Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180315205945

“No, do not break them. If this makes the council more comfortable speaking to me, so be it...” Armata doesn’t look back at his group. Instead he remains still, standing in the center of the room, his eyes locked on to the three thrones that sit above all others. Until a voice causes him to turn.

“Those restraints will indeed make the council more comfortable. There are no better set of cuffs then those... Well, at least not by your understanding of what they are.” From the shadows strides a mischievous looking Vampire.

“Renwick?” Armata says with a smile.

“Welcome home, Lord De’Sange.” Renwick bows politely. He looks up at the group and raises his eye brows, more out of surprise than superiority. “Oh, my apologies. My joy over Lord De’Sange’s return has made me forget my curtsy. I am Renwick Demidius, overseer of all research and development in both the alchemical and arcane.” Once more Renwick bows to the group.

“To answer your astute questions, the cuffs are of my design. They are a magnificent blend of delvanite, meteorite and silvur. Their combination, with a bit of magic, create a set of binds that nullify a Vampire’s powers. Rendering even the most dangerous of our species, incapable of escape. But I can brag of my accomplishments later. I must know your names, especially yours.” He looks to Tirush a curious eye.

Renwick zips around Tirush like a vanishing shadow, examining her every aspect more out of scientific need than perverted intention. His eyes scan her every scale, zipping from one position to another.

“Fascinating. Magnificent. Such physique.” Renwick continues as he spreads one of Triush’s wings. Before the Wyvern can react, Renwick’s position has once again shifted in the blink of an eye. Just then Tirush feels her tail lift up. As she looks over her shoulder, she sees Renwick crouched lifting up her tail.

“Marvelous physique.” Renwick says while staring up Tirush’s tail at her rump.