Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24449631-20140601141729

“Port Hunding!”

“Port Hunding in sight!” Bjornalf shouted from the drekar’s prow.

Rowan looked up from his diary as he heard the Nord with thick Wildhelm accent shout on the top of his lungs.

Rowan was genuinely interested in what this strange new world would look like.

He had heard stories of Stros M'Kai before. How for example it was once the home of Crown Prince A'tor, son of the last high king of Hammerfell, who tried to defeat mighty Talos’ fleet as they set out to conquer the desert kingdom, nearly a thousand years ago…

Stros M’Kai was home to important mines with dwarven metal which is used to create pipes and tubes for the Industrial machines of the empire.

Rowan got up and closed his tiny booklet dairy, which fitted perfectly into his pocket, so he had it always with him.

After he had stretched himself a bit, he had after all been writing in the same position for over an hour now, he saw the island up ahead, the evening sun turned the sea into a magnificent gold coloured tapestry of dynamics.

“ooh…” Rowan let out as he saw the island up ahead. Such a thing he had never seen before.

As the port in the Cape of the Blue Divide drew closer, he saw the giant harbour statue of Stros M’kai bid the ship welcome.

Rowan, like an exited schoolboy ran across the ship to see every bit of the island.

“Just look at that!” He shouted with Joy.

“Aye…” The captain replied.

“It’s a statue of Frendar Hunding, who first settled on the island. This was when Yakuda still existed… or so the story goes.”

The ship drifted passed the enormous statue of the stern looking man who held his hand high up in the air.

Rowan was absolutely dazzled by the display. But that was nothing compared to the culture shock he would soon endure as he saw Hammerfellian architecture of the island for the first time. Large golden domes glimmering in the twilight hours of Azura, decorated with lush geometrical shapes in and archways… Truly a marvellous sight to behold.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What’s that building over there?” Rowan opened up for the first time in three months. But he just could not hold his curiosity to himself, to great amusement of the captain, who would gladly answer all the questions he knew the answer to.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That, my boy, is the Orrery.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“It was once an old dwemer observatory… Some say that it was with this device the Red guards managed to colonise Hammerfell without getting lost in the great Alik’r desert. Using the stars as a way to navigate. They made maps with that contraption.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“wow…” Rowan sounded amazed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t ask me how it works though!” Captain added jokingly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah… no matter. You can bring up that jaw of yours now.. We’re docking.”

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