Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161010234437

"I was going to take watch, don't sleep much around here." My duffle bag makes a loud thud as I toss it onto the floor of the cabin. Kneeling down I fiddle with a few buckles and straps of my bag, after several moments I roll it out to reveal a stockpile of potions, knives, vials and a handheld top break firearm that has two barrels set vertically. A rare weapon, but not unheard of. I then grab two small bottles from the pouches and toss one to both Ibrahim and Praetor.

"These are black blood potions, drink them when we get to the castle. They'll make your blood toxic to Vampires. If Armata decides to snack on you, he'll end up burning a hole in his neck, it won't affect you in the slightest, except leave a horrible after taste...."