Casting Shadows The setting of this little thread is that you are on a small island. This small islands houses mental health patients, convicts, drug dealers, experiments, and among many of the other less perfect people who had been considered Citizens of of the countries Sashin and Listyria once upon a time. The island is set like so: A castle where the Duke of the island lives, giving jobs to many of the people living there: Is to the North of the Island, facing out to sea on all sides, with the East side which looks towards a cliff of Sashin's second district. There are coasts all around, the farm land is in the center of the island where the market booms. (All sorts of trades go in and from here.) To the South of the Island there are docks, where air-ships and normal ships come and go with cargo, and passengers. It is not hard to leave the Island, after-all, the worst they'll do is use your organs up if they catch you. There is a lot of vegetation, mostly in the form of bushes, and ground-sown crops. Now are you ready for the yummiest part of all, of our little set-up? Time for the plot! Besides war out on the seas and the main-land; there is a civil disagreement on the island. The Duke may not actually exist, at all, and people on the island have been disappearing monthly. One or two at first, but now the toll has become five or more. There are many roles to pick from, and so dear friends, let's let our minds go wild. Not all characters have to be in the same place, and hell, you can have as many as you can keep up with. ----------- Sitting at his desk, Aadun overlooked the paperwork needed to be done. It was too much, and already he had done over half of the stack. Pen in his left hand, the scruffy brunette rubbed his face, pushing his glasses up towards his forward. A groan came from him, "No, no. I did NOT study for this!" He threw his pen down to the desk, which fell not too far from him and a puddle of ink was flowing onto his desk. He pushed his gangly frame up, and away from the desk, letting his head hang (and glasses) between his arms as he stretched in his awkward position. Straightening his back, he popped it pushing his hips in with his hands, before snatching the pen up and placing it in a pot. Not proper, but Aadun didn't exactly quite care at this moment. In fact, if anything, he missed his typewriter. He ran a hand through his soft, brown hair; having bathed just the other night and already wanting another. No. He decided he needed to go to bed. His study was dark, really more of a small room off in the back of the library of the large building he helped occupy, and the light that lit up the room came from several candles. He was glad he had not been sent to Sashin, though disliked being stationed on an island off the main-land. 'Better than dealing with that knut of a general,' he griped to himself as he adjusted his brown-suspenders. His clothing was creased, but in far better shape than over half of the rest of the Island's population. Then again, it was also dusty from staying in-doors all of the damn time. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his plumped chair, far too lush for his tastes. But those did not quite matter, now did they? Nope, he had to deal with paperwork. Upon paperwork, and this was after he had gotten back from a "crusade" with the General of Lysteria. Which, if anyone bothered to ask Aadun about (and if he ever bothered to tell anyone); he'd tell them that it was just a simple running around for a good year and a half in land filled with nothing but animals, water-things, and idiotic trolls, and a retarded General sending them in circles. This was his "promotion" from college, to this. Dealing with the disgusting paperwork of crazies. He had a drink in his hand at this point, and had already passed through the library at a leisurely pace. He was now in a hallway, and instead of going to his bedroom, his feet had taken him to the entrance where the sun came in, blindingly. There were not enough windows in that place, but even then, he was almost thankful for the protection of the onslaught of the sun. He drank his water, looking out to the center of the island which was less than a fifth of a mile away. Cows were mooing, sheeps bleating, and there was even three pigs out there walking towards the coastlines, which came in closely. He cheered to no one in particular and downed his glass.