Plot is Thickening
The air was pungent, it smelled of rotten beast and a forgotten place, houses and sky scrapers that once reached the big blue sky now lay desolate, an apocalyptic scene of the earth beyond the alliance.
A figure covered in black garments down to the toe walked down the road that would have bustling with life five hundred years ago. A hood covered his head as he walked, he brought out some sort of square recorder, clicking a button he spoke.