Sorry for double post. Inconvenient.

By the way: Blue = Vincent, Red = Paul.

Vincent, Paul, Loretta and James admired the boat they had built. Despite all their skills, it had taken months.

"Finally!" Vincent said. "We get to leave this piece of rock!"

"It's not a 'piece of rock'," Paul said. "It's our home, too! But we do get to leave it now."

"Whatever," Vincent shot back. "Anyway.....The wind appears to be going in the right direction. It's about four nautical miles to the mainland if I'm correct. At least, it should take a few hours to get there; assuming the wind doesn't betray us. We'll need to get our stuff and say goodbye then. After that, it's all ours."

The four teens went in their respective directions. Vincent was soon back at his house. As usual, nobody was home. They knew he would be leaving though; he scribbled a note and left it on the table.

He went up to his room. It was fairly packed in with his personal library. He'd have to leave most of it behind. He carefully picked out a few of them and stuffed them into a sack. He also took a knife from the shelf and tucked it into his belt. He stuffed a loaf of bread into his sack, and was on his way back.

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Hmm.... Four magic users and two physical. Hmmmm...

Paul walked slowly to his house. He was greeted by his mother.

"Are you sure you'll be okay dear?" She asked. She asked that a lot.

"I'm fine, Momma," Paul answered. "If I can't beat something, I'll bet Vincent can."

"But..."

"And Loretta. Another good magic user."

His mother sighed. "You're right. But I'm still worried. There are things even magic can't defend you from."

"Momma, I am FINE," Paul protested. "I know there's a war. If we get caught up in it, it's not because we left. They would have come and gotten us anyway. Besides, who wants to spend they're whole life here?"

"....Off you go then. I've already packed your things for you."

Paul carefully opened his bag. A loaf of bread, a hunk of cheese. A lump of soap even.

"And, here," she said. She took the family sword down from the mantle. Paul's eyes widened.

"Your father died with this sword so we could live here," she said. "I hope you do not meet the same fate."

Paul took the blade carefully. He'd used it many times before, but knew it was never really his. Now it was.

"I'll take care of it. And it will take care of me," he said.

"Goodbye son," his mother said, a tear streaming down her eye as she hugged her son.

"Goodbye Momma," he answered, and went out the door.

((You might have to edit that post of yours. Nobody knows Isaac or Leo yet. Also, thanks for letting me join. I was thinking of making a similar roleplay or fanfic once Team Midnight was over.))

A fit young man with black spiky long hair down his black pulled the giant weeds from outside the front lawn of a small forest hut. This mystical hidden place lay deep inside the forest of the island. As the sun beat down on the shirtless lad, he tossed the weed away, looking up at the sun as he rested his arm upon his head to shade his eyes. He soon wiped it away as the sweat followed, continuing to do his chores.

Inside the hut, there was a giant old man resting in a rocking chair. He snoozed and snored like there was no tomorrow, until suddenly his routine of snoring stopped. He woke up in freight, grumbling almost gibberish until he quickly calmed down. He was in a cold sweat. His face serious, as serious as you can get, he quickly called his grandson, Isaac, inside.

Isaac, now dressed and fitted with his green and yellow Summoner Garments, stood in front of his old grandad, poised and ready for anything. “What is it, Pop? Not more chores, is it?” Isaac gave a tired drop of his arms.

“No, Isaac. I’ve brought you in concerning your destiny, my lad.”

“Destiny?” Isaac stood back up firmly. Something inside Isaac sparked up. This is what he had been waiting for his whole life.

“Yes. It is now time. Just as your mother and father, you too must finally leave the island. Something very terrible is to happen very soon, and you, among with many others, must journey together and fight this evil that will shortly fall upon the earth. Do you understand?”

Isaac dipped his head, but courage overtook him when his grandfather asked, “…Yes,” Isaac responded.

“Isaac, I am so very proud of you. You’ve shown me much dedication, courage, and bravery over these past years, and you have completed your training. You remind me of both your dear mother and your late father, and I’m sure they’re watching over you with as much pride as I have in you. Isaac, you have memorised the scriptures passed down from our family for generations, have you not?”

