Inside My Mind

Hiatus

2009-04-17T19:34:00.000-07:00

With the post below me, as you can see i have my hands pretty full, well not really, been a dad for 3 days, the lil bugger eats, and sleeps, and poops, and rinse and repeat, i'll try to get on xi when i have the time, but atm just enjoying my time being a daddy <3

Landon Maddox Wilson

2009-04-15T14:47:00.000-07:00

is finally here, 9 pounds 13 ounces.

i get new pants

2009-04-01T23:41:00.000-07:00

ello askar dirs and ayd is pimp 4 making my banner

:(:(

2009-04-01T21:56:00.000-07:00

no bebe yet, but good news is she can go at netime now, so just a matter of time, n ffxi news, hmm havent done much, got a dyna bubi win due to fhg kicking ass, its been so much fun playing with you guys for so long. we got nyzle isle coming down to the wire, every is almost done with thier gear, tanos the lootwhore got askar pants sunday. yay crappy lots. but other than that i havent been on ffxi much, busy spendiing time with the wife and prepping for the new family addition, see ya n vana

2009-03-25T22:08:00.000-07:00

there vagu, u r not alone, rl pics on blogger ftw

Wow

2009-03-13T06:22:00.000-07:00

needs moaor post, well hello, i need 2 get on the posting more, my progres on cop tended 2 get a little better, went from 2-3 2 5-1, thanks FHG.

Also i need 2 get on this adding pictures thing 2 the blog, like the rest of the siren blog ring does, ayd is going 2 be making me a very cool heading, w00t.

Also I know half the time im never online anymore, thats due 2 work, im not on till 1am est normally, well that may diminish even les play time now, cuz from now till april 17th Sav can pop out our 1st son at ne moment, i'll try 2 keep logging on for nyzul and maybe an einjenhar(sp) because of the 30 minute time limit when my son is bored, but other than that i'll see how it goes, people say having a newborn isnt that bad or hard 2 take care of, we'll see and i'll keep ya post.

36 days until she pops, everyone says it will be more, alot says it'll be less, but the timer is now on.

Bday

2009-02-22T02:52:00.001-08:00

In 2 days, 23 on the 24th ^^

Today

2009-02-22T02:48:00.000-08:00

After being tired of being stuck on cop 2-3 i decided id do something bout it. rah rah bst solo goes, got it down to 50% before he doomed me pet. will try again later when 2hr is up, atm bedtime.

n other news, nyzul isle has been great, my static mates kickass and make me 3/5 askar and 2/2 ws owner. Goo Goo BST and DRK WS ^^.

other than that, u can find me in the tree ^^. Bst'n it up 24/7

Decided to go a new direction here.

2009-02-06T10:35:00.000-08:00

Everyone seems to make ffxi post regarding there achievements and random lols, so i'll give it a shot. Well, hmm.. i'll think of something to fill here later (:

Unbreakable

2009-01-30T23:45:00.000-08:00

Unbreakable.I don't want the model or the actress, I just want mylove unconditionally.

I want a love like my parents, not the fights, just the history.

I want someone who will believe in me, support me likeno other.

Don't want to be a whore around town, I want you as mychilds mother.

I want to come home tired, being greeted by your smiling face.

I want to have somewhere when my world turns dark, I look for your embrace.

Sometimes we let little things snap the chains, of theband that seemed unbreakable.

We search for years to find greater treasures, only torealize that their love was irreplacable.

We let jealousy woe, we let lust conquer, and we let our tempers flare.

We lose interest so fast, it's hard to tell we even care.

We hold fast to our dreams, we clash with our pride.

We've been scorned before, but we must learn to forgive but don't forget.

Take control of our actions, and fail to do stuff that later, we will regret.

I want someone who will stick around for the long run,and jog right along with me.

They'll fuel my cup full of passion, whenever it tends to run empty.

I want to sit outside with her, and push my baby girlon her swingset.

And show her that the better side to life, hasn't evenbegun to peak yet.

Take the time to show her, after the hell there are better things.

God has made it so that we soar, you are the windbeneath my wings.

You never really know what you have to it's gone, so we won't let it get that far.

Love is about commitment, searching and finding who we truly are.

About having someone to share your tough times with,to laugh when you're happy, cry when in pain.

Everlasting love is about surviving a earthquake, not about breaking up after rain.

Oh ya

2008-12-27T00:34:00.000-08:00

Me and Savannah are expecting our first child. Landon Maddox Wilson due in Apriil 2009, goo blue stuffz. Will post more stories soon, thanks 4 reading.

Mia

2008-12-27T00:25:00.000-08:00

my comp keyboard is broke, gonna need a new 1 b4 i can write again. just a fyi

The Drifter Teaser 2

2008-11-15T14:56:00.000-08:00

With her foot on the brake of her old buick, Lori shifted in her seat as the heavy rainfall continued to hit her windowshield. The wipers were doing a good job but when her brown eyes looked at the gas meter she knew she would have to stop soon. Her eyes glared at all of the signs and looked for the one with the nearest gas exit. "Two miles." She said with a smile, and then only five more hours and she would be in her new city, with her new life and new job. The minutes went by fast as she turned on her right blinker and exited the highway, her car slowly leaning around the turns. She had always been an extra safe driver, but today she had to be super safe. One misturn and her car could either slide off the road, or into oncoming traffic. She hated rain. With the gas station in her view she pulled into the gas pump. It had grown dark since she started her journey as the sky was nearly starless.
She took extra precautions before stepping out of her vehicle, growing up in the city she was well aware of the dangers she could face being out alone. But she shrugged it from her mind as she stared at the guy behind the bulletproof glass. His nose held up his glasses perfectly and she waited awhile before she interrupted the reading he was doing.
"I'm sorry, its so slow normally." He called out.
"That's okay, twenty on pump two." She called as she walked off. She couldnt shake the thought that she had eyes on her, sizing her up from a distance as her hips swayed back to her car. She removed the gas nuzzle and entered it into her tank.
The rain beating down on her forced her brown hair to become matted to her head. "Some gentleman." She thought aloud, hoping the young gas attendant would come out and help her, so she didnt have to get wet.
She looked around as she waited for the pump to fill up the rest of her car. It was pretty much deserted, only people who would stop in here would be tourist who needs a quick fillup before going to the next place. That's when she spotted him, walking across the street. His car was on the side of the road smoking.
"Hey." He called out to Lori who turned her attention back to her car. Wierd guy, I don't know, going to mind my business. She thought. She started to panic as the guy came closer and closer to her. She hastily opened her car door, she wasnt much for paranoia but stuck in the middle of nowhere with a guy coming towards you didnt look like a good situation.

Her hands twisted the key in the ignition and came to life. Lori you're a paranoid freak, the guys car obviously broke down. Her mind argued with her. She jumped out of her daze when he pounded on her windshield. Terror like she never felt before ran through her. She turned to see out the window as his soft face and warming blue eyes greeted her.
He tapped on the window and made the signal for her to roll it down.
"Hey." He repeated when she finally rolled down the window.
"Dont look so scared, I won't harm you." He smiled a warm smile at her. He was handsome. Lori thought. "I just need to use your cellphone, I dont have one and I need to call a towtruck."
"My names Ken." He said and he listened to the silence before she stated her name.
"Pretty name." He smiled at her again. She hesitantly agreed to let him use the phone and he stepped away from the car before making the call. She looked out of her back windshield as he paced about for two or three minutes before returning the phone to her, a sad look in his blue eyes.
"No answer huh." Lori interpretated what it meant. Need a lift hotstuff. Her devilish side began to ask before she looked over and knew it was a horrible idea.

The Drifter Teaser

2008-11-09T10:57:00.000-08:00

Luka had set the gun back into his holster, there wasn't any movement from the other side of the door. He stared through the little holes in the wood where the bullets went through. You're dead now, creep. He thought as his hand turned the doorknob.
All of this could have been avoided, had he just turned himself in and released the young lady he had hostage. Luka didn't take kindly to pyschopaths, unless that pyscho was himself. He stepped back and kicked the door in, the wood giving way under his boot before he stared into the room. Blood was on the ground but there was a lack of assurance inside of Luka's mind. Blood, but no body. It meant he had at least nicked the guy, but where was he now. His hands reached to his side and removed his gun again. There wasn't any other trail of blood anywhere near, just the pool of it in the middle of the room. His eyes scanned the unfamiliar bedroom. Windows were closed, closet door was open and there was nowhere to hide in such a tiny place. Foolishly he looked above him, as if the assailant was stuck on the roof. There wasnt anyone hanging from the ceiling as if he was a spiderman. The matress had been laid flat on the floor so there wasn't any chance of the guy hiding underneath the bed......

Need Characters

2008-11-01T23:18:00.000-07:00

Looking to do a new story after I finish the massacre, sign up here, leave rl name, hair color, eye color, etc etc little details. It's going to be called The Drifter and i need ppl to use in it.. thanks for the help. Anyone welcome

FFXI The Novel(hmm)

2008-09-20T19:16:00.000-07:00

The sound of metal echoed throughout the hall of Ru’Lude Gardens. One by one they came with their swords and axes sheathed. The gleam in their eyes shone inside the well lit hallway. Young fighters of the resistance came from all over Vana’Diel. Hoping that they could impress their Lord, having many beastman’s blood stained on their hands. They were tired, they were hungry but most of all they were proud. The beastman horde had turned and ran cowardly back through Rolanberry Fields. A surprise attack on the Grand Duchy Of Jeuno had be thwarted, with King Undyingsoul dispatching troops to counter their attack with one of their own. He sat atop his throne, sipping wine from his cup as his wife took her place beside him. Xchelly looked on as the doors were opened and one by one the fighters entered their domain. Men, Women, and teenagers all piled into their chambers. She remember what it was like to be on the battlefield, healing the combatants when they needed her the most, right before they would be knocked unconscious. She looked over at her husband as a worried look crossed his face. He knew it he couldn’t hold the beastman off for long. Soon they would just regroup and try again, and again, and again. Persistent was the word best used to describe them. “Speak.” Undyingsoul called out to his group. One man stepped to the front of the crowd, his swords gleaming in the light, his Vermillion Cloak had blood stained on it. His eyes met up with the King’s before he looked back at the fighters behind him. “What is your name?” Xchelly asked. She looked down at them and was very thankful to have brave Warriors fighting in their name. “I have traveled a great distance to get here.” He spoke in a calm tone, he kneeled before royalty. “I am not one of your fighters.” The man spoke and they looked at him enticed at the thought of a new fighter under their command. “I was making a trip through the Marshlands when I was attacked.” He spoke and Undyingsoul held up his hand to quiet him. “So you want to join my fighters?” Soul spoke. He was in his late thirties, an early king but not one to be taken lightly by any means necessary. Inheriting the throne from his father who was slain by a Beastmans sword. He was promoted from sergeant to King as he was the only son his father had. In the past seven months of his reign the Grand Duchy of Jeuno had improved, merchants offered a lot more goods to traveler’s weary of a day of traveling. He kept the three nations happy and they all lived in a peaceful harmony. But he was a business man, conducting trades and merchandise and ruling the four nations seamlessly. But he was described by some as a brute and his work ethics weren’t always welcomed with the townspeople. But they obeyed their King and did what he said. His rules weren’t too farfetched. He didn’t allow Beastman into his town, not even non-hostile ones. The goblins that set up shop in Lower Jeuno had to move, taking their good reputation with them. They had never once caused anyone any harm. Seven brothers had to relocate, they didn’t move far. They eventually reopened shop relocated in Bastok.

The Massacre Sample(non ffxi story n 2nd novel)

2008-09-20T17:55:00.000-07:00

Starr looked down at her hands as the warm summer air blew her hair all around. It was getting dark fast and she sat back and wondered where the day had gone. She had her red hair tied into a ponytail and focused her brown eyes onto her friend David. He gave her a stupid grin before she punched him playfully. She was done with her first year of college and couldn’t wait to start hanging out with her friends again and David was one of the closest she’s had. His brown skin shone in the last bit of daylight as he sat on her steps. He had known her since he moved to Cumberland, Maryland. It wasn’t his decision, his mother nearly forced his hand but there wasn’t anything that he or his siblings could do. He had met Starr in high school, but he decided to take the working man’s route and postpone college for a year, Starr on the other hand went right after she graduated causing them to never really hang out based upon their hectic schedules. It was a perfect day, except in the back of Starr’s mind she was worried about her friend Derek. He was her best friend if you can call him that, he had been extremely stressed the past couple of days and she wanted hear his voice, she always had a way to calm him down. But Derek hadn’t called her like he swore he would have, and the last time she spoke to him was last night and she could hear the anger gravitating out of his voice. She worried sick about him, him and his girlfriend were going back and forth with arguing and he feared he would lose her. She meant to him his life and without her he felt no point in living. “Starr.” David called to bring her back to reality. She had finally focused her brown eyes onto him. “Yeah.” She replied softly. “You’re fucking up.” David joked, that was like his catchphrase. She held her head up and looked up at the clouds above her head, she whispered a silent prayer for her friend.

“I’ve got to go home.” David replied after a hour had went by. He had done his catching up with her and he hugged her tiny frame tightly before turned and walking down the stairs. She had watched him walk around the corner before she turned and went into her house. She felt like she hadn’t ate in weeks, stress will really do a number on you. She dragged her feet towards the kitchen and she rifled through the fridge. Pulling out lunchmeat and bread she decided to make a ham sandwich, watch a movie and call it a night. Hopefully Derek will call to let her know he was alright. She had known him for years and they have grown really close to each other, he considered her his best friend in the whole world. She understood him and they always had fun when they were together. Her mother was at work, and she wondered how late she was going to be out, she didn’t mind being home alone but she wished she had some sort of company. She held the butter knife in her hand as she smoothed the mayonnaise over the bread before neatly placing the ham on top of it. She heard her doorbell buzz and she jumped, she laughed a bit to herself before yelling “Who is it?” She sat the knife down and awaited an answer. She expected to walk to the door and see his skinny frame there, with his black hair spiked on the top. She looked out the window but Derek’s car wasn’t present. The doorbell buzzed again and she opened the door and stared at the person on the other side. “Hey.” She opened the screen door and hugged her. “What brings you here?” Starr had to question, she hadn’t seen her friend Chelsey all week. Chelsey stood there with her blond hair hanging down over her face. Hurt was the look that her green eyes had shown. With the saddened look on her face Starr began to worry. Chelsey was a coworker’s of Derek, so she figured it was something about him. She had known Chelsey for quite some time but they never really hung out all that much. But in this little town everyone is your friend. “Can I come in?” Chelsey finally opened up and asked. Starr stood back and let the door swing open and Chelsey stepped inside. Once inside the living room Chelsey found the nearest sofa to plop down on and then she buried her face into her hands. Starr stood on the other side of the living room looking at her, waiting on her to speak what was on her mind. “It’s Derek.” She began and Starr felt her heart sink into the bottom of her stomach.

She tried to get a grip on what Chelsey told her but all she could think about was throwing up. She couldn’t have lost him, not him, not her best friend. How could someone who seemed so strong do something as weak as take his own life. She let her head bang off of the wall as tears made their way down her cheek. Chelsey walked over towards her and she cried also, they rocked and cried together. Chelsey looked into her eyes as she rocked back and forth. “Police say he burned himself to death.” “Set gasoline all over his room and lit a match.” Chelsey went on. “When they got to the body it was burned so badly.” Chelsey went on before Starr held her hand up to silence her. “I guess he lost it and ended all his pain.” She remembered as her tears streamed down her face. Chelsey looked over at her but couldn’t think of anything to say, she was close to Derek and he was the main guy at work she talked to. “I can’t believe this.” Chelsey finally broke the silence. Starr forced herself to stand as she went into the kitchen, she poured herself and Chelsey a glass of water. With the glasses in her hand she walked back into the living room and the mood was very depressive. “Who called the police?” Starr asked as she handed Chelsey the glass. Chelsey’s green eyes began to shine as the light from the ceiling reflected off of them. “Do you know?” Starr asked before Chelsey could even reply. “His friend found the body..” She said as she took a sip from her glass, she sat it on the table next to her. “He was downstairs in the house and he heard an explosion.” Chelsey replied. Starr looked at her puzzled. “Police said his friend rushed upstairs and was greeted by flames so he ran downstairs and out the door. That’s when he called the fire department crying.” Chelsey finished. Starr thought long and hard as the mental images cast inside her head and what happened played out in her mind. She mentally pictured Derek spraying gasoline over everything even over himself. She winced at the thought. Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone rang. “Hello.” She answered it, she awaited the person on the other end to say something. She listened closely and all she could hear was light sobs. “Hello.” Starr repeated herself, she gave the person on the other end a chance to reply. She could still hear the muffled tears as the phone was taken away from the persons mouth. She heard them blow their nose and she made a disgusted face. “Starr?” The voiced cried out and Starr wondered where she had heard that voice from. “Who is this?” Starr asked, she motioned for Chelsey to be quiet. “It’s Autumn, Derek’s ex-girlfriend.” When Starr heard the word Ex she figured she knew what drove Derek over the edge. He was nuts about her and she broke up with him. She almost wanted to hang up the phone on her but she didn’t. “Are you there?” Autumn asked when Starr didn’t say anything. She could still hear Autumn sobbing into the phone. “Yeah I’m here.” Starr asked as she pushed a button and the phone went into speaker mode. Chelsey looked on puzzled. “Have you heard about…” Autumn began before she broke down again. Her reaction made Chelsey cry some more. “I just can’t believe he’s gone.” Starr said loud enough so she can hear her. She was getting lost in her own little world. Her alternate reality where she didn’t hear the grim news that just made her whole life suck. Autumn had ceased her crying a bit and told Starr to listen closely. “I know I don’t believe Derek would be so little and kill himself, but he sent me a email.” Autumn said and a chill ran up Starr’s spine. Chelsey’s eyes grew big and wide as she waited for Autumn to speak again. “A email?” Starr asked as she looked over at her computer. The screensaver bounced over the screen back and forth. “Yes.” Autumn said and Starr put her attention back to her. “He sent it to me and you, it sounds like a suicide note.” Autumn said and Starr stared at the computer. Chelsey played with her fingers while sitting on the couch. Autumn sat on the other end and awaited Starr to say something. “Read it.” Chelsey blurted out. “Who’s there.” Autumn sounded shocked when she heard another voice in the background. “Just Derek’s friend Chelsey, she told me what happened.” Starr replied as she pulled the chair underneath the computer desk out and sat in it. She typed in the password to unlock the computer and waited for it to boot up. “How is his mother taking it?” Starr asked as her hand gripped the mouse. “She’s been devastated.” Autumn gave the response Starr knew she was going to hear. “Are you going to check your email?” Autumn asked. “Doing it now.” Starr replied as she clicked on the mailbox icon. “Call me back, the police are on the other line.” Autumn said before they heard the dial tone. Chelsey dreaded getting up but she took her place behind Starr, she wanted to see what this note had said. Starr’s eyes wearily looked over the screen until her face lit up and she saw the new message from Derek Twine. She turned to look back at Chelsey before she got up out of her seat and walked across the room. “I don’t want to read it.” Starr refused. Getting a grip on the fact that Derek killed himself was one thing, but reading a note telling her he was going to do it was too much in her eyes. “You got to know what it says.” Chelsey said as she took a seat in the chair, before Starr could object she clicked the mouse and the email opened.

Why is the world such a dark and lonely place, where no one is ever good enough no matter how much they change or how much right they do? Why is it that when you find true happiness the world only seems to crash and shatter around you? People react different to you, smile in your face and stab you behind your back the first chance they can. Well I’m sick of acting like life doesn’t get me down. My grandmother is sick and dying, but she’s still the most joyous person I know. My dad and I are no longer on speaking terms and I just lost my girlfriend Autumn, the one girl who seemed to soothe every ache in my body with just her touch. If you love something, despite how the saying goes, you should never let it go. They say that Karma is a bitch depending on how you treat her. At times I sat up at night and wondered is this life even worth living. My job walks over me and treats me like shit, I get yelled at for everything I do, nothing is ever good enough. I’ve never gotten so much as a good job Derek. I am thankful for my true friends, those who have yet to turn their back on me, but what else do I have to go on for? How much longer until they bite me also? Before I go there are some people who I have to give an honorable mention to. Autumn. I love you, I have loved you through out thick and thin, through happy times and sad. I figured we were destined to be married but you dumped me. I would have giving it all to you, but you just didn’t want to have it. Instead you accused me of doing everything possible, even cheating. I have never and I would never cheat on you, but that doesn’t matter anymore because you told me I don’t matter anymore. Your mind was made up, and so is mine. I don’t matter to you and nothing else matters to me. May my blood rest on your conscience. You took everything away from me, you held the key to my joy and my pain. You’ve scarred me badly, now I hope my death scars you. Starr. How are you doing buddy, I’m sorry that we have to end on these terms, just know that I respect your friendship and you’ve helped me through everything. But I’m sorry babe, sorry that you cant help me through this. You’ve never experienced pain like this before and I hope you never do. Head up and don’t feel bad, all good things come to an end sooner of later. We’ve had a good run and your still my best buddy. I don’t want you to think any less of me, but this has to be done, I have no motive to go on any further. I love you buddy, now and until the end of time. And to anyone else out there who decided to kick me while I was down, realize that we are all humans, we make mistakes and we shouldn’t be punished so extremely for them. They say that things that go around usually tend to come back around and for all the pain you all caused me I hope I see you in hell sometime. Sincerely Derek. Twine.

Chelsey sat in silence as the note sent goosebumps down her spine. She wanted Starr to say something but she didn’t say anything, she just held her head down and whimpered. She let the pillows absorb her tears and her body twitched as coughs escaped her throat. She felt like she needed to vomit. She leaped off the couch and made her way to the back of the house where the bathroom was located. She dropped to her knees and stuck her head over the toilet, she felt the vomit rise through the pit of her stomach before it exited her mouth. Chelsey ran behind her, grabbing a towel off the rack and handing it to her. “He blamed Autumn for his death.” Chelsey spoke as Starr dry heaved. “That has got to be a tough weight on anyone’s shoulders.” Chelsey continued to blabber on. Starr heaved and heaved until spit dripped down onto her chin, with the towel in her hand she wiped it up. She gripped the toilet seat and hoisted herself to her feet. Chelsey patted her on her back as she walked back into the living room. “That was harsh.” Chelsey continued. “That was just plain nasty.” Starr corrected her. “Poor Autumn.” Starr finished as she plopped down on the couch.

Ballista VI

2008-09-20T17:52:00.001-07:00

“Soul!” Faro yelled at the top of his lungs as Pwn stood overtop of Chell. He took his axe out of her head and looked down at the person he defeated. He knew that he had the biggest target out of them all on him now, but justice was done, maybe Soul would think before he fired his arrows next time. Without saying a word to Faro, he took off across the area. Just finally arose from his slumber and he had Twylight still inside of his sights. He hoisted her above his head. He wanted revenge, he wanted to kill her, you don’t betray your country in the way that she did. Friend or foe, Tone was his closest friend but Ballista rules and friendships are tossed out the window if they aren’t from Sandy. Her blood will most definitely soak the earth, but he wanted to make her suffer, to show her that will not be tolerated. He threw her up against the tree and he awakened Soul. He nudged for him to get his bow ready. Just held Twy’s arm up against it and Soul did his part letting his arrow fly through her hand and sticking into the tree. Just did the same with her other one and Soul followed up. “Now what?” Soul asked as he aimed between her eyes. She had no where to run and all she could do was bleed. Just took out his knuckles that he slaughtered Tone with, the spike-equipped ones. He punched her in the jaw and the spike jammed through her skin, he quickly pulled it out and laughed at the blood that spewed behind it. Soul had his aim onto her when someone grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Faro glared at him with hurt eyes. “You okay?” Just asked as he noticed his friend was shaken up. Faro shook his head no, and they asked him what was up. “Chell’s dead.” He broke the news, and even Twy looked up through her pain at him. “Did you raise her?” Soul asked, “I couldn’t, I’d be slaughtered as long as it will looked at by every Bastokian...” he kept going before Just silenced him. “Name.” Soul said, his bow quivering in his hand. “Give me a name.” he repeated himself. “Pwninator.” He said before Soul and Just took off, leaving Twy to bleed until she died. Drakk and Stella took in the site together, they gasped to themselves. The fighting, the casualties had to stop. She didn’t know the time left on any of the defeated people but she knew that members from the opposing forces had someone playing watchguard for any looking to spare a Raise. It hung in the balance that this was a matter of life and death. She knew the rules, unconscious for an hour and the grim reaper owns your soul and you die. Die, as in not come back. With as much pride as both countries had no one allowed anyone to raise anybody. The death toll, if it was to happen would fall on her hands. She initiated this big fight, even thought everyone agreed on their own, this was her doing. Without saying a word Drakk looked at her, he knew how to read what was on his wife’s mind. “But what about allegiance.” He began, a tear rolled down her face. “I don’t give a shit right now.” She looked at him with hurt eyes. Drakk sighed as he chanted near Volarion, Stella kept an eye out for anyone in the distance who may be targeting her husband. He finished his chant and Vol got up and smiled at them. Drakk took a knee to rest himself, his weakness was wearing away. “It’s over Vol.” She told him, who looked at her surprised. “I refuse to fight anymore.” She said to him, she rested her hand on his shoulder. “But Stella.” He began. “It’s more than just a countries war. At this rate not only will we not speak to each other again, we may never see each other again.” “Did you want the reaper to consume your soul? And you spend an eternity with him?” she looked at him, her tail wagging behind her. “I haven’t thought of the big picture when I declared war. I forgot about the rules of death and how it doesn’t take a backseat to someone’s pride.” Vol bit his lip, he thought to himself. “So who is the winner, who is the strongest?” “Sandy.” Drakk muttered from the ground. “Well regardless of who wins, if the timer runs out on these people, we will all lose something.” Stella preached.

“Move it.” Stu yelled as Tazzy continued to chant under his breath. “Stop.” He ordered again. He looked down at the remains of what was his girlfriend as Falk’s body was fried to a crisp. Stu knew that he was next, as much anger as he felt he was overwhelmed and couldn’t muster up the attack. The thought sinking into his head that his beloved Falk was defeated. It made it even worse because he saw her take her last breath before it was too late to try to stop it. He watched as the fire danced over her body and struck Fantazye also, he looked at the smirk upon the Taru’s face as Stu got on his knees and knelt beside her. Before Taz could do the same to the Ranger as he did to the Thief he was stopped. Drtran nodded to Stu before he cried out “Mommy.” “Get her up…. And now.” Stu ordered with anger in his voice. He looked at the slept Black Mage. The anger flew throughout his veins at a rapid pace. “Stu…” Doc called to him. “Stu…” he said as his bow took it’s aim, it shook due to his hands ,moving rapidly. “Stop… please.” Mrs. walked over towards them and said. “No.” Doc said as he turned to her, despite their friendship this had turned extremely personal. She covered her eyes as Stu unleashed his most deadly attack. Eagle Eye Shot pierced Taz’s skull with such force the arrow left a hole inside his head. She stared in horror as he dropped to the ground. “Raise him.” He told her. “I’m not dumb.” “Raise him.” He yelled and she jumped back and tried to. He watched her as she chanted and she kept her eyes on them. Not once did Stu turn his bow to her, he kept it at his side. When she finished Taz rose to his feet, then plummeted back to the earth again as Stu’s Flaming Arrow took him down. “Raise him.” He yelled, a furious look in his eyes. “No… you will have to kill me before I do that again.”

