Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-2165692-20180415145357

(Just a prelude to the RP, to setup my characters properly.)

Naerion was on his ship, walking through the Galleon as he headed for Stros M'kai. "Why do you think Nelthro had such a ship? And all those Ballistae. Think he was planning a war?" Naerion asked, as the man chosen as his first mate walked beside him

"Hardly, Nelthro seems to be quite peaceful. What surprises me is that he's not on the ship. He could just poof here right?" the first mate asked, looking around warily.

"He certainly could, I think he secretely wants me to be free, but since I was exiled from Tamriel. That's not really an option without being a fugitive, but this Pirate king... If he had all that so he could take a city like that. Then why not me. My story is not over until I lay dead." Naerion stated as he walked up to the rudder "If the Nelthar Organization is too weak to follow father's ideals. This a new one must rise from it's ashes." he said in a grim tone, prompting shudders from a few of the members of the crew. They knew better than anyone just what Naerion was capable of.

Jerod was at Anvil, as he didn't require too much space he had bought a fishing boat as the only thing he really looked for was a boat that could at least go as far as Stros M'kai and would be able to hold all his pots of sand, fishing was not his purpose but it didn't hurt that the dockmaster or the one that sold him the boat would think so.

He used his telekinetic abilies to carry the pots, having trained since he was but a little boy with specifically Telekinesis abilites, it proved to be of little to no trouble, having put every pot on the boat, took a few steps back then sprinted and leapt onto the boat, putting down a foot on the railing, tripping and falling face first into the boat. "Gah, fuck." he said. He slowly got up, he took the gourd off of his back then crossed his arms, the sand under the water was still not too deep and using it he propelled the boat forward out towards the open sea ''Don't look into his eyes, don't look into his eyes, don't look into his eyes. That's the rule I need to know, I just need to murder the bastard and then I can leave... Hold on now. Nait wasn't married. He IS a bastard.''

Satisfied with himself, he turned his gaze to the west.