Fenris raised a eyebrow but didn't ask about the leg. "So, we got everyone, we're ready?" he asked as he finished hoisting the sails that Shakur had been hoisting.

"I don't need healed, my leg was healed and capped when my ankle down was cut off" Shakur pointed to the metal cap that covered the open gap of his leg. "I lost it long ago and from then of I tried to keep my boot on as much as possible. You know, so everyone can keep their confidence in me because people question their safety when travelling with an amputee" Shakur was happy he could get his secret off his chest, he doesn't enjoy lieing. Shakur watched as Fenris hoisted the sails for him, and yelled thank you to him as he did it. Shakur hopped over to the ebony boot and put it back on.

Jonacin lifted Serene up and sat down with her again, holding her close against him

Sel had positioned himself at the very front of the boat, sitting cross-legged and staring ahead. Finally, they were off the island! He was scared when he saw Shakur and Serene fall, but when they were fine he laughed and continued looking ahead.

He looked inside his pack and found the old guar meat. He held his nose as he pulled out the rotting meat and threw it off the side of the boat. All that was left in the sack was a reflect potion. He smelled it - he didn't have to be an alchemist to know that the potion was spoiled. He poured the contents off the side as well, but saved the vial - maybe they would need it. He looked into the empty sack.

If everyone else's supplies look like mine, we may be in trouble. he thought. I'm hungry...

The thunder rolled in the background, loud cracks and bright yellow splashes danced across the darkened sky. Alton pulled the cloak tighter around him, strapping the cords together as to keep not more rain water from seeping in. He imagined that he looked of a imposing figure, being that the armor gave him a slightly bulkier appearance under the sucked the rain soaked cloak.

Even under the heavy downpour Alton managed to rest his eyes, almost in a state of sleep, yet not careless enough to do so.

"..Azura.." A slow mumble left his lips, "Why do you seem so familiar? As if you've tasked me with something?" He shrugged slightly, shivering in the chilling night. The waves were crashing high upon the boat, rocking it from side to side. Alton merely took a seat, just to steady himself. It made sense to take cover in such a storm but he enjoy'd it to much, not the rain, not the lightning, but the darkness. It seem so hidden, so.. powerful. Its lull was to strong for him to resist.

Alton sat there, meditating, and mentally preparing himself for the up-coming battle. He was beginning to think that maybe the rebels weren't as bad as they were made up to be, but the fact was, he didn't want to kill them for what they did to the empire. He would slay them for his own amusement.

(If this poses a problem I'll edit.)
The storm had come in very quickly, York took off his armor and left it downstairs and headed back on deck to sit in the rain, he'd always liked the rain especially when it stormed.

York sat alone near the back of the ship as it creaked and snapped. The waves crashed against the ship but he sat undisturbed. This is why York had loved sailing.

At least this boat ride won't take as long as the last voyage. York thought happily

The rain was cold though and after a while York decided to go inside to rest.

(ooc hey Kiln were aer you, sorry but i forgot who you were with)

Otik looked into his pack and saw that that there wasn't much there, he then rummaged threw some stuff and finnally produced a fishing net.

"Hey who wants to help me catch something? I don't know about you but my pack's almost empty."


(ooc thats what I thought but i didn't know)

OOC: I'm with the bad guys on a boat coming to kill you Seeker.

IC: York walked downstairs looking for a place to sleep...but as there were no beds in sight he sat among some of the cargo of the ship tired and trying to fall asleep.

The smell was horrible but sleeping there beat being on deck. It reminded him of his days as a sailor. And then he thought of the pesty duties the captain had put him up to and how he'd left to go with these men. York was ready to kill the rebels at any cost.

The boards creaked as the 210lbs. man walked down the steps into the hold.

"No beds aye?" Alton said without even looking at York, "Hmm, this should do" He grabbed several large sacks and propped them up against the wall, soflty laying his head upon them.

For several long minutes he stared at York, either in a un-holy gaze or sleepful glare, none were to be decided.

