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Harek Hallson

Name: Harek Hallson

Race/Faction: Viking Raider

Age: 32

Description: Harek is slightly taller than the average man at 5'11" and weighs about 195 lbs. Harek wears no armor as is tradition by Úlfhéðnar. He wears the wolf head that signifies his position with pride. He has long blond hair and a scraggly beard; with deep blue eyes he is the personification of Norse blood. He has scars crisscrossed across his body (probably a byproduct of not wearing armor), though his face is surprisingly unscathed.

He is the one on the left. Your left.

"Class": Úlfhéðnar

History: Harek is a Úlfhéðnar. That is all that needs to be said about what he has endured. A personal warrior of Odin, he has gone through endless pain to reach where he has today. His father was a raider, his father's father was a raider, and so on. Raiding was in his blood, so it was natural for him to join a long ship to the west when he came of age. That is where he found himself; the heat of combat made his blood boil, the blood of his enemies was the sweetest nectar, his sword biting into his enemies gave him immense joy. He was in love, in love with war. He only returned to his homeland when forced to, preferring to "hunt" prey in the pathetic Christian lands. After years slaughtering in the British Isles he earned his bearskin. Now a full fledged beserker he was among the elite of the Viking raiders. He enjoyed the promotion because it meant he had more chances to kill. More chances to taste the blood of his enemies. The next part of his life was a blur of constant combat and pain. Fight, heal, fight, heal, fight, heal......... He loved it. Eventually he was chosen to be a warrior of Odin. The hofgothi tested his body, pushing him to his thresh hold of pain and life. Harek emerged from it a changed man, no longer afraid of death he was a true servant of Odin. He was a weapon for the gods to use against their enemies.

Strengths: Incredible warrior; fearless; terrifying

Weakness: blood crazed; quite insane; fanatic

What is the most important thing to know about your character?

He is an insane, homicidal, maniac who kills for the fun of it.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

Well...... as previously mentioned he is an insane, homicidal, maniac who kills for the fun of it. So yeah.....

my example

It was always annoying working with a newer raiding party. Of course the skirl was a veteran raider, but it was his first time leading his own raid. That had lead him into making some rookie mistakes, all very minor. Those minor mistakes though have compounded into the raiding party being barricaded inside a small hamlet, surrounded by a large militia made up of the surrounding villages. The skirl had stayed in this area for too long, causing the villages to finally strike back against the raiders with organized resistance.

They had been enjoying themselves in the small village when the militia came out of the woods already surrounding the village. They numbered about three times the viking's numbers. Harek had been eating an apple from the village's food supplies when the militia came out of the woods. That had been two hours ago and the rookie captain had yet to think of a way out of this. Harek was tired of waiting and wanted blood. He had gave the captain a chance, but time was up. Getting up he walked over to the captain and nudged him with his boot.

"Get a fire started and bring me any men with bows. Prepare the rest for battle." Harek began to stretch his sword arm and check his sword for rust. When the fire began to burn brightly Harek waved the five men who had brought bows for hunting over to him. He looked over at the armed peasants over in the woods and had the archers shoot one volley into the woods. The trees blocked most of the arrows, but one managed to land into the crowd of men. The peasant scooted back from where they thought the range of the arrows are. Harek turned around and told the men with axes to start cutting cottages into firewood. Harek couldn't wait much longer, he needed a fight. He needed to make a hole in the enemy and he was fairly sure he knew how.

The formation of Vikings slowly made their way towards the peasants. They were chanting while pressing forward in a shield wall. The peasants were backing up every time the vikings took a step forward. They weren't seasoned warriors like the vikings and most had never killed a man before. The militia had backed farther and farther into the woods. As the vikings reached the edge of the forest they stopped and for a second the world was silent. Harek stepped out of the formation in one hand his sword and in the other a burning plank from one of the houses. As he took a few steps forward he could feel the the dead leaves beneath his feet. It had been a while since rain had fallen. He held the flaming stick out in front of him and looked deep into the fire. He then turned to the right and threw the stick. It spun for a bit then landed in the brush a distance away. For a second nothing happened then a small flame could be seen growing. Harek let out a shout and 15 other torches came flying out of the formation and began to make more small fires.

