FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby Aeric on Fri Jun 05, 2009 4:11 am

Aeric rubbed his nose.

Defeating the Named Beastman and his surrounding cohorts was no problem for the Red Mage. Especially after the collective gasp, uttered by both Aeric and the surrounding company of agressors, when he landed the first blow on the large Orc. As it turned out, everytime Aerics blades came in contact with an opponent, they would vanish into a wispy cloud of grey and black. It was almost as if the benefeits of the scroll were just misinterpreted and exagerated magical defects.

Taking advantage of this, Aeric attacked the waves of Beastmen in a mock "Sword-Dance". Waving his twin blades, the Red Mage enfeebled the monsters morale with insults of failing progeny and ring-shaped family tree's. The arrogance would catch up to the Red Mage and cost him.

As he cut blindly through the waves of Beastmen, he shouted his war song. He was the crimson clad angel of Salvation. He was the avatar of Altana... until a spiked club landed a crushing blow in the center of his face.

Reality set in quick as Aeric pinched his nose, eyes watering.

Standing before him was a large, unquestionably 'slower' Orc than the rest. He was pot bellied but had massive arms and shoulders. He was armored in various peices of unorthodox protection, which appeared to be equiped at random. His lower lip was disproportionally large for his mashed face, and he constantly secreted a thick, stringy drool.

This Orc was too stupid to activate the scroll. His dulled intelligence prevented him from understanding the complex formula. This made him a very real threat and Aeric was sure there would be more of these peppered throughout the Beastmen armies.

The large Orc began charging Aeric in a berserk frenzy.
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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby urthdigger on Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:29 am

The arrest was fairly straightforward. I was escorted to one of the prisons within the city, where my weapons and armor were stripped from me, and I was given a prison uniform to wear. Afterwards, I was shackled with a special pair of cuffs: more or less a darksteel board with holes for my wrists. I have to admit, their attention to security was nice to know as a citizen.

My cell block was on the third floor. Perhaps as a slight nicety to me, I got to have a cell all to myself. That's not to say I didn't have any trouble with the other inmates. I had some heckling from one on my way in.

"Hey, I know yous. You're one o dem adventurers. Hero o' the nation, what are you doing in here?" Called one out. His voice had a certain glee to it, obviously happy to see someone of my stature in there.
"The president has heard the prisoners were threatening to revolt" I retorted "Thought he'd send in someone to entertain the poor guys who haven't seen a girl in years." I grinned at him as convincingly as I could before adding "Once you go galka, you don't go back."

He shut up after that.

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I looked up from my fallen opponent, catching a glimpse of red across the battlefield. It was that red mage, I'd later learn his name was Aeric. He was facing off against several orcs on his own, doing his best to take them down. They kept vanishing, and I figured I'd help him out. After all, we could work better as a team. I spurred my chocobo onward, covering some of the distance quickly. That speed proved to be a detriment when a thick cylinder of wood smashed into my face. I was knocked off my chocobo, which stopped it's charge and began to circle around. Next to me, sheathing a staff, was a moogle. A rogue moogle, his fur was died the typical dark purple with a blue pom-pom that most went with. In addition to the staff now sheathed between his wings, there were a pair of swords at his side, and he wore a chainmail shirt over his upper body. As my glance went downwards, it was obvious he was one of the more physically built moogles, and a quick snap of my gaze up to his face allowed me notice of his long ears. I started to get up, my spear at the ready, when he held a paw out to stop me. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"
"Sure, get on with it."
"Do I make you horny?" he said, gesturing and striking a pose "Randy even?"
I blushed. That was absurdly random, especially for a battlefield "Yeah sure" I admitted.
"Good to hear. You know what they say about long ears." he said, sweeping his paw back, flattening his ears and antenna to his head.
"Yeah, good luck." I retorted, ignoring the innuendo. It was obvious he was trying to fu... screw... mess with my head. "Let's get on with this." I said, finally leaping to my feat and taking a swing at him.

