A man with white hair was watching the waves as he figured he was on yet another island. At least I didn't fall this time. He thought as continued to watch the waves. A dog came running from who knows where and found himself an island. He wondered if there was a doughnut shop around here. Looking around, Ace saw someone by the water and ran over to greet the dude. "Hiya!" He said. Arin turned around when someone said hello to him, only to see a dog. "Is it just me or did you just talk to me?" He asked the talking dog. Ace giggled lightly. "I'm an Inu and yeah I did." He answered happily. _____________________________________________________________________________ Hunter was in his lair which was dark and held a foul stench. This meant his place wreaked the smell of death, but that didn't faze the necromancer one bit as he was used to the smell. He was currently planning on making stronger shadow minions. "I could also try summoning death minions, but those are hard to come by." He wasn't really expecting a response from anyone, he just liked hearing himself talk.

Alastair stared at the waves gently crashing against the shore with a blank expression. The wind softly blew his hair around his face and he shoved the strands back. An arm wrapped around his neck and he glanced over, seeing Aiden's smiling face. "Come on Alas, lighten up! You on an island. Have some fun!" Alastair didn't answer, only roll his eyes as he asked for patience. Hells knew he needed it when it came to the older triplet. The arm disappeared as Aiden latched onto Autumn. "You too! Come on, lets build a sand castle!" With that he dragged their sister off, the girl sputtering as her older brother dragged her away. "Aid!..Wha-..h-hold o-on-" A presence stepped up beside Alastair and the boy glanced up at the oldest of the siblings Aldous. The pair stood gazing at the horizon, wondering where they were and how they got there. "Be ready for anything we might find here." Aldous said, Alastair nodding.

It was dark when Amos awoke, drifting in and out of consciousness, floating up on a current of air. Blinding light snapped him awake, his vision adjusting to his new surroundings. He was over a temple, one of his own to be precise, yet he didn't remember coming here. The temple looked old, years of weather had eroded much of it and what remained hinted little to what is was yet perhaps someone who knew history could decipher the ruins. His corporal form drifted away from the temple, the sunlight dulling his power yet this didn't stop him from exploring this new place. Quickly he came upon water and a beach..with others, in the distance it looked like four people, casually standing on the beach. His form became more visible and shadows seemed to flow from his body, distorting the space he took. Anyone looking in his general direction would see a silhouette of a man, simply staring.

Zecurst flew towards the island coming up on the horizon thinkingthat place looks remote and uninhabited enough to meditate in peace

Not too far from Alastair and his three siblings, there was a guy just sleeping on the ground. No...not person. Dragonspawn, which were supposed to be extinct. He woke up, and slowly sat up, looking around and yawning. "Hm...I don't recognize this place...I gotta stop just landing in random fields to sleep..."

Evermore felt her eyes flutter open as she scan her surroundings feeling a headache fill her head. Rubbing her temples, she finally sat up noticing she was on a island. How the hell did I come here!, she let out a silent growl when she stand up but winced as she looked at her wings. They were sore like she was flying for hours and never stopped. She walked around looking for any dark place hoping to feel the darkness hide her from sight. So after moving her wings to relax them, she spread her wings and stormed up in the sky. She flied pass the trees as she looked for a cave to stay at

On the far side of the beach, a bit of seaweed managed to transform into a girl. The girl was dressed in a sort of gossamer dress, made of weeds and plant parts. Her feet were bare, and yet she danced around with utmost grace. This girl, was Aniram, and though Ani was loving this whole beach scene, she had no idea how she got here. She started to walk down the beach, until she saw the forms of other people, this was when she stopped, and took a seat. She would have to be careful, maybe these beings were mortals. And though she wished to mess with them, she was afraid of being seen. She titled her head and waved one of her fingers, causing an abnormally large wave to crash into a couple of these beings, she giggled, and waited for a sort of reaction.

As soon as James saw the huge wave, he blew a blast of ice from his mouth, freezing it into a huge ice sculpture of a tidal wave.

