Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170222205200/@comment-5543592-20170331004819

It appeared the Midwest Brotherhood of Steel based out of the Royal Wasteland had not heard of them.

The Paladin frowned at her. "The what?"

"Apocalyptians." Knight Thomas answered.

Paladin Hindert looked at him. "You've heard of them?"

"No, just what she said." Thomas shrugged.

"I have." One of the Knights eating lunch called over. "They're sorcerers."

"Sorcerers." Hindert repeated.

"They're like those magic cults from back east, except there's only a handful of Apocalyptians at a time and they live forever."

"Knight?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Shut up."

"Yes, sir." The Knight saluted, before returning to his lunch.

The Paladin refocused his attention on Deaphanie, looking very exasperated by this point. "What are the Apocalyptians?  And don't lie to me a third time.  I'm at the end of my rope."

There was one man on watch, at a vantage point. He had a scoped plasma rifle with a light machine gun sitting nearby. He had a very good view of the surrounding area. It was very likely they'd be spotted once they left cover.