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"It's good to meet you, Duke Tiber. This is Johansen, my Second mage, and this is Torealan, Master at arms. I myself am an archmage, but not near as good in healing as Johansen."

{OOC: I would find that insulting. Eragon is a tempermental, uncreative Teenager... Scrying is used by many fantasy mages, and I had thought of using exploding/fire arrows before I read the book... :P}

"Hello, good sir. You are captain of yonder ship, and need more crew? Until I can make it to my destination, I would be more than willing to have myself and my men on your boat."

*Seloc turned away and walked towards the 'Blue Ray'.*

"FINRE, KON! get all the wounded aboard the 'Blue Ray', then get the ship ready to sail."

*Seloc took a grapple, then leaned back on it to see if it was sturdy enought to surport him then jumped across the gap between the ships aboard the 'Blue Ray'. He landed heavily on his feet, sending a tingling up his spine.*

"Where's the boarding plank?"

*A sailor shrugged, as Seloc pointed at him.*

"Well then find it and help transport the wounded across it when you have!"

*Septim looked at the arm growing back.

"Interesting..."

*Septim walks over to the edge of the ship and looks out, he sees a small dot sailing away.

"Hmmm...they bit off a bit more than they can chew by taking the elves...."

*Septim goes below deck and grabs as much loot as he can, he also takes a few parts out of the ship in case they ever need them for the Stormborn and gives the boarding plank to Seloc. He then goes back down and finds a chest in the captain's quarters. He sees that it has mysterious symbols on it, but Septim can somehow read them.

"'Inside is the Book of Ages, read only if you are brave', well I'm brave..."

*Septim opens it and suddenly feels a burning feeling in his bowels, he falls to the ground and all goes black...

Septim looks around, all is white.

"Tiber", says a voice.

"Who are you?", asks Tiber.

Tiber recieves no response, but sees the ghosts of his dead father and mother. They both have long gashes in their necks and stab marks in their hearts.

"WHY TIBER?! WHY DID YOU LEAVE US TO DIE!?", yells his mother.

"Yes Tiber, did we not raise you right?", asks his father.

Tiber trys to speak, but words couldn't come out, his sister appears.

"Tiber...you left us to die, there is no excuse!", yells his sister.

His brother appears.

"Brother, why?", he yells.

Tiber's head feels like it is about to burst in the pain of loss when suddenly, he awakes on the floor of the Captain's room. He gets up and looks upon the chest.

"You have passed the test, it is yours", says the box.

Septim looks inside to see a ruby amulet, he tests it for curses and puts it in his pocket.

"I'd better ask Erunion...", says Tiber.

Tiber walks upstares to Erunion and approaches him.

"Erunion, do you know what this is?", asks Tiber as he pulls the amulet from his pocket.

*Septim thought long and hard, looked down at it, then remembered the box's words, "You have passed the test, it is yours", Septim looked up, if the box thought it unsafe to give, it would not have given in it him.

"I...will keep it...for my own reasons...", said Septim.

"And I barely know you...why would I give you such a dangerous object if for all I know you could've been taken while trying to find this!?", said Septim.

"Prove to me that you aren't evil, and I will give it to you, prove it to me!", said Septim.

    "How could I? Alas, it seems an impossible task. The only people who could vouch for me are on land. Could I at least cast a containing spell upon it? I would not wish for you to kill us all in your sleep."
    Blood and bloody ashes! The fool boy, unwilling to part from his bloody new toy!

    "I fear that would be impossible. The last person to enter my mind fell into a coma for 10 days, and didn't remember what he saw in there. I was fine with him being in there, too." Every word true, I guess it's because I teleported here from another world, my mind isn't quite normal...

    "If you leave it in the box and close the lid, it should be good enough. I'm sure that the container for something like this will be good enough, if I can keep it where people wouldn't be able to waltz in and steal it."
    Damn! Nearly slipped there. Getting old. Of course, I've been getting old for the past 140 some odd thousand years. But this time I almost revealed that I actually did know about this bloody world-ender.

    "Thank you, Septim. It will be safe with me."
    Thank heavens the boy chose reason.

    Later that day, in a cabin, Erunion opened the box. He remained upright, but his consciousness faded into nothing.

"Hello, old friend. Do you remember when Xecanoc created you?"
"Telcontar. I am a sentient piece of wood and box. Of course I remember..."

*Septim boarded Ragnarr's ship and saw Erunion go down into his cabin. Tiber was suspicious, but dismissed the thought as he turned to Ragnarr.

