Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180331033102

“Then you will be pleased to know that I agree. My race puzzles me greatly. We posses such power beyond mortal comprehension, yet we make deals and treaties with them. Is it not nature’s will that the weak are fed upon by the strong?” This new Higher Vampire sets his glass down upon a small table, as he stands before Praetor.

“Such a shame. I admired you once, Lord De’Sange. You upset this damned status quo the council has created. This ridiculous treaty has gone so far, that we superior must learn the guttural tongue of the common folk.” The Lord of the fortress begins pacing back and forth.

“There was once a time that mortals were forced to learn our language, but the council felt that was ‘unfair’. We Vampires are equal to none. The cusp of our powers are limitless! And your kind...” The Higher Vampire points to Praetor directly. “Is but decaying flesh.”

“I will not divulge such sensitive information to a ravenous bitch. So, attack me. Scaled one...” The Higher Vampire outstretches his fingers, each cracking. His power swells, and sun is now lost to darkness. That is when Armata here’s it. A legion of Lesser Vampires, stirring in the catacombs of the fortress.