Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170111042546/@comment-32420582-20170129225606

"Mages." Arcann simply replied.

"Hm, this must be Icewater Jetty..." A khajiit growled, frost appearing in a plume as his breath met the air. He stalked toward a tiny dock which held a rickety, rotten boat. "Not exactly impressive." The cat mused aloud, his tail swaying in the howling winds.

He crept to the boat, placing his foot in it carefully to see how strong the wood was. When he was satisfied, he half-sat half-crouched inside the boat and severed the rope holding it to the dock. He had begun the sail to Castle Volkihar, a place that was once a lair for vampires.

He found that the voyage was shorter than it seemed, as he had finally stepped foot upon the island. He stared at the stone-statutes warily, being having warned about them as he stalked toward the castle.