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I guess they can't sense the energy...that is good. The less they know about me, the better, at least until I know I can trust them...

"I shall help them then..."

*Septim walks off and starts replacing broken boards.

VII. The Forest's Secret

Once Ragnarr understood about the Blue Ray's terrible conditionfrom Kon, he nodded silently. He took a small parchment and wrote quickly:
~---~
Lord Seloc,
Send a boat with five to ten men on the close shore. We will be needing timber to supply our repairing needs. I will send some as well.
Ragnarr
~---~
He attached it to the Raven and let it loose towards the Blue Ray.
He had gathered nine volunteers to come and set up the timber camp while the rest were busy with the repairs. The longship sailed slowly towards the shallows and stooped seven meters from the shore. As Ragnarr jumped off and splashed in the shallows, he looked towards the land. It was an oak forest, not very dense, yet fresh with its green leaves and warm with the sun rays falling between the leaves.
As soon as they reached soil, they started clearing the area from bushes and small trees. After that they quickly made a small shade from the young trees and leaves and a short pallisade. By the time they started chopping trees, it was midday.
Ragnarr himself went deeper in the forest to see it he can find a Bloodwood Tree so he could pray to the Old Gods. As he went deeper and deeper, he passed by streams, ponds, flowerbeds and century trees. He finally found what he was looking for. The Bloodwood was so tall that its top was hidden behind the leaves and branches of the surrounding trees. Its brownish-red bark was covered in moss and flowers, which seemed to have been there since the tree was.
Ragnarr struck his sword in the soil before the tree and kneeled, leaning on his weapon. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, his lips were moving as he was saying a silent prayer.
Meanwhile, a dark figure was approaching him unseen and quietly...

Verll was also one of those who stayed behind. But he was sewing together the holes in the sails. He looked at Septim smashing his finger in, and had to laugh a bit, but while he was laughing he managed to pierce himself with the needle so hard that it almost went right through his finger.

"OUCH!!"

    Having studied the hole in the Blue Ray, Erunion knew what he needed. Walking forward, he chose an oak. With a mighty cra*beep* uprooted itself, than the layer of bark peeled off, with the wood slowly widening and changing shape. Eventually, the wood was the size and shape of the hole. Keeping it elevated beside himself, Erunion walked towards Seloc.
    "Seloc! Will this do to mend your deck?"

    Walking forward with the piece of wood, Erunion saw a bloodstained Ragnarr. "Blood and ashes! What happened! Johansen! Alteran! Toreanan! Gather everybody in! Take all that you can, we may have to leave for the ships!"

Night came. The boats rowed slowly towards their ships on the silent water, reflecting lights from the ships and the distant stars above. Ragnarr had always heard of strange happenings on this island. It was vast and plentyful on trees and fertile lands, yet when ever someone came to set up a colony, no one heard of him again. Once, a sea captain Ironfounderson had passed by the shore to gather supplies for his way home. Yet when he came back he was mad from terror, his crew was halved and dying from strange wounds and disseases. Maybe it was a foolish thing to do to come and repair the ships on the shore of Kurthyle Island, but it was either that or with damaged ships in the raging sea, which was maddness.
Once his rowboat reached the longship, Erunion and Ragnarr, as well as the others came aboard.
"Sir Bacardi, organize the watches for the night. We'll be needing more, I think." Then he turned to the rest. "I'll take the first watch with Kormac, Hereward and Olaf. The rest, try to get some sleep until it's your turn. Make sure your weapons are ready beside you. Septim, you'll take the second watch with a few others of your own choice. Bacardi, you have the last watch."
As the men dispersed to their work, Kormac came close to Ragnarr.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
"Dark elves. They'll attack us this night, I'm sure of it,..."