“Yes, I have,” he nodded, looking down in a faded smile, “It got tough at the very end though. I’m not sure I understand it all. Bahamut, Phoenix, Leviathan…”

“Do not fear, young Isaac. You will in due time,” he took an old rod from behind his back. This rod was once used by summoners in ancient times. “Isaac, stand very still. I will unlock your sleeping power. We call this power the Will of the Summoner.”

Isaac gave a confirming hum, nervous as all heck. His grandfather placed the rod onto the head of his hair, pausing for a fraction as he closed his eyes.

“Isaac, close your eyes and listen to your heart.”

Isaac softly breathed in and out, doing just so. As he listened to his heart, he suddenly became calmer. He then felt something awaken inside him, like it was just sleeping all along. He reopened his eyes to his grandfather, they both had smiling faces, but when his grandfather started to tear up, Isaac felt sad.

“Do not frown, Isaac. I am full of joy. This day reminds me of the day I awoken the Will inside your mother. Isaac, remember all the things I have taught you. Be happy, and bring light to others around you.”

Isaac nodded with a smile, “I will, Pop. Thanks for everything. I’ll come back once my journey is over, I promise.”

With a packed bag over his shoulder, and a Summoner’s Horn branded around his head, he waved his grandfather off as his grandfather smiled back. Isaac turned to run through the forest, disappearing from his grandfather’s sight.

After Isaac was completely gone, his grandfather quietly remained, just looking out. His body was fading away. He no longer needed to stay. As a gentle wind blew through the forest, he echoed his last words. “I’ll always be watching over you, too.” He disappeared.

Jag is on vacation, and said I could god-mod him for a bit.

Yellow = Loretta until he gets back.

Loretta walked slowly back towards her house. It's odd, she thought. Seems only yesterday, I was eight years old and thought I'd never want to go. Funny how I doubled in age overnight.

She walked through the village, taking in everything there one last time. She went slowly so as to savor it.

She looked at the fishers in their boats, patiently watching their nets. She saw the shepherds in the field, tending their sheep. She saw the young children, running through the streets. She saw the tide, slowly working towards the shore. She saw the birds in the trees, chirping. She saw everything there was to see, knowing that anything else would never be quite like it.

In spite of all this, she did not notice her house rising up to meet her. It seemed to materialize right inf ront of her, where previously there was nothing.

She slowly opened the door and poked her head in.

"Shhh..." her mother said softly. "Your brothers are asleep."

Loretta nodded. She slowly crept around the corner into her room.

It was rather bare. She had fewer books to study as she would like. She had frequently borrowed from Vincent. She scooped them all up and put them into a bag.

I have just noticed something. Each and every one of us was given a physical weapon, or in Isaac's case, mystical ancient powers right before leaving.

In my defense, Vincent did not ask for his. He technically stole it.

Loretta went back outside with her mother. She felt a sudden emptiness. She didn't want to go now. She knew that if she wanted to continue her studies, she would have to go. There was no denying it. Yet, inside, she wasn't sure it was worth it.

"I guess this is it then, isn't it?" Loretta said at length. There wasn't much to say.

"Yes," her mother replied. "I miss you already. Did you pack enough to eat?"

"I did, Mom," she sighed. "I can take care of myself, you know."

"I know," she replied. "Someday, perhaps you'll be where I am. Then you'll know how I feel."

Maybe, she thought.

"Off you go then," her mother said. "There's not really anything else I can do."

They hugged one last time, and Loretta walked back to the boat.

Then you'll know how I feel, she thought.

((Sigh, there is such a thing called interaction. Fine, I'll do it.))

Vincent and all the others met up with Isaac not too long ago after he waited. Not ever seeing Isaac before on the island, he exclaimed he lived and trained deep in the forest for this very moment and asked if he could come along, and after some words, they shortly agreed to let him join and board their ship.

Once everybody was ready to leave, they pulled the rope in and set the sail up. Straight away, the wind caught it and pulled them sailing courageously out to sea. Many islanders waved them off as they disappeared into the beautiful horizon. What danger awaited them across the sea? Nobody knew.

