Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-2165692-20180714153735

When everyone had gotten to land the had amassed a force of roughly 70 pirates from all walks of life. The Lieutenants and Naerion stood at the shoreline.

Naerion looked at Zirkan Sul, "Scout out the location ahead, use the shadows to your advantage. Zirkan silently nodded, he movedd forward, as he stepped on the ground not a single sound was heard, not from his clothes not his feet hitting the ground, not even his breath. Zirkan was a master assassin after all.

Naerion waited as he watched Zirkan vanish into the shades then looked at Ildeamon who looked restless "Stay where you are," Naerion commanded, then looked in the general direction of the fort "Soon, we will move into the isle, kill all in our path." his voice appeared indifferent to the death of thousand that it would case.

Ildeamon said nothing only grinned as he squatted down in waiting.

Zirkan used what shade he could find, occasionally using invisibility to move, his boots were enchanted to muffle him and made specifically to minimize any footprints(I'll make some cards for each lieutenant.)

Jerod departed and headed east, only to find a man seemingly sleeping on his boat with his hat over his face that had not been there prior, but the man's stature was something Jerod recognized. "Gramps, what are you doing here?"

The man lifted the hat to let his red eyes focus on Jerod "Stopping you from making a mistake, if word gets out that Naerion attacked and destroyed both Fort Cyrus and Almawt, then what do you think will happen to the Nelthar Organization's already stained reputation?" he asked before continuing "We'll be driven out of the empire, pwople will associate even our exiles with our Organization and we'll be hunted down."

"Then help us. You're powerful, you could stop this. You could lead us." Jerod said staring into his eyes

"I could, but I won't. If I keep fixing every mistake that my descendants do, then how will they grow? Mortals haven't really grown the 4000 past years that I've seen, perhaps it's coming up on 5000, and still nothing. Mortals don't need to be led, if they were then once the leader is gone they'll go back to thier stupidity as has been the case, they need to be taught. If I were to fix your failure, then you'll start to rely on me, and if I were to do so, then what good are you?" he said as he stepped onto the ocean, standing on the water. "What is about to happen will become your mess, so stop it from happening." he then walked eastwards on the water, heading towards Cyrodiil and the Imperial city.

Jerod looked at him leave then moved his ship around heading the the western end of the isle.