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"We won't have to lug this around with us through the mountains, will we?" Xander asked the young first mate, a boy named Aaran.
"We have devised a lighter version that can be carried by hand," Aaran responded.
"It doesn't look very heavy," Arathor muttered. He hefted the enormous chest onto one shoulder. Aaran stared at him in awe.
"Stop showing off, Kingson!" Xander told him.
Arathor smirked and lowered it carefully back into it's position.

After a while there was no land visible. Xander stood on the top deck, watching the sea. Arathor was practicing with his spear while several altmer watched, amazed at his skill.
And then, out of nowwhere, a massive black imperial galleon loomed. The Altmer screamed and scattered. Even Arathor looked weary.
Xander turned, squinting up at the men on the deck of the larger boat.

Shows-His-Teeth grinned at Lielle's amazement. He himself had been on a ship previously, more than once, and had always been fond of the sea. "Well, it is stunning, isn't it?" He placed his arms on the railing, and let his chin down to rest on them. "I've always loved everything about the ocean, and the coasts." He glanced up at the sky. "Hopefully the clouds will clear up later. Nothing could beat basking on the deck of a gently moving ship, in the warm sunlight." He then turned in surprise, as a massive ship began it's approach. "What's going on?"

"I...I don't know." Lielle's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the massive ship. She was scared. "W-What should we do?" The ship came too fast - too suddenly. She didn't know what to do.

Shows-His-Teeth glanced around nervously. "Stay above deck. We might want to swim for it." Maybe they're pirates, he thought, then discarded the notion. The ship in front of him was nothing like an pirate ship he had ever seen. You never know.

Matthis batted at the Imp as it poked him in the eye. He held his watering eyeball, and stared at the Imps.
"Come on, high five for that one!" Matthias said jokingly,trying to make the Imps laugh.

Tyronis, who found this to be funny for numerous reasons, fluttered directly in front of Matthias. He pulled his arm back and slapped the Imperial in the face with all of his strength. Both chirped loudly.

Matthias felt a sharp burn on his cheek.
"Ouch! Bloodthirsty creatures! How do you like it if i do that to you?" Matthias gently slapped Tyronis, trying to make him stop.
"You like that don't you?"

The Imps stopped chirping. Tyronis looked back at Dherian, and then to Matthias. Suddenly, both sprung forward and fluttered above Matthias's head, pulled his hair in multiple directions. They were no longer chirping. They were making odd screaming noises.

Matthias felt the rough tugs at his hair, and he busted through Leilles door, through the hallway, and outside, over where Shows-His-Teeth was at.
"Ow, bloody creatures, get off of me!" Matthias yelled in pain.

A magically enhanced voice rang out: it was the bland accent of central Cyrodiil.
"BY THE ORDER OF EMPORER SAURAL RAGNAROK, YOU ARE ORDERED TO HALT AND IDENTIFY YOURSELVES!"
Xander pulled his goggles down and moved the scarf over his mouth. He shouted something in Dunmeri dialect.
The voice muttered something that sounded like "[&@%!] pirates," then spoke again. "THEN YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!"
Xander shouted at them again, producing a knife. Arathor laughed.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO US THAT WAY, ELVEN FILTH! PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!"
Xander turned and walked to the other side of the deck, sheathing his knife. "You heard them. Prepare to be boarded."
Arathor snarled. "I'll kill a hundred to your ten, Xander!"
"We'll see, Kingson," Xander smiled gently, as grappling hooks slammed into the side of the ship. Imperial warriors climbed aboard, armed with heavy steel armor and swords and shields. Xander turned, removing the scarf and goggles. The Imperials froze when they saw him.
"It's FARSEER!" one screamed. "GET BACK! GET--"
Arathor charged.

Shows-His-Teeth immediately removed his spear from his back and took up a defensive stance, but joined the charge as Arathor made the first move. He increased his speed just before contact, building up enough momentum to force the weapon through an Imperial warrior's plate armor, and into his chest with great force. Shows-His-Teeth pulled the spear back while simultaneously twisting, tearing apart the man's inner organs and shredding his flesh to pieces. The warrior fell forwards in a pool of thick blood, attempting to hold the gaping wound closed. Shows-His-Teeth finished him off quickly, using his curved sword to deliver a pair of strokes to the man's head and face.

Xander loaded one arrow casually. He fired, it punctured one Imperial's helmet. The Imperial stepped back, face falling stupidly, and collided with one of the warriors climbing aboard.
"Hey!" the warrior squealed. The grappling hook could not bear their combined weight and they fell into the sea, taking several others with them. This all happened in three seconds.
Xander nodded in satisfaction and notched another arrow.

Shows-His-Teeth blocked an aggressive swordsman's blow, knocking the man's weapon backwards with an attack of his own. Left exposed, Shows-His-Teeth took the opportunity and sliced open the man's foolishly unarmored face from corner-to-corner, afterwards kicking him backwards into a group of his allies. The foe squirmed in agony on the boards of the ship, looking as if someone had taken a vegetable peeler across his features.

Arathor severed an imperial's head with a sweep of his spear. The warrior's body stumbled forwards, arms held out, as thought it had not realized it no longer had a driver. After a second it fell flat.

Xander fired another arrow. It slammed into the chest of one of the peasants that through the grappling hooks. The Breton's eyes widened as he flew backwards and hit the floor, the arrow protruding from his chest. Xander examined the upper decks: another peasent, a Khajiit, was in mid-throw. Quick as a flash, Xander fired another arrow that hit the Khajiit in the right cheek. The catman's head snapped sideways as one side of his face peeled off. He dropped the hook so it landed on one of the other lines, which snapped and fed more imperials to the sea.

Lielle gasped at the carnage before her, as well as the sight of her Imps tearing Matthias's hair apart. "Tyronis! Dherian!"

Both of the Imps suddenly snapped into action, realizing what was going on. They flew to the master's shoulders. In seconds, four Imperial soldiers had surrounded her. "Alright!" she said in anger. "We can play like this if you'd like!"

She waves her hands around. Lightning developed at he finger tips. She fired four bolts into each of the soldiers' heads. They fell...dead...burned...

One imperial warrior ran to Xander.
"Huh, what are you gonna do now, Archer?" he taunted, drawing back his mace.
Xander clicked his fingers. A horrific hooded figure rose up from the ground in a burst of yellow energy. The warrior screamed, and then the ancestor ghost devoured him.
Xander sighed, picking up the warrior's shield and mace. He ran forwards, slamming the mace into a swordsman's stomach. The Imperial did a backflip and hit the ground at an awkward angle. His neck snapped. The ghost followed him, tackling three imperials with the force of a charging Clannfear and sending them flying. One Imperial swung his warhammer, and it passed strait through the ghost. It hissed, grabbing the warrior's head. He screamed and burst into flames.

Matthias pulled out his Elven Claymore, and found himself quickly surrounded. He thrusted a sideways attack at the group, killing each one with ease. He ran up behind an Imperial Archer,grabbed his head, and snapped the guards neck. He turned around, and stabbed a guard in the neck, instantly killing him. He ran up to a guard, and sliced the guards legs, dismembering the guard. The guard started to crawl away, but Matthias stabbed him through the back of the spine.

Shows-His-Teeth feigned a lunge, sidestepped the nearest warrior's counter-attack, and rammed the spear hard into the enemie's ribcage. He let the weapon go, as it was very solidly stuck at the moment, and once again used his sword to deliver an abrubt end to the man's life.