Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181212084438

(Everyone) Armata watches Jorge worry himself over the future and can not help but give the smug smirk he is known for. “If you recall Jorge, all of you were brought up to speed on this matter.”

“Pramool’s influence so vast that the Mamono here were his descendants, when they were once vicious monsters. Pramool was originally part of the Abyss, now currently under Victivius’ control. In the void, before the gods wrote their decrees. Each monster race was being born of his flesh and sculpted in a twisted way only Pramool could imagine. Then he breed and multiplied these creatures without any control until he had armies more vast than hell itself. Each individual species was unique in design, but all shared Pramool’s lust and capacity for destruction.”

“Eventually when the void full to bursting, Pramool broke the ultimate rule of the gods and used his power to conjoin every world, realm and dimension for several hours. This conjunction created tears in space and his army was set loose. Each abomination he sired mindlessly ran through a tear and invaded a world. This was one of those unfortunate to be invaded by so many species, where as my world is specifically Vampires.”

“How, there is a light to all of this. Everything that is born must evolve. My world for instance. Those wretched Lesser Vampires are a plague. They kill as they please, they feed as they please. Until my race was born. We Higher Vampires knew that without humans we could not survive easily. So we struck a deal, become our vassals and we watch over you in return. Humans still given the freedom to govern themselves, but they would have a watchful eye over them. We demanded a few simple tributes of blood. And so on.”

“It was a natural evolution of the species and of the world’s condition. Your world is no different. Demon Lords of old were no doubt direct children of Pramool, and their influence kept this world in turmoil for many years. With so many beasts in this world tearing through homes and destroying families it is no question the Order would be formed to combat these creatures, and that men like the Mutt would be born to slay the monsters with ferocity they brought down on so many innocent.”

“But, things evolved. The new Demon Lord came to power, and rewrote everything you humans know about monsters and turned them Mamonos. I know that humanity does not forget or forgive easily. And after how many years you’re kind has suffered oppression from the monsters old, I doubt they will forgive anytime soon. But her emergence gave your kind a chance. It’s not a perfect world or system she has, but it too will evolve and humans Mamono can one day live amongst each other without distrust or predjudice.”

“Tirush lost her kind to humans who hunted her species. Cyndwella, the Mutt’s loving wife, lost original human life to Conrad Wolf, a radical member of the Order who burned her near to death with his holy sword. Then Cyndwella returned to our world a Wisp and haunted a swamp for many years. Until one day she found a lost boy crying in the swamp. She took the boy to a nearby town, unfortunately the Order was there. The priests imprisoned Cyndwella in a trapping spell and exercised her. Victivius resurrected Cyndwella and it was Marcus who had earned her love. Now Marcus is Married to her.”

“Everything changes Jorge, everything evolves, nothing bad lasts forever, just as nothing good lasts forever. Misery follows happiness, happiness follows misery. My point is Pramool will be defeated. It has been done before and it will be done so again.”

Armata lightens the subject by switching up the matter. “Honestly you should enjoy this little time you have and not worry so much about future until it becomes relevant. Let me worry about the little things, then when we get to the large things I’ll call for you.”

“So, I heard you were seen coming from Imperia’s room last night. What did you two talk about.... or is that none of my business?”