Ballista V

2008-09-20T17:51:00.001-07:00

Their swords danced, Stella did a nice job of blocking with her shield due to the fact that Rikio was duel-wielding so she had the advantage. Rik jumped back and allowed her Jet Stream to fly at Stella, she dodged it. “You can’t harm me.” She stated as she used Defender. Rik turned and slashed quickly, cutting the Paladin in her leg, she let the scream come out of her mouth. “You’ve done it now.” Stella said as she tapped into her most powerful move, her desperation mode. With Invincible up she became immune to all of Rikio’s attacks, and she used that ability to her favor as she swung her sword at the Blue Mage. “Dude.” Just said as he stopped laughing, Chall laid out on the ground not breathing, “It’s like Mijin-Gakure but you didn’t hurt me.” Just laughed as he recalled Chall cutting himself, no, impaling himself. Chall couldn’t respond, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Just felt bad for the boy, but then again this was Ballista. Just saw Pwn running past him and he decided to turn his frustration onto him. He jumped in the way and swung his fist but Pwn had ducked it and Just cried out in pain as an arrow was lobbed through his chest. “My fault.” Soul cried out, “Shit… my fault.” He repeated as he fired another arrow at Pwn. Just removed it and tried to stop the bleeding. “Soul.” He huffed and puffed. Pwn had managed to get away from Soul and Just stopped him before he could chase after him. “Shit.” He cried as the blood dripped over his hands. “Sorry bro.” Soul cried, “My mind is fucked up right now.” “Are you high?” Just asked, “Naw, but Stu tried to kill Chell and Twy fucking raised Tone.” “She what?” Just spit out, “Yeah…” Soul nodded his head but didn’t look at him. “Looks like we have to pay Twy a visit.” Rogue was on the receiving end of the katana, it broke through her defense and she felt vulnerable. “Seep slow.” She had poisoned Supreme, the poison began to take its effect, draining away her energy, the harder she swung, the more the poison took effect. Sooner or later the poison will wear off, but it will have had its effect of weakening Supreme. Still she managed to swing and Rogue continue trying to play the dodging game, then she felt the cold steel slide across her neck, blood spilled from her wound, Supreme had nicked it. She tried to jump out of the way as Supreme sliced her arm, she rested her body against the tree for support. She saw Supreme standing there, rage built up inside her as it seems as though she was mocking her, waiting for her to plead for her life. The fire burned inside but the pain didn’t subside. Then she noticed Supreme closed her eyes, and then she saw Khom resting against the tree. Baffled she thanked him, he nodded as his pain refused to go away. “Drop the flute!” Riq turned his head and stared at the tall Elvaan kid behind him. Elvane stood with his knuckles equipped, they had spikes on the end of them. Riq backed away as far as he could. “Back off.” Scorpionsys said as he stared at him. Elv shrugged his shoulders and swung his arm, Scorp parried it but Elv swung them too fast, a punch landed into his ribs but Riq’s melodies kept him into the fight. An arrow shot past her face and she jumped, she ran to take cover but bounced off of the Galka. “Where are you going?” Just asked her, as he lifted her up. Twylight trembled in his arms, she was scared to death, she had been caught, found out. “Why are you helping them you rat.” Just cried out, Soul had his aim onto her. “I’m not sorry for what I did, and if you’re going to kill me… fuck it… do it.” She swallowed her fear. “Ready… Aim…” Stu said from his position. Whoosh. Whoosh. The bolts flew out of his crossbow, pricking Soul and Just in the neck. “Meh.” He shot another one, putting Twy to sleep also.

“Die…” Falk shouted as her blades danced into Tazzys skin, he jumped backwards but she still hit him a great deal. “Die…” she shouted at him again, swinging them gracefully in her arms. He softly chanted to himself, and he tried to concentrate despite being attacked. The Silence had worn off on him, and now it was time to get even. As the daggers cut into his arms, his focus was still good. Soon he thought. Lifedrinker Lars kicked Bigby with its legs, sending him crashing against the ground. Blue stood up and ordered her pet to attack. Big looked up at the spider on its hind legs, he swung his dagger in defense but it didn’t do much good. He danced with the spider, and his rage grew as Blue fed her pet food, healing it when it got hurt. He decided to turn his attention to the master, not the pet. He charged at Blue before he was stopped in his tracks, spider webs attached to his legs making him slower than usual, it covered his arms and made them heavier. Blue casually smiled at him as she equipped her axe. Stella lay on the ground, she turned to her side and tried to grab her shield but Rik crashed her blade through her hand. Stella looked into the Blue Mages eyes, she saw the intensity. She didn’t know how powerful a BLU was until she had to tangle with one, even though she used her most powerful attack. Rik wasn’t out yet, and somehow she had gained control over the fight. Stella never wanted to be on the end of another Frenetic Rip in her life, the pain it caused shook her whole body, sending her crashing to the ground, and she knew it was her time to be defeated. She pondered would the Ballista end with her death, or will it continue? Rikio glanced down at her, her sole blade remaining in her hand. Stella looked at her, she shielded her face from the sun to see her better. “Thank you.” Stella said, Rik looked at her puzzled. “Thank me?” she spoke, she stopped her attack to figure out what Stella meant. Stella just nodded, and that’s when Rikio turned around. “Surprise.” Khomet said as he finished his Flare II and the wall of flames behind him came crashing towards Rikio in a hurry. She cried in pain as her body became engulfed before it sent her lifelessly to the ground. Khom extended a hand to help up Stella, who bowed to him nonstop. “Ouch.” Chell said as she grabbed at her neck, they had removed the arrow with limited damage done to her. But she began to feel a little bit woozy and her vision was blurred. “A Blind Arrow.” Faro said as he squeezed it out. She stood on her feet as Faro helped her up. “Where’s Soul?” she turned to ask him, “Fighting.” He replied. Faro tried to lead her away before he stopped and swore. “Move.” Pwn told him, a nasty scowl on his face. “I SAID MOVE!!.” He yelled at Faro again, he had nothing more than revenge on his mind, Soul almost took his life so it was time to even the score. “Man she can’t fight you.” Faro began, Pwn took out one of his axes and aimed it. There was a couple of seconds where nobody moved, no one blinked. No one said a thing, Pwn readied the axe back and forth. “Fuck it. I can’t do this.” “I can’t stare at the face of innocence and strike her down.” He said as he turned and walked away. Faro looked at him confused, but he guided Chell to turn around. They walked a couple of steps before Chell fell into him, her body pressed against his before it came crashing to the ground. “Fucker.” Faro swore as he gaped at the Maneater lodged into the back of her skull.

Ballista IV

2008-09-20T17:50:00.000-07:00

Water rushed through Jugner Forest at a rapid pace, sending Rooghan and Biofao in its tides. Roo’s body crashed along the side of the cliff, his heart stuttered and then it finally stopped. Bio’s Ancient Magic was a lot stronger than his, he swallowed his defeat. “God Damn it.” Falk sighed as she noticed another casualty with Roo defeated. “There goes the BST and BLM.” She said as she took her aim on Mrstaz. She had taken one too many steps toward Drakk and Falk decided that if she takes one more it will be her last. She looked around as though she knew she had eyes on her, and that’s when she spotted Falk in the distance, crossbow raised chest level, aiming between her eyes. She timidly stopped in her tracks, she threw up her hands as if she surrendered. Falk continued to hold her aim. She heard something being chanted behind her, she twist her head and gasped. “FFS.” She cried under her breath as Tazzy conjured under a strong tornado. She watched as the wind whipped and howled around him, then he stopped. Fant had casted Silence on him, and by the graces of Altana it had stuck. They shared blow after blow, swords rung off of each other as the friends dueled with pride. Batt whipped his blade to Aur’s neck and Aur raised his shield to block it, it clanged off the metal, back and forth they went, never actually one upping each other. When their swords met again, it was Batt the smarter one, he lunges his shield into Auron’s skull, the hit was unexpected and it knocked him backwards. He thrust the sword into his torso, piercing his Paladin armor. He flinched from the sting of his blade, but he regained himself and stood back up. A determined look on his eyes as he smiled at Batt, who had a grin on his face. He had finally gotten the best of his good friend. He raised his sword and once again the blades danced off each other. Pwn’s back was against the wall, he was trapped, cornered. He had more muscle than his foe. But Fico was crazy. He swung his axe and he ducked, he swung again and it hit Pwn in his tail as he tried to roll out of the way. He became enraged, he blocked Fico’s next attack and the one after, Fico swung his axes nonstop as if they were lightweights. He never seemed to tire, he had too much aggression inside of him. The force Fico swung the axes with was hard enough to knock one of Pwns out of his hand. A blade hit Fico in the back of the neck, Links looked down at him shocked, she didn’t know if she had killed him or not. She didn’t think she would be strong enough to defeat Fico, but she knew she could take his vision off Pwn until he was able to gather himself. Pwn grabbed his axe off the ground, he dusted the Maneater and turned his attention to the fellow Warrior bent over in pain. He raised his hands to strike before he noticed what was in the distance. “Run.” He turned to Links and said as Soul let his Sidewinder release from his bow. She stared at him confused before the deadly arrow struck her, it entered the side of her neck and flew out the other. He gasped as she hit the ground, and he looked back at Soul who had his aim on him, he took off running as fast as his Galkaan legs would let him. “Coward.” Bluegirl screamed at Bigby, who had his daggers equipped and he twirled them in a circle. “How so, I’m just the smarter fighter.” He said as he peered at her. She kept a close eye on his hands, he wouldn’t be able to take her by surprise again. “That was low.” She spat out at him. “This is Ballista love, no such things as cheapshots.” She had heard enough, she took her fighters stance. Before she could blink he flung his dagger at her, it knocked her to the ground. “You always let me get the first step on you Blue.” He said as he removed his dagger from her body. “You shouldn’t make this so easy.” He said as he stood atop her. “Oh, I won’t.” she said as she fiddle in her bag for something Tone had given her for today, she laid the Clear Blood Broth on the ground and used her whistle. Coming over the hill Big noticed and that’s when panicked. “You whore.” He thrust the daggers down onto her, she threw her shield up as a prayer and it caught his daggers, they almost splintered it into two. “Fuck.” He cried as he tried to pull them out before Lifedrinker Lars made his way towards his master. Rogue ducked the Samurais Katana, she rolled to her side trying to avoid any harm. Supreme didn’t let her attacks stop though, she was upset when she discovered Links and Unreal were defeated. She wanted to hack away everyone, killing a weapon Vol wasn’t satisfying enough for her, she needed more. She spotted Rogue running after Chall had freed himself from the tree and that’s when she approached her, intent on killing her. She blinded Supreme with a spell, and hope it helped her caused that she was swinging the heavy weapon blindly. She stoneskinned herself and prepared herself to fight, or die trying.

Stella took a look at the carnage around her, the fighting, and the deaths. She saw not only her husband, but her good friend defeated. She choked back tears as she held her sword in her hand. She saw Bio, Roo, Vol, everyone defeated. Her mind began to warp as she wondered how the bounce back from this would be. Mythic might not be together much longer, if this hatred continues. She knelt besides Drakk’s body, she touched his face, she knew she had a bright red target slapped onto her back if she tried to raise him. So she didn’t, she just let her glove hand run across his face. She heard a leaf crunch behind her and she turned her head to the side. Rikio glared at her, her swords equipped. Stella arched her back before she stood. She had no more will to fight anymore, she was ready to call an end to the battle. She turned to tell Rik to back off before she saw Rik used Diamondhide on herself. She peered at the Taru’s face hidden behind the Optical Hat. “If we must.” Stella sighed as she let her blade careen off of Rik’s. Twylight had snuck over towards him, she glared at his face. She went a distance and she began to cast Raise. She knew she could get into all type of trouble for it, but he was the closest friend she had on here and she wouldn’t let him be defeated. It was a matter of life and death, his timer was down to ten minutes. She had chanted long enough and finally it was cast. He rose to his feet, and looked around for someone to thank. “I got you, like I said… Always.” Twy said as she bowed to Tone and snuck away. She knew she was going to be labeled as a traitor and she didn’t care, some people were worth more than a countries allegiance. “What a little…” Undyingsoul said as he readied his aim, friend or not, he was going down. He peeked out of his hiding spot to see if Stu was anywhere in sight, he knew if he stood up to long he might never breath again. Stu and Soul had a nice Ranger standoff going, but Stu had been quiet for a couple of minutes and Soul worried he was going to be ambushed. But he was infuriated at what he saw. He let the arrow fly from his bow, striking Tone in the back of the head. He fired again and again until the Beastmaster dropped again. “She fucking raised him.” He told Chell from her hiding spot. “Who?” she asked, she wasn’t paying attention. “Twy’s a fucking traitor.” He screamed at her, he couldn’t believe it. She had her back against the rock, as Soul ducked his head back down with her. “That fucking sucks.” She cried angrily. Soul looked up and fired his bow again. “I know right, what the hell is her problem. She better move to Bastok.” He said as he fired another arrow into the group of Bastokians. “I can’t believe.” He said before he stopped, blood splattered onto his face. He wiped it off with his hands and fired another shot blindly. “They going down.” He told Chell as he shot. “Chell.” He said when she didn’t respond, he gasped at the arrow lodged into her neck. “Shit.” “Faro Faro!” Soul cried for someone to come help her, he couldn’t call Twy because he’d probably kill her. Farozan ran to his side and gagged, “Don’t touch it.” Soul yelled, “Just cure her please.” And Farozan did as he was asked, playing the medic to Chell whose health was draining away. “Eye for an eye.” Undyingsoul said as he widescanned the area and picked out his target. “Try to hit me where it hurts, I can do the same.” He said justified. He knew Stu was the one who tried to kill Chell. Just threw up his fist to block Chall’s Katana, while it had hurt, it sure beats being dead. Chall had stalked him like a buzzard, he saw the pain Unreal inflicted and he pounced at the open opportunity he had in front of him. Just barely got out of the way as Chall’s blade cut the earth. He landed a punch onto Chall, and another, his body wasn’t meant to take these kinds of hits. As big as Just is, his fist hitting Chall felt like boulders being crashed into his body. He backed away from him, his mind woozy, he swung his katana vigorously. He cried out in pain as it ripped through his body, Just stared in awe, and then he burst into laughter. “Are you okay?” he stopped to ask as the katana pierced Chall’s flesh. She had her daggers at his eye level, without his magic he was useless and sadly he knew it. He tried to counteract by fighting with his staff, but all that did was infuriate Falk and by him some more time to live. Tazzy had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. His choices were face death or Warp. With Falk distracted his wife managed to get Drakk up, but he had to run to safety inside of his weakened state.

Ballista III

2008-09-20T17:49:00.000-07:00

“Do we take five steps, turn around and nuke each other?” Rooghan said to Drakkonis. “Your call, Lastokian.” He smirked. Jugner Forest was empty tonight, not many passerby’s wandered through. It was time, the moment they have been waiting days for, time to Ballista. “Your ass is mine.” Justcartilage stared at Tonerith. “Time for a roll call.” Stella said, clearing her voice. “When you hear your name, step to your side.” “Representing San’D’Oria. Drakkonis, Stellaluna, Bigby, Elvane, Volarion, Undyingsoul, Justcartilage, Xchelly, Khomet, Littletazman, Mrslittletazman, Biofao, Fico, Farozan, Rogue, Twylight, Auronffx, Jak and Xantoro.” Stella announced and her troops took their place behind her. “Go Asstok.” Drakk said with a laugh as Tone took the stage, “Representing Bastok.” “Tonerith, Rooghan, Scorpionsys, Rikio, Tashihyu, Falkinn, Sturyko, Links, Suprememogwai, Unrealdjj, Drtran, Pwninator, Challenger, Fantazye, Kairos, Kinnette, Bluegirl, Battosai and Riquelme. And when there names were called, they stepped behind the Beastmaster. “Rules.” Stella said as she looked at Tone. “If someone is knocked unconscious, it is up to their own country to Raise them, we will not spare any Raises.” “Sorry Tone.” Chell had to have a laugh, she has raised Tone more than she did her husband. “Keep the fight clean, and may the better country win.” Stella continued. “But most importantly…” “Leave your anger and hatred here, after tonight I want no more fighting in our shell. It is making me irate.” “Agreed?” Everyone shook their head in unison. With that Stella turned away and her troops sat on the other side of the forest awaiting the cue to start. Sweat dripped off of her forehead, she was nervous. She really pondered what good would this do, but she was angry and upset so she was all for it. “We have the White Mages.” Soul did a triumphant cry. Stu loaded his bow with arrows, he sat behind the tree, his aim across the battlefield, waiting to slow down anyone who had advanced onto his position. “Hey you, want a job, help me out.” Tone laid out some seedbed soil and a funguar came to his side. He peered across the forest at everyone, all his friends, and now all his enemies. “I’m saving Hundred Fists for you.” Just pointed at him as he yelled. Tone cringed a little, he imagine being on the other end of that onslaught. Vol casts Cocoon. He stared at his brother, a little satisfaction in his face. Everyone who could have used shadows cast them immediately. Soul sat atop the hill, his aim was dead set, the minute the gun fired for them to start, Bastok would have one person being filled with arrows. Bluegirl had CourrieCarrie come to her side and she hugged him, and wished him good luck. The White Mages all Reraised themselves. Pwn’s axes shook in his hands. “Tone, let’s see how a lolblm does.” Khom jeered from his position. “I hope you like being asleep.” Roo nodded his head to Tone, hopefully what those two had planned will work. Pwn heard a soft and enticing melody being played in the background and he turned to smile at Riq. With his Katana in his hand, Chall looked up at the opposing forces for the first time, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for this.

Pop! They heard the gun sound off and that’s when they took off. Just took the liberty of going after the fungus that came from behind him trying to attack. As he laid his fist into it, a pain in his back causes him to stop. Tone had his axe swinging without a care, and when Just turned to punch him, he blocked it with his shield. The funguar kicked at his legs, and that’s when he turned to see it run off, chasing the Ranger who fired upon it. “Over Here!” Stella yelled as she Provoked Tone, who had no choice but to do a fight with her. He ordered his pet to attack, but it wasn’t in range to hear his words. Stella swung her sword and it cut him on the hand, he tried to block her next one and it hit him in the wrist. He screamed as the pain shot through his body. Just tried to add a punch in but a crossbow bolt struck him in the leg and his vision became blurred. Falk sighed as she bought Tone just enough time to recover and focus on Stella. Stu moved from behind the tree, he fired an arrow rapidly into the distance and took cover as one shot by him, barely missing him. Soul looked up from the rock he was taking cover behind, and fire another arrow blindly towards Stu. Pwn had laid an axe into Stella’s back, turning her attention to him, he ducked her angry swing and then his eyes shut on his as Drakk put him to sleep. “Roo.” Stella cried as she noticed the grin on Rooghans face. As a cold gust swept through the area as Blizzaga II was cast. It took its effect and Stella and Drakk took a knee, and Pwn bowed to Roo. Chell looked to her side nervously, she was standing next to Faro and Twy. They knew they were a target, but they just didn’t know when. They had Bigby watching from a distance, looking out for them if anyone came near. “Shit.” He swore and caused them to scramble as the crab broke its way through. He fired his bolts at it, but he kept missing. He took his aim, and took a breath and fired it again, this time it bounced off of its shell and it turned to attack him. “Stupid BST.” He said as he readied to slaughter this crab. “Stupid THF” Blue said as she cut Big across the wrist with her axe. He cursed and turned away from her, he dropped to his knee. “Blue.” He began to plead. “I don’t want to fight you, it’s nothing personal.” He said with his back turned to her. “We’ve been too good of friends for this.” She put her axe on its holster. “You’re right, friendly truce?” she asked as she extended her arm to help him up. A crossbow bolt flew through her neck and she gasped for air. “Stupid BST.” He said again as he got up and used Flee, taking off full speed across the area. “Damn that was evil.” He laughed to himself. Rogue took her stand by the tree, and for some reason, she ducked. Chall’s Katana became lodged into the wood, and he tried to pull it out but it was jammed in there too deep. She took out her club and beat him over the head with it repeatedly, taking advantage of his mistake. The wind kicked up all around Tone, and he wondered why. He looked around and that’s when he saw him. Khomet was conjuring up a Tornado. “Doc, Roo!” He shouted as Doc stunned Khom’s Ancient Magic. “Shit bro.” Doc cried out to Tone as a warning, Littletazman began casting Burst II. Tone sprinted out of range and prayed that the Taru didn’t get enough concentration to fry him to a crisp. His feet picked up speed before he felt a pain in his abdomen. “Going somewhere?” he stared up at Justcartilage. “I’ve been waiting for this.” Just used Hundred Fist. Blow after blow sunk into Tone’s body, shattering bones as his fist rapidly beat him to a pulp, he continued until he pummeled Tone onto the ground, and even then his onslaught continued. Tone looked into his eyes as a burst of lightning struck from the heavens sucking out his last breath. Liltazzy jumped for joy near Khomet, and their plan had worked. Just nodded to them and walked off to find someone else to rape. “Shit.” Falk scanned the battlefield to find Tone unconscious.

As Kairos drew near, Khom smirked as he began casting Flare II. He laughed, but he tried not to do it too hard that he breaks his concentration, he knew for a fact that Kair couldn’t survive this, he was too weak. Claws ripped him apart and broke his focus on his spell, when he finished his recoil he turned to face Rikio. She pointed her Ifrits Blade at him, and then she stabbed him. Pwn had stood atop Drakkonis, and let his axes come crashing down to the earth. Drakk couldn’t get out of the way, he was defeated. A Red Mage was no match for a Warrior in a head to head fight, but Drakk wouldn’t turn away. Chell rushed over to him, and backed away as Pwn stared at her, daring her to bring him back. He equipped his axes and glared into her eyes. “Soul.” She shouted, as Pwn ran towards her he tripped. Bigby dashed through in the blink of an eye and used his daggers to cut down the limbs of his bigger foe. “The bigger they are, the dumber they fall.” He had a laugh. “The smaller they are, the eviler they become.” Blue said as she turned to face Big. Fico and Batt were battling it out, Fico was stronger by chance, but Batt could take the hits. Batt was wearing Fico out before Vol interrupted. His Mandilur Bite annoyed Batt, but nothing he could do but try to hold his own against the two. “Stop!” Auron screamed as he ran towards his friend. Fico and Vol halted their attacks. “It’s time you face me.” He unsheathed his sword and challenged his friend. Fant did her job of curing Batt as best as she could, with the extra help. He provoked Auron and used Berserk. Fico decided to let the friends battle it out. Chell’s Raise was broken midcast as an arrow whizzed past her face, causing her to jump and break. “That’s my fucking wife.” Soul yelled from his hiding spot, he fired another arrow towards Stu. “I don’t care mate, she try to raise him again and my next one won’t miss.” Stu yelled, his hiding tree was full of Soul’s arrows, most of which he took and fired back at him. They both had their own pain, Stu had hit Soul in his shoulder when he popped his head up too fast, and Soul had caught Stu in the leg. “Chell, go somewhere.” Soul had to call her off, he wasn’t taking the risk of calling Stu’s bluff. As Roo tried to Raise Tone, he was stunned. Bio wouldn’t allow that to happen. He laughed at the Taru. And at the same time, they both started casting Flood. They sat there, challenging each other, they will see who was the strongest soon enough. Just laid his fist in Unreal, pounding into he was hit with a sedative. Falk once again bout someone some time to live as her sleep bolt knocked Just out like a light. Unreal tapped Just on the shoulder. Unreal used Mijin-Gakure. An inferno burned through Just’s body, he was down, but he wasn’t out. Vol crept up behind the Black Mages, a smile spread on his face as Tashihyu and Drtran didn’t hear him arrive. “Long Live SANDY.” Vol shouted as he emerged in front of them and then used Self-Destruct. From his weakened spot on the ground, he smiled to himself. Even their Stoneskin couldn’t fully protect them from that surprise attack. Tash sprawled on the ground, she leaned over to Doc and he was still up and kicking also, he was just hurt. Supreme let her blade hack into the weakened Vol, he took his defeat with pride.

Ballista II

2008-09-20T17:48:00.000-07:00

“Who do we have?” Rooghan asked, he scanned the linklist of Bastokians. “Chall, Fal, Stu, Tone, Riq, Kairos, Fantazye, Pwn, Kinn, Scorp.” Rooghan read the list off to himself. He was thinking of who else was there. “And who do they have?” Chall asked, sitting nervously in his chair. Rooghan laughed, “Just, Stella, Drakk, Soul, Chell, Vol, Big, Faro, Auron.” He read off most of the names. They were sitting in Bastok Mines, preparing as Friday seemed to blow past them. Before they knew it, they would go to sleep tonight, and tomorrow emerge as champions they believed. Every word spoken in the linkshell had a bitter tone behind it. It seems as thought the Windurstians weren’t safe either, Stella had made the announcement that if you are from Windy that you had to pick a side to fight along with. She promised that no grudges would be held upon those who decided to go fight for Bastok, she figured they needed all the help they could get. She didn’t want it to get this far, because she feared after the battle, things wouldn’t get better, only worse. Both sides have way too much pride and before she knew it, she figured they would fight once a week. “Roo you got to play medic.” Tone told him. “Sure if you play Refresh whore.” He laughed, Tone shook his head no. “I want to blow them up.” He said with an evil grin spread on his face. “You get that jug yet?” Roo asked him, Tone casually smiled at him, he had a secret weapon in his bag. “Prick their Elvaan loving asses.” Chall jumped up excitedly. “Are you two okay with this?” Tone turned to Fant and Kair, they were really new to the shell, and now they were lacing up their gear for a fight. They nodded their head, ready or not it seemed like they didn’t have a say so in the matter. Chall took today to train Kairos in the art of using a Warrior in a fight, and Tone helped Fant realize that as a Red Mage, her buffs will be her best friends. “Who is the biggest problem?” Soul said as he puffed on his substance, he was toasted tonight, because tomorrow he wouldn’t impair his ability to help his team. Last thing they need is Soul plucking arrows at them. He laughed at the thought. “Nine times out of ten, Roo is going Black Mage.” Stella looked at her troops. “Then you have the Beastmaster.” Just nodded. “I’ll rape his pets, you rape him.” He was still looking to break even with Tone after the last encounter they had, they were good friends, but haven’t spoken since that day. “And finally Stu and Chall.” “Chall?” Vol laughed. Soul patted him on the back, he was laughing right along with him. “He’s a Samurai, I wouldn’t count him out.” “And Stu has deadly aim.” Soul let them know. “The guy can shoot.” They were going over their battle plan, because tomorrow they would not take a defeat. “But Chall?” Vol shook with laughter, “He’ll prolly swing it so hard trying to impress people that he would cut himself.”

