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As everyone went to the ships and met their old friends, ale was taken out and it seemed as if a large feast would follow.
The sun had hidden behind the red, barren horizon and a light fresh breeze disperced the crushing heat.
Ragnarr went on board the beached Blue Ray and spotted Lord Seloc.
"Old friend, how was it? Any problems while we were gone?"...

[ A long post will follow soon about the setting off for the Lonely Islands. Until then, its solid amounts of alcohol on deck. ]

Jonny drank. And then he drank some more.
This place was starting to give him the creeps.

Erunion sat with his Elves, giving them orders to cover any and all eventualities. That way, no one would be left confused.

[ Well, I guess we should continue this,. Happy New Year by the way, (: ]



As the sun rays of first light appeared, the feast had silenced, most of the sailers, crew men, warriors and northmen sleeping, still with drinking horns and bottles in their hands.
When Ragnarr woke up, he found himself at the Stormborn's bow, leaning clumsily on the elegant and fierce figurehead at its front. After refreshing himself from the night, he found Septim on the commander's deck, half asleep over an old book. Ragnarr placed his hand on his shoulder.
"It's time, my friend. We should leave this place."

Slowly, slowly, the men awakened from the lazy sleep and cleaned up quickly the mess, created on the feast. Then they ran to their morning duty positions, awaiting orders.
Ragnarr was talking with Lord Seloc.
"Have the Blue Ray pushed back into water, as the Stormborn also will. Then we take a north-western course, to here." He pointed at a spot on the map he was holding, which Seloc was observing. He took it from Ragnarr's hands and studied it for a moment, rubbing his chin...
"Alright. Although we will have to go round the shallows here. I have a sailer on board who explains these waters here were quite treterous,..."
Ragnarr nodded. "I'm not surprized. Then so shall it be. Get the longship ready for sailing."

After a few moments all was ready and the crews were infront of their ships.
Ragnarr was standing in front of the bow, while the others organized themselves along its length.
"On three. One,.. two,...heave!"
He pressed his mighty hands onto the wooden bow and pushed with his whole force, his feet burrying against the sand. After a few hard tries, the men pushed the Stormborn into the shallows.
They all boarded the longship quickly. Northmen manned the oars and rowed away from the shore, leaving nothing behind.
The two longships soon set sails and headed towards their north-eastern destination...

*Might practiced his skills with Septim (Or whoever is on my Ship)*

[ I don't understand you Revenge, but if you're asking why the thread is going on so unwell, it is because I do not have much time to make the important posts (however expect one in the coming 12 hours). Also, around this time of the year no one is active. ]

                                                  

A few days passed. The sandy wind was lost behind to the southern horizon for most of the northmen's relief. The mists also dissapeared as the two longships entered deeper in the sea, for which Kormac was extremely greatful, along with others. True, they were all experienced sailers, yet the fogs always hid an unseen terror which froze the hearts of most northmen.

Ragnarr was walking around the deck, to see how the men were doing. It was still hot in these parts, so those who had no work at the mast or anything else had sat on the deck, under improvised shades, gambling, talking, boasting, or simply slumbering.
A metallic "tin" echoed. Ragnarr turned around to see Lord Bacardi, working on the weapons.
"Just a few minor ajustments here and there, as well as sharpening the dulled blades and they're ready, Ragnarr." he said quickly over his work, still focusing on it.
"Very well,..."
Ragnarr moved on. He noticed that Revenge, Erunion and Septim were at the bow, discussing silently a book Septim was holding. Verll and Might were, on the other hand, near the commander's deck, laughing over some joke one of them said.
It seemed all was going well.

Ragnarr returned to the commander's deck, were Thoren was holding the rudder oar and Kormac was observing the wind-indicators. Ragnarr looked over board, watching the white, foaming line the longship left behind.
There was another one like that line, parrallel to the ship, yet nothing seemed to cause it. Unless it was below water.
"I didn't know whales lived in these waters,.." said Kormac cheerfully, noticing Ragnarr's look at the white track.
Ragnarr didn't answer. The white line suddenly stopped. He slowly took hold of his sword hilt.
There was a disturbance in the usual pattern of the waves. It was as if something was emerging out of them. And there was,...
A sudden splash.
"Sea Serpent!" someone yelled.
There was sudden chaos on the longship while everyone ran for they're weapons and armour.
The sea beast stared at Ragnarr before it struck. Ragnarr jumped out of the way and soon where he was became flying shards and pieced of wood.

