Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5583506-20170406020408

Deaphanie raised an eyebrow. "The Four Horsemen? Really? Huh... It usually takes one individual a lifetime to lurk out that information, but you did it in the matter of twenty mortal minutes. Impressive."

She then scratched Morty behind the ear. "And no. We are not to blame for any war. As I've said: we can't interfere directly with the will of men. If someone decides to wage a war, that's not on us. That's entirely man at fault. We are merely guardians of the casualty cycle. We only follow orders received to us from the higher powers that will decide the outcome of our aspects. Meaning that all we can do is to influence the situation. A disease breaks out? Pestin will manage whom is infected and how many will suffer. Maybe they all die, maybe no one dies? That's entirely left in the hands of the mortals. A war unravels? Ward will make sure whether or not the offensive side shall be victiorious or whether or not the defensive side shall lose. Starvation, dying crops, dried up water supplies; those are all under the jurisdiction of Famian."

She cocked her head, looking a bit tired. "And then there is me. I clean up the outcome. Bringing people to their respective place in the afterlife. You can't fault us. We are nothing more than extensions of forces that has been an integral part of this universe since long before mankind was even a glimpse on a rock floating in space."