Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-17114085-20180429142029

(@Red: What are you talking about? I don't see how using one-handed melee weapons would be an incredible disadvantage while fighting on a ship. A ship is not that cramped. Going by this cross-section of a galleon there should be no problem fighting on board as long as they don't try any overhead attacks, which experienced pirates wouldn't.)

"Captain, we've been boarded!" The First Mate yelled when he got to the main deck. "Argonians have gotten onto the gun deck!"

"Those bastards will pay for what they've done to my ship!" Captain Raj raged. He called a few of the sailors above deck to come with him as they headed down.

A few moments later, they saw the man that had gone into the estate go flying out a window into the mountain side below, yelling as he was thrown down the mountain.

The Redguard laughed. "I bloody told you he didn't like getting disturbed when he has company."

The civilian looked at him with a confused face, probably wondering if Jerod was daft. He gestured to the large palace located at the northern part of town then continued on his way.

The man that spoke out before, Ataff, pleaded. "Please, I'll tell you anything...just spare me."

"Ataff you traitor!" The one-eyed man growned in between pained grunts. "If my hands weren't bound I'd strangle you." He spat at Scipio, mixed with blood coming from his open wound.

"Good. We will have need of your familiarity of the waters to the north when we head after these pirates." Caius stated. The young Prince then gestured for them to go. "You're dismissed."

The duo walked into the tavern with the long name. There were a few other non-Nords there, but they still stood out as they entered. They sat at the bar.

"What can I do for you?" A waitress came up to them. "Some fresh mead or ale for the sailors?"

"No thanks." Shav replied. "We're here for information on a Dunmer."

"A dark elf? Then I don't think you came to the right place. Not many of your kind here, stranger." The Nord said.

"He's on this island, you probably heard a hunter or two mentioning him around the tavern." Lhotun insisted, smiling at the Nord to try to charm her.

"Hmm...I may have heard something about that a while back." She reflected.

"Great, who did you hear it from?" Lhotun asked.

"It was old Denskar, a hunter that often goes to the eastern ruins for game. He has a hut at the eastern edge of the village, you can't miss it." The Nord replied. "Thanks for the information." Shav said and handed her a silver Septim.