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*grabs the cutlass from his home and is glad it is still in good shape*

"Oi, get ready to set sail when Seloc gets here!!!"

"If you don't want him you can work double the shift to make up for the loss, your decision, but I would prefer not to have the cabin boy be the archer..."

Septim's elite men approach.

"General Septim, we are here to serve", says the men.

"Cut the formalities, and up here I am Captain. Now, go about the duties", says Septim.

The fifteen men are the elite men of Septim's army. Experts at every type of warfare, they are also extremely experienced in naval combat, taking part in the Resarian War, which was waged mostly at sea. To be respected by them requires a rare breed of man, one hardened by battles one can only imagine, one who has been through the horrors of countless battles in wars that only few know existed. Septim turns back to his men.

"And please don't look down upon the others, we are already looked upon the most as pompous @rses, and just because the rest of our kind our, doesn't mean we have to...", says Septim.

[double post]

As they sailed out further north
Revenge spotted movement under the waves
Whales, seals they were both native to this area
But this was long and thin
It looked like a Pike
But it was far too large to be a Pike
This beast under the waves was around fifteen foot long
Much like an anoconda..
Revenge walked over to Seloc and Septim as they looked over a more detailed map
" What beats live under the sea around this area" Revenge asked......

Lord Verll stood tall as the waves crunched the side
The sea breeze whistled
He has also borded the ship....

[[ I give this RP to Septim, because I am not going to be around much next era  =(  ]]

[ Hey, can someone tell me in short the storyline and if I am inclueded, cause I don't really think I can be gamemaster again, I barely have time... ]

[Ragnarr it's set so your not in it, but that could easily change, it seems no-one wants to be game master.]

[[OOC: Ragnarr, go ahead and I will give the liberty of telling the storyline to somebody else, I don't have time right now...]]

he rummaged through a book that he had with him. After a while he pulled out some parchment "here..."
He handed Verll the parchment

"This is somewhat what they look like. they flames you see him breathing are not fire but are poison, so keep on the look out, other wise if you get it in your eyes.... you wont be able too ever again..."

[@Verll, shall we continue the dagger storyline?]

*Might leaned over the edge of the ship trying to get a scent ,but the sea breeze stopped him.*

{Ragnarr, the Stormborn is yours... I think that you (or a relative of yours) should join us at our first stop...}

The sea monster is about to attack when the longship goes into shallow waters, the monster doesn't wish to attack in shallow waters, so it goes off, but it'll be back...

[[OOC: Leaving until Thursday, so I will give each person a task to do in the town.]]

Septim, at the tip of the ship, looks out to see lights on the horizon. Visgrund, the city of demons, there had been no demons there for ten thousand years, but the inner demon of people showed through much of the population as robbery, murder, and rape plagued the town. The Stormborn pulls into the harbor and a fat man wearing disgusting, beer covered fur approaches, his face is gluttonous and his hair is greasy and dirty, as if it hadn't been washed in over a year. A smile was upon his face.

"That'll be one hundred coins to be there", says the dock captain.

"How about fifty coins and we don't cut your throat right now", says Septim, "We know that no guards have jurisdiction in this town and we are all great mages, swordsmen, and archers...", says Septim.

The man's smile disappears.

"Fine", he says as he takes fifty gold and walks off.

"Alright men", says Septim as he turns around, "Erunion is on recruiting, Might is on getting supplies, Verll and Vineraven gets the job of gathering information, I will go off and do something I need to do..."

"Fine, Might is on gathering intel with Verll, Vineraven is on supplies, now go..."

Erunion walked through the town, hunting for some half-decent looking sailors.
If I manage to find one sailor in this hell-hole who isn't drunk, I'll be shocked.
Erunion continued to walk down the street, popping his head into shops and taverns along the way, clearly without any luck at all. As he turned down an alley, the inevitable happened. Some poor fool tried to rob him. A quick swing of the cudgle was caught on Erunion's hidden armour. A quick round kick to the thigh collapsed the man, as Erunion's shin-spikes sunk into flesh and shattered the bone. Turning around Erunion blocked another strike, this time from a sword, then used his other forearm spikes to tear the man's throat out. As this was happening, another man came from the side. He was dealt with by a swift side kick to the gut.
Walking back into the main street, Erunion noticed that he had garnered quite a crowd. Amongst it he saw several able-bodied people who looked 90% sober.
Speaking to these mostly sober people, Erunion invited them to join the Stormborn. For the most part the people in the crowd were halfway decent, willing to do nearly anything to get out of this place. Because of this, Erunion managed to get eight able bodied men to sign up, seven of whom had some experience on boats, and three of whom were clearly experienced sailors. The eighth of the group was a fairly powerful (if undertrained) mage.

Salaracen went off into the town.
He looked at both sides of each street he went down until he came across a stall that seemed to sell something other than alcohol or women.
As he walked up to the stall he noticed that the stall was operated by a small old man and he was selling some strange slightly rounded fruits some where red and some were green.
"Ill take all of your apples old man, what do you want for them?"
The old man looked up and down the Dark Elf.
He saw the bag that Salaracen wore and pointed to it.
"you cant have my bag if thats what your thinking"
The old man gestured for the bag to be opened.
"How about this shiny rock" Salaracen pulled out a shiny rock obviously of no value.

Half an hour later Salaracen was back at the dock were the Stormborn was kept closely followed by the old man with his apple cart.
After all business were finished between them the old man went off to the town to spend spend spend and Salaracen made sure the apples got on board the boat. After, Salaracen went back into the town looking for some more supplies.

Demonsul had seen the apples loaded onto the boat. He wondered if he should continue to wait, but decided against it and chased Salaracen and told him of his need to reach Bronimina. He offered the Broniminan coins to him. He hoped they would be accepted...

Demonsul suddenly realizes something.
"We need a map to Bronimina! I don't have a clue where we are, so I can't point us back there!"

*Might turns to Verll.*

*Might walked into the closest tavern, one owned and run by the "Richies". Upon entering his sensitive nose was mercilessly attack by the smells of urine, throw up, and beer. Fighting his way through the crowd to the bartender he asked for the strongest beer he had while handing him a gold coin.*

[[OOC: I already drew a map...]]

[who says its a map of the continent you drew Septim? It could be for a land far far away....]

After gathering all the supplies needed for the journey Salaracen went to see what Demonsul was up too.
After seeing the map over Demonsul's shoulder he was quite confused.
"were is this great land that this map speaks of Demonsul? It is of none of the likes I have ever seen... Though... it is familiar to me...."

[Septim, its not like your the game-master :P]

[Well, can you at least incorporate my map into the world? If you post your map I can sneakily shove my map into it...]

POSSIBLE WORLD MAP:

OPEN IN A NEW WINDOW
Only major ports are shown, many minor ports are unmarked