Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180622022147

Clouds of dust burst off the spire walls as the shift, while large chunks of debris and stone fall to the ground. The loud groans and creaks of the shifting prison are loud and resound throughout the mountains that surrounds it.

Armata watches on dumbfounded at the prison transforms. How was such a thing created so long ago? What was the purpose of this rearranging of the spire.

“Inchesoare moves.... The fools have begun the great mechanism that awaken Pramool.” Barnabus appears behind Armata.

“Can we stop it?” Armata does not look to Barnabus, he remains focused on Inchesoare.

“.... I do not know. However we must try something. We can not afford for Pramool to get free, he wrath will destroy everything.” Barnabus says flatly. Armata heard Tirush’s mighty roar and takes it as a signal to move. He bursts into a ball of fire that leaves a trail of red and black smoke, then hurtles toward Inchesoare. Barnabus watches the Anathema sail toward the Prison. Soon Acheron flies over Barnabus’ head, following Armata into battle.

Barnabus sighs in anticipation for the trails ahead of the group, then presses forward.