Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-17114085-20180428171543

(The hold isn't necessarily the only storeroom on a ship. They could easily set up one at the stern close to the catapults to keep the barrels. It would make more sense than leaving them on the gun deck where they are useless. :P

The ballistae should have a swivel angle of about 100-ish degrees at least. Unlike the cannons, the ballistae can be set up without any part of it going out of the ship's hull and this can swivel freely and shoot from one edge of the port opening all the way to the other.)

The War Master was now getting quite lopsided as the hold was getting full of water.

The Ebonarm Pirates weren't in any major disadvantage in fighting on the gun deck against the Argonians. None of them were trying to use ranged weapons or two-handed weapons. Their weapons were all of close range of 3 feet or less. So the numbers versus the expert Argonians balanced itself out for now, though a prolongued fight would tip in the Argonian's favor.

The First Mate saw that his men were just barely holding their own against the attackers, so he tried to retreat to the main deck to inform the Captain and get more men.

Naerion's power worked and the man nodded, heading back to the estate entrance. The guards there again refused to let him in, which resulted in an arguement that the man eventually won. They reluctantly let him in.

The man disappeared into the estate.

The Redguard was waiting outside with Naerion for the man to return. "The boss isn't going to like getting interrupted, he's likely to just order us to run you out of here." He muttered with an amused tone.

"ARGH!" The pirate screamed when Scipio ripped out his eye. "You fucking cunt! You! Arghhh..." He grunted and yelled.

The duo walked into town. Bleakrock's coastal village was very small compared to a port city like Dawnstar, only a handful of ships at the docks, most of which were fishing boats.

"Now I know why they call this place bleak." Lhotun jested.

"The tavern is always the place to go for information lad, come with me." Shav said.

The two strange men, a Redguard and a Dunmer, coming in from the north caught the eye of a lot of the locals, whom were almost exclusively Nords.

"That must be it, the Hungry Corner." Shav gestured to the inn at the west part of town.

"Not a very creative bunch are they." Lhotun muttered. The duo headed to the inn.