“Hundred Fists is a nasty move.” Tone reminds them to fear Just’s two hour ability. “If he get that to go off, we in trouble.” “Then what about Soul?” Stu looked at them and asked. “Stay away from Stella, she can take the hits.” Rooghan advisied, “Go after the mages.” He laughed, knowing that he is going to be a target himself. “We fighting to the last man standing?” Kairos asked with the adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Is it wrong that we kill Chell?” Riq asked, he had been silent most of the meeting. “We love Chell to death, but she’s fair game.” Tone said and Riq shook his head in agreement. Riq was playing the assist role, playing melodies that will hopefully help them win the battle. “So… we take out Just, Drakk, Chell, Faro…” Fant recounted what she had learned. “I have three more people from Bastok that float between linkshells, want me to bring them?” She looked up and asked. “Jobs?” Roo asked. “Ninja, Samurai and a Warrior, but like me, they’re not that strong.” “Suprememogwai, Links and Unrealdjj.” She finished. “Any help is greatly appreciated.” Stu and Fal nodded. “Get them, I’ll try to call Pwn and see if he still is down for this.” The floaters of the LS didn’t have to fight. Tone smiled as he noticed who was walking through the town of Bastok. Two of them, one was permanent, the other a floater. Tashihyu waved with Rikio by her side. He ushered them to him, Rik was a Blue Mage and Tash was a Black Mage, he dialed up some favors from them seeing as how they were/still are in shell, that made them eligible. “Let’s show these asses why they are called Lastok.” Drakk raised his beer cup and toasted with Soul. “Ok guys, we have the battle plan, everyone get some rest and gather up in the morning. Tomorrow we send the point home.” Stella nodded to Bio and Fico, two Windurstians who have sided with Sandy. With that, they headed out for home. Tomorrow would be the epic battle. Bastok Vs. Sandy, time to put up or shut up…

Ballista

2008-09-20T17:46:00.000-07:00

The tensions were brewing this morning, the after effect of a conversation gone awry. It seemed as if the linkshell was divided, people from one nation only spoke to their own kind. It had been a horrible night before, there has never been so much fussing in Mythic. Voices were raised, and insults were thrown, and the end of it all left them bitter inside. Friendships took a backseat for pride. One nation, under Altana can rule each and every week. The argument was what nation was better, the citizens of San’d’Oria felt as though they always reigned supreme, given the fact that Mythic started, well in it’s old shell, as a Sandy only shell. Then the people from Bastok began to pour into it, it was a welcoming gesture because friendships don’t apply to any one nation. They have become a melting pot of the three nations, Windurst folks piled inside of the place that people call Mythic. It was great, but there were always tension that brewed whenever the results were tallied. “Oh my god, what a surprise.” Drakkonis began, looking up at the scoreboard overtop of the Auction House. “Lastok.” He laughed to himself. Sandy once again had control over the world, and he loved to rub it in. The people of Sandy did a triumphant cry, and the members of Bastok seethed a little inside. Windy played it natural, this was their second straight week coming in second. “That makes how many third place finishes for Asstok Tone?” Drakk turned to his friend and asked. Tone looked at him but he didn’t reply. “I think that’s six… no seven.” Undyingsoul said with a laugh. “Gay.” Was all Tone could mutter. “It’s okay… I told you to move to the best country in the world ages ago.” Drakk began. “Now why would I move to a shitty place like that?” Rooghan said as he overheard their conversation. “Because we’re better than you.” Soul laughed, resting his hand on Tone’s shoulder, he jerked his body away from him. “What is in that desert town named Asstok anyway?” Drakk turned to Tone and asked. “Oh right, Alchemy, you get to mix potions with the losers.” He said noting the Alchemy guild where Tone was currently studying. “We can kick the chit out of you anyday.” Was all he replied, his face on the scoreboard, looking at where Bastok has finished last for the seventh straight week. “You guys wished.” Soul said, with his wife Xchelly looking on. “Why do you guys suck so bad?” Drakk’s wife Stellaluna decided to get in on the joke. “Because how can you fight for a country that has the population of like twenty people?” Justcartilage asked, it was a linkshell meeting inside of Ru’Lude Gardens, and everyone inside the shell was to report. They had bigger matters to discuss, but that was sidetracked when the winners were announced. Kairos looked on, nervous, he wanted to speak his mind, but being new he stayed quiet, him and Fantazye just took it all in good graces. Bio and Fico enjoyed in on the laughter, they weren’t winners, but they weren’t losers either. They hailed from the town of Windurst, so that made them break even. “Can we discuss the matter at hand?” Tone decided to ask. “You’re from Lastok, you sit and are quiet.” Drakk had another laugh. Stella told him to knock it off, before it gets out of hand, and she was ready to make her ls announcement. “Okay, this is what I have planned. A lot of people need things to be done, and I say we devote one day coming up to working on it. That goes for prommies, Avatars and anything else. If anyone needs their Artifact they need to speak up and we will try to arrange people to assist you.”

At that moment Drakk raised his hand. Stella sighed but she let him speak, she knew something smart was going to come out of his mouth. “Can we not let the members from Asstok go?” The Bastokians turned to him, “Because with all their suckiness I’m sure we will all just die or they will get us killed so we can lose some Sandy conquest points.” Stella regretted letting him speak, but before she could calm the situation down, it blew out of hand. “Fuck off.” Falkinn yelled from her seat, Sturyko had to restrain her back. Soul and Drakk had a laugh together, it was all in good humor they thought. “Well how the fuck do you win, Soul dies daily.” Roo spat. Soul rolled over on his side “True Strike.” “But still… we…. Win.” “Guys let’s not get personal.” Stella tried to calm it down. “Did we anger you guys, if so… then I’m sorry.” Drakk said sincerely. “No… I get snappy at...” Falk began before Drakk finished with “Sorry you guys suck so goddamn badly.” He laughed again, Falk nostrils flared. She jumped up and pointed her Dagger towards him. “I’ll cut you.” She yelled, some of the shell members began to look a little startled. “Falk…” Stella tried to calm her down, but the look in Falk eyes told her it wouldn’t be easy. “Bab.” Stu called to her, her knife near Drakk’s throat. Drakk eyes grew big with excitement, and then it turned into anger. “Get that out of my face.” He said, his voice as serious as it has ever been. “I don’t need to take shit from you Sandy assholes.” She replied, not removing her aim on his throat. “All you guys do is give us chit, Lastok this, Lastok that.” Tone spat out, he always gets a little edgy when he has to defend his nation. “And flat out, I’m sick of it.” “Tone…” Chell and Stella called to him at the same time. “Just take the joke bro.” Just said, placing his hand on Tone’s shoulder. He smacked his hand away, “I can, but not today.” A newly sober Just meant a quicker tempered Just, had he been drunk he wouldn’t have minded Tone’s attitude. “Stop crying like a bitch Tone.” He fought back. “Every week, you guys fucking suck, it’s not our fault.” Just finished. “Do we now?” he turned to him and asked, he laid out a jug filled with blood and a Diremite came to its master. “Tone…” Chell began, she really hated spiders. “Scary.” Just laughed, he tried to pet it but it hissed at him, legs arched as if he would attack. “Tone.” Bluegirl snapped at him to restrain his pet. “Tone call your pet off now!” Stella ordered, her voice carried loudly, so loud that the people who were passing by heard her. She didn’t like airing their drama out for the world to see. With the spider in an attacking position, Just stood up and stomped his powerful leg down on it. Before it could attack Soul blasted it with arrows. Stella turned her attention to the angry Beastmaster. “That shit was uncalled for.” She scolded him. “We won’t tolerate that shit in here.” She said to him, her voice above a whisper, but everyone there heard her. Tone didn’t say a word to him, he just got up and moved to the other side, followed by the rest of the Bastok nation that called Mythic home. There they sat divided. “That was fucking low bro.” Just spat out after taking his seat, his face puffed due to anger. “Call a GM or stop bitching.” Tone cursed, he knew if a GM was called then he was going to be banned for the offense.

“If we can’t settle this kindly…” Stella began. “If Drakk can’t refrain from being a dick.” Falk spat. Almost in a mocking tone. “I know Drakk can be rough but watch what you say.” Stella defended her husband, she was becoming annoyed. “You need to control his mouth.” Challenger said, his brother Volarion hailed from Sandy, but yet in still, they were divided. “No one needs to watch…” he began before his wife stopped him. “Is it really that serious, that was the lowest you could’ve stooped Tone, I’m very pissed you would try to attack a fellow shell member, not only that, a friend.” Stella said in a calm tone. “You just made it personal bro.” Just glared at him from across the room. “We were only joking.” Soul said, trying to calm the tensions down. “Fuck that.” Tone said. Stella walked over to his side of the room. “Beware, you come close to me, you may suck.” He mocked her husband. “Let’s not make this personal.” She said as she looked down on him sitting in his chair. “Too late.” He replied stubbornly. He got up to face her, they sat face to face. “Take a seat.” She didn’t like being opposed, she was up for criticism and she could take it, but she doesn’t like being disrespected. He poked her Paladin chest-plate with his finger. “I just touched a God.” “Tone, for the last time.” She grabbed his finger and twisted it, “Take a seat.” He shoved her away, and that’s when Drakkonis hit him, it took him off guard. Sturyko shoved Drakk away, and before they knew it, Mythic was up and scuffling. “Enough!!” Stella yelled at the top of her lungs. Everyone stopped fighting and turned their heads to her. “I didn’t want to do this, but I have to.” She said in between breaths. She shoved Tone in the chest one last time. “You got a problem with Sandy, then beat us.” She yelled as she pushed him. “You all want to prove that we can kick your ass, I wanted to spare your feelings, if that’s the case.” Stella huffed. “I hate to have my fucking home divided and fighting, this shit is driving me crazy.” “Get your fucking daggers, get your swords and your axes, Tone bring your pets.” “Saturday Night... Jugner Forest… San’d’Oria vs. Bastok… Ballista.” “Leave your pride on the battlefield.” She said as she stormed off. Everyone sat up, a gleam in their eyes. Bastok rejoiced, they wanted this, to fight. Now it was time to rally the troops and prepare for Saturday night. They sat as a home divided….

The Howling IV

2008-09-20T10:49:00.000-07:00

Stella had to react quickly as her eyes searched for Fico. He had got off of his bird and stood behind Auron, he clenched his axe in his hands. He wasn’t prepared to fight him, just stall him until Stella had enough time to gather herself and reach town. He felt once inside the town wall Auron couldn’t reach her and she would be safe. Auron walked towards her on all fours as she sat too horrified to move. Auron curled his lips back and showed off his teeth. Stella’s eyes drifted towards Fico as he slowly crept up behind him. He didn’t know what it was he was going to do, and he knew he was risking his life even attempting it. Before he knew it he provoked Auron and he turned his head to face him. Fico motioned for Stella to run but she seemed too petrified to try. Auron stood up as he stared at Fico, his anger boiling over inside of him. He wanted to finish the Warrior once and for all so that he didn’t pester him anymore. His claws lunged out at Fico who countered with his axe. “Stella move!” he yelled as he struggled to keep the beast off of him, he wasn’t in any shape after the last encounter with Auron to encounter him again. “Fico stop!” She yelled as she stood on her feet. She unsheathed her sword and glared at the red fur on Aurons body, her face twisted with disgust. “It is me he wants.” She said as she readied her shield before she provoked him. “I want power.” Auron said with a snarl as his claws knocked Fico’s axe to the ground rendering him defenseless. “Power?” she looked at him and asked. “Leadership brings power. Hand me your shell.” He said as he looked at Fico, he motioned towards him and Stella got the idea. He threatened Fico’s life if she didn’t go with his idea. She couldn’t let her shell be lead by someone in Auron’s frame of mind, it was too dangerous. “What made you like this?” Stella asked and Auron looked at the full moon. His body shook as he basked in the moonlight. “A poison.” He replied as he turned his body towards her. He began to take steps toward her and with each step she cowered a little inside. “I’m sorry.” Kairos said to Bio again as they ran through Jugner Forest. “Shut up already.” Bio said patiently, if he apologized again he was going to rip his jaw out. “I just want to make sure Stella is safe.” Bio said as his feet kept pace with Kairos’s chocobo. The moonlight hit his back and he took a moment to bathe in it. His fur shining with glimmer as Kairos looked on quietly. “So I take it you’re a good werewolf.” He finally said as Bio began to take off again. He slapped his chocobo to keep up. Bio ran on all four legs to pass as a Notorious Monster wolf if he was ever spotted by another person and he would just snarl at them and run their way and hope they took off and didn’t try to kill them. He laughed at the idea that Kairos had. He wanted him to scare his friend into thinking he was aggro’d by an unbeatable monster and watch him cower for his life as Bio played with him. If Stella’s life wasn’t in jeopardy then the humorous side of Bio would have agreed to go along with it. He saw the exit and smelled Auron’s scent and he picked up his speed.

“You can’t have my shell.” Stella said with tears rolling down her eyes. She had a mouthful of dirt as Auron sent her crashing to the ground when she objected to naming him leader. She whimpered because Fico lay next to her defeated. Auron’s anger struck ablaze and he assaulted him because Fico interfered. All it took was a couple of swipes before he brought the Warrior down and Fico didn’t put up much of a fight. Blood marks where left on Stella’s face where Auron swiped her. “I don’t want to kill you.” She recalled him saying before he struck her. She had a mixture of blood on her, some of it hers and some of it belonged to Fico. “Please, let’s do this the easy way.” Auron glanced at her and said as she clutched her sword in her hand. She shook her head again and he lunged on top of her, she threw her diamond shield up and he almost made it cave in. He reached his mouth out for her neck and she squirmed out of the way. “Grr.” He said as his claws ripped into her skin causing her to cry out in pain. His ears perked up and his body went berserk again. He drove his claws through her neck leaving a wound the size of an apple through her neck. He waited for her to bleed to death. He didn’t want it to get this far but he felt as though he had no choice at the moment. He looked down into her Mithran eyes and turned and ran away. “Shit.” Kairos said as they approached the figures on the ground. “Too late.” Bio said angrily. “Go in town and get someone out here to raise these two.” Bio ordered at the shooken Kairos. He was a wreck looking at Auron’s destruction. “You got less than an hour. Move it.” Bio said as Kairos stepped through the gates and entered Upper Jeuno. Bio led his grip of Stella go and her body fell to the ground again. He moved over to Fico and looked at him. He decided it was time to go after this rogue wolf before he tried to run Mythic. Bio had to hold a team meeting, but he couldn’t in this form. With the moon shining brightly he wouldn’t be able to be a Taru again. He was stuck, inform the shell or run after Auron….

The Howling III

2008-09-20T10:48:00.000-07:00

“What? What? What?” Stellaluna stared at Fico. Her ears seemed to have been deceiving her. “What?” she shook Fico in her hands, she hated to see a grown man tremble. “You have to go.” He stammered as he answered her. She stared at him blankly again, she shook her head. “And why am I leaving?” she asked as he pushed her out the door. “It just isn’t safe.” He said as he rushed her out of her MogHouse. “Fico.” She said taking a stand, “What the hell is wrong with you?” She peered at him through his helmet. She knew Fico was as brave a Warrior as she had ever seen, but something had him choked up tonight. “It’s Auron.” He spoke lowly, people started to stare at the scene he was causing by shoving her out of her house, maybe they thought she was under arrest, either way, people stared nonetheless. “Auron?” she quizzed, “What about him?” Fico began to tell her, and then he stopped. He pondered exactly how to say what was on his mind, rather than saying it flat out. AURON WANTS TO MURDER YOU. He shook his head, no he couldn’t do that. Stella didn’t put up much of a fight, she grabbed her belongings and following Fico out of the gate to West Ronafure. “Where are we going?” she asked him, “Somewhere safe.” Was all he replied to her, they pushed ahead on their chocobos. When they entered the Plateau they decided to swap their old birds for newer ones. All the while they traveled Stella was looking to find out what about Auron had Fico shaky. “Tell me what’s going on.” She said as they entered near the crag. Fico got off of his bird and paid the fare to rent a new one. “I will soon.” “No.” she stomped her foot into the ground, “Tell me now or I am not getting onto this bird.” She sat stubbornly. Fico looked at her, ushering her to hurry up. “I mean it, I’m not riding anywhere until I know why I am running.” Fico sighed as he got off of his bird again. “You owe me 323 gil.” He laughed as he stood near her. He prepped himself to tell her what he knew, the encounter they had. Kairos looked around in the quiet night. People were starting to act different towards him, but he realized that was his own fault. What were people suppose to think when they tele here and see a grown man balled into the corner of the crag shaking. His fear was getting the best of him, it’s been nearly two hours and Auron hadn’t shown up yet. He realized that he wasn’t coming for him. It was a long way back to Bastok though, he decided maybe he would run back to Jeuno and call it a night in a rented room. So he dusted himself off, smirked at the onlookers and walked away, heading for the mountains, those damn dreaded mountains. As he zoned and took a step, his heart became wrenched with dread. He had a bad feeling about this, but he had to press on, Port Jeuno wasn’t that far away, he knew if he could just make it into a town he would be safe. So he ran, taking off down the pathway and rushing for the next zone. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw it. “No.” his mind died out on him, leaving him standing there. He couldn’t function or think or get out of the way. He saw the wolf, and all he could do is tremble. Stella rolled on her side with laughter much to Fico’s demise. “Stella…” he said angrily, her gut seemed about to burst. “Oh my.” She laughed from her spot, banging her fist against the soft dirt as Fico told her the story. “Fico… I love you… but maybe you and Bio should lay off the drinks.” She said, stopping her laughter for a split second. She looked over his torn gear, and laughed again. “Nice prank you guys.” She said again. “I’m not lying, Auron is a werewolf, and Bio is too.” He said with a serious face, it was annoying him that she didn’t believe him. “Sure they are, and I bet they will jump out right now and say ‘Boo’.” She laughed again. “And shit, Just is the Easter Bunny and Tone is the tooth fairy.” She rolled on her side, despite his anger, Fico laughed at that one too. He grabbed her arm, “Stella, in all seriousness.” “Werewolves are a myth Fico.” “They aren’t real.” “And how did they become a werewolf? Overnight.” “That’s why we are going to Jeuno, we are going to that goblins shop that sold them the drinks.” He stated. “I think it had something to do with that, they both felt sick after drinking it.”

He swung his axe, and it cut him in the neck, a startling howl leaped out from his throat. Kairos continue to hack and slash, but no matter how many times he hit him, he could take it. “Please… Leave me alone.” He said as he backed away from the wolf. He crept closer and closer to him, each stepping making Kairos die inside. “Please.” He said again and again. The wolf jumped onto him, pinning him down onto the ground until he had nowhere to go, no room to squirm. “Stop hitting me.” He snarled, snapping his teeth to put emphasis on his words. “You can talk.” Kair looked up at him startled. “I’m not here to hurt you.” Bio said as he headbutted Kair. “So stop attacking me.” Kair had to regain his senses, and that had hurt him a great deal. “Stella is in danger and Fico too.” Bio snapped, his voice drawling because of anger. “So I would appreciate if you wouldn’t attack me.” Bio became irate, he was never this hot tempered before, and it must have come with the change. Being a wolf is hard if you don’t have control over your anger, you can hurt any and everyone without a care. “Now.” Bio said as he stood up and lifted Kairos with him. “Will you help me, or will you just get in my way.” He clenched him by his vest. His claws were sharp and he showed Kairos that by adding “If you stand in my way, I will have to dispose of you.” Kair swallowed the hard lump of spit that was caught in his throat. As their chocobos took off through Batallia Downs, they were almost at the zone for the town of Jeuno. Stella had stopped laughing at Fico, she didn’t believe him, but she thought it was really rude to laugh. “Fico…” Stella halted her bird, something she thought she saw in the distance terrified her. “We are almost there Stella.” He said as his chocobo continued. Still she stared behind her, she felt something following her. “Fico…” she yelled as she kicked her bird and it took off running. Fico looked behind him as the dark red fur that covered Auron’s body greatly approached them. “Go!” he shouted and Stella and her bird did just that. “For fuck sake you weren’t joking.” She screamed as her bird caught up with his. She looked behind her and saw nothing. She knew she saw it, and now it was time for her to become a believer in myths. “Where the hell did he go?” she asked as panic consumed her. She heard his howl, it shattered every thought in her head as fear really sunk into her chest. “I see it… Jeuno.” Fico yelled excitedly, he looked behind him one last time and Auron wasn’t anywhere in sight. Stella pressed her chocobo ahead, rushing, racing. Her chocobo let out a pained squeal, and before she knew it she was lying face first in the dirt, pain rushed to her face as she crashed head first. She lifted her head to see her yellow bird covered in dark red blood. Auron ripped it to shreds, and on its blood he drank. Stella trembled but she didn’t move because she couldn’t. She was too horrified at what she was witnessing. He lapped at the blood with his tongue and then he howled again and cocked his head in her direction. His teeth drenched in red blood. “Power.” He said as he looked at her, and she stared back at him confused….

The Howling II

2008-09-20T10:46:00.000-07:00

Bio sped up his feet as fast as he could, running making sure he didn’t trip. He could hear Auron breathing behind him, he could feel his presence. He looked ahead of him, and Fico and Kairos was out of sight, nowhere to be found. Still he had to run, if he stayed he would sure make a nice dinner for someone. He felt a claw dig into his legs, he stumbled. “Just like a horror movie.” He said to himself as his laid on the ground. Auron stalked overtop of him, sniffed him. “Look…” Bio said as he looked Auron in his yellowish green eyes. “I’m…” he began before Aur snarled, saliva running off of his lips. Bio thought of a way to stall him, he sure didn’t want to die. “What happened to you?” he asked trembling from his spot on the ground. Auron cocked his head to the side, listening for something in the distance. He paid no mind to Bio, he used his senses to pick up a new scent. He then turned his head back to Bio, the innocent Taru looking mighty delicious on the ground. “Stay out of my way.” He growled at Bio, almost as if giving him a warning. With that, Auron took off in another direction. Bio got up and dusted himself off, sweat poured down his face even on the chilliest of nights, his fear made him sweat as if he was in the desert. His heart stopped and went so many times he thought he’d died and went to Taru Heaven, the place he always dreamed it would be, cluttered with half naked Mithras. He shook his head from his dream, his ears twitched, and he heard a noise. It sounded like something crashing, shattering in the quiet night air. He looked around him puzzled, he saw no one anywhere in sight. This freaked him out because he knows what he heard, but he couldn’t explain it because there was nothing to see. His stomach wailed a hungry growl, he didn’t understand it, he couldn’t be hungry, and it wasn’t possible. Kairos ran through the Canyon. He and Fico had parted ways near the zone, hoping that Auron would still be sleep and they could be way ahead of him where he arises from his slumber. Technically Aur wasn’t a monster, so they don’t know if the enmity rule is in effect for him, but seeing as how Bio slept him, all the anger would shift onto Bio. At least that’s what the hoped, sad for Bio, good for them. But his feet were steadily growing tired, he needed to rest his legs, he couldn’t help it. If Auron was on the hunt for him tonight, then surely he would catch him. With that, he stopped, he was at the Crag of Mea, he knows that he’s somewhat safe, because people come through here a lot, and at least he wasn’t by himself. He hugged up against the wall of the Telepoint. His body landed and crashed against the crates. Pain shot throughout his entire body as Aur stood atop of him. Fico looked with pain at the monster that Aur had become. He didn’t know how he found him, but all Fico remember is running, then he became airborne. Aur cut his lips back to reveal his teeth, he then let out a howl, a long deep bellowing sound, Fico grabbed his axe tightly, he had no choice but to try and fight him. Aur noticed that Fico heartbeat had changed, it was thumper a little faster, part of it was excitement, and the other was fear. He sulked around the Warrior, moving in a menacing circle, not taking his eyes off him. When Fico rose to his feet, that’s when Aur spoke. “Power.” Was all he said, and Fico stared at him puzzled. “I want power.” He snarled at him again. “You have it.” Fico stared at him and said.

Auron shook his head, “No… I want… power.” He said as he gazed at the moon. “I don’t know what made me like this, but it’s not going to stop, my body has been altered.” “And I want power…” was all Auron kept saying. “You have all type of power, werewolves have amazing strength.” Fico knew a little about the creatures that were suppose to be just a myth. “No… I want to be head of the pack.” He said as he snarled again. “Nothing will stand in my way of dominance.” The young wolf said. That’s when Fico caught on, and that’s when he readied his axes. His brain fluttered as he thought about what Auron meant. Werewolves are very dominant creatures, and they eliminate anyone who stands above them but are weaker than them. That’s when Fico realized what was on his agenda. He knew who Auron was going after…. Stellaluna. She was Mythic’s leader, and Auron was a part of her shell, but he wanted the dominance that carried the title of LS Leader. “You’ll be foolish to stand in my way.” Auron knew what was going on in Fico’s mind when he got himself ready for a fight. Being a werewolf takes a lot of control, you have to learn to control the urges when necessary. Auron’s claws ripped Fico’s Hauberk almost in half, shredding it, leaving his bare chest expose for Auron to make one quick deadly blow. He hoped it hasn’t come to this, but he couldn’t control himself, Fico was being more dominant than he, and that angered him. Although the beast has taken over inside of him. He hoped that he could not have to kill Stella, he hoped that she crowned him king peacefully. You stay out of my way, I stay out of yours. Auron lunged himself on top of Fico, who parried his claw by wielding his axes, catching Aur’s arm. He squirmed and tried to break free. Fico kicked Auron off of him, and rolled out of the way as his claw split the dirt. He scrambled to his feet and backed up as Auron stood to face him. He was backed into a corner, he had nowhere else to run. With his back pressed against the wall, Fico glared at him. He knew it was his time to go. He had put up a bit of resistance, but Auron was ten times stronger. Auron charged towards him. Auron picked up another scent, and that’s when he stopped, leaving Fico looking helpless. He sniffed, and on the inside Auron went Berserk. Fico didn’t know what caused the reaction that Aur was having, but he knew it bought him a little time. Auron scanned the area, he heard his footsteps. He didn’t see anyone but he knew someone was coming this way. He sensed another one of his kind drawing near. And that’s when Bio sprinted into view. His hair was gold and reddish brown, he grew a size or two bigger inside of his wolf form. With Bio by his side he returned his focus to Fico, who stared in terror at his longtime friend. He was one of them now, Bio growled at him, almost showing no sign of the closeness they once shared. Auron lunged his claws towards Fico’s throat, looking to kill him instantly. He then felt a pain in his neck, it stung him badly and he had to recoil. Bio snapped away at Auron, biting and biting at his neck as blood spattered out from his wound. “Get out of here.” Bio snarled at Fico, who shook his head and took off running. Bio ripped his claws through Auron’s chest. He then stared at him on the ground, he knew he wasn’t dead. Werewolves have a high metabolism and can heal from the nastiest of wounds quickly. But Bio knew it bought him time, and with that, he ran after Fico….

The Howling

2008-09-20T10:42:00.000-07:00

“Crap.” Biofao said as he clutched his stomach, him and Auron went to the Goblin shop in Lower Jeuno for some Goblin drinks. “You have that pain in your stomach too?” Aur asked as he looked at him. Bio nodded, whatever it was they were given, it sure was a bad batch of it. Paxxtix had asked them what would they like to drink, and he said give me whatever the Goblin special is today, and boy did they regret it. He felt as though he would hurl, and he couldn’t be sick, he had an appointment to help out a member of the shell tonight. Auron felt as though his insides burned, “They gave us crap.” He reported to Bio. “Are you still going to make it tonight?” Bio looked at him and asked, his voice was woozy. “I’ll try.” Auron nodded, he closed his MH door and decided to just get some rest in for tonight. He knew later on he would go with Bio and Fico to help get Kairos an item from a NM drop. He wasn’t needed at all, but he wanted to go. Camping NMs was his idea of fun, and he loved the excitement. Bio stumbled to his MH and locked the door behind him, he would just rest up until Fico came and woke him. He couldn’t deny the sick feeling in his stomach, but he decided rest would be good. If not he would go back to the shop and asked them what happened, but he decided it was best to just avoid drama altogether. Kairos looked down at his watch, he sat inside of Port Jeuno, waiting on his new linkshell members to get here. He would be patient, they were doing him a huge favor as seeing as how this NM would demolish him. He ran past Justcartilage doing his usual Auction House crafting, he waved to him and they got into small talk before Just had to run off. So Kairos sat… and waited. He was new to the shell, new to the adventure, he was enjoying getting to know some of the people in there, they seemed good and they caused him no problems at all. He wanted to make Mythic his home, and he was ready to do that. He saw a lot of Mythic members running past him tonight, Tone was on his usual journey to Castle O and Soul and Chell were prepping for a party. Battosai ran past and he asked where Auron was and he said he hadn’t heard from him all day. That’s when he spotted the Taru, Biofao stood next to Fico as they made their way towards him, Bio moving with a bit of uneasiness in his step. “Ready?” Fico asked, Kair twisted his finger due to his nervousness. He didn’t want to seem like a burden but it would be a joy to get this item. “Yes… very ready.” Kair shook his head. It was predicted to be a full moon tonight, and legend has it that the drop rates on monsters increase under the full moon. When Bio clutched his stomach in pain Fico finally asked him what was wrong. Bio didn’t have an answer for him, he just knew that his stomach ached. “Eat too much?” Fico laughed, Bio didn’t say a word to him. Fico looked over Kair, he smiled at him, he was a young Warrior. When Auron made his way to the Chocobo stables they finally departed. They were going toward the Mountains and that’s where this NM is. Aur moved with the uneasiness in his step as Bio, he had explained that they took a bad mix of Goblin drink and they were feeling lightheaded.

