Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140609182608/@comment-24218133-20140611193310

Cennip was laying in his cot, late at night. He was looking up at the crystal clear night sky, succumbing to the sound of waves hitting the cliffs. The Lilmothiit ships had stopped by the coast, on the Elsweyr/Valenwood border. He slept on the deck of the ships, unlike the oher thousand of his kind that slept on the beach. Tomorrow was the day they attacked the peaceful, harmless cty of Haven in Valenwood. Cennip almost felt kinda bad. Their gods, the TuRoLi, had ordered their arrival in Tamriel. his race had planned this for millenia, and the immortal TuRoLi had kept them going on this. They did nothing but train, until this day.