Ever stopped when she saw a few people which made her tense up as she hid up on top of a tree. She looked down at them, they seemed to not be human by the way the boy freezes the water with his mouth. She wanted to say something but she couldn't, she couldn't speak which made her frown. She closed her eyes feeling the dark magic that swirled around in her made her shudder. So she raised her hand up, imagining the dark energy go to her hand. When she opened them, she saw black fire appear in her hand. But they couldn't see her, she was well hidden so she made the dark fire disappear. The dark energy going back in her, I have to make sure they aren't a threat

Arin decided to introduce himself to this dog or Inu. "So, what's your name? Mine's Arin." "I'm Ace! You wouldn't happen to have any doughnuts, would you? He asked, his tail wagging. Arin smiled, shaking his head. "I'm afraid not, sorry."

As soon as James saw the huge wave, he blew a blast of ice from his mouth, freezing it into a huge ice sculpture of a tidal wave.

Aniram frowned, crossing her arms. So they weren't mortal, fantastic. She hated how other magical beings spoiled her fun, they always had other tricks up their sleeves. She rolled her eyes and got up, walking closer to the others on the beach.

Stormfyre Stormfyre paced in a circle, paws kneading the soft sand. Growling he searched his memories to see if he could remember how he had ended up here. Eventually he gave up shrugging, at least as much as a giant silver-white tiger can shrug. Tiger?!!! Why was he in tiger form? Stopping his pacing, he breathed in, calming down. Slowly his muscles started rippling, like a pond after throwing in a stone. Stretching out and up Storm’s bones cracked and changed, elongating in some places, shortening in others, molding and reforming to create a human form. Storm shook his dark hair out of his eyes and glancing along the beach he saw small humanoid figures in the distance. Grinning he headed towards them, in time to see a massive wave rush up the beach and freeze halfway. So the others here weren’t normal either.

Flynn Blinking groggily the creature opened her eyes. Frowning, she stared at what she saw; the ground and sky had switched places. As this realization hit her she groaned, her wings and back hurt like hell, and her sight was going fuzzy. Attempting to sit up she found that she was hanging from a tree, caught in its branches. Soooo… the sky was still where it was supposed to be, and she was the one upside-down. Stretching her wings and snapping many small twigs, she fought to right herself. Finally the tree gave up and dropped her, head first, to the ground. Smashing into it she looked up, cuorios as to where this was and how she had gotten here. Wait, who was she? That was probably a better question. Glancing down at herself she saw scuffed clothes, worn boots, fighting, fingerless gloves, and a dog tag. Picking the dog tag up and raising it to eye level the creature slowly read what had to be a name: Flynn. Flipping the tag over gave no more information least, none that made sense. So her name was Flynn? She liked that name. Rolling the word round her mouth she pronounced, in a voice that can’t have been used much before;“Flynn. Fllllllllllyyyyynnnnnn.” And she smiled.

A vampire around his 20's found himself somewhere in the middle of an island. The last thing he remembered was being asleep in his own home, so he wasn't sure how he ended up here or even where he was for that matter. He carefully scanned his surroundings which mostly consisted of non-humans at the moment. This let him know that he wouldn't have to worry about his demon anytime soon.

A woman sat down on a rock, stripped down to just a tunic and some cloth pants as she panted and heaved breathlessly. Every muscle burned in her body as she checked on her platemail and pack to see if they had survived the journey here. Behind her laid a splintered wreck of a raft, and a pair of snapped oars. She could only breath heavily as she checked on her gear, unsheathing her sword to check the blade and looking over the surface of her shield to check for any warping made by her sudden crash landing upon the rocks she now sat upon. Water dripped from her soaked frame and short hair as she stood up and stretched out her legs and arms, olive skin glistening in the sun. Maybe she'd find some glory on this island, monsters to slay or people to save. She offered a small prayer to the god of the water as she walked down closer to the water and dipped her hands into the slowly lapping waters that beat against the little rocky outcrop she was kneeling on. She could feel the waters almost caressing her knees and hands in reply, and she sighed in contentment. Then she rose to return to her pack and equipment, sitting down in the sun where she had been previously, her feet in a small pool of water. 'I should get away from this sea air, it'll rust out my equipment quick.' She thought to herself and she lifted her pack and platemail, equipment belted to her to make her look like a very well-armed peasant. Slowly she grunted and trudged her way inland, until she found herself away from the salty sea air and the smell of the water.

