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"Of course my good friend, prepare yourself for a voyage at sea, we will meet you there. You may also take anybody with you that will come."

Septim rises and pats Ragnarr on the shoulder before walking off to the Stormborn, but he takes a detour on the way there, he buys supplies and asks about the Emperor and the herbs he was to gather for his friend's son.

"Well, we heard about a large bandit fortress around two hundred miles away, they might have your Emperor. And your herbs are grown on this island here!", says the man, he pulls out a sack and hands it to Septim.

"Free of charge!", he says.

"Thanks", says Septim before walking off to the Stormborn, he debates with himself whether to bring the herbs back to the Western Empire, or to follow the Emperor's trail. He chooses to find the Emperor and stuffs the sack into his chest. He approaches the large map of the Evomort Isles and calls Ant in, they begin to chart a course to the Island of Boestor, where the bandit camp stands strong.

Meanwhile, Ragnarr headed to his own small place he called (with bitterness) home on this isle - it was a typical northern longhouse he built by himself with the help of a few others of the ones who saved him and brought him here to Hrov.
He entered it and grabbed his leather bag. He placed what he needed in it (a few parchments, three potions and a piece of white silk, with a small emerald hanging sadly from it - the only thing left from a woman he grew to love in this forsaken by the Gods "colony", for she was slain by the local savages. Her name e often told to himself - Freygerd). He placed on his armor - a ring-male shirt, with a belt over it, from it hanging the leather bag and his greatsword. Another leather bag for a few other, rather useless items and that was all. He strode out of the longhouse, his heavy boots making a hollow echoe. He did not look back.
On the door of the longhouse he carved a few runes, which protected the house of evil spirits and hoped luck for the next inhabbitant.
He spoke to the Lord of Hrov, who understood Ragnarr's will to leave, although he was reluctant on letting go one of the good fighters, protecting the town.
"Mind you, you can only take two more with you, we need all the fighting men here we can get." the Lord spoke before they bid each other farewell.
Ragnarr headed to the longhouse of Aethelwulf after that, and once he told him he was leaving with the Stormborn, and offered him to come with him, his friend accepted with joy.
"You'll find the longship easily - it is the only ship in the docks, the only one in a hell of a long time..."
Ragnarr was just about to head to the docks to see the longship he loved so much, but then was stopped by a band of friends he had. They persuaded him to come to a last feast, in honour of his leave. Reluctant, Ragnarr accepted - he would go to the Stormborn on the morning, although with a splitting headache from a lot of mead and alcohol...

*Ernie looks at the sun*

"Yes two days have past...and he got on the ship yesterday morning" =p

Arvious approaches Ragnarr.

"If you want, you may take my place," Arvious said. "I'll be the medic."

"As far as I know, you were magic master, Arvious? I was never well with magic...and hello, Ernie. My comrade Aethelwulf is very skillfull with archery, so he might be of good use to you."
Ragnarr tilts his head at Aethelwulf behind him, who was grinning.
"So, when did Lord Septim say we're setting sail? And to where?"

"Ragnarr, you will be my cabin boy!", says Septim.

Septim sees the angry look on Ragnarr's face.

"I was kidding my good friend! You will be the Quartermaster, if anybody lacks in their duties, whip 'em into shape, I'm sure that job would be good for you, and if you don't like that job you can make a suggestion", says Septim.

Septim turns to the crew.

"Alright men! Prepare to set sail for the island of Boestor! It is one hundred miles northeast of our current position, so lets get going!", yells Septim.

Ant moved the ship round to face the right way, then let the sails push the boat along the course he had set a few days ago.

Ernie went back to his usual observation post high up in the ships masts and watched for signs of anything

[ Hell, you people really are writing a lot - you know small posts like that just kill the fun... at least try a minimum of 100 words...]

