Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160225002526/@comment-24736819-20160305043044

(I'm slowly returning in action, apologies for my absence.)

After three days of roamlessly navigating through the Bronze Coast, Balin started to wonder how long it would be until one of his crewmen decided it was time for a mutiny. The giant breton Captain spent all of those days locked inside his cabin in the company of Fiandrael, which seemed pretty strange to his crew since none of them knew the elf's true identity and only knew her as a purple robed weirdo.

The Prince was going through his journals and the journals of the ships they had conquered to survive, trying to figure it out what was going on these past few days in High Rock. Most of the journals were used to record the sea-encounters and trade transactions, but with some luck, occasionaly, Balin managed to encounter those which resembled a personal diary.

~Camlorn Harbor, Loredas, 2nd of Sun's Height.~

''By the Nine! War. That is the only thing I hear lately, war on the east, war on the north. Fucking war, I remember the last time war struck our great kingdom and it was the worst time to be a decent and honest, working man. No, those are times of thieves, mercenaries and pirates. Those who thrive with our disgrace, those despicable beings that see chaos as a blessing.''

''We managed to exchange all of our metals and ingots, but as it was expected, no one even took a peek at the rest of the merchandise. I fear we'll probably lose it all if we keep sailing long distances to only sell part of everything in each harbor.''

''Word is that Farrun's fleet is sailing throughout the entire Silver Coast and sometimes they venture themselves into the Bronze Coast. While Farrun's King seem to be an honorable man, not the same can be said of his Captains...and those are the ones that trouble my sleeping. Last night Mr. Ravene said he saw black sails on the horizon and we all laughed. I do not think we'll be laughing again tomorrow, because I saw them too.''

''The crew's mood is still good, but I wonder what they will do if we end up encountering those black sails. Those men are no fighters. They are good, honest and working men.''

Not a good time for them.

Balin took a deep breath and raised his eyes towards the elven woman laying on his bed, asleep. He smiled tenderly and headed towards the window of his cabin to take a look outside, quickly realizing that there was land in sight.

''Probably Glenpoint, I wonder the risks of anchoring there... Allowing the men to touch the ground a bit, have some fun. To what extent does your power work, elf?, he pondered, turning once again to the sleeping Fiandrael, We won't know until we test it, right?''