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 Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 7:03 pm
Lot
Tribal
Rosa
"Okay, let's think this through," thought Lot to himself. "My options are: A. try talking to it, B. beat with stick, or C. runaway screaming like a little girl."
Lot thought about it for a moment. "AAAAAAHHHHH, RUN AWAY, RUN AWAAAAAAAY!!!!" he screamed as he ran in the opposite direction from the shadowy figure, bucket still in hand. The figure grinned as it chased after Lot.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:01 am
Remetheus
Tribal
Rosa
Sleeping Dog Inn
The small mage blearily opened one eye when Tal spoke to him, nodding sleepily as he spoke. After he had ran off somewhere, Remetheus slowly untangled himself from the covers of the bed and plodded to the small bathroom where promptly shut and locked the door as he took a hot shower.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:42 pm
Lot
Tribal
Rosa
"Ohgod ohgod ohgod ohgod," said Lot as he ran through the streets, unknowingly towards the inn. He looked back to see the creature still running after him. "Crap," he whined in fear to himself. Lot was getting tired. If this continued for much longer, the creature would catch him. Unbeknown to Lot, the inn was just around the corner. "OHGODOHGODOHGOD," He said louder.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 9:13 pm
Tal
Tribal
Rosa
City streets
With two paper bags full of Tonberry Sodas now in his possession, Tal began making his way back to the inn, trotting happily along the side of the street despite the fact that he was still exhausted. He paused when he thought he saw a bit of dark violet fur out of the corner of his eye. He turned to his right and, sure enough, walking on the other side of the road, heading in the opposite direction, was a purple-furred moogle.
He smiled and rushed across the cobblestone street, shouting "Artemicioooonn!!!"
The violet moogle turned at the sound of his name, and gave a loud "KUPO!" upon seeing Tal approach him. "Hey, kupo! What're you doing all the way here in Rosa? Shouldn't you be over at Relm for the Festival?"
"Yeah, me and the family had gone over there, but some s**t went down, and....Well, I'm headed back home now."
"Oh, okay. Well, since you're here anyway, I've got something for you, kupo!" After this statement, Artemicion reached inside the large parcel bag strapped across his shoulder, and withdrew a medium-sized brown leatherbound book. "A gift from a mutual friend of ours who happens to be in Palazzo at the time, kupo."
"Mutual friend...? Oh! You mean Stiltzkin?"
"Yep, kupo! He said you need a new one since you burned the old one so long ago."
"Oh, so it's a journal! Sweet!"
"Well, you if you had opened it to take a look, you would already know that, kupo," the small moogle teased. "Well, I've gotta go for now. Plenty more work to do. I can't wait 'till I get taken off cross-country duty. I don't like staying awake so long....See you later, kupo!"
"Okay, seeya, Artemicion!" Tal waved as his moogle friend continued on his eastward path. He glanced up at the moon for a moment, then decided he should be on his way as well. It wouldn't do to keep everyone waiting...
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Nikolas
Palazzo
Amoria
Amoria Castle, Private Quarters
What a waste of time....We could have simply done this the other way....MY way....And saved much time, energy, and money. Oh, but no, that would be too easy. Idiots...
The young man known as Nikolas was standing in a lavishly decorated suite, on the thirty-fifth floor of the castle's east tower. He hadn't moved from his current position - standing before the closed window lattice, chin buried in his left hand, left elbow cradled in the right hand - for more than thirty minutes. One could hardly tell if he was breathing.
The double windows - wide enough for four people to pass through at once, and twice as tall - could open up to a large, magnificent balcony just outside, but he chose to remain inside, simply because....well, because he wanted to. And when he wanted something, he usually got it......
....Except when it came to his superiors....
Suddenly, a knock at the doors interrupted his thoughts, and he jerked his head upwards.
"Come in..."
A soldier dressed in silver and blue armor entered the room and saluted. "Sir! Urgent news!"
"Forget about that for now. Have the new soldiers arrived yet?"
"....Er.....Yes, sir, as well as several of the newly hired mercenaries you wanted to increase our ranks."
"Good. Now, what was it you were babbling about?"
"Oh...We have news of an attack. The rebel troops have infiltrated one of the key points of the Wall. They're in the tunnels now. Shall I give the soldiers any specific orders?"
"...Yes. Gather a few of our lower ranks, as well as the new recruits, and meet me in the tunnels. I'm going down there to take care of them myself and show our little boys and girls how to do these things right....since they seem incapable of handling it on their own."
