Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161027032551

Claps can be heard resonating over the dark cathedral.

Armata:"Well done tin man, you slaughtered your own comrads like sheep. Even if a choice was given, you revile in their demise with much vigor..." The Vampire sits in a peu in the back of the room, a smug smile on his face.