Geadros wakes up from his sleep and goes outside with his steed, he puts his equipment and weapon on the side of the horse and hops on, the horse riding very fast, he looks back towards the village and sees the fire went out and just sess a could of smoke.

geadros almost to the docks and sees a large boat, he goes to the dock, gets off his hose and walks towards the vessel and reads the name of the boat.
"the Nightstar" he says and the lights and the sails fall down is ready to set sail, he gets on the vessel.
he looks around and started loading food and other things onto the boat, he looks around and he puts his horse in the Cargo area.

he pulls up the ramp, and closes the door and goes inside the captains cabin and says
"i should stay here for a few days and work on the ship.

Florig pushed open the door and saw a hideous zombie chewing on a long dead, mummified corpse. It looked up and lumbered to Florig, attempting to take a chunk out of his arm. Florig kicked the zombie back and plunged his blade into the zombies chest.
"Bastard!" Florig spat on the corpse as two more zombies entered, Florig ducked and stabbed one in the chest, pinning it to the wall. He couldn't pull his sowrd from the wall.
"Come! Kill me!" Florig lowered his arms, the zombie slowly walked forward. "Is this how it ends for me?" He fell to his knees and waited for the blow, but none came, only a swoosh and a sickening sound of piercing meat. Looking up he saw one of the honour guards at the door, bow in hand.

Florig took a sigh of relief and went over to his blade.

walking out into the street, Florig saw the honour guards and Natus setting up camp and perimeter. The sun was setting.
"We need food, I'll be back soon." The honour guard wrapped his fur hood around his head and went off into the nearby woods. Florig sat down by Natus and layed his head on the soft snow.
"This is is going well." Natus said, prodding the fire with a stick.
"Yeah, it's going just dandy." Said Florig sarcastically.
For awhile the camp was quiet other than the crackle of the fire and the chirps of crickets. Florig swung around as the honour guard walked around a tree, a boar thrown over his shoulder.
"Yes! I'm starving." Said one of the honour guards.

After a short meal of boar meat, the group fell asleep, completly blind to the threat laying right outside the camp.

Geadros looks around the cabin and sees a journal with the title "The Journal of Captain Roderick Defal"
he looks inside the journal and goes to the last post from the Captain and it reads:

"into the ship, something is aboard, where is it,
the men are slowly disappearing one by one, what is happening,
a few days and we see more and more dust of cloth,
each day we smell a more foul stench in the vessel near the cargo bay,
where is it, i am the last man on this vessel, huh... it is coming,
nee.........." (the rest of the writing is smudged with blood)

"ah, what is aboard this ship?" he whispers.
looking outside and he hears his horse fall down in the cargo bay.

he goes down and sees a Wraith floating around,

"by Talos. so this is the demon it mentioned in his journal" he whispers softly, trying not to make a slight noise,
he pulls out his silver claymore on the table and kills it.

Geadros drops the sword and goes back to the main deck and looks and sees the sun rising, he pulls down the rmap and starts load the last of the supplies and crates aboard the ship.
"if i had my horse i would have been done sooner." he says to himself softly, he climbs to the look out tower on the ship and sees the creatures wondering to the destroyed city.
he looks back and goes to the bottom of the vessel, starts putting boards on the cracks on the walls and on the floor.

he finishes the walls and floor and starts repainting the ship, for hours he was done, then he started work on patching up the sails, he looks at the smoke around the town and sees a small fire,
"they should put that out before the come." he said, while patching it up.
when he was done patching it up he went down to the small kitchen, he opens up the cub boards and sees a fresh box of fruit and some pork and boar meat, he takes it out and cooks it, and starts eating.

its still morning and he decides to take a rest and sit down and fish...

OOC: This may be the last time I reply, at least till monday anyway. I'm suspended from school and have to sneak onto my computer.


Crack.

