Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150904152042/@comment-5824038-20151005173431

(Guess if nobody is gonna react, I'll carry on.)

'He has a point,' Prometheus said. 'We can't exactly escape.'

Faarim looked at the Reckoners in disgust. 'That low form of trickery is despicable! Why would you trick us all into coming when it was your problem to begin with?'

The Reckoners remained silent.

'I've seen and heard all I need to,' the Altmer added, before rushing to the other side of the ship and hurling himself off. Anyone who looked over on that side would see him levitating above the waters, floating south towards land.

'He will not survive the journey. Nobody has enough magicka to sustain a speel like that, and many horros worse than slaughterfish reside in the depths of the Sea of Ghosts.' One of the Reckoners said this. 'Now enter the rowing boat, and land on the island.'