Screams of men and Daedra alike filled the air, each man in the defense of the shield wall fighting to survive against the endless waves that battered against them like a roaring sea. It wouldn't be long until the wall broke... Daedra had come from the sky like a plague, countless hordes ravaging the land as Lucius and his men stood on the brink of defeat.
The sea breeze blew as the ship said over the ocean blue. Carrying a crew of around 20, Jin was fresh on the deck, a group of pirates sailing on the ship they called the Wretched Wench. They drank, stole, killed, and drunkenly sang sea shanties. Jin mopped the deck as he looks out to his new family after leaving his dull life at Woodhearth.
“Do you think I should make more poultices?” she asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the pair in the wake of their first visitor’s leaving. Taking back up the comb, she sat before the crackling fire and resumed working at the tangles that so easily found their way into her ruddy red hair.