Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-5824038-20150719091040

(If Sander can't recognize Meledran's ship, then I think he should just leave. Period.)

As Sander inhaled the smoke he could sense his throat itching, almost burning.

Colours blended together, and whisperings filled his ears. Slowly, a murky image formed before his eyes. It was Hunter, sitting on top of a platform above a long pole. The image changed, and he could see that the pole was in fact a mast, of a ship. The image changed even more, and he could - for an instant - see that the ship was in the sky. This ship was familiar.

Then, the smoke began to obscure his vision, and the itching in his throat became worse, and then suddenly it all disappeared. Sander gasped for breath as his senses returned to the real world.