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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:49 pm
"Long, long ago, in our world of Altan, or perhaps in another, there were many times in which beings of great evil and corruption came forth and threatened to annihilate everything that was good. The people lost hope, feeling they were all doomed. However, each time this happened, a group of heroes emerged, out of nowhere, like a shooting star in the night sky, to face the evil. They struggled through many adventures and trials, endured hardships, felt both happiness and pain...And in the end, when their journey was completed, all was right with the world once more. ......Or so the stories proclaimed. Everyone knew them. Books were written about it. Songs were sung about it. Performers acted out plays about it. Children made up games about it. But no one truly knew exactly what had actually happened, in any case. Since I was a small child, I wondered how any of it could have possibly happened. How could the heroes have gone through so much, and yet come out triumphant in the end? Why didn't they submit to defeat when it was staring them in the face, bringing them to their knees on more than one occasion? How did they keep going and prevail against evil? Of course, back then I usually shrugged it off and settled with the conclusion that "They're just stories. They're not real. They're works of fiction." But were they? I would often ask my father what it would be like if we were in one of those stories. He would simply laugh and ask "Are you so sure we aren't?" I was offset at his words. Our lives were reality, not fiction. I thought it was a rather ridiculous thing for him to say. I had no idea at the time, but after witnessing events much like those in the old stories, I eventually came to realize that there is much more truth in fiction than we realize......" ~Excerpt from the prologue of The Twisted Road To History by Izzy Talliessin 
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 11:36 pm
The room was shrouded in complete darkness, as well as complete silence. Nothing stirred. No one spoke. It was completely peaceful, with not a sound to be heard... Until someone lit a match. The vibrant, sizzling flame illuminated only a small area...Enough for anyone watching to see the lower part of someone's face, their lips clenching a white rolled-up stick of tobacco. The bare hand which was holding the match quickly moved toward the cigarette. A deep breath was heard. Then an exhalation, sending out a puff of smoke that soon disappeared into the darkness as the match was blown out. Now the only thing standing out in the darkness was the glowing red end of the cigarette. But that only lasted a few seconds. Another light emerged from the darkness, much brighter this time, stretching out its rays across the room. Now it was plain to see that there were two people in the room. One was the young man who had struck the match. He was dressed in meager, torn clothes that plainly expressed his position in the hierarchy: peasantry. His dark green hair was grown down past his shoulders, almost to the small of his back. A marking resembling a red crescent moon stood out on the near-pale skin of his left shoulder. This young man did not truly have a name; that is, not that he knew of. But since his early childhood, everyone had always called him Tal. The other person, standing in the doorway and holding the all but ancient oil lamp he had just lit, was far older. He was tall and very fit for his age, his muscles clearly noticeable past his tight clothing. His hair was a maroon color, and his eyes as green as the sea in a storm. This man was Balthasar, the leader of Gabbiani's local band of thieves, Ziekden. Balthasar sent a stern look towards Tal, who was still rubbing his eyes. He hated sudden bursts of light when he had previously been comfortable in the dark. It was just a few of the things that irritated him. "What're you doing?" asked the older man as he set the oil lamp down onto a wooden crate next to the door. He took a few steps toward Tal, who was sitting in one of eight brown wooden chairs set up around a matching table. "Smokin'" Tal replied simply. "Don't give me that, smartass. I meant what're you doing up so early?" Balthasar said, his eyebrows narrowing into a more fierce look as he sat down in another chair, across the table from Tal. Most people might have interpreted the look on his face as one of anger, but Tal knew it simply meant he was concerned. "It ain't early," he said before taking another drag of the cigarette. "It's late for me. Couldn't sleep." Balthasar said nothing, but nodded his head in a slow, solemn manner, as if he understood exactly what his young pupil was thinking. "Shut up!" Tal screamed unexpectedly. "I didn't say anything," Balthasar chuckled. "Yeah, but I can practically HEAR you thinking. So shut up!" Balthasar's gaze left Tal, and drifted to one of the six unoccupied chairs; one that would never be filled again. He