Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-26288702-20170124213043

(Yes Ibs, Hound is mad. I've been saying that for years. But Cyndwella and Hex should watch out, that conversation is going to make Marcus blush.)

An hour has passed and the soldiers lay dead. Their bodies are husk of their former selves. Armata sits there, wiping his face with a handkerchief. He scans the memories of each soldier he feed upon and looks for anything useful. His mind stops at the seen of grand proportions. Roughly 45,000 soldiers, dozens of catapults and the the three remaining siege titans from the battle of Nemuritor.

Armata:"That bastard is certainly ready for war..."