[ Seloc, presume you have recieved a raven with a message that there would most likely be a fight ]
[ Sorry if I'm not mentioning some of the players, I am busy these days and have difficulty organizing and connecting everything. The map will be delayed. ]

"Dark elves! The heathens! Blood and ashes, pirates are more than enough. I'll keep my men on guard all night. They'll be able to see in the dark with a simple spell. Keep your men ready at arms. If there is a fight tonight, we will need every hand, and all of them armed."

{OOC}Ok, thanks.

Verll has always been handy with a knife and sat toying with one when he heard
"TO ARMS!"  Yelled out by Ragnarr. He had not been sleeping because he could not sleep thinking of the dark elves out there.
He had a number of hidden knives around his clothing. He drew another one now as he runs towards the dark elves.
He threw both his knifes, each penetrating the eyes if the enemy.
"Two down" he thought to himself.
He just managed to get a knife from each of his sleeves before it went in close combat. He could not think of anything else then dodging and when the chance, stabbing. He dodged a blow to his head, and in one fluid motion ducked under a swing at his neck and sliced open a belly. He continued to dodge and occasionally stab the elves when he had the chance. It did not go long until he had several little cuts.  Suddenly when he was sidestepping a blow, he slipped on a pool of blood, and saw the sword coming down at him...

    The Naergothrendarins were fully awake when the attack came. Unfortunately, the Dark Elves had somehow managed to get through the alarm ward without being sensed.
    "Hell and damnation! The enemy are upon us! Hold them back! Into pairs men!" Following the bellowed orders, the Naergothrendarin Elves ran into pairs, one assisting the other at all times. "Slay these heathen scum! These filth have sworn themselves to darkness! They will have no mercy at our blades! Forward!" Charging forward, the Naergothrendarins met the Dark Elves who were already on board, cutting their enemies deeply with the mighty Trendarats, parrying blows with the forearm guards, and driving the rose-thorn spikes into the thighs of the Dark Elves, with well placed kicks. The assailants however were agile, and avoided the near-impentrable spots on the Naergothrendarin's armour.
"Johansen! Light up the deck!" In response to those words, a great flare of light burst out above the deck, and remained suspended there. "Alteran, with me!"
Charging forward the two Naergothrendarin lords were devastating. Where the magically forged blades struck, great gouts of flame burst out. "Alteran! remind me to thank Yerasal the next time I see him! This armour has already saved my life thrice!" Dodging or parrying blows, and striking with lighting speed and snakelike motion, Erunion slashed the head off of one elf, broke the spear of another in two, the blade continuing on to the body. To the left he ran, never seeing the sphere of darkness that smashed into his body, sending him flying....

                                         

[ Lineage is the closest I got to a dark elf. Forgive the poor image supply. ]

As Erunion mystical light and fire lit the whole ship, it was as if the dark elves lost something. Dark fumes arose around them, as they started to fight more fiercly.
Ragnarr had his sword out and had nearly gone berserk. After the first wave of dark attackers had hit them, he had two arrows in his hand, one in his leg above the knee and three slashed on his chest and shoulder. A spear had hit him, nearly hitting his chest, yet only taking off some of his flesh from his side. He was choking blood. Yet he had forgotten all his pains by the time the second wave swept the deck. The only thing that existed now was the enemy and the sword in his hand.
"Yarr!" he shouted as he swung with his whole force towards three dark elves. Even though they were legendary for their quick dodging and stealth movement, his great-sword had taken off the head of the first, opened a gushing wound on the chest of the other and took a part off the third's arm. He slashed again, this time at some elf at his side, readying for an attack with two blades. Ragnarr's sword hit the first blade, sending it flying to the waves, yet the other was too quick for him. It came as quick as some demonic force, slashing at his face, opening a wound on his cheek, nearly taking away his eye. The northman stabbed in fury, killing the attacker at the instant.
The dark elves had lost the cover of darkness because of Erunions spell and lost their confidence in attack in front of the furious northman...

