Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140609182608/@comment-5735114-20140610205050

(Well, since time's been skipped on that side...)

Angel stepped off of his boat onto the very western coast of Cyrodiil, a thin stretch of land that was hard to land on by accident. Thankful he'd finally reached his current destination, Angel clambered out of the boat and onto solid ground. He did by no means get seasick, but he hated the ocean and particularly its salty smell nevertheless. Once a good distance away from the water, Angel inhaled deeply, still through his mouth, and pulled out his map of Cyrodiil.

It wasn't quite complete, but it showed major landmarks and cities, as well as the scarce Dominion secrets scattered around. Thinking it'd be wise to start off at Anvil simply due to its proximity his proximity to it, Angel folded up his map and began a short walk south.