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[[OOC: We just totally steered away from the naval journey element of the story...wow, now it's like Indiana Jones!]]

[OOC: Read the story. Rule number 1: no Godlike stuff.]

*Might stands on a box and sense the box doesn't have a heart beat he doesn't getr engulfed by the black goo.*

{Moderators, delete all the posts on this page to this point. Revenge, you keep misunderstanding things, Seloc is talking about an emotion, and you thought it was a weird substance. READ CAREFULLY!! And Septim, we can still save the game.}

[[OOC: I hope we can save the game...]]

The group stood there as the door crumbled open

No one knew what to do, a thick cloak of darkness clenched on the mens bodies and seemed to rid them of any faith they had left

[[OOC: I don't wanna be rude, but it would be nice if we could just let Ragnarr continue it...where is he anyways?]]

(I don't usually do this, but some of the previous posts might be ignored. Sorry, lads.)

Ragnarr ignored the quarrels amongst his warrior commrades. He raised his sword and smashed the hilt part in the mechanism Seloc touched a while ago, after which he kicked open the large gates.
They heavily swung and bashed into the walls at the sides, revealling some chambers that looked like Freyja's owns. In the middle, between a colonade of huge red marble lay a golden circle on the ground, with richly decorated chairs on its circonfirance. At the middle stood a low pedestall, with a closed book standing on it.
Was it just him or did it have an aura?
But that did not catch his eye for long, as a tall figure stood behind it.
"I thought you would never manage to come." it spoke.
Ragnarr paced forward, closely followed by the rest. Lord Seloc had his sword in defensive position, Septim had raised it, ready to attack anything. Lord Bacardi had his blade in his sheath still, yet safely holding its hilt. Erunion was staring ahead, focusing, obviously some elven sourcery. Verll and Might protected the rear, wondering if they should go back and help Revenge or follow the rest. There were about five more warriors, all on guard.
Kormac took an arrow out and placed it on his bow of Elven Cherrywood.
"I suggest you lower your weapons." the figure spoke.
A slight rattle of chainmail and steel sounded around. Ragnarr looked up - the wall had small windows, between arches and columns around its length, placed higher that they were. There were quarbs there, with spears, bows, blades and knives, all with the black robes.
It was obvious that this was a trap in the begining, yet Ragnarr just wanted to end all this.
The figure came out of the shade to reveal an impressive, large black robed warrior, with rich armor and a rough, swarthy face.
"Before we just wanted the ransom, for you lot would cost a lot of topazes and gold,... until you killed Mahmoud ibn-al-Abbas, my own blood brother."
Ragnarr kept silent, looking at the man with icey eyes and a stone face.
"This is a matter of honour. The one who killed him shall fight with me. If no one confesses, then a volley of a thousand arrows will send you straight to the seventh hell."
"I killed him." said Ragnarr, although he knew it was a lie.
The tall man kept silent for a fraction of a second.
"Leave us."
A tide of guards leapt out of the doors and pushed the rest back, out of the hall, too fast to give them time to respond. The gates shut in front of them, leaving them  face to face with the black robes. The guards stood still. They had no intention to fight, unless if attacked.
Inside the hall, the sounds of combat came.

[ I'll continue shortly. You can post now, just please don't do something absoulutely out of the current theme,... ]

[ Now we should get back to the longship, but if we meet resistance on the way (in case you lads think you did not have a good fight) is your decision. My suggestion is no, but you decide.]

Erunion was watching, in his head, the proceedings of the battle, waiting with baited breath for the conclusion. Then he saw what was coming, the book was about to be destroyed. A look of horror passed across his face as he leapt to the door, throwing it open. A fantastic burst of blue flame came out, a wedge of safety appearing in it. If Ragnarr had been a few seconds slower...
Thankfully the group was sheltered by this.
"We must get out of here! Kormac, Might, grab Ragnarr, then we run! That shield will fail any second now, and I don't know how long this fire will last! Hurry! Run back to the harbor! NOW! I will hold it off as long as I can!"

[ Nicely written, interesting style. Try to keep it up, lad. ((: ]

Septim runs over to the two fallen men and grabs one over each shoulder. He runs back towards the longship with Might and the others running ahead of him. Seloc and his men take a turn towards their ship at the docks and Septim and the crew of the Stormborn boards the mighty longship.

"Ready the ship lads! Ragnarr is down!", roared Septim.

"Aye aye!", yelled the crew.

