Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170128013328

"Sergeant Pepper, milord." The commander answered. "The Royal Wasteland is ruled over by the House of Devane, which currently headed by, his majesty, the Crimson King, sixth monarch of the House."

"Long live the king." The Handsman on Pepper's other side murmured.

"Yes, sir." Pepper continued to Timothy  "His seat of power is on Mercer Island, to the northeast.  It's mighty troublesome to get on the island, Army keeps about everyone off, but if you can manage to get permission, hooo-boy, there's no where else like it in the world."

The man was mumbling something to himself as he searched fervently for his fork. Suddenly, he jerked one out of the pile-- it was missing one of it's prongs, only having three.

As he stood up straighter, Deaphanie could see he was no ordinary man. He was a ghoul, and no ordinary ghoul. His skin glowed a vibrant shade of green. A glowing one.

The ghoul kept mumbling one word over and over again to himself, and even though Deaphanie was right in front of his face, he still seemed unable to notice her, and instead was absorbed in his fork that was missing a prong.