The fire began to spread and grow quickly. The militia began to back away from the fires, causing a group to be isolated from the rest of their comrades. Harek let out a war cry and charged the isolated group. His fellow raider broke the shield wall and also charged. The combat was brutally short and the vikings showed no mercy. As Harek struck down the last man he looked for another target, seeing the frightened faces on the other side of the fire and began to sprint toward the fire. Right before he reached the fire three vikings grabbed him and began dragging him away. Harek was screaming bloody murder at the vikings telling them to let him go. The Vikings made their escape in the cover of the fire.

Vikings Westward

I'm here ready to raid some Christian sheep.

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

TAVERN ATTACKED PART 2

Verrick ran as fast as he could through the silent streets of the capital, hardly making a sound as he vaulted over stalls and wagons parked for the night, as he neared The Ale House he ripped off his cloak, while smoothly pulled his bow from his shoulder and four arrows from his quiver. Holding them in between his drawstring fingers while moving. As he drew even closer he saw a man run from the building, he didn't know if it was an attacker or a patron, so he didn't attack him.

He saw Anna struggling with a cloaked figure, while Alexander was being surrounded by more men now. As much as he didn't want to help the drunken dill weed, he decided it better not for him to get killed over something he messed up on. He notched the first arrow, drawing his longbow he took quick aim at the more important target, the man who was holding Anna. Within seconds of drawing his longbow, he let the arrow fly, his bow strangely more silent than any other bow. The arrow flew, hissing through the front door and into the man’s eye.

He didn't hesitate though, notching his second arrow just as quickly and smoothly as the first, he pulled back the bow once again and aimed at the next target, letting it loose as he continued to walk towards The Ale House. The second arrow thudding into the back of another hooded figure trying to kill Alexander from behind.

Two more arrows flew just as quickly, and two more men fell around Alexander with arrows in their necks. Verrick entered the building, and knelt down. "Are you alright Anna?"

Anna had fallen when the man holding her did. She landed on him with his knee in her back and she had rolled to her knees just as Verrick reappeared.

"Yes, I'm alright. I'm still drunk but you wait til I'm sober you are gonna hear it!" She got to her feet and swayed a little and she grabbed a knife out of a body near her and tossed it hitting her target but not where she had wanted to. He had moved too fast and got it in the shoulder. "Damn it!" She looked at Verrick.

"This is because your mark screwed up or you did right?" She glanced over at Alex and decided he was holding his own so she let him. More importantly was the look on her face when she looked at Chester's body. "They killed Chester."

Alexander was somewhat surprised when two of the men surrounding him dropped to the ground, but just adapted to it. One of the men's eyes lingered just too long at his dead comrades and Alexander took advantage of that. He rushed in lightning fast and skewered the man on his sword. He left the man on his sword using the body to block another sword stroke coming at him from his left. He then pushed the dead man at his comrade and spun around. The man he was now facing got hit in the shoulder with a dagger and stumbled back. Alexander kicked the man square in the chest, causing him to go sprawling on the ground. Alexander then spun while swinging his sword catching him by surprise. Alexanders blade bit into the man's leg causing him to drop to the ground. Hearing the man behind him start to get up Alexander kicked the dagger in his shoulder making it rip through more muscle.

Alexander looked around for more enemies, but saw none. He let his hands drop to his side while he took a deep breath, calming himself. He looked for Anna, and seeing she was okay decided she probably wouldn't mind him getting a drink.

Verrick narrowed his eyes at her when she accused him, without thanking him. He didn't answer her as he glanced at Alexander when he finished off this last opponent before going around and collecting his arrows. He'd rather not have any proof he was here.

