Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181124060233

(Jester) “YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE!” Two guards storm the armory, their swords drawn and ready to cleave anything. Prad can see they are human and very devoted to their job of serving Armata. However, a red stream pours out of every crack and crevasse in the room and forms between Prad and the guards. As the red formless entity takes shape, the guards back away in fear and bow respectively.

“WE APOLOGIZE MY LORD!”

“WE WERE UN AWARE OF HIS PRIVY TO THE ARMORIES!” The soldiers shout in in fear.

“Then I am disappointed at the lack of haste in my decisions being made know. PRAD, is granted majority access. These armories are his to browse till satisfaction. Now, LEAVE US!” Armata commands with utter assurance. He sighs long and rubs the temple area of his head.

“To govern, what an exhausting mess. Avoid it at all coast, Prad.” Armata looks upon the young man with an unimposing expression. “It drains away years.”