Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180331061943

Putting away his dagger Praetor draws his sword and runs the dark cluster across his sword engulfing it's length with flames. He readies himself for the assault from the vampire as the clatter of the lesser creatures ramblings reached his ears.

"Long have your kind been purged from my home. Normal men and women, no divine intervention, no magic... only man. Meer mortal men and women with the drive to live in a world where they weren't hunted by supposedly superior creatures. So surely I, a man with some magical ability could do the same as they."

With a flourish Praetor pointed his flaming sword to the nameless vampire lord as if challenging him and stood there statuesque awaiting his next move.

Though he spoke with a calm demeanor his mind was scattered with rage, rage at all the loss of life, of all the people this thing had killed. He would avenge them, they would all avenge the lives lost. He would ensure that this thing payed for it's crimes. He would make sure this thing died at the hands of a mere human.