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Walking forward as the rain started falling, Erunion spoke to Septim.
"I haven't the foggiest idea! It's no egg I've ever seen, which rules out most types of dragons, in fact most types of eggs. Take it to the Lady! She seems to know a great deal about some things of this world, she might know! Here, I'll come with you."
Walking back into the cabin, Erunion saw that the storm was starting to pick up.
"Naergothrendarins! Get under the deck! You, Teskan, Helteon and Jornan, you are our sailors, stay up here and see what you can do to help, Johansen, get to your main cabin! You'll be healing the injured!"
With that, Erunion himself went into the cabin area, hoping Septim would follow him. By the light and the creator! What is that egg?

[OOC: Is this game based off Rune? And if it is may I join?]

{OOC: Something tells me that Septim is going to find more side stories as we go along... From what I've seen of this and Rune, it's a similar world, with many over-lapping characteristics, Ragnarr probably got the idea from Rune, but we are in fact making this up as we go along.}

Lord Seloc Report 10/23/2007 12:21:54 PM

[OOC: It not based on anything I believe we're making it up as we go along. Might you would be welcome to join, just find a place you can appear naturally, I.e prisoners like Erunion, or next time we land and need more crew. Septim how many side stories you gonna have? the amulet, the egg.......]

Lol, I WILL MAKE UP AS MANY AS I WANT!!! And all of this is going to funnel into one conclusion in the end...

*Septim followed Erunion through to the cabin area, holding his egg close to him.

First the amulet, now the egg! What the hell are the Gods doing!?

[OOC: Well then hurrry up and light the ship on fire! Ill join when i see a opening.]

"Seven hells, Jens, loosen the sail a bit, damn it!" Ragnarr shout was nearly unheard among the creeking ropes and wood, raor of the wind and bash of the waves, as well as the unending heavy battering of the rain.
By all means, it seemed that they were on their way out of the storm, as the wind became less strong and the waves less destructive. A collosal thunder boomed in the sky after the sky became white for a moment of a second from the strong lighting.
Another wave swept the deck. Thoren lost his ground and clutched the board beside him, which slipped through his wet rough hands. He was being taken away down in the sea when Ragnarr's hand grabbed his. Ragnarr nearly lost his ground, yet they managed to stay aboard.
The bow cut through the waves. Ragnarr looked back - the Blue Ray was right behind, steadily taking the waves smoothly.
The rain grew lighter and the wind - weaker. A spear of light came from the distant horizon, from where the sun slowly appeared. It seemed that they were at the storm's end...

[OOC: There are worse names, Ragnarr i'll let you pick Might up.]

[OOC:How bout I just keep Might as some kind of nickname that my former comrades gave me?Also im terrible with the grammer stuff.]

[OOC: Alright I pick Mightoral ,but Might will be my nickname. I am a ranger of some kind that knows some sea things.]

*The 'Blue Ray' was recovering, everyone on board was throughly soaked, equipment was scattered everywhere, one or two people were even tangled up in the mast. Seloc himself was leaning heavyily against the rudder oar.*

Sailor: "MAN OVER-BOARD!"

*Seloc jumped up and stared away in the direction the sailor was pointing, sure enought the was a black shadow floating on a piece of wood.*

Seloc: "Who is it?"
Sailor: "I don't know sir all crew members are accounted for."
Seloc: "Alright then, ropes over the side, someone fetch some blankets!"

*Seloc hopped back to the rudder oar and steered the ship in the direction on the shadow, break from it's position behind the 'Stormborn'. Althought the ship was fast the man kept bobbing around, and it took Seloc a condsiderable length of time before, the strange man could be dragged aboard.
The whole crew circled the man, out of curiosity, looking down on his lifeless form laided out on deck. The man spluttered as he slowly regained conciousness, Seloc addressed the half awake man in a commanding voice.*

Seloc: "You there, whats your name and what where you doing at sea!"

[OOC: I'm am captain aboard this ship,and I do not allow god moding. This ship is realisticly based.]

[Try to post more than two lines.]

"What were you doing at sea? And your whole name."

*Seloc and the crew were listening intently.*

[Jonny you know what a floater is right?]

*The 'Blue Ray' was sailing up besides the 'Stormborn', soaking up the beautiful weather, most of the crew aboard the ship were slacking off. Seloc was lying on deck with his eyes closed snozing gently.
The castaway was bellow deck asleep, unforunatly the man had fallen unconcious before he had given anything but his name. The whole crew were still non-the-wiser after a week of being with the man, except the physisan who could tell you the man was recovering from a fever.*

[I am a harsh man Ragnarr and I only plan on getting worse.]

