Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161204051203

Praetor walks up the steps and is guided to Armata by the goddess within him. He is not being stealthy, this man is a monster and any attempts to try and sneak up on him will be futile. The heft of his boots resonate loudly through the destroyed throne room. His armor scrapes against itself and echo almost as loudly as his boots. He stops a few feet behind the vampire and says nothing, it would be rude to interrupt such a moment of regret and reflection.

'''Repent. Repent and you shall be released from this torment. Released from your earthly binds.'''