As they setup camp, the moon phase was starting to take over, causing their camp to be bathed in the moonlight. “You guys okay?” Kair broke the silence and asked, he didn’t want them to be here if they weren’t feeling well, he could postpone this for a later date. Bio nodded he was going to be okay, the pain inside of him started to subside and was almost gone. Even Auron started to feel just a little bit better, he seemed a bit chipper now than when he strapped on that chocobo and headed out. “What we doing?” Auron finally decided to ask. “A NM here drops an item I need for a quest, it can net me 45k the item I get from it.” Kair shook his head with eagerness. His eyes were glinted with joy, he thought about the gil he was going to gain. He liked making money, mainly because he got to buy new gear, weapons and items. Bio took a seat, his face flushed inside of the campfire, they had slaughtered the goblins that stayed there and moved into their camp, it was chilly out tonight. He took a look up at the moon and his Taru ears twitched. The warmth of the fire made him feel better, the hot glow on his face made the rest of his body heat up. “How we pop this thing?” Fico looked at Kair and said. “When I pop him.” He hesitated before he answered. “But I have to do it…” he finished. In the back of his mind he knew he was safe, but then there was always a chance they may die. Something can always go wrong, but he pushed that away. “What are you waiting for?” Aur turned to him, his eyes gleamed in the light. Kair couldn’t admit to them that this was his first Notorious Monster, he’s never fought one before, just heard tales of others who have. He walked to the spot on the ground where the Undead NM would rise once he triggered it, his face showed his worry and Auron made him feel at ease. The moon fully set itself into place, the full moon was in effect and now was the best time to wake the undead. He triggered it, it was time to fight. Skelatal Lord sprung ready for action. Fico was the tank in this fight as he didn’t have any info on his foe and he figured that Auron might not be a strong enough tank to manage. Blow by blow, they were about even, and Bio played the role as backup healer or as Fico called him, his personal life saver. SL seemed a lot tougher than Fico had expected, but Aur and Kair added some melee and Bio made sure to Stun as many of the big moves that he could. SL used Blood Saber, taking the blood from the weak. Fico examined his ls mates, they were still in one piece. Then Auron dropped to his knee, he fell to the ground, knee buried in the dirt, shield on the ground. “Bio cure him.” Fico yelled and Bio assisted, trying to revive Auron back to full health. He cured as much as he could, but Auron never got back into the battle. Fico delivered Rampage and dealt the final blow, right between SL eyes with his twin axes. “Crap.” Kair shouted when the item didn’t drop, that means that would have to fight him again, he brought enough spawn items with him to trigger him twenty times if needed. Fico went to Aur’s aid, he leaned over his shoulder, Aur’s breathing was irregular. “We won.” He relayed the message to him, as if Aur wasn’t paying attention. He didn’t say anything to him, but his ears twitched as if to say he heard him. Pain shot through his entire body, he didn’t know what was happening, but all he knew is that he wanted to scream. Auron felt a rage building in him, he felt stronger through his pain. His senses picked up, his hearing got better, and he could hear two pairs of hearts beating, his and Fico’s. Fico went over and pulled on Aur’s shoulder, with the moonlight shining on it, Fico backed away.

He readied his axes, and it took Kairos and Bio off guard. “Fico?” Bio questioned, he didn’t a word to him though, his axes trembled in his hand. His knees banged together and Bio wondered what the hell was wrong, Fico wasn’t scare of a thing. Aur’s spine tilted, he arched his back. “Bio…” Fico whispered. “…. Put him to sleep.” He pointed at Aur. His ears twitched, he heard him, and that’s when he stood up and showed the beast he’s become. “Jesus.” Bio gasped at the sight in front of him, he didn’t believe in werewolves. Aur’s entire Elvaan body became covered with dark red fur, his hands replaced by sharp claws. His teeth, pointed and looked sharp enough to rip him in shreds. He snarled in their direction. Bio decided to make sure he didn’t die tonight and used Elemental Seal, and then he cast Sleep II on Auron. It had stuck, but now they wondered what to do, how long will it last. “I say we run for it.” Kairos said as he took off running towards Tahrongi Canyon. Bio and Fico followed, rushing after him. Bio looked back as he ran, and that’s when he saw Auron shake his head as he woke up. He howled, even in the distance Bio could hear it, and then he saw him run. He moved fast, too fast for Bio’s Taru legs. He moved at a speed faster than a chocobo and he was heading right in his direction……

Panic! VII

2008-09-18T21:16:00.008-07:00

Chell looked to her side, she was going to Raise Faro as soon as Go’Bhu became distracted. At least everyone was up and on their feet. He snarled at them again, becoming infuriated. Stella stared right through him, there wasn’t an ounce of fear in her heart anymore. She was willing to die for her shell, her family. He stuck his sword into the ground, splitting the moss. His body shook, “What the ….” Soul began to say as he looked on in terror. He walked towards Faro and dug his claws deep into his neck, blood dripped onto his hands and he drunk it. Everyone turned away disgusted. Go’Bhu looked at them one last time. How dare they stand up to him, how dare they put up this much of a fight? He bent down on one knee, his body seemed to suffer a compulsion. Soul aimed his bow, but didn’t fire. A spike shot through the Quaduvs back, and then more followed after that. His body became covered with them. Tiny black spikes covered Go’Bhu’s body as it expanded and the Quaduv seemed to grow bigger. He felt his body surge with power as he stood. He looked at their faces one more time, the fear cast upon all of their faces as Go’Bhu took his second form. He had the ability to change on two conditions. Either he was near his final breath and it was a desperation maneuver or his thirst for blood was satisfied. He touched his great sword and it became engulfed in fire. “He just gets gayer and gayer.” Soul muttered to himself. He walked toward Chell, he grabbed her, his touch burning her skin. She tried to fight him off but it was useless. He looked fierce, even scarier than he did at first. “Let her go.” Stella ordered. Go’Bhu shook his head. He had what he wanted, it was time for Xchelly to die. Stella took out her sword, but she thought before she used Provoke. Elvane and Just couldn’t do anything to help in this fight, he seemed invulnerable to hand to hand attacks now. Soul and Stu took their aim, and everyone readied themselves again. He shook his head, he sighed at their attempts. He let go of his hold on Chell, and he paused. This caused them to worry, they didn’t know what this one was capable of, but his last form was a pain in the ass. Suddenly Elvane dropped to the ground, and Justcartilage nearly jumped into Drakkonis’ arm. Stella peered at the Quaduv, “It’s going to take more than that.” She said, she didn’t want to take her eyes off of Go’Bhu. “Oh… my… god.” Azenis cried when he noticed Elv. “One shot.” He murmured, he stared at the spike fitted through Elv’s skull. “He was weakened.” Tone said to him, his voice above a whisper. “Still…” “Quiet.” Stella ordered, she didn’t want her linkshell to show any sign of fear. She didn’t want to give this sick bastard the satisfaction of knowing how truly terrified they all were. “Go.” Go’Bhu ordered, “Leave.” He told Mythic who held their ground. Volarion and Bigby had taken their stand beside Go’Bhu. Chell was back behind Mythic, she managed to run to that side when he let her go. Soul held her in his arms as Stella and Go’Bhu had a staredown. Volarion brought out his swords and Stella turned her focus onto him. “Vol.” she called to him, trying to reach him. His eyes were blanked as he readied his attack. “Vol.” she once again stated. Go’Bhu sat and watched. “We know this isn’t you…” Stella began, Vol took a step closer to her. She didn’t back away, but Stu and Fal had their aim on him if he did anything funny. “Break free…” she told him, he seemed to hear that and he turned back to Go’Bhu. “We are your family.” Go’Bhu grabbed his sword again and raised it in the air. Vol shook his head, he turned back to Stella. His eyes filled blood red, an evil smirk on his face. “Die.” He said as he charged at her. She ducked it, and threw her sword to block him again, she hit him with her shield. “Vol.” she cried frantically as Soul shot an arrow that landed through his chest. He stopped, looked at them and then removed it. Stu followed up and hit him with his. This one pierced his neck, he removed it, shook his head and charged again. “This is bad.”

Panic! VI

2008-09-18T21:16:00.007-07:00

Stella rolled to her side, sidestepping the Quaduvs attack. Go’Bhu attacked again, he had the intent to kill everyone here. He peered at the Paladin inside her Mithran eyes, how she dare challenge him. Go’Bhu sent a mind shattering roar throughout the Sanctuary and before Mythic knew it, they heard footsteps, stampeding through the area. “Quaduvs.” Drakkonis shouted as he was the first to spot them. Go’Bhu had called for backup for this battle. “Let’s do this.” Just said, he waited until a Quaduv was close enough to punch, initiating a fight. He laid his fist into its thick shell, damaging it as much as he could as Stella danced with Go’Bhu. Each of the members had their own battle to do now, their mentality was to gang up on the NM, but it was going to be hard with the distractions. Soul and Stu took their places in the back, firing arrows at the mobs that their LS were fighting, they were going to help anyway that they could. But more Quaduvs seemed to come, and before they knew it, they would be outnumbered. Once more Go’Bhu swung his blade, and Stella countered with hers, but it was taking its toll. Go’Bhu was far stronger than she was. “This ought to slow you down.” Drakkonis said as he began to cast Gravity on Go’Bhu, the spell hit him but didn’t take effect. He then casts Slow, and Paralyze, all of which Go’Bhu resisted. With a swing of his sword, Stella countered it, but he managed to hit her with his free hand. It sent her crashing to the ground as it took her by surprise, before he could capitalize, Batt and Auron both used Provoke. Riquel played his flute, giving them a wonderful melody and helped raised their accuracy. Bio and Drtran swapped nukes as they Quaduvs came in by the dozens, they were weak mobs, but it was just a lot of them. Go’Bhu’s blade came slicing through Battosai’s armor, he felt the sting of the Great Sword as it cut through his arm, but he didn’t give up, he continued to distract him. Riq was beside him, curing him as Auron laid on some assistant cures. Fal steadied her aim through her crossbow, and fired. A shot that split a Quaduv’s skull and gained her some health back. She swapped bolts, and made the next Quaduv she hit blind if he lived through the attack. “Soul.” Stu turned and fired at the Quaduv behind Undyingsouls back, it caught him before he could hit him. Soul nodded his head to him, thanking him as he turned and fired his arrows. A Quaduv slapped Just around, one hit him from one side and the other hit him again. “Help.” Just yelled, and soon he saw a Funguar run to his aid, kicking at the Quaduvs as Tone unleashed his Rampage. Bio cured Fico as he used his Dual Axes to hit two different Quaduvs before Soul plucked one of them off.

Go’Bhu grabbed Batt by his throat, he was getting weaker and weaker as the fight ran on. He propped his sword on the ground and began readying to impale the weaker Pld. A polearm thrust into the back of the NM’s neck and that’s when he dropped Batt to the ground, and turned to face Xantoro. Firewing went behind the NM’s back as Xantoro let loose a Wheeling Thrust and his wyvern completed the attack with his Hydra Breath. Go’Bhu began to wind his sword, and Xantoro cursed, he knew no one is going to provoke him off of this move. So he fought, getting in as many shots as he could before his timer ran out. “You are making me very angry.” He became Berserked. That wouldn’t help his cause as it raises attack power, lowers defense, but any damage done was good enough for him. “For God’s sake, Stun him.” Chall looked over and noticed, he laid his Katana into the NM’s body. Biofao turned his attention to Go’Bhu, he casted Stun, but it didn’t take effect. He tried to cast Sleep II, but it didn’t take effect either. Xan’s eyes grew big as the Great Sword crashed through his chest, he staggered back and breathed for the last time. Go’Bhu grabbed his sword from the Dragoon’s body, and swung it at the Mithra creeping behind him, it caught Falkinn in the leg, and she dropped to the ground in pain, as the sword came crashing down Stella provoked it. “Get back here bitch.” She yelled after she composed herself, with Drakk by her side Go’Bhu charged again. Tone and his pet had disposed of the Quaduvs as they came, but his arms grew weary. Before he knew it, he felt something push him in the back with great force. Volarion’s Headbutt had worked, and it took him off guard and he was unable to attack. Rushing over Vol used his swords to deplete Tone’s health. Before he could deal the final blow, Faro had casts Flash on him, blinding him and it gave him enough time to cure Tone so he didn’t be knocked unconscious. Vol cast Jet Stream and aimed it directly at Faro, but he had Stoneskin up so it took a hit for him, but he felt his thicker skin becoming removed, he wasn’t built to take hits. As a last resort, he summoned Carbuncle, and sent it after Vol who demolished it with one spell. “Gay.” He rushed to Faro with his Bloody Blades equipped and began to hack. A katana hit him in the abdomen, and it caused him to reel in pain. “Sorry brother.” Chall said as he nodded to Faro. Bigby snuck behind Faro and launched his daggers into his neck, blood spewed from the wound and splattered on Chall’s face, who sat there frozen. He removed them and stared at Chall, who readied his Katana. Bigby swung them wildly, full of anger and Chall blocked what he could. Every swing Bigby seemed angrier and angrier. “Help!” he called, as Stu reading his arrow Big tossed one of his daggers at him, it struck him in the hand and stuck there. He cursed a muttered as pain shot through his body. “Don’t touch it.” He told Soul, who looked ready to pull it out. Bio cured Faro as much as he could while Doc nuked away at the incoming beastmen.

Stella’s blade sliced across Go’Bhu’s neck, causing him to spin around and his sword cut Drakk through his chest. “Drakk!” she cried out as she realized what had happened, but she still laid her sword into the NM. “I’m fine.” He said as he stepped back and cured himself. His wife was in need of all the help she could get, and he chanted until his blade had an Icy Aura around it. Chell stirred on the ground, she looked up to see Elvane and Azenis hitting Quaduvs, confused she looked around and saw even more mobs and Mythic folks. She tried to regain herself but she felt too weak, she sat from her spot on the ground and watched the ongoing battle with wild eyes. “Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.” Doc cursed, as he tried to turn and stun Go’Bhu’s next move. Sleepga II. Stella’s eyes closed on her, and she began to fall asleep. He roared through the area, causing his forces to cease their attacks. He had slept everyone last one of Mythic. Go’Bhu Bhascon begins casting Flarega II, and after the timer was up, everyone would be burned to a crisp, making them easier to defeat. Fire danced throughout Zi’Tah, striking everyone as flames danced over their bodies, they dropped to their knees, and he smirked. They weren’t defeated but they were too weak to have the strength to stop him now. Chell looked on in horror at the casualties, she couldn’t let this happen, if they all were defeated, then they all would die. She got up and rushed to the circle, pain hurting her body with each move. “Please Altana.” Was all she said. She used Curaga II and it hit everyone in range, it didn’t fully work like she planned, but it stalled time. Go’Bhu kicked the dirt under his feet as he snarled at Chell. He rushed towards her. “Fuck me.” Faro said as he ran beside her, he got close to as many members as he could. “I love you guys.” He prayed. Farozan used Benediction, that was a suicide move. Go’Bhu grabbed him by his neck, twisted it until his life was drained away, his eyes rolled around in his head unlife like, the Quaduv snapped the bone in his neck and everyone there could here the pop, he tossed his body against a tree. As blood ran down Faro’s mouth, Mythic regain their composure. His sacrifice would not go in vain….

Panic! V

2008-09-18T21:16:00.006-07:00

“What the hell will I do?” Chell paced, Falk looked at her but she couldn’t think of a thing to say. She looked at her watch and thirty minutes have passed, only an hour and a half left on her timer. She knew she had to go, but she wasn’t prepared for it, she knew she was going to die when she set foot there. But what could she do, he had her friends and he had her husband. “I’m sure me and Stu can come back you up.” Falk suggested. Chell just shook her head “He will kill you both.” “But we can’t just sit here…” she began before Chell halted her. “You have no choice.” Falk rested her hand on her shoulder, she gripped it, she was speechless. Chell buttoned up her Blessed Trousers and fastened her Noble’s Tunic. She adjusted the hairpin in her hair, it was time to go. She had an appointment with death. Why she took the time to look pretty, she had no idea. Standing in the mirror with Falk in the background. A million things raced through her mind and not one of them was good. “I can’t let you go alone. I’m coming with, fuck that NM.” Falk stated as she buttoned her Assault Jerkin. “Falk!” Chell turned to her and yelled, “You have to stay here. I don’t need him killing anyone else when all he wants is me.” She grabbed her staff and left the moghouse, preparing for another run in the Sanctuary. As Chell was out of sight, Falk sighed, she knew she had to do something, but what? She pondered the thought, and that’s when she asked her moogle to bring her the phone. Sun shone on her face as she walked calmly. “I see you made it.” A voice cried out to her. “Just in time, I haven’t killed them yet.” Chell wiped a tear away from her eyes, she looked around for him. “Show yourself.” She called out into the empty area. Suddenly the sun disappeared. Darkness approached her, a heavy fog surrounded her. The green trees turned gray and the leaves died and withered away from the branches. “Prepared to die.” She heard. She kept her composure, even though the voice in her head told her to leave. “Where are they?” she asked. “Set them free and I am yours.” She felt the fear pain inside of her heart again, she didn’t know what the outcome was going to be but she was certain it would end in her death. “You’re a brave soul.” He taunted. The wind slapped Chell’s hair all around her head, that’s when she saw him, squinting her eyes through the fog. He roared and she appeared in front of him. He ran his blade across her face, blood trickled down the side of his edges, and she winced from the pain. He licked the blood off the blade, a satisfied look on his face. “Let them go.” She ordered with a fierce look in her eyes. “I’ve came here just as you asked, now set them free.” In the blink of an eye, they were transported away. He had her in his grip, he shoved her towards the tree. She noticed her surrounding, that’s when she saw Soul. Her heart wretched at the sight in front of her, Bigby and Volarion stood atop Soul with spears across his neck. He held his head down, the blade’s barely carving into his skin. “What?” she began to ask. “Let them go.” She repeated. “No.” “They are mine, you are mine.” Soul looked up at his wife and reeled from the pain as the blade cut into his neck, he lowered his head again. With that he shoved her down with force, her head smacking off of the bottom of the tree, she doubled in pain as she felt a knot growing. He hoisted her high, pinning her to the tree. Her eyes grew big, he jammed a spear through her arm, right through the tree. She cursed from the pain she felt. “Xchelly, you are mine.” He said as he shoved the other spear through he free arm, she was pinned. Once again he disgustedly licked the blood that spewed from her wounds. Her eyes stung from the tears she was about to cry. With her sitting there, he left. Vol and Big followed him as he walked away. “Tonight… You die.” He called to her.

Soul looked over at his wife, pleading with her that she stay alive, she was losing an excess amount of blood. He wanted to get up and help her, but he was hog-tied. He felt weak and it burned him on the inside he was of no help. He didn’t know where Go’Bhu went, but he promised he’d be back to finish them off. That’s when he heard a rustle, and his heart jammed on him. “Fuck.” He swore to himself. He had to calm down, and try to breath he told himself. Another rustle, he heard leaves being crushed under someone’s foot. He wanted to spring up and save Chell from the NM that was returning but he couldn’t. And that’s when he saw it, and that’s when he felt as relieved as he had all day. Falkinn made her way through the trees of the Sanctuary, moving quietly so she wouldn’t be detected. She gasped at the site she came upon. “Falk.” Soul called out to her, she put her fingers to her lips to hush him. She moved fast, then remove the spears from Chell’s wrist. One was pulled and her arm flung to her side lifelessly. She grabbed Chell’s chin, trying to see if she was still alive, she heard her breathing. After the final spear was taking down, she caught Chell as she fell from the tree, resting her body against the trunk of it as she untied Soul. “Thank you.” Soul bowed to her. “No time for that, lets get out of here.” She ordered. He smiled at her, and reached down to hoist his wife up on his shoulders. He nodded to her and they turned to walk away, Chell was alive, but she lost so much blood she began to lose consciousness. As they walked towards what they hope was an exit, Falk rested her hand on Soul’s shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked her, “Yeah, are you?” she asked. He nodded and walked ahead of her. He heard something whistle as it flew threw the air, he felt himself being pushed and he couldn’t help but stumble. He dropped Chell on the ground as he tumbled over, he stared at what the cause for his fall was. Falk laid on the ground with twin daggers sticking out of her back. Horror was the expression set on his face, he tried to move away from her. “Going somewhere?” Bigby asked with Volarion at his side. Bigby removed his daggers from her back and put them back in their holders. “Think you can escape us?” he asked Soul. As Soul got up and tried to ready his bow Vol casts Frenetic Rip, claws ripped threw him, rendering him helpless. Vol quickly picked Chell up and walked towards Bigby. He equipped his daggers and stood overtop soul. “Good-bye Soul.” Big cried as he lunged downwards.

As Soul watched from the ground in horror, awaiting his last couple of seconds he prayed, and that’s when Bigby stopped mid-strike. Biofao casts Sleepga II. He sat there, daggers two inches away from Soul’s throat, Soul moved out of the way. That’s when he saw the little Taru, he waved to him. Chell sat atop Vol’s shoulders as Vol drifted into a deep sleep. “Shall we kill them?” Bio asked, he was tapping into himself ready to cast Burst. “No… I don’t know.” Soul shuddered. Before Soul gave him an answer an arrowed flew threw Big’s chest, knocking him backwards. Sturyko rushed to Falkinn’s aid. “Hun?” he called to her, trying to wake her, Bio was working on curing her as best as he could. Little by little she came to. “I’m going to kill that bitch.” Stu said with a head full of anger, and who was going to stop him. He placed his aim right between Big’s eyes; he wanted this arrow to split his brains. Soul smacked his hand away before he fired. Falk dusted herself off, soon she stood with Bio, Soul and Stu. They all stood over Chell, protecting her as they saw what was in the distance. Go’Bhu didn’t look pleased with his newfound company. Stu aimed his bow and fired rapidly, it struck Go’Bhu in the chest, and he removed it and kept walking. “What the…” Stu began as he began to back up. “Give me what I want.” He cried out, an ear-splitting roar filled the area. They all found themselves stuck, and they couldn’t move. “Prick.” Was the word that left Stu’s lips. Go’Bhu didn’t pay him any mind, he walked over and picked Chell up. Go’Bhu begins casting Flarega III. “Son of a bitch.” Falk cursed, she knows that this is the time that she would run away. They all were a sitting duck. “Not so fast.” Drtran said as he stunned Go’Bhu. Falkinn prayed a sigh of relief, they had shown. Go’Bhu looked at all the surrounding faces, his lips caught in a snarl. She was overjoyed, they actually came when she called on them. “Let’s rape us a Quaduv.” Just said as he put his knuckles on his hands. He peered at Go’Bhu in his eyes and adds “Prison Style.” He was outnumbered, but he sure was a nasty NM and would love to take everyone down with him. “Pick on someone your own size.” Stella said as she provoked him. He undid his sword and readied himself for a battle. They all showed up, Just, Stella, Drakk, Auron, Stu, Riquel, Chall, Tone, Elv, Fico, Lav, Mogochu, Faro, Doc, Azenis, Battosai and even Xantoro showed himself. “Die.” Go’Bhu said as he charged at Stella….

Panic! IV

2008-09-18T21:16:00.005-07:00

The wind shifted his arrows dramatically, a tornado effect was in warning. Undyingsoul moved around La Thiene Plateau without a care in his mind. He was interested in one thing and one thing only, relieving pent up aggression, Go’Bhu was driving him mad. Everywhere he went he felt the Quaduv near him, just waiting to pounce when he wasn’t suspecting. His nerves were shook and he was on the borderline of hysterics. He enjoyed one hitting any creature that came across his path with his bow, sort of how Go’Bhu had one hit killed him, he thanks Altana that his wife was a White Mage, a medic as he called her. Giving the rules, if you are defeated for more than sixty minutes you die. She always managed to revive him before the reaper came, dressed in his black cloak and slick ivory sickle. Soul has had talks with him before, when his timer reached five minutes before death the reaper appeared. It was always the same, it seemed like he want Soul’s soul for good. He kept telling him your wife won’t always rescue you, but he had other options. He would take a raise from Tone when he jumped on Red Mage before he let himself slip into the reaper’s palms. But it was odd, the day Go’Bhu attacked, Soul saw the reaper. Standing overtop of him, counting down. “Fifty minutes Undyingsoul.” The reaper had spoke. He swore he heard him cursed when his wife brought him back to life. Soul has had to have been defeated two thousand times since he set off for his adventure with his wife, but every time he got himself a raise and it angered the reaper. He pushed it out of his mind, he felt that one person wanted him dead, and the other wanted his soul. He felt like a bright red bulls-eye was painted on his Hunter’s Jerkin. “Come get me.” He said as his arrow split a vulture in half. With the wind blowing into his face, he looked past the trees as the sun began to set. Sooner it would become dark, and then he knew his nightmares will come. Last night Volarion disappeared, and the night before that Bigby vanished without a trance. Every other linkshell member was okay, except for the ones who defeated Go’Bhu. He had even quit smoking since he killed the Quaduv, he figured he doesn’t need to be under the influence and that would just add to his paranoia. He felt deep inside of his mind that Go’Bhu was behind his friends’ disappearances, Chell had told him how she saw his last move, reaching to grab his sword, and he was not dead. With that he had made sure Chell had stayed close to someone at all times, and to never walk alone, ever. Night has made his into La Theine, and Soul was heading for home. He had let up all his rage and was deciding to return for the night, before the winds blow him into Valkurm Dunes. He stayed along the path, that way he knew for certain he wouldn’t get lost. It had grown darker than he suspected, he couldn’t tell where it is he was going. Stumbling past Orcs, he reached a sign in the road and decided now would be best to take a breather, he had been hiking for twenty minutes and his feet grew weary.

“Come to me.” A voice had cried out, Soul looked and said “Nah, Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll pass.” Go’Bhu appeared, coming from behind the tree which he hid, he followed Soul all day, waiting on the right time to strike fear. Soul jumped to his feet and took aim with his bow. Go’Bhu roared and Soul found himself petrified. “Bring me Chell.” Go’Bhu called to him, “And I shall set you free.” “Fuck off.” Go’Bhu stood in front of Soul, his eyes peering through him, he showed no sign of fear in his heart. “You humans always are so difficult.” The NM snarled. Soul smelt the foul breath, his nose burned. He gagged on the inside but his face remained set in stone. “Enough games.” He told Soul. “Bastok Mines.” Go’Bhu called. “Falkinn’s Moghouse.” He added. “That is where she is.” He told Soul, he pushed him over and he fell flat on his back like a rock. “Time for blood.” He said as he left. Go’Bhu walked along to path to Valkurm Dunes, his next destination was the highlands and then the area of Gustaberg, and then after that, he will have what it was he was looking for. When Soul finally became able to move again, he raced as fast as he could towards the Dunes. His feet moved as fast a chocobo’s and he had to stop the NM, or distract it, his wife was in danger. “Soul.” A voice cried out to him. He turned his head and had his feet steady running, he wasn’t sure if he was just hearing voices. “Undy.” He stopped when he heard that name, only three people called him Undy. He stopped and scanned the area, and then he saw them. Big and Vol dashed towards him. “Where are you going?” Big had asked, catching his breath, his little Taru body was not meant for running. “That fucking bastard is going after Chell, he knows where she is.” Soul explained to them. “I’m going to try and cut him off.” They gasped, “We have to stop him.” Vol cried, as Big raised his dagger in unison. Soul smiled, it was good to see them again. “Let’s go.” He said as he began to take off, Big nodded to Vol who shook his head. As Soul began to take off, running at full speed again with Vol and Big behind him, his mind thought about his wife’s safety. He would blow up Zi’Tah if Go’Bhu harmed her. His thoughts were cut down as he felt a stinging sensation in his ankle. He fell to the ground and clutched it with his hand, blood spewing from the wound. Volarion wiped the blood off of his blade, he stared down at Soul. “Vol what the fuck…” he began before Volarion hacked at his other leg. “You… aren’t going anywhere.” He told him, he sensed something was wrong with him. Vol’s eyes turned a shade of red and Soul freaked out, before he knew it. Bigby tied his wrist behind his back, cutting his arms with his dagger. “Go’Bhu wants Chell… we obey Go’Bhu.” Big said in a trancelike voice, his eyes slighty red also. Before Soul knew it, they had him on their back, tied up and cuffed, then they vanished and took him with them. Chell had jumped out of her seat, her and Fal were enjoying a card game when she heard a loud bang on the other of the door. Fal sharpened her Kard before she even thought to open it, it was just one loud bang, not a noise followed after it. Fal put her ear to the door, trying to listen and see what it was, Chell had took her place in the corner, not breathing, she knew he was coming for her. Falkinn pressed her ear to the door, listening for a sound, a footstep, anything. She had a great hearing her being Mithran. As time passed she didn’t hear anything, not a breath on the other side of the door.