The moogle made no attempt to dodge my strike, but did adjust his stance so the lance hit a more armored section. He drew his blades in kind, swinging both at me. I parried one, the other drawing blood on my right arm. Every so often I tried to take a jab at him, but he blocked and evaded like a pro. Well... go figure. He's probably been fighting all his life, and I just started today. I had to refrain from cheering in joy when I actually finally managed to draw blood. Small victory, but given how I was doing, nothing to cheer about.
"You know, I wonder what will happen when we invade the main section of whitegate" he mused "Most of these adventurers will probably be sent back to the crystal there when they fall in battle... I wonder what will happen if we shatter it. I'm going to have fun finding out!"
"You... you wouldn't!" I shouted. That'd most certainly kill them. I think.
"Oh please, don't tell me you think I won't. Oh shock and horrors, a few of your precious adventurers die. Do you know how many beastmen have already died here?"
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"How naive! You really think they choose to discard immortality for power? It's their leaders who decide that, and you'll notice they don't go the same route for themselves. Besides, your people die, my people die, don't act like you're all so good and noble and the beastmen are nothing but mindless savages. You are one."
I could only grimace at that comment. Technically true... but how anyone could look at the things the beastmen did and sympathize was absurd. I know most of the rogues probably only went that way out of a feeling of kinship. I was interrupted from my thoughts as a look of pleasant surprise crossed his face "Tell me... how is it that a mage like you is actually competent with a spear. Don't tell me you actually practice."
I opened my mouth to respond, but he rushed me in the moment, wrapping his paw around my throat, choking me as he held me close. I could feel his body up against mine, and his nose actually stuck into my muzzle his face was so close to mine. In hindsight, I should have bit him. He took a whiff of my breath, and then threw me to the ground.
"Hah! You vampiric little !@#$%&! Even we don't stoop low enough to use forbidden rituals. So much for the glorious and honorable children of Altana eh? Anyway, there's a difference between you and me. I can keep this up all day. You're going to digest that blood sooner or later, and you'll be even weaker than you are now. Foolish mage."

He was right. I was weak. He was also right about me being attracted to him earlier. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Perhaps if he spent more time noticing other people instead of himself, he would have noticed what I'd noticed: That one of my legs was right between his. Balancing myself on my hands, like I would starting to get up, I quickly swung my foot up as hard as I could, turned around, and took off for the air. Dishonorable yeah, but I really wish I'd been paying attention to the look on his face.
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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby Darkvalkyr on Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:26 am

Valkyr was in the library when he heard noises from outside breaking the deep silence of the library amongst the muffled sounds of war. Several people, he could sense. They weren't beastmen either, though. More people seeking to hide, perhaps?

Let's go check it out. He told his soul. An image of a nod formed in his head, noting his soul's agreement. He quietly opened the door and peered outside, and noticed the group of people seemingly headed towards a destination. He followed them silently from a distance.
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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby Artimecion on Mon Jun 08, 2009 3:22 pm

Artimecion was walking through the palace, following his gut feeling, where to turn and what hallways to take. He was always following his desire to do battle with his would be foe from his vision. He wondered why he was so eager, he had never been so eager to fight before. But something was different some how.

He peered down a balcony and saw a strange Tarutaru moving quietly around the hallways at the bottom. "Hey you!?" he yelled downward. The Taru stopped as if he had just shattered glass. Voices started yelling in the distance. Some how Artimecion knew he had just blown the Taru's cover. He took a long sigh. "How was I supposed to know he was following someone!?" he said to himself. In the direction the Taru was looking, Artimecion felt the presents of his target. "The Library! That is where he is at!" He darted off as fast as he could to the staircase, almost jumping 3 steps at a time on his way down. He passed the Taru without even a glance. He was on a mission, plus he felt bad for giving out his position and did not wish to see the look on his face.

He ran up the hallway, his heart was racing, adrenaline pumping. Every step he took closer to his target the stronger his resolve became. His fiery mark was burning, but this time, it was a burning that was nearly pleasant. As he ran through the hallway he came to the library. He stood before a tall figure; the outline was unmistakably the same figure from his vision. Then he saw it, the raw dark power coming from him, it swirled around him like a storm. There were other people nearby but, Artimecion paid them no attention. He darted for the door, unsheathing his Vulcan Staff. As he slid past the door, it shut with him and locked. The figure had not even noticed the commotion yet.

