Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180604012758

(Bt) “Honor. Duty. Yes, you serve your whore proudly. Killing all she deems unfit or worthy. She’d have you slit my throat in an instant... If it would kill me. Will you repay the debt you owe me?”

Armata turns to Jorge. His aura flares like a great fire in a dark room.

“You preach such devotion to that botch, yet you ask nothing for yourself. You want Layoka! You want to mentor her, you want to protect her, you want to GUIDE HER DOWN THE LANE TO HER FUTURE HUSBAND! You want to set aside those pointless vows you made to that cunt you worship, and live happily. Layoka in your arms. Along with Nezon.”

Armata now gets dangerously close. His advance could even be seen as hostile, given it’s aggressive nature. Barnabus stops and watches.

“I promised to help you find her. And I will. But stop lying to me about your stupid whore that commands you. She would see you dead if it meant achieving her goals. Devote yourself to your daughters. Nezon needs you... And so does Layoka. You dumb bastard.” Armata sneers.