Eria didn't actually see it as being stranded, she could walk to the mainland anytime she liked, more sort of a lucky accident. Without going into too much detail she basically gone for a swim, drifted too far and ended up here and as usual she failed to see the down side to the situation. She merely sat on the beach having hung up her things to dry she was lying on the beach in the warm sun watching a few fish just beneath the waves swimming about with no general idea of what was going on. Eventually she decided to get up and take a look around; after all as far as she knew she had the place to herself.

She got to her feet and wandered over to where most of her stuff hung on a branch, her coat was still a little damp but she didn't mind, everything else she left on the branch to carry on drying and wandered further into the island. After only a few meters she immediatly discovered she'd stumbled upon an island paradise, the place was alive with just about everything, trees, plants and the tell-tale chatter of birds, it was almost worth being stuck here by herself just to admire the place.

She began to loose track of time and suddenly wandered how long she'd been here, she didn't really need to be going anywhere but when your alone it's hard to tell what time of day it is. She looked upwards trying to guess by where the sun was but couldn't see it for the trees in the way not to mention the powerful light it as giving off that was cutting into her vision. She looked back down and leant against a tree sighing softly.
"Well, at leas my coat's dry," she muttered to herself.

"Oh god..." Reks mumbled, a bit of blood dribbling from his mouth. His so called, 'Hunting Trip' hadn't quite turned out like he had wanted it to. The plan had been, get to the island, find some boar, kill one, and bring it back to his camp site. That sounded easy, right? Well, those damn boar were tough, and there was probably about thirty of them. He was lucky he had escaped with his life, yet, the pain in his stomach felt much worse than death at the moment.

One of the wicked boars had impaled him right in the stomach, and had pinned him against a tree for a few minutes. He had used much of his strength just to get the damn thing out of him, and pretty much the rest of it to scare it away. As of that moment, he wasn't really thinking openly, and figured he would walk until he became to tired, or died from blood loss. His hands began to feel cold, due to all the blood passing through his wound, and onto his hand, which was clenched around it. He just hoped he would find someone, well, someone who could help him.

"Help! Someone! Please!" he screamed, using up almost all of what was left of his power. His mind was becoming numb, and he could feel his legs becoming lighter under him. This is what death felt like. Suddenly, a blurred figure came into his view, he wiped his eyes with his free hand, yet, the blur was all he could see. "Help..." he mumbled, more blood falling from his mouth. The last thing Reks remembered was the smell of a women, then, he closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

Wow...Do I need a beer or what? Phineas thought vaguley to himself. The fact that he washed ashore on the island was completely unplanned and unpleseant. He had hired a group of seemingly trustworthy sailors at the docks on lomedor to take him around some of the more tropical shores, so he could fill in some of the more blank places on his map. Several other clients had also signed up for this little venture, either to be dropped off at their desired location (thath appened to be in the tropics) or to merely be taken aroudn for an enjoyable cruise. Unfortunately, some rich folks hired the sailors to do the latter. The sailors were smart, and saw their chance at wealth. Once they were out deep enough and away from the little authority there was on the high seas, they stripped the passengers (mainly the rich folks) of their gold, and tossed them into the sea. Following them off the boat were a few logs to keep them afloat. Seven of the nine passengers perished, one had drifted away from the island on his own log, and Phineas had landed here, which he was grateful for. Waiting for a boat with plenty of soaked yet useful supplies in his pack, he decided to map the island. A day later, he was circling the island sketching out what he thought its general shape was. in the distance, he saw an interesting character stumbling towards him. He shrugged, and when it fell to the ground, he slowly strode over. It wasn't unusual for people to wash ashore like he was, he had found out yesterday. he had fought and eventually killed a very angry pirate who had attacked him over his packed the hour he woke up. He helped the now fainted figure up, and brought him into the shade. The man seemed parched, and bleeding from the mouth, which was never a good sign. From his pack Phineas retrieved a bottle of water (there was a fresh source in the valley). He then poured some down the mans throat. He searched the mans pockets for anything of value, praying that the man would not wake up. Hey, Phineas thoguht, trying to reason with himself. If I am going to save his life, he might as well pay me, right?

Elendor had been shipwrecked in his ship a few days back.It had been a terrible evening and he had been thrown into the sea and clinging onto a piece of wood had helped him survive this long.He could remember the event too well...he and his friends had been onboard heading to a certain island to find some treasures when they encountered a terrible storm and beyond that,they were attacked..attacked by a mystical sea beast..which Elendor had been considered a myth till he saw it before his own eyes..it was the death of all seamen...and he saw before his eyes..as the Krakon attacked his ship with a vengence,destroying it and throwiong many of those onboard into the rough seas and also swallowing some of them,without mercy.Elendor and some other men had fought with it with their weapons with no avail..it was too strong to be beaten and finally,it destroyed teh remaining of the ship and Elendor went down with the ship,upset he couldnt' save his comrades.

That was days back..it had been three days already..he had been in sea..floating aimlessly.The sun had just risen and he looekd ahead and spotted what looked like land.His heart leapt with a wild joy and hope.He abandoned the wood he was clinging on and swam towards it in hurry and as soon as his feet touched land he looked about.It looked rather empty and inhabited.He laid on the beach,totally tired.

Serenity had been flying for a while now. She had recently been in a fight with a rather strong slayer. Serenity had barely made it out with her life. Her wing took a few hits with an arrow though, and her flying capabilities where diminishing fast.

She fell lower and lower to the ground, her flying turning more into a fluttering. She had to find somewhere to land. Her vision was becoming blurred. She was totally drained of her energy.

She noticed an island, not far from where she was. She fluttered towards it. Her wings flapped slowly. She pushed herself forward, using the last of her strength.

Serenity finally made it to the beach. She hit the sand with a thud and soon passed out. The water lapped against her legs soothingly. Her dark regeneration spell soon kicked in, trying to repair her beaten body.

It must have been a few hours before Serenity awoke. She felt as if she should look around the island. Her wings needed time to heal before she flew away from here anyways. She heard a few voices as well. She moved silently, taking caution to see who it was.

She moved closer and closer along the beach. The sand felt nice beneath her feet. Finally she noticed life on this island. She noticed a girl in the distance. She moved ever closer to her. She stopped a few yards away, not knowing how she would react to seeing a demon.