Artimecion stood with his staff pointed at the figure. "Turn around, you are my enemy and I will defeat you!" he yelled. Still the figure stood still. Artimecion's brow dripped with sweat. "If you will not head my staff, than you shall head my flame!" Magical flame-wrought energy started to flow around him. "Demon of Hell, come forth to banish my foe to your fiery lair! Come now Ifrit!"
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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby onikumomaru on Mon Jun 08, 2009 4:28 pm

Down deep in the basement of the palace where the prisoner cells were at, onikumo walked along side with his father heading down to the labs where his father worked most of his life. Oni looked around into each cell to see if there any prisoners that would look nosey enough to listen in on thier conversation but seeing only a few that were slumped over with thier back to the walls Oni felt it was safe to talk. "So father what has your research now found out about the experiments you've done on me and how to complete it.?" Oni looked over to his father who still held a smug appearance and didnt bother to look back at his son still walking to the labs ahead. "Well quite some time ago me and my staff have come across certain information about harnessing the power of the avatars." Oni spat out a mocking laugh and shook his head. "Ha! Dont give me that bull! No way you think you can harness a avatar's powers without some major reprocussions. You would be a fool to try." Oni's father shook his head in disdain for his son didnt understand fully. "But you see son. It has already been tried and succeeded. We just didnt understand how at first but now we have made enough progress to continue the Spriggan project we forestalled for such a long time." Oni snorted and looked ahead at the right most door to one of the labs at the end of the corridoor. His father's personal lab and board where he stood. Oni's father pulled a key out from one of his sleeves and unlocked the door and pushed his way inside with Oni following him.

The lab had books new and old scattered about half of the room. Empty and half filled bottles and vats of various alchemic liquids and compounds. Oni looked over to his father's desk to see it littered with papers and more books of various materials but he did not care, he wanted to know what his father had instore for him. "So tell me. How do you harness the power of a god hrm? And how can I use it without me being in grave trouble?" Hyoginryu walked over to his desk and pulled out a black binding folder and handed it to Oni. "Open it up my son. Think of it as my gift to you from all these years of neglect." The old man grind and chuckled as Oni took the folder reluctantly and opened it up and read the insides. Oni saw the notes of what was inside and was shocked for what it held within. "Impossible.... You have someone of such power in your possession that they can do this!?" Oni looked at his father with disbelieving eyes only to be responded with a lone nod. Inside the folder where Oni continued to read showed how a summoner that the empire had captured was able to emplace a tattoo of a avatar on an unknown man to give him temporary power of said avatar. Oni fliped the last page and saw with disbelieving eyes of a sheet of ragged parchment that was still intact but it held a old yet very known design on it, one taht Oni had studied when he was a child reading books on the destroyed kingdom of Ephramaud. Oni quickly closed the folder and looked at his father with stern glaring eyes. "The mark of Odin.... The Einerjah that walks among the living. Is that what you have planned for me?"

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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby OMEGA_HACK on Tue Jun 09, 2009 9:23 am

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Altrage spun around at the summoner's words. Without blinking his drew his hexagun and shot towards the intruder. Artimecion, jumped to the side just as he finished casting Ifrit to dodge the bullet. This is no oridinary summoner...Could it be? He thought as he readied another volley of bullets. This aura, this power about this summoner...Could they have reproduced that magic? Altrage fired a round at the summoner again who dove behind a desk. Ifrit was already approaching fast his fists on fire ready to ignite the entire room if that was what it would take.

"Hobb! Take everyone to the Queen's Room!" Altrage commanded as he drew his sword to block one of Ifrit's attacks, "Their should be a good amount of the royal treasure there as well as a secret escape room that leads to the Empress's person flagship; I want you all to get out of here, its no longer safe for anyone!"

"I'm not leaving you behind, Alt!" Hobb yelled back as he cast a song upon the Captain. Altrage felt his muscles relax and grow less tired, but at the same time he could feel an immense surge of strength through out his body. Nanako was already leading the rest of the group out of the library towards the Audience Chamber on the first floor while Hobb remained behind to support the captain. Altrage was already busy enough fighting the Avatar so Hobb played another song to increase their resistance to the fire that Ifrit might cause. He then drew he dagger and rushed towards Artimecion who was already prepared to counter. Dagger clashed enchanted staff as the two began to duel. Artimecion's range was obviously greater than Hobb's and gave an unfair advantage. He blocked the first volley and countered with a low blow to Hobb's shins. Hobb jumped back but was still caught by the blow he fell to a knee and Artimecion took the chance to strike again but Hobb was already climbing to his feet as he blocked the blow and hobbled to the side.


Meanwhile, Altrage and Ifrit battled it out trading blow after blow. Altrage blocked a blow with the barrel of his hexagun as he threw an ice card that stuck into the wall across from him. He continued to throw ice cards until his deck was empty of them. With a roar Ifrit's mouth was filled with flame, Altrage crossed back a few times to get some distance as the Avatar shot a giant fireball from its mouth. The Pirate lifted his blade and gun to a pseudo-shield to block the attack. It exploded on contact and sent him flying back into a desk. Papers and documents flew into the air. Historical documents and books were turned to ash and the book shelves caught flame; it was complete chaos and madness. Altrage grabbed the desk he toppled over and hurled it at the Avatar tapping into the power of Fenrir but not enough to fully lose himself.

