Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20171121012820/@comment-7262318-20171206000433

When she got there, the boat was still in it's exact spot, with the bodies lying cold on the wooden panels. Immediately, she could see Goriyn's Altmer friend, but not in a very good predicament.

Strung up by his feet, Randolemar dangled upside down by the crows nest. His face and arms were purple and swollen from what appeared to be a severe beating. Some of the barrels on deck that had remained untouched were shattered. One piece of the wood seemed to be lodged into his arm.

But, he was not dead. There was a dry, rasping noise imminating from his half-concious body. He was breathing.