" You can thank your prince charming here...." He looked to Anna, " All because he knocked out my mark and screwed up the meeting." He growled. Your welcome... As he ripped out the last arrow.

"Wait...there is no way he could have known that this would be the result. Drunk people get into fights all the time and it doesn't cause this."

"Where is my marks wallet Anna!?" cutting her off, grouchily

Anna pulled it out of her pants pocket and handed it to him. "This is what it's all about?"

He took the wallet and ripped it open. Sighing angrily as he pulled out a paper that was folded as much as it could be folded. Dropping the pouch of money on the counter he slipped the paper into his pants pocket. Your drunk earl took it off of him, and he couldn't pass it onto the ones he worked for.

As Alexander saw the two fighting and just decided to ignore it and do something useful. As he was walking to get a drink a sad look came over his face. He bent down and closed Chester's eyes and went back to finding a drink. After he got a bottle he pulled a chair over to the table where he had his little captive. He pulled the dagger out of the man's hand and poured some of the ale onto the wound. He then let the prisoner drink some of the ale to take a bit of the pain away.

"Can't have you screaming when I am trying to ask you some questions can we?"

He then poured some of the ale on his sword looking the man in the eyes. "Can't have you running away either though." As he said those last words with a violent motion he stabbed the sword back into the original wound.

Alexander looked up towards the arguing pair in the center of the room. "Hey I think this man wants to apologize for destroying your bar." He leaned back towards the whimpering man and said, "Next I think you will be a nice gift for the nice man over there for helping me out."

Anna looked over at Alexander and whipped a knife into the head of the man he was talking to. "Apology not accepted!"

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

Alexander Markos

Name: Alexander Markos

Race/Faction: Kingdom (kinda)

Age: 24

Description: Alexander has tanned skin from his days spent in the sun at sea. He has black hair cut short and slight stubble on his jaw. Alexander's eyes are Hazel, with a glint of mischief. He stands at a respectable 5'10", and weighs about 170 lbs. During the average day he wears soft boots, and leather pants. While at sea he typically copies the other sailors and wears no shirt, that does not mean he can't dress respectably. For political functions he typically wears decorative leather armor with silver accents.

Alexander Image

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Alexander after being at sea for a while. (closest to what I was thinking.)
"Class": Earl of a southern province

Motivation: Alexander believes that the people of the kingdom are the true heart of the nation. While he doesn't want a bloody rebellion to rip apart the nation he so dearly loves, he believes changes must be made. He wants to pass peaceful reforms to control the monarchs and even believes that a council of lords should be organized to deal with the day to day business of the kingdom. While not truly believing in democracy he thinks that the people need more of a voice since they are the ones that know the struggles they are going through.

History: Alexanders father had been a successful military leader and believed that all men in an army had equal importance, including the commander. He had drilled this in to Alexander at a very young age and the boy believed it fanatically. His father would find him helping the maid clean dishes and the gardener rake the leaves. His father's city loved him, and he was like the cities son. He was never afraid to talk to a new person no matter what they looked like. He wrestled with the city boys, getting just as filthy as the rest of them.

When he was about 15 his father was called on to lead troops to deal with a small peasant uprising. That was the first time Alexander saw battle. No it wasn't a battle, it was a massacre. The peasants were not prepared for the highly professional army his father maintained, or the ruthlessness they showed. The peasants had charged the army with in a frenzy. It was obvious who would win but they refused to disarm and surrender. It was over within 10 minutes, with very few deaths on his fathers side. The peasants were an entirely different story, the villages they came from were put to the torch and families split up. They were sent to all different corners of the kingdom never to see their loved ones again.

After the campaign Alexander began to take up the hobby of sailing. He would be gone for weeks at a time only stopping home to gather crew and supplies. He couldn't be near his father or that dammed city. Those people who were okay with what was happening in the kingdom, to their nation. Three years ago Alexander returned to the news that his father was dead, and he was the new lord of the fief. He immediately became racked with guilt for abandoning his father, for not being there when he died. He became determined to fix the kingdom, but not through death. He decided he would lead by example and began implementing policies to improve the life of his citizens. He has created a council of citizens to run his city, while he focuses on running the country side. Even though he hates the death of innocent peasants he has no qualms about killing those who hurt people.

