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All the other people at the docks notice what happened, and begin to slowly remove themselves from the scene "Well, I think this ends here..." noted Demonsul. "We lost the element of surprise, so we might as well be going. They will be guarding their loot extra hard now, and they probably have nothing anyway."

"Plato! Demonsul! Fools! Get to the ship, you're the muckboys until next port! Let us be off!", says Septim.

[[OOC: Yeah, I noted that but you still must be punished, this is roleplaying, though I give you permission to Godmod Plato once, just don't make him kill himself.]]

[[OOC: Sure!]]

The good thing about being a Dark Elf is that you get more of a kick out of people suffering than Humans and High Elves, so Salaracen got to work proving this point by sitting back and watching Plato suffer.
"Thats some good quality suffering your doing there Plato, keep it up."

[[ I played Whist today =] , you know how to play Kaluki ? { If thats how you spell it.. ]]

[[ Yer, Whist is good fun, have a look at Kaluki, you deal out all the cards between four people, you need 40 points { 10 points for 10 or face card etc } before you lay down etc etc, its great, have a search on google =]  ]]

Salaracen Goes off to play whist with Erunion Telcontar.

Conversation can be heard from below...

"Go Fish! you sunk my battleship..."
"Salaracen, you redefine what it means to be a *beep*."

Coming out onto the deck of the ship, Demonsul spoke to Septim, "Hershnar, Hershnar...I can't think of where I've heard that name before...I know its in the far north of the Eastern Lands, but-ah! Now I remember!" Demonsul grinned. "Its a Broniminan Imperial Town! Yes, I remember, we conquered this place forty-seven years ago. We shouldn't have any problems here, as long as the soldiers policing the town recognize me."

[my RP character refers to the large eastern landmass (that we are using) as a whole as the 'eastern lands']

*Might falls alseep on the ship.*

*the market came into view, and so many supplies were there that Plato stopped counting at 39*

"Hey, Demonsul, isn't that one of the types of Brominan armors?  And smell that over there?  It smells like every sweet into a piece of Brominan tart, and look at the glazing there!  Everyone's gonna eat well tonight!  Well, I'll get the food, you can get the weapons.  Unless you wanna do the opposite.  Or simply just stick together just in case there's some evil guy.  Anyway, I know that the crew is looking for a good hot meal, so..."

*walks up to person at the fire cooking some Brominan animal*

"Hello there, what meats do you sell?'

"Meat.  8 gold a pound.  Seasoned."

*stares at the man, then speaks*

"Do I know you?"

"No.  Pretty sure.  I've lived here for 5 years, selling meat.  So, you gonna buy it?"

"5 years... 5 years... 5 years!!!"

*happiness comes into his face*

"Gotel!"

"How do ya know my name?  Only a few people alive know my n-"

"How did you survive that hurricane?"

*then Gotel's face brightened*

"Oh my lord, how did you get out of that town that was attacked?"

*Demonsul speaks*

"May I ask, exactly who are you?"

"He's Gotel, my friend 5 years ago until he went on a ship into a hurricane."

"And happy to be alive!  Hre ya go, friend, your meat.  Free!"

"No, I reall-"

"Take it, I won't take it back if you do!"

"Thanks!  I guess I owe you 2 times. Eh?"

"Yeah, good-bye!"

[[Damn, sorry.]]

"Omfg, my nuts hurt like crap!  Did someone just run a horse under there or something!?!"

Demonsul goes over to the stall selling Broniminan armors and weapons. Suddenly Demonsul realizes something. "Hey, what is going on? Broniminan war materials are NOT supposed to be available to the public!"
The shopkeeper looked puzzled. "We got them when-" He paused. "Hold on, don't I know you?"
"I hope so!" said Demonsul. "I am Demonsul IV, son of Kahrsul, Emperor of Bronimina! I wish to be shown to the nearest barracks immediately! I can see many breaches of Broniminan Imperial Law here, and I doubt my father would be very happy with them!"
The shopkeeper looked worried. In a flash, he was running towards the nearby group of people...


[Ok, this is what is going on. This town has liberated themselves the iron grip of the Broniminan Empire, but without letting the rest of the Empire know (killing message carriers ect). So, understandably, they aren't going to like having me here.]

As Septim is walking, a man walks over to him and grabs him.

"Cidellian scum, you aren't welcome here!", he says as he draws a dirk.

Septim draws his dagger quicker than lightning (metaphor...) and slashes the man's wrist, as a result the man drops the dirk and Septim picks it up before smashing the man on the head with the hilt of his dagger. Septim looks around to see a large crowd of guards, militiamen, and simply civillians a bit angry about his presense. Septim slips the dagger into it's sheath, puts the dirk into his boot, and draws Firengard. The blade seems to have a fire inside it, and it scares the civillians and many of the millitiamen away, but the twenty guards stay. They all shoot at Septim with their crossbows, but Septim ducks and the arrows go over him into the men opposite of those who fired the bolts, killing some and wounding many. The guards then pull out their blades and charge, Septim parries the first one and dodges a stab, making it go into another guard. Septim then kicks the guard who stabbed at him away and turns just in time to parry another attack. He stabs the enemy in the throat before dodging out of the way of a blow. There are two guards left now, so Septim takes the dirk from his boot and throws it at one, the hilt hits him in the face and he falls on the ground moaning, the other runs towards Septim with his blade, Septim parries and slashes out the back of his legs, Septim stabs his blade into the guard who wa*beep* in the face with the hilt before running back to the ship.

