Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113

Three hours have passed sense Armata called upon Jorge and Prad, briefing them on the situation at hand. It was high noon, and Marcus would be arriving shortly, most likely agitated to be pulled away from his wives after being reunited with them after being gone for a month. Armata now sits in his throne room, swirling a goblet of crimson liquid as he awaits the arrival of Marcus.

A rift opens within the main hall of the castle, two of Marcus’ wives walk through the violent swirling portal, swiftly followed by their husband. Samia, a voluptuous and regal Pharaoh dressed in clothing of Zahmerian styling, while adorned in gold jewelry reminiscent to her desert region heritage.

Then there was Cyndwella, a Wisp who’s high profile appearance is matched only by mischievous and unfiltered nature. She is dressed head to toe in gothic apparel and draws attention with deadly look of her cage that levitates around her waste. A violet flame dances just above the jagged tiara that sits upon her head.

Marcus steps out of the potal, his eyes narrow and his body language frustrated. Eight of the Nightwatch step out after him, their weapons drawn as they escort him and his wives to the throne room. 