Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150905224128/@comment-26446054-20150910182730

"Well, that was short range, not under pressure and with me here. So not really." Smiled Cyrnin, getting off his crate. All seemed well, but then, guards approached Sandcloak's ship, with weapons and spells in their hands.

"Surrender yourselves, pirates!" Snarled one battlemage from a purple hood, ten times more brave than his colleagues with guns; they just heard what Sandcloak had said.