Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180410014827

Exasperated from the conversation, Armata shakes his head and walks away from the group. Acheron shifts his gaze between the other group members before following Armata. Watching the Vampires stride off, Alburn slings his rifle over his shoulder and follows. The Hunter whistles for his horse and the steed comes running to it’s rider. He mounts up, and slides his rifle into a sleeve of the saddle.

Both Acheron and Armata burst into smoke and fly off into the sky, each leaving a trail in their respective color for the others to follow. Armata and Acheron heed the instructions Nergal gave them, and follow the road east until they reach a crossroads. From there they continue east. Before long the forest is in sight and both Vampires return to their normal forms to land.

Both Vampires look upon the forest with suspicion and caution. The trees are an ominous cluster of dark wood and twisted branches. The mist is so thick that no human eye can see very far. Yet Armata’s eyes can see far. He scans in between the trees looking for anything that might be waiting.

“This mist... Do you think it’s the Unseen’s power at work?” Acheron asks as he scans as throughly as Armata.

“Possible. After all this mist is not natural, I can feel a dark aura surrounding it.”