Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-5824038-20150817114937

The door swung open, and Meledran walked in. In his arms he was carrying a bundle of metal plates, and on his face was a look of anguish and sorrow.

'My friends,' he began, looking at the pirates, 'Our ship is no more. She has gone down in order to protect us, and she died on her own terms. All of you are free to leave my service now.'

The pirates in the room had mixed reactions. Some just sat in stunned silence, some looked around the room with widened eyes, and some buried their faces in their hands.

Meledran walked over and sat down at a table by himself, and put the armour on the table top. He began putting it together, attaching the separate pieces to complete the suit.