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*comes across septim*

'hi, can i join? and what am i joining?'

As the strange gel substance started to spread rapidly around the caves, everyone riggled there feet but to no evail in fact the more they strunggled the tighter it got on their feet

As revenge was still stuck in the hole he ran his around the walls , they however had not been consumed by the eary gel substance, they where in fact made of some sort of metal

" Whats happening " cried revenge
" A black goo has engulfed the walls and our feet"
" I was told about this trap, by elders in a town on the way here"
" The only way to actually escape it is to try andslow your heart rate"
" The goo will loosen "

"Then you must act fast before it re-engulfs your feet , try standing on something already engulfed "

*Septim places his hand on his head.

"This game is lost..."

[ Oh right....... sorry]

[Lets have a update on the story and the rules, cause this is going bad....]

[Revenge just stop posting...]

[ Yes, I know we are away from the naval point, that is why I want to finish this chapter, but I have difficulties with all the small posts and elaborate improvisations,... the next post will be a long one, so it will take some time. It will be ready by 30 mins, so post only if it is very important,...]

[ And for heavans sake, all new people, just check the first posts for the rules, is it that hard to think up of? And if anybody wants to join, please send me a PM so we can get him in the story smoothly. ]

The curved blade of the quarb swung quickly, cutting the air deadly, leaving Ragnarr a fraction of a second to dodge it. The northman ducked and jumped in a spin to strike the side of the black robed figure, but it was too fast. He parried the sudden strike of the yatagan (the curved eastern sword) and pushed the man away, leaving him fall on the floor. Ragnarr raised his greatsword high and cut deeply down, but the quarb rolled away quickly, jumped to his feet and by the time Ragnarr had his sword out of the marble floor, cut a deep gash in the northman's righr arm.
Ragnarr spun away and hacked at the quarb, but the hit was all power, no accuracy. The man jumped away and ran forward, slashing sideways with the yatagan. Ragnarr blocked the first strike, and the second, the third one slipped passed his sword, onto the hilt and on his chest, nearly piercing it through, if he had not kicked the man away with a mighty kick.
"Gah!..." the quarb grunted as he stood up again.
The northman waited him to stand up and made an accurate, clear cut directed for the neck, but the other elegantly blocked and swiftly turned round, making a low slash, which Ragnarr blocked in the last instant, leaving himself exposed for a moment. The quarb used it and made a high kick at his face.
Ragnarr fell to the ground, on his back. The quarb stabbed to the ground. The northman rolled away, but too slowly. The yatagan pierced his belly painfully through the chainmail.
Ragnarr stood up slowly, leaning on the small pedistall with the book on it. The quarb hardly did any moves, as his victory was ceratin.
The northman chocked and spat blood.
"This ends now."
The quarb raised the curved blade high and struck where Ragnarr was a moment ago, before he dodged out of the slash. The sword had hacked in two the book with the aura instead.
A terrifying look flashed in the man's eyes.
"God almighty,..." he whispered.
Ragnarr used the moemt to spin around, come to the side of the quarb, who delayed his second slash to much, and had his head.
A moment rest. The northman chocked more blood out. It was finished. He paced slowly towards the door.
The book behind started to glow brighter and brighter. Some magic was ruined, a sudden unbalance caused by the shattereing of the spells in the tome. The pages caught fire, but the light grew brighter.
By the time the northman was half way to the door, an imense explosion of blue and violet flames arouse, send a wave of flames and released magic power swept through the room.
The gates burst open, and Ragnarr's last thought before becoming unconsious was Arnora.
The guild of the black robes was on fire.

*Might runs over and grabs Ragnarr and picks him up before and yells to Seloc, "Where do we go because we have to get Ragnarr some medical help!"*

[If Any of this is wrong you can change it.]

As the elf held back the door, Revenge was able to escape the trap by craking an old wall and passed into another room from where he found stairs,

Revenge ran around the complex , until he felt a large energy force , he ran towards the.locationer and came to see the elf holding back an incredible power , Revenge ran down the corridor , even increasing in heat as he got closer to the force

As he got there he saw the elven man losing grip on the force , slowly slipping away. Slowly dying. Revenge only had one idea, it risked his life and the elves life , he placed his arm upon the elf and transfered his own aura , his own strength . His own soul.... . The elven man stood strong, his eyes turned black , his arms bulged , his legs thickened , his aura doubled , tripled , Revenge was thrown to the floor by the meer power the elf was admitting. The power that was being admitted by the room was pushed back, Revenge managed to get to his feet and pulled the door shut , weak he may have been, as the door rolled shut the elven man collapased to the floor,  the weak Revenge lifted his new friends body onto his shoulder, and stumbled out of the cave , the cave itself began to crumble

He managed to pull them both out of the cave and into the opening , his eyes nearly burned by the light given out in the cave, and his body drained ,Revenge collapsed to the ground, with him came Erunion...

