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(When are you going to update the front page with my character I sent in? If it needs work reply to the post I sent you. So I can just copy and paste the original. And change whatever needs to be changed).

The phoenix suddenly vanished, and Sahara calmed down slightly. She focused on Unsicher Isle to be sure of the volcano's safety, and a vision formed in her head... Suddenly, she saw an illuminated face, distinct among those of the other people who were there... it was Serry.

"There you are, you monster," muttered Sahara.

"Sahara, are you okay?" said Vancione. "They said the volcano will be fine, we have to go to Sentraville!"

"No, I am not," said Sahara viciously. "Things have just gotten worse for me. Aside from the volcano's impending destruction, I also saw my father's murderer in Unsicher Isle. You go on ahead to Sentraville, I think I'll drop Serry a line first."

"Sahara!"

But the Time Sage had already vanished. With barely enough time, Vancione pulled her robe tightly around her and stepped out of the pub. Cursing under her breath, she concentrated hard on her power over Air, and felt herself levitate off the ground. She directed herself through the skies for a while, until finally she saw Sentraville below her. She did not look at it properly, instead landing directly in the midst of the city. She shook her hair out of her face.

"I've always hated flying."

Drakarth stepped into the inn. Normally, he would have avoided such a place, but he needed information. He sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. It was weak stuff, nothing like the fire whiskey his father used to make. Drakarth put the beer down on the bar and drew a small flask from his pocket, along with a shot glass. He poured a deep red liquid from the flask into the glass. The liquid seemed to glow as the glass was filled. Quickly, Drakarth knocked back the glass. The liquid burned as it went down, but it felt good. As he poured himself another glass, he looked around. Most of the people in the bar were just ordinary rabble, but as he filtered out the general babble, a phrase caught his ear: "...a little odd that so many Sages have converged..." Tilting his head slightly, Drakarth tried
to catch sight of the man who said it. But before he could, a burly looking man swaggered over.

"Hey!" he barked, "Wat you doin' here? I don like the way youse lookin', boy." The babble quieted into a hushed whisper. Drakarth narowed his eyes and looked back at his beer.

"I don't want any trouble." he said quietly. The man laughed. "You hear that boys? He don want no trouble! Well, youse gonna get trouble whether youse liken it or not!" Four other men stood up, each one muscled and tattooed from head to foot. They surrounded Drakarth in a circle, and the other patrons backed away, leaving a wide area for the fight to come. Drakarth sighed and stood up. He placed a small pile of gold coins on the bar.

"For collateral." he said to the innkeeper. He turned around, drawing his long, black blade. "You still have time to back out of this." He said, a dangerous glint in his orange-red eyes. Then men laughed and moved closer.

Drakarth took his sword in a one handed stance, level with the ground. The air around him seemed to still as the tension grew. Suddenly, he shot forward, faster than any normal person could possibly move. One man found himself missing an arm, then the one next to him lost his legs. Drakarth whirled around, relieving another man of his hamstrings before breaking the last one's nose with the pommel stone of his blade. The man who had started it all backed away, attempting to flee.

"I don't think so." Drakarth snarled. He leapt into the air, landing in front of the man. With one hand, Drakarth lifted him up by his throat. "I think it's about time you left this town. Unless, of course, you'd like to have an early appointment with death. In which case, I can arrange that quiet easily." He said in a low voice. Drakarth dropped the man onto the floor. "Now get out of my sight, lest I lose my patience with you." He said, adressing the other four men. He wiped his blade off with a towel before sheathing it and sitting back down at the bar. The babble slowly resumed it's original pitch.

(The Air Sage appears....yay bar fights!!)

Drakarth finished his beer, placed a sliver coin in the bar, and left. Humans. He hated being around them, but it was his duty as the Air Sage to uphold that which his office stood for. Namely, healing and maintaining balance. Drakarth pulled his cloak around him and made sure his blade was still in its scabbard. He made a few gestures with his hand. A chilly wind picked up, and thunder rumbled in the distance. "Right on time." he muttered to himself.

( Ive been traveling. Im finally home, so Im gonna post more often, and Izen will return when Ethine does...if she does. I hope others will return...this is exactly what happened to the old thread.)