York looked at Alton as he stared at him. Alton made him feel uneasy and it didn't seem that he trusted him, even now.

York tried to avoid looking back at him but he couldn't help it...he kept looking back at him instictively, waiting for him to look away.

After some time of silence and staring York tried to start a conversation,

"So...I uhhh...." He tried but Alton's steady stare pierced his soul

He continued after a few moments of trying to find the words,

"So...how long have you been with this group?" York asked

Oh that sounds intelligent...

York shifted position, sitting up looking at Alton.

OOC:I was so tempted to kill him in his sleep.

You know hes talking to you right?

Yes of course, but he needs to be broken down first

Broken down?

Yes... Remeber that trainie Dafasono?

Of course, a powerful young lad, destined for greatness it seemed.

Well he's dead.

Dead?!

In the face of battle he was scared, he didn't posesse the ability to block his emotions out.

Hmm, what a pity.

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"What do you want maggot?" Alton said as sternly as possible, "Hmm, you want a fight hunh? Tell me boy how many battles have you fought through!? How many lives have you ended? If you haven't been to Cyrodil you haven'tseen anything yet!" His voice grew coarse with the growing sound.

"Tomorrow, you and me will train. Now sleep!" Alton spat

York stared at him in disbelief. His time in the legion had hardened him but this man was truly intimidating. More so than most commanders.

"Fine tomorrow we will train." York said trying not to sound afraid and without removing his eyes from Alton

Oh god...I should've just slept... York thought to himself

"And I'll sleep when I'm ready and no sooner." York said trying to seem brave

So he sat there waiting for a reply from the man. Hiding his fear.

"HAHAHAH" The billowing laughter erupted from Alton's chest cavity, "Ha, you've got guts.. York? Well, since your so tough, and brave, we will see how you fair tomorrow." Alton cleared his throat, "But, if I were you, I'd rest..."

Within seconds Alton fell fast asleep. An old legion technique.

"An extra moment with you is worth an eternity of happiness." Niran said sadly.

He hugged her in return, for several minutes before backing away.

"And I wish you a happy life, farewell Celia." He said, one last time he bent forward and grabbed hold of her hand. "Even though I fade, my love for you will never."

He let go and stepped back again.

"You can open your eyes now . . "

As the time wore on Niran's spirit began to fade, and he disappeared from her mind.

Forever at rest.

(OOC: Last post for me in this RP! )

"Hmm I never carry a bag, but I can help you fish," Megil said standing up and walking oer to Otik.

As the longboat set out Fenris sat down, resting. If they landed near civlization food wouldn't be neccesary.

"Rycarin! Listen to me.", Nocturnal shouted inside Rycarin's mind. "What is it?", Rycarin thought. "See, for one, Sheogorath is back inside Megil. He managed to hide somehow.", Nocturnal said. "Oh great. Back to the crazy Megil again.", Rycarin thought and rolled his eyes. "Second, I can clearly sense the evil ahead. This may be the final journey of the Windwalkers.", Nocturnal said with a sad voice. "Don't be so pessimistic, I'm sure we'll get through it. And besides, I haven't even gotten an offspring yet, so that's on my list of 'what-to-do-when-the-evil-guys-are-gone'.", Rycarin thought and laughed, inside his mind, clearly. "Right, just thought you might want to know...", Nocturnal thought, still sad.

Anthanes looked up from quiet pondering.

"How did Niran die anyway?"

Opening his pack, he cursed silently. I should've remembered to bring food. Flin's not going to cut it.

Serene rested calmly in Jonacin´s arm(s)......after a while she noticed she was very hungry...no wonder the little lunch she´d had was now food for the slaughterfishes....

The others must be hungry as well, she thought......the issue with the Daedra occured just after I told them to grab some food for the journey. She knew she filled her backpack anyway, so there should be enough for all.