The more time passed with the longship flying across the waves, the more Ragnarr reminded himself of seamanship skills. Not only that - it was years since he last was on a ship, and he missed it so, for he grew up with it. Longships and ports were his second home.
It was awkwardly quite on the longship though - what he remembered of his voyages was almost always, apart from the duties on the ship, the sailors gathering and boasting, speaking, explaining old tales, laughing together, drinking their way through the sea. There was not a moment of bordem - except when there was no wind - then the sun baked everything alive onboard, and life seemed to stop, as well as the ship, with the sails hanging lazily.
Yet now, the wind was strong and the waves low, perfect for sea voyage.
The northman noticed a sailor (he remembered that his name might have been Mathias) slacking his duty through by not paying much attention to the slight irregular wind gusts in a different direction, which affected the shape of the sail, and its end was slightly bending inwards every few moments. It seemed small, but in the needed times everything counted.
Ragnarr approached him without Mathias noticing, until he came too close - then the sailor nearly jumped from surprize and almost slipped on the deck.
"What in the name of seven hells do you think you're doing?" Ragnarr asked quietly, almost calmly, if it was not for the cold tone and the freezing eyes piercing through the sight of Mathias.
"I'm at post, sir,..." a small reply came out.
"Do you see that sail there?" Ragnarr asked quietly. "Do you?" his last words had a shadow of anger.
"Yes, sir..."
"If I see it slacking like that one more time because of your utter incompetance, I shall throw you overboard so you could live your last moments in the cold water, screaming for salvation. You hear?" Ragnarr's vocie was ever so cold and intimidating.
"Yes sir.."
Ragnarr turned away and went to his belongings, were he started cleaning his ring-mail shirt.

Septim walks out to the front of the ship to see a landmass in distant view, he draws his spyglass and looks at it.

"The island of Bervon...this is going to be interesting", mutters Septim, he turns to his crew.

"Bervon, home to an ancient dark elven people who worship the dreadgod Umavor, not a good place to find yourself, if we weren't running low on food, I'd steer clear, but it's the last island until Boestor", says Septim, "Besides", he laughs, "Who knows, they could be friendly!"

Ragnarr observed and studied the land ahead with his eagle eye sight.
Gods, not dark elves again... he thought to himself. He still remembered the sight of Ivar Ironside's crew, returning from their voyage - half were dead, the other half plauged and insane, and the captain himself died the moment he stepped on land. When Ragnarr took his journal and maps, he understood that they too had stopped at an island to resupply, yet it was inhabbited by dark elves, who mastered the skills of utter poisoning and stealth attacks. In fact, he too stopped at that island on his journey, he remembered, and were lucky to get out of it alive. That was actually the island were Aeron Silverwind had got lost, and that is why they went to search for him.
What actually happened to Aeron? Ragnarr asked himself, so he decided ask the same question to his captain, Septim.

"Aeron Silverwind, ahh, please, let us take a seat", says Septim.

The two sit, and Septim begins talking.

"Aeron Silverwind and his crew set out of a northern port, they went to a strange area where immortality and the ability to roam the seas swifter than the fastest ship was rumored to be given. Upon landing and going up to the basin at the  top of the temple, they were transformed, their human bodies dropped, and they turned into ghosts. Their ghostly form reflected their human form, so when the bodies started to decay, they did too. They boarded a ghostly ship and began terrorizing western cities. I was hired by the Empire to stop it, so I took the Stormborn and some of the old crew, some of the new crew, out to defeat it. We were defeated a few times before finding that the Black Staff of the East could be used to destroy a ghost. So after learning the commands from an old man in the east I went into battle with the ghosts. The black staff couldn't destroy ghosts itself, it could give weapons the power to destroy ghosts. So after battling Aeron Silverwind with my sword, Firengard, I defeated him in a swordfight. I then ran down into the bottom of the ghost ship and struck the ghost well, which was drawing upon the many souls that had died at sea. After striking it I got off the ghost ship as quickly as possible, after jumping the gap between the Stormborn and the Ghost Ship, the damage that should have been done to the ghost ship over the years, ballista fire, arrow damage to the sails, and it being burned with western flamethrowers, became apparant, it was destroyed before our eyes. And now you know what became of your friend, Aeron Silverwind."

Septim rises and sees that they are getting close to the island.

"Wait, don't get too close, this doesn't loo-"

Septim is interupted by catapult fire coming from the trees.

"Dammit! Swing the ship around, man the ballista!", yells Septim, "Fire it wherever the catapult projectiles are coming from!"

The Stormborn sends many projectiles into the trees, and dodges the catapults, being too quick for them. Eventually the catapults are destroyed, and Septim leads one of the landing parties, Ragnarr leading the second, Erunion leading the third.

Ant apon hearing the comands, thinks to himself is Septim right; 'Septim leads one of the landing parties, Ragnarr leading the second, Erunion leading the third.' or is Erunion;'Hartelar, take the second squad, Jeskar, take the third.'

Ant though it didn't really matter to him as he would stay on the ship unless he was asked to join in an attack party.

Ant got a sword and shield out ready anyway incase he was needed to help in an attack or to help defend the boat.

Ant was scared as he didn't like creatres of the 'junbl' as they were evil and crept around in the dark. It was also told that they took peoples children to rape and that they children grew into the creatres and wanted revenge on the people that had failed to defend them.

