FFXI The Novel(hmm)

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.