"I´ll have to investigate my supplies", she said to Jonacin, gently kissing his cheek, "You stay here and I´ll see what can be organised"


So she opened her backpack and found some ash-yam, dried guar-meat, hackle-lo-leaves, and 3 bottles of flin.....that was amazing, she thought they were gone long ago!...Well they should probably survive the trip on these supplies anyway.

She did not want to walk around on the ship, due to the hard weather, and her sensitivity to sea-sickness...so she just called out that she had some food if anyone was interested.....steadily sitting close to Jonacin...her stomach did not really agree with the movements of the boat.....

Rycarin heard Serene shouting that they had food and turned around. Serene and Jonacin seemed so happy, Rycarin silently wished that he would someday be as happy as them, and hoped for that day to come. Soon. Rycarin never worried about food, since he always had something edible with him. He stuck his hand under his cloak and pulled out some bread. He munched on it, and ate it all quickly, even though he had plenty of time. Bad habit.

Shakur pulled a huge rope and a net from his backpack, and said to himself "Hircine you have been good to me". Shakur tied the rope to all four weights on the net and threw the net overboard while holding the rope tightly. after a few minutes, he pulled three slaughter fish from the sea. He looked around the deck and found a few bowls, and took the biggest wooden bowl he could see. Shakur filled the bowl with the canteen from his backpack and set a small fire spell, boiling the water. He scaled and sliced the fish and put the meat in, all the time wishing he could find some spices. Shakur makes a great spiced slaughter fish stew.

Otik heard Shakur mumble underneth his breath and heard Hircine, Otik left the net to Megil and walked over to Shakur and asked, "You like Hircine too? I thought many other people shuned him." Otik took a seat by Shakur. "need some help?"

Seeing that his help was no longer needed Megil sat down and stuck his hand overboard and played with the water.

He also ignored Anthanes's question.

Rycarin started to get weary, he wanted to do something, but just sitting at one place. He never liked that. He unstrapped his bow and decided to play around a bit. He aimed down in the water and shot some arrows. Boring, he thought to himself. He strapped his bow and took and arrow to see if he could manage to hit something with it. He used the arrow like a spear, and sat there playing with the water.

Konrad sat beside Sel, drinking a small botle of cyrodiilic brandy and nibbling on a fried egg sandwhich. He looked over at Sel, laughing slightly. He then glanced back at Celia, and sharpened his eyes.

Soon your time will end, witch.

Sel went over to Serene and got a hackle-lo leaf and a bottle of flin. He took a large gulp of the flin and began chewing on the leaf before rejoining Konrad at the front of the boat.

Megil watched as small figures skated across the surface of the water, and the crystalline flowers that would emerge from it, Megil stared in boredom. Small villages and large cities rose anu and then came crashing back into the water.

He looked voer his shoulder back into the boat,

"Are we there yet?"

Serene felt a swirl of evil thoughts coming to her....she was yet unsure from whom...the only thing that was sure was that the evil emerged from one of the boat-passengers....


She concentrated.........there!


".....time will end, witch"......coming from.....her eyes widened....Konrad!!!

And he was glaring at Celia!....Serene felt anger rising inside her....but she revealed nothing......fact remained ..IF someone had evil thoughts or tried something against Celia...she would certainly take actions......and that little kid over there should not be a very big challenge for her.......she prepared some useful spells........and sat completely still....just waiting

Konrad finished off his sandwhich, then got out his dagger. He sharpened it slowly, though it wasn't needed. He whistled low as he sharpened it, once in a while glancing furtively at Celia, scowling.

i suppose I will soon have to wash this blade, blood all over it. I wonder what Altmer blood looks like. Probably multicoloured if it's from that hag.

Jonacin felt Serene tense. "What's wrong Serene?" he asked her

Sel glanced over at Konrad. "That dagger is already pretty sharp, you don't even need to sharpen it..."

Serene gasped as more evil thoughts towards Celia emerged from Konrad....

