Seriously tho, just sat down and read this all through at one time. I wanna see what happens between Lod and Ralen.
Great work. ^^b
Phe's Tale
GAAAAAH!!!! I DEMAND MORE!!
Seriously tho, just sat down and read this all through at one time. I wanna see what happens between Lod and Ralen.
Great work. ^^b
Seriously tho, just sat down and read this all through at one time. I wanna see what happens between Lod and Ralen.
Great work. ^^b
OMFG! 8 75+!!!! 
Who knew slackers could work so hard? D:
And now a Miqo'te as well. >=D
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Who knew slackers could work so hard? D:And now a Miqo'te as well. >=D
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Finally got around to typing up the next part- I'm sorry these are so sporadic, will try to do better next month. Here's the fight between Lod and Ralen- any mistakes with job ability/weapon skill descriptions are unintentional
Ralen sprang forward as the Guard Captain’s hand dropped and he stepped back from the two combatants. The crowd roared with approval as their lord unleashed his attack. It seemed unthinkable that anyone could match his powerful strikes.
With reflexes honed from countless skirmishes and battles, Lodvico drew and parried the attack almost faster than the human eye could follow. The discordant sound of the sword blades clashing still rang in the air as he followed up the parry with the blinding spell, Flash.
Ralen’s great sword was heavy and cumbersome and his reactions were slow, Lodvico noted clinically, almost completely detached from the fight. But there were no reasons to taking any risks, he reminded himself as he blocked another attack with his shield.
Ralen was considered to be on of the Empire’s best warriors. He’d made a name for himself fighting against the Mamool and Troll nations as a youth and had been considered a candidate for the Immortals, but had had to decline when his father had died and the responsibilities and title of Imalda had come to him. Since then he’d kept in training and no one, not even Rezor had been able to best him in the salle.
He’d begun his attack with all the skill he’d drilled into his muscles. His opening move, when preformed correctly (and he seldom did it otherwise), had been known to stun his opponent and leave them fatally open to his next attack, which more often then not was the end of it. He was not used to having his attacks parried so easily or to have them stop mid-fight to cast spells either.
Ralen quickly discovered what his rival had found important enough to stop and cast as a flash of light dazzled his eyes just as he had committed himself to the next attack. Blinded, he missed his mark and stumbled, off balanced as his sword skated across his rival’s shield.
The crowd gasped as Lodvico unleashed his own attack. By, rights the hit should have bit deeply into the lord’s armor, but Lod struck with the flat of his blade and the blow was not fatal.
Armor could only blunt and diffuse his attack however, not stop it and the force of it cracked a couple of ribs, sending Ralen back on his heels momentarily before he brought his great sword down in a powerful overhand strike.
“Told you, “ Liha muttered to the Sentinel officer. “Never bet against an unknown.”
Mhehi shook her head in disbelief. “Your Paladin is better than I’d thought,” She admitted low-voiced. “But Lord Ralen’s not defeated yet. Your friend only has so much mana, he’ll go down quick once he uses Mighty Strikes.”
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verhearing her, Drefan snorted. At her querying look, he explained. “His lordship is using a two-handed weapon, and a slow and heavy one as that. Sure, it hits for a hefty amount but you’re forgetting that Lod is a Paladin. He absorbs massive damage without blinking and he has more mana than you’re giving him credit for.”
“You may not have noticed,” He continued, pausing as the crowd momentarily drowned out his voice. Lod had landed another blow, this time on the upper part of Ralen’s sword arm. “But Lod’s hardly had to heal; he’s only had to use the lesser of the cure spells in his spell list. On the other hand, Ralen’s badly hurting. He can barely keep his sword up right now.”
The foreign warrior spoke truly; Mhehi had to admit grudgingly as they turned back to the fight. The crowd roared again, this time in excitement, as their lord finally used the unique warrior talent of Might Strikes, surely this foreigner, Paladin or no had to fall under the brutal attacks!
“Ready to die?!” Ralen spat at his rival, only his pallor and inability to hold his sword in an over hand position giving away the pain he was feeling. Sighing, Lod shook his head. “I’m more then ready to give my life, but it won’t be today.”
