Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-24736819-20150611212042

Suddenly, Dùlan started laughing quite histerically and loudly...which was a horrid sound due to his deformations. It wasn't long until the other Prowlers joined him in the laugh.

"Isssn't it cute?", he said, taking off his black robe. He let out a grunt, bending in pain of the transformation.

Soon enough all of the Prowlers assumed their true form, the beast within. All the 17 still remaining attacked the Vampire Lord, who found himself in a huge amount of trouble seeing that the superiority he thought he had was now gone.

"Where is the young Prince?! Why haven't you started marching yet?!", the big breton thunderous shouts could be heard echoing through the castle of Jehanna.

"My King, calm down...No good can be done if we lose our minds, we must stay focu...", Farraud attempted to calm Tormund.

"By the 9 Realms, Farraud, shut the fuck up! We can easily beat the shit out of those pansy westerners, get them out of the fucking throne and take the true King from their treacherous claws!", he shouted.