Strengths:
Tactician: While he hates to admit it he is a brilliant military commander much like his father.
Sailor: Still spending much time at sea he is a great sailor and competent navigator.
Inspires Loyalty: His soldiers are fanatically loyal, because he stands and fights on the front lines with them and wont make them do anything he wouldn't do himself.
Soldier: To call him a duelist would hurt the feelings of any real sword master. What Alexander does is best for the dirty confusing mess that is a battlefield. He uses a collection of dirty tricks and brute force attacks.

Weakness:
Terrible Liar: Alexander is a terrible liar and politician. He would rather punch a manipulative lord than talk with him.
Merciful: While he is an intelligent commander he has fears of repeating what his father did, so he takes unnecessary risks to let the enemy surrender.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Alexander believes that an open rebellion is a stupid idea and will fight against it if civilians are caught in the crossfire. He is fiercely loyal to his country, and wants to improve it, not destroy it.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
He does everything he can to avoid the massacre at his father's hands. He will avoid death even at risk to himself, unless the enemy has harmed innocent civilians and done wrong according to him.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
He is powerful man in control of one of the largest ports in the Kingdom and maintains one of the few professional armies.

"HEAVE, HEAVE, HEAVE" For the last three hours that had been the only noise that any of the sailors could hear. That and the sound of their oars hitting the water of course. Alexander was rowing along with the rest of his crew, straining with every pull of the oar. It had been his mistake that had caused them to stray off course in the first place. They had been planning to rendezvous with some of the other ships from the harbor for a race. Alexander was sure he had aligned his map correctly, but his first mate had picked up on his mistake....after they had been sailing for 4 hours. The mistake was small, but even one such as this put them leagues away from their meeting point. Even worse is that the wind was now blowing into the bow of the ship causing the sail to be useless. Alexander had felt terrible, because now his crew would have hours of hard rowing ahead of them. He had walked over to one of the oarsman and told him he would row for him for an hour. Ever since then he had been switching with a different rower on the turn of the hour. It was his mistake, so he had to pay for it just like his crew had to even though they didn't make the mistake. He heard his skipper call rest and glanced behind him and saw the masts of the ships they were to meet.

Alexander jumped over the railing of the ship the captains had decided to gather on. They were all in a circle getting drunk from a cask of ale in the center of them. From the looks of things this wasn't the first cask either, and probably wont be the last. Alexander nudged one of the men aside and sat down between two of the captains. He grabbed a mug and filled it with the rum and took a long drink from it, almost emptying it.
"About time you got here, we almost thought you had gone and gotten yourself sunk or something." The man speaking to Alexander was Old Gibbs, he was a smuggler and perhaps the most loved person on the coastline. He was a kind man and kept his prices low, and even payed his taxes. Alexander had met the man when he first began sailing, and though of him as an Uncle more than anything.

"Just got a little off course, nothing we couldn't handle. I am just hurt you boys began drinking without me."

"Aye, and we almost started the race without you. We were just worried you would put us in the stockades for slighting you my Lord."

As Gibbs said those last words he grinned and performed a clumsy bow, almost falling over because how drunk he was. Everyone on the boat knew Alexander would do such thing, they all just enjoyed messing with the Earl because he knew how to take a joke.

"I would have done it too you dirty crimi-."

Alexander tried to sound menacing, but broke up into a laughing fit before he could finish the sentence. He was old friends with all the men on the ship, no with all the men in their little fleet. Alexander rose from his position and stretched out.

"We better begin getting ready for the race, my steward probably is buying poison to kill me this instant."
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The race had been fairly successful, but not as much as he would have liked. His ship had come in third, and it was all because of his mistake. The last stretch of the race had been against the wind and his already tired crew couldn't keep up with the fresh me on the other ships. They had all said their farewells to each other cheerily. Alexander's ship began their slow journey back to port just after nightfall. Everyone on the ship was exhausted, so Alexander was taking the long way back to the port so he had the wind at his sails for a longer amount of time.

