Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5824038-20150318185309

(Anyway, moving on the day of sod-all happening...)

They got into the Wind Reaver, and set off for Daggerfall, away from the now half-ruined city of Brightwall.

Meledran took his normal place at the helm, but he was no longer making jokes and laying wagers. He stood there in grim silence, just making sure that the ship went at her best speed. This somber ambience was reflected in teh crew, who just went around their business, and didn't try to gamble, drink, or sing.

''Hey, Meledran, I think I'm getting the hang of this! A woman's voice spoke softly in the captain's mind. It was difficult at first, but I think I really can create a psychic link between us!''

Whoopey... Meledran thought, unsure of whether or not Marya could hear him. He hoped that she could.

''Oh! Turns out I can hear you, too, as long as you want me to.''

''Really? That's handy. Now I have a crazy woman speaking to me when I don't want her to!''

Marya flashed a thought of pain into his mind, and Meledran flinched in shock.

What was that!?

''Wow... turns out I can also send you feelings and emotions. You remember when you killed my father?''

Marya concentrated hard, and flashed into his mind all of the feelings of horror, torment, and anguish that she had felt that day. Meledran could barely contain himself, and his vision went blurry. A trickle of blood came out of his nose, and then he dropped to the floor, occasionally making muscle spasms.

The ship lurched and shook, as there was nobody controlling it.