Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20160830041606/@comment-32663439-20160907040802

Camille sat quietly, fiddling with the frayed ends of the rags that passed for clothes around here. She hardly had spoke a word the entire boat ride. The most that came out of her mouth in the first few weeks was vomit from her seasickness. Now, it didn't bother her much, but when the ship really rocked she still got queasy.

With a sigh, the pyromage attempted to cast a flame yet again. Nothing. The magic-restrictive binds served their purpose well...