Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24664052-20150921055751/@comment-112.198.90.45-20150928153919

Cold air brings unfathomable chill to the Templar crew of the Vulpecula, one of the recently gained brigs by the Templar Order. Spinning its capstan is its Captain, Levant Kresnik, a newly inducted Templar from Lescatie, and beside him is his Temporary Quartermaster, Nikolai Orelov, a Templar Enforcer of the Rossiyan Continental Rite, and the one who asked for Levant's aide in the boiling civil war of the country, as well as help him in his true mission...

Which is apparently the retrieval of an ancient relic left by the gods to humanity, a relic known as a Piece of Eden, or specifically, known as the the Staves of Eden. Currently, the said relic is in the hands of a noble named Stepan Puzharsky, an enemy of one of the Templar's associates, namely the Vasilievich family, making Puzharsky one of the Templar's newest targets.

"So, Quartermaster, are we expecting someone at the ports? Or are we gonna play adventurer and look for the Tsar's home ourselves?" Levant asks, cold air visibly coming out of his mouth as mist. In reply, Nikolai Orelov gives a quick statement, his voice deep and steely, fitting for a man of cold effeciency.

"Yes, captain. Lord Ivan's scouts should be waiting for us at Rossiya's multi-national port, The Frozen Tides. We could identify them by their black cloak that they wear. It should not be a problem if they are not around, as I remember clearly the directions to the Tsar's castle." Orelov states, looking at far beyond the direction in front of the Vulpecula. A silhouette of a tall building can be seen from the fog, prompting Orelov to make a declaration with a clear, audible voice that almost shouted, "Captain, I can see the Inn's silhouette from here! We are not far. We must simply keep moving forwards."

Understanding thos words, Levant makes a strong shouting command to his crew, allowing them to clearly hear his order as he bellowed them out, "You hear that, men?! Get ready to weigh anchor! We are approaching the port! And close the royals and tops! Go into half-sail and avoid crashing the ports docks!" Levant roared, making his crew move with speed and efficiency in executing the order he gave...

(Note: By the way, this is Levant's appearance. And this is Nikolai Orelov's.)