Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150905224128/@comment-26446054-20150907153436

(Raytheon beat up an idiot and is now witnessing an execution, Athorian was running away from someone and is now hiding in a ship while Tryce and his friend are talking. Meanwhile, Cyrnin got bribed by V'efyl and is considering taking Gyula with him on a journey with the pirate. As for Seryio and you, I can't bloody remember)

Cyrnin shrugged. "I just need money and a way to change the world in some way. Besides, your work could be more useful in Hammerfell, where there isn't a tight industry." He told her, heading to the gates with a full knapsack and gun. "If you want to join me, I'll be in the Imperial City. At least, that's where I bet the ship'll be."

Unknown to Sandcloak and Cyrnin, the note was taken from a table by a stranger, appearing completely ordinary as he walked out.

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As the Elven armour clad guards approached the Red Plague with swords ready, the ship's crew immediately took off, with the guards yelling and hitting the back of it using spells, but to no avail. The ship was riding the seas in seconds.

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The hooded man laughed, and indicated his companions. "Oh, they deserve it for betraying Akatosh's creation, this world itself. If you want to stop me, you godless heathen, go ahead." He sneered, all drawing swords threateningly. The merchants looked at Raytheon pleadingly.