"Sir!" The soldier turned on his heel and fled the room as fast as he could. Nikolas sighed and pressed his fingertips against his forehead.
This never would have happened if they would just listen to me...Now we have to deal with idiotic patriots....Must I fix everyone's mistakes?
He shook his head from side to side, then proceeded out of the room himself, only at a slower pace than the soldier. This might turn out to be a bit fun, but he wouldn't rush....
((Everyone, PLEASE hold off from posting until I can get just a few more things straightened out. Which will be...tomorrow night. I'll post a memo in the OOC thread when everything's ready. Thank you, I much appreciate it.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:02 pm
Nikolas
Palazzo
Amoria
Thousand-Year Wall, Northeastern Tunnels
Nikolas glanced around at the small group of soldiers and gave just a slight twitching frown.
"This is it? This is all they give me? How appalling..."
He paced back and forth in front of the soldiers and sellswords lined up in formation. Oh well....It wasn't as if he really needed that many. He could probably take care of this problem by himself. Still, it never hurt.
"Very well...I'll only need a few of you. Anyone willing to fight to the death to protect Amoria, please step forward. If you don't feel as if you're up to saving the realm, or if you're squeamish, I would suggest staying back....
((Okay, It's alright to post again. Let the games continue!! Hehe...))
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 8:26 pm
Dansworth
Palazzo
Amoria
Thousand-Year Wall, Northeastern Tunnels
After watching a few of the sorry excuse for recruits claim they would make Amoria proud with the blood of her enemies, Dansworth stepped forward.
"If this is all Palazzo has to offer in the way of soldurs, than they might as well recruit children," she said with a smirk on her face.
"I swear they would not last two seconds in battle against a third rate white mage, let alone rebel invaders."
She looked at Nikolas.
"Though I'm not willing to risk my life for this God forsaken country, I am willing to kill a few 'rats' here and there. My name is Dansworth. I was hired to kill idiot rebels and I won't get paid unless I do."
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Lot
Tribal
Rosa
Lot stopped unable to run any more.
"Damn, I can't continue," he thought to himself."Looks like I'm going to have to fight.
He turned to face the creature as it stepped into the lamplight. The light revealed a middle aged and out of breath man holding a rod.
"You dropped this," said the man as he showed the rod to Lot.
"Oh, that's mine, sorry for the trouble,"
he said laughing embarrassed as his stupid decision. "I thought a goblin had snuck into the city or something."
Lot took hi rod back and paid the man 5 gil for his trouble.
"Now all I have to do is return this hat,"
he thought to himself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 8:12 pm
Nikolas
Palazzo
Amoria
Thousand-Year Wall, Northeastern Tunnels
The young man's face twitched into a distorted, cruel smile when he saw the woman?...man?...woman....step forward and flaunt a level of arrogance that might even rival his own....maybe. After a few other soldiers stepped forward, he glanced back at Dansworth.
"I admire your attitude. For that, you'll come with me. We'll be taking the easternmost series of tunnels, heading toward the Eastern expanse. The rest of you..." here he swept his eyes over the other soldiers. "...May take the tunnel on the right, since you seem to be in a hestitant mood today. You'll have less chance of running into any threats that way," he finished with a glare of contempt.
He then swiftly turned to his left and, seeming to glide along the tunnel's dimly illuminated floor, headed toward the tunnel opening on the left. He paused only to turn to Dansworth with a bittersweet smile smooth and seductive enough to make even the most innocent schoolgirl blush.
"Coming, my dear?" he chimed in a soft, sing-song tone completely different from that he had just used to scold the soldiers. He then turned smoothly back around on a dime, brushed a hand through his scarlet hair, and continued on his way.
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Tal
Tribal
Rosa
City Streets
Upon approaching the inn once again, Tal noticed the mage boy from earlier walking down the street, Remetheus' hat still in his possession.
"Hey, man. You tryin' to find my little Black Mage buddy? He should still be up in the room at the inn. Why don't you swing by and drop off the hat? You could hang out and chill with us for a while too, if you want."
He shifted the bags full of Tonberry Cola to his right hand and sighed. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten so much....Oh well, at least they had extra now.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 9:40 pm
Fals
Palazzo
Amoria
Thousand-Year Wall, ???
The moogle huffed as he was chased by 'rebel' soldiers. He was lucky that the soldiers that were chasing him weren't that fast or he would've been done for. Unfortunately, he wasn't that fast either and they would catch up to him as soon as he slowed down.
