Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20161227032446/@comment-26383377-20161227192831

The Ruinous bane had it's sails raised, it crashed through the waves, refusing to submit to the ocean's whim. Adam leaned on the railing on the deck, gazing out at the sea. This ship represented who he was, how he acted, what he believed in. He was a part of it, and in turn, it was a part of him. H looked up at the rain as it dropped down on him, he enjoyed it, the cold made him feel... Alive. He strolled back and forth across the steering platform, noticing how his first mate was adeptly handling the wheel. She was a loyal, stern first mate, she spoke on his behalf and dealt with the crew members. Adam remembered back when she didn't even know how to load a musket, look at her now, ordering men about as if it was in her blood to do so. Well, she was an elf after all, so perhaps it was truly in her blood.

He looked over into the seas, unholstering his pepperbox flintlock pistol. He admired the craftsmanship of his weapon, a multi shot flintlock pistol, crafted by an old friend, a dwarven smith. Adam always loved the dwarves' craftsmanship, such a complex weapon, but such a simple form of use. Just point and shoot. He looked down the barrels, ensuring that each barrel was loaded, before sliding it back into its ornate holster.

(lol)