Autumn stared at Aiden as he excitedly began talking about different ways they could build a sandcastle. Alastair plopped next to her, startling the girl as she squeaked in surprise. He gave her a small apologetic smile as he raised an eyebrow at Aiden. Sometimes he questioned his brothers age sometime. There were times he acted like a fifteen year-old but most of the time he acted way younger. Aldous stood over them, eying the other figures that he could see on the beach. He was still confused as to how they had gotten there and wary about all the people he could see wandering the beach. From what he had witnessed so far some of them were not human and that did not comfort him because that meant he had no idea what they were capable of. Autumn sat there quietly as Alastair and Aldous started discussing strategies for anything that might happen and Aiden chatted happily next to them. The girl got up quietly and wandered away from them slightly, knowing Aldous was keeping a careful eye on her. She approached the water, keeping away from it warily as she gazed out at the large expanse of blue water before her. Something in the sand caught her eye and she bent, scooping up a seashell. It was pure white but when she flipped it over there were different colors on the inside. She smiled, stroking the sand gently off the object.

Arin sighed, wanting to find a way off this island. He turned to the Inu before asking, "Do you wanna do some exploring?" "Sure! Why not?!" Ace replied while jumping up and down in excitement.

Priscilla had set to work on shining her armour and sharpening her blade with her back in the hollow of a tree. A long, tiring process but worth it nonetheless. She ran the rag over her pauldron once, twice and a third time to make sure she had wiped the salt from it and it took on that familiar metallic sheen that dimly reflected the sun. She had begun to don as much of the armour as she shone, but it was a long, long process. She had been at it for a while now, shining and then putting on the various bits of armour she had. As soon as she was fully dressed, she set to work on slowly pulling a whetstone down her blade as she looked around for any signs that there were others around, other people to talk to or save from peril.

Amos watched as more people arrived upon the beach. He was particularly intrigued with the wave of water becoming ice and knew that these people were not mortals, not that he could see right away that is. So displays of power were being done he thought, perhaps he could show what he was capable of while in the sun. He muttered something in a dead language, and a ball that seemed to absorb light appeared in his hands, growing slightly as it crackled. A beam then erupted from the ball, aiming for the wall of ice and shattering it. Shards of ice then flew everywhere. If he had a face to smile with he would be, for now dark chuckles could be heard.

Priscilla rose to her feet and watched as a wall of ice exploded on the beach not to far from where she was sitting. She sighed, only a little while spent on this island and she had already found people, well... people as far as she could tell, that looked like they were going to cause her some trouble. She raised her large, round shield nonchalantly as shards of frost and ice bounced off of it in a light shower. She felt one or two bigger chunks collide with the shield too, but kept her cool as she sheathed her hand-and-a-half blade and reached around to hang her shield from her back. This ice felt like a harsh reminder of the water god's will, and made Cil frown slightly before giving a quick prayer and checking her armour to make sure it was secure on her body. The others here seemed to be far too young to be out on their own. She momentarily thought of herself at their ages. Still learning to lift a blade properly and struggling to control her gifts. A scared little girl with no home and no experience. She had come a long way, and she was itching to prove that to herself. She walked slowly over to the other inhabitants, wary of any sudden movement or aggressive actions. It appeared that a showboating contest was going on, with the various inhabitants laying all their cards on the table from the get-go. A bad move in Cil's mind. She'd rather let people see her as a lone swords-woman and nothing more to begin with. Never know who is out to get you.