Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-5735114-20140412004218

Tyranil's ship sped into the docks of Pirata City. Next to the others, it seemed small and insignificant, and could have been easily mistaken for a small merchant ship were it not completely black, proudly waving a similarily colored flag. There seemed to be no signs of life; no crew bustling around the ship, attending to it, apart from Tyranil himself. Docking the ship, he summoned his wings to fly off the ship, and settled down to a hover about an inch from the ground when he was otherwise to be on solid land.