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"Seven hells,.. lets bring him in some shelter."
Ragnarr took Mights motionless feet, while Erunion stood up, holding Might under the arms, carefully, trying not to further discomfort him. The wounded warrior groaned, but barely showed any other sign of life.
They hurried him across the windy bridge, passing by the corpses of the quick attackers, not caring that in a few moments, they would become a feast of crows and ravens, which already gathered in the sky above them, aware of the dead flesh.
Verll and Bacardi quickly opened the large oak doors, as the northman and the elf carried Might inside. They placed him on Kormac's fur cloak, laying on the floor.
"Erunion, you had best stay here and watch over him, for I fear we might loose him if left alone,..." Ragnarr said.
The elf nodded. "I shall..." he spoke silently, kneelinf by the wounded body, tending it with herbs and a few potions. He looked over his shoulder to face them. "What ever lays ahead,.. good luck..."
They left him there, and the sound of ten boots sounded in the small, abandoned looking hall.

Eventually they reached a marble staircase, which used to be majestic and fancy. Now, on its former white stones, layers of dust spread, only slightly washed away by dried and fresh streams of red blood, coming from the top of them. Two guardian statues flanked them - old, brozne, of two vipers, sticking out their tongues. One of them was partly ruined from several strikes and hacks.
"This place has been forgotten by the Old Gods,..." spoke Verll silently.
Septim shook his head. "The Gods have never known this place..."
Revenge was staring angrily and silently at the guardian statues. They obviously resembled something wicked for him, yet Ragnarr did not know his strange ways.
Bacardi was the first one to walk on the steps, turning after that. "Are you coming?"
They all followed him up the stairs, and where they finished, chaos started.
The doors were broken down, spattered with blood, ancient and old. The warriors passed through them into a large hall, which had collosall windows, with a scenic, fantastic view, which was blurred up by the fog. Huge, light red curtains flew from the wind, flapping unsettled. In the centre of the room, a stone throne, covered in gems and silver spikes stood.
There was a dried puddle of blood around it.
Ragnarr touched his charm, Thor's hammer, around his neck.
A figure appeared from behind the throne. It was short, but richly covered with silks and jewels, wearing a thin golden crown.
"G-g-g...guards,...k-kill the p-pagans!" it yelled, madly.
Had the warden lost his sences? Why was he wearing a crown?
For a moment before reacting, it all came up clear to Ragnarr's mind - who would not go mad in this place? And, once, this citadel was the capital of wizard kings, ancient and old. Obviously, in his maddness, the warden had made himself king and... slaughtered out all the prisoners. Why else were all the cells empty? Why else would there be so much dried blood all around?
Several shapes appeared from behind the side columns, with blades in their hands. The guards...

The guards stood tall, with their blades close to their black and grey clothes, the curtains whispered in the wind, the small warden walked off through the cold door with slight jolts of madness, the guards murmoured to each othere and prepared

Revenge closed his eyes and pulled his long stone sword out, he held it firmly with boths hands, a tear crusaded out of his eye as he charged at the guards, some thign had set him off, put him into this furious rage, it was the statues on the stair well, it resembled the warriors that attacked his village, the same warriors that set him on this journey, the same people that raped and killed his mother......

He was in a blinded rage, throwing punches and kicks at the men, the others watched as the Earthian sliced into the guards flesh, tearing into there muscles, the guards screaming in pain still he continued the rampage, he finished three of the four men, and pulled the other one into the corner, and slowly pushed his sword into the mans shoulder, punishing, even though it was not this man who killed his mother, he felt like it was, Ragnarr ran over and pulled Revenge away and punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground, he confronted the last guard....

[OOC: where was the fun in that. No one got to play for the longest time. Now, only four guards, and revenge kills 3 of them, and almost the fourth. Thats a little much. Anyone else wanna start back a bit, take it a bit slower, with more killing for everyone?]

