Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-26288702-20171013121118

(Ibs) A humbling wave washes over Imperia as Aurum speaks more of her fascination. She smiles and listens to ever word, looking for anything she can pin point as truth. As Aurum goes on, Imperia does pick up a couple things that are truth, yet exaggerated fiction.

"I see. Well then young lady you will be happy to know that while the story was fiction, mostly fiction, there is as my lord said some merit to it. For example, you speak of a group of secret heroes using the night to hunt injustice? The Covenant has such a group. While they have no official name, we have affectionally called them "Paznicul de noapte"... "The Night Watchmen" in English." Imperia looks over to Armata who waves for her to continue. She then leans in over the table close to Aurum, as if about to share a secret.

"They are special group of Vampires hand chosen by Armata himself. Each exemplars of our race. With my lord's teachings, they glide through the night and shadow like a Harpy on the air. This squad prowls the Covenant's territories and weed out anyone who seeks to harm others. Many times a village fell under bandit or out of control Order attack, and the Watchmen swooped in clad in black cloaks and armor. They fought off the attackers and saved many. You know little Heide, Marcus' daughter, she was a saved by the Watchmen."

Imperia leans back into her seat and turns the attention to Armata who just finishes his wine. "While my current residence doesn't have any rooms I have not been in, it is still a massive castle and you can easily get lost in it. My old castle..." Armata shoots Ibrahim a look. "Had thousands of rooms that had been free of my presence for hundreds of years. When I finally returned them, they were draped in spiderwebs and coated in dust. Despite my neglect of them, once in a while I would return to these rooms and find the candles inside still lit. As if some force I was not aware of was still maintaining the room. Other times I would stroll through my darkest hallways and hear strange noises that made even me cautious. All while the drapes of the giant stained glass windows flutter from the wind rushing through the halls."