Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-24123288-20140411160527

As the sun just began to set, The Drangleic came into view. A glorious dunmer built ship made for sailing and exploration rather than battles and war.

It didn't stop Eilonwyn from fitting a few cannons in it however...

The door to the cabin burst open and the Dunmer with short, messy red hair stepped out, a young Breton man following behind her, wherever she goes...

"C'mon Queenie!" Eilonwyn barked cheerily, motioning for her crew to weigh anchor as she stood on the side of her ship.

"We've got this stupid dull meeting to go to. Let's hope a few less people die this time eh?"