*Seloc was being dragged to the back of his ship by friendly hands. There had been no other dissasterous events such as Seloc's to other members of the crew as far as he could being half awake and sprouting blood isn't exactly the best way to gather information.
 A dull slice, and a man's head landed on Seloc's headbutting him into the wood, knocking him out,

looks like I'm not the only other injured member, there one other at least*

{As an FYI, My guys (Except for Fintar and the now dead Frelan) Are not from this world, and use a different type of magic. Therefore, we cannot be sensed (our mages create a warding around themselves to make it seem like they can be sensed when they don't want to confuse the poor locals) and we cannot sense you either...}

"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING ON THE BLUE RAY?" yelled Ragnarr between to slashes.
As he looked towards the other ship in a moment of a second, things did not seem very well. The Stormborn was only about ten meters away from the Blue Ray, and he could clearly see what was going on. Me were fighting with quick dark figures, screams of pain, terror and yelps were heard. Yet he did not see Seloc anywhere.
Ragnarr had calmed down after his nearly berserking mood, of which he was really ashamed. This had not happened to him in a very long time. He preffered to be calm, coldblooded and quick in his actions, as he was once again after he had a drink of a bottle of mead, randomly found in the chaos on the deck.
He looked around. A dark elf was preparing his arrow to send against Kormac, who was meanwhile hacking with his axe. Ragnarr quickly made a high slash against the unsuspecting elf, cutting his left arm off. Then he spinned to dodge several attacks, after which he slashed low cut high, dodged, ducked, then stabbed and punched with his hard first. Three dark elves were down.
The attackers were getting less on his longship, as they were only seven of them still on board fighting, outnumbered by his fierce crew.
He knew they would quickly be cut down. He raised his sword after killing the closest enemy.
"To the oars! Onwards to our brothers, they need help!" he yelled before he ran to the rudder oars.
The dark elves on the Stormborn were almost defeated. The men who were not busy fighitng quickly took the oars and started rowing, as Ragnarr steered towards his friend's ship,...

[ Bacardi, where are you? ]

The longship gained speed across the low waves quickly. They men were rowing with their whole force and will to help their brothers on the Blue Ray. The Stormborn lightly passed the small distance in what seemed a moment of a second and stopped steadily by the other ships board, the two of them being parallel, leaving only a meter in between.
"Onward! For our brothers!" yelled Ragnarr as he left the oars to Kormac and started running towards the other ship. The men at the oars quickly left them and started jumping over the small patch of sea to help the Blue Ray's crew....

*A group of 10 sailors cluching there weapons, had surrounded Seloc's body and the bodies of the other fallen solider. Gamely they held their position, lunging and slashing their enemies. This was happening everywhere around the ship, infact seven sailors had managed to cut away the resistance and were holding the starboard side of the ship. Stopping the dark eleves in the forest from helping their comraides on the ship, not that they needed help.*

*Septim slashed in an arc, cutting off an elf's head and legs, Septim then snatched the fallen elf's blade just in time to block two blows. He pushed his blades forward and the elves fell back, Septim then stabbed both of his blades into the fallen elves. An arrow flew into Septim's leg, piercing his leg, and then a sword came upon his back, creating a long deep gash. Septim roared like a wounded dragon and turned, slashing down his attacker. He then ran at the archer and jumped in the air, he brought his blade down upon the elf and sliced him in half down the center. Septim turned towards a large group and ran into them, he blocked two blows and returned them with a stab, he then swung around and chopped three elves in half, he turned and almost killed a northman, but stopped his blade in time and turned to an elf.

"You're lucky!", yelled Septim as he jabbed his blade into an elf's neck.

Northman: "Sorry sir!"

Septim kicked an elf over the side of the ship and roared. He then realized that he had killed the last elf, they had won.

*Septim was about to stab his sword into the ship when a rope was lowered, he climbed up it quickly and jumped over.

[OOC]Lol Can I delete my own posts?