Dread clutched her heart and she can’t explain why she did what she did, but she glad she did. An inner alarm rung off inside of her and she pulled her head away from the door and rolled on the ground, just as the Great Sword came crashing through it, splintering the wood and left wood chips in her hair. Chell mustered a prayer, praying this was nightmare. Falkinns heartbeat thumped so hard she almost had a seizure. She peered over at Chell from her spot on the ground, Chell nodded she was okay, and Fal remained in her postion, waiting. A minute passed and nothing happened, the sword still jammed in the door. She pulled herself up, sighed and nodded to Chell to be ready to teleport them out of her if needed. Slowly, she put her hand on the handle, turned it, and opened the door. She jumped behind it as she opened it full tilt, waiting for whoever it was to appear and try to assault her. Nothing happened and Chell nodded to her that wasn’t anyone outside the door. Chell sighed, she recognized the sword. Fal removed it and read the note attached to it, she stared at it confused. “Who is Go’Bhu?” she asked her. Chell felt a piece of her die inside hearing the name. That’s when she told Fal the story, this was the first time anyone outside of the group heard about it, with the note clutched in her hand Fal fell to her bed. “Shit.” She swore. “Can you call a GM for a NM stalking you?” she tried to make Chell laugh to no avail. Chell grabbed the letter from her hand, she sat next to her on the bed, and she let her tears come full force as she read the nasty letter. I await your return Xchelly, you have something that I want, and I have something you want. Seeing as how you didn’t want to surrender yourself peacefully I have taken the liberty to gather your friends. Bigby, Volarion and most importantly your husband will die if you do not make your return. You have two hours to come into the Sanctuary of Zi’tah. Starting now, within the first hour if you don’t show up, your friends’ blood will soak the earth. You’re smart so you know they have a sixty minute timer, and that’s where your second hour ends. So if they died, they died on your hands because you failed to raise them. I hope you make the right decision, seeing as how Undyingsoul is the love of your life, you can either face your fear or go on the rest of your life without him. I have won Xchelly, you have no choice. The bleeding will start in an hour, I hope to see you soon. And note that if anyone else attempts to rescue them than you will have a higher body count on your hands.

Go’Bhu Bhascon

Panic! III

2008-09-18T21:16:00.003-07:00

Volarion chugged at his coffee, staring at the posters on his moghouse wall. Sitting was a lot better than sleeping for him, he was terrified anytime his eyelids closed. He didn’t know if he was really being hunted or if it was just in his imagination. But everywhere he went, that Quaduv seemed to follow. Not physically, but mentally. His moogle looked at him, scared for he sensed his masters fear. Vol never knew what he was getting into, despite saving his good friend Chell, that was a head butt he would regret for the rest of his life. “You have a message.” His moogle dinged. “Hey Chell.” “Vol you’re still woke.” She replied. “I can’t sleep, you know that.” He replied. “Have you seen Big.” She asked. Vol puzzled the question, he hadn’t seen or heard from him all day. “Not a chance, why?” he pondered. “Because he left us an hour ago to get something to eat, and he never returned.” Vol’s mind flashed back to the day in Zi’Tah, he winced as he remembered Go’Bhu impaling Big upon his sword for being a hero. “What do you think happened to him?” “Fal and I just left his house, his moogle says he hasn’t been in yet.” Chell spoke, Vol could pick up that she was worried. His eyes glared at the poster, there sat a Blue Mage in his full Artifact armor, he showed strength and pride as he stands atop the ocean. “Vol.” Chell called to him. “I don’t know where he can be.” Was all he could say to her. “Take care of yourself Vol, I’m heading in for the night, hopefully he’ll show up.” “He’s been drinking so he’s probably passed out near the fountain again.” Chell added with a laugh. As she hung up, Vol sighed. He decided to call it a night, he would suck in his fear, and he would go to sleep. He flipped the light off, set his moogle to Guard-House and got into his bed, reluctantly, he closed his eyes. “Your soul belongs to me Volarion.” He heard a voice cry, he peeked from his bed and was surrounded by trees, and his setting seemed really familiar. “Run as much as you like, you are mine.” It called out to him again. Fear almost caused his heart to stop in his chest, it skipped beats as he walked around the area confused. A gust of wind blew by and it was strong enough to make him teeter. “Where is she?” the voice called to him again. “Who?” he braved up to ask. “You know who I want.” The voice said as he moved his way around the Sanctuary. Each step making him cringe on the inside, why was he here? He knew the minute he goes to sleep this would happen. At least this time Go’Bhu wasn’t chasing him, catching him and beheading him like the previous dreams.

“Bring me her, and I shall set you free.” “Set me free?” he asked, he was a bit startled. “Relinquish you from your fears, all I want is Xchelly.” Go’Bhu said. He appeared in front of Vol, who jumped back. He went to equip his swords but they weren’t there. “What do you want from her.” He asked as he stared into his face. He had nowhere to run to and had no choice but to brave up to him. “Her blood, she’s so ripe and ready, so young…” “Never!” Vol cut him off, “She’s my friend and you will get her over my dead body.” He felt a pain inside of his ribcage and he doubled over to take care of it. Pain shot into his brain as he arose from his bed. His breath was rugged as he struggled to breath, his moogle rushed over to him and tried to get him back to health. He decided to go take a breath of fresh air, which would help him get his mind off of things. He put on his vest and walked to Port Sandy, gathering the fresh air around the docks. He sat on the peer, glaring into the water. His mind raced, he knows this NM will never leave him alone until he get Chell, but she was his friend and he couldn’t let her die, not while he had a breath in his body. He sat along the edge, letting his feet dangle overtop the water. As his mind drifted he felt tugging. Something was tugging as his legs, trying to grab him into the water, he fought back, but he wasn’t strong enough to push whatever it is away. His body crashed into the freezing water, then he went under, down and down he was pulled as he looked horrified. Air was scarce and he tried to breathe, he wanted anything but a watery grave. With that, he blanked out, his eyes closed and he took a breath, water clogging his air pipes, he lost consciousness. He felt the warm sun on his skin as he awoke, his was alive and Vol was very thankful for that. The sun shone through the trees of The Sanctuary of Zi’tah. He tried to move his hands but they were tied behind his back, he looked at his surroundings. “Where’s Go’Bhu.” He wondered aloud, he scanned the area, and then he caught a glimpse of something familiar. He stared at the tree he hung from, arms tied around it, mouth taped up. “Bigby.” Vol thought aloud……

Panic! II

2008-09-18T21:16:00.002-07:00

Falkinn adjusted her Optical Hat on her head, it made her look funny, seeing as how she was a Mithra, but she didn’t care, after the blood, sweat and tears it took for her to get it, she was more than willing to wear it proudly. She was enjoying her night out, away from farming, away from trying to party, to enjoy it with Chell and Bigby. They were toasting at the Sandy Tavern run by Fusan. She returned form the bathroom as Chell toasted her again, she was welcoming her to the shell. She felt loved. Chell has had too many drinks, and she didn’t seem quite in her right mind. Big was slurring his words as he spoke to Falk. Drunkenly they stumbled out of the inn, they had made Falk their designated walker. It was her job to make sure that they got to their moghouse in one piece. Sandy was dark tonight as the stars shone on the sidewalk, causing for beautiful scenery of peacefulness. Big and Chell had pushed the incident out of their mind, they decided it was just best to forget about it, but lately they have been having dreams. Every time they lay their heads down on a pillow Go’Bhu pops up, sword waving, coming for them. Chell didn’t want to believe the last thing her eyes saw when she Tele’d them to safety. “Did he just pick up his sword?” she asked herself as they traveled the desert, heading to take haven in Rabao. Falk didn’t know anything about the incident, because all four of them decided it was best to not talk about it. They also never shared the nightmares that NM has caused them. Vol was working on never sleeping, chugging coffee like it was water and Soul has had recent panic attacks. He constantly looks over his shoulder no matter where he is, he feels Go’Bhu’s presence around him at all times. Chell stopped walking, her eyes halfway closed, she began view things. Evil things, she knew she shouldn’t day dream, because he owned her. Go’Bhu was a part of her she won’t ever forget. He owned her. Falk brought her back to reality, as they sat on a nearby bench taking in the sight. They talked, about nothing really, just getting to know Falk and what she liked. Chell did a double-take, she felt eyes on her, burning threw her, she looked all around. She saw a light on from a nearby house, the bottom floor lights were on, but the top floor shone a single light. She looked up at it as the curtain swayed, she saw a figure behind it. She felt drawn to it, staring as Falk looked with her, clueless as to what she saw in the empty house that was so interesting. That’s when the panic set in, she didn’t see a figure, she saw a sword, great sword was the silhouette behind the curtain. Standing there, taunting her, she knows whose it was, she knows who it belongs to. It was Go’Bhu and he was coming back for her. She trembled next to Falk, her knees hitting hers abruptly. Then she saw red eyes poking from behind the white silk curtain, two of them forming behind the great sword. She knew it, she knew he was alive, he grabbed his sword and now he wanted to kill me. Her heart nearly left her chest due to fear. Falk stared at the window, and then stared at Chell. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was that Chell saw.

Bigby had made his way through the market, telling Chell and Falk to stay there, but he needed to get a bite to eat. Standing in front of the merchant, he looked at the black robe that covered him from head to toe. Not a inch of his body was exposed, Big paid no mind to it, Sandy was full of freaks like him, especially at night and he paid for his meal and began to walk away. As he bit into it, tasting the savory sub made from cockatrice meat he screamed in agony, a sharp pain running over his tongue as blood spewed from his mouth. He reached for a napkin, anything to control the bleeding, the merchant began to walk away slowly, unsuspectingly. Big raced after him, darting through the crowd who gathered outside the Tavern to get a late night drink, he ran down the alley way and Big followed. He saw him climb a ladder, and perch himself upon a roof and Big went after him with full adrenaline. Standing on the edge off the Cathedral, he peered at Big. “Why would you…” Big began, the merchant froze as he looked over the edge. He was sitting on the edge as if he may jump down, big realized that was nonsense as that drop will kill him for sure. “What’s your problem man?” Big asking taking more steps toward him. “You must be from Bastok selling shit like that.” He was furious. The merchant didn’t say two words to him, but the closer Bigby walked, the more he looked like he was going to jump. With his back turned to him as he approached, Big gripped his shoulder, trying to turn the man around. The Merchant shoved Bigby away. “Die peasant.” He cried as he shoved Big towards the ledge, he thought quick and grabbed a hold of the merchant, if he was going down so was he. As they wrestle for a few, the merchant slipped, teetering over the edge before he fell silently. It happened to quick for Big to digest it, but he had to look down, he knew it would be gruesome. He peered over the edge and all that remained at the bottom was a cloak. Confusion set inside his soul, he figured it was the alcohol inside of him. He turned to walk away and froze. “Fuck me.” He cried. Go’Bhu appeared at the other end of the Cathedral, sword equipped and cloak in hand. Big pinched himself over and over again. Trying to wake himself up, he figured it was another bad dream. His mind shutdown as his feet gravitated towards the NM… He felt the hot breath hit his nostrils…….. he closed his eyes…….

Panic!

2008-09-18T21:16:00.001-07:00

Xchelly looked at her party members, her husband Undyingsoul stood by her side along with longtime Mythic member Volarion and the newcomer Bigby. “This entire backup for a little ole coeurl?” she laughed. The guys were bored and Soul tagged along because she would make him anyway. Vol and Big looked at each other, they had no reason to come here, but they knew they were going to hit stuff for a little while. The Sanctuary of Zi’Tah was covered with beautiful trees and it had nice scenery, but Chell loved the beautiful creatures that inhabited it more. She was after one thing, the meat that the coeurls of this land dropped. She even made sure she had her Treasure Hunter Ability equipped before she left. She stepped over the mossy grass, “I’ll be fine.” She announced to her small army. Big and Vol bowed out and separated. “You sure you going to be okay love?” Soul asked, he had a thousand of cheap arrows he could waste, and a bong. He was set. “I do this all the time, I’m good.” She kissed him off, he turned and headed away. He wasn’t leaving, but going to go pay the Big Gray Guys a visit. He wanted what they dropped, he was after riches. He caught up with Big and Vol. Big came along to give them Treasure Hunter 2, and to relieve some stress and to help out his newfound family. “Got one.” Soul called out as an arrow pierced through a Gobbue’s head. Volarion wasted no time to show off his swords, hacking away as the Gobbue flailed away at them. Big snuck behind Vol, his daggers dancing wildly, carving up some Gobbue tail. The Gobbue turned his anger onto Vol, hitting him with every ounce in his body before Soul dealt him his final blow. “Sweet.” He shouted as two tree cutting dropped. He patted Big on the back, who smiled warmly back at him.

Chell equipped her club, readied her shield to chest level. “May the goddess Altana be with me.” She chanted as Reraise II was cast on her. She needed all the protection she could get, she wasn’t a damage dealer like her husband or Vol or Big. She was a White Mage, the weakest melee class in the world. She had a Ranger for a husband, who loved shooting stuff as much as he seemed to love dying. Vol was a Blue Mage and Big was a Thief. They could handle their own when it comes to damaging a monster, but she found some mobs she could just annihilate. “Thickskin.” She thought as she Stone-skinned herself. “Try to hit me now.” She used the spell that allowed her to have shadows take a blow for her. “Rawr!” she playfully shouted as she approached her victim. Thunk. Her club made the sound as it hit the cat in the head, it snarled at her and began the battle. He clawed at her, but missed her as she evaded and hit him with her blunt club again. It charged towards her, trying to tackle her but her shadow absorbed it. Angrily it screamed at the top of its lungs, paralyzing her. She tried to swing again but her arms were heavy with paralysis. Then she felt his claw, but her rough skin kept her from harm. He clawed and clawed away, he skin was starting to give away on her, and she knew sooner or later, she would be scratched. They continued the tango, even though the cat was able to deal damage to her, it was just little scratches that didn’t hurt and she knew this battle was hers. Go’Bhu Bhascon walked around, his mouth was dry, and he wanted blood. He scanned the area, using wide scan to pick out the closest human mob. He was a bastard Notorious Monster, it didn’t take too much to anger him and for him to start a fight with you. Surveying the area, he locked in on a target on his map. And began walking towards his new target, fresh meat….new blood. Xchelly…. “Are you okay?” Soul asked his wife through his phone. He had farmed about eight tree cuttings so far and was taking time off to check on his wife. “I’m fine Soul.” She replied, “Nothing here can kill me.” He watched as Volarion Bludgeoned a monster to death. Big seemed to be enjoying his time with his new linkshell members, it was a bonding experience for him. “Well call me if you get into trouble love.” Soul said as he hung up. He walked over to a Sapling, took an arrow in his hand and stabbed it through its heart. “Let’s fight.” He told it, rolling over with laughter.

Chell continued to wail away at the kitty, laughing as it rammed its head against her shield. It suffered from the recoil, and she was recoiling from laughter. She decided to blind it, casting Flash and made it miss her even more. She had farmed a good amount of meat for her cooking, she just kept thinking of the money she was going to be making. It was 100% profit this way she always thought. Go’Bhu peeked through the bushes, his teeth sharp as he watched the Whm dance with the cat. He decided she looked delicious and couldn’t wait to feast on her blood. He snarled on the inside, he didn’t want to alarm her just yet, but she was his. With that satisfaction, he waited. Volarion excused himself, he had to go do his business. He parted ways with them to find a nice spot where no one was around, he walked past all of the critters, looked at the Goblins as they dug their treasure in the ground safely, he pointed his dagger at Vol, almost threatening him to forget what he just saw. Vol just threw up his hands and walked away filled with laughter. For some odd reason, unknown to her, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She felt a hot breath on her neck, she shivered inside. She didn’t want to turn around though, whatever was behind her, was scaring the piss out of her. Reluctantly she turned, she felt as though she had no choice, panic swept inside her, her chest thumping wildly. She saw nothing and it baffled her. She looked around confused. She decided her mind was playing tricks on her and she turned to face a new kitty. As she equipped her club, she tried to move but her feet felt planted to the ground. Surprised she tried to yank it, but it wouldn’t budge. She began walking backwards, now the fear she felt was unprecedented. She turned around and that’s when she spotted him, he was using Draw In. It’s a move that makes you appear right in front of the monster, no matter where you are and only the asshole NMs used it. Go’Bhu almost had her in his grip, he unsheathed his Great Sword, a long and mighty blade that has to have about a thousand players death at its hands. She swallowed her spit, fear overcome her whole body, she peered through the Quaduv’s helmet, its eyes crippling her. “Why me?” Was her first thought. There she stood, she had no choice, time to do battle. He looked at her, his eyes bewildered and they shone with hunger. Backing away, she knew she couldn’t run. “Goddess Altana, have mercy on my soul.” She prayed as she Reraise II herself. He shook his head at her, and used Dispel. “I am a White Mage, but I have the Heart of a Paladin.” She chanted as she cast Stoneskin. He Stunned her midcast. She sat there helpless. He raised his sword above his head, and it came crashing down to the earth, splitting the dirt beneath it. Chell managed to roll out of the way of that one, he swung it wildly and she ducked. “Fuck.” She swore. She backed away and something caught her leg, she tried to brace herself but not before she tumbled backwards and landed on the ground. “Oww.” The pain shot through her ankle. “Fucking branch.” She cried out in pain, tears formed in her eyes as Go’Bhu stood over her, sword in the air, she took in the last little bit of sunlight behind the Quaduvs head before she closed them.

He finished his business and began walking away when he saw something in the distance. He ran towards it, curious of what it was, then he saw it, his heart dropped into his chest, he had to act fast. As Go’Bhu’s sword came crashing down, he was stopped halfway. Vol’s Headbutt had worked perfectly and just in the nick of time. He sighed a breath of relief, but then it dawned on him. “For Fuck’s sake.” He cried as the NM turned to him. He did nothing but anger it, and now the hate was shifted onto him. “Try and damage me.” He taunted him as he began to cast Utsusemi. Suddenly Vol seemed to multiply by four. Feeling a little confident, he took out his swords and got into a fighter’s pose. Go’Bhu was amused at the pesky Blu and he swung his Great Sword at him, it cut one of his shadows in half as it disappeared. His swords seemed like it barely scratched Go’Bhu and he decided on a new approach. He backed away from the NM, with him in tow. Mandilur Bite he cast on him, he watched as it landed smoothly. Chell has gotten on her feet, she smiled at Vol and began to buff herself. Vol’s face hid his fear, he never faced this NM before, but he knew he was tough. Go’Bhu roared, his voice sending shattering waves throughout the area. Vol was scared stiff, he couldn’t move, he was petrified. As he walked towards a helpless Vol, he no longer had the shadows on his side, he lunged the sword at his neck. A blinding light hit his eyes and he missed, he swung again, missed. This angered him and he turned to Chell. Her flashed have saved Vol’s life, just like his headbutt did her, they were even, but she would worry about that after they both live. “GRRR.” His voice sounded furious, he began to cast Sleep II on Chell. Before she knew it, her eyes were closed. He wound his sword, waving it in the air ten times, preparing for his most dangerous weaponskill. Go’Bhu readied Blade Of Death. It has been known to take out a high level Galka Monk with full hp in one hit. It just took forever to cast, but little did she know, when that two minute timer is up, she would have slept through her last breath. Vol’s eyes stared blankly, his face was formed in the smile he had before he was petrified but deep inside it was full of horror. He swung it around for the hundredth time, he stopped, pointed it at her. Finally her blood was going to be his. He felt something pierce his back, it crippled him and he couldn’t attack immediately. He dropped to one knee. Soul stood there, smirk on his face. “Bitch.” He spat. “Sidewinder for the win.” He laughed as Go’Bhu dropped. He had raced throughout the Sanctuary with Bigby behind him, his wife didn’t answer her phone and he sensed something was wrong. Bigby stood in front of him, a relieved look on his face. “Are you okay.” He asked as he noticed Vol looked too scared to move. “Can’t move.” He replied. Within a split second, Go’Bhu stood, and launched his sword towards the Ranger. Soul’s eyes grew big, but his reaction time wasn’t enough. It went straight through his chest, three inches above Bigby, who despite Soul got hit, thanked God he was A TaruTaru. Soul fell backwards, blood spilling out onto the blade, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Bigby in a panic equipped his daggers, he casted his shadows, he knew he was next. Go’Bhu walked past Bigby, walked towards soul, and removed the blade from his body, blood mixing in with the moss and dirt. Go’Bhu wasn’t feeling as strong as he did in the beginning, Soul really did some damage to him. But he knew this fight was his, he was sure of it. Big tapped on Chell’s coat, slapping her lightly on the cheek. “Wake up.” He said as she came to. Her eyes fixed on the NM standing overtop her husband. “Get ready to get Soul up, he told her.” Bigby had a plan, he was sure he was going to die, but he had a plan none the less. Chell cast Stona on Vol and he was able to move again.

Big moved towards the NM, he took a deep breath and hacked away to get his attention. The hits seemed to be doing damage to him now, and Vol began to melee also. With Go’Bhu distracted, Undyingsoul raised back to life and took a knee next to his wife. As his sword cut into Big, each hit making his pain more and more unbearable. He brought out his secret weapon, Soul was chipping arrows away at the NM from a distance. He was down to thirty percent health and Mythic may claim a victory. Bigby tapped into his evasiveness, Perfect Dodge he used, and Go’Bhu flailed away but couldn’t hit him. He nodded to Vol. Burst Affinity, Chain Affinity he used two powers of the Blue Mage. His swords landed the Red Lotus Blade, and he cast Jet Stream behind it. Go’Bhu shifted the anger to him, before he knew it. Undyingsoul had used Eagle Eye Shot, he felt his bow become lit ablaze with power. “Die.” He said as the Sidewinder left Go’Bhu reeling. With his hate onto Soul it was Big who decided to do the most dangerous move of all. “I’m a taru, I’m a thief, I am sneaky.” He tapped into his powers and used Sneak Attack. Trick Attack followed. As Go’Bhu sword near Soul’s skull he let loose his Dancing Edge. “Shit.” Big cried when Go’Bhu didn’t drop. He grabs Big by the throat and hoisted him high, Soul and Vol chipped away but too much hatred was placed on Big. He slammed him down onto his sword, his fingers twitched as the pain shot through his body. Then they twitched no more. Vol used Azure Love, he felt a blue aura creep up around him. Mandilur Bite was the move he casted, Go’Bhu dropped to his knees, his sword fell out his hand. Soul stuck twelve arrows onto his bow, the Barrage hit him clean in the face, Go’Bhu cried as he took the last breath, defeated. After Chell raised Big, she walked towards the dead NM. She equipped her club and hit him repeatedly. “Bitch.” “That sucked ass.” Vol cried as they all turned and left. “You aren’t allowed to farm for a month.” Soul joked as he held Chell by her waist. “Welcome to Mythic Big.” She opened her arms to him. “Smooth.” He said as his weakness wore. They left the Sanctuary unsuspected heroes, but felt as though there wasn’t a monster to stand in the way of this family. Before they zoned, Chell took one last look back at Go’Bhu, a smile on her face, he wasn’t getting blood tonight. She stared at him, “Love… come on.” Soul ushered her. She looked at the Quaduv who caused her soo much trouble, then she saw it and her heart flipped. His hand twitched, reaching out to grab his sword. “Get us out of here.” She screamed as she casts Teleport-Altep…………

Abandoned(finished novel, not related to ffxi in anyway) Sample

2008-09-18T21:16:00.000-07:00

“For the love of God, please turn that crap down.” Erick screamed from the backseat of the car. His cheeks huffed slightly, he was big in stature but his looks were fooling, he wasn’t a brute, or at least not when he didn’t want to be. “Our car means our rules brother.” Corey turned to him and said, his blue eyes meeting Erick’s blue irises. “Please turn that stoner-hippie music down.” “Shut it Erick!” Michelle yelled from the drivers’ seat, she kept her eyes on the road seeing as how the wintry weather wasn’t easy to navigate in. Erick grumbled to himself, but then he laughed. “What’s funny?” Corey turned to him and asked, his dirty-blonde hair peeking out from under his wool cap. They were driving to the mountains, they were taking their good buddy on one of their favorite pastimes, skiing. “Does it look like I can ski?” he asked and the car erupted into laughter. Michelle followed the road to where she was suppose to turn, her car crept slowly over the icy road. “This is it.” Corey said excited, his heart thumped wildly inside of his chest. They had all requested the weekend off, and he and his wife had driven down to Illinois to pick up their friend Erick. Michelle looked at the pamphlet that was spread against the dashboard. They were in foreign land as Corey would call it, they decided instead of driving back to Massachusetts they would go skiing in Erick’s neck of the woods. So Chell went online and grabbed all the resorts she could find near his home, that way they could drop him off and be on their way home and prepare for the work week ahead of them.

Her car stuttered to a stop in the empty parking lot. “Are you sure this is it?” Corey turned to her and asked, looking at the old brick resort that look deserted. “This is the address it gave, and don’t argue with me, unlike you I have a keen sense of direction.” “That was once.” Corey defended before Erick laughed. “I’m not going in there.” Erick said with his seatbelt still around his body. Michelle pushed her door open and the cold air blew into her face, she winced from the sudden chill she felt. The passenger side door flew open and her husband got out also. Michelle focused her blue eyes on the big man in the back seat. Corey started laughing, saying how haunted this place looked. But sure enough, when he checked the pamphlet, this was the address, but he wanted to sue them for false advertising. The building in the picture looked a lot better than this, but this was the resort nonetheless. He popped open the trunk and removed their bags. Chell pressed her face against the window of the car, peering at Erick, who hasn’t moved a muscle. “Scared?” she asked. “What if I break my leg or something?” He hadn’t had the experience skiing as they did. “You won’t, it’s not that easy, but it’s not that hard.” He stubbornly undid his seatbelt and got out of the car, sighing to show he hated being defeated. They told him they were kidnapping him, but they didn’t indulge where they were going until they were an hour away from his home.

“Hello?” she called, the place looked a lot better on the inside than it did from outside. She noticed the sleeping cabins pushed into the back of the resort and wondered how many occupants were here. There was an almost eerie squeak when Erick finally opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit reception area. “Did we come when they were closed or something?” he asked them. Corey let the bag hang off his shoulder, he walked up and pressed the bell on the counter. Ding. Ding Ding Ding. He had rung it repeatedly before his wife slapped him upside the head. “You’re like a child.” She scolded. The wooden floorboard beneath them creaked, and Chell jumped, she didn’t want to but before she realized what she was doing it was too late. “Yeah… I think we should leave.” Erick said, trying to shake the eeriness off. “It’s too late.” Michelle said as she looked at her watch, it was nearing nine at night, and they needed a place to rest. “I’ll sleep in the car.” Erick said as he turned to open the door. Corey and Chell turned their attention to him, pleading with him to stop being scared. Corey felt a hand being placed upon his shoulder and he jumped, his heart felt like it was ready to come out of his throat because he hadn’t heard anyone approach him. “May I help you?” said the boy, who looked to be in his teens. “Yes… Kody is it?” Michelle said reading his nametag. He was slender, but even so they should have heard him walk towards them. She stared at his facial hair that made him look older, she would give him late twenties. Something about his looks creeped her out, but she wouldn’t show it. “Can I help you?” he repeated, his voice above a whisper. Erick felt Goosebumps rising inside of his arms, he hadn’t seen this kid come either. “Do you work here?” Erick asked stupidly, Kody looked at his nametag and shook his head. “I think so…” he said in a weird way. “We’re looking to for a room for the weekend, and I checked you guys out and you do skiing and room and board, correct?” her speech was hurried. He looked her over, from the sweatsuit that covered her body up to her blue eyes. She felt a chill run through her spine as he looked her over. “One second I will go grab the manager.” He said as he silently walked away. Corey looked baffled, he took a step and his feet squeaked the wooden floorboard. He took another one and gotten the same result. “I say we leave, that guy creeps me the hell out.” Erick said, he began to shudder and it wasn’t from the cold. “It’s late, it’s just in our minds.” Corey finally spoke again. The kid came back a minute later with an older gentleman, his face cleancut besides his goatee. His short brown hair flowed neatly ontop his head. “What can I do for you fine folks.” He beamed a smile towards them, and it made them rest a little easier. “I’m Brian.” He extended his hand for them to shake, and Corey met his grip with his own. “I’m Michelle, and this is Corey and Erick.” She met their faces with their names. “Looking to ski this weekend I hear?” Brian asked, “We haven’t had a skier here in a while.” He admitted, he seemed happy to have their business. “I see why.” Erick mumbled under his breath, and Kody glared at him, his brown eyes locked onto Erick from behind his glasses. “You guys have met my helper Kody.” The boy looked but didn’t say anything. “Yes we did, and it was a pleasure to meet him.” Michelle lied, she wasn’t bound to tell him that she was horrified of the kid. He looked almost like your typical serial killer. She shook the thought out of her mind.

