Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161103222927

As the group talks, a foul wisp of mist floats across the floor, it lingers unnaturally around our heros. In an instant the mist takes shape and Armata is the form it takes, standing behind Praetor. Ibrahim and Hound react as fast as they can, but the Vampire's speed is unequal. His fist engulfed in flame clubs Praetor on the side of his helm, sending him easily over the railing and into the abyss, but not alone. Praetor grabs hold of Armata as he is sent flying and pulls him into the bottomless cavern. As they fall Praetor defiantly fights back and grabs Armata's throat, savagely punching the Vampire repeatedly. Blood pours from Armata's face as Praetor unleashes his wrath. These 2 fall for minuets, until Armata smiles

Armata:"Farewell tin man, until you resurrect that is."

Armata poofs into mist and Praetor is left falling into nothing alone. He lands in a cascading river that carries even his hefty armor with ease. sharp corners and downward slops Praetor rides this violent river, passing thousands of lesser vampires in the catacombs bellows the castle. A ight at the end of this raging river is now in view, but Praetor knows there is no salvation in this wretched place. In mere moments, Praetor passes through the doorway of light and finds himself free falling 500 yards into the rocky waters of the sea outside Armata's castle. But such a warrior is not so easily defeated.

Meanwhile, this commotion has disturbed the lesser vampires and they angrily burst forth from the closed doors of the catacombs and flood the foundation room. Within in moments, Ibrahim is fully aware of why Hound asked about his time magic, as the lsser vampires swarm our 2 remaining heros in a mere instant.