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[OOC] Did I ever say were I came from?

[OOC] Hm...Well lets say I am from Anduril......Best thing I could come up with ;) I think I called one of my cities from the era before now Anduril....

*Septim pulled out a writing tool and wrote:

Captain Seloc of the Blue Ray,

Captain Ragnarr Stormguard has asked me to ask you about the man that you found in the sea. He also asked me to inform you that we are to go east towards Quar-Ashel, reply as soon as possible.

Signed,
Prince Septim of the Stormborn

P.S: I'll buy the drinks in town!

*Septim handed the note to one of his men and leaned close.

"Xarxes, send this to the Blue Ray...now"

*Xarxes ran off with the note.

[OOC: Stronger and Quicker! Thats extremely powerful!]

When they reached deck Verll noticed the rapier hanging by Jonny’s side. He grabbed Jonny’s shoulder, making him stop. Jonny stopped and turned around with a asking look on his face.
“What is it?” he asked.
Verll pointed towards the rapier.
“I saw that in a vision I had. I was touching it with this dagger.” he motioned towards the dagger on his belt.
“Vision?” Jonny asked with a doubting look on his face.
"Yes, when I touched the dagger I had a vision I had some visions. The first was about a man I have never seen before that took a dagger looking exactly like this one, from a dead man. The second was an image of myself carrying this dagger. The third was me touching this rapier with my dagger.”
“Why would you touch my rapier with the dagger, and what’s this man taking a dagger  that have to be either this one or a one perfectly like, from a dead man?”Jonny asked with the same doubting look.
“I do not know about the man, but I think I am supposed to touch your rapier with the dagger.” Verll said “Please, let me touch it to see what happens.”
Jonny drew the rapier, and pointed the hilt towards Verll.
Verll unbuckled the dagger and motioned towards the rapier.
“Turn it around, I will touch it with the emerald.” He said.
Jonny who started feeling like a fool, because of the sailors watching them, turned the rapier around, pointing the end of the blade towards Verll. Verll carefully touched it with the emerald on the hilt of the dagger. A spark came out of the emerald and moved over the blade. When the spark came back to the emerald, the rapier started glowing brighter and brighter. When it become so bright that no one could look at it, the rapier started twisting so bad that Jonny had to let it go. The rapier rattled it way towards a sailor. When it was right next to the sailor, the bright diminished and the it stopped twisting. The sailor looked doubting at it…

Verll looked at Ragnarr, then over at the rapier then at the dagger. He was still wondering what had happened with the rapier. He looked over at Ragnarr again.
"Well, captain...I am not sure. After I woke up in my room, I went to get the dagger that was on my desk. This dagger had managed, I think, to get stuck in the mast in some way during the storm, but anyways. When I first touched the dagger, I had three visions, one which included a man bending over a dead body and taking a dagger which could be this one's twin from the body, the second was me carrying the dagger and the third was that I touched the rapier with the dagger. And as you saw when I touched it with my dagger..Well you saw what happened.”

As Jonny looked forlornly down at his twisted blade, he felt so helpless, so unprotected. He wanted to be mad, but he was a bit more grief stricken to. He felt tired, like he needed to sleep. That blade had been everything to him, there was no other blade in the world quit like it.

Just as Jonny was about to kick it away, one of the crew members came forward and picked it up. It immediately started to transform in shape......into a giant battle axe!

the crew member dropped it really fast, it stayed as a battle axe. Jonny went and picked it up. It immedialtely changed shape, into the most beautiful rapier Jonny had even seen.

Jonny slowly smiles. He then thinks about a spear, and once agian, the blade improvements shape, into a spear.

One more time, back into a rapier, and back into its sheath on his side.Never had something so bad turned out so good.

[Yes your a crew member of the 'Blue Ray' from now on.]

{OOC: Once I incinerate you're leg up to your knee, you can be called Peg Leg Might... :P)

*Septim recieved the letter and walked over to Ragnarr.

"He says that the man recieved on his ship was no more than a common sailor, his name is Might, and the Blue Ray will be following us"

*Hmm I am indeed good with bows but, I am also good with Axes and swords.*

Might then goes to his position on the boat.

[Thanks I guess.]

*Septim holds a scope in his hands, looking at the ship on the distant horizon.

"Hmmm, the Syloson Trading Company, best to not reveal myself...", said Septim as he put away his scope.

[Are we on Viking longships?]

There wasn't only one ship ahead.
One would think it was a fleet.
And it was. A trading fleet.
Every single hour, the two longships passed by a large, quarbic galley during their month-long journey towards Quar-Ashel.
They met few obstacles - no storms, yet a few over-pompous pirates, all found their end in the sea with gashes of axes and swords on them. Sea brigands deserve a worse fate than that.
The two longships cut through the low waves, heading east, finally with their destination in sight...



"Amazing,..." said Kormac, staring towards the magnificent view before him.
The port was huge and busy, full with vessels from everywhere one could think of - Selenia, Mulendore, Kurth, Nyrrel,... The land was mostly sandy and barren, with large mountains visable in the distance, entangled in clouds and fogs. Yet the city itself was on the delta of a large river, Taa' Byallak - known for the fertile and green lands around it. The structures were all from white pale stone and hundreds of towers with golden pointy roofs, covered in beautiful threads of knots and decorations in various differenr splendid colours, shooted out from the crowded dense city into the clear cloudless sky. Among the luxury houses stood tall trees, strange and distant, unknown to the northmen. There were buildings one would think of palaces, or castles, or great halls, or temples, all large, magnificent, foreign and exotic with luxury.
The men kept silent in awe as they rowed towards the awfully busy docks, were with some luck they would find a conveniant place to set anchor,...

