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*Might jumps and sailed through the air just as Moewman got hit. The smell of blood ran through the airstraight toward his nose. Might hit the water and started swimming easily launching ahead.*

"Dammit! Whoever got hit needs to get away from me! I need to get control of myself before someone gets hurt!"

A few arrows soared down around Ragnarr, splashing into the water soundlessly, save for the piercing sound they made in the air. The northman swam in the cold water until he reached the hull of the longship. He looked back to make sure everyone was behind, for if someone was left in the water, he was easy arrows fodder.
Meowman seemed to catch up on them slowly, yet Ragnarr presumed he was a weak swimmer and gripped for the board of the longship and pulled himself on it. He then helped with the rest to get on deck by giving them a hand and pulling them up. Meowman was last, and then, Ragnarr saw his wound in his arm.
"Erunion, do you have a mage-healer you can spare?" Ragnarr asked, then turned to Meowman, helped him across the deck and left him near the mast. "Lay here until someone comes to help you."
He then ran to the commander's deck, took the rudder oars from Thoren and turned the longship towards the pass they eneterd the bay through.
"Where the hell is the Blue Ray?" Ragnarr asked bitterly, knowing none had an answer.
The Blue Ray had delayed after they left the Red Dungeon, and assuered the Stormborn they would catch up, as Lord Seloc too had a map of the journey. Yet his ship hadn't come. Yet. Would it?
If it came to a sea battle, they could only hope it would.
"They won't just let us leave like that, will they?" asked Kormac, gripping his bow.
Ragnarr nodded coldly. "No."
"Ragnarr!" yelled Verll from the bow. "To the southeast, dead ahead - a cluster of ships! Coming our way!"
Damn, they were right on the path to the pass. Of course, the Stormborn could outmanouver them, although now the wind was in the favour of the enemy ships,...

Part IV : The Last Clash

As the Stormborn's men called too arms , there was a familiar cry from the east
The Blue Ray had caught and was now closing in
There was five ships headed towards the two longboats
Meowman had been healed from the first command of Erunion and held his sword to the night
Ragnarr stood tall and unleashed a heart thrown speech
" Men" He cried to his fellow crew
" We have come and lost some"
" Revenge gave his life for Erunion" A silence was admitted
" Lets show that, this journey was no invain, this whole experdition will not come too an end"
" Lets be the great warriors we have come too be"
As he went too finish his speech, he was interupted by a bundle of arrows diving through the air
Erunion and his men created a buble around the two boats too prevent it, the arrows dissolved into the shield and as they looked up, the boats were in close sight...

"Johansen! See to the wounded! Alteran, open fire on those two ships ahead! Men! We have a ship to disable! Join your powers with mine, they have at least one mage on board!"
The first platoon of elves joined their powers as one.
All that the northmen saw was this, the two masts of the vessel burst into flame then fell, both on the deck, spreading the deadly flame to the timbers of the vessel. For some reason the fire was not put out by the ships crew, rather it spread all over the vessel, completely encompassing it with fire.
The flames were only doused when the vessel sank to the bottom.

{One down, but half of my elves will be busy for a little while.}

Meowman calmly begins to prepare a pentagram as the remaining ship closed in, preparing to give them a burst of speed at the right time...

... yet while the griffin was destroying the other ships, one it didn't have time to deal with one.
The Rosa Immortala. She was a large ship, with a hull painted black and a banner with a rose. It was blocking their way for escape. Even if they did manage to outmanouver it, the wind was in her favour and she would easily catch up on them.
"Brothers, this last battle is immenent!" Ragnarr yelled, steering the Stormborn so, that it would gain on the Rosa Immortala from the rear end of the right board.
"Septim, I don't know what you did, but I thank you. Yet this one last battle remains, and by all means, it won't be an easy one."
And that was correct. The crew of the longship was about seventy-sixty five sea veterans, while the enemy crew was around a hundred sailers. Probably well trained.
Erunion's elves were leveling the numbers by sending waves of arrows that swept the enemy deck, and that gave them enough cover to catch up to the ship. The boards lightly touched and Kormac threw grapples.
Ragnarr left the rudder oar to Thoren, drew his sword and jumped over to the enemy deck.
"STORMBORN!"...

[[ Septim... ]]

[[ I dont think he realised you would make a griffin that would destory all the boats  xD ]

[[OOC: Lol, oh well...]]

[Griffins usually die at 200.......10000 would kill most things....]

[Special as in "retarded" or special as in "I know how to make soup?"]

