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[[OOC: That last post is void, I decide when to continue the story and how, not Plato...so now you get muckboy duty until this Sunday!]]

*Plato starts to wash the muck up*

As the Stormborn sailed the seas, a tremor rocked the waves. The sea monster came from the deep, it's eyes now gone, but it's other senses all the sharper. Septim walks out onto the deck.

"Man the ballista! Grab your bows! The sea monster's back!"

[this better be a different monster because we killed the Jormundi/sea serpent.]

Salaracen wiped his mouth and ran to the bow of the boat.
As the beast's spiny back skimmed the surface of the water Salaracen begun to chant an ancient Druchii spell.
In moments another beast from the deep surfaced, lunging its many jaws at the beast that threatened the Stormborne.
"What is that?" cried a crew member arming the ballista.
"Hydra" Salaracen replied.

[{{Sir Salaracen Vineraven Frostsoul


3/30/2008 11:00:10 AMAs the mighty serpent lunged at the side of the boat Salaracen with perfect timing rose his sword. The head of the beast impaled onto the cruel blade of the Dark Elf. With its last dying moments the beast coughed and spluttered until a huge spit wad of poison splattered into Salaracens eyes.
The beast was dead but at what cost?
Salaracen fell to the deck unconscious, bringing the serpents body on deck a fair bit as well.}}]

[00c:You didn't notice my post ages ago?]
[plus Jormundi had many children so there could be thousands of these things...]

"I would if I-" Salaracens words were cut short as the Hydra that he had summoned was suddenly attacked from all sides by numerous numbers of Jorumundi. Each head fighting off one of the serpent like creatures.
"Get to the ballista... NOW!"

 

Plato grabbed onbe of the weapons from the last port and began to fire bow after bow at one of the serpent's eyes.  But the arrows just bounced right off the eyes.  How were they supposed to beat them.?  Plato grabbed his sword and ran right up to the bow, grabbed a rope, and jumped right on top of one serpent.  It struggled, and the other serpents noticed that it did.  They swam toward the serpent and lunged at Plato's head, but that was when he jumped off back into the ship, and the teeth went right into the serpent's head, killing one if them.

Plato talks to himself.

"The odds that we win this are 1 in 100,000.  Then again, since when did we stick to the odds."

*suddenly, a Jormundi sticks it tail into Might cabin and ppulls him out into the battle*

*As the tail comes in Might rolls away and impales it to the ground with a spear. He takes a axe and starts to chop at it.*

The Jormundi throws it's head around, and knocks Might to the ground, it goes down to swallow Might, but a spear hits it from the side, Bartimaeus runs in front of Might with a longsword drawn and slashes out the Jormundi's eyes before delivering a fatal stab underneath the jaw.

***

Xarxes, one of the ballistamen, fires a massive projectile at the blinded jormundi, it hits it between the eyes and the Jormundi falls into the deep.

*Might wonders how the Jormandi could climb on board and do that sense it was still in teh water and could only use its tail to get that far. Might kills Bartimaeus.*

*Might takes out his jeweled dagger and hands it to Septim before he leaves.*

I'm gonna guess that the last Jormundi died?

[[OOC: ...oh...]]

Septim has a party on the ship which results in most of the crew getting drunk, Septim refuses to drink.

"Clouds the mind, I only drink when I'm in my home, not on a ship in the middle of a sea serpent infested ocean..."

Demonsul (through a drunken haze) attempts to steer the ship, but ends up grounding it on Might's desert island.

[no he doesnt, i perma-killed him in SEE]

[ignoring Plato]

Demonsul attempts to get the ship back into the water, but one man cannot shift the Stormborn, and it has no reverse. (Demonsul is still drunk btw)

Demonsul has the alcoholically induced idea of trying to hide the ship under palm leaves, to avoid detection for his stupid crime.

*Plato wakes up Demonsul from his odd dream*

*wakes Demonsul up from the dream about him waking me up waking you up*

*(gets confused and starts to walk on the island*

Yes.

*Might stabs his lung for no appaent reason*

*runs into the jungle and kcks Might in the head*

*gets a surgery done, then grabs a gun and shoots Septim*

*he keeps kicking my testicles! damn*

And nothing dies until it does

THIS IS MADNESS!

*leaves*

As the last of the Jormundi slide back into the sea, Salaracen Comforted his summoned hydra.
As Salaracen whispered to the beast in a tongue that non of the humans on board would possibly be able to understand, the crew went back to everyday chores.
The High Elves aboard noticed what Salaracen was doing and looked away in disgust. In High Elven society speaking the tongue of serpent like reptiles was forbidden. This was because Dark Elves were adept at it. So rather than be second best at it, they forbid it altogether.
 

{Erunion wonders where the High Elves are... Note: I'm a Naergothrendarin elf, not a High elf... We are considerably more militaristic than either of the races. (Yes, even you Dark Elves.) This is partly culture and partly circumstance driven.
Dark Elves are proficient in Dark Magic and other evil things.
High Elves are just good at magic all around and tend to hold their nose at most things.
Naergothrendarin Elves don't use dark magic, but specialize in combat spells and are fantastic soldiers and warriors.}