"Are we leaving soon Ragnarr?", asked Tiber.

[OOC: Yes I can write a paragraph where I was feasting with myself.]

*Seloc went to bed early because of a headache, leaving Finre in charge of following the 'Stormborn'.*

Verll finds himself some beer and walkes over to Ragnarr.
"Thanks for letting me join your crew, I will not fail my duty as a watch." he says and takes a sip of the beer.

[Agreed but for now I'll stay out of the picture for a while and watch the story unfold]

After two hours the ships had entered Remcia Bay. Even though that the wind was light and the waves low, they had caught a tide and arrived at their destination much earlier than planned.
The Stormborn and the Blue Ray slowly entered the silent bay. They settled somewhere in the middle. The men lifted the sails and threw anchors. The two ships had anchored so close to each other that only two meters of open sea devided the two decks. The men quickly found planks and "joined" the two ships for the night. Soon, most of the men were aboard the longship, pouring themeselves beer, rum, mead and any other alcohol found aboard. Northmen quickly filled their drinking horns and even quicker emptied them. The men were joyous. They had forgotten for a moment about the dead and their wounds and started boasting about their heroic fighting, each telling a more enchanting story than the next.
Ragnarr was drinking mead on the commander's deck along with Duke Septim, Sir Bacardi, Lord Seloc, Erunion and Verll. They were talking and drinking together, with the same mood as the crew.  After some time, Ragnarr decided that a speech would be appropriate for the mens' morale.
He stood up. His tall figure was visable for all on the deck. As they saw him, they stopped their conversations and waited patiently for their lords' words.
"Brothers, "he started, " today many of those who we called close commrades found their deaths. Yet they died as true warriors and even as we speak they are now feasting with the Old Gods, as we are now. " Ragnarr raised his drinking horn. "This is to the fallen. " he said and took a deep drink.
The men silently drank as well.
"And for us, the ones who are still alive, may this not be our last great battle!"
The sailers happily and loudly agreed before taking another deep drink.
"Duke Septim and Sir Bacardi, I am honoured to have such skillful men aboard the longship. Lord Seloc, you truely proved your mastery skills in sea battles today. Erunion, thank you for the help, we'll be glad to have you aboard. And Verll, welcome to the Stormborn! This one is for us!"
Ragnarr emptied his drinking horn as the men, northeners, elves and everybody else, cheered the ones he spoke of....

Verll emptied his horn and cheered with others, and then he started singing a song about death. The whole crew joined in and after some seconds, the whole crew had joined in on the dirge[OOC:I have no idea if that is the right word]

Verll looks at the green mead.
"Could I have some?" He ask Erunion

Verll grins. "I don't get hangovers."

"Just one sip, please"

"He woke up, surprising, that."
"Ah bah!"
Mildly annoyed, Erunion makes up another mug.
"Here you go, but I will not be responsible for any headaches or missed duties on the morrow."
Verll also chugged it, and he too, collapsed. He, however, having had something else to drink already, did not get up for some time...

*Jonny sang along with the rest of the men, happy to be alive to have something to sing about. He drank and danced with the crew, just helping everyone party up, and be joyous.*

[ooc:not a very emo-esque unhappy type of character am I?]

*Jonny sang along with the rest of the men, happy to be alive to have something to sing about. He drank and danced with the crew, just helping everyone party up, and be joyous.*

[ooc:not a very emo-esque unhappy type of character am I?]

The night passed in drining and singing of heroic songs. Eventually everybody collapsed on the deck to sleep, since they were all tired from the battle and they had emptied the longship from all its alcohol.
Ragnarr woke up the next morning early at sun rise. He found himself laying on the deck with the drinking horn in his hand. He dropped it and stood up slowly.
Most of the men were still asleep, although some were starting to open their eyes - after all, sea veterans were used to waking up in the first shine of the sun.
Steadily, they stood up and slowly cleared the deck from last night's feast. The Blue Ray's crew went back on its ship, took the "joining"  planks off and strated inspecting the damage from the battle last day. Ragnarr's men did the same.
The Stormborn wasn't very severly damaged - only hear and there some planks had to be improvements, although there were a few holes in the hull and the mast needed touching up. All in all, it was a work for one day, no more.

Verll wakes up after everybody else and thinks to himself "What the bloddy hell did that elf put in that drink"
He then sees Johansen walking around healing hangovers, and walks over to him and asks "could you help me with my hangover, please?"