Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-31296352-20190212234157

Elias' armor clanked loudly as he all but sprinted into the room, out of breath.

"Lord....Admiral...Tully....."

Elias had to pause to catch his breath.

"There's an enemy fleet to our rear. Mistland ships, two dozen of them. They used the fog for concealment. They're still a ways out, but they are closing fast.

Is our rear guard ready? Along with our special surprise?"