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Ten years later...

Septim sat in his study reading an ancient scroll taken from the Eastern hordes, it cronicled the adventures of Rah'Him, an Eastern king and adventurer. Septim chuckled at how tall the tale was and wondered how tall his own tale would be when he finally dies, he was now quite old, but looked not a day older than he was on his first adventure on the Stormborn, at that thought a servant walked in.

"Milord, a man by the name of Rufus Grollus is at the door", said the servant.

"Let him in", said Septim.

An old man, around sixty, walked in fifteen minutes later and Septim shook his hand.

"General Septim, how grand it is to see you", said Rufus.

"And you too old friend, to what do I owe this pleasure?" asked Septim.

"Well, this is not a social visit, the Emperor asks if you would do a service for him, you are the only man for the job, you are the only westerner who actually enjoys sea travel", said Rufus, "A ship of ghosts has been raiding settlements and towns all over, it seems to be able to travel leagues in minutes! Would you take up your sword once more and do this service for the Emperor?", asks Rufus.

"Of course, I expect to be well paid, and I would like the title of Duke that has so long denied me", said Septim.

"Done, do this mission how you wish, but do it as quick as possible...I'd rather not have more innocents die...", said Rufus before walking out.

***

Septim sent letters to all of his former crewmen, and other hopeful seamen he had never met, the letters were delivered quickly by couriers, they requested that the person recieving them go to Septim's castle in the town of Vertilon, just south of the Northern border.

Sign-ups:

Captain - Gorris Septim

Second in Command -

Navigator -

Medic -

Melee Master -

Archery Master -

Magic Master -

Quartermaster -

Cook -

Ballista crew -

Crew members -

Sailmaker -

Carpenters -

Catapult crew -

I'll be the medic.

*The middle aged man looked at the huge castle before him. He was dressed from head to toe in white and all thought his was only in his 30s he had a head of whitey grey hair. The only thing that wasn’t white was his dark brown belt that held his family’s large hunting knife. In his right he had a medic bag which held his equipment and his white apron (which was in fact was red with blood stains from his work). Ever since he was a boy he had wanted to explore but his farther had been extremely strict and made him learn to be a doctor But now he could and he could use his knowledge of medicine to help. He started to walk to the castle and wounded what they would think of his name with is profession. His name was Deathuelf.*

I'll be Navigator, although I'd like to be Second in Command, finally... Why do people always jump in before me!?!?!?

There he stood, slightly over 6 feet. Dark brown hair falling lightly to his neck, blue eyes revealing nothing of the man inside. He stands with dignity, pride and strength, a constant look of knowledge and thinking on his face.

His tanned skin scarred with the stories of the past, his fathers hatred, his uncles abuse, the torment from his brothers, all of which has made him stronger, if not wary. He is clothed in  Robes of Black, with the symbol of a silver wolf upon his breast, seemingly coming to life in the moonlight. He calls himself the Wolflord.

He had heard of this expedition and hoped it might finally be the worthy trek he has searched for.....

He made his way to Septim's castle, wondering why it is pink? 

Wolflord Karac Report 4/24/2008 3:49:41 PM

There he stood, slightly over 6 feet. Dark brown hair falling lightly to his neck, blue eyes revealing nothing of the man inside. He stands with dignity, pride and strength, a constant look of knowledge and thinking on his face. His tanned skin scarred with the stories of the past, his fathers hatred, his uncles abuse, the torment from his brothers, all of which has made him stronger, if not wary. He is clothed in  Robes of Black, with the symbol of a silver wolf upon his breast, seemingly coming to life in the moonlight. He calls himself the Wolflord. He had heard of this expedition and hoped it might finally be the worthy trek he has searched for..... He made his way to Septim's castle, wondering why it is pink?

{Aye Aye Captain!}

[[OOC: Of course you're allowed, just no more controlling other people or adding plot points without my permission...]]

Plato walked through the gates of the port he was called to.  He wondered why he was called back to the port where his story all started.  He remember everything as if it was yesterday.  He was walking out of the rubble he was stuck in, seeing his famliy slaughtered, blood staining the walls.  He walked over to a sign that said 'Stormborn crew needed' and decided he wanted to get away from here.  He was the medic for the ship, and then, the serpent came and attacked.  He remembered Salacren slashing his blade at the creature, and his price to pay for it.  He was quickly healed and they set off to the next town.  The town was a town, with a tyrant as ruler, and everyone though he was a god.  How he got muck boy duty, althouhg, it wasn't really a pain, cleaning up muck, despite the fact Demonsul pointed his blade at Plato.  The, the next town.  Plato entered and felt his nuts hurt real bad.  He still doesn't know why.  Then, Demonsul saw the armor stalls and was mad, because all Borovian armor was soldier only, not for public sale.  Then, the entire townsfolk turned against the Stormborn.  And Plato... got his revenge.  Although, there is a chance that Kalert was alive, because the river went back to a shore.  But Plato hoped the worst occured.  Then the serpent from before and other ones came and attacked everything, including the rather huge serpent.  In the end, the Stormborn finished off the serpents to their watery graves.  Then, Plato remembered being pushed off the boat onto an island, marooned completely.  For a month, Plato slept on the shore, eating various fruits of the branches off trees.  Then, a ship came into view, heading toward the island, and it turned out to be a ship from the closest port.  Apaprently, inside the island forest was a mine that many pople got their living off of.  Perhaps Plato should have investegated that, but decided to get back to land.  For nine years, Plato worked as a miner, going back and forth from the island and port.  Luckily, the port was friendly, and did not attack him, as most he saw did.  Then, Plato made various appearances around the map, visiting several towns, and got a little item to remember all of it.  Then, Plato received a letter from Septim, and Plato took the next ship back to the port, where Plato is standing.

