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[Thank you for mentioning me...]

The Naergothrendarins who were still alive had finally found a home, a land of peace and prosperity.
The Duke Erunion, with a few other volunteers, had stayed back at this place to look for survivors and to provide aid and help to those creatures who lived here.
A laudably humanitarian mission, all in all.

That was how Erunion found himself on the edge of a town in the northern lands. A town that had recently been burnt to the ground.
Running into the town, Erunion was shocked to see The Stormborn in port.
That great ship is still alive???
Deeper in the town, he found the survivors and quickly rushed in to give aid and healing.

Verll rode towards Storms Keep, he had heard from some travellers he had passed on the road that a mighty longship named The Stormborn was in port here. He had to check for himself if it was the same ship as  he had travelled on before. 

He had left Ragnarr's crew when they had returned after the quest, and gone out too solve the mysteries of the dagger he had found and maybe find some treasures. He had looked up on some old friends who was experts in mysterious artefacts and they had recognised the dagger, it had belonged to a old king of a fallen country. He got to know where the shrine this king had been put to rest and went out searching for it. He had found it after some time and when he went inside he had been been forced to deliver the dagger to the ghost of the old king and then the  shrine had started to collapse and he had too get out fast without having time to look for any treasures. Swearing after this whole big waste off time he had decided to go and look for work on  a ship. And after hearing some rumours he could get hire on  a ship at Storms Keep's port he had left for the keep.

When he saw smoke rising from where the city should be, he wondered what all the fuss was about and rode as hard as he could,  and still have a good horse when he arrived, for the city.

Entering the burned down city he immediately rode for the port. He saw The Stormborn and froze for some minutes and just stood watching the old ships while old memories washed over him. Coming back to his senses he dismounted and started helping the citypeople.

*Might growled staring at the door where a couple of men were coming. He waited till they opened the door holding his strange dagger in hand ready. Might ran up to the door and kicked it open just in to to hit the first robber and knock him out ,He used his momentum to take the second in surprise and stab him in the neck. He had to get out of the port....Might ran over to the row of ships to look for one that he could sneak into when he saw The Stormborn standing in all its glory.*

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Septim, now an older, but wiser man walks toward the town. His brown hair with streaks of white flails in the wind. Small stubs of facial hair dots his face, carefully shaved, for in the lands of the west, it was warm. Septim is different from most westerners, he enjoys the cold, embraces it. He dislikes the humid tropical weather of the land he is native to. He wears a thick grey fur coat of a Northerner, snow sticks to the fur by no cold gets through. A longsword is buckled at his side, an orange gem layed in the center of the cross-guard, the rest of the hilt is the color of cold steel, but it is made of a different metal. The blade itself is of the highest quality, sharpest it can be, ancient runes of the West decorate the blade.

In the years since his adventure on the Stormborn he had become a General of the Western Army, two legions are his to command back home, but in the north, that is worth nothing. His lands, fancy titles, and privlages are worth nothing, all that he has is skill, just the way he likes it.

Septim hears screams and yells in the city he is approaching and runs forward, drawing Firengard as he goes he runs at a pair of black robed men and drives his blade into one's back. The black robed man falls to the ground and the other draws a thin blade with a long hilt.

An Easterner...great...

Septim parries a blow and uses the blunt end of his blade to break the enemy's leg. The enemy falls to the hard, frost ridden floor. Septim holds Firengard up to the man's neck.

"Kill me Westerner...see wha-", he is cut off by a blade entering his throat.

Septim sheaths his bloody blade and turns to see that the enemy ships are leaving. Septim begins looking for survivors.

The Witch king stood to his feet. His standing from his throne sounded throughout the empty hall. "Master?" said voice came from the very far side of the hall. He must have said it in but a whisper, though it sounded as loud as a proper conversations volume would be pitched at.
After what felt like hours, the small person arrived at the other side of the great hall.
"What are you doing here Narconis?"
Narconis looked at the Dark elf that was his master.
"Well sir I was waiting for you to wake up from you're rest you see..."
"I know that. *sigh* but for what reason?"
"There has been an attack on the city that we call Shamhal"
"Who is responsible for the attack?"
"Easterners sir"
"Never heard of them, so it wont be breaking any treaty's if we kill them will it now? Ready my ship! Assemble the Black guard and the Corsairs!"




"And thats why we're here Soulspear"
The two Black Guard either side of him shuffled uneasily against the small wall of boxes that they lent against.
"are you saying sir, that the reason were out here is because your servant told you to?" "Yes" The King replied. "We lost an entire battalion in a shipwreck because of a servant? This is outrageous!" the soldier stood up "MY LIFE IS RUINED BY A BLOODY SERVA-" the soldiers angry comment shot to pieces as several thin arrows penetrated into his body.
"Oh KHAINE SAVE US" said the other soldier shuffling away from the body, and away from the protection of the small wall of boxes.
His body hit the ground soon enough.

Words soon came from the mouths of the Easterners that killed the men.
Words that could have only meant one thing.
"I could have sworn there were three of them..."

[OOC:I hope I can join this thing, if not, well....]

Revenge got to the small infirmary in the town
It luckily wasnt to badly burnt and some men were inside
As Revenge searched the city for any injured people, he came across a man he hadn't seen before
He raised his sword and charged at the middle aged man in grey from behind
It was blocked and Revenge was pushed to the ground
" Who are you old man! " Revenge coffed
If Revenge's father had been there he would have greated him
It was Septim ...

