Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150109114215/@comment-4363162-20150121071334

Alexander stood aboard the iron-plated bridge of the armada's capital ship, the Archangel, his stern, unflinching eyes watching over the horizon. The dying sunlight glinted off the ballistae main guns, hinting at the bloodshed yet to come.

"Fifteen years," he said, softly. "Fifteen years since we last saw Tamriel."

Ahead of the fleet, the landmass of Skyrim rose in the distance.

"It's been a long time."