Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150414013830/@comment-3293219-20150414211304

"Y-Yeah, I do..." Arrietty replied, truthfully.

"Why?"

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Isaiah was out on the top deck, admiring the night's sky as he stood alone, contemplating and remembering. The two things that he was good at...

The Elderly priest closed his eyes as the wind picked up, sending a chill that penetrated his thinner robes and chilled him to the bone, yet he stood there, unflinching...

He stood, taking on the icy blasts, one after another for some time, as if it was an endurance test. He loathed the cold air but he didn't want to leave it, there was something about the discomfort that gave him peace.

A distraction...

This distraction didn't last forever and eventually, it died down, leaving the old man with nothing but calm air to contend to. He stood still, for a time but the group appeared to be leaving Skyrim and therefore leaving the bad weather behind them, this prompted the Redguard to reach into his robes and draw a letter...

It was yellow, stained, yet nicely kept. It was well travelled and a little beaten but still in good condition, just like the priest who carried it...

Isaiah unfolded it and began to read it internally...

''Isaiah Kolgrim, In the name of Emperor Titus Mede II, it is with great regret that we inform you of Jabez' death... ''

As Isaiah read, he didn't notice that the ship was passing a grove of some sort, a grove that was occupied by some very eager tenants. As the cargo ship slowly passed the opening, they remained oblivious to the fact that they were being observed, by another ship, in the unorthodox harbour...

This ship was old and beaten, with torn black flags tied to its mast and a bow, carved into the shape of a serpent, with its name painted on the side, in thick black ink.

"The Black Viper."

The Viper lay in wait, like its namesake would in the grass, before it slithered out. The ship looked like it was tailing Kay's ship, when in fact; it was going in for the kill. The ship cut through the air, like a hot knife through butter and within seconds, the two ships were side by side.

Its Captain watched from his quarters, stood, arms folded as he observed the operation. A tall Redguard man, in his thirties, his hair done in dreadlocks, tied together with a red bandanna. His black wispy acted as a boarder to his mouth, which housed his few teeth, which were equal amount gold and ivory.

He wore a torn sleeveless coat, which allowed him to stand out from his lackeys, aesthetically at least; everybody knew that he stood out from his men, because he was the only one on his ship that would brutally kill anyone who questioned his authority.

The Viper's coils were already wrapped around its prey, now to administer its poisonous sting...

The Captain stepped out, onto the deck as the ship slowly came to a crawl beside them, perfectly inline...

"Unleash the Viper's fangs!" He ordered, pointing at the ship, in case any of the fools on deck could have gotten it confused with someone else's ship or even their own. At his command, several cannons exploded and multiple projectiles flew across the bridge between them, striking the ship's hull, with a heavy blow, causing it to shift unexpectedly.

However, these were no mere cannon balls, they were metallic and tied to chains and they burrowed into the ship and hooked into it, chaining the two ships together...

The enemy was constrained and stunned and now the Viper would move in for the kill...