”We’ll see about that,” Ralen returned viciously, striking out with rather more strength then Lodvico was expecting. The lordling actually has some fight in him after all. Lod reflected privately but only replied with a laconic “Passable” as he lowered his sword and shield for an instant as Ralen used the weapon skill Ground Strike.
It was a small opening, sensed more then seen, but Ralen had seen it and had understandably mistaken it for Lod tiring finally. He pressed his attack furiously, confident that his rival would soon fall under his blade. Adrenaline surging through him, he barely felt his ribs protest as he lifted his sword overhead for the powerful overhand attack that Ground Strike called for.
He sneered as the Paladin simply stood there, no doubt too tired to attack, he thought contemptuously as his muscles tensed and brought the sword down to finish the attack. It struck true, he was sure of that, he’d seen it land!
Eyes widening shock, Ralen backed away as he stared into his rival’s face. What he’d mistaken for a sign of weakness had been nothing of the sort he realized numbly as he stared at the implacable Paladin’s face. As he had been launching what should have been his finishing attack- as it always had been before- Lodvico had used the unique Paladin ability Invincible with the result that his attack about as much damage as a rain drop would to a fish.
Lod bared his teeth as the moment he’d been waiting for came. Ralen had over extended himself in his over confidence and fervor to “claim” Pheonic as his and Lod was more then ready to finish the “practice match” and continue on with their quest.
He followed Ralen, eyes agate hard as his sword smashed again and again into the Lordling. Although he continued to use the flat of his blade (not to be confused with the weapon skill of the same name), his attacks were devastating. Ralen was too shocked and confused by the sudden turn of events to make a sound as the Paladin’s sword broke his sword arm, but the sudden pain of the breaking of his off hand had him falling to his knees in agony.
The crowd surged forward, crying in horror and shock, only to be stymied by the grim faced town guards. Falen stepped forward, hand on his own sword hilt, ready to stop the fight as Lodvico stepped over the beaten warrior and brought his sword down one last time. As the crowd, caught up in blood lust, shouted at and heckled the foreigner, Lod reversed the angle of his stroke at the last moment.
Falen let out the air he’d been holding as the Paladin checked his sword stroke and instead used the pommel of his hilt to knock Lord Ralen out. The captain had been more then ready to step in and end the fight himself with force, but was relieved that it would be unnecessary.
The Paladin had backed away to let the diminutive healer have room to work. Loyiont had appeared suddenly in the fighting circle, somehow navigating the line of guards blocking the way and the crowd that was still shouting insults at the San d’Orian knight. Falen came up to Lodvico, who had taken a knee to rest, he noted.
“Well fought,” He remarked calmly, watching the crowd carefully. The townsfolk were much calmer as they realized that they still had their Lord, but Falen was taking no chances. He liked these foreigners, but still and all, he’d be happier when they left.
“Thank you,” Lodvico replied, standing up and flexing his shoulders as he removed the dark staff he’d had on while resting. “Good fight.”
“For you perhaps,” The blue mage snorted. “But somehow I think Lord Ralen might think otherwise.”
“True,” The knight laughed, flashing a white smile at the Captain as his companions (minus one Red Mage) came up to him. “Which is why we’re planning on leaving before dawn.”
“That might be a good idea,” Falen agreed, as the healer waved to a few of his men and led the way back to Imalda Keep, keeping an eye on the prone lord as the sun dipped beneath the horizon.
Ralen sprang forward as the Guard Captain’s hand dropped and he stepped back from the two combatants. The crowd roared with approval as their lord unleashed his attack. It seemed unthinkable that anyone could match his powerful strikes.
With reflexes honed from countless skirmishes and battles, Lodvico drew and parried the attack almost faster than the human eye could follow. The discordant sound of the sword blades clashing still rang in the air as he followed up the parry with the blinding spell, Flash.
Ralen’s great sword was heavy and cumbersome and his reactions were slow, Lodvico noted clinically, almost completely detached from the fight. But there were no reasons to taking any risks, he reminded himself as he blocked another attack with his shield.
Ralen was considered to be on of the Empire’s best warriors. He’d made a name for himself fighting against the Mamool and Troll nations as a youth and had been considered a candidate for the Immortals, but had had to decline when his father had died and the responsibilities and title of Imalda had come to him. Since then he’d kept in training and no one, not even Rezor had been able to best him in the salle.
