The evening sun hangs, glowing in the sky. The salty air breezes forward, through the open seas. Peaceful waves gently hit the sides of the ship; The South Wind. The passengers eagerly await tomorrow's arrival at Triniea, home of the Celestians. While under the decks more is happening then would appear. In the cafeteria songs are heard, tales are told all with eager thoughts of fortunes to be had. Many graduates of the Solonin Academy celebrate their soon arrival at the lands of Trinea.

A group of friends sit at, enjoying their meals at one table, and this, is, their story.

Aran Duskhawlk, Managin sorcerer. Eyes a light grey were no pupils can be found, white silvery hair, falling just short of his neck, were his flowing robes begin.
Normal 0 Enialis Siannodel, Half-elven cleric. Thought his elven heritage is far more prominent. His dark brown hair rests, just covering his ears, his insightful brown eye's meets his friend's.
Tavriel, Lycan Soulknife. His yellow eyes show his animalistic heritage, his black hair covers only his head. But like all he is more then meets the eye.
Kathan, kin to Tavriel. This soldier was trained to fight. Black hair covers his body, this warrior is more then his axe.
Normal 0 Breor Wraithwisper, Siren Bard. His eyes shimmer, blue like a lake, his flowing hair the same blue. His robes, clearly elven, but a deep pain can be seen in his eyes, his mind, filled with great sorrow.