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*Might came back to the ship with a cart load of assorted weapons carried by the two sailors. He walks up to one of the sailors.*

"Why is everyone hurt? Did I miss some kind of battle?"

[[OOC: I felt that way too, now I am not too lazy anymore!]]

ok?>?>?

*Seloc was awoken abruptly by Finre.*

Finre:"Captain!! the 'Stormborn's' under attack, there's fire everywhere."
Seloc:"What!? fire?"

*Seloc jumped up, and ran for the railings. He could see the near to flaming mast of the 'Stormborn' and sprug into action immediatly.*

Seloc:"Kon see that everything flammable is moved below deck, Finre you put out any fires aboard the 'Blue Ray'."
Kon: "Right Captain."
Finre: "On it."

*Even as Seloc said it, the flaming trail of fire arrows swept up and landed upon the deck. Seloc motioned the nearest five men to follow him and he jumped of the ship and went in search of the source of the arrows.*

[lol forgot you were on my ship, my bad 0.o]

Ragnarr's eyes dulled from the fire, yet he still spotted the shades running from the Blue Ray and his own longship. He emptied the bucket from the water with a mighty thrust. Moments later the veteran crew was slowly reducing the flames, which had stopped licking the mast. Only small fires, spread on the deck remained and the crew quickly acted against them. No great damage was done, since the flow of enemy arrows was not constant, as the ambushers were spotted immediatly,...
Ragnarr threw the bucket on the deck and grabbed his sword hilt.
"Lord Bacardi, Verll, garb weapons and come with me. Erunion, you're coming as well. Thoren, finish off the task,..." He ran down the boarding plank and followed Prince Septim, who was searching a good position for a shot.
"Come, we're going to finish this even if we have to follow them to hell,..."
"That is probably where they want us,..." Septim grinned.
Ragnarr, followed by his closest battle commrades, ran after Lord Seloc, who was cutting down an ambusher,...

Verll grabbed sword and ran after Ragnarr. He was not as good with this weapon as he was with the daggers, but he was not bad either.
He cut down a man which ran in his way and blocked a swing from a big sized man. Verll quickly stabbed the man in his belly and ran after Ragnarr

"Loose!" a bark-like shout came from the ambushers' commander.
Ragnarr, Seloc, Septim, Bacardi, Erunion, Verll and Might, as well as other northmen, sailers and warriors had cornered the men in black silks and light armor in a small market square with only narrow streets to run in to. They had no chance, but they were speedy and quick, swift in their jumps, and half had already escaped through the narrow alleys.
They were slipping away.
A few arrows fell around Ragnarr, who spinned and made high cut, taking a man's chin and neck. Then he made a hack in another's chest from the side.
"Don't bloody let them escape, damn it!"
He rushed into the alley where most were escaping from and slashed an ambusher's hand off, after which he kicked him out of the way and started following the raiders through the narrow streets heading east,...

[ We are going to chase the ambushers to their "nest". It is going to be a long night of city persuit through narrow alleys, streets and stairs,... ]

Septim remembered his elite training, for he was once one of the strongest, fastest, and deadliest soldiers in the old Empire, yet these enemies were also swift, yet Septim doubted their strength.

The black cloaks split up, and so did they.
Ragnarr was followed only by Eyjolf and Kormac - the rest had taken different routs. Lord Bacardi was persuing the ambusgers through alley parallel to this one further north. Prince Septim, Sir Verll and Erunion had taken a route further south of this one and Seloc was somewhere ahead with his warriors. Yet it was obvious in the end they would meet up in one place, and that place was the snakes' nest.
Ahead of Ragnarr ran about fifteen black robes, of which three turned round in a sudden swift move. Ragnarr was expecting that and stabbed his way through one of them. The other two were cut down by Eyjolf and Kormac.
They followed them through a narrow street. Ragnarr jumped over a few barrels the men ahead pushed in the way in haste. Then they turned right and climbed up some stairs and continued running and jumping from balcony to roof to column. Ragnarr followed closely.
Then the men ahead entered were back on the street. Through yards, buildings, alleys, shadows, bridges, among columns,...the persuit was close and long, until the ambushers met up with some others. When they looked back, they saw darkness. In the shadows, Ragnarr, Eyjolf and Kormac were hiding, unseen to the black robes, who continued forward, slowly, tired from the long run. Further ahead, a large group of balck robes was walking ahead, quietly.
"Ragnarr,.." a quite voice said.
Lord Bacardi was behind him.
"They gathered here. There guild is somewhere near." he said,..
And he was right,...

