Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-24416658-20160110080415

They passed through many corridors. Metal ones, wooden floors. Doors were everywhere, intersections with other halls. However, they stopped in front of a set of double doors. They were metal, and green.

"Consider this a tour," Rowtag said, "Before the ceremony itself. Here, we stand at the entrance to the section devoted to our guardians. This is the Guardsmen quarter." Rowtag stepped through the doors as they opened automatically.

Through the doors, there was a great hall. tall roof, many couches and electronic entertainment appliances. If they didn't know better, they'd believe that this was a larger version of a combat school's common room. There were others milling about, wearing the uniform of the Pilgrims: a hood, a cloak, and a face mask, along with their normal clothing.

"There is only one reason why this location is so lavish," Rowtag continued, "Our Guardsmen dedicate their lives to the Pilgrims. They live their lives here, at the Fort. Small wonder that we have them situated comfortably." Rowtag extended his arm. On each of the other three walls, there were other doors, with signs over them. Quarters, Ring, Medic, among others.

"Go ahead," he said, "Take a look around. After your ceremony, you will choose one of our branches. It is wise to see them for yourself. Ask around, do as you wish." Rowtag sat in a chair by the entrance, motioning for the group to go ahead, while Nacoma headed for a couch, laying down in it.