[ Come on, LADS, I need you to unleash those RP-ing skills of yours now! (: ]

*Once the Sea Serpent struck Might and Verll jumped up and rolled for cover when they saw Revenge shooting futilely at the large Serpent with a small crossbow.

Might jumped and rolled his way over to Ragnarr who was busy dodging and hacking away at the Serpents head. Might Yelled over to Ragnarr, " Ragnarr, try to keep its attention while I try and organize this ships defensives!"

[Does this ship have any kind of siege/Ballista equipment? Revenge, that small crossbow would even pierce the eye because most Sea Serpents have some kind of thick layering in it. Also the only thing that might be able to kill it is a ballista/Magic bolt of some kind.]

As Jonny watched the commotion, he sat back a bit, not too disturbed by the sea monsters presence. It was expected really. However, now the fun was over, and the monster was really angry.
"Boyz, stop playing around. There's only one way you're going to be able to kill this beast. You've got to taunt it. Then when it strikes, you jump, and every one stab at it with whatever they've got."
With those words, Jonny got up onto the rail, and started taunting the great big serpent for all he was worth.

Ragnarr raised his greatsword, holding its hilt and supporting its blade with the other hand.
"You heard him, seven hells, taunt the bloody serpent!"
It was as if it was the Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr!
At Ragnarr's iron words, all the northmen prepared their weapons for a slash, gathered at the bow before the hesitating sea beast and started taunting the creature.
"I've seen worms fiercer than you!"
"By the Gods, my manhood is larger than you!"
"This axe shall go clean through you, cripple!"
A sudden flame in the sea beast's eyes appeared. Who ever thought that beasts do not understand human tongue was obviously misinformed, as the creature dived onto the bow deck in an immediate attack. The ones in its way jumped away. The beast hit the planks, nearly piercing them with its scaley head.
"Unleash Hell!" Kormac screamed, being the first one to charge the vurnerable creature with his battle axe.
Everyone followed into a charge...

[ Meowman, you can post now. (:   ]

(also I wont post such a long one again, thats your job)

Revenge heaped the small man onto his broad shoulder and carried him to a suitable place to sleep

" Ill put him in then.." murmoured Revenge as the others looked at the damage to the ship

Revenge layed the man then returned to deck where most of the men were repairing parts of the ship, and elves epairing harder to get to places. Revenge sat on a small chair and watched on as the ship was repaired, cleaning his sword which was dreanched with the gut renching smell of this creatures blood
Once done , Revenge walked into the storage at the bowls of the ship and returned with a few kegs of ale and some wild boar they had killed while on the island and had kept in ale
" A littl help here " Revenge said smoothly, An elf walked up and levitated the piece of meat before cooking it in the air
" Wow, Spit-roast bore...."
The young elf was quite pleased with his work and after returned to work. Revenge sliced into the piece of meat with a sharp knife , chopping large parts off so the men could hold it firmly
" Anyone want some ale and boar?" shouted Revenge
A large sound of footsteps clobbed along the deck as people crowded round and took their helping
Of course Ragnarr and the higher members of crew were first , there after the rest took their share
Revenge left some over and took it to the cabin of where the small man lay and perched a tanker and some boar on the small desk to the side

It would be a fair few days perhaps before arriving at the osland of where they wished to travel

[ Nice post there Meowman  ^^ ]

(OK, this is my first time RPing)

Erunion awoke from his coma below decks a trifle the worse for wear.
A few days ago he had decided it was time to study the amulet, and he had tested it to see how it would work in the fabric of this world, hoping and praying that this world was stronger than the last he had been in.
It was. Fortunately, there was no risk of this world being literally torn apart, the fabric of reality destroyed. That was a blessing. The base upon which this world had been created was strong and tough, strong enough even to withstand the power of the amulet. As he had learned, here one could not rearrange the time, only matter.
Thankfully, his men had managed to maintain the illusion that he was still healthy and on board so as to allay worry and searching questions...

