend's head alone hits the floor. His eyes wide open with his last expression still on his face. Armata follows by taking 2 more in a similar fashion. Wulf listens as each captured troop is snuffed out. Conrad shines his light back and forth looking for his enemy. One by one his men ghosted.

Armata:"I assume this lack of light is rather inconvenient for you, mortal. Let me remedy this."

The fire bowls light and once again Wulf can see, but the first image that greets him is his soldiers, impaled on the pikes of the suits of giant armor that line the red carpet in the center of the room.