[ The next room anyone.... do i have to spell it out... i did say the crazy dude walked into a different one, they wouldnt be able to hide 30 odd guards in one room, no wait its cluedo.... god.... next room there couls be because they know we are coming in...]

As the first four were defeated, the rest came barreling in from all sides...

[OOC: Hurry up and heal me! MeDIC!]

"Revenge, have you lost your sences? The man is already dead!" was yelling Ragnarr while parrying a blade from one of the guards. He pushed it forward, forcing the oponent to back off, stumbling, exposing himself. Ragnarr kicked him away and turned to stab a quarb who was about to pierce laying Revenge with a heavy spear. The man dropped it, groaned as the northman drew his blade out of his chest, and collapsed lifeless on the marble tiles.
"Bloody Warden!" he shouted out, looking around for the mad "king", but instead seeing a swarm of guards, fighting with the warriors...

[OOC: Revenge allow other people to post their battles.]

[ Its just moving slow, theres only like 3 decently online people, i like to get them moving]

[ I know. Stop the game for a moment. Who ever is still in the game, please post your name here after copying this post by the next 24h. If someone doesn't appear, I'll have to change the storyline so that he is killed. I'm sorry I had to do this. Start from now. ]

Might The God of Cows

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1.  Sir Ragnarr
2. Might The God of Cows
3. Sir Revenge
4. Erunion Telcontar
   

I know. Stop the game for a moment. Who ever is still in the game, please post your name here after copying this post by the next 24h. If someone doesn't appear, I'll have to change the storyline so that he is killed. I'm sorry I had to do this. Start from now. ]

1.  Lord Ragnarr
2. Might The God of Cows
3. Erunion Telcontar
4. Sir Revenge
5. Lord Jonny
6. Aesius Septim (Though I will be gone the next five days, so just control me how I would usually act, only Ragnarr can control me!!!)

[ Indeed. Since I would really hate to loose them, I'm giving another 12 hr for them to appear. If not, we continue. ]

Sorry about this : (, I've lost the plot.....
Also I'm incredibly busy, It's all the roleplaying I can do to keep the endless battle going.....Sorry guys I've got my exams coming up VERY soon.

[Ok, Im off for the night, I will continue the story after you in the morning,Night guys =) ]

Septim held his longsword, Firengard, tight in his hands as it went through the waist of an enemy. Septim then parried a sword blow and kicked an enemy backwards. Septim turned around to face two soldiers who were holding their shields ready. Septim held his blade defensively as the two attacked, Septim parried both blades sideways and delivered a slash to both of their chests. Septim then stabbed his blade into one while he was recovering and chopped the other's head off.

"Enough." was the short answer between two blocks.
He turned round quickly and swiftly and made a heavy hack on his attacker on the side of his chest. The man choked blood, but was not dead yet - people never die easily. They cling to the last hope. The wounded man raised his mace once more, but he was clumsy in his attack and soon had Ragnarr's greatsword through him.
Ragnarr kicked him off the blade and charged another guard.

[ About twenty, twenty five - but let the others post. ]

[ That is what I'm waiting... all of you should be fighting now...]

As Jonny parries a blow, he was able to extend his sword and kill the man immediately to his left as his sword went wide right on the man he was currently attacking. He ducked under another slash, dropped his sword, got up on his hands, and kicked forward with both of his feet into the mans stomach. The man was propelled backwards with such force that he was flung onto the sword of one of his fellow guard, who then fell down, a dead friend impaled on his weapon.

Erunion had done as best he could, and was most displeased that Might kept him from the fight which he kept seeing in his head. I'm damn glad I cast that enchantment or else I wouldn't have the foggiest idea what's going on...
"There you go Might, it's the best I can do. Lean on my shoulder, and you should be able to walk fairly well after a minute or so. We're going to a fight, but I want you to stay back and use any ranged weapon I can think of. Your too weak as yet to be in the midst of things."

