Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170628030831

Armata and Imperia make there way to the throne room meanwhile.

Imperia:"My lord, are you unfamiliar with that man?"

Armata:"That was Praetor, ex-order champion."

Imperia:"Then you should know the kind of atrocities he's committed and the potential danger his presence here is causing! He has taken so many lives-"

The Vampire lord raises his hand and Imperia becomes quite. He looks over his shoulder at her, his eyes alone tell Imperia that she has hit a nerve.

Armata:"And I have taken infinitely more. Praetor is lost, Imperia. Although his pride may not admit it, he needs help."

Imperia:"So why does he not seek aid from his friends?"

Armata:"I considered that myself. If he felt he could rely on the mutt or the doctor, I wouldn't have found him shuffling around the woods. He and I have a bit in common Imperia, we've both lost something we can't get back and we've lost faith in what we are. Call it, a sudden touch of sympathy. I will see him restored to full health and enlist him for my campaign against Arden when the time is right. Then he is free to leave. Fair enough?"

Imperia:"Fair enough... OH YES! News. Some interesting news at that. We've received a letter for Adeliade from Whitemarch, she wishes to speak with on a few things.

Armata:"I've heard of her. Very business like woman for a Lilim. Anything else?"

Imperia:"An invitation to a wedding!"

Armata:"...What?"

Imperia:"An invitation to a wedding for The Lord Of Snakes!"

Armata:"Discard it."

Imperia:"My lord, things have been expanding rapidly in your absence. The covenant has talked with many nations, kingdoms and factions of late. Attending this wedding would be beneficial to the Covenant. It would be a good show to Lord Snake and bring about good relations."

Amrata:"...Fine."