sighed, then looked back at Tal, but he couldn't look the boy in his eyes. "Look, son....You just....You just gotta learn to...let these things go..."Tal slammed his right fist down onto the surface of the table, making a loud THUMP and causing the plates, glasses, and ashtrays resting on it to shake. "Cliff wasn't supposed to die!!! We were supposed to get in, get the Gil, get out, and come back home! Tomorrow morning, everybody on this block would wake up to the surprise of being able to stave off the impending, inevitable fate of living on the damn streets for just a little bit longer! But then those bastards had to....." he trailed off, unable to admit the facts to himself. That would be suffering an unbearable defeat he had gone through far too many times now. "I know, kiddo. I've been through it a million times. You know how many of your brothers and sisters I've had to bury. It never gets any easier. But sitting here feeling bad about it isn't going to bring a single one of them back. The only thing we can do is just keep moving on with our lives. It's the way of life. It's reality. Everything always works out for the nobles.""Damn the ******** nobles!" Tal shouted, rising from his seat. "I don't care about them. I'd love to put every one of those bastards in their place. But what's the point? It's like you said, they always win! How long are we gonna keep doing this? Trying to take back what's ours, only to have it taken away again? I mean, I love our job, and it's fun as hell, but how long can we keep it up without just drowning in the sea of hierarchical bullshit?" "As long as we can" answered a voice from outside of the room. A young woman stepped through the doorway, holding a deck of cards in her hand. She had long black hair that ran down past her hips, and wore clothes that looked like they might have belonged to a man. She drew five cards out of the deck and tossed them across the room; they landed on the table in a perfect line: Ace of Spades, Ace of Hearts, Ace of Diamonds, King of Clubs, King of Hearts - a Full House. The woman walked across the room, picked up two of the Aces and the King of Clubs, and placed them back into the deck. "We may no longer be a full house, but..." She now drew three other cards and tossed them onto the table without even a glance at them. The table now held an Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and Ten, all of Hearts. "If we keep trying, we will eventually be able to flush them out..." After finishing that statement, she took four of the five cards and placed them back into the deck, leaving only the Ace of Hearts lying on the table. "As long as there is a heart beating in the chest of just one of us, we will keep trying to survive, and to help our fellow people to do the same.""Poetic yet amusing at the same time, as usual, Darill" Balthasar said with a wide grin. "I try, Boss.""Thanks, Darill" Tal said, his cold features finally breaking open to reveal a smile. "Wanna play some Black Jack or something?" "No, the Boss is right. You need to get some sleep. As do we all.""You were listening?" "My dear brother, I am always listening. Especially when I can't see you. Now get some rest. It's going to be a big day tomorrow."Tal heaved a sigh of discomfort. "Do we really have to go to the festival tomorrow?" "Yes, we really have to go," Balthasar said. "It'll be the perfect remedy....for all of us. Now finish that damn thing and get some rest," he finished with a thumb pointed toward the cigarette still in Tal's mouth. He and Darill walked out of the room, keeping the oil lamp lit for Tal, who shook his head and leaned back in his chair. "This is gonna be a long night..." Chapter One:
- Perfect Crime -
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 11:18 pm
Tal & the other members of Ziekden
Tribal
Gabbiani
Streets
The night had gone by as slowly as Tal had predicted. He hadn't been able to sleep at all, so he simply waited until everyone awoke in the morning. And so the morning had come, and they had all gathered outside the abandoned opera house which they called their home.
"So, we're going already?" Tal asked, running a hand through his green hair. He still didn't feel like celebrating.
"Yeah, it's gonna take us about all day to walk there," their boss explained.
"I don't see why we can't just take the Starlet," complained a young bard named Abel. He was their primary musician, and he was rather upset at the idea of walking halfway across the kingdom of Tribal.
A middle-aged man named Clyde cut in. "Because the old ship's still torn up from our last excursion out at sea. And the Boss won't let me or Darill stay here and fix it during the festival."
"It won't kill you to walk, Abel," said a young dancer named Ilyana. She was Abel's best friend since childhood.
"Yeah, stop being such a wuss," Darill added with a grin. "Let's just go already!"
"Wait, where's Mama?" Tal asked, looking around. He finally spotted the gypsy woman named Elise and grinned. "What took you so long, old woman?" he teased.
