Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140710003207/@comment-29559990-20140710182407

Mashel sat in a wooden chair at the bow of his ship, looking onward at the empty sky ahead of them. He had just set off from The Citadel, and he was now looking for more ships.... to plunder.

He was the leader of a band of pirates, bandits that patrolled the sky in search of ships to destroy. That's how Mashel kept himself alive. He took Food, Supplies, and Money from the weak.

But sometimes, he liked to take a break from the plundering and killing ad treat himself to the peacefulness that the sky had to offer.

He was enjoying the peace, until his Right-Hand man, a Dunmer named Fovedres Adryrel, came up to him.

"Sir, we are coming up on another ship." He says. "It appears to be just another band of pirates. Shall we take action?"

Mashel doesn't even bother to look up. "Load the guns and destroy it."