He’d begun his attack with all the skill he’d drilled into his muscles. His opening move, when preformed correctly (and he seldom did it otherwise), had been known to stun his opponent and leave them fatally open to his next attack, which more often then not was the end of it. He was not used to having his attacks parried so easily or to have them stop mid-fight to cast spells either.
Ralen quickly discovered what his rival had found important enough to stop and cast as a flash of light dazzled his eyes just as he had committed himself to the next attack. Blinded, he missed his mark and stumbled, off balanced as his sword skated across his rival’s shield.
The crowd gasped as Lodvico unleashed his own attack. By, rights the hit should have bit deeply into the lord’s armor, but Lod struck with the flat of his blade and the blow was not fatal.
Armor could only blunt and diffuse his attack however, not stop it and the force of it cracked a couple of ribs, sending Ralen back on his heels momentarily before he brought his great sword down in a powerful overhand strike.
“Told you, “ Liha muttered to the Sentinel officer. “Never bet against an unknown.”
Mhehi shook her head in disbelief. “Your Paladin is better than I’d thought,” She admitted low-voiced. “But Lord Ralen’s not defeated yet. Your friend only has so much mana, he’ll go down quick once he uses Mighty Strikes.”
O
verhearing her, Drefan snorted. At her querying look, he explained. “His lordship is using a two-handed weapon, and a slow and heavy one as that. Sure, it hits for a hefty amount but you’re forgetting that Lod is a Paladin. He absorbs massive damage without blinking and he has more mana than you’re giving him credit for.”
“You may not have noticed,” He continued, pausing as the crowd momentarily drowned out his voice. Lod had landed another blow, this time on the upper part of Ralen’s sword arm. “But Lod’s hardly had to heal; he’s only had to use the lesser of the cure spells in his spell list. On the other hand, Ralen’s badly hurting. He can barely keep his sword up right now.”
The foreign warrior spoke truly; Mhehi had to admit grudgingly as they turned back to the fight. The crowd roared again, this time in excitement, as their lord finally used the unique warrior talent of Might Strikes, surely this foreigner, Paladin or no had to fall under the brutal attacks!
“Ready to die?!” Ralen spat at his rival, only his pallor and inability to hold his sword in an over hand position giving away the pain he was feeling. Sighing, Lod shook his head. “I’m more then ready to give my life, but it won’t be today.”
”We’ll see about that,” Ralen returned viciously, striking out with rather more strength then Lodvico was expecting. The lordling actually has some fight in him after all. Lod reflected privately but only replied with a laconic “Passable” as he lowered his sword and shield for an instant as Ralen used the weapon skill Ground Strike.
It was a small opening, sensed more then seen, but Ralen had seen it and had understandably mistaken it for Lod tiring finally. He pressed his attack furiously, confident that his rival would soon fall under his blade. Adrenaline surging through him, he barely felt his ribs protest as he lifted his sword overhead for the powerful overhand attack that Ground Strike called for.
He sneered as the Paladin simply stood there, no doubt too tired to attack, he thought contemptuously as his muscles tensed and brought the sword down to finish the attack. It struck true, he was sure of that, he’d seen it land!
Eyes widening shock, Ralen backed away as he stared into his rival’s face. What he’d mistaken for a sign of weakness had been nothing of the sort he realized numbly as he stared at the implacable Paladin’s face. As he had been launching what should have been his finishing attack- as it always had been before- Lodvico had used the unique Paladin ability Invincible with the result that his attack about as much damage as a rain drop would to a fish.
Lod bared his teeth as the moment he’d been waiting for came. Ralen had over extended himself in his over confidence and fervor to “claim” Pheonic as his and Lod was more then ready to finish the “practice match” and continue on with their quest.
He followed Ralen, eyes agate hard as his sword smashed again and again into the Lordling. Although he continued to use the flat of his blade (not to be confused with the weapon skill of the same name), his attacks were devastating. Ralen was too shocked and confused by the sudden turn of events to make a sound as the Paladin’s sword broke his sword arm, but the sudden pain of the breaking of his off hand had him falling to his knees in agony.
