Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170627000150

Armata:"That will do, Praetor."

The carriage comes to a halt and guards surround it. Soldiers clad in black armor, wielding swords, pikes and much more. Praetor's experienced eyes can see the determination in their stances, each one obviously well trained. Armata strides out of the carriage as Imperia greets her master.

Imperai:"Welcome home my lord. I have several bits of news you may find..."

Imperia looks and gazes upon Praetor as he lumbers out of the carriage, his giant stature casting a massive shadow on the ground.

Imperia:"I uhhhh..."

Armata:"It is alright Imperia. Praetor is here under my will. He will be joining us till his wounds are healed and his strength returned. So please, treat him as you would me."

The Lord of the castle strolls off and Imperia follows, sneering with mistrust. Suddenly a tiny Dhampir appears before Praetor.

Layoka:"Greetings Lord Praetor, I will be your assistant for the time being."