Climbing on deck Erunion heard the call for someone to assist an injured man, and instantaneously went to see to the problem, but Johansen was already dealing with it.
Looking around, Erunion saw the quick-hid smiles of his men as they saw that he was really out of his coma. Elven eyes are not as easily decieved by illusion as human ones. At least Naergothrendarin soldiers were all taught illusion as a basic strength, even the ones who could not levitate a pebble could pierce an illusion, or create a simple one.
Erunion turned to Alteran, and asked that he be filled in on what had happened during his absence. Alteran was more than glad to assist, and the two were seen disappearing below decks.

{Sorry about my absence Ragnarr, and here's a little bit of insight into the amulet, finally... Hope it's all satisfactory.}

[Revenge, I never blab on about Stories. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't play my character for me.]

Meowman recovered with remarkable speed, for although the Father of the Wind had little power when it came to healing, the hospitality and medicines of the elves had deep effect. Indeed, it was soon that the wound was not a problem, and the thing that continued to confine him was his exhaustion and hunger. Within 3 days, however, the man was up on decks and was conversing with the crew, helping the men where he could, and was slowly increasing his skill with the sail, rope and oar, for he had been a man of fighting, magic and worship, not of labour. through his discussions with the men he learned of their past adventures, and came to know what the men knew of the apparent reason of their quest, this 'Aeron Silverwind'. He asked Ragnarr of the length of time to their destination, although he did not ask of the destination itself, prefering to let Ragnarr tell him when he saw fit. "We should be there by sunset tomorow, with fair winds," Ragnarr replied. "But I fear we shall not have them, for the wind has lessend it's strength of late, and shows no sign of getting better." "But have you forgotten my expertise?" excclaimed Meowman. "Allow me to draw a pentacle in my cabin, and a fair wind  I shall summon." So Meowman was given some chalk, and in his room a pentacle was drawn, with runes of an unfamilliar tongue drawn round the side. "This is no ordinary magic," said Meowman to any who cared to listen. "In this ritual I shall comune with the wind-god, for he has long favoured our people, as we have long worshipped him, due to our rely on sea trade, which relied upon the wind... at least, while our people lasted..." "This may be news to some of you, who thought that all magic was drawn from the elements themselves. Not all though. However, as a general rule of thumb, no one civilization has ever had the favour of more then one of the gods, be they the Old or New. The exeption, of course, are the legendery fair elves of the Faromin, who were said to be the first to walk this earth other then the gods, and they have the favour of all gods, except the greatest of the unholy... but wether their race still lives, or even ever did, or, if so, where they live, is unknown, although most say a land at the farthest north edge of the world, far beyond the edge of the map, where the sea stops, though naught know what comes after." Meowman's tongue runs wild with ancient tales and lore, and though most was known to most of the men, the supposed.locationer of the Faromin had not reached many of their ears. However, Meowman saw that he had wasted many an hour with his lore, and set about begining the ritual...

[[OOC: I thought that we might be able to include these Faromin after we have found Silverwind in order to keep the thread going, cos its doin well.]]