Laughing, Lord Alteran said to Ragnarr; "We are cousins, but we don't look that much alike! Some Dark Elf sorcerer has a few of our men unconscious, and the Dukes one of them. It's not life threatening, so Johansen here is healing what is lethal. Look, he's going to Seloc now. The rest of us will just keep the men alive long enough for Johansen to get to them." Poor Johansen's going to be exhausted...

[ I'll be gone for 24 hours so you lads feel free. Septim, your takin' my place as game master. When I get back I'll PM you. While I'm gone presume I had too many wounds or something.. ]

[Fine, I'm back. This thread doesn't seem very active, yet I shall continue it anyway. ]



VIII. The Raging Sea

Everything after that blured into Ragnarr's mind. People had started repairs that night, immediatly, unwilling to await another wave of the dark creattures of the forest. Others were being treated below deck by elves. It actually didn't matter. After time Ragnarr simply closed his eyes as he was laying on the commander's deck, looking at the night sky. The dark thoughts from the back of his grim mind rampaged through out his dreams yet again.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Septim, looking at him. Ragnarr heavily stood up, realizing he had bandages on his body.
"What is happening?..." he asked the second in command.
"You were very tired, sir. I took the command while your wounds were treated by the elves."
"How long have I been sleeping?" the northman asked.
"About twelve hours sir, not much for a man after that fight."
Ragnarr nodded. He looked around. Sir Bacardi was at his post, talking with Kormac and Verll about something. Erunion was speaking with the other elves. Others were either at their posts, or doing simple repairs to the longship. They were still at the bay, yet farther away from the shore.
"Were are the rest of the men?" asked Ragnarr, noticed not all of the crew were on board.
"On the Blue Ray, sir. Helping out with the repairs. We decided it would be quicker that way, since we should leave as soon as possible. I thin they are returning right now,..." Septim was right. With small quick-made rowboats, at least half of the Stormborn's crew were heading back. The repairs on the Blue Ray were made crude and quick. They were not finished to the ideal, yet they would withstand the raging sea and further repairs were always possible while at sea. Everything was better than another attack by those heathen elves.
As soon as the men got back on his ship, Ragnarr ordered setting sail off into the sea. After he sent a raven to the other ship, the men started lowering the sail and grabbing the oars. The sea was raging today. Strong northen wind with high waves, yet not hard. Grey clouds had gathered above them, yet even if it would rain there would not be a strom, of what Ragnarr's experience was sure.
The two ships slowly headed towards the opening towards the Sea of Sorrow,...

{OOC: You are the driving force behind this very entertaining RP. Without you, nothing happens...}

As Jonny walked around the deck with Veryll and Kormac, they heard the shouts Seloc was giving to the rest of the crew on the Blue Ray.

"Good old Seloc. There may be something wrong with him, but dam him, he wants to get his ship up to speed, instead of gettin himself helped out." Jonny and Kormac continued to patroll, as Veryll went the other way, to see how the captain was doing.

Just then, they heard Seloc sputter up some more blood, and kormac went to see if he was alright. Darius walked up to his old friend, and told him what he had heard and seen.

"Sir, we have a problem. You remember the poweful amulet thing. And the mage last night, the evil one? Well, he found out about it, and I think they're after it. Its going to make a real problem for everyone if they do. This isn't about Ragnarr and his friend anymore, we're going to have to try and save the whole blasted world."

With that, Darius walked away, his report complete, not even giving Jonny a chance to thank him. It was going to be a crazy night at sea, agian!

[OOC:They are right Ragnarr, you control it, your the one making this RP work, we all just kind of sit around and say stuff. We need ya, eh!]

Verll was standing right next to Johnny when Darius told  him about the amulet and saving the world. Verll did not know what this amulet thing was, but he knew what saving the world was and he remembered well those Dark Elves. Verll walked up to the bow and decided to hold extra good watch tonight. Standing there he, he checked his knifes were okey, and ready to be used at any second he might need it.


[OOC]Veryll?