The crowd surged forward, crying in horror and shock, only to be stymied by the grim faced town guards. Falen stepped forward, hand on his own sword hilt, ready to stop the fight as Lodvico stepped over the beaten warrior and brought his sword down one last time. As the crowd, caught up in blood lust, shouted at and heckled the foreigner, Lod reversed the angle of his stroke at the last moment.
Falen let out the air he’d been holding as the Paladin checked his sword stroke and instead used the pommel of his hilt to knock Lord Ralen out. The captain had been more then ready to step in and end the fight himself with force, but was relieved that it would be unnecessary.
The Paladin had backed away to let the diminutive healer have room to work. Loyiont had appeared suddenly in the fighting circle, somehow navigating the line of guards blocking the way and the crowd that was still shouting insults at the San d’Orian knight. Falen came up to Lodvico, who had taken a knee to rest, he noted.
“Well fought,” He remarked calmly, watching the crowd carefully. The townsfolk were much calmer as they realized that they still had their Lord, but Falen was taking no chances. He liked these foreigners, but still and all, he’d be happier when they left.
“Thank you,” Lodvico replied, standing up and flexing his shoulders as he removed the dark staff he’d had on while resting. “Good fight.”
“For you perhaps,” The blue mage snorted. “But somehow I think Lord Ralen might think otherwise.”
“True,” The knight laughed, flashing a white smile at the Captain as his companions (minus one Red Mage) came up to him. “Which is why we’re planning on leaving before dawn.”
“That might be a good idea,” Falen agreed, as the healer waved to a few of his men and led the way back to Imalda Keep, keeping an eye on the prone lord as the sun dipped beneath the horizon.
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And thank you Kintrra!
Glad you like them
Glad you like them
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Hehe...PLD > WAR in one on one. I've actually proven this a few times.
Well-written tho Phe ^^
Well-written tho Phe ^^
OMFG! 8 75+!!!! Who knew slackers could work so hard? D:
And now a Miqo'te as well. >=D
Melee classes:PLD90/NIN90/WAR90/THF90/SAM83/MNK90/DNC46/DRK24/DRG12/COR8/PUP12/RNG5
Magic/Support Classes:WHM82/BLM87/BRD28/SMN35/RDM23/BLU8/SCH1
Who knew slackers could work so hard? D:And now a Miqo'te as well. >=D
Melee classes:PLD90/NIN90/WAR90/THF90/SAM83/MNK90/DNC46/DRK24/DRG12/COR8/PUP12/RNG5
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Awww.. thank you^^
Trying to work in Job Abilities/Weapon skills and have it actually make some sort of sense took some doing.
To be fair to Ralen, I did gimp him by giving him a Great Sword~ I wanted it to follow the tradition of storyline NPCs often having poor armor/weapon choices for their jobs/supposed levels.
And it isn't an al-gol either
Trying to work in Job Abilities/Weapon skills and have it actually make some sort of sense took some doing.
To be fair to Ralen, I did gimp him by giving him a Great Sword~ I wanted it to follow the tradition of storyline NPCs often having poor armor/weapon choices for their jobs/supposed levels.
And it isn't an al-gol either
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lol, I was kinda curious about that I have to admit, cuz first thing on my mind was "WAR....with a GS? o.O;"ScarlettPheonix wrote:Awww.. thank you^^
Trying to work in Job Abilities/Weapon skills and have it actually make some sort of sense took some doing.
To be fair to Ralen, I did gimp him by giving him a Great Sword~ I wanted it to follow the tradition of storyline NPCs often having poor armor/weapon choices for their jobs/supposed levels.
And it isn't an al-gol either
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OMFG! 8 75+!!!! Who knew slackers could work so hard? D:
And now a Miqo'te as well. >=D
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Who knew slackers could work so hard? D:And now a Miqo'te as well. >=D
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Not quite done yet, I'll add more later this week
The master suite was filled with darkness when Ralen finally opened his eyes. A faint movement near the edge of his bed caught his eyes and he struggled to sit upright. Stubborn pride had him struggling to sit upright rather then face the intruder in his chambers lying prone in his bed.
