Warm crackles murmured through the still snowy air, only the occasional crunch of snow being its companion. The soldiers stood silently as they warmed themselves by the fire, their guards raised by the rumors spreading through the camp. Rumors of their own lying dead in the snow, their gear stripped without so much as a shot ringing off to warn of their demise. It was enough to send the most hardened soldier into shivers. A ghost was among them, perhaps not one of the ephemeral but dangerous all the same.

Rygone watched quietly from above, his chilled hide aching for the touch of the warm campfire below. His shotgun felt unusually heavy on his shoulder, an issue most likely caused by a thinning strap. He could no longer count the years he had been doing this. Moving from one encampment to the other to steal and scavenge for what he could to survive in the harsh wilderness that he called home. It was a fate that he had no choice in the matter but to live by, however...so long as the armies played their war and kept folk like him from settling down without the threat of violence.

It was honestly enough to make him sick. The soldier down there, whatever reason they fought, were a cursed bunch. Little better than the mines they laid or the guns they fired. If there was one good thing they were good for, it was the fact that they needed supplies. Supplies that any discerning Meylan could take for themselves.

He smiled a cold smile. They were already tiring, their steps becoming uncertain and their heads slowly nodding down as the cool night and warm fire worked together to massage their tired bodies.

Just a little while longer... and they would have their ghost.

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Being able to be a part of other constructed worlds is always a fun experience. To dip your toes into the exotic creations of another mind and feeling their creative inspirations wash over you. In this case, the harsh universe of Reliquary stood out to me as something I definitely had to participate in. Transforming Rygone into a Meylan scavenger, I wanted him to experience a unique scenario where he watches over a sliver of a faction group within the setting. One that is undoubtedly hostile. That said, I paid special attention to his clothing and gear, each piece a testament to his uncanny ability to survive. Makes you wonder if it's him who should be wary of the soldiers...or if it's them who should be worried...

Artwork by and Meylan/Reliquary belong to  Lethal_Doors

Rygone belongs to  Umbreon07