Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-26288702-20170331011524

Armata sits silently in his throne as Imperia addresses matters of importance to him. He sips on a goblet of wine, rubbing his forehead in annoyance and frustration.

Imperia:"Along side the consistent raids on small villages, the group has been leaving effigies in well traveled locations to ward off any Mamono traffic. This is severely cutting our flow of resources."

Armata twirls his glass and growls to himself as Imperia spells out the news. She quiets down as she sees the aggressions in her master's face.

Armata:"So this 'group', have we pin pointed their location?"

Imperia:"Yes, my Lord."

Armata:"Then give me the position and I'll deal with it. These zealot cretins have disrupted the flow long enough. I will personally deliver their husks to their superiors and their heads to their loved ones."