As she glided over the water she looked nothing like the warship she truly was. The ram was barely visible below the waterline only producing a slight ripple in the water a few feet ahead of the ship. Alexander had modified her over the years to fit his own needs. That meant taking much of the armor off and making her waterline higher, so she was faster. This probably what made the pirates confident enough to attack a ship flying the Earl's flag. Normally the Hawk and Spear were enough to frighten off any raiders planning to attack a ship flying it. Alexander was notorious for his crusade against pirates. This included building 20 ships from an older design from the south he had learned of while on one of his trips. They seemed to be knives cutting through they water, utilizing 40 oars to achieve incredible speed. They had been crushing the pirates and ruining their business. Most pirates had left Alexander's waters, but some still remained.

The pirates had crept up on their "prey" seemingly unnoticed hoping to catch it unawares. As they drew up next to the ship they threw up grappling hooks then waited quietly for a second if an alarm would be sent up. They began climbing and became more confident, believing they were about to capture an easy prize. As they pulled themselves up onto the deck they were met with a site they had not been expecting. A young man was standing right in front of them with a naked sword in his hand, ready and prepared. What was more terrifying was that about twenty heavily armed men were right behind them wearing the armor of naval marines. The young man looked towards the man who had led the climb up the ladder and gave him a determined look.

"Surrender now and you will be tried fairly in court."

The pirates looked at each other confused at what to do till one of them shouted,"I am not rotting in a jail cell!!" The man charged the young man sword swinging wildly. As he came close Alexander tossed the sword towards the enemies face. His opponent dodged the throw easily glancing at it as it passed by him. That was his biggest mistake, Alexander closed the distance between him and the man lightning fast and gripped the pirates sword arm, while headbutting the man in the nose. The pirate fell backwards tears crawling into his vision as Alexander rushed forward keeping near the falling man. The pirate stumbled to regain his footing, but Alexander swiped at one of the man's legs knocking it out from under him. He twisted the pirates arm until he dropped his sword. Alexander quickly grabbed it and held it to the man's throat.

"I'll ask you one more time. Surrender."

The pirate's hands shot up and he nodded. The engagement had lasted all of 7 seconds, and the pirates knew they were out matched. The pirates dropped their swords and raised their hands in surrender. Not a single man resisted the entire trip back to port.

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

I believe I am done with my cs. Really hoping he accepted. And I am making sure the grammar is good right now.

Alexander Markos

Name: Alexander Markos

Race/Faction: Kingdom (kinda)

Age: 24

Description: Alexander has tanned skin from his days spent in the sun at sea. He has black hair cut short and slight stubble on his jaw. Alexander's eyes are Hazel, with a glint of mischief. He stands at a respectable 5'10", and weighs about 170 lbs. During the average day he wears soft boots, and leather pants. While at sea he typically copies the other sailors and wears no shirt, that does not mean he can't dress respectably. For political functions he typically wears decorative leather armor with silver accents.

Alexander Image

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Alexander after being at sea for a while. (closest to what I was thinking.)
"Class": Baron of a southern province

Motivation: Alexander believes that the people of the kingdom are the true heart of the nation. While he doesn't want a bloody rebellion to rip apart the nation he so dearly loves, he believes changes must be made. He wants to pass peaceful reforms to control the monarchs and even believes that a council of lords should be organized to deal with the day to day business of the kingdom. While not truly believing in democracy he thinks that the people need more of a voice since they are the ones that know the struggles they are going through.

History: Alexanders father had been a successful military leader and believed that all men in an army had equal importance, including the commander. He had drilled this in to Alexander at a very young age and the boy believed it fanatically. His father would find him helping the maid clean dishes and the gardener rake the leaves. His father's city loved him, and he was like the cities son. He was never afraid to talk to a new person no matter what they looked like. He wrestled with the city boys, getting just as filthy as the rest of them.