"Come back here!", one of the men chasing him shouted. Idiot. Didn't he know the meaning of stealth? The others were just as stupid, their voices now joining the ruckus. As if he would comply to running back to pointy implements of war which would most likely kill him.
"Why don't y'all just up and die, ya freakin' unholy bastards! You'd be doin' everyone a favour by letting 'em not see yer face anymore! Shouldn't y'all have a licence for bein' that ugly!", He yelled back at them, trying to make as much noise as possible. "All of ya have a face only a mother could possibly love! Unfortunately, she hates it too! And that's sayin' a lot 'cause yer all the b*****d children of malboros!"
The men following him cried in outrage and cursed at him vehemently. Fals wasn't sure how many there were, he didn't exactly have the time to look back and see. He hoped someone would hear the noise soon. He was running out of breath. The stupid idiots thought he was a lookout or something.
One moment he was just sitting there, reading a book, all warm and cozy with a lantern, trying to relax and they appear out of nowhere, proceeded to yell then chase him because they thought he was a lookout for Amoria. Damn them. He had no choice but to leave behind his book and lantern. At least he still had his rucksack.
Suddenly, the moogle tripped over his shirt, his face hitting the ground. Muttering curses, he immediately stood right back up and began running again, the soldiers now catching up to him. He liked his shirt, he really did. It was light blue, that certain hue he liked. While it was far too large and covered his entire body, and was somewhat worn out, he still liked it. It was made out of one of the kind of fabric that he loved. Soft and thick. There were times though that he absolutely detested it for being too big. Like right now.
"Come on, you repulsive idiots! What's the matter? Can't keep up with one small moogle?"
Fals rolled his eyes as he continued running, the cursing behind him growing in volume.
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Remetheus
Tribal
Rosa
Sleeping Dog Inn
Remetheus looked content as he exited the bathroom fully clothed and dry. He fingered the ornate necklace on his neck as he plopped back down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He really wished he had his hat back right now. He felt awkward without something hiding his face.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 11:44 pm
Nikolas
Palazzo
Amoria
Thousand-Year Wall, Northeastern Tunnels
Nikolas stopped in his tracks upon hearing the clamor of voices and heavy, rapid footsteps. It was coming from the left tunnel.
Now what could that be? Surely they haven't gotten this far already...? Ah well, we'll just have to see....
He pointed to a small cluster of soldiers who were detached from the main group, hestitant about following the previously issued orders.
"You there, go investigate the cause of this ruckus immediately. Hurry back with information....if you can."
That last part made some of them shiver with fear, but they all saluted him and headed off without a word. If they didn't come back, he would know if it truly was the rebels. And he would be impressed. Just a little...
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 2:16 am
Serge Alirian
Tribal
Sleeping Forest
Canopies of leaves rustled quiet above the thick forest. It was dim and very little light passed through the upper layer. Serge had wandered aimlessly through the Sleeping Forest from his departure in Rosa, already, he has lost himself due to his lack of direction. A member of the Cartographer's Guild had sold him a detialed map of Tribal and yet, difficulties arised at first glance. In an attempt to be professional, Serge dismissed himself from the friendly Moogle with asking for assistance.
"Next time, I ask for directions... I should have hired a Chocobo." he muttered to himself silently as he strolled deeper into the forest, trees growing thicker by the meter.
Fiends were indeed a common sight within the forest branches, lurking and waiting for an opportunity that best suits them. A large bush besides Serge was disturbed and caught his undivided attention. Crap! This place creeps me out. Creeping close to the bush, he prodded to vegetation in hopes of scareing what ever was inside it.
For a couple of seconds, nothing seemed to stir within so Serge concluded that nothing was present, that was until a low growling echoed through its leaves.
"Uhoh... Run! Without a second glance, he hurled himself away and drastically ran, unknown of the path taken. Deeper and deeper, he passed familiar trees, unknown spots and out of the forest borders.
"Well that could have been worse." he spoke, rather surprised with the outcome. "I'd best get to Gabbiani." Patting the dirt on his trousers, he set course for Gabbiani.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 3:17 am
Fals
Palazzo
Amoria
Thousand-Year Wall, ??? ---> Thousand-Year Wall, Northeastern Tunnels
The moonlight illuminating the path, Fals continued to run. His ears flicked as he heard a new sound coming from his front. Hopefully they would help him. The moogle continued to flee from his pursuers as the figures in front of him grew clearer.
