Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160629224326/@comment-13615389-20160713233158

Kane grew pale upon hearing of what Hrathmar was truly searching for. The Leviathan was... An interesting subject. The captain was no coward; his courage was something worthy of song, and yet, the tales he'd heard of the Leviathan shook him to his very core. There was something primal and wrong about them. He was not always a superstitious man, but years at sea had molded him so that he grew to be. It was a very real threat to him, and something he prayed he'd never have to deal with. Alas, he knew that, that if he ever got close to the scroll, it was something he'd encounter. The more recent stories confirmed his suspicions that the ship's Damned crew was connected to the Elder Scroll, but the exact way they were remained a mystery.

Again, he listened to Hrathmar and inhaled the flowery odour of the champagne, a pleasant surprise compared to what he had expected.