Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180612145224

Tirush shakes Barnabus' hand free from her shoulder with a snarl, her head whipping around to him. "You had your chance to end him, but you instead gave him to OUR world! YOU were the ones who could have spared all the misery he has brought!  But it does not matter now, no..."

She turns bodily towards Armata, her eyes sharp with contempt. "He is a weak, groundling worm whose beloved was so shamed to know him that she ended herself! He hides behind insults, he has words, and words, and words, but nothing!  He has his little slaves to do his bidding, while he sits and thinks upon himself as a great lord.  But he does not know what greatness is..."

She takes a step towards Armata, her voice dropping, her fangs bared. "Know you this, then, pale flesh. Were it I and not my husband who came to stop you, you would be dead, and your great dwelling of stones smashed to the ground, and your armies made ash.  You cannot feast upon me.  The blood of the sun is in my veins, my heart beats with the bones of the earth.  It is the old blood, the song of the Great Flame, and would cause you a wretched death if you took it!"