Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140819022716/@comment-768817-20140820024614

As the ship sails, Cyrodiil fades away, and even Tamriel becomes a only memory as the unending sea spreads from around the ship. Foamed waves crash against the wooden hull, echoing in the dark, protective, candle-lit halls, of the lower decks, as light rain patters against the deck, from dark skies.

Skor leans foward against the railing, staring at the clotted sky. He remains silent.