Damn this one's a good runner.

 Erunion was sprinting down the street. This one was probably the best human runner he'd ever seen, so it was going to take a while to catch up. Septim and the others were lagging a hundred or so meters behind, this chase had been going on for a while.
Just lead me to the vipers nest...
 Turning a corner, Erunion saw his query, stopped unmoving. Ahead were Ragnarr, Seloc and the rest. Erunion wrapped the man in solidified air.
"Thank you, you've done very well in leading me here." Turning towards the main group, he spoke;
"Ragnarr, what should we do with him? I'm certain that head of his has at least some useful knowledge..."

*Might follows everyone in with his dagger out.*

Seloc stared in awe.
Seloc: "By God!"
There in the middle of the room, was a dazzaling sight. The raiders they had followed were grouped in a circle, grouped tightly two deep. Four giant men stood holding chains just outside the circle equally spread out. The chains were of emmence proportion, the thickness of a mans skull at least and shining gold.
The chain lead to a gathering in the middle of a circle attached to a giant gold collar. But that wasn't the most unbelievable part. The collar circled the neck of the most enormous beast Seloc had ever saw, it had a vague human like appearance, two arms, two legs, a head. Except it's skin was molten flame, rolling in a swirling mass of deep blackness.
It looked like something conjured from a mine in a mountian from a film with a hobbit and a ring and a giant evil guy in......
Confusion followed awe as Seloc was asking himself where that had come from....and what a film was....

Ragnarr: "...We have to slay that, forward lads!"
Septim: "Yes right....well then ummm yes..."
Erunion: "I'm too young to die : ("
Might: "HA ha ha ha ha.......o crap."
Jonny: "Well you know what they say......just add water."
Verll: "O, yes lets spit on it till it dies....."<sarcasm>
<Some other people said some stuff but I forgot who else plays.>

As the group stood there they were notice and the ring of raiders dispersed running for the doors at the side of the room. Gathering their wits Jonny and Might ran after the raiders but when they arrived at the doors they were all locked. The four strong men and the giant were left, and when they were sure everyone had left the strong men dropped their chains, and picked up their weapons.
The beast was now free and on a rampage, it ripped one of the strong men up in seconds with its unnatural claws, then it charged for the group of onlookers. The remaining strong men ran to cut the groups exit off.

Seloc: "Told you eleves bring bad luck....."

Ragnarr looked around as he walked ahead. The hall was all luxury and exotics - no money was spared creating this place splendid.
No body awaited them. This was a trap. They all knew it.
They also knew that it will all end here.
Ragnarr walked up the main broad stairs ahead of them, made from ebony and bronze. They lead to a corridor, which hopefully lead to where the leader of these ambushers is.
Everybody were on their highest guard. Lord Seloc, Prince Septim and Lord Bacardi had their baldes out, looking around for any potential traps or threats, walking silently after Ragnarr. Erunion was doing some spell, mummbling quietly elven words of magic, yet he also held his sword-staff firmly in his hand. Might and Sir Verll were close behind, followed by the rest of the warriors - about twenty northmen.
*beep*stacles. No guards. They were expected, obviously...
They reached high doors, casted in gold and silver, covored with a universe of gems, rubies and diamonds. Ragnarr opened it, barely slowing down his large pace.
Inside waited at least a hundred or more of the black robed ambushers. They had formed a semi-circle around the doors, yet had their blades in their sheaths. In the centre, right in front of them, stood a figure.
By the swarthy face, roughened by sand storms, the black-grey beard hanging from his fierce face and the impressive half-helm with chainmail hanging around the rims, one could immediatly understand thsi man was a quarbic warlord. He too was wearing black robes, with silver decorations and shiny, almost symbolic light armor. He had his sword in his sheath, hanging from his leather belt.
"We can settle this matter here and now, like normal people, Stormguard,..." the man spoke.
Chain-mail rattle was heard from the back. Ragnarr did not turn to see the guards, coming to block their way from behind. He entered the hall, followed slowly by Seloc, Septim, Bacardi, Erunion, Verll and Might. The other warriors preffered to stay by the doors, neither inside nor out of the hall.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ragnarr asked coldly.
"I believe you have something mine,..."

