Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190326031845

(Everyone) Marcus growls and reluctantly does as his father and vaults over the railing of the balcony. Herja however looks in horror as Pramool approaches, not in fear but disgust.

“By the goddess.... what an abomination.” She spreads her wings and takes to the sky, soaring to lead the armies out to field.

“Shall we?” Armata says to Jorge as he turns and leaves the balcony. He strides down through the Citadel followed by Isadore, Barnabus, Acheron and Alburn.