When he was about 15 his father was called on to lead troops to deal with a small peasant uprising. That was the first time Alexander saw battle. No it wasn't a battle, it was a massacre. The peasants were not prepared for the highly professional army his father maintained, or the ruthlessness they showed. The peasants had charged the army with in a frenzy. It was obvious who would win but they refused to disarm and surrender. It was over within 10 minutes, with very few deaths on his fathers side. The peasants were an entirely different story, the villages they came from were put to the torch and families split up. They were sent to all different corners of the kingdom never to see their loved ones again.

After the campaign Alexander began to take up the hobby of sailing. He would be gone for weeks at a time only stopping home to gather crew and supplies. He couldn't be near his father or that dammed city. Those people who were okay with what was happening in the kingdom, to their nation. Three years ago Alexander returned to the news that his father was dead, and he was the new lord of the fief. He immediately became racked with guilt for abandoning his father, for not being there when he died. He became determined to fix the kingdom, but not through death. He decided he would lead by example and began implementing policies to improve the life of his citizens. He has created a council of citizens to run his city, while he focuses on running the country side. Even though he hates the death of innocent peasants he has no qualms about killing those who hurt people.

Strengths:
Tactician: While he hates to admit it he is a brilliant military commander much like his father.
Sailor: Still spending much time at sea he is a great sailor and competent navigator.
Inspires Loyalty: His soldiers are fanatically loyal, because he stands and fights on the front lines with them and wont make them do anything he wouldn't do himself.
Soldier: To call him a duelist would hurt the feelings of any real sword master. What Alexander does is best for the dirty confusing mess that is a battlefield. He uses a collection of dirty tricks and brute force attacks.

Weakness:
Terrible Liar: Alexander is a terrible liar and politician. He would rather punch a manipulative lord than talk with him.
Merciful: While he is an intelligent commander he has fears of repeating what his father did, so he takes unnecessary risks to let the enemy surrender.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Alexander believes that an open rebellion is a stupid idea and will fight against it if civilians are caught in the crossfire. He is fiercely loyal to his country, and wants to improve it, not destroy it.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
He does everything he can to avoid the massacre at his father's hands. He will avoid death even at risk to himself, unless the enemy has harmed innocent civilians and done wrong according to him.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
He is powerful man in control of one of the largest ports in the Kingdom and maintains one of the few professional armies.

"HEAVE, HEAVE, HEAVE" For the last three hours that had been the only noise that any of the sailors could hear. That and the sound of their oars hitting the water of course. Alexander was rowing along with the rest of his crew, straining with every pull of the oar. It had been his mistake that had caused them to stray off course in the first place. They had been planning to rendezvous with some of the other ships from the harbor for a race. Alexander was sure he had aligned his map correctly, but his first mate had picked up on his mistake....after they had been sailing for 4 hours. The mistake was small, but even one such as this put them leagues away from their meeting point. Even worse is that the wind was now blowing into the bow of the ship causing the sail to be useless. Alexander had felt terrible, because now his crew would have hours of hard rowing ahead of them. He had walked over to one of the oarsman and told him he would row for him for an hour. Ever since then he had been switching with a different rower on the turn of the hour. It was his mistake, so he had to pay for it just like his crew had to even though they didn't make the mistake. He heard his skipper call rest and glanced behind him and saw the masts of the ships they were to meet.

Alexander jumped over the railing of the ship the captains had decided to gather on. They were all in a circle getting drunk from a cask of ale in the center of them. From the looks of things this wasn't the first cask either, and probably wont be the last. Alexander nudged one of the men aside and sat down between two of the captains. He grabbed a mug and filled it with the rum and took a long drink from it, almost emptying it.
"About time you got here, we almost thought you had gone and gotten yourself sunk or something." The man speaking to Alexander was Old Gibbs, he was a smuggler and perhaps the most loved person on the coastline. He was a kind man and kept his prices low, and even payed his taxes. Alexander had met the man when he first began sailing, and though of him as an Uncle more than anything.

