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 Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 2:27 pm
Guildaversary Fanfiction Contest
Ah... Summer has arrived.
With school session finally ends and vacation is coming around the corner, there's nothing to make life more fun and relaxing. However, there is one thing that will sadden us a little: the people that we love dearly and care.
No, I'm not talking like someone has died. I'm talking about being away from the people we care. With vacation, summer jobs, or other summer plans, it's kind of difficult to stay in contact with our friends and family. So why not get in contact with them?
The voting session is now over and we have a winner. It was a neck to neck race, but one writer won by a vote. Here is the tally:
First Winner: Lance Dartel
Second Winner: Suisho Tomoe
Congrats to the winner and give your applaud and good job to those who participate. It was enjoyable reading your fanfics. :3
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 8:47 pm
Entry 1 Hello there. How are you holding up?
You may not remember me. I do, however, remember you. No doubt there's been changes to your life, but for a moment, I would like to try to remind you of times past for you.
There was a time when everyone knew your name. Not necessarily your face, but definitely your name. Back then, children adored you, women swooned at your feet, the men envied you. Bandits and lawmen alike tried to kill or capture you, but they never succeeded, only because you were who you were...
You were happy back then.
You saved princesses from monsters, fought villains to save the innocent, you stole from the rich and you gave to the poor. You undertook dangerous missions with no regard for your own life, as long as your job made it easier for others to live. You were strong beyond belief, capable of feats few others were.
You were happy back then...
Remember how you could sit awake at night, listening to the sounds of the darkness, looking up at the stars. You dreamt of ballads and poems, of maidens to rescue for a peck on the cheek, of times to come and times that had been, of the next adventure...
You were happy back then...
Look at you now. Your memory is a mess, you're having trouble communicating with others, no one knows who you are, and any strengths you had back then is now in jumbles. People hardly speak to you, and when they do, you mess it up by acting like you do. You're older now, yet anyone looking at you see the same, young man you were before. No one takes you seriously, even when they should...
You're not happy anymore.
I can tell this is what it's like, because I've seen the first stages of it. I am slowly starting to realize things are just going to get worse from now on. At the end of it, you will be nothing short of an animal, acting solely on instinct, and that is if you are lucky, since you might as easy just become a husk, incapable of thought.
I'm writing this as this is probably my last chance before I start succumbing to this fate. I want to write this to you, so that in the event that you get this letter, you can remember what you used to fight for, what you used to believe in. I want you to remember, so that you don't lose hope. I am certain there is a way to salvage your mind, and you will attain that goal no matter the cost. Believe in yourself, and your friends. I have faith in you.
You can be happy again.
With regards,
Lance
Lance folded the ark of paper and put it in its envelope again. He had been staring at the words written in it for a good hour now. Originally, he was just sorting through his belongings to get some sort of system, as rummaging through everything everytime Khalid wanted a game of chess was tedious. Now, the letter was all that was on his mind. It wasn't as though all his memories came rushing back to him, but it made him realize something.
There was a time when he was something greater.
That thought alone gave him enough to think about. He had been collecting knowledge about quintessence and draconic magic for quite some time now, but he had forgotten the reason for it. He basically had everything he needed, but it was as though he had stopped caring about it. Until now, that is.
"Lance?"
His friend stood in the doorway. "How's it going? You've been in here a long time, but not much seems to have happened..."
He was silent for a moment, his head tilting as if he was asleep, before he raised his chin. Determined, he had realized exactly what he would have to do. "Khalid."
"Yes?"
Lance finally stood up again. "...I'm going to create a freelance agency."
