Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160331203412

The wraith eventually waited at the bottom of the staircase, halting until everyone arrived in the inner sanctum of the church. Abello let out a sigh as he saw what awaited them.

Three figures could be seen at the far end of the sacred place, kneeling in front of what seemed to be an altar - or rather, it looked as if they had collapsed there in exhaustion or despair.

In between two figures, the lieutenant of Knight-King Rendall had knelt down in front of the altar, mindlessly staring in front of him as he held on to both of his longswords. His apparel consisted of heavy plates of some sort of gold armor, decorated and emblazoned with various ornaments and swirly motifs depicting other strange royal figures unknown to the Undead. The Lieutenant was atleast 2 metres tall, and did not seem like an enemy to be trifled with.

The two other figures were thinner in appearance, and not as bulky or tall as their superior. They has the same slick armor, only that it was adjusted to their mesomorphic appearance. One of them seemed to be a female, and the other a male, both donning the same golden armor.

The Undead found themselves at the opposite end where no light was present; only a sense of dread and utter darkness, and the opposite end had only a few candles lighting the place.

These two other figures stood stagnantly beside this lieutenant, staring at the same wall and altar as he was. They seemed to be contemplating something, or perhaps deep in thought or silent prayer.

Abello turned to the Undead, as he whispered so that his voice would not be heard.

"Well, I believe this is the right time for strategy, before engaging them in battle. What shall we do?" He asked, looking at a few of them as he wondered.

The Wraith stared at the lieutenant and his lackeys, and his indifference could be noted. However, one could see with some difficulty that he tightened the grip on his weapon as if in anger, or perhaps caution.