[ Gah, how could thsi happen,.... Sorry it is all *beep*ed up, lads, but as I was writing it nothing was there before I posted it and now,... well *beep* happens,... ]
[ What say we forget what I wrote - ignore it and instead continue Seloc's post,...]

[ Anyway, should we continue your post? Mine seems more "monotonous" than yours ... ]

{Yours is good Ragnarr, but Seloc's is hilarious... And I love hilarity. Go with Selocs.}

[ um,... I don't mind which one,... if you people want Seloc's, then post first, I will be away for some time,... ]

[[OOC: Due to Ragnarr being gone for a while, I think Seloc should do it until Ragnarr can continue, BTW, I am leaving for five days starting tomorrow]]

*Septim aims his blade at the beast and blue energy strikes out at it, Septim remembers one of his grandfather's greatest phrases.

"You will not pass", says Septim.

*The beast roars in defiance, but Septim does not stand down.

"You will not pass!", yells Septim louder than the beast ever could, the beast charges Septim and Septim smashes the ground and a hole appears, both Septim and the monster falls in.

Seloc drew his saber, and charged the nearest strong man. He was holding a spear and sword, noticing Seloc approch he stabbed with his spe*beep*loc ducked under it, useing his saber as protection from the warrior bringing the spear down on his head, but having it horizontal sliding down the spe*beep*loc then ran towards the man, with his spear diabled, he swung his sword in to meet Seloc's head. Seeing the danger Seloc drew his short sword and blocked the blow, then dodged out of reach of the sword, but near enough to stop the man from using the spear.

"What the hell is happening over there?"

[Some jokes don't need to be contiuned. 0.o]

Erunion put his hands together, and a stream of fire leapt out, burning those in it's path as it turned aside. As it disipated, Erunion drew his sword, leaping forward he brought it down on a man, cleaving most of him in two, and throwing a burst of fire out. Kicking the body into another man, Erunion stabbed at another, backfisting him in the head, the spike ripping into his skull, then kicked another in the gut, sending him flying. Hacking into another man, Erunion continued his deadly dance...

*Might in the confusion of the battle Might sneaked away into a dark place trying to get behind the enemys.*

Striking forwards towards the hole, Erunion looked down. About 50 feet down was an underground river, and a cave, on the bank were Verll and Septim, both battered from their fall into the river, and shivering from the cold. Erunion was about to move to continue fighting, when out of the water the beast emerged. A black mass of slime, wings unfolding to leap towards the unsuspecting men on the riverbank. Why do I let myself get into these things...
Erunion yelled out, creating a flare in the cave, then leapt down into the river...

Attaching the light to the roof, Erunion swam out of the water, quickly evaporating the water on his own clothes. Quickly kneeling over Verll and Septim, Erunion heals their injuries, while the beast adjusts to the light...

{OOC: Being a fire mage, the corny joke possibilities here are endless. (I am the servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of Arnor! Dark fire shall not avail you, Flame of Udun! :P}

*Might picks up a dead mans spear and throws it into the back of a black robed man. Then he twists stabing at a man coming behind him.*