With a downward motion of the Avatar's hand he sliced the desk in half with ease but that was all Altrage needed. He had already closed the distance between him and Ifrit. He pulled out his hexagun at point blank range and fired an entire round at the Avatar's face. It roared in pain and just as fast as it appeared it disappeared but not befor a fiery explosion that sent Hobb and Altrage flying into the nearest wall. The Summoner took this time to rush towards Hobb who was already in quite a bit of pain; he could feel the warmth on his hand as he landed a blow into Hobb's rib cage. The bard yelled out in pain as he felt his ribs crack from the blow. Artimecion raised his staff to deal the final blow but was stopped short from the sound of a bullet that pierced the air. Behind him stood the bloodied pirate captain, Altrage his hexagun letting off a white smoke from his Light Shot. Artimecion was frozen in place, asleep from the magicks of the Light Shot. Altrage stumbled over to Hobb clutching his side that oozed blood from a burn.

"Can you stand?" Altrage whinced, "We don't have much time."

"Help me up cousin," Hobb said through gasping breaths. Altrage carefully helped the wounded bard to his feet and the sat him outside of the library. He stumbled back to the doorway of the library where he saw Artimecion waking up. The summoner woke to see his target gone from in front of him and spun towards the door to see Altrage aiming the hexagun at him.

"Before you go," Altrage said to the Summoner, "tell me where did you get that power; the power of the avatars. If you think you can truly wield the power for good then you are mistaken, this is nothing more than a curse." With that the pirate aimed behind the summoner at the ice card stuck in the wall. He fired a bullet causing a chain reaction to occur. One by one the ice cards errupted freezing the fire that raged around the Summoner. The entire room, including the Summoner became covered in a thick blanket of ice; the fire instantly going out. Altrage pulled a coin out of his pocket and flipped it towards the frozen summoner. The silver coin landed on tails, the Ephramaud flagship riding into the west showed itself on the tails end of the coin. Altrage, half-dead from the battle staggered towards the stairs to catch up with the others with Hobb.
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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby Darkvalkyr on Tue Jun 09, 2009 1:38 pm

The combat between Artemicon and Altrage was fierce. Valkyr peered on as the Corsair demonstrated power beyond this world. Such skill, such power. However, he took note of the Corsair's words to the rest of his party about the ship behind the Empress' Room. Valkyr saw this as a chance to escape. He quickly used the fighting as cover for his escape as he took steps away from the battle, past the three's sight and focused his thoughts into a Kreigstanz styled dance and began a jig, which soon made him invisible. Finishing the dance, he ran towards the rest of the Corsair's crew, his mind running with thoughts as blood rushed to his ears in anticipation and anxiety as to what would come from this hasty decision.

So, you're going on the boat?

That seems like our only chance.

What if you get caught? We'll get killed.

Heh, I can rely on you when that happens, right?

Wait, you're not seriously going to as me to...?

If I'm not caught, we won't have to.

Bah...last time we tried that we nearly broke yer head...

No need to worry, alright? We'll be fine. If all else fails, its sea water swimming again.
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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby Artimecion on Tue Jun 09, 2009 3:27 pm

Artimecion stood frozen in the tomb of ice. He had not many wounds from that fight, but this spell was powerful enough that it rendered him helpless. As his last breath was drawing closer, he felt the urge to live....Of course he felt the urge to live, "I am....Artime...cion...Bel...ouve..I can't die..." the voice barely made it past his lips. "Not...yet..." just as he finished what would seem like his last words, a light came from the icy tomb. The mark on his hand started to swirl and gather momentum. It was as if the mark itself wanted out, even more so than he.

The books and papers in the library were still smoldering, smoke and ashes now, all that was left of many important and ancient documents. Inside the smoldering pages, the fire flickered showing him a vision, a vision of that pirate. "Will I use it...for good?" he thought to himself. "I have always used my powers for good, but this power...made me bloodthirsty…" a tear ran down his cheek. The burning symbol on his hand started to melt the ice around him.

