Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-1524575-20170111071838/@comment-5650583-20170114212726

Scythe finished sorting the last of the materials into piles. The stone pile was now almost as tall as he was. What the Disciples would use them for, he didn't know, nor did he particularly care. Being around this many outcasts unnerved him. True, he was one himself, but he was not one of them; these Guardians had left their duties behind and sought answers where there were only enemies. "Hey Ghost, what are we doing here, exactly? I know we need to resupply, but that should be done by now."



With that, Scythe walked over to a shady spot along the wall where a few Disciples were taking a break. "Mind if I have a seat?" he said as he brushed the dust off of his armor.