Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180415182052

“An illusion!?” Alburn shouts.

Armata remains quiet, stoic. His yellow irises begin to glow in the blanket of fog and mist. They scan over everything throughly, searching for anymore decoys. His eyes grow wide as a much larger, more intimidating foe approaches the group. Soon the party hears the sound of heavy footfalls, accompanied by rattling, clanking armor.

Acheron, Alburn and Armata all stare in the direction of this advancing enemy. Acheron grabs the hilt of his sheathed sword, while Alburn points his rifle in the direction of this new threat. Armata remains still. His eyes narrow with prejudice and anger as their enemy wonders into view of all.

The knight clad in black.