XIV. Fyllora et Dominisye



Part I. The Clash with the Unkown

 Ragnarr had a few shots of the strongest mead from Stormguard, one he kept safe in his chest. That cleared up his mind of the dark thoughts lurking.
He returned to his post at the rudder oars. It was late morning, and the sun beautifully broke through the clouds with gentle rays, creating the most scenic view.
The breeze was exactly on their advantage, coming right from behind them. Meowman's ritual really had a result and for a moment he thought if he was in fact a follower of Njordr, one of the Old Gods, the one of the wind and seamanship.
Before he had the chance to ask him,  Verll cried out from his watch post at the bow.
"Ragnarr, two shapes on the horizon!"
Ragnarr left the rudder oars to Thoren and walked over the deck to the bow where Verll and several others were watching in the distance.
One of Erunion's elves grinned and took out a shiny tube with a glass at the end, or an elven-spyglass. He looked at the distance for a moment before giving it to Ragnarr. The northman took it and looked through towards the direction Verll was pointing.
Indeed, two shapes, like towers, stood out from the water.
"Land." said someone briefly.
Ragnarr gave back the scope to the elf.
"We're there." he said kurtly.
Soon the shapes got closer and closer until they passed between them.
A majestic opening in the large bay, its entrance flanked by two huge towers and statues, glorious and old. Guardians of the land, no doubt, for they held massive two-handed swords.
Here the wind lost its power and the oars were taken out and put into use. Ragnarr took out Ivor Strongsteel's old map of these lands and read the runes.
"We should be at some port, called Victavyre, by nighfall."....

[ Meowman, I'm not sure about your offer, about continueing this thread after Silverwind is found. I'll consider it, yet I doubt it will happen. ]
[ Sorry the post was late, I had problems with my internet connection. ]

[[OOC OK. also lets ignore my last post to cos now it looks like it is hours later in the story and that means it wouldn't work... IGNORE MY LAST POST!]]

[[By the way, if you take out these OOCs and *beep*s from the start (Like advertising mongeese) and change the names that sound weird (Like mine and might's) then this might make a good book...]]

[[OOC: When have I ever said lad? I am supposed to be a man from the West, a Cidellian.]]

[OOC: hey hey hey! I want you to say lad, because you remind me of an old person. There ya go.]

[ Hey, now, I say lad, and am I old? ]

[ No.]
[ Now come on, let's end this and get back to real writing, eh? (:   ]

As the sun grew old in the sky and night approached, Meowman emerged from his cabin and ritual, which he had returned to after looking over the map with Revenge, knowing that soon the ship would be porting and that oars would be used, not wind. He saw the port and knew the ship would be landing soon in a dangerous place, but he had a more pressing matter on his mind; a small piece of knowledge bestowed upon him by the wind god. "The wisdom of the wind god is limited; his power comes in strength. But in my talk with him, I heard faint outlines of these words, strung together as a single thought: 'Elf, conceals, present, purposes'. The wind is a here and now thing, and I can tell by the condition of these thoughts that this happed a few days ago. However, they seem to say that an elf who is present conceals something, but his purposes, be they good or evil, I cannot tell." These words he spoke softly to himself, but cought himself, cursing softly, when 2 of his newfound crewmates wandered by. "You *beep*, Meowman!" he thought to himself. "No-one else must hear of this untill you know more." But still he feared what the intentions of this elf, whichever one it may be, were, and decieded to keep a close eye on their leader, for if he was in on it and the intentions were evil, then a conspiracy or mutiny would definatly soon arise...

Meowman watched Erunion walk into Septim's cabin, holding something in his hand, from the decks. After he disapeared inside Meowman walked up to the door, wondering if Septim was in on the plot, and tried to listen in, but relized that a sheild had been cast. Cursing, he sprang away from the door and slipped into the next room, and not a moment too soon. Meowman peeked out of the doorway. Erunion came out of the door not 2 seconds after Meowman had hidden, and he seemed troubled, as if all had not gone to plan, or he was not sure of himself. Meowman mused over this, and came to 1 conclusion: he must confront Erunion, and soon, before they made port in a couple of hours time, even. Meowman was startled, therefore, when he saw the one who had foremost in his thoughts had just walked past him. Meowman had thought he would have been going in the direction he came from, and had not expected this, but seized the oppertunity.

"Hail, Erunion!" he shouted, jogging towards the elf. "Oh, hello, newcomer," he replied. "You know, I'd love to continue with the pleasentries," said Meowman in a voice that made Erunion stop and listen, "but they do get tedious, so I think I'll just cut to the chase. What are you hiding from us, why do you hide it from us, and what is your purpose with it?

[[OOC: This is getting exciting isn't it?]]

[[OOC: save this? What does that mean?]]