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Ernie found what may have been a store at one time.  There were headless bodies scattered all over the area.  The stench of the corpses was horrid but Ernie was planning on entering to search for food and water. 

Right as he was passing in the door he heard a should in some strange language.  He screw his sword and managed to block the attack of a spear.  Three natives were apparently gathering what was left of the supplies of the town to be taken away when they left.  Ernie quickly backed out of the store to where he had the advantage.  Two of the natives came outside and would have regretted their decision if their lives were not cut short by two arrows that pierced both of their throats. 

The third one hid in the store until Ernie was forced to enter.  He grabbed one of the spears of the dead natives and threw it through the third native sticking him to the wall of the store killing him.  Ernie entered and found several sacks of grain and some meat but it was spoiled.  He also found several skins of water that the natives must have been using for their own personal use.  Ernie gathered the supplies and carried them to the ship.

Ernie then decided to head back out since several crewmen had still not returned.  He had walked to the far side of town looking for Septim and Arvious most importantly.  The smell of death was incredible.  There were bodies pinned to walls with spears, some had heads missing, some didnt even look human anymore.  It was inhuman. 

Ernie was about to enter a building that had several bodies piled in the doorway when he stopped suddenly.  Something was reflecting light in the doorway.  He saw that it was a very fine thread of some kind.  Ernie grabbed a nearby hunk of wood that was from part of the building and touched it to the thread.  The thread burned clear through it in a matter of seconds....the thread must have taken the heads off of the people as they panicked and ran.  As Ernie studied the thread he realized that there were more inside....and there was more carnage.  There were several bodies...if you could call them that....that were scattered in pieces on the floor. 

Unable to keep going, Ernie turned back for the ship and did not see anything.

Ant, who was asleep when the ship arrive in the port, collected the map and layed it out on the desk in front of him he soon had a course plotted to Jovudon, but told the captain this; "The wind will make it difficult to leave the port and slow us down on our way to Jorudon, the native's could have coursed this wind."

*Killer asks Ernie if he could shoot down a bird if possible sometime before the evening. He then went off, and went fishing for a while, Arvious having had been no use whatsoever.*

*Killer, hearing the commotion, rushes with some cooking utensils in hand, as fast as he can go with his stick. He throws the few knives with great accuracy he has with him, killing two and injuring a third. He knocks a head neatly against his saucepan, neatly tripping a man up. Unfortunately, the saucepan contained a fish Killer had manages to catch, and it sailed in amoung the fighters. It slapped a few faces on the way past, and then Killer followed it with his walking stick, twirling it this way and that, smacking a fair number of the foe down. Killer curses as one of the natives cuts clean through his leg, severing it from the rest of his body. The native, surprised not to see blood all over the place, is momentarily stunned. This gives Killer enough time to whack him across the head with his stick. He retrieves his stick leg and evacuates himself from the fighting.*

Ernie woke up to the shouts of Septim and drew his longbow and began firing at the canoe*beep*ting about 5 natives.  Then he began firing again as they climbed over the side of the ship and hit another 10 with pinpoint accuracy. 

Still high up in the masts, the natives could do little to stop him besides throw a few spears or shoot some darts that could not even penetrate Ernie's powerful leather and chainmail armor.  Ernie continued firing down on their heads with a nearly unlimited supply of arrows that he had been making nonstop for days.  Ernie counted a total of 30 natives he had killed by the time the fighting on the deck started picking up. 

Ernie almost fell to his death because Ant turned the ship and crushed two canoes causing the ship to sway back and forth, but managed to hang on.  The only problem was that Ernie dropped his quiver of arrows while trying to hang on. 

He shot off his last 2 arrows and then grabbed a rope nearby, drew his sword, and swung down to the deck.  He was flying over the heads of the natives and took 3 of their heads clean off.  He landed on the deck and began joining the crew in their fight against the natives. 

Ernie had about 40 kills under his belt ,but was no professional swordsman so he was not eager to be in close combat. He would be damned if he stayed and hid up in the masts of the ship while his comrades fought so he had to do something.

Ernie finds his quiver of arrows and if glad that he did not get hurt.  He was sad at the loss of crewmembers but was glad that they survived.  He went around collecting arrows that were still good and also cleaning his blade with a whetstone he carried in his bag.  He planned on practicing with his blade some more since he was sure that there would be a time when he would HAVE to use it. 

"Septim should we throw the wounded natives overboard along with the dead? Or do you have something planned for them?"

Erunion gets up out of his bed, wondering what happened while he was sick...

"Forgive me Septim, I seem to have fits occasionally when away from my people for too long. In our language this is called 'Iniasactivota.'"

{I'm sure you can figure out what that means...}

Ernie helps the crew throw the natives overboard and none of them regrets sending the savages to their doom of either drowning or being eaten by sharks.....they deserved it for the murder they committed in the village

The wind dies down so the ship can sail again, so ant sets the ship in motion again along his course to the the island Jovudon.

Septim walks around, refusing alcohol.

"I only drink alcohol if I'm at home, on an adventure like this it merely clouds your judgement and makes you slow to act...", mutters Septim.

Septim grabs a plate of food and sits down on a bench, he pours a liquid from his pocket onto the food and it turns purple. Septim begins eating, and after finishing he uses a rope to lower his plate into the water, he pulls it up five minutes later washed and sets it down at the top of a stack of clean plates. Septim then walks into his cabin. Septim closes the door and begins studying a map of the Evomort Isles.

Septim walks out and over to Ant.

"We aren't going to Jorvudon, there is a small fortress of civilized people on the second island, Hrov, we will go there...", says Septim.

Erunion, now fully recovered, paces the decks awaiting action...

