Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-24449631-20140605222346

(Hammerfell's time zone isn't the same right? I mean Tamriel's a pretty big continent normally. Time should differ on different parts.)

Rowan looked up at secunda shining through the porthole of the Drakkar, the moon was especially bright and close. Quite a sight to behold, actually. The night sky bore not a single cloud, only the ever so grand moons and stars of Mundus. twinkling and shining across the plain of reality.

He showed a little smirk. Since he looked to the North, at 'home', He knew this because most star signs of Nordic gods where out there.

''Out there... In the Northern belt, somewhere... Lies Sovngarde. Pressed between two worlds''

That's what the old tales and books said anyways. Tales of heroic drinkhalls where only the honourable Nords go after a good and proud life.

Sadly... That doesn't include me... Rowan thought as he felt his eyes tear up a little. Not because of his faith per sé, but because of the horrible things he had done.

Rowan had been up the entire night, he couldn't sleep, t'was too damn hot. A thing he should've taken into account when going to Southern Hammerfell.

"Great way to go..." Rowan puffed as he wrestled with his hammock and pillow as they accumulated to his body warmth.

"Argh... I need to get out of here." he whispered to himself as he got up from his sauna-like hammock.

And walked out to the deck, where it was surprisingly, agreeably chilly.

Rowan stretched as he saw the early signs of the sun rising in the east: The horizon started to become a more faint blue.

Rowan sighed.

"Up early are ya?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Rowan quickly turned around, although, with such an accent it wasn't really a surprise as to who his mystery companion was.

"Captain." Rowan nodded. trying to brush off the fact he did Jump a bit.

"Mornin' Rowan." The captain greeted.

"Did I scare ya?" The captain asked, slightly amused.

"N-no... Well... Ye, kinda." The young Nord admitted.

"Hmmmhmmm I knew it." The old seadog laughed introvertly

After that, there was a bit of silence, were only the sound of the calm sea waves and distant seagulls near Hunding's statue could be heard. Eventually Rowan was the one who decided to break it

"Just a question... Why are you up?"

The captain looked at the other Nord.

"Why are you up?" he asked in defense

"I couldn't sleep." Rowan admitted, scratching his bare chest.

Rowan started to regret he only brought fur clothing. He had to basically strip off half of his clothes if he didn't want to die from the heat.

Luckily, when at sea, the wind was enough to cool you off.

"Aliright. Fair enough" The captain deemed the question answered so now he would answer the one given to him.

"I have kind of the same problem..."

"Oh? Too hot for you too?"

"Nah... That's not it." The captain said softly.

"It's the lighthouse of Anvil..."

"Normally it should be burning, right over there, on the continent's coast." He pointed at a black spot at the horizon.

Rowan was kind of amazed the old man could make out a lighthouse from that, but then again, he's been sailing these waters for a long time.

"See?"

"Someone doesn't want us to leave I guess..."

"Quarantine?" Rowan asked curiously.

"No... That's not it.

I think..."