In a few moments he was free from his frozen tomb. Dazed and confused, he walked out to the hallway...."I'm not badly injured, I could catch up them and put an end to this…" just then visions of murder and beastmen came rushing back to him. It was the dream again he had with Ramuh, but this time it was different he could see the figures now, the screaming was coming from a women, a white mage, Artimecion was standing over her, he was covered in blood, she was covered in blood, beastmen stormed the palace! Just as the beastmen were closing in around him a bolt of lighting struck the ground and Ramuh appeared once again.

“Boy….now is not the time…” the avatar’s voice echoes inside.

“Why this vision again? Why am I covered in blood? Did I do this to this woman?” he started to cry.

“The scared heart has carried the flames to you! What will you do!?” Ramuh asked.

“What should I do? I don’t want to be responsible for death! I want to be responsible for life!” he yelled at the avatar.

“Then your path has been chosen Summoner! Now go and walk it, bravely and with your whole heart.” The avatar raised his staff, struck it to the ground, all the beastmen were taken away like burning paper. Artimecion awoke from the vision watching the books burn in the library behind him. He finally understood.

Artimecion started to walk towards the palace exit, ignoring everything he saw. He was again walking towards the light, as if he was born for it. As he walked his mark started to grow brighter, as it grew brighter, he hastened his pace. He was at a full sprint now, and the mark was giving off raw energy, catching things on fire as he passed.

He could see the exit in front of him. Artimecion crashed threw the palace doors, and the sun hit is face. He saw the fire and smoke coming from razed buildings, walls destroyed and people lay dead all around. Artimecion yelled at the top of his lungs, as if he was feeling the pain of all those below him, taking in all their pain, all their suffering. The light from his hand shone brightly in the midday light, so bright many beastmen took notice and charged for the palace. Many adventures looked towards it too. Like a beacon of hope.

As the beastmen drew near, a loud screech came as if from no where that could be seen by living eyes. Artimecion was drawn into the air, as he ascended further, he closed his eyes, he new what was about to take place. He closed his eyes and prayed, prayed for his brother, for his love back at his home….His real home. Memories of the past came to him, his mother and father, oh how he missed them. He saw his brother, happy and full of life. He was glad he was not here to see this, but he was scared he was to be alone for it.

At that moment a giant flame feathered bird sprung from his hand, its wings seem to stretch on and on in the daylight. The beast flailed and flapped its burning wings as if it had been awakened from a deep slumber. The burning was becoming even too much for the Summoner to bear. His finely knit close where being singed, his skin was starting to burn. But the young man showed no sings of giving up, this was his fate, he was after all, born to walk towards this light.

The bird swooped down, as it got close to the beastmen, they became as of ash. It seemed that thousands of beastmen were totally destroyed by a single swoop of this immense power, this Phoenix.

“I can’t give up yet! There are still so many to protect…” the young Summoner writhed in pain. At that time, as if from no where, a figure of a woman shone through the light, her long black hair whipping in the flames.

“Are you…? Are you an angel? You must be here to take me now, aren’t you? That’s good, I’m so tired, I’m hurting so much.” He closed his eyes and reached out his hand. The woman reached out her hand and as she took his, he was gone.

“Don’t worry young Prince; I will take care of everything else, thank you for awakening me. Sleep now.” She whispered.

Miles and miles away, back in Windurst Woods; Shalidar, Artimecion’s twin brother, was lounging under a tree, drifting in and out of sleep as he listened contently to the music from the traveling band; Windurst seemed to be getting back to normal. At that time he saw his brother in front of him.

“Arty, what are you doing here?” Shalidar asked. Artimecion did not answer. He stood quiet and still.

“Arty, why won’t you talk to me, why do you have that look on your face? ARTY!” he yelled, and noticed they were in a place of pure white. Artimecion stood with wings of a dove, and adorned in robes and chainmail.

“Shalidar, my dear brother, do not weep for me, I was not alone at the end, an angel saved me. You must live on, and be happy as you always have been. You must do me one favor. Please tell Wilson that I love him very much. I did not have the courage to tell him myself. I am leaving now, I have found many answers in this world, and am off to the next, my next journey. Good bye.” He disappeared.

Shalidar came back to Windurst Woods and was crying but was happy, and could not understand why he was smiling and had the urge to laugh, but still tears flowed from his eyes.

“Arty….” He looked up to the sky.


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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby Aeric on Tue Jun 09, 2009 11:48 pm

Aeric fought off as many opponents as he could.

More than anything, he was trying his best to follow Urthdiggers moogle. It was difficult considering the endless waves of enemies pouring into Al Zhabi. Sometimes he could see Mogwai or he would catch a pompom but more than anything, Aeric was blindly cutting his way in the direction he believed the moogle going.