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 9:14 pm
Entry 2 Dear FD, I have to say that you’re one of the most FEFabulous bosses ever. First, you come out of nowhere, just when the player thinks they’ve gone and beat the game and are doing the happy dance. You get the player on their toes, and make sure that they really are leveling up their Lords at the REAL Endgame. No boss does the end of a chapter like you, FD. Second, your red hot flame tongue is the mightiest of all. With no defenses, you’re bound to even get through Hector’s big armor and give a player quite a scare! You prevent people from using characters as crutches, and they better not even think of going against you if they have less than 37 health! The best defense is a good offense, FD. Kudos to you for taking more than one turn to beat. Finally, you make Nergal look like a real pansy. There he is, a card-carrying villain with the evil laugh, the lust for power, and dark magic. It would be just too generic if the game ended with his “why must I diiieee?” speech. But here you come along, and spice things up with that red hot flame tongue. You don’t need a motive or desire for power, you’re there for fire! That is just too awesome. Although I have had to beat you several playthroughs, you will always be my favorite boss. Stay awesome, FD. ~ Misuki Marishima aka Sue
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 9:15 pm
Entry 3 Journal entry #3: I am still getting used to this land they call Learania. Although I know that I will miss my family back at home, I know that I am in a good place here. If I ever see them again, they will surely enjoy the tales I can bring back to them. However, I need not lament over the fact that I may never see my family again! I’ve been taken in, and it seems I am accepted here. I’ve already managed to open my own smithy, so things are going smoothly for me. This gives me the perfect opportunity to work on my blacksmithing skills. I can tell that there are a couple groups of people I may end up working for. I’m not sure who worked on their weapons before, but now they have someone that they can trust to forge their weapons. There was also that girl I saw earlier who was running along with a lad that I think was a mage. I wonder if there are any feelings behind those two. No matter, it is not my business to ask. Should they have feelings for each other then they will confess to one another. I’m sure that day would be a glorious one for them. I just didn’t expect that girl to call back, saying she would request something from me. She doesn’t seem to be the type to be a fighter, but you can’t judge everything based on appearances. I learned that just by being in Jugdral. We have many corrupt people in high places, and the revival of the Lopt. Sect is not a good sign. We were just going back to the dark times there. I just pray that things are going well back at home. Who knows? Maybe I will get news of how things faired back there. But no matter, as now I have a new land to fight for. With the reconstruction going on, I can be of service to the people here. Due to the fact that I am handy with a hammer, surely things can go by a lot quicker than it had been. Even though I am still new to this land, I have found that I can put my trust into these people here. I can’t wait to see the good things that this place can bring forth. I’ve heard a couple tales here and there, but hearing these things is one thing, and witnessing them for yourself is another.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 7:24 pm
Entry 4 To Her Grace, Lady Amira Forar of Amatrea, from your daughter, Lady Caterina Forar of Amatrea, Priestess Guardian. Mother, I write to you from the Learanian capital of Eyris. Were it not in such condition from all the fighting, I am sure this would be a very beautiful city, though nowhere near as wonderous as our own capital. We have successfully aided our allies and prevented the enemy taking the city. I am unharmed, save for perhaps a few minor scratches, easily healed. It feels strange to fly with the army once again, although I left my Lady Priestess in very capable hands while I am away. I could not let my Lord Cyric ride into battle without me, not when this is most likely the last time I will be able to be so close to him. I’m sure you know already that the old king is dead (as well as how it happened) and that General Cornelius has named Sir Cyric as the next king. Sir Cyric will be a wonderful king, I am certain, and I have heard no objections as of yet, though I suspect a few nobles will disagree. As we are still in the midst of a war, I hope those objections will come later or not at all. I do not doubt Cyric’s ability to rule and rule well, but . . . Mother, is it reasonable for me to be saddened by this turn of events? Surely having Cyric as king is best for Estarcia, yet I cannot bring myself to be truly happy about it. I never told you or anyone else, but I am perhaps overly fond of Cyric. No, it’s more than that—I love him, and I have not admitted this even to him. Yet I have no right to—I am just an orphan, only the adopted daughter of a noble family. Were I noble-born, then perhaps . . . but no, I am least worthy to marry the future king of Estarcia, much less feel anything more than loyalty toward him. He must marry for the good of the kingdom, to the daughter of a high-ranking nobleman, or even to a princess, none of which I am. Mother, I know that you and I are not very close, a fault that is my own, but I do not know to whom else to turn. I must ask your advice. What am I to do? I love him, yet I know that I cannot, and so must not. I am fit only to serve my king from the shadows by guarding my Lady Priestess, nothing more. Yet how can I serve him dutifully when I feel this way? This is not like me, not at all. I think I never should have let things go so far, and I am not even certain he feels the same way about me. I am so confused. Please, what should I do? Sir Cyric still has much to do here, but I shall return to Estarcia soon. I must resume my duties as the Priestess Guardian. I will come to see you, Father, and my brother soon; it has been a while since I last saw you, and Father did write that he was anxious to see me. Perhaps I will bring you this letter myself; I may return before it reaches you. I wish you good health, and please inform Jason that no, Learania is not ‘crawling with monsters;’ that is Mordache, and he should know that, as both he and I have fought against some of those foul creatures. I am grateful for the elixirs you and Father sent; they saved the life of one of my girls during the conflict here. I shall repay you for them when I return, even if you say I do not need to do so. With much gratitude, your daughter, Rina
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 12:04 am
The voting contest is now opened.
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