The pain lancing up from his broken hand to settle in the back of his skull quickly changed his mind. Ralen fell back against the pillows, groaning. “Shhh, don’t move.” A quiet voice soothed from the darkness. Squinting, Ralen tried to make out the shape at the end of his bed. “Pheonic?!”
The shock in his voice was unmistakable; he obviously wasn’t expecting her to be there. “You’re awake,” She said conversationally, placing a hand on a bed post.
“I wish I wasn’t,” Ralen said with another groan, gingerly touching the knot on the back of his head.
“Lodvico did say he thought his last blow might have been a bit too hard.” She said gently, her voice not betraying the amusement she was feeling at his condition. Although serious enough, it wasn’t life threatening, and after all, he had brought it upon himself.
“It feels like a roof fell on me,” Ralen admitted wryly, looking over at her as a cloud moved from its position over the moon and the room filled with moon light.
She was standing next to his bed by his feet, looking serenely at him. “Loyiont says you’ll recover-eventually. You have a bad concussion, 2 broken arms- one’s broken in three places by the way- and assorted contusions and bruises.”
Ralen grimaced at the litany of injuries. “I suppose I should be grateful he didn’t kill me,” He mused, meeting her eyes and trying to make out the expression in her eyes, but whatever she was feeling was hidden behind her Mithran features. He was starting to realize how well Mithra could hide their feelings if they chose.
He didn’t like it at all, he decided. The Red Mage he’d fallen in love with was open, charming and overflowing with joie de vive- not this perfect serene statue watching him with unblinking eyes.
“You were lucky,” She agreed, gently easing down onto the bed so as not to jar his head. “Lod wasn’t trying to kill you. It would’ve been much worse if he had been.”
Ralen frowned at the gentle censure in her voice. “If you’re here for an apology, you can forget it.” He said flatly, turning his head to the side. “I’m not going to ask forgiveness for my actions.”
Phe barely bit back a regretful sigh. She’d known this wouldn’t be easy. She’d expected his anger, but not the deep pain she could hear in his voice. “I’m not here for your apology,” She said calmly, stepping firmly on her own temper. It hadn’t been her idea that they fight some silly duel over her hand after all. “I came to make sure you were alright- and to apologize.” She waited, but when he refused to turn and look at her, she went on. “If-if I did anything at all to make you think I returned your feelings, I’m sorry. Sorrier then you know.” Phe said sorrowfully. “I’ve been in love with him for a long time, but thought he didn’t feel the same way, it’s only been recently that I had any idea that he had the same feelings for me.” She paused, looking away from Ralen for a moment before looking back again. “If I led you on in anyway-“She paused again, unable to continue for a moment. “Then I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you.”
She looked at him again, with his head still turned to face the opposite wall, giving no sign that he’d heard her. Sighing, she looked down at the floor before standing up and walking towards the door.
Pausing at the door, she took one more look over at the man who’d taken her in and even protected her.
“I know its poor repayment for all that you’ve done for me,” She said lowly, looking down at her feet. “But, thank you. For everything.”
She waited but when he refused to turn and look at her, she slipped out silently. The door quietly closing behind her.
Ralen stared at the wall until her footsteps died away. When he was sure she was gone, he kicked the covers off and with a great many bit back curses made his way to the window.
Unlike his mother’s quarters which overlooked the gardens, his overlooked the bailey. He had a clear view of the entire area and everyone in it.
The master suite was filled with darkness when Ralen finally opened his eyes. A faint movement near the edge of his bed caught his eyes and he struggled to sit upright. Stubborn pride had him struggling to sit upright rather then face the intruder in his chambers lying prone in his bed.
The pain lancing up from his broken hand to settle in the back of his skull quickly changed his mind. Ralen fell back against the pillows, groaning. “Shhh, don’t move.” A quiet voice soothed from the darkness. Squinting, Ralen tried to make out the shape at the end of his bed. “Pheonic?!”
The shock in his voice was unmistakable; he obviously wasn’t expecting her to be there. “You’re awake,” She said conversationally, placing a hand on a bed post.
“I wish I wasn’t,” Ralen said with another groan, gingerly touching the knot on the back of his head.
