Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190313004512

(Everyone) The room is bustling with chatter, dozen of high ranking Vampires fill the room, each with their own escorts. Lord Drakkon raises his hands and room falls silent.

“I know that many of are questioning the decision to call in Armata De’Sange-“ He starts.

“Aye, he is anathema!” An older, plump looking Vampire male shouts in protest.

“He and his allies will help fight back Pramool’s forces.” Drakkon replies.

“The force’s they themselves awoken! I say they be tried like criminals!” One Vampire shouts from the back. The chatter picks up again as the room full of Vampires talk amongst themselves.

“Because of them my kingdom was destroyed by Pramool! They should be detained and convicted!” Shouts another Vampire lord.

“And who amongst you are brave enough to restrain the anathema?” S elegant and feminine voice speaks out over the chattering hoard, causing it to fall silent. “There will be no trial. What has happened is in the past. Right now we need to understand our current situation, and take all the help we can get.”

“As you wish, Lord De’Sange.” Drakkon turns and bows to a woman cloaked in red, sitting in the highest seat over looking the council.