Alot was going on at sea.

Serry had just teleported onto the deck of the RotenDraken by one of the Weapons in his camp. He despised the feeling, but it was necessary at times. "I will take it from here," he barked at Jaques before the man could open his mouth. He looked out at the Island. very little was left of Unsincher. The sage hall was in ruins, the town next to it almost entirely empty of life, as the refugees were all taking their chances at sea. The volcano was almost gone. large boulders, previously the mountain face, were scattered all around the the Island, One of them inches from hitting the guarded teleport spot in the ruined hall, others peircing the roofs of buildings or laying on the sea shelf. At least ten ships of the Imperial fleet were lost to this one instance. And a storm was beginning to brew above them.

Shaking with rage, Serry turned around to face Jaques. " I thought I told you to do as little damage as possible. Now this entire island is useless." He turned away, adding "Perhaps we can salvage it." He shot a signal to one of the weapons, and his voice was amplified so he could address the remaining of the fleet captains. "We will colonize the island as usual. The weapons will teleport men onto what remains of the island to round up the survivors, feed them, and offer them the usual Oaths. Any Weavers found among the ruins will be captured and housed in the old hall until I or a representative of the Hall of Magic can Arrive there. Half the crew of each ship will remain on deck to cut off the ones swimming toward the main land. Weopons will push the coming storms out of the way." Those operations would take tremendous effort. The men would need a break. "After all this is carried out, you may relax for the rest of the day, unless your captain has other plans."

Serry turned toward the Mainland, motioning for the Weapon holding the Weave on his voice to raise the volume more. He addressed the rescue crews from Sandares. "I will give you one hour to return to you home dock. This Island, and the Waters surrounding it, is now property of the Empress. Any unregistered vessel in the waters in an hour will be taken as a military threat and attacked." Serry paused for thought, then suddenly smiled.
"And tell Salamander Smith I would like a word with him as soon as possible. Same place as last time."

Yue paced back and forth, not sure as to what to do, then it hit her, "Could they be planning to take hold of the island under their control?!" She looked into the distance as she saw that the ships were dividing, some heading towards the island. "Oh, goats horns! Offensive feats, I want two thirds to follow me now! We need to make sure that our waters are free of the enemy."

Once Yue herself was aboard the head vessel, Scarlet Crest, and all others were ready to sail. Yue took a deep breath and swing her blade behind all the vessels, summoning strong waves and winds to set them off. Other maneuvers followed and made all the vessels moved in high speeds. Yue left her spot for the maneuver handlers and went to the head. They were catching up, and enemy ships took notice. It's better to make sure that the island is kept safe, even in ruins.

"Six vessels including the one I'm on. Our numbers may be at loss compared to the enemies but unfortunate for them. I'm here." Pointing her blade at the sea in front of her she gradually heads at the sky. Slowly muttering something, focusing and cold sweat dripping on her skin, she conjures up gray skies and it grew darker and darker in the distance. High winds forced the water to rock the enemy fleets and blew them in the direction where they were first seen and creep from.

"I want the three fleets behind to stay here and what for enemy movements and await for my further commands. I want the other two and this ship to head for the island where the enemy is near. Set forth!" The winds from the storm helped the maneuvers heads towards the island at rapid speeds, no longer than fifteen minutes would they be close enough to the enemies fleet's attack, and her own.

Yue thought for a moment before she called off the storm. She looked back at the other ships and than back at the enemy. "Stop moving!" The ships stop moving and the crew glanced at the Sage as she prepared to yelp another command. "I will be back." With this, Yue jumped into the water and turned into her third form and fluidly made her way on board to enemy ships.

The captain that had threaten and offered a war counsel held in his awe or shock well and Yue passed by the defense of his crew in her water form and turned back into her human form... partially. "Let's talk here and now than. You cannot harm me as I am now, so call off your people." The enemy had surrounded her when she materialized into her human form and now she was feeling very unwelcome and being treated rudely as a guest. She took one of the people's weaponry and stabbed herself in the gut, but it only went through her and splashed a puddle of water which vaporized and formed back in her gut.