Lord Ragnarr The Wolf Report 11/23/2007 2:52:57 PM

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.

[[OOC: He's out, Might grabbed him and ran like hell...]]

As Septim ran with the two fallen men , might boarded the ship and layed the injured ragnarr down , the blood rolled out of ragnarr like a ball down a hill, it wouldnt stop, and with erunion out there was no real healer, someone had to heal him

And as seloc boarded the ship with the two men the longship set off for the next adventure, but what was in store for these men, only the future will tell....

Verll boarded the ship and looked behind. He could see the light from torches coming down the city roads.

"I think maybe we should hurry a bit!" he screamed to the crew on the ship, and then he helped making the ship ready for departing.

*Jonny ran onto the ship. And immediately started getting the arms ready. The huge amount of arrows had been delivered and paid for, thankfully. Jonny laid down as many of the axes and bows as he thought might be needed, then he started helping the rest of the crew with readying the ship for sailing.*

[Revenge stop posting crap, pm Ragnarr if you need to.
You guys have been bussy, and you left Erunion and Revenge behind...o well.]

Seloc boarded the 'Blue Ray', threw his swords to the nearest sailors, and gave him orders to clean them and put them on his hammock.
He then gave his head a good scratch whilst trying to work out what had just happened.

Seloc: "Kon, get Doc and head to the 'Stormborn' it seems Ragnarr has been injured again."
Kon: "Aye sir, what sort of injury?"
Seloc: "I painful one I suspect....O and tell Might he's under orders to guard Ragnarr till he's better, Ragnarr won't like it but well...."

Seloc trailed off, leaving Kon staring at him. He eventually left once he'll realised the convesation was over.
Moving over to the Rail, Seloc stared at the 'Stormborn', watching and as an organised havoc was under way, everyone trying to assist their captain. Gathering clean bandages, or fetching drink, some would even be offering obscene cures, to take away the pain. Remembering his previous gut injury, one man had suggesting hanging him upside down on the mast, whilst slapping his body with wet fish.....He had been left behind for disobeying orders shortly after.
This chain of though quickly lead Seloc the realise the elf was absent, not that it mattered, once less elf in the world made Seloc's job easier.

Thor: "Sir, we setting off?"
Seloc: "What?...o umm no, not until we get the orders too."
Thor: "That makes a change sir."
Seloc: "What do you mean?"
Thor: "Well you didn't return, at the head of a huge column insitant that we leave at once."

*Might stands next to Ragnarr pushing away the men who keep offering these obscene and useless cures and trying to stop the flow of blood coming from the different cuts.*

"Get out! Get to your posts! Ill handle this!"

[Im a ranger if your asking how I know some of the stuff.]

[ ok ok , i was 30 seconds late of being able to edit ...]

[OOC:I thought Septim got Erunion and revenge out? Or did I read that incorrectly?]

As Jonny started yelling at the men to get organized, the fog started creeping closer. When he got a second to catch his breath, he turned to Verll, who had taked a small break to clean off the mystical dagger he still had.

"Thank god for that fog. We're going to get away from here, and live to tell about it. I bet they have almost half the city looking for us. I feel bad for all the merchants that we bought from though, they will probably be interrogated, and then disposed of. Sad way of life, this city has."

*Might sees this Toreanan yelling at everyone about how stupid they were and grins at how all the "nobility" seem to think they know everything. Even the servants.*

"Excuse me but I have been taking care of Lord Ragnarr and all the "magical" help needed is with the deeper wounds. Everything else will be fine with a day or two of rest."

[OOC could you use names. Saying the elf is kind of, well, you lose attention there. It was nice, I liked it anyways.]

Jonny was still getting the ship in order. He was trying to get the ship into peak sailing condition. As they sailed through the fog, it was very evident that all the ships that would try to pursue them from Qual-Ashel would more likely then not find them. They where having trouble seeing the Blue Ray which wasn't even very far away from them.

[ does anyone mind if i write a big bit, im quite bored, i know i shouldnt.... its ragnarrs job, like i said im very bored]

[ I am going to write alot now.... get this bit going    ;) ]
[ we will encounter a hydra at sea ]
[ i hope people know what that is ]
[ if thats ok ]
[ it was ment to be for my english exam i will tweak it to fit this if thats ok ? ]

*Might already hates Revenges haughty style. He also plans to assasinate Revenge and Erunions servants.*

"Seloc I think me and you have a common dislike on this ship. Maybe we should "cleanse" the ship."