Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180530002413

The sun quickly sets on the horizon, as the group heads to Inchesoare. Acheron watches with vigilance as they travel. If what Barnabus said is true, they will no doubt run into Lesser Vampire activity. As moon rises overhead, Armata hangs back from the group, a weariness setting in his step and mind. Almost as if being in his world of origin is taking a toll on him.

After hours of relentless travel Barnabus lands on the ground, afterwards signaling the rest of the party to do the same. As Acheron lands he looks to the old Vampire.

“Is there something wrong?” He asks flatly.

“No, it’s just time to rest for a moment. I’m sure the Knight’s arms are asleep from being held so long by Tirush. I’d also wager Alburn’s horse could use a drink of water. Anyone seen Armata? He seems to be a bit behind.” Barnabus looks in the direction they came, trying to see Armata.