Florig woke at the sound of the stick snapping. At first he thought it was someone out for the latrine, but no one came back. He unsheathed his silver longsword and tiptoed around the sleeping men, right to the edge of the forest, Florig pushed some tree limbs out the way and saw something he wished he hadn't...Two werewolves stalking the trees. He hid behind a tree and held his breath, he peaked around the tree and saw the werewolves were standing around dead undead soldiers, Even these undead beasts can't tame the beasts of the night, Florig thought, smiling.
Florig slowly went to a prone position and crawled forward, but it was pointless, the leaves cracked under him. One of the beasts roared, the other fled into the night. Florig finally jumped up and broke into a sprint, following the coast to the fort.
"Help!"
Florig ran faster when the fort came into view, a boat sitting at the docks, prepped for sail.
"My brothers! Help!"
Florig doved as a volley of silver arrows flew over his head and into the beasts chest, it let out a roar and changed into a naked human form. Florig stood up as several soldiers rushed out, they checked him for wounds and gave him some liquor.
"You're a lucky man soldier." said the captain.
"Thanks, I must get going, my men are-" Florig stopped talking as he saw Geadros sitting on a boat, looking towards the commotion in the early sun.

Florig stormed towards the docks outside the fort. He passed the boats and finally reached the boat Geadros was aboard.
"Hey friend I see-" Geadros was cut off as Florig punched him in the face.
"You retreat!? Leaving us to fend for ourselves?" Florig spat.
"I..I had no choice, I.."
Florig stormed off leaving Geadros alone on his boat.

Geadros looks at Florig to see he was going to the Fort,
"FLORIG" he shouted, "im going to Khuul," he shouted again
"what did you expect, i was trying to get help" shouting whith a lie,
as he seen him going into the fort and get supplies Geadros pulls up the ramp and sets the sails, he prepares the the cannons and the sides of the boat and get more ale from the cellar.

he looks back towards Florig, and spits out bloods from his mouth and looks on the ground and sees the ring on the ground and picks it up and puts it in a box in the captains cabin, he locks the box and goes to the main deck.
"hmm, he dropped this ring, ill take it and sees what it feels like to punch me in the face" he says with a smirk on his face.

He pulls up some spears and puts them where the cannons are and puts a steel longsword on the side of his belt, he goes down to the small armory and puts more arrows in his quiver, he takes off his brown legion armor and takes off the chain mail and puts him legion armor on and goes back upstairs, as the old man looks at the distance he sees both of his troops rider towards the Nightstar, Geadros pulls up the anchor and sets sail, and looks back at the fort and sees Florig looking at him from the top of the fort and looks towards his two troops and they have stopped riding and he sees them ride off towards the border near Cyrodiil,

he looks back towards the sees and grabs the wheel and going down through the water towards Khuul,
"i should go to Khuul and start my journey through there." he said to himself, and off he goes...

As Geadros sails to his destination he sees two Grand Legion boats heading towards him from the south towards the fort, he looks again and sees his old friend that took his rank in the Grand Imperial Legion, he sees them almost reaching his boat, and he hears a bump on the boat and looks around and the Grand Legionares are storming the ship,

"what is you name legion agent?" as the General looked at the old man,
"my name is Geadros of the Imperial City, Ex-General of the Grand imperial Legion" he says with the sadness in his voice as they all pull swords on Geadros,
"you are to come with us, it is he order of the Elder Council to take you to Khuul, and the order to take you in to custody and you are to stay in the Khuul jail until they can parole you into the Imperial Prison where you belong, you coward!" the General says with the sound of hatred and victory in his voice,
"looks like i don't have much of a choice you baster!" with the anger in Geadros voice.

as they take control of the ship they sail towards Geadros destination, they take Geadros into the small jail inside the ships cargo hold.

before they took him down he looks back towards the fort and hears the Horn of the Legion,
as they put him in the small cell he looks around as they put his armor and weapons on the shelf nearby.

OOC: We were already on Solthstiem, if you were heading anywhere from the docks it would have to be Khuul or a coast town.

OOC: Sorry not for not posting for a while but it was my b-day, sorry.

IC: Natus frowned, everything had confused him and it sadend him that he sitll hadn't been able to kill some of these undead.
He walked over to Florig and another person.
"Where are we heading?" He asked.

