Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150626145118/@comment-24141785-20150702083739

"Are there any groups avaliabe of recruiting?"

The innkeeper sighed, this was probably the 4th time she had asked. He shook his head, letting the dunmer place her head on the counter.

"A crew left not long ago..." The innkeeper muttered, hoping that the dunmer wouldn't cry and make a scene, "A pirate group..."

Tabiah looked up, with some hope, "Are they coming back?"

"Probably." The innkeeper sighed, "But making friends with them is not recommended..."

Tabiah headed outside, the first time in a few days. She looked around the city, noticing the ship.

Walking freely into a pirate's territory is almost as bad as walking between a giant and his mammoth.

She knew she had to wait until they were distracted before she climbed on, wait until they were more focused on drinks. Eventually, what seemed to be the quatermaster came down from his post.

There we go...

The Quatermaster took note of Tabiah, glancing over at her. The nord focused his mind on other things, however, and went to 'gather' some supplies.

Lets board this fucking ship...

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Name: Ysmiar Bear-Claw

Sex: Male

Race: Nord

Age: 32

Appearance: Ysmiar (without warpaint)

Skills: One-Handed, Archery, Sneak, Restoration & Light Armor.

Equipment and misc. items: Plated Leather Armor (one on far right) Scrimitar, a Silver Shortsword & a crossbow.

Spells: Close Wounds, Heal Other & Greater Ward.

Powers/Abilities: N/A

Backstory: TBA