Blackness. It was all he could see as he opened his eyes, the strength to regain his composure weak. His body seemed numb and sore, though he cannot tell for certain. A certain granule-like substance filled the contours of his mouth, the bittersweet crumbs somewhat sharp and hard to the tongue. His arms were stretched out in the ground, one hand slowly moving closer to the body. Small breaths accompanied the weakened movements, the figure still hazy from what happened. His thoughts wandered as to how he was placed in a position as such, but the memory seemed to be as elusive as the wind. He closed his eyes once more, the strain and fatigue getting to him.

Once again he opened them, a bit wider this time. Pushing from the ground he placed himself in a kneeling position, one knee flat on the ground the other still unsure. His arms hold him upright, acting as support as he slowly picks himself up. The sharp granule still glued to his mouth, he exhaled in one fast motion, discharging the sticky substance from his mouth. Using one hand to wipe the rest from his face, he continued to stand up, although a bit slowly this time. His legs were now upright, feet flat on the soft ground which gave him a good foothold. He placed his arms to the sides, letting them hang loosely. At the same time he moved his hands around his body, feeling for the slight contours which were the concealed weapons he possessed. Assuring him that all his possesions are still with him, he began to inspect the area.

He was in a beach area, with earth that glistened in the sunlight. The sun was at its peak already, the prospect of losing the early half of the day somewhat haunting him. The sand was smooth yet somewhat sharp, but the feeling was not as potent in his feet as when it was close to his mouth. On the horizon an endless hue of blue greeted him, the calming crash of waves soothing his ears. Not a single ship could be seen in the distance, a fact showing that his location was not one frequented by people. Above him the golden sun shone down on his form, clouds slightly giving a cool shade from the pleasant warmth of the sun. On the opposite side of where he was a thick lining of trees and grass grew unchecked, their heights bordering on the 'impressive' mark.

Now the figure looked around, trying to see what was going on. There was nothing much around him, just an endless pool of sand. His clothes and possessions were slightly wet, showing that he came from the water a few hours before. His body showed no marks of physical harm, meaning that he was not forcefully taken to where he is now. The mystery shrouding the past events, he discarded it and proceeded to walk idly along the beachline. Hopefully he will find something which might shed light on his situation.

Bailey was helping one of her many charges. It was a day like any other. She needed to help clear the thoughts on a poet. She would help find his inspiration and make the words flow smoothly through his mind to the paper.

Soon she could hear the call of a lost person. His mind racing with thoughts. His head filled with doubt and confusion. She knew she would need to help him, or his thoughts would drive her mad.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the wind flow through her. She could feel herself being taken away by the winds, being led to the one in need. When she opened her eyes she found herself on a beach. It seemed to be far away from any other form of land.

She spoke to herself " no wonder why this poor fellow sounds so confused. He must have become shipwrecked or something...

She moved in the direction of the man. She knew she was getting close as the thoughts became louder in her head. Soon she found the man. He looked wet and groggy from just waking up.

She stepped closer to him, moving through the sand without noise or leaving any tracks. She was now right behind the man and whispered into his ear " Hello there, I am Bailey.... Her voice was sweet and usually comforted people. That was why she was so good at being a muse.

She let him turn around to see her " I have been charged to help you through this! She could not simply just wisp him off the island the same way she came. She could not do all the tasks for him, as she did not consort with material objects. What she was sent here to do is help clear the mind and help him find a way to get off the island.

(( Do you mind if I bring in a living character. It might be fun to be in on all the chaos with everyone else...))

A tree whizzed by in a blur of motion and color, pelting him across his face and body with pressure as that of soft slaps. Once his vision had returned from a much deserved blink, the leafage had blown past him and the ground climbed ever closer until it was mere inches away…

Vaudeux Jupiter awoke violently. Thrashing upwards like he could stop himself from falling with great waving motions with his limbs. The expression across his face was one of pure terror an obvious reaction to a horrific nightmare. His jaw was gapping, moving to a steady beat of expletives that escaped in coarse mutters. Sitting there his body ached and his head was spinning. At first his vision blurred and almost failed him, but after he spun with the dizziness, clapped a firm hand to his head, and wound up steadying the feeling. Slowly and steadily, the earth around him no longer defied the laws of physics and he we able to look out to an unfamiliar procession of trees and foliage that surrounded him. He allowed himself a few moments to realize where he was, often when he woke he had forgotten where he had camped the night before. Regrettably the sensation was never reached. His eyes continued to dart around trying to spot something recognizable, but was to no avail.