He noted that they were soldiers from Amoria. He also noticed that they were extremely nervous and swung their weapons at him almost immediately as he approached them. Dodging their clumsy swings, he passed right by them ignored as they were now distracted by the sight of rebel troops coming for them.
Risking a look back, he saw that they were now fighting, with the Amorian soldiers outnumbered. Some of the rebels seemed to have taken his insults personally as a number of them continued chasing after him. Muttering under his breathe a wide vocabulary of expletives questioning the rebels' species, their sexual habits and that of their parents and whether or not their parents were siblings, if the rebels' cranium had been physically injured multiple times when they were young as well as the general state of their fertility, he ran faster until he came upon some people which looked military.
Without pausing, he hid behind a nearby redhead as the soldiers behind him continued following him.
"Help!", He cried, all hints of his distinct accent gone, trying to act like a weak distressed moogle as possible.
"Kupo!", Fals added for good measure.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 9:07 am
Dansworth
Palazzo
Amoria
Thousand-Year Wall, Northeastern Tunnels
"I'm guessing he frequents the red light district alot," thought Dansworth.
"Fine, I'll look into it," she replied to Nikolas's command. she turned to see a Moogle wearing a shirt running toward her.
"Aw, cute," she thought to herself. She looked behind Fals to see rebel solders chasing it. Dansworth Stepped in front of the moogle.
"What kind of tiny, pathetic excuse of a man would go after a cute, fluffy creature for fun?" she said as she took out her rapier.
Before the rebels could react, Dansworth lunged forth and stabbed the closest rebel in the neck.
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Lot
Tribal
Rosa
"Yeah, that would be good," said Lot. "I still have to return the hat,"
He took out the hat and started spinning it around his finger really quickly. "I'm Lot, by the way," said Lot absent mindedly.
He had found, though trial and error that spinning a piece of clothing was one of the fastest ways to dry it. "It should be okay by the time we reach their room," he thought to himself.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 4:32 pm
Nikolas
Palazzo
Amoria
Thousand-Year Wall, Northeastern Tunnels
And just like that, the line was broken. The rebels charged into the tunnel causeway, unhindered by any of the cowardly Amorian soldiers - all of which were apparently dead now.
Well, there goes the neighborhood...
Ignoring the moogle for the moment, Nikolas focused on the rebel soldiers. He tried to count them, but they were all moving around too damn much for him to fully concentrate on their numbers. He counted seven of them, before giving up and deciding to just kill them all without worrying about it.
As Dansworth had already initiated her own part in the battle, he decided to refrain from giving any more orders for the moment. She should be able to take care of herself, although one of the rebels was attempting to sneak up on her and attack from the side with his shortsword. He focused on three rebels huddled together. If he attacked the one in the middle, the spell would branch out and hit the other two in the aftermath. Easy as pie.
He closed his eyes - truly an arrogant thing to do in the middle of a heated battle - and focused upon the magic within him, calling on his own personal power. He gathered it, charged it, allowed it to manifest itself as a glowing scarlet sphere of visible energy within his left hand...Then, opening his eyes again, stretched his arm out towards the three soldiers, and uttered one word with just a touch of vehemence: "Fire."
All of this takes quite a while to put down in words, but the actual event of the spell took place in a mere instant. The red-orange glow of the Fire sphere soared towards the targeted soldier at such a speed one would think impossible. Upon contact with the man's chest, the ball erupted into a small explosion, which spread out and collided with the surrounding two soldiers. The rebels went flying a short distance; two in each direction and the middle one straight back, knocking into the tunnel wall. The collision caused a bit of dust to shake loose from the stone wall, but nothing more.
He smiled, delighted at the small bit of destruction he had caused, but he had no time to celebrate. Another soldier was already charging to him, yelling profanities in an unintelligible string of bad grammar befitting a small child rather than a full-grown man. Nikolas shook his head and quickly withdrew his petite staff from the long, billowing sleeve of his robe, and thrust it out in a straight line before the man. Not able to stop in time, the rebel soldier got the wind knocked out of him before vaulting over the staff - a result of the momentum of his run, and the blow - and flying through the air, headed for a crash landing on top of the small moogle.