Earlier he caught a glimpse of Mogwai's opponent, a dark moogle. Aeric was uncertain if he could directly assist Mogwai but he knew if he could just catch the dark moogle in his sights, he could cast a few enfeebling spells, to assist Mogwai in her uphill battle.

Cutting his way through monsters he noticed some of the beastmen timidly backing away from him.

Finally! Some respect! he thought I mean how many of you do I have to kill before you realize I am a force to be reckoned with!

As his opponents cowered and and began to pull back, the hair on the back of the Red Mages neck began to rise. With his crimson hat tilted, he looked over his shoulder. A monster, with the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a serpeant approached him.

Looking around Aeric saw no allies, no escape.

I guess it was a matter of time...
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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby urthdigger on Wed Jun 10, 2009 12:09 am

I flew as fast as I could, keeping low altitude to try and lose my opponent as I weaved between the beastmen and allied forces. I don't know how long I was flying... for all I knew I covered the entire city, but at last my journey took me to the hall of binding... or more exactly, a deadend. I had two choices here: Go back the way I came, or fly up above the walls. I chose the latter, and as I rose up to the second level, he was there waiting for me. My adversary swiftly grabbed me and slammed my body hard against the wall, once again staying quite close to me, but unfortunately this time keeping an eye on his stance. My paw still gripped my spear, but at this range it was nothing more than a wooden dowel I could smack against his side.
"You naughty little girl... I'm going to have fun with you." he snarled at me.
"What are you going to do to me?" I choked out. It was hard to breath with him holding me by the throat.
"Well, first thing I'm going to do is thrust my sword into you... and just so we're both clear, I mean nothing that I'm not saying. Our flirting earlier was merely for my own ego you see. I've got certain standards you see... one of them is not having an interest in puny, weak little traitors to our kind like yourself. I had fun, I truly did, too bad we'll never get to do this again. Well, maybe I can have you stuffed or something and use you for target practice."
And with that, he unsheathed his blade and buried it deep into my chest. It pierced my lung, and I cried out in pain. I looked past the rogue for someone to help me... nobody I recognized save for Aeric, but he was facing a Lamia. The rogue pulled his sword out and dropped my to the floor. I coughed up blood... it was likely pooling up in my lungs as well as spilling onto the floor. Logically, I had to heal the wound. If I concentrated on a healing ritual, I might just be able to finish it before I suffocated. Unfortunately, I panicked. I sat there, huddled up, trying to breath but getting no satisfaction. My whole body felt like I was drowing... just that morning, I had been sitting on the boat, excited at the prospect of being an adventurer... and in only my first real fight, I was dying.

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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby RosalynSable on Wed Jun 10, 2009 8:47 pm

High above the carnage in Al Zahbi, Joseph sat on a tall parapet in one of the towers overlooking the city. That Galka Serpent General had a fondness for leaping into battle from it, trying to look fierce. Right now it was the perfect place to sit back and enjoy the show while his Blue Soul collected the spirits of those fallen in combat. He was idlely tossing the glowing gem between his hands, his new pale right arm making a sharp contrast to his left that had been exposed to the elements for so long. Despite the new limb, he had been suffering from phantom pains that twinged up his arm and into his body. After one such pains, he returned the Blue Soul to his pocket and stood.

His unknown informant's information had truly paid off. So many souls to be harvested, and he didn't have to lift a finger. Which gave him the time to recover from his injuries and prepare for Rosalyn's next strike. Right now, all he had to worry about was finding someone still selling chai during the confusion. He took a step backward into the shadows and disappeared, leaving nothing but a single black feather behind.

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Volt'aire and Resha had heard the blast that rocked the entire city from the teahouse where they were forced to finish dealing with their Qiqirn informant. The explosion was enough to send the rat scurrying away for cover and the two of them moving as fast as they could to the shopping district. When they passed the large double gates of Al Zahbi they could hardly believe the massive scale of the attack. Volt'aire looked to his companion who had already called forth her blazing weapons and lost her doublet's sleeves in the process.

"Someone needs to head to the Astral Candescence, make sure that it's being properly guarded," he said.

Resha nodded. "The Serpent Generals should have been dispatched by now, and hopefully some Immortals too." She gave the Zilart a light grimace. "Moon's waning, don't do anything stupid."

"Yeah, well," Volt'aire shrugged, "I got nothing. Go, be safe."

