Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190627005237

(Everyone) “Come on then, Prad. Let us go find a spot in the wing. I’ll see to you myself.” Roda helps Prad to his feet and walks him out of the room. Alongside Prad the few survivors of Tepes are all escorted to the infirmary. Men, women, children. Some Vampire, some human. All lost family, friends and homes. Covered in dust, dirt and blood, these unfortunate souls have earned a quiet place to rest.

Aleric watches the people escorted away, but he wasn’t smiling as they left the room. He seemed lost in his thoughts, until he was plucked from them by Imperia.

“And who exactly is this naked deviant who dares to sit upon Lord Armata’s throne? Where is our Lord?!” Imperia is forceful and short tempered at the site of a nude man siting upon the throne with seemingly no gravity of who it belongs to.

“My name is Aleric, Lady Imperia.” The new one bows politely before noticing he was in-fact still naked. “Oh dare, excuse me for a moment.” Aleric stands up for just a moment and red mist runs off him like vapor and covers his neather region.

“You know who I am?” She responds.

“Indeed I do, I know a lot about you ma’dam. Via Armata.” Aleric smirks as he wears his mist coverings proudly.

“Where is Lord Armata?” Imperia gestures with her hands, and armored guards ready their weapons.

“Sense there is no delicate way to divulge the information, I will just state it. Your Lord Armata is dead....” The words echo throughout the room, all there fall silent expect for a few small whispers.

“How can you expect us to believe that?!” Imperia point an accusing finger.

“It is not fiction, child.” Isadore steps into the light along with Renwick.

“And you two are?”

“This is Renwick, scientist, engineer and the top mind of Tepes. I am Isadore De’Sange, Armata’s mother. He has fallen bravely in combat, sacrificing himself to oblivion to defeat Pramool, the father of monsters.”

Imperia is silent shaken to her core by this revelation. He master was gone, a being she thought could not be bested. She looks back at Isadore and knew it was true, she could see the resemblance.

“I am sorry Lady Imperia, I know you were fond of Armata. But he chose this for all of you, take your time with this. I will speak with you when you’re ready....”