Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5583506-20170214190724

Ward couldn't help but wonder what Deaphanie knew. She was always one step ahead of the others. Most likely that the Old Man had told her something that was only meant for her ears and her ears alone, leaving the other three in oblivious darkness. But such was their way. She was Death, the oldest of them. She saw further than lesser beings. She knew about all possible outcomes before they were even a reality. Thus her three brothers were always lagging behind, mere tools for her ultimate purpose.

Wherever death was marked, war, pestilence and famine was sure to follow in its wake, carrying out the sentence, as they had for centuries. And even though an apocalypse had occurred, mankind was far from extinct.

Ward sometimes wondered whether their duty was truly fulfilled. Though mankind had succeeded in destroying their own homeworld, they still lived on among the ruins. Was the Great War truly the Apocalypse the Old Man had prophesied since the dawn of mankind's existence? Or was it just another step towards the true Judgement Day?

That had to be the case. Why else would they still linger here, if they had served their purpose?

 Ward pushed the ghoul ahead of him. "Get moving, meat", he said in a foreboding voice.

 Can't wait to hear what this madman's ravings are about, but I am sure that Deaph already knows...