*Killer has a nice relaxing day, as he has lots of food left over from the day before so he won't have to prepare any meals. He fixes his leg.*

*Ernie is saddened that Arvious is alive *cough* i mean ill, and planned on killin-i mean giving a very nice surprise to him soon*

=D

Erunion saw the proceedings on deck, and in his role as second in command he assigned both Ernie and Arvious to work together cleaning out the bilge and the waste closet. He assigned another of the crew members to watch them, and told them that any further disturbance would have them both locked in the brig.

*Ernie wonders what HE did X_x to deserve being hit over the head with a staff....its not like he did anything*

Cleaned out the bilge X_x 

*cleans the bilge without complaint*

"Like I haven't done this before," Arvious muttered under his breath.

The ship nears the fort, and when they reach the fort, natives are attacking. The ballista fires, and many crewmembers take up bows. After driving off the natives, they went up to a small dock built next to the fort. After landing Septim walks from the ship and approaches the dockmaster.

"Our Lord would like a word with you", says the man.

Septim recognizes him as a mixture between a northman and a westerner. Septim walks in to town and finds that half of the population is that way, with the other half being of western blood. Septim reaches the Lord's rather large estate to find the Lord to be a pure westerner. The Lord approaches and bows, Septim does the same.

"I am Duke Septim of Cidel", says Septim.

"Greetings, I am Lord Calduvan of Hrov", says Calduvan.

"This must be the results of the colonization party sent thirty years ago", says Septim.

"Aye, my father, Lord Noval Calduvan died many years ago, I am his son. Many of the westerners mated with northmen who crashed here many years ago", says Calduvan.

"Who is their leader?" asks Septim.

"Well, he's right behind you", says Calduvan.

Septim turns, and standing in the doorway is a man he has not seen in a long time.

Ernie kept an eye on things while Septim and Erunion went to meet with the leader.  Everything seemed fine for the moment.

Ragnarr could not believe his eyes. He was stunned.
"Septim?" he asked almost as if he was a demonic vision, unpure, joking with his common sense and logic.
Septim also looked shocked.
"SEPTIM!" now Ragnarr roared, and no one has ever seen Ragnarr with such a wide smile, as now the once cold and distant northman was laughing at the sight of his old true friend and battle commrade, his former second in command before the incident in the foggy sea happened.
Ragnarr was giving Septim a bear hug.
"What the hell are you doing here! Thank the Gods, I thought I would be stranded here on this bloody island! Everytime I attempted to build a ship the damned natives burnt it!..."
Ragnarr then noticed an elf watching him as well. It was not just an elf, but an old elven friend who has saved him as much times as there where hairs in his beard.
"Erunion, thank the Gods, its good to see you!"
For some's surprize, Ragnarr hadn't changed much - 27 years ago, during the first voyage of the Stormborn, when he dissappeared in the foggy seas during their return home, was the last time any of them has seen him, be he hardly changed (due to reasons I shall explain later on). He was then 25, and now looked, almost unchaged - still taller than most, long, straight blond heair, typical northerner's face, neatly trimmed beard and moustaches, and icey, piercing cold eyes, that where now full of joy at the sight of his old friends.  

[ For those who are quite new the the Stormborn series, I am the captain from the first and original Stormborn thread, the founder ((: but now I'm just a player. ]

when ant heard that comment he thought didn't he just explain that?

"It is you, old friend! What in the seven hells happened to you?"

"Lord, would you excuse us for a moment?" Ragnarr asked the lord of the Hrov isle, who nodded in responce. "Here, follow me."
Ragnarr takes his two old friends into another hall, large and empty, and hardly a surprize, in typical northern decoration and style - wooden walls with ocassional presance of stone, whether in columns or base of walls, with massive wooden columns, carved with mythical creatures from northern mythology. There was a huge fireplace and that is where Ragnarr seated himself in a large wooden chair covered with fur. He showed his two friends places to sit and gave them mead in drinking horns.
"It has been twenty seven years,...and I have not seen you since that time in the foggy sea - the longship hit sea rocks in the fog, so no one saw it coming and, from the sudden stop, I fell over board into the sea, with no one seeing it. It was the same as disappearing - going over board in a fog is death. Before I could know what is happening I realized I was held by some beautiful sea creature, half-woman half-fi*beep*hink mermaid is how you westerners call it,...so there was a violet flash, deep with magical presance, and before you know it, I woke up on some shore on these forsaken by the Gods islands. I was too exhausted to do anything, so I thought that was it - I'll end away from my homeland, beached like an old wreck. But the Gods had other plans for me - a longship of northerners passed by and took me. They said they were going as colonists to here, Hrov. They understood who I was, Lord Ragnarr of the North! So they promised to get me back to my lands some how, after they reach Hrov, which was a few days journey. We reached here, but then those damned natives attacked and burnt all the ships. Ever since, every time we try making one, they burn it half-way done. I thought I'd never leave this place..."
Ragnarr takes a huge drink from his mead.
"I've been having constant battles with these natives, trying to protect these people here, who I grew to love as brothers. I even grew to love one woman here, yet she was slain by the savages..."
Ragnarr finished off his mead.
"I can see the shock in yours eyes that I look the same even after such a long time - there is a key of life on this island. It is hard to reach it, but there is. I did. Some special herbs, all diferent seven kinds of them , mixed well and with skill by a witch doctor, I think they call him the one of Shosho? Anyway...what brings you to this end of the world?" ....

[ Sorry I kind of controlled your characters, I hope you don't mind...]

One of Ragnarr's eyebrows lifted.
"Well, I think that the herbs I was talking about might be it."
Ragnarr stood up and grabed Septim's hand to shake it.
"I shall help you in your quest. And if you will have on your longship, I shall be immensly greatful, I want to go back to my fatherland, and feel the Stormborn's deck under my feet once again."