{There you go Might, you can join the battle, as I will be.}

*Might reachs and grabs a spear and launches it into a back of a man who  was about to stab Ragnarr. He then takes out his throwing daggers and proceeds to kill the men streaming through the doors.*

Three guards, tired and wounded, limped out of the hall, leaving five groaning and bleeding and around thirty dead and silent, cold.
"Where did the warden go?.." asked Ragnarr.
Revenge pointed at a small door at the side of the great hall, just between two large columns.
Septim almost immediatly after that ran and broke down the door with a creek and a crash. Inside, in a dimly lighted, small room, with a miserable little man in the middle, madness reflected in his terrified eyes, his hands shaking as he was gripping the crown.
"Gah,..pagans, away!.." he said, almost squealling.
"Let me rip his bloody throat open..." Kormac was going to throw himself on the "king", but the others held him off.
"Now," said Ragnarr, piercing the warden's mad eyes with a cold, impassive look, "tell me what you know about Aeron Silverwind..."
The warden's eyes widened.
"He's a pagan,...a son of the demon!..." he cried out, trying to avert his eyes from Ragnarr's icey stare. "..he ran off when he were going to execute him,... a child of the devil!" The man was struggling with his own insanity.
"Do you know where he ran off to?"
Silence.
Ragnarr fiercly took hold of the warden's shoulders and shook him with anger. "Where is he?" he asked again, this time with a threat in his tone.
"We sent a galley to capture him,.. he-he, his ship was heading for the blackness..."
"What the hell is he talking about?" asked Verll.
The warden raised his eyes and gave them a look of horror. "Fyllora et Domanisye..."
He then shuddered and looked away.
"Is that old elven, Erunion?" asked Ragnarr.
The elf nodded. "Land of Domanisye.." ... I believe its in the archipelago of the Lonely Islands..."

[ I'll take controll only of those who currently can't write, such as Verll and Septim. ]

Revenge was pised off already, his leg had cramp which was annoying him greatly, more than the gash in his back
" Look Warden, we don't want to kill you, well most of us dont"
Revenges glares at kormac..
He turns back to see the old warden take a knife from his pocket
" Seriously, do you think we are stupid, you just pulled a knife out, who do you think would win 7 greatly trained and armed men , or you, an old crippled insane man, seriously? "
Silence
" My point proved "
Revenge grabbed the small inderior man and put the mans knife on the floor, and then picked him up so they where even in height, the ' King ' shuddered and twitched his head about
" Whats the quickest way to this place, we could easily find it but with your  ' cooperation ' it would be alot easier
The small man spat in Revenges face, Revenge wiped his face, as you could imagine he wasnt a ' Happy Bunny'
Revenge slammed the man back into his chair and slapped him round the face and put his dagger to the insane fool's throat
" Now tell me what the quickest way to this bloody place is "
The fool muttered something
" It woudn't bother me to kill you, nor any of my friends"
The insane man took a breath
" Go west from this island " he shuddered
" Then you will see a large stone wall on a island " his eyes twitched with insanity
" It will take about 5 days with good wind"
Revenge waited for further orders from the northernman

"A few weeks... is too much, Erunion..." said Ragnarr,"..I don't ever want to lays eyes again upon this wretch. Do what you will with him,..."
Ragnarr walked out of the room, frowning in disgust from the deeds of the warden - a butchering, he slaughtered all the prisoners in their cells,...
Might's footsteps echoed behind Ragnarr.
"Who is Aeron Silverwind?" he asked.
Ragnarr turned around.
"It is the one we set sail for. He was like a brother to me, until he set sail to the Sea of Sorrow, and never came back. But now we know where he is,... and Might, in the begining of our quest, I asked each and every single one if they're ready to die for this. All said they are, as they are brethrens to me. However, since we found you on the way, we didn't ask you. Are willing to continue?"

"Alright boyz, come on. Nothing to see here. We should probably get back to this ship, before this whole place decided to pull an eepy-creepy and collapse with is in it."
Jonny looked around nervous, because of the jinxing effect.