Verll was fighting of some angry sailors that had suddenly started to attack the ship without any reason he could think of. He had been checking the ships supplies when suddenly he had heard a scream from one of the sailors. He had gotten hold of a cutlass and gone up on the deck where Stormborn's crew were defending the ship from a mob of angry sailors and townspeople.

Verll parried a cut, blocked another sword from splitting his head. He dodged another blow and used his cutlass to push one of the men of the ship while turning around. He fought of the men and threw the cutlass at one of them, splitting his head. He drew his sword and attacked, he slashed at one the men while pulling a dagger from his sleeve and blocked a blow, he parried another blow and slashed open the gut of one the men.He had fought of the men attacking him and could get a fast look at the situation. Stormborn's men were fighting  the enemy but more were coming so they couldn't stay for much longer.

*Plato was being forced onto a wooden plank and was carried into a tower.  Plato waited until they got to the top and Plato saw a familiar face*

"YOU!!!" Plato said.  "You killed my family!  Where is the man that attacked the town I was in a few days ago (or however long we were away), Kalert, or I will kill you with my b-"

"Save it, idi0t, or I will kill you now."

*out of the corner of his eye, he saw Demonsul and Septim fighting 2 rather huge warriors.  Septim cut one man's leg, causing him to yelp in pain, while Demonsul took his sword and finished the man off*

"Why would I listen to you?  You did nothing to listen to the poeple you killed in my birthtown!"

"What you have to know is that I had to, my master wanted me too."

"Ha.  Yes, very likely."

*rolls eyes*

"Now, Plato, you know the rules of dueling, I believe?"

"Yes, murderer, I do."

"Then grab a sword and prepare to die."

*before the duel, he sees Demonsul, septim and vineraven kill a huge group of men, while Telcontar was grabing toches for something, but Plato had no idea what for*

*Plato grabed a sword, then started to talk*

"Exactly how did you get to rule this area?  The Brominan King is quite strong and could send an army to kill this entire town."

"This 'town' has the capability to wipe out an empire from the face of the planet.  Until that day I heard a man of your description in the last town you were last in.  And the one of your friend.  That gave me the fear of what I fear now.  The fear that the son of the Brominan Empire has come to kill us all or put the town back into its police force.  But the fact that you are alive... is what scares me the most.  I don't know how, but I sent the strongest men to come and kill you.  They say they did."

"Fool, that was my friend I told to hide in the clo-"

"Silence.  I had to make sure that you die.  You could ruin all.  back a little while, you read a form that someone said was 'history', right?  That was the complete knowledge of my master's empire.  You could ruin all.  Which is why if I fail in killing you, my gurads over there will."

"Cowardly man, very cowardly."

"Soo it may seem to you.  But!  Now, we duel."

And the swords clashed at great speeds, Plato only driven in hate and getting revenge for his family, wife and child, Kalert with fear.  Plato struck a blow at one of the guards when Kalerthad to get back up when Plato knocked him off balance, killing the guard, and Kalert got back up and dashed at Plato.  Plato grabbed the dead guard's helmet andhit Kalert right in the eye with it, then took his chance to kill another guard.  Thius time, Kalert was mad, and when he rammed at Plato, Kalert kept on running, accidently knocking the door open.  Plato dashed through the door, hoping to at least get out, for now the duel and battle had taken an hour, and everyone was tired.  Plato swung his sword right at Kalert's leg, slashhing a little of it.  But Kalert showed no pain.  Then, when they battled all the way toward a nearby stream, Kalert grabbed onto Plato's jacket and jumped into the river.  Plato quickly unbuttoned it, and watched the stream flow.

Demonsul was truly enraged. He kept pacing back and forth, shouting. "This is an outrage! I cannot believe those [insulting Broniminan word] could  get away with this! How could they deceive the Broniminan Empire? I must get word to the Emperor immediately!"
Demonsul ran over to Septim and demanded that they set a course for the Broniminan Imperial Port.

Verll was standing right next to Septim when Demonsul came over demanding that they'd set sail for Broniminan. He raised his eyebrow at the demanding tone Demonsul used.

"Watch your tongue, sailor, you will spend the next couple of weeks as a muckboy." Verll said threatening

Demonsul went down to his quarters to attempt to subdue himself. After all, if he remained this mad until he could send that messenger, he would be of no use to the crew.

Erunion lay tossing and turning in his bed, unable to maintain lucidity.

Johansen tried several healing spells, and different variations. Finally, he found one that helped to stop the spread of the poison, but he didn't have enough power to destroy it.
"Someone send for Alteran and another powerful magi!"

{In other words, I have time for more activity now...}

*Might goes back to sleep.*

Afetr a period of time, the next port was soon to come.  But way before that, Plato saw ash on the snow, and smoke in the air.  Then, Plato saw a blazing fire high up in the sky.  Plato stared as the port came into view, and it seemed both things happened; the places was burnt to the ground and was overrun by guards, and the guards knew who was onboard that ship, every single person.  The general ordered his men to grab their bows when Plato yelled, "We're under attack!"