Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140609182608/@comment-5735114-20140610105716

Seeing the coast of Summerset approaching, and the coast of mainland Tamriel in the far distance, Angel had concluded his horse ride. Clambering off the animal, Angel took a few steps towards the shore and took a deep breath through his nose. It was tainted by the smell of the horse, but that would be the closest thing Angel would get to the fresh Summerset air in what could possibly be some time.

Walking off the coast and into the water, Angel found an old boat laying on the sand underwater a few feet off from the shore, right where it was supposed to be. Dragging it out, Angel cast a green spell on it, and its numerous signs of damage were almost repaired, but not quite. Perfect cover for a poor worker's ship. Taking the oars, Angel began to row the boat away from his homeland.