"Oh, hush your mouth, young'un," Elise said as she made her way towards the rest of the band. "I had to grab a few things. But I'm here now. Let's be on our way."
"You said it," Balthasar said with a yawn. "Ziekden, move out!"
After that order, the entire band began to walk south, Abel playing a cheery marching song on his old wooden guitar as they made their way out of Gabbiani and towards the southern village of Relm.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 10:04 pm
Tal
Tribal
Relm
Festival Square-->Songbook Inn
By the time the small band of thieves had arrived in Relm, the sun had already begun to set behind the mountains far off to the west. Everyone in the group had gone off on their own separate ways about town, preparing for performances or chatting with the townsfolk; leaving Tal to wander around on his own. He decided to stop by the shops in town before everyone closed for the festival. He walked slowly, stopping to admire the multicolored lights strung out about the square; a nice change of pace from the brisk marching he and the band had been doing on their way to the village.
Once he had made his way back into the main circle of the town surrounding Festival Square, he took it upon himself to first visit a very familiar building nearby. It was a humble wooden shack with two floors: the first for a bar and cafe, the second for rented rooms. Above the ancient brown wooden door hung an old sign, into which was carved a picture of a flute resting on an open book. Above the image, "Songbook" was carved rather messily. Tal smiled at the familiar sight, and quickly swung open the door and stepped inside.
Once in the dark main room of the first floor, he was greeted by smoky air, many shouts from customers, and loud music being played by a group of bards with fiddles. Behind the counter, a large, well-muscled man with shaggy black hair was drying a large mug with a small red towel. Tal headed towards the bar, dodging clumsy drunk men all the way. "Good to know you're still in charge around here, Leo," Tal said as he took a seat in one of the wooden stools along the counter.
The bartender glanced up from his work and smiled at Tal. "Hey, it's my favorite junior pirate. You here for the festival, huh?"
"Yeah...All the others dragged me along. I wasn't really in the mood. I take it you heard...We lost yet another member of our rapidly shrinking family."
"Yeah...Sorry about that, kiddo. But it happens all the time. Ain't nothin' we can do about it. Now...Anything I can get you while you're here? I'm not about to let you be all glum on a nice day like this. Not when you finally came to visit again."
"Yeah...sure. I could use some more cigs...And matches, as well."
"Sure thing, little guy. Anything else? You ain't gonna leave without having at least one drink, are ya?"
"Um...Sure...Get me a mixed drink...Something with vodka in it."
"Comin' right up, little man," Leo said, turning around to gather everything he needed. "So, you heard the latest rumors?"
"No," Tal replied blandly as he lit a cigarette from his steadily dwindling supply. "What about?"
"Well...Apparently, there's been a lot of fishy stuff going on out in the bigger parts of the world. Lots of people turning on each other...People fighting for no apparent reason. Nobody knows exactly who started the whole mess, but of course, they're all blaming it on each other."
"So there's been no evidence of any one side instigating?"
"Nope. Just a bunch of he-said-she-said bullshit. It's only in the bigger countries for now, though. Hope like all Hell it doesn't reach Tribal." As he finished, Leo slapped down on the counter a box of matches, a paper pack of cigarettes, and a mug full of some red liquid Tal didn't even want to guess the full contents of.
"I second that notion. Now how much does that cost me?"
"Ah, forget about it. I owe you, remember?"
Tal sighed. "Don't give me that s**t. You don't owe me anything."
"You saved my life!"
"That's a matter of perspective, actually."
"Listen, just forget about it. Enjoy your drink."
"Yeah, whatever..." Tal decided to give up, knowing that arguing with Leo would get him nowhere. He wasn't the type of guy to easily change his mind once it was made up. So instead, he silently deposited his newly purchased cigarettes and matches in his vest pocket, and began to sip at his drink.
Pretty good stuff....
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:25 pm
Tal, Ilyana, and Abel
Tribal
Relm
Songbook Inn-->Festival Square
"So, are you guys gonna pull off another performance of The Legend Of The Soldiers of Light like you did last time?.......Tal........Tal?"
Tal hadn't even heard the question; he had been deep in thought, staring absentmindedly at his half-empty mug of red alcohol. He suddenly snapped back to attention upon hearing his name a second time. "....Huh? What?"