"Just got a little off course, nothing we couldn't handle. I am just hurt you boys began drinking without me."

"Aye, and we almost started the race without you. We were just worried you would put us in the stockades for slighting you my Lord."

As Gibbs said those last words he grinned and performed a clumsy bow, almost falling over because how drunk he was. Everyone on the boat knew Alexander would do such thing, they all just enjoyed messing with the Baron because he knew how to take a joke.

"I would have done it too you dirty crimi-."

Alexander tried to sound menacing, but broke up into a laughing fit before he could finish the sentence. He was old friends with all the men on the ship, no with all the men in their little fleet. Alexander rose from his position and stretched out.

"We better begin getting ready for the race, my steward probably is buying poison to kill me this instant."
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The race had been fairly successful, but not as much as he would have liked. His ship had come in third, and it was all because of his mistake. The last stretch of the race had been against the wind and his already tired crew couldn't keep up with the fresh me on the other ships. They had all said their farewells to each other cheerily. Alexander's ship began their slow journey back to port just after nightfall. Everyone on the ship was exhausted, so Alexander was taking the long way back to the port so he had the wind at his sails for a longer amount of time.

As she glided over the water she looked nothing like the warship she truly was. The ram was barely visible below the waterline only producing a slight ripple in the water a few feet ahead of the ship. Alexander had modified her over the years to fit his own needs. That meant taking much of the armor off and making her waterline higher, so she was faster. This probably what made the pirates confident enough to attack a ship flying the barons flag. Normally the Hawk and Spear were enough to frighten off any raiders planning to attack a ship flying it. Alexander was notorious for his crusade against pirates. This included building 20 ships from an older design from the south he had learned of while on one of his trips. They seemed to be knives cutting through they water, utilizing 40 oars to achieve incredible speed. They had been crushing the pirates and ruining their business. Most pirates had left Alexander's waters, but some still remained.

The pirates had crept up on their "prey" seemingly unnoticed hoping to catch it unawares. As they drew up next to the ship they threw up grappling hooks then waited quietly for a second if an alarm would be sent up. They began climbing and became more confident, believing they were about to capture an easy prize. As they pulled themselves up onto the deck they were met with a site they had not been expecting. A young man was standing right in front of them with a naked sword in his hand, ready and prepared. What was more terrifying was that about twenty heavily armed men were right behind them wearing the armor of naval marines. The young man looked towards the man who had led the climb up the ladder and gave him a determined look.

"Surrender now and you will be tried fairly in court."

The pirates looked at each other confused at what to do till one of them shouted,"I am not rotting in a jail cell!!" The man charged the young man sword swinging wildly. As he came close Alexander tossed the sword towards the enemies face. His opponent dodged the throw easily glancing at it as it passed by him. That was his biggest mistake, Alexander closed the distance between him and the man lightning fast and gripped the pirates sword arm, while headbutting the man in the nose. The pirate fell backwards tears crawling into his vision as Alexander rushed forward keeping near the falling man. The pirate stumbled to regain his footing, but Alexander swiped at one of the man's legs knocking it out from under him. He twisted the pirates arm until he dropped his sword. Alexander quickly grabbed it and held it to the man's throat.

"I'll ask you one more time. Surrender."

The pirate's hands shot up and he nodded. The engagement had lasted all of 7 seconds, and the pirates knew they were out matched. The pirates dropped their swords and raised their hands in surrender. Not a single man resisted the entire trip back to port.

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

@OneStoryToMany I'm really sorry, I didn't even realize that the grammar was that bad. I have been reading through it and was surprised, and I will try to not make that mistake again.

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

@OneStoryToMany Sorry about the grammar, I made the cs while in a rush. I will go through and fix the grammar.

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

@Aerandir Oh thank you, that was my biggest worry.