Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161022014521

(Meanwhile, inside Castle Nemuritor)

Barghest:"My lord, Hound and his companions have reached the castle's entrance!"

Deidre:"Right, shall I give the order my lord?"

Armata:"Of course they made it. I'd be disappointed if a few undead stopped them." Armata rises from his throne. "Deidre, give our guest a warm reception and don't be stingy either. We must show them how excited we are to have them."

Armata smiles, he snaps his fingers and the fire bowls that line the entrance stairs light and burn violently. The massive doors open to our heros. As Deidre takes her leave, Armata grabs her arm and pull her into an embrace.

Armata:"You be careful my dearest.... the mut is not to be underestimated."

Deidre:"Aye, I'll be back my lord. Just after I fuck that bastard in the arse."

Deidre storms off with Barghest following behind her. She dawns her helmet and grabs her two battle axes from a soldier who has been patiently holding onto them. As she exits the throne room, Armata loses his smile and an expression of concern grows on his face. But he regains his regular demeanor and returns to his throne.