Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170626001712

Armata:"Watch how you speak to me..." He holds up his hand. "You are slave to my will right now, if I so choose. I've already answered these questions, and I'm not sure ho wmuch more specific I can be. Open war would be terrible for my covenant. Yes we have power, but you humans are numerous. The Order would splinter and surround us. This I can not have. I'm trying to make this covenant a legitimate part of the world. That is what stops me Praetor."

Armata:"Where you come in, is your aid in an inevitable battle that will decide the world's fate. Arden will succeed in his quest, I can feel it. He will resurrect the old ones or harness their power. In which case we will need ever capable warrior who can swing a sword... The old ones, Praetor, their power was so great that your goddess relied on the aid of two beings devoid of conscience and moral. Cerberus and Victivius. Only with their combined powers, were the old ones sealed away. Do understand now? If they are returned in any form, the world will need all of her warriors.