Resha nodded again and took off toward the Astral Candescence, avoiding adventurers and beastmen of all types alike. When she was out of view Volt'aire sighed and removed his glasses. He stuffed them up into his hat and pulled out the Zilartian lense that he placed on the side of his head, hooked behind his ear. The single lense covered his left, crimson eye. It had malfunctioned weeks prior and the magical backlash changed him. Aside from the aesthetic change, the other side effects were still unknown. And recalling his race's previous history with magical explosions and transformations he was certainly concerned, however it was something he had to keep in the back of his mind. There were always more pressing matters.

The lense reluctantly switched on and a plethora of information appeared before him, appearing like it was floating in the air in front of him. It was as if he had examined every adventurer and beastmen all at once. Their equipment, their strengths and weaknesses in comparison to his own abilities. There were a lot of monsters that were impossible to gauge with his device. Their strength was overwhelming, like a tidal wave crushing a sand castle. Volt'aire switched the device to a different setting and walked out into the battlefield.

A translucent map of Al Zahbi seemed to float just out of reach of Volt'aire in his vision, crimson markers appearing one by one on the map. It seemed he had allies on the battlefield as well. And some in the confines of the palace it seemed...

Volt'aire walked through the battle, stepping past monsters with ease with light, fluid motions. He had to conserve his energy to last him through the waning weeks, and the nights of the dead moon. He would have no magic to aid him if he were reckless now. Volt'aire reached his hand out and summoned his scythe. A Mamool Ja on a rampaging Wivre was riding through the city trampling everything in its path on a collision course with the Zilartian.

As the monsterous creature neared, Volt'aire leapt. He barely cleared the Wivre's large horn rushing toward him, and soared toward the beastman. A single slash from his scythe felled the Mamool Ja, as if Volt'aire were the reaper himself. The riderless Wivre continue on its course until it slammed into a wall and stopped. Volt'aire, on the ground once more, continued moving and swinging his weapon. Each spiraling swing lead into another, a dizzying dance that tore through beastmen left and right. Volt'aire hardly noticed that other beastmen were beginning to disappear after being struck as well. He continued his movements until the blade of his weapon struck hard and stopped in the shell of a Quadav.

The immediate stop rang through his body harshly and he was unable to remove the weapon before the Quadav retaliated with a downward swing of its greatsword. Volt'aire released his grip on his weapon and barely avoided the blow. His weapon evaporated into shadows and reformed in his hands once more. "I guess I shouldn't have expected them all to be too weak," he sighed as he engaged the enemy.
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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby Aeric on Thu Jun 11, 2009 3:25 am

Beads of sweat poured down the side of Aerics face.

How many countless mobs had he faced? How many devestating blows avoided? One thing was for sure, the Red Mage was not going to be able to keep this up forever. Where he currently stood was a melting pot of Beastmen and Monsters. Though their numbers were still vast to say the least, it appeared that the negative effect of the scrolls were begining to effect the performance of the Beastmen.

In his ready stance, Aeric felt the hairs behind his neck begin to rise. From his rear, a giant female half searpent approached. The common Beastmen that surrounded the Red Mage withdrew a few paces. Lamias were no joke in Vana Diel and already Aeric was begining to wear, despite his Composure, which allowed the Red Mage to concentrate his personal magic to a greater degree.

From a short distance, as if in slow motion, Aeric watched Mogwai take a sword wound and begin falling into a crowd of Beastmen. Aeric wanted to panic but could not afford the time. Anger suddenly replaced the blood in his veins with fire. There was no way he would willingly hand over his fate to these mongrels.

Aeric tilted the brim of his hat to cover his eyes. As the Lamia approached the Red Mage, Aeric focused his mind on the exclusive ability to Chainspell. Aerics eyes reflected a white light as the ability activated...

The first thing Aeric did was cast his highest tier Healing Spell on Mogwai. The cure streaked across the battlefield like a molten white cannon ball with transperant fire, blasting Mogwai with a thunderous clap. Landing on her feet, the moogle shook with renewed vigor as the spell effects closed her wound.

Aeric, walking towards the Moogle, put the lamia to sleep and turned his attention towards the dark Moogle. To conserve magic, any opponent that crossed his path, was evaporated with low tier elemental spells. Aeric was a crimson tonado of fire and lightning, sleeping anything that did not use the magic scroll.

The Dark Moogle quickly caught on to the approaching Red Mage and was even quicker to notice a grinning Mogwai posed to attack. Before he could react to the situation, Aeric cast a strong binding spell, preventing the Moogle from escaping. Aeric then paralyzed him, slowed him, blinded him and lowered his defense while dealing light elemntal magic.

