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While she sat atop the mainsail, Lyssa starting wondering what they were going to do about the Princess. She figured she should go and check on her since she hadn't seen her in a while, and she was probably pretty shook up since that was two battles at sea she had gone through.

She rolled back, catching herself with magick and slowing down just before she hit so she landed smoothly on her feet. She came over to where the captain was, wanting to ask her a question first, in case the Princess asked about it.

"So, Captain, any idea when we head back to port? We need to get the princess back to her majesty pretty soon, and with as many sailors as we've lost we'll need to resupply and hire new sailors and soldiers. I can help with getting reinforcements when we get back."

*He was sitting and smoking on the deck, doing nothing. Suddanly he heared that the two undead girl said something that reached his ears.
~ They want to dock? ~ ask himself. ~ Well the last 10 times WE wanted to reach the shore we lost 10 good men.
He started to smile and looked back in time. There was after about five years after the were cast out of the north, they were raiding all over the sea. They were tired and almost out of food and mead, there was no ship to raid weeks and they tried to reach the shore. Suddanly a when they seen a promising landing sight, a strange storm appeared, they trired to ship through it, but it just become stronger. A man fall into the water so they left the shore and the strange storm disappeared just as fast as it came. After that they realized that, they are unable to kill each other, the don't die without air when they under the sea, the only way they can left this cursed misery, that they fall in battle. They tried to reach the shore 9 more time but the resoult was the some every time. He was sad when he realized that the 10 good men fallen into the sea maybe still living and can't die.
But now non of his men is alive so there is a possibiliti that the curse lifted. Everything was unsure at that moment.
~ Well we will see... ~ said to himself again then sit back...*

"Thank you, Lyssa. You may convey the message that all the crew behaved admirably and that we have a prize ship. (the chasseur)"

(srry for no post so long)

after some time the contour of the houses of Plymouth rose on the horizon. CApt Night thought over once more how and when she will set the viking leader free. she decided to let him go in the harbour as soon as the HMS Glorious anchored.

*The leader was bored. Sitting and doing nothing wasn't his favorit activitis. He look up to his guard and take a look on the shore. Its looks like the curse realy lifted. To pass the time, he started to singing silently:

"The icy winter is creeping near, Dark skies abouv me,
Bitter frost is in the air, Darkness surrounds me,
The cold piercing autumn breeze, Fills the longships sail,
Soon the lakes and seas will freeze and snow will lay its veil.
Many years I've been away, The oceans I have roamed,
Now the North Star quides me on my way, As I'm heading home.
Many Friends died on the way, Only I survived,
But I would gladly take their place, In Odin's Hall up high.
The icy winter creeping near, Dark skies abouv me,
Bitter frost is in the air, Darkness surrounds me,
Soon the lakes and seas will freeze and snow will lay its veil,
And we will long for the summer breeze, where we can set our SAIL!"

His voice was hard and deep, as he looked up to the skies, he found the North Star, its light was weak but still seenable. But he won't find his home anymore, its long gone with the rest of the viking age...*

(( song: Amon Amarth - Under The Northern Star ))

He looked up into the eyes of Night, deeply. Althouh in his eye there were no emotions, no fear, no hatred. But a sharp eye could see through the shadows of death, and see the true feeling of the falled deamon. The never ending suffering and ofcourse the lost happiness. But now he felt like the curse that kept him inprisoned has been released.
- Thank you for your kindness and for your mercy. I don't know what should I do after hundreds of years of raiding... - he said. He was in a great uncertainty. - Maybe I shall join you... But now I will search for a good tavern and drink a good mead...
He looked down and said it only for himself:
~ I'm already dead...

*He smiled and looked deeply into Night's eyes. As he wasn't fighting or using his death magic the cold blue flames put out of his eyes and shown its true colour. Dark blue like the deepest ocean. He wanted to keep his past as a secret, but after all some information won't hurt.
- Well lets just say I'm not a human nor a deamon... - said slowly. - But I think you could call my kind Fallen Deamon or something...

(( do you know anything about the others? ))