"You okay there, kid?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Tal said with a wave of his arm to signify that all was well and his old friend needn't worry. "Now what were you saying?"
"I asked if you and your family are gonna do the same play as last time you were here."
"Oh...Nah, I don't think so. If Abel has his way, we'll be performing The Tale Of The Crystal Knights. If Ilyana has her way, we'll be performing I Want To Be Your Canary. If Darill has HER way, we'll perform nothing and just drink booze and gamble all damn night. Me, I really don't care."
Leo gave Tal a look that was a cross between grief and bewilderment. "Don't care? But you and Darill are the best on-stage! Everybody here loves ya! And I KNOW you love to act."
"Yeah..." Here Tal paused to puff on the cigarette in his hand. "I'm just not in the mood right now."
"You need some music or something, kiddo."
"They're playing music," Tal said matter-of-factly with a thumb pointed towards the musicians in the corner of the bar.
"Nah, I mean better music."
"Yeah....Good luck with that. Those guys don't seem like they could cut it. I think they could take a few lessons from Abel."
As if on cue, Tal's young musician friend entered the bar with Ilyana in tow. They quickly made their way to the counter and stood behind Tal. As he had yet to take notice of them, they each grabbed a separate lock of his dark green hair, and, smiling at each other mischievously, tugged rather fiercely.
"YEOW!!!" screamed the young outlaw at the top of his lungs. This made almost everyone in the bar jump in surprise. "DAMMIT that hurt!" he continued, jumping up from his seat and turning on his heel to face his adopted brother and sister. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Cause we can," Ilyana said, sticking her tongue out at Tal to taunt him further, knowing that no matter how angry he became with them, he would never hurt them.
Tal simply replied with "Whatever" and flopped back down in his seat. After Abel and Ilyana simultaneously shouted "Hi Uncle Leo!" with energetic waves, and their bartender friend waved back at them with a smile, Tal continued his grumbling. "What are you two doing here, anyway?"
"Well, we wanted to come see Uncle Leo..." Ilyana began.
Abel picked up where she left off, finishing her sentence. "...and we knew you'd most likely be here as well. And since the townsfolk are setting up a stage just for us, and demanded we performed together..."
"...we decided to come say hi to Uncle Leo AND drag your a** back to Festival Square!"
"Two for one sale," Abel finished with a chuckle.
"Well, you wasted your time, cause I ain't going back to the Festival Square for a long time. Especially not to perform." Tal stated defiantly.
Leo chuckled. "You might as well, kiddo."
"Aw...Don't tell me you're closing early for the stupid festival, too!"
"Yep. Last call, kill it" Leo said with a finger pointed to the still half-empty mug sitting before the young outlaw.
Tal let out a heavy sigh. "You suck Cactuar balls, ya know that?" He finally managed a genuine smile, then downed the rest of his alcohol in two gulps. He slapped the mug back down onto the counter and waved at Leo before turning to leave. "Seeya, 'Uncle' Leo!" he jeered as he followed Ilyana and Abel towards the exit.
Once they had returned to Festival Square, Tal finally decided to go along with whatever his insane teammates had planned...as long as he was well-paid later. "Sooo, what's going on here?" he asked as they neared the spot where the stage Abel had mentioned earlier was nearing completion. The sun had almost completely set, and all of the lamps and strung-out light bulbs in the square were now lit, giving off plenty of light to the entire area.
"Weellll..." Ilyana began slowly, then picked up to her usual quick pace of jabbering, "...Abel's gonna play on his guitfiddle...I'm gonna dance...and you're going to sing!"
"Oh HELL no. I'm goin' back to the bar!" Tal proclaimed, turning around. But Abel and Ilyana caught him by his arms and began to drag him toward the stage.
"Oooh, no, you're not getting out of it that easily, punk," Ilyana said with a warm smile. Tal decided to say nothing; he merely sighed once again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:58 pm
Akara was not happy. As a matter of fact, you might say she was pissed. Nothing was going according to plan.
She's thought she was a good Swordswoman, hell, she was a good swordswoman. Apparently not good enough to make it on her own though. She'd left home only a few mere weeks ago to travel the countryside.
