[center][color=crimson][h3]Mortus[/h3][/color][/center][hr][center][@Kenshi][@VeyrinDay][@Gentlemanvaultboy][@RainyHigh][@rocketrobie2][@ZAVAZggg][@Vatonage][/center][hr]
His footsteps echo throughout the dark hall only muffled by the crash of thunder outside the darkened keep while rain beat against the glass like the very weather was trying to get inside. Silently the robed man kept walking down the dimly lit hall his long dark cloak flowing behind him as he finally reached the end of the corridor.

A torch lit the mans visage, shedding dull light upon the mask he wore on his face as he looked at the large wooden doors listening to the voices chattering on the other side, and his brightly glowing red eyes narrowed as he caught pieces of conversation [color=crimson][i]'Things seem to have already begun...'[/i][/color] he thought to himself adjusting the gloves on his hands.

The door creaked open interrupting the conversation within the chamber within which others were gathered around a table in the middle of their own exchanges. The man entered the room letting the door close behind him with a slight thud, as he looked around the room at each person gathered without any emotion showing in his eyes towards the people in the room.

[color=crimson]"The messenger arrived late, you'll have to pardon my tardiness."[/color] his voice had a metallic hum like a voice through the blades of a spinning fan [color=crimson]"I am Mortus of the Crimson Flame."[/color] his eyes flashed as he blinked [color=crimson]"What has been discussed in my absence?"[/color] he asked making his way to be seated by himself in the meeting hall.