Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-25808351-20181005225533

(Doc) “Thank you, Ferra. Oh yes I haven’t forgotten your name. Though I must say I’m pleased to see you found your voice. It is also pleasant discovery to see that you maybe made of iron, but your heart is made of gold.” Imperia begins removing her dirt and grime coated clothing.

“This use to be my favorite outfit.” She sighs. Ferra can see the unmentionable amount of dried blood between Imperia’s legs, and can assume the horrors the Vampire suffered through. Imperia gasped in shock as she eased herself into the water, her senses receiving their first hint of relief in weeks. Meanwhile Layoka stares up to Ferra in awe at the towering Golem.

“Wow, you’re just as big Mr.Jorge! I’ll bet you’re strong!” The tiny Dhampir.