[OOC: Sorrry it took so long to post my internet was down.]

*Might opens his eyes and looks around and sees a man over him and says, "Im hungry Gared wheres my mrning food?* Only then does he notice that this is not Gared but a very ugly man.*

[OOC: Ugly Man= Lord Seloc Bwahahahaha.]

Jonny began his rounds around the ship, He looked at the mast, and at the deck. He had Darius and two other men named Nolan and Hargarr lowered over the sides to inspect the wooding around the ship.

Aside from some scarpes, and a piece of the raining that was broken off when a herd of barrels came and broke though it, the ship seemd to be in fine order. some cuts in the mast, too, where visible, but they too, would be easy to fix.

Jonny went to report to Ragnarr.

*Septim finished his clean-up and disposed of it.

"I'm a warrior, not a maid...but...orders are orders..."

*Septim reports back to Ragnarr.

[lol Fighting over the dagger, and might I'm on deck the guy next to you in a random crew member, also as I am the captain I surgest you don't insult me.]

Finre: "Captian!, ...Captain!"

*Seloc was shock awake by the ugly Finre.*

Finre: "Captain! he's woken up."
Seloc: "Get off me! where is he."
Finre: "Crib three."

*Seloc rose slowly and made his way below deck, to interigate the person further.*

[ When I say make sure the mess after the storm is arranged, I did not mean Go and clean the place up. Give out the orders for it, damn it, you people are the ones who give commands,...]
[ I'll post the continuation of the story a bit later since I can't now,..]

[[OOC: I am the type of guy who will do anything he orders his men to do. If I ordered them to fight an army of a million, I would go with them. If I ordered them to kill a dragon, I would go as well...]]

*Seloc burst the door open, startleing those inside.*

"Ok now your awake sunshine, lets contiune the interigation shall we? Why were you at sea? Where are you from?"

*Seloc waited patiently for the answers.*

{OOC: So would I Septim, however you must earn the respect of the men beneath you, so that they will not question orders when it comes to the time to fight. Taking out a mop and cleaning a deck, well, that will lower you in your mens eyes...}

[Oy well this was when your guy went to run to get ya]

*Well err my names Might err well thats my nickname my real names Mightoral and my buisness is........ Wheres my dagger? I had it with me when my bosses ship sunk." Looks accusingly at Finre, "Did you take it?"

"I can assure you 'Might' no-one aboard this ship would lower themseleves to common theivery. Never-the-less where are you from? what ship did you sail on? and why were you out to sea?"

[ Can I just say that the dagger was on the Stormborn and Might is on the Blue Ray so what the hell is going on? Anyway, I won't wait anymore for this, I'm going on. Might, please see previous posts to understand how the hell this game is played,...]



The day went on, slowly and tediously, yet the crew had time to rest from the storm and enjoy a long drinking contest which ended with Kormac the winner. By the time it was over, the sun was starting its journey away from the blue sky, going down towards the distant horizon.
Light clouds appeared from the north-west. A light breeze passed. The calm sea quickly became unsettled and waves started bashing the longship, tillting it between the low sea waves. A cheerful yell by the crews - finally, they could continue on and leave the heat behind.
Ragnarr was on the commander's deck as usual, overseeing the deck.
"At the oars! Prepare the sail for wind from the north-west." As unusual as it seemed, a shadow of a smile appeared on Ragnarr's  face- a very rare sight.
"Lord Septim, send a raven to the Blue Ray asking about the man they found and infroming them of our course towards steady east, towards Quar-Ashel. Everybody else, at your positions."
Quar-Ashel was a port-capital of luxary and prosperity, much larger and more exotic than Highrock. It was located on the coast of the Land of Eternal Sands, inhabited by the eastern swarthy people, or how the northmen called them "quarbs" - a people of emotions and heat, science and warfare,... Few had the chance to visit any of their cities, and the ones who had never forgot them.
The wind grew stronger and the two ships slowly started to head towards the eastern waters,...

[ Sorry about that, quarbs are an equivilant of arabs, couldn't think of any other name for now,...] [ Might, we are in a more norse theme than old-school pirate theme, so try to keep up. ]

[OOC] What are the rules? And where are we playing so I can put somekind of country/village where im from.