Moments later, when the island was not anymore in view, they decided to snack. Walking around the ship, they found a stowaway. A small child who was sleeping under a red and white feathered hat. This was Leo, the lone elf.

Tah-dah~

Thank you!

"Well," Vincent started. "It IS a bit startling to have an Elf aboard this unexpectedly. But, still, a Red Mage IS appreciated. I don't think any of us know any White Magic."

I'm going to keep an eye on him though, he thought to himself. Never can be too careful.


Meanwhile.....

Introducing The Big Bad number 1:

Name: King Deladrios
Age: 1,342
Gender: Male
Appearance: This guy plus pointy ears

History: Not much is known about the Elf King, except that he is one of the most powerful Geomancers in the world. He somehow possesses the Earth Orb, adding to that power.

Personality: Deladrios is kind towards Elves, but is hostile towards most others. Is unkind even to his elves if they tip him off. In short, he's a mean and unhappy person.

Race: Elf
Class: Geomancer
Generic capability: 10

Other: Black = Deladrios. Also, he tends to use a wide variety of classes, but prefers magic-users. ESPECIALLY Geomancers when he can get them.


"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T FIND IT!?!"

"I-I-we-we're trying our best, Sire," the poor elf sputtered. The king's rage could terrify even the bravest, himself included. "Our magi are searching everywhere! We'll find it soon enough."

"Your best is not good enough. You Blue Magi are worthless," the king continued to rant.

The Blue Mage in question was shocked. He dared not try and counter though; Deladrios was angry enough. "We'll double our efforts! We'll find them soon enough!"

"You had better," Deladrios answered. "Or the order of Blue Magi will rue this day."

"I understand, Sire," the mage replied. He turned and left.

What item is wanted? Three guesses!

"I dunno, guys..." Isaac whispered to the others, "You can't exactly judge anyone by appearance..."

This elf, however, was as short as his temper. "Shut up!!" he blew up, after quietly sitting in the corner, as they were talking amongst themselves. He had enough.

"Okay, okay. I'll talk! You see, I hate your pitiful island you call a home! Too many bad memories! The harassment, the exclusion, the humiliation!! I had to get off it somehow, and I was desperate, and all the other boats were the fishing ones! And hell if I knew how to drive a freakin' boat. Listen, don't worry. I don't like you, and by the end of my little speech, you won't like me either. As soon as we hit the mainland, I'm outta here! So kindly avoid talking to me until then, and I'm sure we can peacefully avoid any conversing or hassle whatsoever. Do I make myself clear? Okay, good. Also, if any of you such as make a smartass remark on my size, expect to be swimmin' with the fishes!!"

He swang around as his red cape followed, his back now to the travellers. He bluntly looked down at the water below, "Aaaand my name's Leo. But I expect nobody cares about that."

What's that Jimmy? "King Soren"? Come on, help an uncultured swine out.

"Ah well," Vincent sighed. "I had hoped we might be able to assist you further."

Hehe, he says we wouldn't like him, he thought. I think I have a soul mate here. He can get a point across. He isn't afraid to. And he can back it up too. The very sort of guy you want on your side in a fight. He paused his inner monologue.

I don't think there's anything to worry about though. If he starts to like us, all the better. If not, it's five against one. There's no harm in him being here if nobody does anything stupid. He sat back and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile....

Introducing Big Bad number 2!

Name: King Dareck
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Appearance: This guy

History: Dareck was a simple foot soldier in the previous king's army. It was eventually discovered, much to his surprise, he was really supposed to be the ruling king. He has been doing so for twenty years now.

Personality: King Dareck is benevolent, but uncooperative. He tries to do what is best for his people; sadly, this is not always what he thinks it is.

Race: Human
Class: Knight
Generic capability: 5
Other: Green = Dareck. He is currently trying to swell his army so as to better defend against the Elves; in particular, he is looking for magic users of all sorts.

"What do we have so far this month, captain?"

"Well, Sire," the captain started, "We've gathered an extra hundred swords, give or take. We've also hired two mercenaries; a Black Mage and a Red Mage. Both very powerful, or so they say."

