Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190309054206

Strangers and specters were all he saw, twisted thoughts and memories. Black figures dotted the crowds and all the Warden could do was imagine what faces his under his patron's shroud. Marcus, in his eyes affectionately held several figures wich he could only assume to be his wives and the only word that he could clearly understand were those that Marcus spoke.

Prad... The conflicted one... He thought. That boy may cause us more trouble than he may be worth. I only hope that whatever posses him understands the dire ultimatum it finds itself in.

Aeron, Herja... they came here despite the situation they found themselves in and now are forced to go through this ceremony... I know that I would not be that fond of being her any longer than possible but it is necessary to let those thag have loved ones to garner closure...

Closure... I gave that up but a little more than a night ago. Layoka. Imperia I apologize but even if I survive I may never see you again for I have sold myself once more and for what? More power? But can you blame me? I did it for the world. I did it for you two... I did it for her, MY world. And though she may not know it or hate me for what I have done I do this to redeem myself for her... even if she will never know it.

Ne'zon... This is for you.

The Warden stood firm in his position as he scanned the crowd until his eyes landed on Armata and with a silent nod he was ready to depart.