She then turned to Jonacin and quickly told him by pretending to kiss his left ear about the evil planning to kill Celia..also she stepped over to Sel, disregarding of seasickness, with a new bottle of flin in her hand as cover-up

" Sel, Konrad is planning to kill Celia, he´s been thinking about it for a while now..look at his glaring eyes" she whispered as she offered him the flin

"Here " she said in a loud voice, "something to drink maybe"?

Konrad looked over at the horizon, his eyes staring. "I need something to do..besides, who knows when it will next have to draw blood. The mage may be near us." he told him, chucking the stone into his pack and sheathing his dagger.

Sel raised an eyebrow when Serene came with another bottle of flin. He already had one.

Once she told him the real reason for the flin, He snatched the flin away and gritted his teeth - it was quite hard for him to hide rage. He looked over at Konrad. He did indeed have "glaring eyes."

Yes, you never know when you will have to draw blood. he said mimicking Konrad's statement.

He pulled out his own sword and tested its edge - razor sharp as always.

When Serene told him what was happening, he immediately began watching him carefully. He was ready to summon his Shehai at a moments notice should the young idiot try to do anything to Celia

OOC: Sorry Dantrag, i can edit if it conflicts

Konrad twithed the corner of his mouth slightly into a grin as he watched the slightly obvious Serne. He stared back out to sea.

Of course, you can read my mind can't you, you ugly hag? Well, now I know your watching...it seems you have postponed it. Maybe it'll be you next, when you are sleeping. Maybe I'll kill you're lovely Jonacin while he his snoring. Mayb I'll go to Arcyatk, give him help in finding and destroying you lot. You evil old sorceress, go jump off the side of this ship and save me any hassle.



OCC: Evil!

Mage

Arcyakt stepped off the boat as they landed ashore. He no longer sensed their presence on the island...in frustration Arcyakt decided that he didn't like doing things the hard and slow way.

"Alton, York, I'm going to tell you both something." he said with a smile. It would make things so much easier when they knew the truth. "We are not hunting rebels."

"In all actuality we could be called the rebels." he said with a laugh. His face suddenly grew seirous. "We are going to overthrow the Empire. And then the gods."

"You are either with me, or you die." he said flatly.

OOC: yeah, we'll just do that.

Alton stepped unto the deck of the ship, it was still raining, albit not has hard as the night earlier. Peircing through the condeming darkness, the light try'd to take a foot hold over the murky waters, to no avail.

He chuckled to himself as he stepped over to a rather large wooden bucket of water, and hoisted it ontop of his shoulders, "This out to do quite well"
Slowly he tip toe'd down to the hold of the cargo ship, placing his weight just as to keep the boards from creaking. Alton looked at Kiln, who was sleeping peacefully, and shook his head..

I can't believe I'm going to have to rely on this scrub, perhaps he will die early?

Alton moved the hair out of his scarred face and continued to empty the contents of the bucket unto Kiln's face.

"Get up!"

(OOC: ahh, damn? Can we pretend this is before your post Dantrag? I really don't want to delete it... :\

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Alton pondered what Arcyakt had said, and then looked up at him, "When I met you, I doubted you, but I felt extreme power raidiating from body. Something not all have to show." He placed his hands on his belt

"Damn the gods, damn them all, they have done nothing but betray me. Even from my crazed past I knew that I believe Stendarr, god of mercy, would always be there, always supporting me and showing the true way. A silent god is as good as a dead one."

"Hell, I couldn't go back to the empire anyways, I've already killed 2 people, and stolen many goods. They'll have a warrant on me soon, that is, if Cyrodill isnt destroyed..." Alton chuckled a bit, but then let his face grow more serious, "My name isn't Alton is it? No.. no it isn't" He rubbed his chin for a second, "It is Falx, I remeber, somewhat."

Alton paced around for a bit, "Yes, it seems to come together now, the dreams, the visions. I remeber you Arcyakt at the mountain, I remeber that I threw you and myself off the cliff in a desperate last attempt to end all of this... I failed. But them, Sel, Serene, Jonacin, Celia, all of them, they left me! They left me to die on the side of that mountain. Its so clear now, ha, there is no turning back, there is no Falx anymore. There is only Alton, the man that fought death and won."