Three elf-like ones charged at Ragnarr with short, curved elven blades that slashed wildly and quickly, as if enraged snakes. Ragnarr was forced to step back from the sudden attack, yet he touched to the board, and behind he could not go. Instead he kicked his way through the attackers, sending the one in the middle to the ground. The northman quickly passed through the emptyness the elf-like one left, then made two hacks to the stumbling other two ones.
The crew of the Stormborn were swarming in onto the Rosa Immortala, but the northern crew was outnumbered.
And these elf-like ones did not fight like any sea brigands. They had fire in them.
Ragnarr turned to face another attack when he noticed the blade he parried was that of the elf-like one they had met on their way to the city of towers. His long, straight, raven-black hair was now waving behind his grinning face.
"You made a mistake by thinking you can take this ship." the captain said, looking at Ragnarr with his leathal and quick eyes, which were a deep, dark blue, as if orbs of blue flames.
"Did I?" answered Ragnarr coldly. He pushed the elf's blade away and made a powerful low slash, which would have left the captain with no legs if he hadn't jumped over and away from the greatsword. He used the time when Ragnarr was vunerable to make three hacks, one after the other, quick and sharp. The first one cut into Ragnarr's arm, right under the left shoulder, the second nearly got him for the throat if he hadn't stepped back and the third was blocked.
Now it was Ragnarr's turn.
He thrust his blade forward, then hacked at the elf, after which he made a slash from low to high. All this was dodged by the enemy captain. Ragnarr then raised his greatsword high above his head and struck down.
His sword went clean through the blade the captain defensively held, not having time to dodge the mighty strike. He dropped the remains of his sword in surprize, after which Ragnarr threw himself onto him, grabbed him by the throat and rammed him in the mast.
"Who is mistaken now?" he asked, his eyes ice.
"You." the elven captain smiled.
There was a sharp sting in Ragnarr belly, somewhere on the left side. It burnt.
Ragnarr stepped back, leaving the elf be, and looked to himself. He had a wound on his left side, above the hip, gushing blood - it had gone right through the ringmail and into his flesh.
Ragnarr choked blood and leaned to the far board of the ship. The elven captain smiled, cleaned the blood off his dagger, threw it aside and picked up a fallen sword. He headed towards Ragnarr.

[ Come on, this thread won't do if I'm the only one posting. ( and Meowman...) ]

Erunion and his elves, already tired from sinking the one ship with magic, threw themselves into the fray, longbows singing and Trendarat's swinging...

{Sorry, not being very active right now.}

[[Isn't anyone going to help me? As soon as an elf-thing notices I'm breating I'm going to die...]]

[ME I AM STILL PLAYING. I wont be able to play this weekend. Ill be back Mid-Sunday.]

[Ragnarr can take over me :D]

[ I think this thread has totally lost its momentum. Maybe we should end it. If you people agree, I'll just post a long ending post of what happens next and be done with it. ]

[Im fine with both.]

[[NO! Don't close it. Pause the game and give everyone 24 hours to respond. If they don't they die or become Ragnarr-controled. If they do, they stay. This used to be great, let's make it so again...]]

[[OOC: I still play sometimes....]]

Meowman awoke, feeling drowzee. He tried to stand up but found himself too weak, his knees crippiling beneath him. Determined to at least know the fate of his comarades he had left, Meowman crawled up the stairs and through the hatch. When he got through he found the remains of a fight to the death, with only 5 of the elven folk left standing, who were still fighting against the 15 of the Stormborn's crew left alive.Then one fell to the ground from Erunion's flame, another from Might's blade, one from Septim's longsword, untill they were all dead. Meowman looked around. "Where's Ragnarr?" He asked. The crew looked around. One of the surviving Northmen up on the commander's deck shouted "Quick! Come here!" Even though he was supported by 2 elves, Meowman was still the last to reach  the deck, where he found a small circle of people surrounding something. When Meowman saw what it was, he fell to his knees again. "Oh no," he whispered through muffled sobs. "I-I-I saved you! You can't be dead! You can't be!"

[[Ragnarr it's up to you now to say if you're alive or not. I'm assuming you fell down, what with severe blood loss and bein shot twice. I know I'm not supposed to control CPUs or other players but it's the best I can do to get thread going again...]]

"Johansen! You're needed in the cabin now!"

Erunion got to work on the preliminary stages of the healing, waiting for Johansen to arrive.

He knew this was beyond his skill, but perhaps Johansen could manage it. Perhaps...

[ Is the battle over? If it is, I guess I can post next,..]

The fire reached a fasinating height above them, making the sky orange just for a moment. The burning fine ship crackled in the flames was entirely devoured by the inferno.
With no second thought, Septim grabbed the rudder oars and commanded the longship out of the foul bay, leaving everything behind.
Aeron Silverwind was leaning on the board of the commander's deck, deep in thoughts. Everyone was silent. The oarsmen rowed powerfully, eager to laeve this place behind and get back home.
There was a haevy atmosphere, as a lot were missing, never to be seen again.
The orange sky in the distance rippled behind them. All were glad when the land was out of sight, by midday.
...
Time passed, about a week, before Ragnarr opened his eyes. He broke out from his dark dream to see the light of the day pierce into his small space for sleeping.
A few minutes later he was on deck. He couldn't help limping, and every step sent a pulse of pain through out his body, but if the rest saw their lord weak, they would surely grow a poor morale and spirit.
Everyone nodded at him when he passed by them, and some grinned widely to see him again. Ragnarr made sure he thanked Erunion and his elves for ther cares. He inspected the whole longship. He spoke with almost all the warriors.  Then he headed for the commander's deck.
"How long have we been in sea?" Ragnarr asked Septim.
"About a week or so. We should be at Ironkeep in a month, and from there at Stormkeep, from where we took off, in another two moons."
"If the wind is on our side..."
Ragnarr had noticed the grim atmosphere aboard. He went to the bow slowly, so all could see him.
"Our quest is over. Those who died while doing it shall not be forgotten, and those who finished it shall have names, that shall live for ever in the sagas! We're going home, men."...

[ Thirteen of the northmen. That is excluding elves, me, players and non-NPCs. ]