Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150827123016/@comment-26103034-20150829230257

Lillandril As the Red Plague pulled into the dock, Tryce got up, and left the ship. He wandered into the little pub, dark and dingy. It was quiet, but the atmosphere was thick with tension.

He knew the feeling. It was the feeling of waiting for someone to bump into someone, and for all hell to break loose. The Altmer at the bar nodded at him as he walked up. The signs of the civil war were obvious, though less so than in the main city. Here, people saw wars as opportunity. Selling guns to some Altmer, staffs and spells to others.