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*wakes up after a bad dream*

Salaracen stood on the deck looking up at the nights sky.
He wondered what was going on back home, It was around this time of year that the incubated Yeral Drakes eggs would have hatched and the city would be full of the sounds of the young creatures running throughout the city hunting down things smaller than themselves. Eventually the Drakes would mature and the weakest would have died off, huge proud lizards that would finally be able too...

Salaracen woke from his flash back only to realise he was drooling a bit...

Demonsul rushed over to the ballista, and began to help the crew fire bolt after bolt at the creature.

Prince Gorris Septim 3/29/2008 8:29:02 PM

The sea serpent lunges at a young sailor named Bartimaeus, and Bartimaeus, out of luck, stabs his blade into the creature's eye, and doesn't let go. The creature roars in pain and swings his head back and forth in pain, but Bartimaeus still clings on, Bartimaeus then grabs a dagger from his leg sheath and stabs it into the creature's other eye. The creature swings it's head and Bartimaeus lets go, the creature roars and goes in to attack the ship, but misses and is shot with the ballista. The creature roars and goes down into the sea, not dead, but severely injured. Bartimaeus rises with his arm hanging limply at his side. The crew salutes and congratulates Bartimaeus, and Septim walks over to him. "Good one", says Septim happily. [[OOC: We sort of need to redo our positions...nobody has anything right now. Captain - Gorris Septim Second in Command - Navigator - Medic - Melee Master - Archery Master - Magic Master - Quartermaster - Cook - Ballista crew - Nostros, Besco, Fersir, Sigurd, Xarxes Crew members - Aesius, Bartimaeus, Wessius, Conwell, Jaspus, Versol, Garsul, Vastol, Teskar, Olin, Rershot, Hesgir, Lostos, Topal, Oernir, Sofest, Bertol, and Grubbs. Sailmaker - Carpenters - Say what you are, first come first serve, spots not filled will be filled with NPCs!]]

[[OOC: It's the same one!]]

Septim walks up behind Salaracen.

"It's a sea serpent! You can't tell even though you've fought one before?!"

*Might sat calmly on his bed sharpening something.*

Septim draws two throwing knives and throws two into one of the beast's eyes. One hits, one misses, and the beast is quite angry, the jormundi attacks with full strength and Septim jumps on top of it, Septim stabs Firengard into the jormundi's head. The beast flails around and Septim jumps off onto the deck, he lands with a roll and runs towards the ballista, he turns it and fires the ready shot right into the beast's mouth, killing it.

"One down...ten to go, plus the hyrdra...those aren't good odds...", said Septim, "Men! Sail this away, and keep your distance from the sea monsters until either the hyrdra or the jormundi are dead! Then we will fight the weakened survivor!"

"Don't tell me the odds!"

Septim's men sail away from the battle as the jormundi attacked the many headed hyrdra. After a long battle the hydra lost to the two remaining jormundi, and the Stormborn sailed in.

"Fight to the death or not at all men!", says Septim as he fires the ballista at a jormundi, missing.

Plato noticed that the Jormundi were more weaker than the hydra, and could be killed.  Plato shot arrows right at one of the Jormundi (plural form is?) eyes, blinding it.

Erunion, now starting to recover from his ailment, walked onto the deck with sword in hand.
He stood right in front of one of the Jormundi, then tossed a fireball at the creature. Enraged, it struck at him. Stepping slightly to the side and pivoting, Erunion rammed his Trendarat into the top of the creatures mouth, then smoothly pulled it out as the beast died on the deck.
"Get the other one lads!"
Running over Erunion started firing magical projectiles at the second creature.

{I'm back! Ish...

The crew exiles Might to an island with nothing but an iron dagger for killing Bartimaeus and sails off to continue their journey.

*Septim refuses it.

"I don't take gifts from murderers..."

The ship sails off...

[[OOC: You can still take back that post you did...]]

[What? I thought this was all a joke :P]

*Might starts to work on a ship.*

*Arvious IIII comes in and reverses time*

[[Too bad]]

Septim walks out.

"Great...good thing Longships are built for being beached..."

Demonsul falls on Plato, waking him up from his dream of waking Demonsul up

*Might sneaks up on Plato and murders him with his jeweled knife.*

[Your ARVIOUS?!]

[Ignored....you can't control other peoples players.]

*Might sneaks into the woods.*

*Septim stops time and kicks Plato in the testicles so hard they come out his mouth and reverses time to the party.

[Septim, this has officially been killed. I told you that you shouldn't have let them in.]

*Septim, aboard the longship, banishes Plato to a desert island.

[[OOC: You have been kicked off this thread...]]

The ship sails off towards the port of Gosnoron, which is a small village held by a band of friendly northerners.

Back aboard the Stormborn, everyone starts to wake up from their drunken sleep (except Septim who never touched a drop and is at the wheel). Fighting through his hangover, Demonsul realizes that three of their crew members were missing, Might, Bartimaeus and Plato. He decides not to mention it, as they were probably killed by the sea monsters.

[what? we're already past that sal...its the next day now, as far as i know]

{Cough, EXcuse me Mr Naergothren elf. But Dark Elves in actual fact dont do magic that much. They are way more Militaristic than "Naergothrendarin" Elves.
Dark Elves Worship only Khaine the God of War, were as High elves worship all other manner of gods. From the day a Dark elf is borne into the world he is taught to kill and hate all others than his own kin.}
[And demonsul, I was just pretending the stupid part didn't happen, in other words going back a bit.]