She had big dreams. Make a name for herself, become known for her skill, feared even. Make it big not just in Tribal either.
'Yeah,' she though to herself. 'That plan went well.' 2 weeks out and she's been chased by bandits, cheated out of half her Gil by greedy merchants and had a big dent bashed into her over-inflated ego.
It was time to face the facts. She was good. She just wasn't good enough. There was no way she could make it on her own at her current level.
And that meant only one thing. Sucking up her pride, going home and admitting to her parents that they were right all along. She couldn't help but feel a flash of resentment towards them.
Her jailers.
She let out a long suffering sigh. They were never going to let her live this down.
"Ah well," she thought to herself. "At least I can go out with a bang.'
She had decided to make her last stop in Relm. She'd always wanted to attend one of their festivals. She could hear the crowds up the street in Festival Square already.
Even if the rest of her trip had been a failure, she was determined to enjoy her last few days of freedom to the max. Partying, shopping, drinking. Whatever she felt like doing, when she felt like doing it.
A life of freedom, if only for a few days.
She finally entered the square and saw a show going on up on the stage.
A bard, a singer and a dancer. They were making quite the entertaining spectacle.
There was something naggingly familiar about the three performers, but Akara couldn't place them for the life of her.
She shook the thoughts from here head, brown dreads flailing wildly with the action, and decided to think less and party more.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:14 pm
"Do you wanna dance and hold my hand? Tell me baby I'm your lovin' man, oh baby...Do ya wanna daaaance?" Tal had apparently gotten out of his gloomy "I-don't-want-to-do-anything" mood; up on the stage, he couldn't stop smiling as he sang along to the melody Abel was strumming out on his guitar. He was having a blast, sometimes dancing along with Ilyana, although he couldn't really match her superb rhythmic skills. "Do ya wanna dance under the moonlight? Squeeze me baby all through the night. Oh baabyyy...Do ya wanna dance? Do ya do ya do ya do ya wanna dance? Do ya do ya do ya do ya wanna dance? Do ya do ya do ya....Do ya wanna daaaance?"
"Look at that little punk," Clyde said with a grin from behind the stage. "Not ten minutes ago, he was complaining about how he wanted to be left alone. And now he's soakin' up the limelight like a sponge to water."
"He sure does love to be on a stage," Elise said from her comfortable spot upon a blue collapsible lounge chair.
"You got that right, Mama," agreed Darill with a warm smile. "That's our bro..."
"Thanks, guys, you're great!" Tal shouted into the small metal microphone in his hand as the music came to a steady stop. "We love all of ya!" He set the mic down on the stage floor and turned to Abel and Ilyana. "Interlude?"
"Interlude," Abel repeated with a nod. "I'm gonna go ask Darill if she wants to do some acting."
As Abel headed offstage, Ilyana shouted after him, "We're not doing The Tale Of The Crystal Knights!"
Tal laughed at the two, then picked up the microphone again. "Okay everybody, we're taking a short break, but we'll be back soon, so don't wander off too far if you don't wanna miss whatever my crazy family thinks of making me do next!" There was a round of laughter from the audience after that statement. Tal smiled back at them. "This'll be your chance to take a few minutes to grab a snack from one of the shops. I think there's one nearby. In fact, I'm going there myself for a Tonberry Soda!"
Oh s**t, shouldn't have said that out loud. They'll be following me, he thought to himself. Nevertheless, he hopped off of the stage and quickly made his way towards the nearest concession stand he could find. He really wanted one of those sodas.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:56 am
Akara clapped and cheered along with the rest of the crowd as the performers filed off stage.
Going for a snack, hm? she though to herself. Well, maybe she'd go for a snack too. By this point she just knew she'd seen the young man somewhere and the curiosity was driving her crazy.
She watched him walk off and followed him for a moment with her eyes, letting some distance gather between them, then she began to wedge her way through the tightly packed crowd.
No small number of toes were squished and people pushed by the time she broke free of the masses.
She found him at a nearby snack shop and walked up beside him, pretending to pay him no mind at first. She scanned the menus posted above the counter while sneaking quick glances at him out of the corner of her eye.
Finally, when she was certain beyond a doubt that she wasn't mistaking him for someone else, she turned to face him.