*A tide of awe swept along the 'Blue Ray' as they came into the sight of the city.*

Finre: "Dam thats nice..."
Kon: "Captain permission, to raise the sails, we want to beat the 'Stormborn'."

*Seloc laughed at the crew's egarness.*

Seloc: "Full sails people! anyone caught not pulling there weight can swim to shore!"

*The ship was instanly alive, every sailor, every solider was helping out, in the race against the 'Stormborn', except Might whom was excused.*

Seloc: "You there Might, make yourself useful, go stand there*Seloc pointed to the far side of the deck.* and shout at the 'Stormborn', see if you can make them race, would be boring if they didn't put up a fight."

*Seloc then leapt to his position at the rudder oar, and made strait for the port.*

"...... r a c e,   i t s  t i m e   f o r   a   r a c e !....."
Thoren grinned. Kormac smiled and looked towards his lord.
Ragnarr had a shadow of a smile on his face as well.
"At the oars! Jens, Olaf and Thirkir, loosen the  left standing rigging, Eyjolf and Ricmorn, tighten the bloody right cordage,..." his voice was loud and full with authority, yet with a speck of joy. His cold blue eyes had become lively.
The northmen hurried to their positions, muttering cheerful words and boasts, all ready to show their great sailing skills.
"Verll, at the bow! Septim, watch for any improvements in wind. Erunion, below deck, this is no time for wizardry,..."
The mighty thrust of oars in the sea water was suddenly felt.
The longship flew with ease across the sea waves, parallel to the Blue Ray,...

"Might go down bellow deck and get some sheets! there's no way I'm losing, you too Finre and Hadir!"

*The 'Blue Ray', drew ahead slowly ever so slowly as the 'Stormborn' was weighed down by the larger number of crew members. Seloc had no doubt that this advantage wouldn't mean much as Ragnarr was an experienced sailor, that knew all the tricks of the sea.*

"Dam you Might what are you standing around for, get going!!!"

The bow of the Blue Ray was steadily passing further, as the wind carried the lighter vessel forward.
Ragnarr's eyes were searching the water ahead for something. He found it.
He steered a bit sharper to the wind and for a moment the Blue Ray was ahead of them with at least a long seven, sailing further and faster by them.
Then Ragnarr steered down the wind.
"Raise the oars!" he yelled.
The northmen quickly pulled them inside as the longship had reached what was Ragnarr's destination - a coastal gust of sharper wind. For a moment it seemed they flew on top the wave that had formed, with no oars to drag along, white foams flying behind.
Ragnarr steered the ship back on its original course, and looked towards Lord Seloc's ship. The Stormborn's bow was ahead with two or three meters.
"Oars!" he yelled once again,...

*Might runs down to the hold and grabs a hand ful of sheets thne he brings that back up and yells, "Who needs more sheets?"*

"Seven hells,..." Ragnarr was puzzled by the odd actions taking place on the Blue Ray's deck.
Kormac was grinning at the sailers, holding the old white sheets.
Ragnarr focused on what lay ahead of them. They were getting closer to the quarbic docks, so he accepted that they were competeing on who would pass first the line between the first two watch towers.
"Raise the oars,..." he said in a loud, commanding voice.
The men raised them above the water, still out, still ready to splash in again.
"Loosen  the two cordages steadily,..." he called out at the men at the sails. They started letting the ropes pass through their rough skillful hands slowly.
As soon as the longship got on top the spotted wave, Ragnarr yelled:
"Tighten the sail two thirds, oars now!"
The oars splashed suddenly again in the water, cutting in it easily, and a mighty thrust pushing the Stormborn forwards, down the moving wave. At the same time the northmen at the sails pulled the cordages with their whole force, increasing the tension the wind made sharply.
It all resulted in an increadibly fluent, elegant and fast flight ahead, passing the Blue Ray's bow by a steady three meters.
They were getting closer to the entrance of the docks,...

*Meanwhile Might is running up and down the stairs with handfulls of sheets.*

*The 'Blue Ray' docked next to the 'Stormborn'. As Seloc dismissed the crew leaving 20 behind to guard the ship, there was a giant rush as the men leapt for the shore, not even waiting for the board. Seloc joined them.*

[ Ah, sorry, language differances, its the same as knorr, knarr and knörr (type of ship as well) ]
[ That symbol in the third word is supposed to be an o with two dots above it,...]

Jonny sits back with the captain and ships officers aboard the Stromborn, enjoying the good sight as the men scrambled over each other good heartedly to get on shore.

"So captain, where too now. I know this is the last port for a bit, so I'll have to restock on beer. Might want to get all the weapons sharpened here too, maybe buy some of those fancy blades they use around here, eh?"

"Well of course I wasn't referring to new weapons for me, haha, I could probably buy an entire armory for this blade, be king of this city if I wanted to, all for this blade. Haha, I'd like to see everyone leave this place with their weapons in perfect condition, a full contingent of arrows, at least one extra spear per person, if we can. We'll see. What do you think Ragnarr?"