OOC: Happy birthday

Florig was still angered by Geadros, who had already left the island of Solthstiem.
"Where are we heading?" Asked Natus, honour guards close behind him.
"I..I don't know. Wait, look, Geadros has been intercepted by Imperial soldiers." Said Florig, a faint smile on his face.

the imperial officers search geadros before taking him to the captain but find numerous zombie bites/scratches all over his body and ask where he got them. He tells the story of the undead and that he was only trying to get help from the emperor (sorry for pinching your story i just needed to get in real quick) and so he is released and sent to see RAGNOKK the leader of an elite anti-oblivion unit of dark elves that work for the emperor. he tella ragnokk his story and so ragnokks unit is sent with geadros to find florig.

heres ragnokks play sheet:
Name:ragnokk coldblood
Race: dark elf
Rank in the Legion: liutenant
Starting Armour:full Legionnaire chainmail with shield.
Starting Weapon(s): steel longsword and silver long bow.
Skills: blade, destruction, light armour, marksman, blunt, conjuration and alteration
Bio: He wished to join the elite of the morrowind army but was outcast after only 4 years for reasons he will not tell any one, other than that hes an average dark elf with only one dark secret and is pretty good at destruction magic and so is usualy the fighter mage of the group
Morale: Pretty good morale, is willing to sacrifise his life but is very dark and secluded and so is not so freindly(medium to high morale)

"I hope we'll get of this bloody island, I think we're not welcome anymore." He said while he looked to the few survivors that were still standing who looked worse with armour full with gaps, blood stains and other stuff.
It reminded him of that time where his unit had fallen under a ambush of some Dunmers who weren't to happy with the legionnaires staying in Vvardenfel, the attack had been shortly and heavy and at the end those who survived looked exactly the same as these men.

"Anyway where we heading? We can be held as deserters." He said .

"I guess we'll have to be deserters. This ring, look at it." Florig held out his hand, the ring glowing. "It's what caused the fire, I put it on and..."
"Get rid of it!" Natus yelled.
"We can't, you see....I saw someone, when we fell from the cliff....Right when he picked it up the beasts came." Said Florig, fear cracking his voice.
"Then where must we go?" Asked Natus.
"The priests in the Imperial City, they'd know what to do. We have to get off this island." Florig shoved the ring in his pcoket and ran into the trees, out of the soldiers behind them sight.

"The Imperial city? You mean get trough Morrowind, while being followed by an army of undead and having the posebility to be hung as deserteurs? Well that sounds fun." Natus said sarcastic. "I think I need a drink."
This entire ring story reminded him of somehting, something with two sort of leprehauns trying to take a ring somwhere but he couldn't really place it and quickly thought about their task to come.
"Well everything for the Empire, count me in." He said with a nod.

Florig led the way through the trees and they came to a road, an Imperial blockade right infront of where they needed to go. Florig slammed up against a tree and sighed.
"What is it? Why are we stopping? Natus asked.
"Take a look."
Natus peaked around the tree and saw the blockade. "Great..."
Florig knew it would lead to death if they showed themselves. He looked around only to hear the familiar terror of the undead beasts not too far away.
"Battlements!"
Florig looked around and saw the Legionnaires pulling out catapults and heavy weaponry.
"Run!" Florig and Natus sprinted off into the trees as a huge creature plowed through the trees, killing Legionnaires and woodland creatures alike. Undead monsters in heavy deadric armour rushed out, firing bolts at the bewildered soldiers and the flying souls took the life from fleeing men.

Natus didn't look back and just kept on running, he didn't run fast seeing recent events had tired him and his armour was heavy.
"We have to get of this island NOW!" He shouted not carying if any one could hear him.
His shouting and the sound of armour must've been heard as suddenly two men appeared making it imposible to keep on running.
Natus's mouth fell open and quickly he stood still catching his breath, when finaly recovered he said:
"Hello, fellow legionaires." His voice didn't gave away anything except of excaustion.
The two legionnaires gave him suspicious glare.
"Can we ask why you're running and shouting that you want to get of this island?" One of them said.
"Well of course you can..." Natus slowly lay a hand on his sword, he had no idea where Florig was and he knew he had to battle these men, he was just waiting for Florig to do something first.

Florig leapt from the rockshelf nearby and plunged his blade into the Legionnaires head. He let out a battlecry and charged the other legionnaire, the man ducked and stabbed Florigs leg.
"Natus!" Florig cried for help.
Natus ran forward and stabbed the Legionnaire in the shoulder, making him drop his blade.
"Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you." Natus asked. The Legionnaire went to speak but was cut off as two souls flew over the trees, screeching at the three men below.

