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Septim wakes up the next morning to a messenger outside his door, Septim recieves the letter and opens it.

Duke Septim of Cidel,
I, your Emperor, ask that you take up your blade once more and fight for Cidel. War has been declared by the Dark Elven nation of Undenforth, and by the bandit kingdom of Maygoth. The Dark Elves and bandits have many ships, and we have few experienced seamen. Will you take your group into battle once more?

Signed,
Emperor Cellor Verdilon II
Emperor of the Western Empire

Septim sighs, knowing that in the west, when the Emperor asks something, it's pretty much an order. Septim writes a letter to his former comrades, and asks for notices to be sent out to all major cities...

Captain - Bertilius Septim

Second in Command -

Navigator -

Medic -

Melee Master -

Archery Master -

Magic Master -

Quartermaster -

Cook -

Ballista crew -

Crew members -

Sailmaker -

Carpenters -

Once at the docks of Cidel, Ragnarr had the intention to go back north, to see his homeland again after twenty seven years, and construct a new longship for himself.
The morning was bright and the sun rays entered through the small window of the inn the northman was staying in. He prepared himself for his journey north, but just when he was leaving the tavern, a messenger gave him a letter.
It was from Septim and he was calling the crew again. On the very next day he had released them.
Ragnarr was not going to see his fatherland for a long time...

*Might peeks out of Septims storage.*

Erunion arrived on the deck of the Stormborn.
"Septim, I would be glad to join. My people can last in the care of the council for a year or two longer, you need my help. I will take any position that you need me to fill, from magic master to melee master to Second in Command, but I expect that last one to be claimed by Ragnarr."

[[DOUBLE POST]]

"Well now, where did you come from? Anyways, of course you can be melee master...Ragnarr is going to be my second in command...unless he wants otherwise."

Captain - Bertilius Septim

Second in Command - Ragnarr (Unless you want something else...)

Navigator - Ant

Medic -

Melee Master - Might

Archery Master - Ernie (Unless he wants otherwise...)

Magic Master - Erunion Telcontar

Quartermaster -

Cook -

Ballista crew -

Crew members -

Sailmaker -

Carpenters -

[ Oh I am absolutely fine with second in command, unless Erunion wants that place. ]

[Im I eligible for second-in-command? I was it once :D]

Captain - Bertilius Septim

Second in Command - Ragnarr

Navigator - Ant

Medic - Arvious V

Melee Master - Might

Archery Master - Ernie

Magic Master - Erunion Telcontar

Quartermaster - Antonis Xarxes (NPC)

Cook - Ivis Grubbs (NPC)

Ballista crew - (Various NPCs)

Crew members - (Various NPCs)

Sailmaker - Fathis Zerisar

Carpenters - (Various NPCs)

Septim walks out into his rather large dining room where familiar and unfamiliar faces look at him. He sits at the head of the table and explains the reason for their calling.

"The Emperor of the West has asked that I take up my blade once more to defend the lands...can't we get a moment's rest?", asks Septim with a smile, he hears footsteps in the hallway and turns his head to see an out of breath soldier run into the room.

"Milord! Dark men are attacking the city!" yells the soldier.

"What kind of dark men, Dark Elves, Southerners?" asks Septim.

"Neither, we don't know what they are sir!" yells the soldier.

Septim turns to face his guests.

"You can take up your weapons or not take up your weapons, it's up to you, and if you didn't bring any, my armory is open", says Septim before running off to his private armory, he puts on his Western General's armor and runs out to the city walls to see a massive force, complete with three massive siege engines, ten smaller ones, and moving towers.

"This should be interesting", mutters Septim, he turns to face his five thousand men, "Well men, looks like I got back just in time!"

Belting on his sword, Erunion runs to the walls beside one of the wall-mounted catapults.
The first stone launched from that catapult, sails through the air and with an uncanny precision slams into the first of the siege engines, with a devastating explosion.
"Reload the catapult! Their spellweavers managed to contain the explosion and keep the engine standing! We must take it down!"

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[ I'm not active and won't be for another two days, since I am sick and I don't really feel like doing anything except sleep..sorry people. ]

[Sorry, I was at a party!]

Erunion managed to destroy the siege towers, save for one that was heading straight at him.
Typical.
The force for the entire segment of wall formed up, and as the attackers poured out of the tower the were met by a strong Cidellian defense. During a brief respite, in which the attackers awaited reinforcements, Erunion saw Septim.
Bloody fool's going to get himself killed!
Erunion shouted to three Cidellian magi, telling them that Septim was in danger. Quickly realizing the gravity of the situation, the three, with Erunion, used their power to deflect blows from Septim whilst slaying anything that Septim couldn't see.
Bah! Hope he's bleeding grateful.

{There, a realistic excuse for Septim's insane luck...}

During the siege, Ragnarr was at the main gatehouse, holding off attackers until the Cidellian reinforcements arrived. Wave after wave attacked, ladder after ladder was pushed against the wall - all were pushed back. Grappling hooks were thrown away. Rams approached the gates and bashed the ironwood, protecting tye city. Black tar was poured onto the men manning the ram, and then a firey arrow caused dozens to die in an infernal death, screaming though they knew it was over.

While Septim went to interrogate the prisoners, Ernie spent his time resting and taking medicines to remove the ill-effects of his blood wraith that ravaged his body so much only a short time ago.  His muscles had been breaking down during it and had to heal before he could become a true master again.  Rest seemed to be the only thing Ernie could think of to heal himself, but he was feeling better everyday he rested.

[gsadfe? Is that a name of something?]

*Might spent his time by training the soldiers aboard the Stormborn.*

Septim has his crew assembled.

"Alright men, we will be joining the third fleet in their battles against the East...", said Septim, "Gather your things and pick a bunk on the Stormborn."

Ragnarr found his old spot on the Stormborn's deck. He placed his chest there with few belongings and prepared weapons and armour, after which he went to make sure resupply of the longship went fine.

[Might continues to train.]

The Stormborn pulls out of the Cidellian port. For the flagship of a Duke and Commander of the Western Fleet, it didn't fit the role based on it's looks. But, looks did not matter when you were the target of a warship. Septim stands at the front.

"Navigator, set course for these coordinates", says Septim as he hands Ant a small piece of paper.

hey, is it still too late for me to join

Its been a while, but I am pretty sure that most of you here played with me before. We had some serious fun back in the day.

Jonny (the real one)

Yea. I basically lost my post as master at Arms I guess. Oh well, easy come easy go. Thats what happens when you stop playing

yea, that'll be nice
since im here, what are the new rules for titles? I would like to get my old one, back, so im just wondering

After a day of sailing, they still saw nothing ahead, so eventually Arvious began work on cleaning up part of the ship.

[OOC:Good to see you too Ragnarr, its been a while.]