Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20160706210840/@comment-15573488-20160808114629

(Gwynnedan Yannick)

"Land on sight!" someone screamed.

A door opened and Gwynnedan came out to the upper deck, the sun blinding his eyes for a moment. He made way between sailors pulling ropes, carrying boxes and shouting things, on his way to the bow. Inspiring deeply, he could see it in the distance as it grew: Yokuda. The voyage was long and tiresome, but they finally arrived. He touched the hilt of his trusted sword for good luck. They would need it.

The ship arrives in a small stretch of beach enclosed by stony hills providing some sort of defense, a good spot for a camp. They set up tents and fireplaces not too far from the ship and place watchmen in strategic positions.

"Sire", a man approaches Gwynnedan, "we should wait for the other ships to arrive."

Gwynnedan scratches his head, seemingly pensative. "Weren't they supposed to be here already, Master Edan?"

The man named Edan replies "Perhaps, but they might have lost their way. In any case, we shouldn't venture far with so few people."

"Hmm...arrange me an escort group. I want to see how different this land is to ours."

"Akatosh help me, you never grew up, did you, sire?"

Gwynnedan smiles at the comment. Normally, in the highly feudal culture of High Rock such audacious comment would never be tolerated, but Gwynnedan was never a man of seriousness.

"Perhaps not, Master Edan. Perhaps not."

And thus Gwynnedan set out with two soldiers to explore Yokuda.