Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-25828117-20190910210254

At this point the night was settling over Cyrodiil. The canopies over the decks had lamps under the roof providing a nice warm orange light not unlike a comfortable banquet hall. Outside of these bubbles of light the darkness was only interrupted by distant specks across the water where towns or even other ships would be, and the calming illumination of the moons in the sky dancing on the waves below.