Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-25828117-20190906003701

The ship picked up speed, allowing a pleasant breeze to fly across the deck. Lysilde had a few strands of hair that had escaped her braid dancing in the wind, as did her cream satin dress and dark cloak.

"Well. I decided to go on a journey. To honor my father who had been killed in the Karth War. He died before I was even born so I never knew him but it just felt... it felt like I had to, you know?" Helian still couldn't quite explain why he had to pay his respects by Pavo's grave."

Helian cleared his throat.

"Anyways. After that, I was out in Skyrim, far away from home and no plan. So I went further. Ended up in Solitude with no money. I needed a job so I offered my services to anyone who was willing to take me. And as luck would have it. A captain of some Imperial trading vessel from Anvil, he had a thick accent, allowed me to work for him. I spend the next few months on the sea of ghosts freezing my b-ackside off."