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"Fine, it was getting very fun, but since we are old tavern buddies I guess" *Septim whistles and Slasher look at him "Hey! Lets have some squirell!" *The mongoose runs over to Septim and starts enjoying some cooked squirell with him... | ||||
"finnally our feud is over i can finnaly get this body armour off it hurts like hell..."
"ragnarr can we start?" | ||||
"Not all provisions are on board, but, by Thursday, they will be ready. We can either set sail on Thursday morning, or Friday, you can choose." *Ragnarr looks at the small dragon.* "And where the hell did you find him? Dragons died centuries ago on this world and only few have managed to survive..." | ||||
"I breed them, fifty full sized dragons lay under my resteraunt..." | ||||
"yep i can vouch for that theres only about 60 in the world you know but septim let me have a chick when it was just born its called Flame" "only 10 live in the wild now... very sad..." | ||||
"Which is why I breed them,,," *Points to slasher "He may look like a mongoose but he is actually half dragon" | ||||
"I have 50 full grown and 100 hatchlings..." | ||||
"they dont half taste nice though... no offence slasher..." | ||||
*Slasher glares at Defensive and a bit of smoke comes out of his nose | ||||
"Fine, the Stormborn sets sail on Thursday then." | ||||
"Sounds good!" *Septim pets Slasher to calm him down..." | ||||
"woot raiding here we come tommorw will be a new dawn of terror as the crew of the stormborn will fiannly set off!!!" | ||||
"woot raiding here we come tommorw will be a new dawn of terror as the crew of the stormborn will fiannly set off!!!" | ||||
:::Posts::: Navigator - Selco Second in command - Septim Singer- Seloc + Game and Watch - you can take turns or so, I don't mind Watch- Game and Watch Master-at-Arms- Samus Master-at-Bow- Defensive :::Positions::: All can wander about the boat, but your battlestations are these: :::Rules::: I am the cap'n, the master and commander on The Stormborn. You all follow my orders, except on raids, when I tell you you're free to do whatever you like. However, I will be expecting you back on the longship with the plunder. Except from me, you follow Septim's orders, however he listens to me. :::The Journey::: This journey will be long, hard, but promising. We shall plunder many wealthy cities, though a long way awaits us first. All the obstacles ( and situations , such as pirates ahead, or land ahead, or storms ) I will inform of them ( the watch is still there, but I'm something like the gamemaster, let's say.) *Ragnarr looks at his crew.* "Is it clear, lads?" | ||||
"Yes Sir" *Slasher gives a sharp salute and growls. Translation: "Yes Sir!" | ||||
I am bringing my pet Octopus, his name is Ollie, he's nice, don't worry Ollie "Glooby Blooby Mloob" Translation- hi | ||||
*Ragnarr looks at Watch.* "Of course, your octopus,.....you know, I guess if we follows the ship, there might be no problems..." *Ragnarr strokes his white wolf Greyjoy.* | ||||
That sounds fantastic, I am a great climber | ||||
"Lets hope you swim aswell as you climb then." (Everyone is to call ragnarr skipper or skip.) | ||||
"Why? Did he play hooky during English class too?" | ||||
"Seloc is right, call me cap'n, sir, skip\per, or somethin. Aye, it doesn't matter." | ||||
*Ragnarr looks at Samus.* ".....what?" | ||||
"The skipper already gonna nuts.......he repeating himself." | ||||
"Maybe I should be put in charge of the rum now..." | ||||
"Yes do we drink rum or grog on this ship?" | ||||
"I'll call you Ragnarr!" | ||||
"What ever you like, we have everything - wine from the Arbor, beer from the Vale, mead from Stormguard, rum from Maidenpool,...of course, the drink of all true lads is mead." *Takes a drinking horn full of mead and takes a big thirsty drink.* "Gods, that's a good feelin'." | ||||
*Septim pulls out his Silver Flask with the insignia of a dragon on it "Ahhhh, good stuff this ale" *Septim takes a drink | ||||
*Game pulls out his Gold Flask with the insignia of an octopus on it "Apple juice is delicious!!" | ||||
*Septim zips up his pants then sees Game and Watch drinking from the bottle he just peed in I wonder if I should tell him that that isn't apple juice....I guess not... | ||||
Septim, could I have eight pelicans? I want to make them into pelican saws and teach Ollie how to fight with them! | ||||
*Septim walks off to Septim's exotic eats and comes back with eight pelicans, cooked. "Here ya go" | ||||
"hmm, I better make sure that Samus has room for eight more pelican saws" /me bumps around in the arm's chest disorganizing everything "Blooby grooby tooby looby, lol" "Shut up Ollie" | ||||
"Why don't people just have normal pets like a dog.........." *sighs* | ||||
*sees Game going through and messing up the arm's chest* "What do you think you are doing?! You are not to go through the arm's chest without my permission. Now hurry up and get everything organized or I'm going to have to go OCD on you!" | ||||
*Ollie saws Samus's face off EIGHT times "BLOOBY DLOOB VLOOBY GOOG!!!" "¡Ollie!¡No! Sorry about your face Sam..." *quickly puts arms chest back in order
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*Septim walks over "I'll sick Slasher on you if you saw any more faces off..." | ||||
Ollie turns red when he is upset | ||||
*Septim walks over to Ragnarr "All of the cargo is packed and the ship is almost ready, Ragnarr" *Slasher growls and gives a sharp salute | ||||
*takes his posistion and settles down to wait for the order to set sail...
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*Ragnarr puts on his heavy fur cloak and takes out a horn from underneath it. He lifts it and sounds it.* "Aye, it's time. Lads, prepare for setting sail! Take yer positions, don't want to leave anyone behind." | ||||
*defensive helps set the sail and then settles down at the bow | ||||
I. The Setting out into Sea Once the whole crew was aboard 'The Stormborn', Ragnarr gave the command. "Lower the sail, and oars on setting out speed!" The longship departed from the docks and slowly, yet determinedly headed towards the horizon. | ||||
"tally-ho!!!!" | ||||
"Take the oars in, the wind is enough!" shouted Ragnarr at the veteran seamen. They all lifted the oars at once and in perfect timing had them inside the boat. "Thoren, Jens, make sure the sail is angled right. Olaf, see if you can get it any higher up the mast." The seamen quickly went to their duties. | ||||
*Samus sits in her quarters relaxing and drinking all different kinds of liquor* *Princess plays with Septim's mongoose-looking dragon* | ||||
-After several hours of glorious sailing, two small shapes apear on the horizon.- | ||||
*Seloc is sitting up his chest snoozing in the sun, untill overwise.* | ||||
As they go onward, the two shapes at the horizon apear to be two galleys, heading straight for them. Ragnarr goes at the front to the watch, since he does not wish to wait until they are too close, and looks at the sails. | ||||
*Samus throws the bottle of rum that she was drinking against the wall and goes to the arms chest* "Here's your weapons men." *Hands the men their weapon of choice* | ||||
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