Grinning and with the effects of his chainspell dimming, the Red Mage withdrew his two blades...


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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby urthdigger on Fri Jun 12, 2009 5:49 am

I staggered to my feet as I struggled to breath. One spell, that's all it'd take. A few steps here to summon a healing wind. It was hard to concentrate, losing both blood and oxygen fast. I knew my chances were slim as I started, my vision had already gone black, and my attempt became a complete failure as I felt my toes meet the small raised section at the edge of the walkway, and my world inverted. "Would I go unconcious before I hit the ground?" I wondered.

This proved to be a pointless thought, as I felt the healing energies of a curing spell run through me. My health was restored, along with my senses, and I used my wings to right myself and slow my fall, landing crouched on all fours. I coughed up the remaining fluid still in my lungs, and gripped my spear tighter as the red mage approached. This man was not my master, but for now he'd do.

The other moogle had hopped down after me, casting a glare at Aeric's direction, and another at me. He started to run to finish the job, but the red mage bound him on the spot, casting a multitude of other spells as he approached and drew his swords. I was far from idle myself, dancing back and forth to summon the spirits of the earth to renew our magic.

Aeric was the first to strike, as I maneuvered behind him and used one of those wings I'd been given at the start of this fight. Scroll too... why did I neglect to use that earlier? After a few swings of his sword, Aeric sliced up along the rogue as he jumped into the air, landing point first on him. I followed up as Aeric removed his sword from the wound, whirling my spear in front of myself in a bit of showing off before thrusting it into our adversary. I watched with a feeling of revenge as our combined efforts caused a shiny - and I mean REAL shiny - ball of light to engulf the vile moogle, exploding around him. Aeric topped it off, adding injury to... well, injury, as he finished off a black magic spell, causing the moogle to howl in pain as electric jolts coursed through him. I almost felt sorry... except for the whole "He just tried to kill me" thing.
"Time for me to flee. I'll let the grunts handle you vermin." he growled, his swift paws darting to his pocket and throwing a smokebomb to the ground. When the air cleared, he was gone.

For a while, I didn't care about the other beastmen in the area. The gravity of the moment had finally caught up with me, and I threw my arm around Aeric's leg, crying against him "I'm so glad you saved me, I really thought I was going to die back there." I sobbed. For a while there, I considered giving up on the thought of adventuring, so I'd never be that close to death again. I still wonder it now and then. But I suppose I'll make that decision sometime down the road. For the moment though, I cleared my eyes, tried to stop sniffling and stepped back from my protector. We still had a job to do.
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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby odyese on Fri Jun 12, 2009 4:56 pm

Hasiano watched events unfold before him, wondering that he could possibly do to help. Looking around he noticed a previously unseen group of beastmen heading toward another part of Al Zahbi.

"Where could they be heading?" he thought. as they seemed in no hurry to get to their destination.

"the only place up there is the Hall of Binding, the most heavily defended place for miles. C'mon Maggie, lets check this out."

Hasiano stood up, his purple armour refecting the sunlight. Running in the direction the beastmen were going, he saw broken weapons and blood splatter on the floor and walls, moving a bit more cautiously now, he began to see remains of fallen soldiers and even Immortal guards, the ones given the honour of wielding Blue Magic, known to be some of the most powerful magic there is in the world.

Up ahead, Hasiano saw the beastmen he was following, attacking a small group of solders defending a large door. "This must be it!"

Running up behind the group of beastmen, he unsheathed his Thalassocrat and in one swing, sliced the flailing arm off one unsuspecting orcs, Maggie then swooped in claws out ripping at the same orc as if it was a birthday present. The orc fell down in a heap of torn flesh and bled out. Hasiano then impaled another with the sharp end of his weapon, its power flowing through him, spurring him on to cut through the horde to reach the few soldiers that still lived.

"Thank you!" said one of them. "Its not over yet! Theres still alot more then this out there!" Hasiano said. "Maggie, get your Frost Breath ready, its time we chilled these beastmen out!"
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Re: FFXI Pbp: Chapter 3

Postby Aeric on Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:26 am

Breathing hard and with his back to a wall, the Red Mage turned to Mogwai.

"Well..." he exhaled "I'm just about out of magic and I dont think these guys are planning to take a meal break any time soon."

The two had their backs pressed to a wall with a mob of angry beastmen inching towards them.

"Honestly, Moogle, right now I'd be up for any suggestions."
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