Nostrils flared, he felt his anger rise from the pit of his sternum and his breathing start to become more rapid. How did he get here? Jupiter blinked hard and a flash of greenery assaulted his face once more. He shot up from his spot in one swift motion before staggering to his feet. Immediately he could feel the weakness across the anterior portion of his body. It felt as if his legs were bruised up and down and that he had strained himself trying to lift something up, all at once. His posture sagged and he waddled gingerly over to the nearest tree. Once he was feet from the trunk of the tropical palm he looked down to noticed the sleeve of his left arm to be charred at the seems. Automatically he patted around the rest of his body to check to see if everything was still in place.

The outcome of his search was nothing of surprise. His dagger was still at the foot of his ankle, while his sword was still in its familiar location - strapped to his back. The peculiar form of his presence was that his left side had a seemingly burnt quality to it, even if it was minimal at that. Scowling at the strange burns he turned and shook his head slightly as if to remove the last remnants of any recurring feelings of injury. Instead vivid pictures flashed through his mind once more. This time he was soaring over a vast rippling sea. Just as quick as the scenes appeared they vanished as Vaud’s eyes popped open. It was like his mind was giving him clues to a riddle that he needed to solve, yet the half-dragon couldn’t quite understand what he was seeing. With misunderstanding grew a seed of anger and he whipped around across the tree and away from the forest.

Instead of gracefully marching out of the trees he got a glimpse of sand through an opening before his feet decided to tangle themselves up in a root. Added momentum from the spin, he toppled to the side and almost twisted his leg. The trip could have been a silent one, but with the added frustration from earlier and his utter confusion of his location one could hear, “Damn!” Echoing throughout the island. A couple tropical birds fluttered up from the tips of nearby trees, fluttering away in distress of the disturbance. Vaud stepped down from his trip and was able to catch his balance after a few more quick steps. When he stopped he spun back around and faced his previous location. His eyes were ablaze as he stared at the ground, a crooked root reached out from the earth, the very root that had tripped him. His body pulsed with aggravation his face contorted into a tight slate. Suddenly he charged at the root and collapsed at its feet, hands wrapped around the bulk of the plant like he was wringing someone’s neck, and started to pull at it with renewed vim.

S’ormight awoke in the middle of nowhere, literary… his breathing was heavy, the sand from the ground not allowing too much air to reach to his lungs, he could have suffocated, but fortunately he woke up just in time. His leathery cloak and hide armor was soaking wet as well as his legs and tail, the water washed him over and over again. He was lucky to survive the storm, but the problem was that he could not remember anything at all, only blackness, a large amount of blackness, and now he woke up here, half dead, surrounded by a tropical climate and tropical plants.

His clawed hands pressed into the sand so he could lift himself up, his head was spinning, and a low and long grumble escaped the base of his throat. He tried to take a few looks around, but his eyes did not come into focus too soon, instead he blinked a few times and shook his head. Wherever he looked he couldn’t see any trace of other intelligent being, perhaps he was lost there forever, but even he knew that the danger could lurk anywhere. He was a born predator, but now he found himself out of his element, from the hunter he was he could become the hunted. With that thought, his right hand quickly went over to his back, checking if the weapon was still there, and gratefully it was, it has not been taken away by the ruthless ocean, at least he had a chance of defending himself if he was in danger.

He needed a few seconds before he fully understood what was happening to him, he awoke under strange circumstances on this island, strange they were because he couldn’t remember anything, he didn’t like to travel in a ship, so being in one was not so likeable. Probably he encountered some sort of mage and in an attempt of not being killed, he dismissed S’ormight to this island. In this realm everything was possible, and even the lizarian knew it. Prepared for anything the island might throw into his way, S’ormight took the harpoon into his right hand and gripped it powerfully. The reinforced buckler remained strapped upon his left forearm, and with no second thought he ventured forth, to find a way to return back to the continent, he already didn’t like it there, he was out of his element, and the sun was too bright for his comfort. Even if he was a cold-blooded creature, his body could run out of water very fast, above all he needed to find a source of drinkable water, or the island would claim him sooner than any other of its inhabitant.

