Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161207035459

"This...this is enough. I will not let this place become a smoldering ruin, a mass grave.  You call these men murderers, armata, but youve committed more murder than the Order could ever hope to achieve.  How many?  Hundreds?  Thousands?  How much blood did it take to fill that Titan?  And how long did it last?  Fifteen minutes?  Was it worth it?  Did you really think it would work?"

I gesture behind me, to the valley. "And how long do you think it would've been before Deidre found out, Armata? She's not stupid.  You think you played her for a fool, but all you did was hide everything from her.  You, the mighty Vampire Warlord, danced in tiny circles around one girl.  You molded your entire life to accommodate her.  Yes, that's right.  I saw everything the moment the Void magic touched your soul.  I looked into your memories.  And do you know what?"

I step forward. "I've also seen the lives of those whom you've slain. How many Deidres did you kill without a thought?  How many father, how many daughters, how many families?  Do you even know?  You should.  You should because their memories now linger on the edge of the Memento Mori, and they shriek for vengeance.  The only thing not letting them have it is me.  Do you know why?"

I point to the ground. "Because it has to stop. It will stop. Whether someone stops you today, or tomorrow, it will happen.  And there is a girl, a young half dwarf, confused and heartbroken, that wishes you had stopped with her.  She didn't know who you really were, but because you chose this, and not her, you will never know the difference, and neither will she."

I hold my arms out to my side. "And now your legacy is destroyed, and the one chance you had at happiness along with it. And if you were a fraction of the man you pretended to be around her, you would understand that this is over.  Deidre couldn't save you, Armata, but she could've taught you how to save yourself."