"Keep looking for magic-users, then. Try and find some sea-faring folk as well; we need an arm on the ocean. It is also imperative that we find archers; we seem to be rather short on them since our last battle," he commanded. "Especially find Blue Mages, If we can take the enemy's magic, all the better."

"I'm not sure blue magic works that way, milord, but I will search for them none the less." He bowed and left the room.

We have established our two main monarchs. Both are searching for something.

Why does that sound so typical?

An elf? Well stranger things have happended. I guess. He is so short. Shorty. Shorty-poo, Shortcakes, Mini. This red mage I'll have to watch. White Magic is different to me.
Loretta could have gone on for ages thinking of names for the litte elf. He didn't seem amusing. Which made it all better. She didn't want a smile to give it away.

(I'm back...totally Jet Lagged though. Sorry for short post it is 3:21 here. Anyway who is this red mage?)

As the Red Mage grumbled away to himself, Isaac gave a quiet chuckle and left to lean over the railing by Jimmy, looking out to the horizon.

"We're sure away a ways from the island now..." Isaac murmured, frowning, "I'm kinda homesick already... I hope Pop's doing okay..."

Suddenly, the boat bashed into something and the great tremor made Isaac fall to the deck. The whole ship then suddenly stopped, and then, got yanked slightly back and towards the water. Suddenly, a giant squid-like monster emerged grasping the ship with its eight large tentacles from underneath the ship and onto the deck. It was ready to pull the ship under.

Isaac gasped, quickly scurrying to his feet.

((I think this roleplay called for it, the first boss battle in our epic saga! Up to you, Nightmare. Make this a group effort so anyone gets a shot at attacking it. </battle music>))

Ack! Kraken!

"Aaww great...." Vincent muttered. "Glad to be me today. Lightning!" He held his hands out as the bolts shot from his hands toward the squid. It roared in pain as they surged through, with Paul's sword accompanying them.(Think Force-Lightning.)

"Lightning! Lightning! Lightning again!" He was getting tired; this thing was tough.

Magic users! Start! Your! Castings!

And stabbings as the case may be!

Isaac watched as three of his friends tried desperately to defeat this monster. Isaac clenched a fist in front of him, "Okay then, this is my Will... Remora!!" Isaac ran into the fray and slid into the middle of the deck and between the tentacles. He closed his eyes in urge and outstretched his arms into the air, several blue orbs with symbols formed into the sky, twisting and landing imbedded into the ship in a circle around Isaac.

Suddenly, several mystical piranha flashed and jumped from the water and chopped into the squid-beast, constricting it from attacking his friends. Isaac watched from the sidelines and jumped back, "Let's finish it!"

Leo looked up, tilting his red hat upward in curiosity, watching the performance the humans were conducting, quite notably the former Black Mage. Leo stood up in a silent sigh, "Okay, I guess I'll help out... Just this once..."

Leo jumped beside Vincent, "Watch this for size!!!"

Suddenly, Leo pushed his arms and hands in a constricting and forceful manner, yelling out, "Thundara! Thundara!!" Two second most powerful thunder spells cast and landed onto the beast accurately. Leo's clothing and cape were shot upward as a power surged through his body, slowly floating to the ground as he took a breath before taking another shot, "Thundara! Thundara!!"

((That's the most power you can get out of Leo. Red Mages can only learn the second-most powerful spells, so Leo won't be able to learn Thundaga later on like Vincent will. Still, Leo has a good shot because Red Mages can double cast. http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Final_Fantasy_V_Jobs, if you guys wanna check it out and your jobs. It's a pretty cool site.))

Ahh. Good idea. I was just making stuff up as I went.

Vincent stared with wide eyes as Leo started casting. Second level spells? of COURSE! Why didn't I think of that!

Not about to be out done, he started casting his own spells:

"Poison! Break! Thundara!"

As the spells sank in and the lightning bolts came, Vincent smiled and admired his work.

Gotta go now.

((Nightmare, bosses don't usually get petrified. If you don't know what the spell does, don't use them at all.))

