[center][h2]Thoris, The Ocean Shore[/h2]
[sub]I still don't like your friend..[/sub][/center]


"First of all," The woman said calmly, shifting the bottom of her stick against the sand, "MY NAME IS GREZOLA!!!" Wow! Neither Lark or Jenso got it right? What the hell was he thinking though? God-ZILLA? "Second of all, I'M THE ONE WHO SAW THE PROPHECY, AND SHE~EE WASN'T IN IT!" She stressed, pointing at Ainra was she hung on the word 'She' for a second or two. "But, I suppose it can't be helped. Whatever! Whateeeevver! You need to know how the map of fates works? That's easy!" Grezola turned to the ocean and rose her stick. "You merely need to read it!"

...Wow...

[center][h2]Krunk-Mobile, Prisoner Bay[/h2]
[sub]Arriving on site~~~[/sub][/center]

One after another, the Krunklets were filled with an ever-growing feeling of shame as they were used as mere foot-holds by the escaped Red-mage. Dr. Krink began steaming with rage. "ALL KRUNKLETS, PROCEED TO THE HOLDING ROOM POST-HASTE!"

[i]*BING*~*BONG*[/i]

[b]"Attention all passengers! The Krunk-mobile will be pulling into Lord Krunk's driveway momentarily! Please fasten your seatbelts or whatever-the-heck you're using to brace yourselves for the arrival, Thank~~~You~~~!"[/b]

[i]*BING*~*BONG*[/i]

...So anyways, in the Holding room...

Zerraf was met with an even larger array of tied up prisoners, some not even captured in Newjinsland, and others who weren't even human! What could the Krunk Legion possibly want with these people? Hell, did Zerraf even know he was aboard a Krunk-Legion vessel? Did he even CARE? Probably not, nobody ever cares about the Krunk legion. It's probably the main reason as to why they're such assholes.