Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180925182440

"Prepare a cart! A carriage anything that can take us to Whitemarch as fast as possible!" Jorge barked at the surrounding staff as he forced his way through the surrounding nobles and attendants. "Someone warn the medical staff as well! I want Layoka and Imperia evaluated now! And you guard! Rally our elite forces and have them ready to detain or destroy anything that attempts to enter through that portal behind us!"

Jorge turns to Armata as if to confirm his orders and witnessed his despair, the terrible state that he was in. Armata had lost everything and was now faced with an unstoppable force. He had nothing to ground him. Nothing to keep him from being blown over. He did not have the resolve to be that immovable object the mountain of resolve that would weather the storm.

"And would someone bring them something for their nerves!"