Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180504033829

Armata stands before the stairs leading up to the cathedral doors, looking up them to large dark cathedral doors. Finally taking a step forward he marches up the stairs. Placing his hand on the door, Armata hesitates for a moment. Voices chatter from inside, he can clearly here them from the echoing off the walls.

He pushes the doors open. There in the center of the stands Gethin, Corbin and Barghest. But there in the center of them lay Marcus, and two young looking Higher Vampires.

“Oh? Look sister. It’s the Anathema and his companions.” Says the first.

“I want them all brought to Inchesoare, and bleed dry into my tub! I’ll shall bath in their blood for hurting my doggy!” The other one stomps her feet like a spoiled child.

“Inchesoare?” Armata ignores everything else before him except this peculiar word. It rings a bell in his mind, awakening a story his father once told him of an ancient prison constructed eons ago.

“Sister, be calm retribution will come in due time. But first we must get your dog back home so that we can heal him. The longer he lays here the more damage done.” Says the first Vampire girl.