“Lodvico did say he thought his last blow might have been a bit too hard.” She said gently, her voice not betraying the amusement she was feeling at his condition. Although serious enough, it wasn’t life threatening, and after all, he had brought it upon himself.
“It feels like a roof fell on me,” Ralen admitted wryly, looking over at her as a cloud moved from its position over the moon and the room filled with moon light.
She was standing next to his bed by his feet, looking serenely at him. “Loyiont says you’ll recover-eventually. You have a bad concussion, 2 broken arms- one’s broken in three places by the way- and assorted contusions and bruises.”
Ralen grimaced at the litany of injuries. “I suppose I should be grateful he didn’t kill me,” He mused, meeting her eyes and trying to make out the expression in her eyes, but whatever she was feeling was hidden behind her Mithran features. He was starting to realize how well Mithra could hide their feelings if they chose.
He didn’t like it at all, he decided. The Red Mage he’d fallen in love with was open, charming and overflowing with joie de vive- not this perfect serene statue watching him with unblinking eyes.
“You were lucky,” She agreed, gently easing down onto the bed so as not to jar his head. “Lod wasn’t trying to kill you. It would’ve been much worse if he had been.”
Ralen frowned at the gentle censure in her voice. “If you’re here for an apology, you can forget it.” He said flatly, turning his head to the side. “I’m not going to ask forgiveness for my actions.”
Phe barely bit back a regretful sigh. She’d known this wouldn’t be easy. She’d expected his anger, but not the deep pain she could hear in his voice. “I’m not here for your apology,” She said calmly, stepping firmly on her own temper. It hadn’t been her idea that they fight some silly duel over her hand after all. “I came to make sure you were alright- and to apologize.” She waited, but when he refused to turn and look at her, she went on. “If-if I did anything at all to make you think I returned your feelings, I’m sorry. Sorrier then you know.” Phe said sorrowfully. “I’ve been in love with him for a long time, but thought he didn’t feel the same way, it’s only been recently that I had any idea that he had the same feelings for me.” She paused, looking away from Ralen for a moment before looking back again. “If I led you on in anyway-“She paused again, unable to continue for a moment. “Then I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you.”
She looked at him again, with his head still turned to face the opposite wall, giving no sign that he’d heard her. Sighing, she looked down at the floor before standing up and walking towards the door.
Pausing at the door, she took one more look over at the man who’d taken her in and even protected her.
“I know its poor repayment for all that you’ve done for me,” She said lowly, looking down at her feet. “But, thank you. For everything.”
She waited but when he refused to turn and look at her, she slipped out silently. The door quietly closing behind her.
Ralen stared at the wall until her footsteps died away. When he was sure she was gone, he kicked the covers off and with a great many bit back curses made his way to the window.
Unlike his mother’s quarters which overlooked the gardens, his overlooked the bailey. He had a clear view of the entire area and everyone in it.
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ScarlettPheonix
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Sorry for the wait, been crazy busy these past couple of weeks
Imalda Keep was seldom truly “asleep”~ there was always some task to be done so it wasn’t uncommon for someone to be crossing the bailey right before dawn he knew. However, it was uncommon for so many people to be gathered there. Far too many people than there should’ve been to see off the foreigners in his opinion.
Dim lamps and flickering torches gave enough light to easily pick out the ones grouped closest to where his window overlooked the square. The young Mithra Thief, Hume Warrior and Ranger all stood in a semi-circle talking to his Guard Captain and second. A short distance away (too far to be truly a part of the conversation but too close for anyone to think he was alone) stood the Paladin. The red headed knight was paying more attention to the bailey entrance than he was to the conversation going on next to him. He’d make some comment or answer a question if asked directly but his eyes never left the entrance watching, Ralen knew, for Pheonic.
Ralen might have taken some bitter comfort in the thought that the Paladin doubted the depths of the lovely Red Mage’s heart but his body language spoke more of simple impatience to be off than nerves. He’d accomplished what he’d came for was ready to go on to the next task.
As he watched, the Paladin gave up all pretense of being a part of the conversation and turned to face the keep, his face softening out of the stone hardness his face was normally carved out of. After just enough time to clear the doorway, Ralen could just glimpse a jaunty white plume curling backwards over a rakishly titled wide brimmed hat.
