Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150729181251

(I thought I answered that earlier...somehow my post got eaten. XD)

"My father died?", Balin asked, unsure if he heard it correctly.

"That’s what I thought when he fell from the ship...well, when he was tossed from the ship into that crazy storm. The dictator attempted to run away when he realized the battle was lost, so we went after him...Unfortunately when we got onto the ship's main deck, they were waiting for us. Could you imagine? 15 people against me and your father. Well, long story short, your father wasn't expecting the dictator to tackle him over the bowsprit and into the stormy waters the ship was forced into. That was the last time I saw him...", Azaron finished telling the story.

"Hmm...Now that you've mentioned it, I do remember my father telling me this story when I was a child. If I remember it correctly, he and the Corrupt King fought beneath the ship, trying to hold onto the hull and not to be pulled by the water streams...That’s when it got ugly, the streams became stronger and the King lost his grip, so he tried to grab my father...then something, something came along and snatched the King, hitting my father and rendering him unconscious. He woke up days later, stranded on a deserted island.", Balin tried to remember his father's tale.

"Hmm, that explains a lot. The men on the ship suddenly forgot about me and focused on getting the ship out of the storm... So they must've seen this 'something'.", Azaron said, thinking out loud.

"Anyway, you are looking for men to crew your ship, correct? I offer myself, I've had enough of this damned island and I want to meet my dear old friend again.", the dunmer quickly added.