"RUN!" Florig yelled, grasping his wound. Natus sliced the Legionnaires throat and ran after Florig, the souls feasting on the body. The two deserters ran through the trees and came to the coast, an old rowboat rocking side to side in a rock bed.
Florig and Natus moved to the rocks and tossed the rowboat onto the cold water.
"Get in!" Florig yelled, pulling out his bow. Natus picked up a stick and began rowing as Florig fired arrows at the souls slowly approaching, stronger from the lifeforce of the dead legionnaires. They simply moved out of the way or disintegrated the arrows in mid flight.
"Come on! Row!" Florig yelled, tossing his bow and empty quiver into the sea.
"I'm rowing damn it! Why don't you help?"
Florig roared and picked up a stick and began to row the small boat.
"Florig, I hope you like the cold." Natus said.
"Huh? Hey Get off-" Florig couldn't finish in time as Natus through them both into the water, Florig looked up and the boat they were just on was now a firery piece of rubble.

As the two swam downwards they saw a dwemer ruin was deep under the water, they were running low on air and they knew it was the only place they could go. When they reached the dwemer ruins Florig pulled a lever and let the doors slide open, he quickly swam in behind Natus and slammed the heavy door shut, keeping the water out of the ruins....

OOC: i will let sir adam decide if he is still with me
Ragnokk arives at the scene just after the creatures have passed and sees the place in a shambles "what was going on here!!!" "sir, we were attacked by strange creatures chasing after just these two soldiers who had deserted" he surveyed the area thinking to himself "where did they go ?" he asked the soldier "they took a boat but we sank it and so they had to run into an abamdoned dwemer fort which is mostly submerged sir"he stormed off with much to think about IF ONLY THOSE FOOLS WOULD STOP AND LET HIM TALK TO THEM but why would they with the army of leigonaires behind him they would think he had come to hang them for desertion.

Natus lay down on the ground, excausted and shocked, he'd never think he would have to kill another Imperial legionnaire.
In his many years of service he had seen many legionnaires, guards and other men die but never had he been the one wielding the blade who had ended the life of one. "Killing never was a good thing, but it's a necesary evil." Those words were the ones his mum used to tell him, he always thought of these words after killing someone.
Natus took out a bottle of ale and started to drink, it didn't took long before most of the bottle was empty.
"Now what?" He said with a smooth voice.

OCC: sorry i was away for halloween, trying to get some damn stuff off my house, plus i made some edits, and im still in, see everybody tomorrow.

ICC: Geadros looks at Ragnok in the cell, why were you checking me for bites? you think im infected with some disease?" he said to Ragnok, but with his only staring at him, "here's your meal" said a Legion Captain with the sound of sorriness in his voice.

As they hit a wave geadros looks up and sees the box fall down and crack open and sees the ring he thinks Florig dropped as he punched him, it falls down to his feet inspects it, "hmm, this is not Florigs ring!, this is a Bosmer ring." he says as he puts it in his pocket.
As they sail the Geadros can hear the general talking to his captain and hears:

"Sir, we have discovered some legion soldiers running from the coast of the island and trying to get off the island." said the Captain, "just leave them!" he said, "yes sir, but they are being followed by the Creatures" said the captain, "just leave them!" he said,

"sir, The council can't come to Khuul, but they are sending five other Council members with the head council men coming as well!" he said to the General, "Good, with him there we can decide to let Geadros die with the Death Sentence or give him back his rankl in the Grand Legion, but i want the death sentance!" he said with anger,

as they sail towards the town Geadros falls down on the small bed to sleep.

Florig looks down the dark corridors of the Dwemer ruin, it was as lifeless as those beasts just outside. Florig knew the air wouldn't last under the water and inside the ruin.
"I have an extra torch." Natus said, he lit the torch and led the way into the darkness. Florig was nervous walking in the ruins, his philosophy was to never enter a ruin once ruled by an ancient civilization, because 9 time out of ten, it would be cursed or owned by somekind of evil.
Florig stopped and checked the water, it was becoming...hot. He looked behind and saw the souls searching the ruins, undead soldiers close behind.

Florig grabbed Natus by the collar and they ran down the dark corridors, dodging oddly placed traps.

Natus already excausted from the running and swimming suddenly halted, his body was feeling sore and he couldn't go much further.
"Stop..." He said slowly. "No more, please, I'm excausted." He was trying to cath a breath and just in time to dodge another one of these insane traps. Natus normaly was the one who prefered combat above running and dying before dishonour but the last few days he had done nothing else than running. He unsheathed his sword, "it's time to offer these creepy undeads our pay-check."