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*Wakes up.*

"Darn ok,... ok a course of west if you please. No chance of hitting the reef till after this party..."

"Slasher stole one of the galleys because he didn't want the salamanders to die, but I burnt down the other ship already..."

"I don't think you understand, sir, Slasher took the Oceans Mist with the salamanders on board and left with them, claiming he had his own odyssey to start, what a spirited mongoose he is..."

*Septim takes a big swig from his flask

"After the drinkin' is done, our next destination shall be Lorencia. Pillage, burn, and all the rest."
*Fills his drinking horn again.*

-The party raged through the night with excessive alcohol all around. Ragnarr and Septim managed to make it back to there quarters before passing out. GAW could be found half drunk hanging from the birdsnest (top of the mast), Defensive and Samus were lying moaning on the ship deck having sung there way through 3 barrels of beer and likewise each, and Seloc was out cold upon his chest.-

(how about that for a party of course skip if you wanna change it go ahead.)

*After helping GAW off of the crows nest and he goes to Ragnarr's quarters and knocks on the door.

"Ragnarr, you want me to wake the sailors?"

*Gets ready to pour water on Defensive, sees him get up, and pours it on Samus instead, he refills it and pours it on Seloc...

"Defensive, Samus, you're free from duties until we encounter something."

*Shakes the water from himself like a dog, and alters the course of the ship slightly. then settles down next to rudder.*

"There was really no need for that Septim, I was awake....."

One hour later...

Septim, Ragnarr, Seloc, Samus, GAW, and Defensive all arrive at the docks of Lorencia....

"Woooohoooooo, time to pillage stuff!"

*Septim runs into the town screaming like a banshee

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

( ---- wait Septim, we are skipping stuff. :))

*Ragnarr was standing around his crew.*
"This is what we shall do - we silently pass by the towers - they won't notice us, since they are too far away. They have lights around, so we need to pass with haste. Then we hit the docks and I shall take men to attack the towers on the docks. The rest of you, take five men after ye and pillage, saly and burn. When I sound my horn, we all gather for a last strike at their city hall, then we gather the plunder and set sails. This has to happen quickly."

-The longship gathers speed towards the port town. The oarsmen are doing their best, and the wind was right. The Stromborn gathered enough speed, then it's crew put back the oars and loosened the sail. Silently, they passed by the towers and hit the docks.-
*Ragnarr jumps out with Darklighter in his hands, Greyjoy behind and his heavy fur cloak waving behind him.*
"STORMBORN!" he shouts and runs with twenty sea veterans behind him towards the harbor defences.

*Septim runs to where the ship docks and Slasher runs upto him

"Slasher! Good to see you!"

*Slasher growls

Translation: "We docked here because we knew you would need help!"

"Can the salamanders help!?"

*Slasher growls

Translation: "Yes, let me tell them."

*Slasher goes below deck and comes back with one-hundred salamanders, Slasher then roars.

Translation: "ATTACK!"

*The salamanders go throughout the city, burning any guard or warrior they see as Gaius and Slasher start looting.

"Ah looting we will go! Ah looting we will go!"

*Ragnarr crashes open the door of one of the towers and runs up its starirs. A defender in chainmail and a short sword and round shield blocked his way, but Darklighter broke through his weak shield and tore his guts open. Ragnarr ran to the top, where five archers and a few pikemen awaited him. There did not seem to be much defenders, they were totally surprized. Ragnarr had killed two of the archers before the rest could respond. Hacking, slashing, blocking, stabbing. The first tower was now empty and harmless. Ragnarr goes down the stairs and heads towards the other one, more wary of their charge.*

*defensive finsihes the archers in the townhall then heads over to stake his claim to the women which  hadnt escaped to the town hall

"call me when you need me...."

*Stares boredly as the first tower is emptied, he then looks out to sea. A vessel, well this wasn't unexpected it was probably some merchants coming into port with no idea whats going on....*

This isn't going to take long

*Seloc gets up and starts rallying some nearby crew to prepare the ship for departure.*

*Ragnarr sees the coming ship and understands Seloc needs more men.*
"Lads, go on the Stormborn. Seloc will be yer cap'n for a while."
*The twenty sea veterans go on board the Stormborn, while Ragnarr runs into the burning town, alone with only his wolf, cutting down some swordsmen.*

*Septim walks in and sees a fat man running around. Septim knows it is the Governor and kills him, he then starts looting while singing his favorite song.

"Oh looting we will go, oh looting we will go!"

*Ragnarr sees the town around him - burning houses, running men, crying women. This is how war is fought, he solemnly thinks, and continues off towards the city hall fort, passing by the desperate town folk. When he reaches it, he takes out his horn to sound an attack on the fort, but before he could, two arrow*beep* his right shoulder again. Blast! Ragnarr looks around and sees a small group of defenders, well armed, attacking him. Ragnarr charges.*

"right i will take this governor back to the boat then go help ragnarr..."

*does what he just said

*Ragnarr slashed his great sword at the first attacker and beheaded him. Greyjoy jumped on the second, tearing his throught out. Ragnarr spinned swiftly and struck a second blow at the third attacker, who blocked. Then he stabbed, but Ragnarr blocked and hacked his hands off. Then he made a quick low slash and left the other one with no legs. The last one was fighting with Greyjoy, but had no luck. The wolf bit his neck and the man died a bloody death. Then Ragnarr takes his horn out and sounds it. A loud sound echoes through out the town.*
-AAAhhhhoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-

*The crew of the stormborn were lossing! was this possibly a group of merchants beating us? In the dark Seloc sword is being battered mercilessly by a very well trained sword hand.*

they can't be merchants, this must be a trap, damm these men

*Seloc and the men had been already driven of the enemy vessel and the fight was now for the stormborn, Seloc found himself pited against the same swords man as earlier, and retreating backward very quickly. Too quickly he was falling off the stormborn and into the merciless sea, where his world went black.*