" My father is no concern to you, scum"
Revenge once again got to his feet and charged at the man
And yet again got knoked to the floor with more force this time
" Why have you come here ?! " Revenge said in a loud noted voice

" You know my father ? "
" How do you know him.." Revenge says with a puzzled face
Revenge gets to his feet
" Come with me, I have something to show you.."
On the way Septim explained of how he knew his father
As Revenge wped a tear from his eye, they arrived at the port where 'The Stormborn' stood in all its glory...

Septim was puzzled, his face was blank
Alost like he had seen a ghost ..
As they looked aound
There was two more men staring as the boat...
Might and Erunion stood tall
Revenge had no idea who they were
" Come with me.." Septim said as they strolled over to the two
 "Who are they?" Revenge replied
" All in good time my boy... in good time"
The gravel cruched as they walked across the port towards the two men
There was a strange sense in the air, mystical even...

Septim, aged no more than a year since the Stormborn's journey, even though it had been fifteen years, walked up the boarding ramp, his ring he obtained in the last journey is snug on his finger.

{[sorry about the end of my last post. It was meant to show that during the time when the 2 guys got killed Salaracen got away]}

As they boarded the vessel they soon found one they had not met before.
Salaracen Vineraven Stood taller and more slender than a man, for he was no man but a Dark elf.
"Greetings fellow warriors I am Salaracen Vineraven, Witch king of Nagaroth. As I journeyed here with a small force my ship crashed because of sea traps left by the Easterners. And this is why I wish to join you on your voyages."

[Really?  Good for them.
Dark elves civilization is held together through raiding coastal communities.
So, sorry if they do kill and enslave your family while you sleep, its just a force of habit I guess.
PS: It will be a good twist to the plot then wont it?]

As Erunion walked towards the mighty ship, he saw Septim.
Running forward he greeted his old friend;
"Septim! You've got to be kidding me! Damn, you look hardly a year older. And who is this young whelp?"
Septim replied;
"This is Revenge's son..."
"Revenge's son? Friend, you are welcome. Your father was a good man, a damn good man. He died saving my life. It is an honour to meet his son."
Exchanging pleasantries with the two, Erunion walked on-board the Stormborn.
"Might! It's been a long time..."
Looking around he finally saw Salaracen. With a mighty leap he landed directly in front of him, with his two forearm-guards crossed in front of Salaracen's neck, blades inwards.
"What do ye here, creature of shadow? Speak now, or die."

Hearing the fool behind him, Erunion shot out with a sidekick to the gut, sending the man sprawling a few feet.
"Not particularly intelligent are you?"

{Note: Rather grumpy elf right now...}

Might watches Erunion foolishly alienate more of the crew.

"Alright men and Elves, some of us, like you Erunion, Verll, and Might, have been drawn to this meeting place, others have come here as they are the closest living relative of one of the former crew members, such as Revenge's boy and this lad here who looks a lot like Seloc, and one of you has come to join. Dark Elf, you can join, and any former crewmembers may come, and the rest are as welcome as their fathers", says Septim.

"As former second in command of the Stormborn, I take the post of Captain, now man the stations men! Lets follow these dirty easterners back to where they came from and deliver a plate of revenge!"

[[OOC: I am the same age as the last one because of the ring I wear. I recieved it on the last journey and it protects the user against the effects of time, which can be used both to time travel and live until struck down...]]

[Revenge your rushing things a bit arn't you, lets develop a story, I haven't even said I'ld join yet.

Also I just write a really long post describing how I checking the name of the ship, go lost in though about my "father" and then questioned Septim about him, I didn't get Septim to answer I just asked. I also said OOP: that I don't look like my father as I am, and I haven't told you my name, nor will I just humor me in this. BUT when I pressed post my internet disconnected at exactly the same time!!!!! so I lost the WHOLE bloody thing and I'm to pissed to rewrite it!!]

Hm...
Indeed I have rushed this a little
Forget my post...

Revenge sat down with the others
They included
Septim, Might , Erunion, The Dark elf who was sitting opposite to Erunion
Their eyes stared into each others deeply
This new boy also stood around
None of us knew his name but it did seem more natural while he was around
The air was humid and the wind was picking up slighty
A storm was on its way
They brought The Stormborn ashoar and tied it down
The rain started to patter upon Revenge's black hair
" Cmon people, we can stay the night at the Inn in my village"
Revenge lead the way through the village
Still in some areas it was damaged, but was mostly repaired or being repaired
Revenge took them into the Inn
They went too bed, as tomorrow would no doubt be a long day..

[[ Plato, you may join but I expect no sp-mming what so ever, no god modding , its set way back , no ultra powers etc etc, I suggest you take a look over the first Stormborn, its on page two of the RP section , ignore the last few pages though lol }

Septim walks into his old cabin and opens the chest, he left some objects in it. A Dark Elven dagger taken from one of the dead, a gryphon feather, and planks from the many sea battles he had been in. He took these objects to the Captain's Quarters and placed them in the chest there. He then grabs one of the many maps and plots a course.

Septim thinks of two possible routes, and picks the one around the northern lands...it is plagued by raiders and hostile men, but it's the fastest way...and the hostile men are rich with the plunder of those fallen by their blades and arrows.

[[OOC: What?]]

[[OOC: I think you put no space between put and a which spells the spanish version of female dog...]]

[[OOC: Hmmmm...didn't do it then...did you change the text?]]

[lol, BTW, is there some armoury of some sort on ship I can get a cutless from?]

After a long moment of silence from the Witchking he stood up and walked to the side of the boat overlooking the sea.
"Its not like I can control my people you know... Ships come and go from the docks at Nagaroth. Always Dark elves. We are not known for our trading with other races, only raiding of other races."

He went back to sit down.

[OOC: If any of you are wondering what a Dark Elf looks like....