Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190326042418

(Everyone) Pramool stops far from the city, his monstrous form now in full view of every pair of eyes. Marcus and Cerberus head out to the field together and walk ahead of the now formed defensive wall of soldiers guarding the gatehouse. Pramool’s eyes lock on his son and grandson, all watch as Pramool transforms back to his normal form and teleports to them. The three meet in the field and stare eachother down.

“So, my kin is united against me once more. Greetings Cerberus.” Pramool starts.

“How you been old man? You like those accommodations me and my brothers made for you?” Cerberus folds his arms.

“A bit cramped.” Pramool looks to Marcus. “And you? Are you sure you want to stand with them? You should consider the odds, and join me.”

“How the hell would I do that and be able to look my wives in the eyes when I get home?” Marcus barks.

“It’s the only way you’ll see them again....” Pramool responded.

Back in the city, Armata and the group continue to the field.

“We sure we wanna get in the middle of that?” Alburn says nervously.

“This matter concerns all of us, Alburn.” Barnabus retorted.