He looked at Arcyakt and extended his hand and took a knee, "Your wish, is my command master.."

"Hrm..." Anthanes said. "I have this nagging feeling there is some sort of trouble coming."

As he said this the battlemage proceeded to sharpen his sword with a whetstone.

Shakur listened to Otik as he spoke of Hircine, and replied happily with "Good to see more people than I understand true power is the hunt and not needless murder". After a few minutes, he watched as Konrad stared at Celia while sharpening his blade, and noticed as Serene told everyone about what she had seen. Shakur redied his body for a shehai and was getting ready for a nice frost spell. "Go ahead, you have a warrior, two Ansei and a great mage ready for your attack. Try me" Shakur said to himself in his head.

Serene shrugged at the massive evil that emerged from Konrad towards her......she was paralyzed for a moment...then she gritted her teeth.....coming up with a spell that would silence that nasty li´l boy.......

"Ahh you just wait and see what I have in mind for you, you evil monster"

Megil stood up and went to where Anthanes sat. He sat down opposite him.

"Nagging feeling? you need a nagging feeling to tell you something nasty is coming for this group. I just take it for granted that something bad will happen to this group."

Megil looked down at the blade anthanes was sharpening.

"And to answer your question, I killed Niran, pushed him down a ragged hillside as his body broke under the constant beating of trees and rocks." he said with a sinister smile.

Anthanes looked up, hate evident in his eyes, though he remained calm. "Oh. In that case, I see it as my obligation to soak my sword with your blood." The battlemage jumped up and grabbed Megil's neck with a gauntleted hand, holding his sword close to him. "Unless you can provide me with a reason to do otherwise."

Konrad continued oblivious, placing all his belongings in his sack and contining to stare out into the sea.

In fact, I'll kill you, then slice Celia into little piecs and spell out evil witch with her guts above your head. And then I will show Jonacin the scene, before kiling him as well. Then when everybody is dead, I shall slice you all up, and throw your pieces into the sea. Then you shall stop meddling in other people's minds!

Shakur saw the scene with Anthanes and Megil but did not move, he simply yelled "Anthanes, that's a very bad idea, now drop him and appologize". Shakur stayed, battle ready and conjured a swirling ball of ice and freezing water, and waited for Konrad to do something stupid.

Jonacin turned and saw Anthanes and Megil. "Anthanes, I suggest for the good of your own health you release him"
He turned back to Konrad, watching for any signs of hostility

Megil smiled,

"tisk tisk, Bad move Anthanes, Bad move indeed. Listen to the others and put me down, that is if you treasure your life."

Megil that through thinking through his memories and then he was reminded of something.

OOC: anthanes dissapeared, so eh doesn't know about Megil being the one behind the sylphs right

Shakur waited and waited, tempted to go confront Konrad verbally about his plans, but instead Shakur moved closer and closer to the others watching him.

Serene didn´t dare to wait longer, she did not trust Konrad he was too unpredictable...

She made a lightning-fast move with her left hand.....and to the viewers it seemed as her hand stretched out..across the ship and peered its way deep inside Konrad´s brain...entering through his left ear....

Her face was distorted from fear and rage as she dug deeper into Konrad´s brain causing him a terrible headache...a paralyzing headache, that would not kill him of course , Serene was not a murderess, but it wouldn´t let him think of anything but how he could get rid of her "pointing finger" poking around in his brain....

Serene was sweating all over, but she kept Konrad at a magical leash........

Now you try something.....little monster....""

"Fathora szessah" , the half-dunmer chanted, his muscles growing magically. With magically gained force his hands closed around Megil's neck and he applied just enough force not to kill Megil, but enough to cause quite a deal of pain. After this he pushed Megil back, nearly to the other end of the boat. "You're not worth it right now, cretin..."

He then proceeded to look somewhat confused at the actions of Serene.