((Haha....Yes, I will be controlling some of the soldiers, mostly the ones fighting y'all, just so we're RP'ing with each other, not just ourselves. XD))
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Tal
Tribal
Rosa
City Streets ---> Sleeping Dog Inn
"Okay then, Lot!" Tal said cheerfully before turning and heading into the inn. After the long journey up the staircase - AGAIN - he got a bit of swing back in his step as he headed for their room, with Lot following behind him. He opened the door, cursing himself for forgetting to lock it after he left, and kicked it in too far again, pronouncing:
"HEY, EVERYBODY! I'm BACK!!! And I got Tonberry Cola!"
He carefully plopped the bags down onto the floor before popping his neck and giving a sigh of relief. Now everything was taken care of....He just had to take a shower, wait for dinner, and explain some things to his companions....
"Oh yeah, and guess who I ran into outside? Mr. beer-spill from earlier," he said with a chuckle. He then turned to his young Black Mage companion. He had apparently taken his word and gotten himself a shower. That was good, now he didn't have to wait on anyone. "Hey, little man! Bet you're glad to see this again, eh?" he said with a smile, pointing his right thumb to the hat Lot held in his hand.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 6:23 pm
Fals
Palazzo
Amoria
Thousand-Year Wall, Northeastern Tunnels
It was chaotic as the rebel soldiers poured into battlefield, most of them now ignoring him in favor of fighting the Amorian troops. Unfortunately, the Amorian soldiers were quite useless and were immediately dispatched.
Fals looked around, trying to find a way out but found most of them blocked by the enemy. Ducking to avoid an awkward swing by an overzealous Amoiran fighter, who was incapacitated moments later, he struggled to find a strong fighter to hide behind.
As the moogle turned, trying to get a better view of the area, he took sight of the redhead and a body flying towards him and managed to move his body to avoid it as it crashed into the ground. His shirt wasn't as lucky, part of it trapped underneath the heavy weight of the man. The rebel shook his head and sat upright, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
Taking his chance while the rebel soldier was still disoriented from his sudden acquaintance with the ground, Fals took out his flute from the rucksack with one quick move and thwacked the rebel with it in another, causing the enemy to groan and scamper away from him, releasing his shirt.
He looked for the redhead again, deciding that he was sufficiently strong enough to protect himself and one little moogle hiding behind him if what he just did was any indication.
A string of unintelligible curses near him caused said moogle to look at the source of the sound, which was the rebel he hit earlier. It seemed like he had gotten hold of his bearings and was now cursing at him as he headed straight for him in an awkward gait.
Raising a hypothetical eyebrow, the moogle placed his flute up to his mouth and played a string of notes. It gained physical form as a musical staff and accelerated towards the rebel, hitting him straight in the stomach.
Not bothering to find out what happened to the rebel who was most likely unconscious by now or at least severely injured and out of breath, Fals ran towards the redhead holding a staff, intending to make him shield him.
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Remetheus
Tribal
Rosa
Sleeping Dog Inn
The small mage bolted upright, suprised by the sudden loud noise followed by an even louder (in his opinion) voice. At Tal's proclamation of his bearing of beverages, he realized that he was somewhat thirsty.
Remetheus plopped down on the floor, next to the bags of Tonberry Cola, pointing at them with one finger while looking at Tal questioningly. When he heard of his hat, he also held out his other hand, intent on inspecting his beloved headgear for damages.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:16 pm
Dansworth
Palazzo
Amoria
Thousand-Year Wall, Northeastern Tunnels
Dansworth pulled her sword our of the dead rebel's neck. Hearing someone trying to be stealthy behind her, Dansworth spun around just in time to stab a rebel in the eye. The soldier started screaming and clutched his face as Dansworth pulled out her rapier and stuck it in his throat, silencing his screams.
"Too damn noisy," she said under her breath.
Dansworth turned back to see more rebels approaching. Like a beautiful dance, Dansworth moved in and around the closest of the rebels, effortlessly avoiding their slow, predictable attacks. She quickly pierced three through the heart as she moved towards the others, parrying or sidestepping their attacks. Nikolas's explosion made a nice disrtaction as the rebel's attention was cut in two.
"I really wish these guys had some decent stuff," she thought to herself as she stabbed one in the gut, just under his armor.
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Lot
Tribal
Rosa
Sleeping Dog inn
Lot handed the now clean and dry hat bad to the silent mage. "Sorry for the wait," he said with a smile.
"So, out of curiosity, why are you three in Rosa?" Lot asked Tal, because he seemed like the leader of the group. Lot had done a lot of traveling, so he knew that these three where not ordinary. "I wonder what they are up to?" he thought to himself.
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