Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140113164833/@comment-3293219-20140113180923

==The Agro==

Caleb studied the map, dragging his ruler across the page while the rest of the crew drank and lusted over wart riddled tavern wenches from back home.

The dunmer had a disgust for all human life...

Whether they were Men, mer or beast, it didn't matter to him, he found all them to be pathetic animals that only driven by instinct. Well... everyone except Kelzar but he grew up a slave, he was never taught to lust over women or to crave poison, never taught the meaningless sentimental value of tradition.

As the pirate glanced over at his candle, he noticed that it was running out of wick, when it did they would collide with a thalmor vessel. He didn't tell anyone of course... why would he? Under the stress of running into a powerful foe, his captain would be distracted and Caleb could get that vital shot...

All of the planning, the many months spent with his ear pressed to the ground, listening out for every tremor and waiting for the earthquake... All of it was about to be worth it, Kelzar was at the helm if all was going to plan but even if the argonian had failed to drug the helmsman, lady luck was on his side. There was a dense fog around the sea of ghosts and not even a veteran could prepare themselves for this.

-tssssst- The wick had gone out, Caleb stood up and grabbed his swords, calmly waiting for the signal. He had to be in this room or it would look suspicious, he was orchestrating an accident and the only ones who will ever know will be him, Kelzar and that fool Sea Captain.