Corey and Erick took a seat on the couch while Chell registered them, Kody was sweeping the floor near them and it made Erick uneasy. He didn’t like the staring Kody was giving him earlier. Brian casually smiled and answered all of the questions Michelle had to ask, he glanced over at Kody, he kept his eyes on him while Chell talked. Feeling his stare upon his back, Kody turned his head in his direction, Brian smiled at him, and he smiled back. Corey started to sweat witnessing that, he wasn’t sure if it was some hidden signal or not, if he hadn’t gotten high before he left, he wouldn’t have been so paranoid. He used that as the excuse of why he was so jumpy and on edge tonight. His mind was playing tricks on him. “Thank you for your business. Kody will show you to your rooms.” Brian waved to his helper, Kody set the broom against the wall and sulked towards him. “Is it me, or does that kid just seems not right?” Erick whispered when Kody was out of listening range. “I…” Corey began before Kody grabbed his bags and told them to follow. He walked down the corridor without making a sound, not even a grunt at how heavy the bag was. “Let’s go.” Chell ushered them on, they got up and followed, nodding to the smiling Brian as they passed. “How to survive a horror movie...” Erick began. “Never follow the serial killer-like bellboy to your room.” He finished and he made Corey laugh and it drew the young man’s attention. He just smiled at them, a creepy one, with his face twisted. “Your rooms are here.” He pointed to the doors. The smile not leaving his lips as they grabbed their bags and took up the two rooms assigned to them. He bid them farewell and Chell couldn’t have been happier that he left.

Erick called it a night, deciding to get some slumber in and decide what to do tomorrow. Sleeping here the night wasn’t going to be easy on him. He wasn’t really ever freaked out by anything, unless he had a good reason to be, but tonight he was scared out of his wits. A deserted ski resort only occupied by his friends, the manager and a bellboy who looks like he doesn’t like people. He tossed and turned, it was something about Kody that made him uneasy. Chell brushed her hair, she had put on her pajamas and was talking with her husband. He seemed ready to go to bed also, but she hadn’t grown that tired yet. Looking around her room, the television that they had in here was for props seeing as how it was busted. She skimmed her bag for a book to read. She lay next to Corey, and she let her eyes focus on the pages while he told her what was on his mind. “Maybe if we didn’t get high we wouldn’t be so jumpy. The kid seems normal.” Corey muttered to her, she didn’t look up at him. “Maybe so, but he still freaks me out.” “That’s because you watch too many movies.” He laughed as he rubbed her shoulder. “He’s just probably working part time here, a job is a job.” He figured aloud. “Look can we not discuss the bellhop.” She pleaded with him. “Fine.” Corey agreed, he didn’t know what to discuss though.

Erick had arisen from his dream in the middle of the night, he panted heavily. He flipped the lamp beside his bed light on and stared at his watch. One in the morning the face read. He wasn’t the one to have nightmares, but tonight it invaded his dreams. He wiped the sweat off his face with his cover. The bellboy, Kody had chased him wielding an axe all throughout the place. Erick laughed to himself at how silly it seemed. He had stayed in far scarier places than this. He got out of his bed and fumbled for the light switch, he hit it. He located the remote on the dresser and picked it up with his hands. He plopped back onto the comfortable bed and hit the power button. Nothing happened, he clicked it again. He slid back the battery compartment to make sure there were batteries in there and clicked again with the same response. He sighed and threw it at the TV. He laughed as he thought of a way to entertain himself. He got out of bed, pulled a t-shirt on and went to open the door. The wood creaked under his heavy footing. “There goes super-sleuth.” He laughed to himself. He walked down the hall, he spotted what he was looking for. “Restroom, I got to piss like a racehorse.” He laughed again. He pushed the door open and to his surprise it didn’t creak like everything else here. He hit the light switch but the room remained dark. “I see, don’t scare me when I open the door, but leave the lights blown out so I piss in the dark next to who-knows-what.” He said with a bit of anger, “I can’t see shit.” He complained. Blindly he searched for the toilet, and he found it, he didn’t care to flush it after he was done. Not that he didn’t have manners, but he wanted to get the hell out of here before The Thing pops up. He stood in front of the sink, he cut the water on, and waited until it was warm enough to dip his fingers into. He let the soap glide over his hands and he wet them in the water, suds flowing down the drainpipe. He looked at his reflection, he touched his beard playfully. “One sexy mofo.” He laughed to himself, Erick wasn’t ever serious unless he had to be. He looked down to cut the faucet off and looked back up at himself. He jumped, banging his knee against the sink. He cursed as the pain shot through his entire knee. He frantically looked behind him and saw nothing. “Bullshit.” He cried. “You little fucker.” He knew he saw Kody behind him, but he wasn’t there. His nerves were at an all-time high as panic rushed through his heart. Just like in his dream, the boy stood behind him with a bright red fire-axe. Sweat danced around his face before dripping to the floor. He looked to his side, he hadn’t heard anyone come in, but then again he hadn’t heard Kody earlier when he was in the lobby. Once his heart started beating at a normal pace, he decided maybe it was just him overacting. “Don’t be a drama queen.” He told himself. He looked at the man in the mirror. “You’re too sexy for that.” He laughed again, shaking the ounces of fear away little by little. He opened the door to leave, walking back towards his room he stopped. He ducked behind the corner as he witnessed Brian dragging Kody behind him, who was kicking and screaming, but his voice was inaudible. “Shut it.” Brian yelled at him, “It’s for your own safety.” He said as he stopped outside a room with padlocks on it. He fiddled around for his keys and when he pulled them out he undid each of the six locks. “What the fu….” Erick began under his breath. Kody looked as if he was in a lot of pain the way he squirmed on the ground. Brian grabbed him by his neck as if he was a puppy, shoving him towards the room, which Kody tried to resist. When he squirmed Brian hit him, hard. Knocking the air out of his lungs, his mouth closed and it no longer looked like he was screaming. “We can’t have you causing trouble with our guest. I hope you understand.” Brian said as he pulled out a pistol. Erick stared at the silver metal, fear crept back into his heart. “I can’t sit here…” he thought, he might witness a murder, and that’s when he panicked, if he would kill him, he might kill us. The gun went off silently and he noticed that Kody’s body no longer squirmed. “Shit.” He whispered to himself. He was expecting to see a bunch of blood and gore, but then he noticed the dart sticking out of Kody’s neck. “This will quiet you for a while, just because I love you.” Brian said as he hoisted him up on his shoulders. He stepped into the room and out of Erick’s view. “You’re too dangerous.” He heard him say. “If we get another episode like last time, I will be forced to close business. It’s already slow because of you.” He spat. Erick crept around until he was outside of the door, he heard straps being locked into place. He peeked his head inside and watched as Brian tied Kody to the chair, the leather straps cutting into his skin. Now he understood why Kody didn’t want to go in here. He watched as Brian fitted the nuzzle around his mouth. “You’re really a hassle to keep up with Kody.” Brian said as he finished placing the muzzle over his mouth, tightening the grip. “Sleep well.” He said as the gun fired another dart into his body.

The Eldieme Nightmare

2008-09-17T19:45:00.001-07:00

Auronffx looked up at the linkshell leader, Stellaluna had tucked her Gluttony Sword into her bag and was ready to head out the door. “Enjoying your stay?” she asked him. “Very much.” He shook his head. He was excited to do things with the shell, and Stella had this all planned out, today she was at his command with whatever he needed help with. She owed it to him, for being so faithful to her shell and by displaying good behavior. “Where we headed?” she asked. “To Batillia Downs.” He smirked, that’s when Stella’s face paused, a smile cupped in Aur’s lips. “No, god no. Hell no.” She screamed. “Come on, you promised.” Aur looked at her with hope in his eyes. He looked at her in her shiny artifact. She symbolized power and respect, both of those she had from her shell. Even in her absence they respected her as a leader, she felt the love and it brought her back. “Please.” He smiled at her, she vowed that in order for her to be brought back to the place of her nightmares she would go kicking and screaming. “What the hell is in there?” she puzzled him. “Stuff.” He avoided the question. He looked at her as her Mithran ears twitched.

She was not lying, Justcartilage and her husband Drakkonis accompanied Aur and Stella to The Eldieme Necropolis, she wasn’t taking a chocobo, and she was being dragged by her husband and longtime friend. “You guys suck.” She shouted the entire time as her butt was dragged over the rocks and dirt. Tough love they showed her as they could’ve just put her on their shoulders. They stopped at the entrance, untied her hands and sat her there and walked off. “Ready?” Aur smiled at her. “I can tell you are excited to help me, your actions scream it.” “Well I said I would didn’t I, sometimes you have to act as I say, not as I do.” “This place is a living hell for me.” She added. But she had to shake it off, she couldn’t let him think any less of her than what was going through his mind, she had promised him this, and even though she hated Eldieme, she was an ls leader of her word. She set her foot inside and her mind flashed back to when she was a weaker Paladin, here to gain access to the shiny armor she is wearing now. She thought of the countless deaths that she, Chell, Soul and Drakk faced here. It played in the back of her mind, All she saw was skeletons, hundreds of them, bloodthirsty, attacking them while they were weak. “Stella?” Aur broke her out of it.” She moved deeper and deeper, each step reminding her of death. She had like Auron, he was a fellow Paladin and a good guy who caused absolutely no trouble in the shell. Tone had given him a pearl a long time ago, but she was taking her break and missed it, she was relieved people were still there when she came back. She decided to be more hands on with the new ls mates, get to know them. “What we after kid?” she asked. “Ghost Hunting.” He said with a smile. “I want freeze. It’s 300k on the auction house at the moment.” “Cute.” She replied. “We should’ve brought backup.” She told him, but she pushed on anyway. She walked past a skeleton, he was too weak to aggro her and she was thankful. “Watch out if you’re hurt, this place is pure hell.” She warned him.

As they winded down the tunnels, Auron began to cast Sneak on himself, limited the amount of noise his boots made. The undead here have a really sharp hearing and the last thing they needed was company. He subbed White Mage seeing as how Stella was stronger, he was playing the role of healer. There was a smile in Auron’s soul, he didn’t care if he got Freeze or not, that wasn’t his goal, he did what seemed unthinkable. He got Stella to come here, she swore up and down never again, and all because she respected him. That was all the satisfaction he needed. “Sneak me.” She whispered to him, her voice barely audible. Here come the tougher mobs as they wound up where they needed to be. “Oh god. They are so close together.” Stella noted at the ghost and skeleton orgy that was happening. Auron decided to pick a safe camp, where nothing was anywhere near them. “So…” he began. She turned to face him, her face overcame with fear. This was the exact spot she’s shed so much blood at. She remembers it, the nightmares still come. “Let’s get this spell and get the hell out.” She patted him on the shoulder, they checked as Even Match to her the ghost, but she knew it would be tough. A Skeleton Mage walked to and fro, guarding his walkway, he looked at them. They weren’t intruders so he let them be. But if they take one step too many, he wouldn’t hesitate to make them into Paladin soup. Auron touched Stella’s shoulder forcing her to jump. “We can leave if you want.” He assured her. “Act as I say, not as I do.” She repeated, she sucked up her fear and removed her gluttony. “Get here and face me.” She yelled as she provoked the Haunt. Luckily he came by himself, and the fight began. It didn’t take long and before they knew it was over. But nothing dropped, so they had to continue. Time passed and they fought and fought with no luck on a drop, they had a scare once when Stella’s hp dropped so low she began to spill blood, that’s when the undead pounce. As they took a break, Stella’s mind had drifted off. She closed her eyes, and there she was, surrounded by Xchelly, Undyingsoul and Drakkonis. They were fighting a skeleton with another one waiting in the wings, lucky for them Chell was able to sleep it. Drakk kept Stella refreshed, and as that mob died they finished the other. “Close.” She sighed a breath. “Too close.” Soul said. They were waiting, and hoping that a key would drop soon so they can leave this hellhole.

Before they knew it, they had killed a dozen skeletons and still not a single coffer key. As Soul grabbed his trusty bow and stepped ahead of them to grab a new monster, his hands were clouted with sweat. He took his aim on the skeleton, “Shit.” Stella swore as she looked ahead up the tunnel. A Spriggan had popped in the walkway. Thats when Soul said a swear of his own. His arrow missed it’s target and smacked a skeleton behind it, and now it pissed him off, and his buddy was up for a fight also. “Shit.” He said as he ran backwards. “Double Shit.” He said at the Spriggan in his way. “Corey.” His wife yelled, as the three mobs approached them. Within seconds they were all dead, all four of them, for the fifth time tonight and the third time on a bad Soul pull. “No soul trains.” Drakk laughed from his spot. The Spriggan stayed on top of them, Chell was able to get herself up and raise the others, but she would be molested if she went now. He had a wild look in his eyes, almost as if he knew Chell could get back up, he stared at her. “Don’t do it.” Stella warned. “Oh I know.” Chell repeated. The Spriggan was acting a little weird. He took out his sword as if he was preparing for battle. “Um… what the fuck is he doing?” Soul asked. He stood atop Stella, knife in hand. He hoisted it above his head, Stella glared up at him, fear caught in her throat as she tried to scream. “What the fuck, it can’t do that.” Drakk cried out. She stared at his face, it was dark and mysterious but it seemed noticeable. He was an Elvaan. His features made Stella wonder, she woke as he slit her throat. She gasped and clutched Aur’s shoulders for dear life. He raised an eyebrow at her. “Stella?” he asked. She stared at him, backing away from him. She equipped her sword and pointed it at his nose. He had to jump back out of fear. He panicked and his brain shutdown on him. She swung it wildly at him, the first attack he ducked, and the second caught him on the wrist as he tried to raise his shield to block it. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he screamed. Hacking and slashing away at her enemy, Stella mind raced away from her body. Aur countered blow after blow but his arms were growing weary. Something has made her snap, she thinks I’m the enemy. He thought.

She knocked his sword out of his hand, it flew ten feet away and lay in the dirt leaving him defenseless. “You.” She pointed the sword chest level. “You evil Spriggan.” She swore as her eyes lit ablaze. “Time for your death, just like you served me.” “I’m not a spriggan.” He countered, he was on the verge of begging for his life, praying that whatever caused this would go away peacefully. “You brutally assaulted me, after I was defeated.” She said never taking the sword down from his chest. He felt the tip of her blade on his neck. Blood trickled downwards as in pinched him. Something made Stella view Auron as her enemy, she was sure of it, he killed them, how, she doesn’t know but that’s what was in her mind. He was a Spriggan, disguised as an Elvaan to gain her trust, and brought her back to this place. It was perfect because it worked, he waited months and months to bring her here. The air turned muggy around them, and that’s when she saw it. His white paladin armor turned jet black. His face absorbed into the shadows with tiny red eyes peeking out. He moved his hand and his sword gravitated back towards him. With it in his hand, he lunged at her, ducking she moved out of the way, she swung her sword upwards and blocked his next attack. After a heated battle, it was Stella the victor, as Auron lay on the ground motionless, she walked over to him. Her sword in her hand, she raised his head, took and made a smooth line across his throat. The area became clear again, the fog was removed, and Stella saw it, she looked down and nearly threw up. Auron was steadily losing blood, it came out in buckets and were gushing from his neck. She looked the sword in her hand, puzzled, horrified all in one. Auron woke up, sweat covering his entire body, it was drenched on his bed. He reached for his neck, it was fine. He heard a knock at his door. He opened it and slammed it immediately, turning back to his bed, he got on one knee and prayed. “Open up.” She yelled, “It’s your big day.” She shouted. He cowered in his bed. “I’m sick.” He yelled, he was not going to cash in his hang out with Stella ticket today. “What’s wrong with you?” he pretended to cough, and said he had a cold. She opened the moghouse door and scanned the room for him, she looked everywhere but no Auron. She checked under his bed and there he was, in the corner, balled into the fetal position. “Are you ok?” she asked him, he quivered his lips. “What you want to do today?” she asked. “Anything that doesn’t involve the words The Eldieme or Necropolis.” He stated. “You look like you saw a ghost.” She stated. “No, just I hate that damn place, it gives me nightmares."

The Mire

2008-09-17T19:45:00.000-07:00

Battosai stepped through the Runic Portal and felt the hum ding throughout his body. His armor made his steps a lot heavier but being a Paladin meant he needed to have the heavy armor on, it was his job to take the hits. When he exited the portal he shuddered. It was daylight back in Whitegate but when he zoned into Caerdeva Mire it was always dark. Home to the nastiest of monsters. Bleed a little bit and the Jnuns become aggressive, move to slow and the Imps will have your head. He opened the heavy iron gates and stepped foot into the mire. His eyes scanned the area looking for an imp. It was eerily quiet tonight and he didn’t think that there were a lot of parties going on. He didn’t care who else was here, he had a destination to gather to his party and they were waiting on him. He was their shield, their tank. He rubbed the oil on himself brewed by the alchemist that quieted his footsteps. He sprinkled to powder onto himself and he became invisible. He took a few steps before he saw the Heraldic Imp standing there. “Shit.” He swore as it looked his direction. Those were the biggest problem because of their keen eyes that let them see through invisibility. He froze in his tracks and the Imp let out a squeal as it began chanting a spell. Seeing that made Batt turned and run for the gate. He opened it and sat by the door until the imp flew away. His party leader asked him how close he was to them and he told him he is on his way shortly. He stepped outside and buffed up again. This time he walked past as the imp had its back turned to him. His ears ringed as the flies massive wings flapped and fluttered omitting a deafening sound. He saw the Jnun napping as he began to walk across the path leading to the other side and his party. He saw an imp block his way and he casually waited for it to turn around. He whistled to himself as he watched the imp’s movement and swore when he turned, to face him. “Of all directions.” He said as he jetted back up the hill and towards the gate. His body felt a burning sensation as the imp got its spell off. Burned and bruised he enters the safety of the gate again. “Do you need us to come get you?” The Dragoon asked him. Batt put his pride full throttle and told him he was fine. “Just a little aggro.” He said as he healed his wounds. Stepping out he prepped himself again. He found himself right at the beginning of the pond again and no imp was insight. His effect of quietly moving was wearing off and the Jnuns looked mighty hungry. He felt a finger poking him in the back before the Imp clawed at his armor. Aggro’d again he thought as he ran back to the zone. The imp continued to claw at him until he reached the gate again. He almost was defeated on that attempt and he could have sworn he heard the imp bang on the door as he the gate closed behind him.

“Let us come get you, we’ve been waiting twenty minutes.” The leader said. He was growing tired and if Batt didn’t show up soon he would drop him and pick up someone else. “I got it.” He said furiously as he finally healed fully and stepped out again. He sighed to himself as he was running out of oils. He watched at the top of the hill as two imps whispered to each other as they flew past one another. He figured they were plotting against him. They flew past another one on guard and whispered to him also. Batt started to shake, he didn’t know if that was normal and he seriously doubt they were just saying the casual hello to each other. He walked behind one and it turned to him. He cursed to himself but the imp looked past him, seizing the opportunity he sneak himself and took a shortcut across the pond to avoid the other imp. Walking around the Jnun as his feet slushed in the marsh. His speed slowed down and his feet felt weighted as gravitation was slowing him down. The Dragoon waved to him as he slowly made his way towards them. The White Mage erased the status effect from him and he moved at normal speed. The leader sighed and told the Thief to pull. The Jnun’s head crashed against Batt’s shield as he delivered the final blow into its humongous body. He apologized a lot for being so late and they told him not to worry let’s just get experience. They were targeting Jnuns until they got into a flow and then they would go after imps. The Thief cursed as he ran back to camp and the Dragoon nearly died as he saw what was coming over the hill toward him. “What the fuck did you do?” Batt screamed in terror as the six imps followed the puller to camp. “I didn’t do shit.” He backed himself up. “It was a clean pull.” He yelled as the imps gave chase. They were all lined up but they didn’t assault him. “A clean pull?” The White Mage screamed as she cast Reraise on herself. “Yeah I swear.” The Thief said as he approached them. “Zone them.” Batt screamed as the Thief ran towards him. He took his place behind Batt as the imps drew closer. Batt decided it was in his best interest to let the puller die and hope that they go away and they can pull one so he held off his provoke. His eyes grew wider as all six of them turned their attention to him and laid their claws into his skin. The White Mage sat petrified as they ripped the Paladin to shreds. Her eyes held remorse but she wasn’t going to save him, it was suicide. They interrupted his casting as he tried to cure himself and Batt took his last breath as he lay on the ground defeated. Through the confusion it gotten even worse as the imps turned and flew away. They sat there with their jaws on the floor trying to figure out what happened. They turned to the Thief whose looks matched theirs. “So um. What happened?” The Dragoon asked. “I shot a bolt at one….” He began. “He looked at me, turned and nodded to another imp.” His eyes grew bigger. “Then that one nodded to another imp who nodded to another imp and well…” He said as he looked at Batt. “He’s cursed.” The White Mage spoke. “There’s a Ninja seeking.”

The Temple of Enlightenment

2008-09-10T21:25:00.000-07:00

Zaph looked at himself in his moghouse mirror, he fixed his Healer’s Cap upon his head and dusted off his staff. He looked to the side nervously as he stepped out the door. He ran into the usual smiling faces from his linkshell and he made small talk. When someone asked where he was going he made up an excuse or a lie or sometimes both. He didn’t want anyone to know his secret. When they finally left him alone he checked his gil stash to make sure he had money and soon it was going to be off he went. Lower Jeuno was always cluttered and he ran past a lot of people he knew. He tried to be secretive as he ran into the Tenshodo and went into the basement. He wiped sweat from his brow as he began to softly chant to himself. He stepped his foot out of the telepoint and sniffed the musty air. “Crawler Shit.” He laughed as he walked through Yhoater Jungle. He watched his step as he looked at his map. Within the twenty minutes he’s been walking he could have sworn he saw the same crawler again and again and again. “I hate this place.” He said with a sigh. He looked at the map drawn with a blue Crayola and laughed. “The map here isn’t good for shit.” But he knew he had a purpose, he had to find the Temple of Uggalepih. That is where his meeting was and he couldn’t miss out on this one. He was going to receive a very important item to him if he met with his associate there. So he decided to ask the Goblin for directions. He pointed towards the trees and Zaph nearly slapped him for his lack of help. But yet he kept his feet moving anyway. After walking almost an hour blindly through the weaving roads of the jungle he stopped as he looked at the artifact. “Finally.” He said as his eyes gleamed at the discount he was going to receive. He looked at the tonberries and kept walking as the stalked the land with their lanterns. Finally he stepped foot inside and realized that he hated the scent of tonberries. Old candle wax and an odor that he wasn’t sure exactly what it was hit his nostrils as he stepped into the temple. A Tonberry Stalker watched the entrance and he knew that if something spotted him he would be killed. He chanted until he became invisible and walked throughout the temple, he needed to get to I-7 on the top floor and he had his map handy as he walked. He walked near a bee and it began to buzz madly at him before assaulting him, he turned and ran back for the exit, drawing the guard tonberry’s attention as he safely made it out. He breathed fresh air and held his head down and charged inside again. This time he silence his footsteps and made himself invisible again and walked onwards. He made it to a room where he observed a doll walking frantically up and down the steps. He remembered his friend telling him that he needed to go up the stairs and too his left. But beware because that doll with aggro even the highest player if he is spotted. So Zaph sat and watched his movement, he kept his magic to a standstill because he wasn’t going to just invite it to a fight. When he ran past Zaph took off, this time only to run back because he was starting to see himself and his enchantment was wearing off. He walked into the far corner of the room and chanted again. When the doll rushed passed him again he ran up the stairs and searched for the way he was to run. All he saw as a dead end, and a pissed off doll running towards him. Before he knew it the ground shook as he ran with the angry doll chasing him. He took a dive inside of the door right before it shut and sighed when the doll couldn’t get in. He waited until he heard the giant footsteps quake away before he got up and dusted himself off. “This is worth it.” He said to himself. “Can’t get a better discount anywhere.” He looked up and saw a room full of Tonberries all standing in front of a picture of an older tonberry. They appeared to be worshipping it and Zaph wouldn’t interrupt them. He opened the door and it jarred, making a noise that turned their attention but before they could react he was out the door and back into the hall.

He saw an exit and he took it, he had a claw marks on his leg as the cat chased him through the area when he spotted him. He was growing tired and getting to the top floor seemed like a suicide mission. But then he thought of the reward and man it drove his passion. After walking on the outside he entered the temple from a different area. He tried to sneak himself through it but then he noticed the elemental by the entryway. It was just a tonberry there and he knew they were slow, maybe he could outrun it. So he walked past and the tonberry tried to slip his dagger into his back and Zaph ran again. White Mage means that his best offensive weapon was his feet. He turned a corner and turned back around and ran past the tonberry again. Bees buzzed behind him, stinging him as he ran to the exit he entered. Sitting on the outside pulling stingers out of his body, he was almost ready to call it quits. “Fuck that.” He said as he realized he had gotten this far and it was time to reap the rewards. After encountering everything on his way to his destination he finally reached it. I-7 he thought as he entered the room. He saw a tonberry standing their dressed in a black robe with a lantern in his hand a smoke surrounding him. “Are you Zaph.” He heard a voice cry out. “Depends.” He said as he kept his distance, the door shut behind him and Zaph was locked into the room, he didn’t mind this scent though. “You have the money?” the tonberry asked. “You have the green?” Zaph looked around, expecting an ambush. “Only the finest leaves you’ve ever smoked. Fresh from Aht Urghan, Imperial tea leaves, the finest.” He said as Zaph lips began to water. “Is that what I smell?” Zaph asked as the tonberry turned around. His eyes were red as he looked dazedly at Zaph. “Only the finest.” He managed to choke out as he lit another one up with the flame from his candle. Zaph laughed “A pothead Tonberry.” He looked at Zaph before handing over the bag of leaves in exchange for the gil. “What?” “You really think we carry those lanterns so we can see in the dark?” he asked as they both laughed.

Solitary Confinement

2008-09-10T21:23:00.000-07:00

He banged on the door, “I’m sorry.” Tonerith called out of his cell. He didn’t know how he ended up here, but he found himself in prison. He had no contact with anyone anymore, he couldn’t talk to anyone but himself. He thought about what happened and what got him locked into a lonely place such as this. “People are so sensitive.” He had a laugh as he lay on the bed. He never thought that fondling would get him arrested. He only did it when he was bored, but see that was the problem, he was bored too often. He had adopted the nickname around Lower Jeuno as the ‘Serial Groper’. Sooner or later a GM would come and have a one on one chat with him to have him plead his case. He remembers the night perfectly, he was so bored riding the airship one night that he decided to pester people. He overheard a guy who thought he knew it all and so, he fondled him. Much to the guys anger, he kept doing it, he knew he could do it and the guy couldn’t retaliate because he would get banned for fighting, Tone wasn’t causing the guy harm, well only emotionally. He had followed the guy deep into the Jungle of Yhoater, laughing all the way as the guy shouted profanities at him. His memory was interrupted as the GM walked into the room. “Hi.” Tone called to him as he entered. He set a chair up and kept his distance from Tone. “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked. “No.” Tone played dumb. “You have violated some of the players’ rights…” GM Dave announced. “Really? By spamming a macro?” he asked. “Yes, Fondling isn’t going to be allowed.” He told him with a stern look on his face. “You’ve fondled men and women, you have over fifty complaints on you.” “Why shouldn’t we ban you?” “Because it’s a joke, for crying out loud, it’s not like I seriously violated them.” Tone argued. “Let me recall and I quote, Tonerith began running his fingers through my hair, I stared at him, told him I don’t like that kind of stuff. “Oh what a nice chest you have.” “Ahh. I remember that girl.” Tone said, hiding his smile. “Hmm… That was a guy’s testimony.” He gave him a look, and scooted his chair back a couple more paces. Tone replied with laughter “I’m not gay.”