The beast groaned and moaned with each of Vincent and Leo's thunder strikes, furiously throwing its tentacles about the ship's deck.

Leo got knocked away by one of them, flying a distance away backwards and colliding into a board, finally smacking down to the deck.

Isaac ran over to help him up. It looked like Leo was grazed a fair bit.

Leo growled as he looked up at the beast, cursing his name.

As Vincent's shot a misguided lightning strike at a weak spot, its one giant eye opened revealing its greatest weakness of all.

"There! You see it?! One of you speedy-speed your way around those arms of his and thrust your blade into it!!"

((I'll let Jimmy or Loretta handle the finishing blow because they're quicker than what everyone else is.))

"Nice one, Jimmy!" Isaac cheered, giving a smile and a thumbs up. Thankfully, they had escaped danger, for now.

Leo grunted, placing his hands onto his stomach. He used Cure as a light green gently healed his wounds and he went down to sit by the water, "You guys were lucky I was around..." he muttered to himself.

The boat began to pick up wind again and it sailed back on course.

((By the way, Happy Late Birthday, Nightmare, hope you hope a good one. ))

I know that; Vincent doesn't.

And thank you!

Vincent sat down with a sigh, taking deep breaths. That had been tiring; he wasn't sure if he could even keep awake.

"Remind me ... Paul, to find .... a White Mage ..... When we hit the mainland," he gasped.

Especially considering how much mana that used, he thought. I have got to learn Osmose some time. I hope there's a library somewhere.

"What about this spike?" Paul asked. "Could I see it?"

James handed him the horn carefully. He looked at it carefully. "This looks like it might fetch a shiny penny. Let's hold on to it for now," he declared as he gave it back to James. Then he took a cloth out and wiped of his sword, and sheathed it. He looked around him. The boat appeared to be okay, though the sail was torn on the edge. Beyond that, it apparently came out unscathed.

"All's well that ends well, I suppose," he said to himself, and laid down on the deck.

Buh bye.

Don't let this die! Please?

This is what, five now that I've got?

Name: Joro
Age: Young; exact number is unsure
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://i31.tinypic.com/2us8riu.png

History: Joro's past is hard to tell; his own accounts are very unreliable. He claims to have come from the sky, and refers to his "mount", "Clair", supposedly a cloud, as the one who brought him down to earth. Kind of.

Personality: Has a (very) short attention span, and is also slightly insane. He tends to mimic anything nearby at regular intervals, if you can call anything about him regular.

Race: Mime
Class: Mime
Generic capability: Depends
Other: Yellow = Joro. Why yes, that IS a gunblade he's holding in his left hand. And yes, he will be using it and the whip. And no, the other characters aren't supposed to know what it is.

Paul leaned over the side of the boat. He always seemed to get seasick on these journeys, and the odd fish thing hadn't helped any.

He saw something big and dark colored dart down under.

What was that!? he thought. "Hey guys! I think there's something else in the water!" he shouted.

The dark thing seemed to grow as everybody ran over to the side. Then it started to lighten; it was not a fish.

It was a little kid.

He swam up towards them for all he was worth. Paul reached down towards him; he was just within reach. He grabbed his arm, and heaved him on deck.

"Ack! Faugh, hoy!" he said, spitting out water.

"Well that's the last time I try to mimic YOU, mister fish!" he shouted indignantly. He looked around at the people on the boat.

"Oh, hi!" he said.

Vincent frowned at the young boy. What a loon, he thought. Here he nearly drowned, and that's what he says!? 'Hi'? Whatever happened to thank you!?

"Who are you, and what're you doing in there?" he asked.

"My name is Joro! I was um... uh...." he trailed off as his head tilted up towards the sky. He suddenly spurted, "Lookit THAT one!"

Vincent turned to the others as Joro started jabbering.

"What do y'all say then," he said. "What do we do? I say we throw him back."

"Now Vincent!" Paul chastised. "You should know better than that. The LEAST we could do is get him back to shore. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he doesn't deserve that!"

Yes, he IS important to the storyline. Give an opinion anyway.