Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-24736819-20151112022940

He cleaned himself afterwards, taking sometime to enjoy the freedom.

"At last...", he let out as he scanned the outside of his room. Nothing had changed, not even one thing...it seemed as if no one had been down there for ages.

"Neglect. Ha! The only blessing I needed, my Lord.", he mocked a bow before resuming his search. They could very well forgot about it, too...and after a few minutes, he found out that his initial guess was correct.

"Oh, how I missed you, my old friends!", they were dusty, but underneath still very strong. First was the heavy chestplate, then the shoulder armor...and after a few moments, his heavy mace.

Once he geared up entirely, another quest popped up in his mind. He carelessly walked through the corridors of the Dark Tower's dungeons, heading for the crypt where his brothers were kept.

"One, two...hmm, there are eleven awake. Troubled times, my Lord? Heh...", he carefully chose the only ones who still remembered him and awoke them all, one by one. It was easy for him to control them, almost too easy...so he ordered all of them to transform before retrieving their armors.

It should be noted that despite their transformation, they were still about the same height as him...

"Revenge, gentlemen. The time has come for Vladir to suffer the same fate he forced upon me... It's time for a New Era. No more hiding.", he said, finally putting his helmet on.

Eirearch smirked as the eight Prowlers left the Tower, led by their former General.

Lisbeth found it easier to walk through the empty streets of Dunkarn Haven after the curfew. The thrill of killing made her not only thirstier but also aroused.

She knew the Fortress very well, the Bathou had to ran their architectural project by their lieges before building it and the redheaded woman wasn't one to forget such thing.

Invisibly, she made way past the guards easily enough and headed for the room of the 'new lord'.