“Sure.” Dave nodded to him, and he continued. “Another one reads. I had beaten Tonerith to a claim of a NM, and in the process he fondled me, touching me all on my back, ran his hands over my neck…” “Are you gay?” Dave asked Tone. “Hell no.” “Who said that?” he asked as he referred to the author of the complaint. “Hmm. Says anonymous guy in Castle O.” he stared at the paper again. “Anonymous guy in Castle O who is not a gilseller…” he laughed as he repeated it. “If you are a homosexual man Tonerith, you can still play the game, just come out the closet.” “Fuck you, I ain’t no queer.” “Would you like me to prove you wrong?” Dave asked as he read from his papers. “Fuck you dude, I know I’m not gay.” “Your fondle count reads 43 guys, 7 woman who have complained.” “For fuck sakes that means that the girls I fondled didn’t complain, duh.” He nodded his head and moved to the other side of the room. “I can’t believe this, I thought we suppose to discuss my case.” Tone fired at him. “We are, but obviously there is something wrong with you.” He evaluated him. “Did you dad touch you when you were little?” “What the fuck?” Tone bit his lips, he didn’t want to be banned. “Dude, for the record, I’m not gay.” “We even have some of your shell members to testify that you are a bit too, homo-erotic.” “Is this appropriate?” he asked. “One Drakkonis says, Tone talks a lot about sleeping with my wife, but I think it’s just a cover up, I think he secretly wants me, but I can’t go that way, and I try not to hurt him but…” “Man…” Tone began to get upset. “We just want to know the reason behind your fondling.” The GM backed up his theories. “Because I am fucking bored half the time and it’s funny to watch people get pissed.” “You think it’s funny to fondle and harass people?” he asked. “At times, it’s hilarious.” “Do you have anything against the gays?” Dave asked. “No not at all.” “Okay, enough said.” I’ll be back.”

“I ain’t any queer either.” Tone said as Dave locked the cell behind him. Tone waited for twenty minutes before the door swung open. He lifted his head from his bed and almost threw up. There stood a Galka, with a tub of Vaseline, some baby oil and a banana. “What the fuck?” Tone cried out in horror. “I’m GM Buttercup.” He spoke in a soft voice. “Today, since you admitted that you see nothing wrong with fondling helpless others you have two choices.” “Get the hell out of here.” Tone cried as he backed against the wall. “You can take the permanent ban from FFXI or….” Before Buttercup could continue Tone handed over his pass to play the game, gave him his registration code and ran out of the door. Buttercup sighed, “They always do that.” He said in his normal voice. He sat the baby oil on the bed and threw the Vaseline in the trash. “We got another one to quit Dave.” He yelled. “And this one didn’t go through the things that that Danks fellow did, I think he enjoyed it.” Dave returned to the room, “Damn you still have full props.” He laughed. “He rocketed out of here.” They laughed. “You guys have a visitor.” Buttercup looked behind Dave and sighed. “Just quit already Danks, I’m not touching your ass again.” He sighed. “You don’t love me anymore?” Danks grinned. Dave closed the door behind him and took his leave.

We Should've Packed The Misses

2008-09-10T21:21:00.001-07:00

Undyingsoul steadied his aim as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his bow held steadily. Western Altepa Desert was going through a heat surge and it was raining heat rays upon him. But he couldn’t have been showed up. Him and his wife Xchelly has just met two people who he thought was cool. Sturyko was a fellow Ranger and his girlfriend Falkinn was a Thief. He and Stu were wasting arrows holding a target competition, passing time until the Notorious Monster popped. This was going to be a tough fight, and it was just the two of them out there, but they were having fun. They wanted this bow, and they’ve suffered the unbearable heat for two hours to get it. They would cast a lot, and the higher roller won the bow, it was just part of their competitiveness. Stu’s shot split the wood in half, he was dead on his aim. Soul sidestepped him and fired his arrow. It traveled with such force that it split Stu’s in half. He looked at Soul amazed. “Lucky.” He said as he turned away. Their target NM was a Doll, and they thought it was weird he popped in the desert but that’s what they heard, so that’s where they went. Soul took a swig of his icy cold water Chell made sure he packed, the girls had went off to the bar in Sandy and were getting to know each other better. So that left he and Stu to bond doing things guys do, shoot arrows at stuff. “So how about you let me join your ls mate?” Stu finally said the words that Soul had been waiting a week for. He thought he was a cool guy and would love for him to join the shell. Soul gladly agreed and welcomed him to Mythic. As to celebrate it, he took aim on a cactuar. “Stu.” Soul said hesitant. “Shh.” He quieted him as the cactuar ran wildly in the distance. The cactuar ran with its arms to the side, he looked like he was trying to learn to fly when the arrow struck him. He made a beeline for them, pricking Stu with his needles. As they fought, laying arrow after arrow until the cactuar was full of them they both cursed. The cactuar readied Thousand Needles. Soul rushed his Sidewinder as Stu let goes his Flaming Arrow. But it was too late, the needles jammed into their bodies causing excruciating pain. The cactuar fainted afterwards, leaving his mark on them. That was the reason people left the cactaurs of the desert alone, they were pricks, literally.

Two hours later and Soul was removing the lay thorn from his body, he had them everywhere and he wouldn’t stop bleeding. He was lucky he didn’t die. He decided to rest, and Stu was taking a knee. That’s when they saw it, in the distance looking odd as fuck. The Idol appeared, and they knew they weren’t being lied to. Stu had overheard some guys talking bout a strange doll in the desert and he puzzled them for information. They gave it to him with a laugh, he didn’t know if he wanted to believe them, but after hearing about the magical bow he dropped he was willing to try. A damage nut like him would do anything for that bow. +7 Strength +7 Agility +30 Ranged Attack and +25 Ranged accuracy. He wondered why they laughed, that was a damn sexy bow. That’s when they told him that NM was never beaten in an actual fight. No one has ever defeated it. He was clueless at what they meant, “So how do people know the bow exists?” he asked. “They just do.” He told them. They also told him the drop rate wasn’t that good on it, but if he wanted to try it, good luck. After they rested to about full health, they pondered how to attack it. It has never been beaten in an actual battle. It played. It really did look out of place here, but nonetheless it popped and it had Goddess Bow with it. They did the only thing they could think of, they sat back, casts their shadows, and prepared to assault it. Stu took his aim, held his breath. He aimed for the head of the doll, his arrow flung forth out of his bow and landed against its head, it bounced off and didn’t affect the monster at all. Stu ran around in a circle, he was kiting it while Soul got his shadows back up and they swapped. Ten minutes into the battle, things were starting to damage it, he was big and slow, and swung even slower than he walked so they kited it perfectly. They dropped it to 50% health and took no real damage themselves. Stu began to scoff at the guys, they made this NM seem like he was top shit, when they would defeat him without a scratch. As Soul aimed Flaming Arrow, the NM turned to him, chasing him around the desert, despite the hot sun they kept their focus on the task at hand. Twenty minutes later the NM dropped to 10% health and Stu almost jumped for joy already. They weren’t running as fast as they were in the beginning thanks in part to a couple of Death Ray’s by the doll. But they will live and have that bow, he was sure of it. When it dropped to 5% Soul set his focus on the final blow. Then he heard it and his heart stopped for a minute, he heard ticking. Loud and clear ticking. Tick… tick… tick… tick… He glanced at Stu, who had dropped his aim and tried to run away, seeing that, Soul followed. He forgot completely he was kiting the Nm so it ran after them, pushing their way past spiders, they were heading for the zone. Then they heard it, a loud Explosion that sent them flying through the air. Unforgiving Idol uses Self-Destruct. The explosion caught them, rocketing them up in the air, they were defeated, and they couldn’t survive that blast. Now it dawned on Stu what that guy meant by this NM was never actually defeated, he always blew himself up. As they lay near the rocks as the Dhamels waslked past them Stu sighed. “It didn’t drop mate.” He broke the bad news. “I knew it, I fucking knew it.” Stu began angrily. “What?” Soul asked. “I knew I should’ve brought the misses.” He said with a laugh. “What is Fal again?” Soul asked, he had forgotten. “She’s a bloody Thief.” That’s when soul cursed, “It may have dropped if she was here huh?” he said as Stu agreed. “Shit.” Soul said. “Better than me.” He added. “I should’ve packed my wife.” “What is Chell again?” Stu asked. “A White Mage.” “I’m confused mate, she couldn’t have saved us, and she would have died with us.” “No, Chell’s smarter than that, she wouldn’t have never followed and would have stayed out of range.” “I see… but the bow didn’t drop. So what would be the point?” “Well… she could’ve raised us, so I can put a hole in that Dhamel over there.” “And that way we wouldn’t smell of Dhamel urine.”

Battle of the Bards

2008-09-10T21:16:00.000-07:00

Riquelme looked at the paper inside of his hand, his hands sweated, his heart thumped, he was excited. You have been invited to the final round of the Vanadiel Best Musician tournament, we hope to see you soon and we wish you the best of luck. Gather together at Ru’Lude Gardens, 9 p.m. at the Grand Duke’s Cathedral. He stared at it over and over, he knew he did great the first time, he stunned the crowd, hypnotizing them with his soulful melodies. The way he played his flute was heaven on the ears, the crowd loved him. It was now time to do it again. He had to wow them one last time, this was the grand of them all. He entered the tournament not seeking fame, it was money he was after. The winner would walk away famous without a doubt, becoming the worlds best musician, but he would walk away tem million dollars richer. He squealed with glee at his moogle, hugging him until he choked. He packed his bags, making sure to pack his instruments inside them. Would be a shame to get there and forget them. It was his time in the limelight. He faded away, seeing the crowd clap and cheer. He saw himself taking a bow, and then he saw the check. Dollar signs danced in his eyes. With everything packed and confidence through the roof, he headed for the airport and his destination was Jeuno. He arrived at Port Bastok docks right in the nick of time, the airship was here and was just allowing people to board. Rushing, he paid the airship fee and hurried to take a place on it, he wanted to get a calming view of the ocean, one day he’ll buy a yacht and travel on it, with all the money he’s bound to make. He noticed the inhabitants of the airship were also heading to Ru’Lude, some were musicians and some were there to just cheer them on. The airship was packed and had little breathing room. He clutched his bag close to him, last thing he needed was for a thief to ruin this day. The goblin in the corner looked at him, mugging him. Riq just shrugged him off, but he wondered what the causes for the dirty looks were. Then it hit him, he stared at the goblins face. He came in second to me. Riq remembered, a grin came over his face, he waved to him. The Grand Duke’s ballroom was packed, there weren’t even any standing room left to watch the competition Riq noticed as he peeked his head through the curtains. His heart began to thump wildly again, he knew he was a great Bard, but damn it if he wasn’t nervous.

“Hello.” Musicstixx called to Riq, even though he was the runner up to him last time, he felt a need to be polite. In his mind, he should have won, and the only reason Riquel won was because he was human. The Goblin laid eyes on him, he patted him on the shoulder and wished him good luck with a smile. “Weird.” Riq muttered after he left, he decided it was best to just check his bags. Rushing to the storage area where they left their luggage, he opened his bag and pulled out his flute, it seemed to be in fine order, he thought the goblin had stolen it. He didn’t want to think so badly of him, but he decided he wouldn’t put it past him. The whole time before the tournament began Music just wished Riq good luck and smiled, it was startling to Riq, he had a feeling the Goblin was up to something. His mind flashed back to a month ago, when he was standing on stage receiving the million dollar prize for first place. Music had walked over to him, called him a fake, a phony, and then said that there is no way in his Goblin heart that he would allow Riq to win the finals. Nothing will stand in his way and that Riq was going down. He shuddered at the thought as Music waved at him. Time for competition, Music took the stage, his goblin hands working wonders on the harp, the crowd danced along from their chairs, enticed. He had them under his spell, it wasn’t Goblin trickery, just Goblin skill. He took a bow and the crowd went absolutely crazy, throwing red roses that cluttered the stage as Musicstixx the Goblin walked off. He passed Riq, who was set to perform next, he patted him on the back and wished him good luck. Riqeul took the stage, the crowd on the edge of their seats, they know what he is capable of and wouldn’t settle for anything but the best. He pulled out his flute, he looked behind him, and he saw Music smiling. Nervousness took over Riq, his hands clammed up. Nothing will stand in my way from winning. Nothing. Riq played it again in his mind. He put the flute to his mouth, dug deep in his soul, and played. He shut everything out of his mind, and just played. His flute screeched and squealed. Making a horrible noise, baffled he stopped. Put it to his mouth and played again with the same result. He gave up, froze on spot. I knew it. He bowed and walked off stage, he was embarrassed and the crowd was puzzled, what happened to such a great musician.

Riquel stormed to the tournament officials and had them check his flute, claiming it had been tampered with by Music. They told him to not to jump to conclusions but they will check it. Five minutes later they returned to Riq who was sitting in his chair waiting patiently. “Everything is fine.” They told him, who’s jaw hit the floor hard enough to shatter in two. “But…” Riq began. They handed him his flute, he stared at it, maybe it was just me, and I just have to focus. Before the second part of the three part competition was to begin Music had walked over to Riq. “I didn’t sabotage your instrument.” His eyes displayed his hurt feelings. “When I said that you were going down this time, I meant because I would train hard to beat you, not cheat my way.” “I wouldn’t cheat you.” He said as he headed on stage. It was another great performance for Music and another awful one by Riq. But somehow someway, they voted him into the last round, believing that he is far more talented and he will prove it in the last round. He thanked his lucky stars he was still being given a chance, he had to push all the bad vibes out, Music wasn’t trying to destroy him, just trying to beat him, he realized he let that theory mess up his perfomances but he wouldn’t let it do it this time. He went to the bathroom to splash water on his face, he left his cup of tea on the table, it was to warm up his throat for the last part of the tournament, the singing finale. As he stared at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t let this slip away, he had to knuckle down and push forward. He was better than this. He returned to his seat, took a swig of his tea and spat it out, it tasted horrible. His throat seemed to tighten a bit, he felt a lump growing. Then of all people to walk past, Music walked past, smiled and wished him luck as he took the stage. “You fucker.” Riq swore, “You stinky Goblin bastard.” He said angrily to Music who stared blankly. “You poisoned my tea.” “Nonsense you insecure human.” Music has had enough of the accusations. “I never poisoned you, you just want an excuse of why you lost, and you’re not big enough of a man to say I was beaten by the better performer.” “Your kind makes me sick.” He said as he took the stage “Not all goblins are bad.” A tear formed in his eyes. Music began to bellow out the melody straight from his soul. He had chosen to sing “Do I Make You Proud.” Why he covered a Taylor Hicks song is beyond me, but the Goblin ladies in the front row went nuts, he felt as though he knew for sure this match was his. As he bowed to the frenzied crowd, he turned back to Riq. “Good luck.” He said with his head down, he couldn’t look at him.

Riqeul shook everything off, he'd chosen the song he wanted to sing. “When a Man Loves a Woman.” Was Riq’s song, he had the pitch to deliver it perfectly. He cleared his throat and sang. The crowd gasped, covering their ears at the screeching sound that came out of Riq’s mouth, he sounded like he had a banshee caught in his throat. He continued to wail, it was weird. He thought he sounded fine, but the crowd had a different reaction. The lights on the ceiling broke, and shattered, hitting the occupants in the row, beams collapsed as Riq’s voice was literally bringing the house down. He saw people running, covering their ears and ducking debris. He was tackled by an official before he stopped singing. From the ground he looked at the massacre in the aisle, there were people hurt, many people trampled trying to escape harm. The judged huffed and puffed, and ask for a word with Riq. Hurting on the inside, he handed over his Bard ID, he can no longer play the job anymore, ever. They’ve taken it away from him, he had to find another job he enjoyed seeing as how he was robbed of his Bard status. As Music was handed the trophy and the check, Riq turned away disgusted at himself. He began to walk back to the back door and go home and forget about it when he kicked something with his shoe. He watched as the bottle flew across the room, he decided to pick it up. Designed to make you sing with the soul of a banshee, perfect for a karaoke night when your friends force you to sing. Wail Away will help you shut them up and make sure they never pester you again. Brewed in the heart of Sorcery, the Rhinostery in Windurst. Prescribed to Musicstixx the Goblin.

New Beast

2008-09-10T20:18:00.000-07:00

Challenger kicked a rock between the trees. It was resting time for him, he observed the area well. He was excited, a new camp and a new opportunity to show his stuff, to let everyone know that he knows what he’s doing. Chell had offered to be on call if he needed a raise. Beastmaster was a tough job to master, but a job he was up for. It was dark tonight in Jugner Forest, darker than normal. “Maybe I should wait until daylight.” He thought aloud to himself, he didn’t want to be ambushed by anything in the blindness of the night. He had given up the beaches of Valkurm Dunes as it was getting crowded tonight. The parties had ran him off, there was no love for a Bst. He put his hands on the Bird Whistle he wore around his neck, it was a good luck charm that is said to help soothe the beasts of the land. “Okay… got to start somewhere.” He said as he searched for a companion. He looked at his choices, a sapling, a rabbit or a fungus. He decided to go with the fungus, he approached it and laid on his charm, to his surprise it was a success. With his pet behind him Chall set off to find himself some prey. He was beginning to like this job, he never needed a party and he worked on his time, he just died a lot when his pets turned on him. A Goblin Leecher walked to the side of the river, he tossed a coin inside and stared at the ripples it caused upon the surface. He was staring at the reflection of the moon inside the water when he saw it, he turned but it was too late. The Funguar rose up on its hind legs and gave the goblin a kick, tumbling, he splashed in the water, his face hitting the bottom and scratching against the rocks laid out at the bottom. He sat there, drenched and angry, he watched as the fungus turned and walked away. His eyes followed where it went, stalking the funguar as it led him to its master. Challenger patted the fungus on the back, he turned and walked away, time to actually get some experience in now that the fun was over. He walked along the road, eyes alert for anything that will attack him. “The beauty of Beastmaster is that if you know what to do, you would never die by aggro.” Tone had told him, he was a high level Bst. “You send your pet to fight it while to run to a safe spot.” He had coached him. “Start small.” He told himself as he sent his pet after a bunny. The funguar kicked it and Chall fought alongside with it, using his scythe to make sure this rabbit faced death. Wheeling the heavy weapon Chall felt powerful, he swung it with pride. The bunny died and Chall rejoiced, his first victory in a new land. It was a cause for celebration.

He walked along with his pet again, this time venturing farther down the road, up near the place where the rivers met, home of the tigers. He looked them over as they stalked back and forth, fangs sharper than the huge claws they had. He gulped at the thought of being on the end of them. He looked at his fungus, he nodded to him, asking if he was ready, it looked at him, a wild look in its eyes. “Come on, don’t be scared.” Chall tried to coach. When the tiger was alone, he sent the fungus after it, he went halfway before returning. Chall stared confused, “Fight.” He ordered it, and fight he did. He kicked Chall in the shins, he doubled over because he was taken by surprise. He had lost control over the monster, and now it was time for the repercussion of the job. He tried to charm it again, but he failed, he backed away as the fungus came closer. He swore to himself, he tried to charm again and the funguar stopped, he took his place at his side once again. He sat against the tree, relieved he was going to live this time, this once. He heard a low growl behind him, he didn’t have to think, and he knew what it was. He had walked too close, desperately trying to get away from the pet that turned on him. He heard another growl, he got up and prepared to run for it. The tiger pounced in front of him, cutting off the direction he was running. It brandished his sharp claws and took a swing at Challs neck. He raised his shield to cover himself, the tiger’s paw latched onto the wooden shield, almost ripping it in half. The tiger yanked his claw loose, flinging Chall’s shield away with it. He sat there, axe in hand, trembling. His mind blanked, and then he thought about what Tone said. “Let the pet die.” He mumbled the words aloud, he looked around for his fungus that was nowhere in sight. “Gay.” He said he ran for it, jumping over tree stumps and his legs splashing through the water. The tiger was clawing at his heels, he saw a cave up ahead, but he would have to get a good jump to reach it. Not thinking twice he sprinted towards the cave and got a good lift from the tree stump, he jumped arms extended and grabbed the edge of the cave entrance. He grabbed a hold of it, lifting himself up onto the ledge. He looked down when his heartbeat returned to normal, he stuck his tongue out at the tiger, and turned to peer inside the cave. The tiger waited, he was hot on Chall’s tail and wouldn’t give up that easy, patiently he laid his head down, waiting on the Beastmaster to return. Moving down the murky cave, he was enticed by a lit fire. Chall moved quietly, seems like something lives here. He looked around and saw nothing, just a fire with some food brewing. The aroma tickled his taste buds, and he looked to get a peek inside the pot. He looked at the flint stones on the ground, that ignite the fire. Something was smart enough to make it, so he figured it was a player that took refuge here, probably after the night of leveling took a break in this safe haven. He noticed some gil sitting beside the boiling pot, he could use some, he was flat broke. He picked up the chefs spoon and began stirring the contents of the pot, he might as well make himself at home. He put the spoon to his lips, not a bad taste he noticed.

He had gotten cozy, he devoured all of the food and was looking to rest up for the rest of the night, whoever had the spare gil laying around sure wouldn’t miss it. He set his alarm, he only wanted to sleep for a couple of hours, and hopefully he would be out before the occupant returned. With a full belly and money in his pocket, he dozed off, thinking about making it to town to buy new weapons with the money he found, it was twenty thousand dollars. He didn’t think of it as stealing, more like liberating it from an owner who would leave it on the ground all alone. Tomorrow was a long day for him, and he had to be ready. The Goblin Leecher walked down the path, the aroma filling his nose just as it did before he left, he went to Jeuno to buy some spices to add to his stew tonight, he wanted to take his mind off being upset earlier. He dropped the bag at the foot of the cave, walked towards his room and immediately swore up a storm. His pot….. empty and turned over, his gil….. gone. His supper was ruined, now he was going to go hungry for a night because the shops were closed and he wasn’t planning on taking another trip anyways, not tonight. He scanned the room, his eyes fixed on the Hume lying in the corner, his head resting against his knapsack. Chunks of his Goblin Stew residue was all over his clothes. His gil was sticking out of his visitors bag. He looked familiar, his eyes grew big as he remembered the impromptu bath he had taken earlier. He took out his staff, he was prepared to bludgeon him to death and then he stopped. He had another idea for the pesky Bst. Chall had woken up a lot earlier than he expected, he felt extremely hot. He tried to move his arms, they were tied, he adjusted his eyes to the dark cave, only light was cast was the light from the fire, his world spun around and around, his backside felt on fire. He fixed his eyes on the Goblin, who was turning the big stick around and around, the more he pulled, the more Chall turned. The goblin stopped, Chall looked at him from atop the fire. His hands and feet were tied to the log, he was the roast of the night. His eyes pleaded with him, then were glassed over with fear. The Goblin poked him with a fork, he then whistled. Chall looked to the side to see the tiger walking towards him. He closed his eyes…………..

Curses.... Foiled A Goblin

2008-09-10T20:13:00.000-07:00

Drtran showed zero nervousness on his face as he walked into the area. He had revenge on his brain, this time, this Goblin was going down. He had been beaten and humiliated all week and today was the last straw. It was only so many times he could lose, he was running out of money, his addiction kicked him the ass. Bluffstix wore a grin when he spotted Doc walking down towards him. Me’Bhi the Quaduv looked at the Taru. “I’m back.” Doc boldly stated, peering into the Goblins eyes with a look of determination. “You bring me my money?” Bluff asked. Doc reached into his pants pocket and handed it over. “Scram!” he shouted at Doc who wouldn’t budge. Me’Bhi raised his sword, poking Doc in the back with it, he was interrupting their game. “Grown folks are playing here.” He said as he poked. “One more go.” Doc said, sidestepping his sword. “You owe me it.” He said again. He removed the Goblin Die from his pockets. “Scared?” he asked as he shook them in his hand. “Haven’t you been beaten enough?” Bluff questioned, if Doc wanted to lose more money, than he was sure to not stand in his way. “I’ve collected I’ll say around… four hundred thousand dollars from you.” He poked fun at Doc’s weeklong losing streak. No matter how many times he was beaten, he always came back. He even lost the cloak off his back in one game, Doc was addicted. It was fast money, easy money. Who needs a BCNM when Bluff ran his own gambling rings in the restricted area of Newton Movalpolos. Only the gutsy players dared to seek him out, given the fact that all the Moblins that lived here were angry and loved fights. Doc slammed the dice on the table, “Don’t be scared.” He taunted. “Step to the back and wait your turn.” Bluff told him as him and Me’Bhi finished their game. Doc did as he was told, he didn’t mind waiting all day. He had an ace up his sleeve. He went to a wise chanter in Windurst Waters and got his dice fixed with a lucky enchantment spell. It could’ve been a hoax and the guy just wanted the money but it was a risk Doc was willing to take. He rubbed them between his finger tips. The rules were simple, the higher roll won and they rolled 3 times whoever won the set get a point, 5 points and game is over. Me’Bhi slammed his fist on the table, shattering it. He screamed at Bluff who did nothing more than laugh and stuck out his had. “Cheater!” he yelled and withdrew his sword. “Just pay up the money and get out.” Bluff looked at him. “You’re not welcome back here, how dare you accuse me of cheating.”

Two moblins appeared as Bluff snapped his fingers and Me’Bhi was escorted outside. Bluff counted his money and turned to Doc. “Are you poor yet?” he asked him. Doc didn’t want to let his shell know what was going on, he had to unequip it and make himself invisible on his friend list. No one in there could understand and he knew they would take pity on him, or stop him, but he was a man full of pride, and a man who would not be beaten. When his friends asked what happened to his money he had to lie and say he gave it to friends, he was generous like that though. Doc remembered it, he was sitting in Windy Waters with his legs dangled over the pond. He was down on his luck but he wanted revenge. Suddenly someone sat next to him. Bhare The Wise was the greatest Chanter is all of Windy, he was a legend in the country of sorcery. Doc knew who he was, and when Doc told him his troubles, he insisted on taking his help, for a small fee or course. Two grand he charged to load his dice with good luck, it may have been superstition but Doc wanted his money back, without spilling Goblin blood all over the place. He walked towards Newton with a smile on his face and a serious chip on his shoulder, today was the day. He planned top put it all up, he had to borrow four hundred grand from a friend, and promised he’d pay it back soon. He was shit out of his luck and he thanked his lucky stars his friend looked out for him. He put it on the line, he won, he nets 800k, he loses….. He didn’t think of losing. Bluff threw water on Doc’s face, snapping him back to the present time. He looked around the room, he noticed HIS black cloak hanging up on the coat rack. He remember walking through North Gustaberg that cold and windy night, he did it all shirtless. All because he needed something to bid and he was fresh out of money. He was addicted to gambling, and trying to win his money back. It damn near seemed like Bluffstix had a contract on Doc’s soul. He would probably bet that if he lost tonight. He had the contract written in his back pocket. I will forever serve you until my body grows old and wrinkled, waiting on your every move with every ounce of soul in my body. My soul is your soul. X:__________

“Let’s do this.” He said as he snapped his mind away, he’s becoming a junkie. He fingers shook nervously as he set the money on the table. “Who’d you fuck to get that?” Bluff laughed. He counted it over and nodded his head to the Taru. “My dice or yours?” he asked. Doc held out his hand and Bluff grabbed them, balls his fist and let them go. And the game began, Doc ended up with a 4-2 lead. Excitedly he threw the dice, as it landed on the ground he sighed, Bluff won that pair. 4-3 Then it was 4-4. Doc jaws hit the floor, he had rolled a 21, perfect, Bluff would have to roll a 22 to beat him. The Goblin blew on the dice, and then he let it go. Time seemed to be moving in slow motion as the dice bounced around the area, it landed the first die at 11. The second was spinning wildly on its side, adding a dramatic effect. He felt his heart stop when it landed on 11. He couldn’t believe it, he was beaten again. He swore, he yelled, he grew angry. An hour later Doc was turning to leave, adjusting his boxers so he wasn’t revealing himself. He was broke and damn near naked, but what hurt most was he was still a loser. His errant gear, belonged to Bluff. His Diamond rings, Bluff’s. His Artifact armor, was his also. “Goodbye fella. I’m a self-made millionaire thanks to you.” He said as he led Doc to the door. “And by the way….” Bluff began as Doc was out the door. “Tell Bhare I have all of his money now.” Bluff said as he slammed the door. Grin wide on his face.