Pheonic had taken her time walking through the keep; she’d needed the time to get a much needed grasp on her emotions. It wasn’t her fault that Ralen had fallen in lover with her after all, and she’d never asked for either of them to fight that silly duel- so why was she feeling so guilty? It’d been that lingering feeling of guilt that’d led her into delaying their journey until she’d known Ralen would recover. Until she’d had a chance to apologize to him- and hadn’t that been a rousing success! It was enough to make her fur curl.
Calm yourself Carbuncle’s familiar deep voice rang in her head Events happened as they should have
Oh really, She thought back sarcastically. Lodvico was supposed to beat Ralen nearly to death then?
It is as it should be. Carbuncle replied, unfazed by her frustration.
“I’m so changing my sub-job as soon as I get to a moogle,” Phe muttered crossly as she stepped through the doorway into the bailey. Lod had been waiting for her, she saw with a smile as he was the first one to react to her presence.
Everything ok? Lodvico asked silently, his smile warm as she took a selfish moment and leaned in for a quick kiss.
Ok- no. She admitted wryly as she regretfully broke the kiss and turned to say her goodbyes to Calen and the others who’d come to see her off. But, things are as good as can be expected I think
“Everyone ready?” Drefan asked with a yawn after the farewells had all been given. There was a chorus of “Ayes” and another last round of goodbyes when Loyiont broke away from Faclan and the apparently deeply mysterious conversation the two TaruTarus had been in.
“I put a lot of work into you,” Loyiont said, eyes glimmering in the torch light. “Do me a favor and don’t undo it, okay?”
“I won’t,” She promised with a smile, kneeling down to give him a hug. “You’ve been a good friend, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” He replied simply. “Don’t worry about Ralen. He’ll get over it. Eventually.”
Not trusting her voice, she nodded at him and stood up, The others had already started to pass through Imalda’s gate and she hurried to catch up. The last glimpse Loyiont had of her was the smile she threw over her shoulder as she walked into the mist shrouded darkness surrounded by friends.
Imalda Keep was seldom truly “asleep”~ there was always some task to be done so it wasn’t uncommon for someone to be crossing the bailey right before dawn he knew. However, it was uncommon for so many people to be gathered there. Far too many people than there should’ve been to see off the foreigners in his opinion.
Dim lamps and flickering torches gave enough light to easily pick out the ones grouped closest to where his window overlooked the square. The young Mithra Thief, Hume Warrior and Ranger all stood in a semi-circle talking to his Guard Captain and second. A short distance away (too far to be truly a part of the conversation but too close for anyone to think he was alone) stood the Paladin. The red headed knight was paying more attention to the bailey entrance than he was to the conversation going on next to him. He’d make some comment or answer a question if asked directly but his eyes never left the entrance watching, Ralen knew, for Pheonic.
Ralen might have taken some bitter comfort in the thought that the Paladin doubted the depths of the lovely Red Mage’s heart but his body language spoke more of simple impatience to be off than nerves. He’d accomplished what he’d came for was ready to go on to the next task.
As he watched, the Paladin gave up all pretense of being a part of the conversation and turned to face the keep, his face softening out of the stone hardness his face was normally carved out of. After just enough time to clear the doorway, Ralen could just glimpse a jaunty white plume curling backwards over a rakishly titled wide brimmed hat.
Pheonic had taken her time walking through the keep; she’d needed the time to get a much needed grasp on her emotions. It wasn’t her fault that Ralen had fallen in lover with her after all, and she’d never asked for either of them to fight that silly duel- so why was she feeling so guilty? It’d been that lingering feeling of guilt that’d led her into delaying their journey until she’d known Ralen would recover. Until she’d had a chance to apologize to him- and hadn’t that been a rousing success! It was enough to make her fur curl.
Calm yourself Carbuncle’s familiar deep voice rang in her head Events happened as they should have
Oh really, She thought back sarcastically. Lodvico was supposed to beat Ralen nearly to death then?
It is as it should be. Carbuncle replied, unfazed by her frustration.
“I’m so changing my sub-job as soon as I get to a moogle,” Phe muttered crossly as she stepped through the doorway into the bailey. Lod had been waiting for her, she saw with a smile as he was the first one to react to her presence.
