Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20161227032446/@comment-26178112-20161227191525

(Yeah... I'll start us.)


 * March 10, a stormy night... Rain falls upon the waters and a high elf ship, repainted red, is skirting through the rough waters like a blade through hot butter... Elameli was doing inventory of the ships food storages.* "Ten tons of bread..  *She stretched and sighed.* Elameli thinks we're wasting this stuff."

(By stupid, I meant just calling herself in third person XD)