Ragnarr chose five northerners, all tough sailors, for his group.
"Don't wander off the group, follow me, and walk silently and quickly."
They rowed their way through the shallows and beached a little farther south of Septim's boat. They all entered into the island's wild forests, cutting their way through branches, leaves, vines and bushes.
After a minute of wandering forward, Ragnarr stopped, making the whole column to halt.
"What is wrong?" asked Sigurd from the back.
"Look." spoke Ragnarr.
Just ahead was a small clearing, with a fireplace and improvised tables from stone, covered richly in a wide variaty of foods - fruits, meats, vegetables, fish, meals, drinks, water, wines,... the dream of a hungry sailor.
"Let's get 'em.." spoke Thorgils, who rushed forward, but was stopped by Ragnarr's strong hand.
"It's a damned trap, it's so obvious - you think food just lays around here?"

Not knowing what was happening with Septim's group, Ragnarr spoke:
"Let's get away from this place, they probably know we're here..."
The sailor at the back of the column turned around and started walking quickly towards the beach, and everyone did so, with Ragnarr as the rear guard.
Ragnarr noticed movement from the trees that were now behind, and he could have sworn he heard the tension of a bow string building up.
"Get down, lads!" Ragnarr yelled.
They all ducked as if they knew it was coming. A few arrows flew just above their heads.
"Run!" someone spoke, but it did not matter, since they were all now doing so.
Another few arrows came flew towards them, of which two hit Gutred. He gave out a yelp and fell to the wet ground, dying,.
"Gutred!" Ragnarr yelled and lifted his commrade up. "Hold on,.."
Gutred nodded, but then a gush of red blood trickled from his mouth and down his chin. He started choking blood and managed to speak.
"Save your own skin..." were his last words.
Ragnarr left him and ran towards the beach, were he hoped he could fight off the dark elves in the open, where he could see them.

Ernie patrolled the side of the ship closest to the shore watching in case Dark Elves try an attack upon the ship.  He also wondered what was happening with Ragnarr and Erunion's squads....they had not returned yet and birds were flying away from several areas as if scared of something......He hoped the others still out there were ok.

Ant was pleased that Septim wasn't an evil junbl creatre, and he said "it is quite common for a man to be insane after a Dark Elf attack and that is known that the effects can were off after a few days". Still i though i never know i could do all that medic stuff as well as sailing a ship

Ant went to find Erine the Orange to see if he should set a new course to the last isle, he was asked if he could get Septim in to his room so that he can keep an eye on his patient while setting the course

*Ernie was startled by Septim poking him on the shoulder and asking for apple pie....then suddenly Ernie realized something also*

"Heyyy....I want apple pie too....Hey cook! See if you have any apples for making apple pie...it may calm Septim down and help return him to....well his pessimistic and dreary self" =D

And then Ernie was Ragnarr and his remaining men get to the beach and then saw Ragnarr run off in the same direction Erunion went

"Now where the hell is he going by himself????"

The members of Ragnarr's group started rowing towards the ship and were pulled aboard to tell their tale of what happened.

*Ernie looks for apple pie for Septim....and is glad that he was not the crewmember that was punched.....*

"Oh yeah no one call Septim pessimistic or dreary or he may attack again" >_>

Ant looked into the junbl and hope that no more injured will come to his needed liquid, as the amount left was pitifull. It was then that he saw i dark line move under the cover of the leaves of the junbl plants.

Ant raised the alarm sying "either the evil junbl creatres are here, or this is an attack from the Dark Elves them selves" Ant drew is sword and hoped that the creatres won't be able to cross the water to the boat

*Killer wonders where the hell he's going to get apple pie from. He gets some apples, sugar and flour, but not enough to make an apple pie. He starts to make an apple crumble instead, and gets it nice and crispy and brings it to Septim. He decides the best thing to do is splosh a load of wine over it and so make him drunk. He hands it to Septim, stick at the ready in case of attack.*

*Ernie walks in and feeds Septim the apple pie and

(Controlling Septim here) =D

He likes it (which is good considering Killer's cooking)*

*Ernie sees Arvious on the beach and grabs a crewmember.  Together they take a boat to the beach and grab Arvious, row back to the ship, and get him to a room for medical treatment*

*Killer struggles to feed Septim the apple crumble. He knocks it flying out of his hand. Killer thinks carefully for a moment, then stares at Septim to try and calm him. It doesn't work. He whacks him over the head with his stick, and shoves a bottle of rum into his mouth and hopes to gods that he doesn't get shot, slashed and hacked at.*