"You look familiar," she said bluntly. "Have I met you somewhere before?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 10:25 am
Tal
Tribal
Relm
Festival Square
"Yes, one Tonberry Soda, please!" Tal urged in his "polite voice".
"That'll be one Gil, sir," the woman at the concession stand said as she placed a black glass bottle with green designs onto the counter. Tal fished a small silver coin from his pocket and tossed it at the woman. "Thank you, sir, have a nice day."
"Yeah, you too," Tal said as he popped open the bottle and began to chug it down. It was at this moment that he noticed someone was talking to him. He looked at her through the corner of his eye, then reluctantly parted the bottle from his lips. He turned towards the person and shrugged. "I dunno...I've met way too many people to remember them all. But just about everybody around here knows me and my troupe. So you might have seen me...." After that, he returned to chugging down the soda, but kept his eyes on the girl.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:33 am
Akara
Tribal
Relm
Festival Square
Akara slouched forwards against the counter and leaned on her elbows.
"Here? Not likely," she said. "I've never been here before today."
She paused a moment to order a soda of her own and tossed one Gil onto the counter with a small clatter.
"Gabbiani maybe?" she said, thinking out loud. "Must've been Gabbiani cause it sure as hell wasn't Rosa and I've never been out of Tribal."
Akara's face took on an unpleasant expression at the mention of Rosa. She wasn't sure if she'd just met the wrong people when she traveled through that city or if all mages were stuck up pricks, but it would take a miracle to convince her to go back to that mage-infested s**t hole.
"So, you been to Gabbiani?" she asked the young man. "Cause that's the only workable answer I can come up with."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:55 am
Tal
Tribal
Relm
Festival Square
Tal gave a wide grin. "I live in Gabbiani. And that's where I do a lot of my...work..." He glanced at the girl, trying to determine whether he had ever met her. He couldn't remember. Too many places, too many people. "Anyway...What brings you to the lovely village of Relm? Gotta be the festival, am I right?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 8:41 pm
Akara
Tribal
Relm
Festival Square
"Gabbiani," Akara echoed with satisfaction. "That'd probably be it. That's where I'm from too. Probably seen you around town a time or two."
She popped her soda open, chugging half of it down with a few loud gulps. "As for why I'm here, pretty much cause of the festival." She patted the sword strapped to one hip. "I was traveling about Tribal, decided to take in a festival or two before I had to head home."
Her mood darkened once more as she thought on the ending of her trip. Sometimes life really isn't fair she thought with a sigh, brushing a clump of dreads back out of her face. She chugged back the rest of her pop and crushed the can down before tossing it neatly into a nearby bin.
She shook off her sour mood and glanced at Tal, one eyebrow raised. "So, what exactly is this...work you're trying to be so secretive about, huh?" she asked with a small smirk.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 12:55 am
Tal
Tribal
Relm
Festival Square
"Oh, nothing major. I'm just a performer with the rest of my family. I'm usually the one doing the singing and acting the lead roles. They'd be screwed without me," he finished with a laugh. He then decided to quickly change the subject back to her. Easiest way to shake people off your trail, he thought to himself.
"Well, you don't seem too enthused about going back to Gabbiani. Don't like your home? Or is it something else....?"
He heard Ilyana's voice calling for him to hurry and get back to the stage, but he simply waved her off and shouted "I'm comin', hold your chocobos!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:37 pm
Akara
Tribal
Relm
Festival Square
Akara gave Tal a semi-convinced look, but accepted his answer and subject change without comment.
"It's not that I don't like Gabbiani. Really, my life there was great. My parent's own a restaurant, we've got a cozy little home. It's just..." She paused a moment. "Well, it's boring. There's never any excitement, no adventure, nothing. I want to travel, fight, be a mercenary maybe."
One hand curled around the pommel of her sword and she sighed again.
"Turns out I'm just not good enough to make it on my own. Now I've got to go back home and tell my parents they were right from the beginning and spend the rest of my damned life busing tables. Or at least until I find some travelers willing to take me with them."
Akara gave a slight start. "Wow, didn't mean to ramble on like that. The whole situation's just a pain in the a**."
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