Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-26288702-20160906043554

Moonlight shines through the stained glass window, casting a white glow on the ground. Armata sits at the foot of the bed, staring into space, lost in thought. The fire bowls have long burned out.

Armata:[Such intresting developments. A whole new cast of characters, all powerful in their own right.....] He looks over his shoulder at Deidre who is asleep, her bare body half covered by the silk sheets that cover the massive bed. [And now, a new puppet to use as I see fit. Taking over this world has become a bit more complicated. The Mut, Doctor, Tin Man, Cire, Yozama..... if I am to conquer this world, they must not be allowed to live. But their combined efforts would be must troublesome..... then their is no choice, I will have to use The River Of Styx....]