This is the formation of the Party! If you don't understand now you will see soon! Hope you like the third installment!

Chapter 3

Octal arrived in the tiny room, if that is what it even deserved to be called, and waited for the "others." Today was the day he would get to meet them. This, Lavina, was a secretive woman, but his Elvaan intuition told him that she would not keep them waiting too long to exact whatever plan she had. He had been through so much since she took him away from his beloved San D'Oria and he hated her for it. He wanted to kill her immediately, but remembered what his older sister, whom Lavina killed, had taught him. Now was not the time to attack. Not alone at least. He would have to see who the "others" were and if he did not have to fight them and win to save his own life, he might recruit them into a party that could escape from this cursed field.

He knew neither where he was nor why he was there. Deep down he knew the only was out was through his death. This was an unacceptable way for an Elvaan to die. If only he had his ability levels higher while he was in school. He had been out of the academy for the warrior of San D'Oria for about four years, but he went straight to work with his sister at a weapons shop in the city. He was very fond of his skills as a warrior and longed to become an adventurer, but his sister needed gil to live and she could not get enough to survive on her own.

Suddenly, the door opened and a Mithra, small and red headed, was shoved in. Octal looked around the room quickly incase a sword was thrown in as well, but found nothing. It looked like he would have to just…talk to this "woman."

"What a wonderrrful time I am having in this place, where everrr that place may be." The cat thing could talk, that was good, she may be of some use, thought Octal.

"My name is Octal, and I am willing to get you out of here if you pledge allegiance to our party to the end."

"Well, it would seem that not all Elvaan arrre smart people," the Mithra replied. "You see, I could be one of that wench Lavina's spies, corrrect? Or maybe I am going to kill you and take yourrr valuables to aid me on my escape. But most of all you made this horrible mistake. I know your name and hold your being in my hands." The Mithra and their magic belifes; Octal could not stand it. Just as he was about to respond the door was thrust open again and a Hume male, medium build with brown hair, was chucked inside.

"Oww! Watch it pal! Why I aughta' beat you so bad you will pray to Atlanta that your mangled body could just stay on this earth and rot instead of feel the pain I have inflicted on you!" Of all the races, Octal respected Humes the most. He could immediately tell that this one, was an exception.

"Well, yelling at them can not defeat them!" Octal scolded the Hume. "We must band together to get out of here. I guess that you both have names? What are they and what schools have you been too? We must gather our strengths now."

"Oh, shut up!" the Hume yelled. "Can't you tell that we are going to get killed? I want to go out with those…things remembering me!"

"Well," the Mithra said, "I am Oaighia and I have attended the thieves guild in Windurrrst for my schooling."

"Good for you!" the Hume shouted.

"This rrratherrr rreude Elvaan is rrright," Oaighia said. "Yelling won't get us anywherrre. What is yourrr name and occupation?"

"Ugh! My name is Tevin and I am a monk, ok?" Here again the door was opened and a Hume female was thrown in. Tevin ran to go and tell at the guard, and on his way, a silence spell was put on him and the guard left laughing. He could still talk but the spell and clamed him down a little. He turned around and looked at the ground. He stood stock still. The girl on the ground was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She had blonde hair, green eyes and looked about his age, nineteen.

Octal saw this and said, "Well, milady. Welcome to our humble abode. Will you kindly tell us your name and occupation?"

"Um… I'm Irulan," the girl said. "I am a white mage."

"Excellent! We'll need one if we are thinking of escaping!" Any hopes Octal had of angering Tevin were gone in his formation for a rather good party. "We only need some offensive magic casters now." And as if the Goddess had heard his prayer, two Tarutarus, a male and a female, were thrown into the room.

"That was amazing," Oaighia exclaimed. "Hello fellow captives! Names and occupations please!" The Tarutarus apparently didn't know each other for they looked at each other to answer first. Tarutarus will answer together if acquainted. The male spoke up first.

"I am Himobimo and I am a black mage. Where are we and who are you?"

"Well, it is rudywudy to not allow me to answer too!" the female said. "I am Anatana and I too am a black mage. But really where are we?" Everyone had blank looks. No one knew where they were or why they were there together.

"All I know," Octal said, "is that we have a perfect party and we have the power to answer what ever questions we want answered." And he was right. They may be weak, but this party looked promising in desperate times.

This is really just getting everyones names and jobs…I WILL HAVE MORE THOUGH! Never fear. Next chapter will be very "ploty." So please review and tell me what is good or bad!