Sounds of fresh waves crashing against one another filled his ears, a feeling of comfort and peace washing over him like the gentle breeze. He finally composed himself neatly, hands hastily brushing off the remaining sand in his garbs. Preparing to take a step once more, a short spike tingled along the underside of his foot, a sharp prick numbing his feet. Setting himself down through the guidance of his arms, he sat once more on the warm sand, feeling the small rocks and pebbles adjust to his average frame. His hands stretched out to his feet, feeling the areas where the pain struck him. Noticing something different in his attire, he rubbed the area gently, feeling sand slide off his feet. It appears his body had been half-buried in sand before he awoke himself, as the dust and small items seemed to have made its way inside his clothing. Unable to persevere enough to check if he was clean enough, he fixed himself once more and rose up.

In an instant he felt a small whisper across his back, a faint voice he had not heard before. The sound soothed his fears a bit, though agitated new ones as it showed him he was not alone on the island. Turning slowly to face the bearer of the voice, he was faced with a being whose description was hard to place into words. The figure before him was something he had not seen before, but the voice was definitely from the one before him. Feeling no threat coming from the strange figure, his composure relaxed a bit to accomodate the friendly stranger.

" Hello there, I am Bailey.... I have been charged to help you through this! " the figure said, with an assuring tone and sound. Sanzen could not understand how the figure before him could provide assistance, but an explanation of their situation would be appreciated. His thoughts slowly turning into words which he was about to tell Bailey, when a small cry reached him from a nearby area. Clasping his palms together as if to offer a prayer, he bowed slightly to the apparition to show respect before turning towards the noise. "I'm sorry, but I have to see what that was" he said, trying not to disrespect the offer of assistance given to him. He then turned towards the noise, then moved on.

The sand was clear and coarse, the small pebbles quickly sliding off his feet as he moved towards the noise. The feel of the earth beneath his feet slowly swayed his balance a little, his speed slowing down to accomodate mixed factors. His body had still some pangs of pain flowing through, which provided discomfort as he moved. The sand left clear footprints of his tracks, but showed a trail of a slightly swaying path before him. His balance slowly giving way, Sanzen stopped. His chest felt heavy yet light, breathing becoming long and loud. He could feel the heat of the sun flashing in his body, the gentle warmth becoming a slow heat wave as beads of sweat slowly formed in his face. Wiping them off with his slightly bruised hand, he moved on towards the noise. Hopefully whatever emitted that sound is as non-hostile as the figure he had encountered, and would be able to provide the same assistance as his first encounter on the island.

((I decided to go ahead and post, Bailey hope you don't mind))


For minutes on end he continued to tear at the root until his hands were raw. He had stripped the bulk of the bark from the protruding root while also ripping it up from the ground so much so that the tree that owned the extremity was twitching. Vaud wasn’t exactly sure what he was trying to accomplish, but trying to destroy the plant was enjoyable and even kept his mind straying from the fact that he was lost. After a while, though, his initial anger that had fueled his attack was subsiding and he was starting to feel fatigued. His grip loosed around what was left of the root and he retracted his body position, leaning back on his heels as he kneeled. Beads of sweat erupted from the top of his brow and released themselves down the nape of his neck, even in the thick of the woods the sun was beating him down with supplied heat. For the first time in the first few prior moments, he took a deep breath to allow conscious thoughts to return.

At that moment, in the silence, the beat of a set of footsteps were crunching in his direction. Turning his eyes away from his desecration Jupiter’s head shot sideways just in time to see an approaching figure through the tropical trees. The half-dragon shot up by rolling back onto his feet and stood. The dirt chunked up slightly around him, while the grime littering his fingers were accented against the lush green foreground. He appeared as some type of wild-man digging for potatoes at first, yet his eyes were suspicious of any approach. Finally, while standing his ground, he caught a proper glimpse of the impending stature. It was a man of normal height and looking just as distressed as him. Vaudeux watched with slits and every step the figure took the nearer his fists balled together and clenched ever tighter.

Apparently he must have caused a racket for once the man saw him he slowed his pace and the pair loomed over each other for a few seconds. Finally Jupiter took a wary step forward, turning his head to the side and peering over the man through the few trees. He spotted splotches of sand and his eyes darted over to the reflective beach behind the chap. Then, Vaud couldn’t stand it any longer, his frustration hadn’t ceased from his awakening and the strangeness of the location was overwhelming. “Hey!” Vaudeux called, surprised by the harshness of his own voice at that moment, like he hadn’t ever used it. Nevertheless he continued as his brow raised warily, “Where are we?”