Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140117093055/@comment-3293219-20140117192013

(I think I've changed my mind, I'll get Caleb to the group as I've made a lot more progress than I thought I could.

Hopefully, this will be my last long entry for a while as he'll meet characters at the tavern. It's the same tavern that Tireys is, currently, sleeping in.)

Caleb fell several feat and landed in a lifeboat with a loud thud, losing consciousness on impact. The dark elf groaned as he opened his eyes, his left arm and shoulder had struck an ore during the fall and it was incredibly painful. He then snapped out of it, realising that he had been given a blessing here and he had to make the most of it, fast! He sat up and reached for his sword, grunting out in pain as he did.

Okay,   don’t move that arm… lesson learned…

He stopped, quickly realising that cutting the ropes would be a stupid thing to do. Even if he did manage with a, possibly, broken arm, he could still end up tipping the boat up. In order to get the boat out of suspension with any hope of it not tipping as it fell, he’d have to be sat down to even his own weight and he’d have to cut the ropes at the same time.

“Down there!” One of the pirates called, upon seeing him.

Crap! Caleb began to look around for anything that could be used as… well anything! He quickly gave up hope when he realised that ores were the only thing that were of any use in this life boat. Unless…

It was risky but Caleb had thought of something… what if the ropes were badly damaged and snapped at the same time? He grabbed one of the broken ores and ran over to the rope, grabbing it with his broken arm and sawing with his good one, he stopped as soon as the rope showed any sign of weakness.

''Don’t break! Don’t break!'' He thought as he ran over to the other side and did the same, he did the other side a little better than his first attempt, which worried him as it was more likely to break…

Well, this is either going to be the greatest tavern story, you’ll ever tell or it’ll be the most embarrassing obituary ever… Caleb glanced up as he saw Kelzar run over to the edge of the portside, looking down at his former comrade.

The dark elf was desperate now, those ropes weren’t going to snap themselves and he had to make a decision…

Caleb stood in between the two ropes, hoping that it was enough to balance the weight… Okay… time to give it some incentive. The dunmer jumped and hit the ground with all of his body weight, breaking both of the ropes and sending the lifeboat falling into the stormy sea, knocking him to the floor but keeping it from capsizing. Caleb held on for dear life, as it bobbed off to sea...

Three days later
After several days at sea, Caleb had finally arrived somewhere but he wasn’t sure where. He had been using an old bandage as an eyepatch, it was most likely more disease riddled than the wound itself but it protected it and that’s all he cared about. He hadn’t eaten the entire time and his arm still hurt like hell.

He staggered off the boat, as soon as it washed up on a beach, continuing to shamble up the shale beach. His boots sunk into the ground as the shale stones gave way, under his feet…

The dunmer managed to reach the centre of the village and went straight into the tavern.