Two Of A Pair

2008-09-10T20:09:00.000-07:00

Biofao looked at his longtime friend Fico in amazement. “You sure you want to do this?” he questioned. Bio was getting a little nervous at what was ahead of them. Being a Black Mage, Bio never had any fear of ripping a monster a new one with elemental spells, but Fico had other plans for them tonight. Fico shrugged him off. “Yeah, don’t be such a puss.” He laughed, tapping Bio on the shoulder. Fico was a proud Warrior, able to deal out damage with the best of them. He laced up his Hauberk and tied his Thick Boots. Bio firmly placed the cloak’s hood over his head. They left the moghouse and set out with what he knew would wind up being their deaths. But Fico was his best friend, and he’d do anything for him. Windurst Woods was quiet tonight, Bio observed the fishes swimming in the ponds. He watched as they swam freely, knowing that sooner or later they would end up tied and sold to the highest bidder. Fico led the way to the Chocobo stables and ordered himself a bird. “The chances of us living are?” Bio pondered, he didn’t really care if he died. “Slim to shit.” Fico laughed. They shared a moment of laughter. They decided to do this on their own seeing as how they didn’t want to trouble the others with it. Fico had his Axe’s polished and ready and Bio had himself a wide collection of staves. Fico wanted this armor badly, and he would do anything to get it, and Bio sensed that. They just didn’t want to trouble any others that were busy to drop what they were doing and come on a death trip with them. He kicked his heels and the bird took off, flying out of the gate. Bio was on his heels as the raced through the Sauromugue outlands. “Reraise, Blink.” Bio was making a verbal checklist on what to cast upon himself. “Calm down, this won’t be easy but I guarantee you we will stand a fighting chance.” He assured him. “If you say, you’re used to getting me killed.” He laughed. “I’m also used to doing your wife but you never brag about that to the guys.” Fico countered. “I know what you mean, your wife is horrible, no need to be joyous there.” Bio had himself a laugh.

They decided to do this on their own seeing as how they didn’t want to trouble the others with it. Fico had his Axe’s polished and ready and Bio had himself a wide collection of staves. Fico wanted this armor badly, and he would do anything to get it, and Bio sensed that. They just didn’t want to trouble any others that were busy to drop what they were doing and come on a death trip with them. He kicked his heels and the bird took off, flying out of the gate. Bio was on his heels as the raced through the Sauromugue outlands. “Reraise, Blink.” Bio was making a verbal checklist on what to cast upon himself. “Calm down, this won’t be easy but I guarantee you we will stand a fighting chance.” He assured him. “If you say, you’re used to getting me killed.” He laughed. “I’m also used to doing your wife but you never brag about that to the guys.” Fico countered. “I know what you mean, your wife is horrible, no need to be joyous there.” Bio had himself a laugh. They entered the Canyon and made their way to the Maze of Shakhrami. That’s where the Notorious Monster was located. Before they got off their birds Fico double-checked that Bio was okay with this. Bio nodded his head and they got off. The warm sun caused beads of sweat to drip down their foreheads. They entered and made their way until the bottom floor, around the area where he was suppose to pop. Rattnix, a goblin NM dropped what Fico calls Godly pants gear. It had +5 Strength, +5 Dexterity and +8 Attack and +8 Accuracy. He only spawns once a day and today his camp was empty. They were Rare/Ex also, so that means that the gilsellers stayed away from him. Fico sat on the bones that were near him, “Shall we kill the place holders?” he asked Bio. He was busy casting Freeze on a nearby scorpion. He chanted and chanted and then it came out, cold swept through the area as the scorpion was engulfed in a pool of ice before he was release into his death. “Cute.” Fico scoffed and patted him of the back. He picked up a pebble and launched it in the Goblin Tinkerer’s area. It bounced off of his leg and he turned angrily towards him. He started casting Aspir, and Fico couldn’t help but laugh seeing as how dumb the monster is since he has zero magic points. When he undid his axes from its belt, he held them in both hands, laying weight into the Goblin’s body armor. Each hit cutting its way into the monster’s flesh. He didn’t last long and he gave up and died. They sat there hours, having fun beating up on the innocent bystanders.

Fico tossed Bio a beer as they took a breath, Bio pulled out his food stash. “Fat Fucker.” Fico laughed, “Damn Straight.” Bio said as he dipped into his fresh rolanberry pie. “Jealous?” he asked with rolanberries smeared on his face. “All I have is this hedgehog flavored crap.” Fico took it out of his bag. He looked over it, disgusted. “Gimme a bite.” He cried as he snatched it out of his hands. Bio wrestled with him for a moment, the hunger was inside of him and friend or not, you touch his food and that meant death. They tussled for a second, laughing as though they were drunk. Bio managed to wrestle the pie out of Ficos’ hand and devoured it for himself. He reached into his bag and pulled out his favorite drink, brewed by the Yagudo’s in Giddeus. He chugged at it, teasing Fico with it, as Fico munched on his hedgehog pie. He washed down the awful taste with even more awful distilled water, all because Bio refused to share. He stared at him, hatred in his eyes as his stomach began to ache. Fico was hacking away at mob after mob, it’s been six hours they’ve been here with no other company besides them. Despite the food war, he and Bio kept up the chit chat. That’s when he saw it. Rattnix popped, and he grew hungry for those pants. He nudged Bio to get ready and he took all the precautions needed to buff himself. As Bio ready to cast Bio II on the NM, he stopped. Sweat poured down his forehead and his finger shook nervously. Rattnix had his eyes on them, but they were out of aggro range. He turned away from the NM and walked towards the corner of the room. Fico looked amazed and followed him. “Something wrong?” he ended up asking, he was dying to know. “Nervous, give me a second.” Bio shook him off. “Come on, do you let your sons get nervous before a big game?” he questioned him. “No, I tell them suck it up like a man.” “Then do that.” “But I’m a little Taru.” Bio had a quick laugh. “Be a man,” he ushered him on. “Then won’t you go hit it.” He dared. Fico looked over at Rattnix, standing there with his dagger in hand. “Naw, I’m okay.” Fico replied. He took a seat near Bio. “Go ahead, you’re a Warrior.” “He looks likes he may eat me.” Fico laughed. “I can’t believe we get here and puss out.” Bio laughed, taking another sip from his drink. “We can always say we beat it but it didn’t drop pants.” Fico thought. “We could say he was a tough son of a bitch and you even get to be there hero.” They laughed at the idea.

They kept Rattnix company for a hour, “Do you want to just warp out of here?” Bio asked Fico. “Nope… I’m good, I’m tempted to try it.” Fico said, his knees clanging together. “Yeah.” Bio nodded in agreement. “It’s just death right.” As Bio stood up, he sat back down, this time even more timid than before. As time went by, Rattnix stood there looking restless, almost pleading with them to walk into aggro range. “Think he’ll come to us?” Bio asked. “No he’s a Goblin, he’s lazy.” Was how Fico replied. He seemed as though he heard them, but he wouldn’t move. “Dude…” “What are we doing.” Bio stood on his feet and said. As he did this Rattnix looked over and him and readied his daggers, two more steps and he can pounce on these two he thought. Another hour has past and they all sat in there spots, all three of them. “My kid has a hockey game in an hour, I got to get out of here.” Bio stated. He opted to just warp Fico out of here but Fico opted to stay. He searched around his bag and took out the hedgehog pie, he cupped it in his hands. “You’ll probably like this.” He shouted as he chucked it at Rattnix. “Fico!” Bio screamed. Rattnix made his way towards them. Neither one of them had buff themselves yet. Rattnix had all the anger in the world inside of him and he decided now he would unleash it, he sat there for hours waiting on these two. He reached into his gobbie bag, fiddled around pulled out a bomb. “Oh for fucks sake.” Bio screamed. Rattnix lit the fuse, gave them the finger, and dropped it onto the ground, causing the whole area to quake when it exploded. Rattnix died with a smile on his face as Bio and Fico lay next to him. Their bodies couldn’t take the inferno that has lit the area of the camp ablaze, satisfied he vanished. “Dead. I knew it.” Bio whispered to him. “The pants dropped.” Fico said excited. “You have Reraise up right, get up and pass the pants.” Fico ordered, he was dead, but he was smiling. “No dipshit, I had no time to cast it before you chucked your prison food at him.” Bio replied. “You kidding me right.” Fico said. As time went by they wondered who can rush to raise them, but before they knew it, the pants dropped. Biofao obtains Goblin’s Slacks. Bio didn’t know it, but a little part of Fico screamed on the inside. Then there was laughter, Fico was laughing hard, he knew that would happen, he just knew it. “My luck.” He muttered as they enjoyed the laugh together. “Beats dying 30 feet away from the crag with no raisers near us.” Bio smiled at the memory.

A Red Mage's Destiny

2008-09-10T20:02:00.000-07:00

"Come on, time to leave." Fusan yells to the remaining patrons of the bar. It was late and he was getting ready to close shop for the night, he had a full night of errands he had to get done. "Let's get a move on people." Drakkonis took the last swig from his cup, letting the taste linger in his mouth. "Come on buddy." he said as he patted Drakk on the shoulder. "Just give me a second." he replied stubbornly. Drakk had just returned from a long break, he was looking to get back into the swing of things. His world had changed and he had no more time for leveling anymore, but he decided that tonight, he will lace up his Warlock's Tabard and get some experience in, even if he was a little rusty. He slammed the glass on the table, he turned to head out the door. He decided to swing by his place to grab his gear, get his sword and time to put in an application to level. He prayed it wouldn't take all night to land a job but he was damn sure ready to withstand the time.

Inside his moghouse his mind raced about many things, it's been awhile since he suited up to level. Last time he fought he did it alongside his wife, and his close friends. Gone were the memories of his static. The remaining members had moved on in his wife and his absence. They became far more experienced, one even changed jobs permanently. He hit submit from his Moghouse computer and his information was sent across Vanadiel. Soon every party leader looking for a member would be able to ask him to join. He decided to browse the net, to get by some downtime. He glared at the picture of his wife and two kids. "Stella." he claimed as he picked it up, she was the soul remaining member of his static that was in level range, well because they both returned together. His moogle leaned over his shoulder "Master Drakk." "Yes." he turned. "You have a message." he relayed. "Hey man, we need a Red Mage." the tell was sent to him. Like a tiger he pounced at the opportunity. "When, where and are you ready?" he spat out. Rushing to put the rest of his gear on. "Can you sub White Mage?" he asked. Drakk paused for a second, a little alarm went off in his head. "They want me to main heal." he thought to himself. Drakk personally hates playing the lead healer, it annoys him, he has too much to do in a party and focusing on Refreshing everyone and keeping the party alive is stressing. "No." he replied. There was a silence on the other end. A minute passed before he gave Drakk the information he wanted to here. "We are in Wajoam Woodlands at H-12." That's all he needed to hear. He placed his shiny new Warlock's Chapeau on his head, he dusted off his Bloody Rapier and it was out the door he want. He arrived at the party, and by the looks on their faces they were happy to see him. He checked over the party list. Paladin, Black Mage, Black Mage, Samarui, a Thief and him. The Paladin looked at him with a glint in his eyes and Drakk gave him what he wanted. He closed his eyes and focused his aim, there Refresh. "Let's do this." he breathed a heavy breath, he knew he was in for a handful tonight.

The first fight was okay for Drakk, not too much. The Black Mages seemed to be on good behavior tonight. After fight number five, then there was trouble. The one Black Mage cried when his MP hit 200 points, and Drakk told him to stop Nuking and that wouldn't happen. The Sam begged for Haste, the Paladin ate Drakks MP because of Refresh and the cures he was casting. By the seventh battle, anyone that cried about anything wasn't getting a thing casted on them until the next fight. He kindly explained that the Sam can't get Haste if he has to Refresh the Pld, cure him and debuff the mob, so he was just shit out of luck. "You're a fucking Red Mage, you are suppose to Haste a Heavy Delay Weapon swinging party member, you dipshit," Drakk stared at him, amazed. "Shut the fuck up and quit your fucking whining. You're a Sam, you sit there, hit shit, and shut up." he replied. Before the Blm could part his lips to ask for a Refresh Drakk turned to him. Here. Refresh.. Refresh... Refresh he cast it upon him three times. "Oh damn, will you look at that, a dead Pld. But..... you got your Refresh." Drakk said. He bid them farewell. They looked at him with jaws on the floor as he warped himself away. "Warping out of a party leads to a bad reputation." The leader started. "Crying like bitches makes one angry Red Mage." he replied and disbanded. He walked around Aht Urghan Whitegate, he hated this place. It was always crowded. He saw a couple of Blue Mages sitting in the corner chatting. He walked over to them. They were in the midst of a debate, about a jobs roles in a party. They seemed like they just got the job and were fairly new to it. "A Red Mage." one of them stated noticing Drakk arrive. "Do you know your destiny?" One of them asked, and playfully pointed his sword at him. "To kick your ass if you don't get that thing out my face." He heard the growing crowd murmur. That started a heated debate, over what class was better. "You Blu's all think you godly." was Drakk's statement. "Better than being a Refresh Bitch." They looked at his sword and laughed. "What the hell you going to do with that, tickle the mob with your Too Weak melee." "I'll carve a hole in your gay underwear that you're wearing with it." he said. "Gotta go boys, I..... unlike u guys....got a party."

He got off his bird and prayed, prayed that these guys aren't whiny dickheads. "Fucking sweet." he yelled at the setup. Ninja, White Mage, Bard, Dark Knight, Warrior and him. "Much Better." He thought. He Refreshed the Whm, and the party began. They were cruising, Drakk only had to worry about doing his thing. After the fifth fight, he grew a little bored. The Lesser Colibri followed the Brd to camp, and Drakk gave the Whm one last Refresh. He withdrew his blade. He ran up to the Colibri and began hacking furiously at it, he imagined it was a bitchy Sam. After that fight was through, all of his party member stared at him, he thought he had something on his face, so he proceeded to wipe it, making sure no Colibri droppings landed on him when he made it his bitch. The Brd halted his pulling, everyone stopped what they were doing, all eyes on Drakk. "What?" he gave in and asked. Before he knew it the War and Drk were on the ground laughing. "What?" he asked confused again. The Nin couldn't contain himself either. Drakk wiped the sweat from his forehead. "A fighting Rdm." the Drk crowed. "And...." he asked them. Their faces flushed with laughter again. "No fighting please, assist only." The Whm finally stated. "Are you serious?" "Why can't I melee?" he asked. "Cause your weak hits only give the mob more tp." the Drk bellowed. "A Red Mage doesn't melee." the War laughed. "How would you know, are you a Rdm?" Drakk asked. "Um... no... but I know we sure don't want you destroying the mobs or gaining hate from your uber damage." he replied to a whole group of laughter. He didn't hesitate to warp away from that party. Walking around Port Jeuno, he had to have about five stressful parties tonight, he figured he'd hang it up for good tonight, get some rest and probably try again tomorrow. He had warped out of five parties, his mind came across what the Blue Mage said. Maybe his destiny in a party isn't to melee, but then again his destiny wasn't to be superman in a party either. He stepped closer towards his MH when a sign on the wall caught his eye. BEWARE!! it flashed in big red letters. NEWB RDM ON THE LOOSE. WILL WARP WITHOUT WARNING, THINKS HE CAN FIGHT AND CRIES WHEN HAVE TO MAIN HEAL. Beneath it was a picture of him, he ripped it off the wall, crumbled it in his hands. "I'm going Puppetmaster from here on out." he said as he tossed the crinkled paper behind him.

The Hunted

2008-09-10T18:39:00.000-07:00

With her bag on her shoulder she set the first step out of the hut. She had a lot of her mind as she headed towards the jungle trying to catch up with her tourguide. Her boyfriend of two years had just dumped her, pity she brought the fool with her on this luxury vacation. That was all a big part of her anger she couldnt deny it. But Patrick, her ex wasn't bound to ruin her trip. She had worked hard for this vacation, not actually it was more luck than hard work. But it was hers and she was bound to have a good time. At the time of the argument she just wished he would fall off a cliff. To think of the nerve of that guy. She was getting pretty much used to the buttholes and just thought it was her luck.
When her foot hit the damp grass she despised her decision to wear shorts. She was going to itch all day now, what on earth was she thinking? Her blue eyes looked around but she couldn't see a sign of anyone near her. Don't panic, just walk through, they got to be here somewhere. Is what she reminded herself to keep her cool. Her eyes looked past the trees and the bushes, if she didnt fear being lost she would have been totally blown away by the beautiful scenery. She made herself keep walking, reminding herself that within minutes she would be back with her group and all safe and sound. Even the sound of rocks scraping under her foot made her nervous. Here she was in broad daylight and scared like a dog when had just shat on the carpet.
Twenty minutes later she told herself she had taken a wrong turn somewhere, because she just ended up deeper in the jungle. She was going to take the easy road out and blame Patrick for this, it was his fault, he got her all messed up in the head. Ahole. Her journey came to a halt when she noticed a cave at the end of the road. Her brain farted, but she knew she wasnt going inside, who knows what creature lives in there. Paranoid was one word to describe her as she turned around and headed back the way she came. Something caught her eye in the distance and she stopped, it looked like a person.

The Reason JustCartilage Hates Camping

2008-09-10T18:04:00.000-07:00

“Hurry the hell up goob.” Just yells from outside the moghouse door. “Calm down.” I yell. “I want to get there early before the other campers arrive.” He yelled again. We were planning a camping trip. The destination was Castle Oztroja. I had just packed the last Courier Carrie into my bag, I’m a Beastmaster, so it’s best I have my pets. Just is a Monk, all he had to pack was his knuckles and some beer.
I step out into the fresh air of Port Jeuno, the smell from the sea hits my nose, Just stares at me, a grin growing on his face. “Let’s get me a fucking O-Kote.” He laughed. I grin at him, “We hope so.” “Are we teleporting or hitching the yellow bird?” I ask. “Fuck if I care, just come on.” Just states. “How does that work anyway?” he asked pointing to the flute I carry. “I use it to call a beast to come and fight by my side.” “Looks hella gay on you dude, in my opinion.” “Can we get to camp, we will see how gay it is when it saves your life.” I snap back. He pats me on the shoulder, “Ease up, messing with you.” We step inside the chocobo stable, I put my hand over my nose. “Stinky ass birds.” Just laughs. We pay the rental fare and it’s off we go. “I ain’t leaving without a Kote.” The Galka-man states. “I got all day to burn.” He says as I laugh so hard I almost fall off my bird. We head through the Champaign and make our way to the mountains. After a ten minute bird ride we arrive at our destination. Castle O, as it is referred to.
I get off the bird, “I hate camping.” Just says and he relieves his bird of the weight he put on its back. It limps away, poor chocobo. I think. Just spends 24/7 crafting his cooking, he fishes, he makes money… that’s it…he hates leveling and camping. Me personally I do a mix of them all, but I never really camp, takes too much time, time I could be spending hitting stuff with my axe. We get to the spot we need to be, with Just slapping every Yagudo he sees in sight. We look to our left, we have company. “Gilsellers.” Just tells me like I didn’t know. I see them all the time, Trun and Zzzzzzzz. They are notorious gilsellers in Castle O. I personally despise them.. “Let’s bitch slap Mee Deggi.” Just laughs as he pops him a beer. “No vodka?” I ask. “Not tryna be shitfaced when he pops.” He laughs. I nod my head in agreement, it’s just the four of us out here on a sunny day. Thirty minutes into our trip as me and Just bash Yagudo skulls our minds start to worry. Those two guys haven’t moved a muscle since we got here. I know that’s their aim, they never move until Mee Deggi pops so we have to be sharp.
We know that even the slightest distraction and our Notorious Monster is claimed and it’s another hour of waiting. Just takes a seat in the water, splashing water on a crab as it walks near him. I stare at our competition, “Man their gear sucks.” I laugh. “No shit dude, they don’t care they just want to be rich.” Just states.“So you selling or keeping. This is a sure fire million.” I ask as CC hits a innocent Yagudo. “I want this shit, for me.” Just grins. “You pass up money?” I looked shocked. “I like expensive shit.” He laughed.We get ready to become alert. We see Trun move around, circling the water. “Let’s do this.” Just says. I turn my attention away from the Yagudo CC is devouring, that’s one blood hungry crab. Mee Deggi The Punisher spawns, he takes two steps. Just puts his knuckles on his hands, he runs over towards him. “He’s ours Tone.” He yells. As he prepares to lay blow after blow into him, he can’t. He looks at him puzzled, he sees Trun enticing Mee Deggi. “That fucker voked it.” He yelled. Provoke is a fast way to claim a NM and it’s something neither one of us had. As the gilsellers wail away at the NM Just feels his frustration going through the roof. “That was ours.” He yells angrily, they pay him no mind and they show him no care. “I hate these fuckfaces.” He spat. After Mee Deggi croaks his last breath, they run off. Just kicks water at them as they pass him, they shake their head in disgust at him.“That shit always happen.” He yells. “That’s why I hate camping.” I say, so it’s another hour of sit and waiting for us. I decide to call out my NPC. Karyn takes a seat near me. “Your girlfriend in a bottle is kinda hot.” Just roars with laughter. “Damn straight.” I play along. “She into three-ways?” he asked. “Drunkard.” I look around, twenty minutes has passed since Mee Deggi died, and he shall be making his return in forty more minutes.
Just decided to let out his frustration and Raging Fists a poor crawler.Trun makes his way back towards us, smile spread on his face, arrogant ass. Just looks at him, a menacing glare in his eyes. He didn’t seem intimidated, he just went back to his normal spot to stand. “They piss me off, we do all the hard work and they claim the mob.” I say. I say it loud enough so he can hear me, but he wouldn’t care, he’s a gilseller, he don’t have feelings, they have no soul. After another 30 minutes past, we ready ourselves again. Mee Deggi is ready to pop and we will be ready. Just stopped Yagudo molesting and began circling the water, if he pops, he was his.Mee Deggi spawns to life again. As CC battles a pesky Earth Elemental I get a good view of the NM, he popped near me. I run over and hit him with my axe, it landed cleanly. He was ours. Before Just could reach me, Trun and Zzzzzz ran over to us, looking at me, waiting. Before I knew what was going on Mee Deggi was fighting Trun. I looked puzzled, baffled, confused as fuck. Then it dawned on me, by me dual fighting Mee Deggi at times becomes unclaimed, they noticed that, and they pounced. “Fuckers.” I slap them in the back of the head. I kick them in the shins, I do everything out of anger. They provoked him the minute he became unclaimed. “What the fuck happened?” Just asked. “I can’t dual fight.” I respond. He looks at me and sighs. “He was ours Tone. What the hell dude.” He turned the anger at me.
CC defeats the Elemental and returns to me, his head hung low as he noticed the despair on his masters face. “Let me guess, that little fucker feels what you feel, touching.” Just replied snappily. Mee Deggi dies and Trun adds insult to injury, O-Kote is his, and he bows to me… thanking me. Zzzzz pats me on the back, I withdraw me axe. I turn to them, pointing it at them. “Dude.” Just slapped me, “Go ahead and get yourself banned.” He reminded me of the player vs player fighting rules, it’s a bannable offense to attack another player with weapons or magic unless in Ballista or Brenner. I put the axe back at my side and sigh. Nothing we can do. Two hours into the trip and me and Just have become irate, Mee Deggi was scheduled to pop again in the next twenty minutes. There wasn’t any talking going on between us. It was odd, Trun and his partner have not made a return to us yet. We figured they have went home and left us to camp it all alone. Five minutes to Mee Deggi the timer in my head popped. And here comes the assholes turning the corner. As my phone rang off, I looked down to check who it was that was texting me. I smile as I typed into my phone again, I was using it to pass the time since Just went on a silent treatment mode. He figured us chatting messed us up and we need to focus. I hear fighting going on beside me and I look up and stare angrily. “Oh my fucking god.” I cry in disgust.

Mee Deggi spawned right next to me, but I was typing in my phone. “Fuck fuck fuck.” I scream. Just comes around to see the NM claimed and looked at me, the guilty look on my face, phone in my hand, I was caught. “Tell me…” he began, his cheeks puffed, he was a little drunk. “Tell me… we didn’t lose claim, cause you were on your phone.” I looked down like a little kid being scolded for eating candy before dinner. I was caught, I had no lie in my brain. “What model is your phone, let me see.” Just asked as he extended his arms. I hand him the phone. “You have long distance?” he asked. “Yeah.” I reply confused. He turned away from me and chucked it as far as he could up onto the upper levels of the castle. “Good.” He replied and retreated back to Yagudo killing for another hour.I sat there, Rampaging Yag after Yag after Yag. I had no one to talk to, Just ignored me, he chucked my phone and my NPC left a hour ago, only person I could speak to was my pets, but I’d be crazy to chat with them. I wanted to go home, this camp was a disaster and I felt like I wasted four hours of my life, but Just was a good friend, one of the best I had and this meant a lot to him. So I stayed. Mee Deggi was popping soon again and I wanted this bastard, drop or not, just to claim it.I saw no one around us. I look off into the distance, expecting to see our buddies walking down the hallway. I sat on the edge of the water, I skipped a rock. I heard splashing coming from around me, I looked around confused. I saw dust kick up and saw footprints. “What the hell?” I looked shocked. Then it hit, those fuckers. “They Invisible.” I yell to Just to keep him alert. The gilsellers are really fucking with us now. They made themselves invisible to make it seem like they left us along to camp Mee Deggi. The footstep stopped right in front of me. I felt a finger poke me, and he shushed me. “Be quiet.” The voice spoke. I was baffled, I thought all gilsellers were Chinese. Mee Deggi popped near Just. He wasted no time at all. Before his punch landed, Trun provoked it. His fist was so close to his face too. Just let out a angry growl.
He turned and began to walk away. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face me, his eyes were bloodshot. “Where you going?” “To go get these guys a Ballista request. I’m fucking them tonight, prison style.” He says as he walked off. I followed behind him, “So you just gonna quit?” “Hell yah, I could’ve made so much money in the hours I wasted here.” He replied angrily. “These fuckers suck.” He spat on the wall. “I’m hot, sweaty, stinky and O-Kote-less.” “One more Just.” I call to him. “Then we leave and do something else.” I try to make him feel better. He gives in and we return, time to play the sitting game for one more hour. Just is out of it, he’s drunk, right now every Yagudo looks like Mee Deggi, he yells I got him on a normal mob. He went into his reserve Vodka stash. He was shitfaced but he seemed happy. When his eyes cleared a second, he saw him. “Mee Deggi The Fucking Punisher.” He shouted. He’s closer to Just than he is me. I see the gilsellers whisper something and I watch them as they follow just. He stumbles towards the NM. “Viva La Mythic.” He yells. Trun steps closely behind him, he staggerdly equips his knuckles. “Total Rapage.” He slurs. He extends his arm to hit him, he lands flat on his face and is introduced to a mouthful of dirt. I see Trun and Zzzzzz die with laughter as they Provoke Mee Deggi. They tripped him, tripped the drunkard, I was thinking he would have fell on his face regardless. Just banged his mighty fist against the ground. “I hate camping.” He yelled. After Mee Deggi was dead.
Trun and Zzzzz were having a field day, they were pretending to clip each other up, who knew gilsellers had a funny bone. I dust Erick off and I head out of the tunnel, Mee Deggi has frustrated me today and I’m tired of being here, six hours no claim. I’ll camp him again in another year from now. I see Just having a word with Trun, he’s stopped laughing and had a serious expression on his face. After a minute or two Just storms off and catches me in the hallway. “Gave them a piece of your mind bro?” I ask. He shook his head, “I just….” He began. “…. Got their number, I’m getting that Kote tonight, and they going to give me a discount.”

Haha My Own Blog

2008-09-10T17:56:00.000-07:00

Well this should be a fun place to let ppl stop by and get a gander at my work. Nice Nice... a blog.. for my writing, not my thoughts on stuff :P