[ was that ok ?]

[ yay  :) thanks ]

[ ragnarr isnt down its Revenge and Erunion ]

[oh  right lol ]

[ Revenge, slow down, let more people post.  Lets just ignore the last post, shall we? ]

[ ok ,  had just finished writing the next chapter aswell *beep* *beep* ]

http://www.kiroastro.com/images/equipment/newfoundland/longship.jpg

[good picture for next chapter]

XI. The Mist, Sent by the Old Gods

Kormac and Eyjolf were running down the docks. On each of them a figure was leaning, limping, looking dead.
"The elf and other mage are here,..." yelled Eyjolf. "Now let's get the hell out of here,.."
Soon all were on the longships, ready to do exactly what Kormac said.
They had hardly noticed the change in nature around them. Not often does this happen in these parts - a sea fog had arrived at Quar-Ashel with the retreat of the night's darkness to the spears of light.
"It's aid from the Old Gods,." was the whispering among the men, who were greatful for the mist. A silent setting sail was what they needed now - no persuers, for they were sure the whole city was fed up with the northerners.
Septim, as second in command on the Stormborn was on the commander's deck, overlooking the hastey work.
The longships departed from the docks in the early morning and sailed slowly towards the opening of the port, towards the Sea of Sorrow, leaving Quar-Ashel behind...

[ Revenge, we resupplied the ship while we were docked, for heavans sake. We were on shore for a week now,.. and I don't think I could be bragging about how I killed people, because I really don't, and I'm not in such condition,... I told you, read the past posts, so you know what you're writing,... not all of them, but at least vaigly read through the past three pages... ]

[Np, I reported it^^]

{He did, But that was a little behind Seloc, because of the delays.
Revenge, the post where you helped me, that was a good one! Try not to godmod on the others, nobody acts as someone else except Ragnarr.}

Erunion was out. Completely unconscious, and not in good shape. Thankfully, Toreanan was not. When he felt his lord fall, He started running towards him, like an arrow to the target. He was able to assist the fast tiring Septim in getting this strange new fellow and his lord back to the boats.
Once he got back, he found organized chaos, all centering around Ragnarr.
Running forward, he yelled; "DO Any of you half-witted louts know how to pour a potion down a throat!?!?!? Since you are all, So intelligent and wise, I'll heal the Captain, but it won't be easy, and it won't be complete. These wounds have had to long t fester, and with the overload of magic in that place, it will be even harder. One more thing, the Duke collapsed from magical strain, which will make it hard for him to get out of bed for a couple of days, and when he does, his magic will not be at full power for a week or so. Thank you for doing nothing, you blasted fools!"

After a while Revenge awoke , not knowing what had happend and grabbed one of the crew and put a knife to his throat

" Where am I " Revenge exclaimed
" Your aboard the Stormborn " the young man replied

Revenge let go of the boy and said sorry
Revenge was not quite with it yet and was still very drained
It was then that he wondered what had happened to the elf he saved
He asked the young boy where the elf was

" Hes is resting I believe " replied the shaken boy
" Thankyou my son "

As Revenge rushed into the room where the elven man was ,there was Toreanan beside his lord waiting for his eyes to re-open. Revenge passed him a hip-flask of liquid he had and told the elf to pour it into the elven mans mouth and incourage him to swallow

" That should get him going a little faster , nothing a few herbs cant do " with a smile on his face Revenge returned to his own bed still very tired and a bit bemussed about his surroundings and the dense fog they had come aross

[ Was that ok?]

{Good job Revenge. That was very good. Might, I think you misunderstood Toreanan. He's calling you all stupid fools because he's extremely worried for his lord's health, but because you guys did very little to help, he would have to deal with healing the captain, instead of concentrating solely on Erunion. Ragnarr will also now take even longer to heal then he would have if he'd just been given a potion a long time back...}

[ Revenge, it's very good if you write a lot, it only depends what it is, as I already said. If you feel like writing, no one is stopping you. ]

 The fog had thinned up a bit after a few days, people had been healed , erunion had been able to get to his feet and we where just able to see the blueray to the right of us, we hadnt been able for days. Yet still the days and nights passed and not a sign of life until the blueray spotted an opening in the fog they signaled to us and we steered the boat into the opening

We managed to settle in the clearing , a bit fresher feeling among the men.
Revenge did not feel right though, he told a few people about this but they just replied

" A bit sick sick lad "

Why wouldnt it be ? he thought to himself as he never had been at sea for this long

[ i decided not to write alot , leave it to people who have done it a long time, i tried writing alot and it just didnt seem right , a bit more time then maybe ]

Dont kill me  :(