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[zenzetra]

magic hung thick and heavy in the air along with the salty mist from the ocean. many people gathered to great the newly arriving ships in the bay area.

boxes of produce and artifacts from afar began flooding into the streets and with them a stow away.

"perfect. i've reached land once more. maybe i can sneak out quietly without being seen if i play the game right." thought zenzetra as his box had hit solid planking.

'But how?" then he decided to look around and found a mantle (much like his own) which he had been laying on since his trip on the merchant ship began.

"a little cleched but effective enough" zen whispered. then he put the mantle on over his own and slowly opened the lid to his crate.

"hey wheres that box of capes we got from the last port?" shouted a man who was quickly answered by another, "thats it right there. just store it in back."

zen let himself be carried away to the "back" and when everything was quiet again he leaped out still wearing the mantle.

"strange how i always end up getting out of these situations he thought. when he opened the door to the warehouse he was emediatly aproached by a raged man in gray.

"oh good sir! i never thought i'd see YOU of all people here."

zenzetra was startled at first and then dissapointed. "damn. it's not an invisibility mantle" then he looked down at the gray man. "do i know you?"

the man bowed low and answered, "my leige."

soon after many many people were appraoching in much the same matter. it wasn't long before he had a brothel of people from all classes of life following his every step.

"listen," zenzetra started after his "followers", "i don't know who you've got me confused with but im not the person you think i am. im sure none of you even know my name!"

then as if it had been planned the entire crowd called, "Why, of course. you are zenzetra of the golden mantle."

which is when zen finnaly realized and once again became dissapointed. "damn magic..." with that he threw the mantle aside and the crowd stared in disbilief of him.

a low murmur started which was in turn followed by a roar and the crowd started to charge zen.

he had only to look once and started running for the boats. his heart racing as he cursed himself over and over. "maybe i should've hide when i took it off."

then he noticed the docks edge rushing tword him. the ships had already set sail and there was no boat to stow away in. the ocean seemed ungratefull to accept zenzetras body. "damnit! i need to thin of something fast!"

*ooc: ooooo!*

[zenzetra]

zenzetra had no time to prepare an escape plan as the edge of the bridge closed in upon him.
"this isn't over. i didn't want to do this but i dont know what else to do."

zen turned at the edge of the bridge and held his ground firmly. he drew his sword and prepared himself for the assulting crowd.

the man in front reached the tip of zen's blade and the entire crowd stopped. one of the women cried out, "look over there! it's the dog of the golden mantel!"

with that the crowd rushed in the opposite direction and carried the dog away.

zenzetra stood straight and "cleansed" his sword. then he returned it to his sheith. "i probably wouldn't have done it anyway. but i was close, i couldn't risk falling into the ocean. it's mad at me for what i did back then."

zen flicked his tail and remembered the past. nearly ten-thousand years ago. "thats the last time i remember being out to sea before my run in with that damn wizard."

zen proceeded to walk into the nearby merchants district.

L a while later 7

zenzetra smelled the powerfull fragrances that washed in from the food stands. it dissapointed him as he had no money to buy the food.

"fresh hot cakes" , "poppy-lemon bread!" , "muffins! i got muffins here!", and so called the vendors as zenzetra passed them by.

finnaly zen reached the edge and came to the weapons shops. he saw the lines, rows, and collums of weapons and thought about his final battle with the wizard.

he sat down on a bench and wondered if he would see his friends. he realized it was close to imposible for his old friends to be alive.

"i could track down there decendants. maybe they can consule me."

he stood up and headed for the docks. he decided to take a boat back to the S.E.A. corps head-quarters.

*ooc: it's almost time for *drum roll* P.C. interaction!*

[Kusanagi Evets Kelemvor]

Odder things in this world have happened but to Zens good luck or extreme misfortune, there was a Corps ship at the port right now. The Atlantis was docked at Port 4 loading up supplies. Temporary officer in charge of the ship till he got her back to the HQ was Kusanagi Kelemvor. Infact looking at him you would not think of him as a captain or anyone in charge of anything due to his torn clothes and the fact he was working along with the other member of the crew. Not paying any attn to people walking up and down the docks he was using some low power levitation spells to get the cargo they had purchased onto the ship so they could return home.

[zenzetra]

zenzetra was in luck: there ahead of him was the great blue flag of the S.E.A. corps.

"speaking of saints..." he mumbled.

he ran tword the medium sized ship (avoiding the crowd of tiny-dog-worshipers) and stumbled up the gang plank.

he looked around and flicked his tail as he searched for the officer in charge. he decided the ask someone.

he steped up to a laborer and tapped him on the shoulder, "'scuse me. im looking for the leading officer. would you happen to know where i can find him?"

*ooc:... =<.<= plotholes heh)

[Kusanagi Evets Kelemvor]

Laborer: No problem. Over there. He the one who is sending crates flying across the ship. It should be easy to find him. ::quickly he goes back to work getting the crates onto the ship the manuel way since they all don't have magic.

Kusa: Levanta corsaga ::he yells as he sends another crate of supplies from the dock to it's place on the bridge.

[zenzetra]

zenzetra walked quickly over to the one the man had pointed out. "your the officer in charge?"

zenzetra seemed puzzled. "anyway. im from an earlyer division of the S.E.A. corpse. can you take me back to the main port?"

[Kusanagi Evets Kelemvor]

After sending the crate flying he looked over to the man. "Earlier division of the Corps huh. Sure i'll give you a ride back. All i ask is that you help get these crates onto the ship. We still have a few to stock."

Not waiting for his answer kusa turned back to the crate he was gettting ready to send. Raising his arms at the crate and pointing to where it shall go he yells Levanta corsaga

[zenzetra]

zenzetra decided to turn to his work he had been given.

he picked up an oversized crate (probably twice as big as he should lift) and threw it up on deck.

it slid across the planks and right up next to the outher crates.

then he took the next box and threw that up on board too. he did this about six or seven times and then went on board to stack them.