Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160822005807

The mist then creeps away and heads up the hill to the left of everyone. All watch as mist begins to form, it's milky white color turning dark crimson as it turns into a small tornado. Wind picks up as the mist takes shape. a set glowing golden eyes are seen through the crimson shroud, gazing upon the battle hardened group.

Armata:"Who am I, you ask? I am The Crimson Puppeteer, The Count of Conquest, The Army Of Blood."

The mist then completes the transformation and before the group is The Vampire Warlord.

Armata:"I am Armata De'Sange!"

Clad in his long maroon coat that trails down to his feet, a elegant mustache goatee combo on his faces. Ashen hair, pale skin and dark leather pants and boats. He looks down upon the group, a sadist smile creeps across his face. Slowly he descends the hill toward the group.