Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181226195802

(Jester) “So my theory was true, your.... ‘friend’ is the source of your powers. Which means you are as helpless as a lamb.” Armata towers over Prad as a pillar of pure Vampire might, but his expression is not one of mischief or superiority.

“Let me begin Prad by saying you are in no danger. I have not called you here because you have offended me or I want to dominate your existence. No, I’ve called you here because I’ve just recently had a personal exchange with your friend and now I wish to speak to you in private.” Armata walks around the room pointing to runes freshly painted in blood.

“Blood magic, dear boy. And before you start, it’s my own blood. Through these runes I permeate my power into an area, this room is now completely cut off from your friend. Well, at least for a short time. I have not mastered this trick yet, and your friend is very strong. It is only a matter of time before I can no longer hold this. So let us chat for a moment.” Armata returns to Prad and places his hand on the young man’s shoulder.

“Come. Sit down and let us chat for a bit.” Armata leads Prad to a luxurious chair that masterfully crafted. Craved lion heads in the arm rests and tailored velvet for the cushion. “What do you think of that seat?”