Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180405232244

Armata watches with a smirk as Tirush marches away to conduct an investigation of her own. However, his gaze returns to the fading enemy Tirush dumped off. He crouches down next the unnamed Higher Vampire as he did before.

“Unfortunately for you Tirush isn’t the primitive beast you think she is. She was ready to drop you again, had she of done that we’d have to wait for you to revive in order to extract any information from you. A monotonous situation that would be. Though her tactic worked wonders surprisingly. After all, what reason do you have to refuse my demands now?” Armata tone is demeaning and arrogant. To him the enemy was but a child at point.

“T-they w-would kill me...” The unnamed Lord struggles with his words.

“Who is ‘they’? Barghest and his minion?”

The unnamed Lord shakes his head “Yes”, while clutching his wounds.

“T-them and... their masters. They betrayed m-me. They u-used me to st-aaaaaall you. They promised to help me fight you. Instead, they n-never returned.”

“I see. They used you to draw me away, must have been the reason they travelled here. They knew I would follow and go after you. That’s why they promised to help you, keep your moral up, thinking you had the advantage. A fair strategy.” Armata shifts his eyes to Acheron, then back to his enemy.

“No doubt the Council would prefer to have you tried and incarcerated.”

“D-don’t!” The mangled Lord reaches out and grips Armata’s cloak. “I refuse t-to be put to trial by mortal sympathizers.”

“Another who opposes the order the Council established, how tiresome that close mind set is.” Acheron speaks up in defense of the council.

“To collaborate with humans, i-is foolish. They are our prey. Do you see hu-mans collaborating with their cattle? I’d rather be drained by an Anathema, th-than devoured by Hellbeasts, or tortured by a council of fools.” Every word from the Lord is spiteful but takes great effort.

“Than tell me where Barghest is...”

“Go to... the road, follow it east. Un-til you get to a crossroads by the sea. Continue east, until you get to a forest shrouded in mist. Follow the road till you find a village... with a... cathedral. Red... lights-“ Just as The mangled Lord utters his last, Armata bites into his neck. Those viewing watch as the Lord’s body shrivels and dries.

His mass recedes until his skin perfectly highlights his skeleton, and then his remains begins to sizzle and burn in the sunlight. Armata rises to his feet, and wipes away the blood from his neck and mouth.