[[OOC: That's a bit racist...]]

Soon thirty five more men came, and ten more after that, all veterans of the sea. Septim walked out after ten more guests came, and stood in front of his guests.

"Greetings Erunion, Might, Plato, and the others who I have never met. For those who do not know me, I am Gorris Septim, if you have not figured that out by now...well, anyways, there are five rules on the ship, no murdering, no stealing, no fighting, no manipulation (god modding), and no vandalizing, follow them and you'll be fine. Now, we meet at Resdyn Cove in fifteen days, do not be late, it is rather cold up there for some people, so wear appropriate clothing for Zeta's sake, you are now free to leave at your leisure, I have nothing else to say..."

Septim walked out of the room and up to his own quarters, where he went to sleep, Grubbs watched the guests to examine their conduct, and after they left he closed the gate and retired...

***Fifteen days later***

Septim held in his hand the black staff of the East for a reason as he walked upon the snowpacked ground. He wore a coat of fur that Northmen commonly used, and at his side was his sword, Firengard, he wore a chestplate of Cidellian design under his coat and under that was an amulet given to him by his long dead wife. His pack carrying clothes and other items was upon his back. He hiked to the top of a hill and saw, out beached on the cove, the Stormborn, it hadn't changed at all. Septim hiked up to it to see that he was the first there, and used his grappling hook to climb the Stormborn and lower it's ramp, he then walked into the Captain's Quarters and put his pack upon his bed, he then takes a seat on his chair.

i will be the cook

:)

*Charley arrives Resdyn Cove wearing a thick cloak with a hood and his gear in his pack.  He approached the ship with the name "The Stormborn" and seemed to feel an aura coming from it. He saw that the ramp was down and he walked up onto the ship to see where the person who let the ramp down was*

Erunion, ignoring the cold, feels a wave of nostalgia flow over him as he walks up the ramp of The Stormborn.
Why in the seven hells am I still on this ZeTa forsaken rock? I should be with my people.

As he walks onto The Stormborn, Erunion sees Septim standing there.

"Greetings old friend! It has been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Yes I guess I am the archery master.  I have trained all my life with this yew bow and I just seemed to be called to this ship.  Odd isnt it?"

*Charley sat down on the deck and started working on some of his equipment and made arrows while then he saw sees two others walking up the ramp and speaking with Septim....he guessed they were other crew members and he stood up to go greet them*

"I am Charley de Ingolsted, the archery master with the crew of The Stormborn....what is your name and what is your skill?"

Charley took Deathuelf's hand and gave it a mighty shake

"Im hoping that I dont get injured but if I do ill feel safe in your hands......and ill make sure sure that doesnt happen too often (=D).....glad to meet you"

Charley then shook Erunion Telcontar's hand

"Ahh yes.  One of the most important people on this ship.  You are the person who keeps us from getting lost at sea and dying a horrible death by starvation and dehydration(=D)......im glad you are the navigator and not I"

Charley then went back to making more arrows and testing his bow to make sure it was in perfect condition.  He also spent some time sharpening his long knife on a whetstone he had in his pack

Charley saw Septim head for his quarters and found a room that seemed fit for the archer since it had racks on the walls for bows and arrows.  He took off his yew longbow and hung it on the wall and then took off his quiver of arrows which numbered about 50 now but he was making more constantly.  He then took off his long knife (ill just call it a sword since its easier) and hung it on the wall. 

He then removed a shiny, steel chainmail armor from his pack and folded it, placing it in a drawer along with several pairs of clothes.  His food he kept in his pack but he took out another yew bow that was suited for closer combat and faster firing and hung it next to the longbow.

He then removed some bracers, and chaps that would suit his archer gear.  He finally removed a golden mediallion with his family crest on it.  It was a family heirloom that his father gave him when he surpassed him in skill.  This was a treasure that he held above all others. 

Charley then made up his bed and sat down on it continuing to make his arrows, while listening for more crew members coming

Plato was wearing a heavy leather coat, and a warm leather cap, and a lot of other leather items to keep warm.  He was glad he was back here, for truely, Plato had no where else in the world to go.  He had no family left, all the friends he knew were either dead or in hiding.  He sighed at the fact he was with charley, although, he had absolutely no idea why.  (lol =])

[[Might, he meant innocent people that have done nothing to harm you.  Like killing kids or homeless people, or people trying to hide.  And stealing is just dishonourable.  And so is godmodding. [[[Sorry Demonsul...]]]]]

"What in the seven hells! I'm bunking with both Karac and Deatheulf??? How is that even possible!?!?!? I smell a logistical breakdown..."

Plato said to himself, Why do I always get supply duty?  Plato went to the local market to get food and water, and saw that there was barely any left.  Apparently, the ghost ship had destroyed many supplies coming in, and many other farms.  Plato bought the food and water.

[[So I don't get kicked in the nuts again, I'm not going to say Karaac is going to get the weapons, powder, and cannon balls, though he probably will...]]

[Okay, what Septim said.]

*buys balista and catapult ammo*

*comes back onto the ship, and takes a nap until the ship heads North, or the city attacks, or the ship attacks us or blah blah blah*

*falls asleep*

*Charley wonders where the hell Karac has been (probably asleep belowdeck for the last few days) and shouts a hello to him from the top of the ship while also waiting for the rest of the crew to return*

*wonders why Karac says everything is pink, then looks at Karac's Pink eyes*

"Oh, that's why."

*Septim returns from town with a group of engineers, they repair the ballista and the catapult, and Septim pays them, afterwards he walks to Erunion.

"Plot a course to Yellevon", says Septim.

With the ship getting under way, Karac checks the condition of the catapults, oiling the ropes, tightening the screws, and gathering the projectiles, feeling an impending attack.....