Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140401162322/@comment-3293219-20140403172558

It had taken some time but Set had finally crept onto the second deck. The Bosmer was disappointed to find that his gear wasn't there, though this did remove any trace of guilt from his mind about filleting that idiot boy's genitals...

He slipped past several guards, creeping up to every door and peering in, through the key holes. There were several rooms that could have contained his gear, armouries, stock rooms, barracks… But none of them were especially well stocked and Set could see, from the small portal that he was watching through, that the equipment wasn't in any of them.

Shit...

He crept on ahead, trying the next floor in case the recruit couldn’t count. The Bosmer hoped that he had helped him along the way to learning a thing or two about subtraction.

He crept upstairs to the top deck, seeing several guards pacing back and too, looking for him, in case he tried to jump ship. The Bosmer was careful as he approached the Captain's cabin, nobody was guarding it at the moment but that would soon change, once they inevitably lowered their guard a little and returned to their posts.

The Bosmer broke into the cabin, using his lockpick and opened the door to find it empty. The Captain was gone, most likely searching for him.

Oh the irony...

Set stepped inside and crept across the room and approached the Captain's desk. There he saw it, laid out on a stand...

Wabbajocky... Set thought, with a smirk as he got up to receive it. He took it and held it up, examining it. A different face was looking at him this time, which felt more like a mirror, that reflected his very soul. It was screaming in rage.

Time to get some revenge... He thought, bitterly as he took a tighter grip of the staff, turned around and crept out, leaving the way he came.

He left the cabin behind him, ready to find this Captain and confront him.

