Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181124060233

(Jester) “YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE!” Two guards storm the armory, their swords drawn and ready to cleave anything. Prad can see they are human and very devoted to their job of serving Armata. However, red streams pour out of every crack and crevasse in the room and take form between Prad and the guards. As the red formless entity takes shape, the guards back away in fear and bow respectively. As they now recognize their lord.

“WE APOLOGIZE MY LORD!” The soldiers shout in in fear.

“WE WERE PROTECTING YOUR WORK!” The other adds.

“Then I am disappointed at the lack of haste at which my decisions are being made known. PRAD, is granted majority access. These armories are his to browse till satisfaction. Now, LEAVE US!” Armata commands with utter assurance. The guards scatter quickly. Armata sighs long and rubs the temple area of his head.

“To govern, what an exhausting mess. Avoid it at all cost, Prad.” Armata looks upon the young man with an unimposing expression. “It drains away years.”