Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160907220147/@comment-5583506-20161025014222

As the group advanced forward they eventually came upon the dry shoreline of the Inner Sea. A milky sun was forcing its dimmed light in through a sheet of thick, grey clouds and the entire surroundings reeked of something burnt. Ran considered it to be odd since the majority of the land had consisted out of hardened and petrified ash. What could possibly still be burning after all the centuries that had passed since the Red Mountain last erupted?

The fishing village was completely derelict and consisted of murky shacks ready to fall apart just by looking at them.

"Seen more cheer and merriment in a graveyard", muttered Swift.

"If this is all that remains of the houses then maybe there are no boats that could possibly take us to Vvardenfell?" said Evelyne.

"The Dunmer were no fools", said Ran. "They herded gigantic insects back in their days I have heard. Netches and Silt Striders, they called them. From their hardened husks they would even build boats that could withstand for generations."

"They herded gigantic insects?" shrugged Beatrix. "Now you are just pulling my leg. The Beasts didn't exist back then."

"Of course not, but there still existed creatures far larger than what you could've anticipated of an animal or insect back in those days. The Dunmers tamed them. Using the shells and the husks after they were dead, they made pottery, boats, and even houses."

The Breton raised an eyebrow out of curiousity. "A house from a dead bug's shell? And I thought the cities were bad."

"Just keep a look out for anything looking like some... dead... bug, or something",  suggested Ran'Jinro. "That may be our ticket out of here... and over to Vvardenfell."