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Homestead

Did you say that it would take 30 years to get there? So characters would need to be older than 30 or they would be born on the ship.

Homestead

Very interested. I will be posting a CS soon.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

DeathStroke, how old is your character?

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Same here. I need to get you that PM. Sorry

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Can I use Alliana (probably spelled her name wrong) in my next post?

Also, I recommend an interest check be put up.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Sarel didn’t have to move. He was sat on the right side of the rock where Sharee had delivered her speech. For the most part Sarel eyed the waves that lapped up on the shore, he thought about the coming days, what would be in store for him and the crew. And, now that Sharee was standing atop a rock and everyone was staring at her, Sarel thought of her, too. What would happen between them tonight?

Sarel’s attention faded as he thought gently of Indaris, the Ash skinned beauty he’d fallen in love with while adventuring through Cyrodiil so many years ago. She was a dashing rogue, clad in leather and deceptively small. Her body curved at all the right points and Sarel could practically feel her skin under his. Then he felt the sting in his stomach. He recalled the near fatal stab she delivered one summer night, all wrapped up in the troubles of passion. Sarel didn’t know if he saw the same fate for him and Sharee, but he could assure himself that if the two entered a bed together, no good could come of it. He lifted his head back up to the where Sharee had been on the rock, he hardly noticed that she had moved back down with the rest of the group. He watched him talk, not necessarily hearing what she was saying, the sweet memories of Indaris kept calling him back to the lapping waves.

Sarel was able to pull himself from his own mind and back to the real world. He smiled at Sharee as she drew near. Before she reached him, and without drawing any attention, Sarel pulled a bottle of wine from his knapsack, and placed it gently on the ground. She seemed to still have a few more people to speak to. Sarel smiled again and waited on the rock. He was anxious, and exasperated. He felt like he wanted to make Sharee happy, like he needed to repay her for saving him, and, of course, he was still desperately attracted to her. Perhaps meeting her here was a mistake, but it would be one Sarel would be happy to live with.

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I will post tonight

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Is there a reason Sharee doesn't mind sharing her plans out in the open? We're still outside, right, despite the fact that it's late at night.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I'd like to make a suggestion: Time skip.

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Very bad post up.