Everything ok? Lodvico asked silently, his smile warm as she took a selfish moment and leaned in for a quick kiss.
Ok- no. She admitted wryly as she regretfully broke the kiss and turned to say her goodbyes to Calen and the others who’d come to see her off. But, things are as good as can be expected I think
“Everyone ready?” Drefan asked with a yawn after the farewells had all been given. There was a chorus of “Ayes” and another last round of goodbyes when Loyiont broke away from Faclan and the apparently deeply mysterious conversation the two TaruTarus had been in.
“I put a lot of work into you,” Loyiont said, eyes glimmering in the torch light. “Do me a favor and don’t undo it, okay?”
“I won’t,” She promised with a smile, kneeling down to give him a hug. “You’ve been a good friend, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” He replied simply. “Don’t worry about Ralen. He’ll get over it. Eventually.”
Not trusting her voice, she nodded at him and stood up, The others had already started to pass through Imalda’s gate and she hurried to catch up. The last glimpse Loyiont had of her was the smile she threw over her shoulder as she walked into the mist shrouded darkness surrounded by friends.
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ScarlettPheonix
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I don't think I'll be able to update this on any sort of regular schedule- but I do have some more ideas for the story bubbling away and hopefully they won't take me 6 months to write up
Lodvico duBois watched his fiancée maneuver with overt care though the airship with the stoic face his race were famed for. It wouldn’t do for Phe to see his amusement at her circumstances and he didn’t feel like trying to reattach any body parts if she decided to take out her frustrations on him- or if she turned around too quickly. He was also keeping a subtle (he devotedly hoped) distance from her- the normally agile Mithra was having a hard time with her newest job’s tools.
The goblins of Elshimo would be in for an interesting time he thought without regret as she got settling for the trip to Kahzam. Lodvico had no love for the goblin beastmen.
“I still don’t see why I have to do this,” Phe grumbled after they were in the air. “Its not like we’re going to be going up against the Empire to retrieve the Folly.”
“No,” Lod agreed, “but you’re the one who suggested searching the Remnants and Eijanhar for its whereabouts and since we’re not in a rush anyway we might as well be as prepared as possible, which means-“
“I finish my dark knight training to use it as a sub. I know. I know.” She finished for him. “But do you know how much this itches?! Or how much I sweat in the Death Jungles?!!”
Knowing a trap question when he heard it, Lodvico refrained from pointing out he’d been wearing heavy plate or mail armor for years in all types of weather conditions. It was only recently that he’d started wearing the much lighter armor of a White Mage.
“You’ll be able to visit your relatives at least,” he said comfortingly. “ I bet your aunt will be happy to hear about our progress in the search.”
“Oh, I just bet.” She muttered, shifting a strap holding her current weapon. “’Gee, sorry great-auntie, didn’t quite manage to find the gem because the ship I was on had to sink during a storm and I barely managed to make it to shore. So sorry, will try to do better next time.’”
With a short laugh, Lod pulled her tight against him for a brief hug. “And we will. We all knew this would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. We may never find the crystal.”
“Bite your tongue.” She advised with a smile. “I don’t trust any government to not abuse it. Especially the Empire,” She continued darkly. “They’re just too enamored with power- any power.”
“The Immortals aren’t the Empire.”
“Your point?” She shook her head. “No, I know you like the palace puppeteer but the Blue Mages are playing with fire- there’s a reason why the Orastery has never allowed the study of Beastmen magic. There are just some powers that are meant to be unknown to us.”
“Former Minister Shantotto might disagree with that.” Lodvico pointed out half-jokingly. He knew Pheonic had a deep respect for the powerful Black Mage the Windurstain children called the Wicked Witch of Windurst.
“Lady Shantotto loves power that’s true,” Phe acknowledged, “but she’s never gone so far as the Immortals have in her research. No Windurstian would.”
“And so the reason why you went through the Blue Mage initiation is…?” He asked looking over at her questioningly. Phe had the grace to blush at his look.
“Ok. Ok.” She huffed. “You want me to admit it? I agreed to be injected with that blue ichor -and I do mean ick- because I was curious. I follow the Red Path- I’m neither white or black but something else entirely and I wanted to know what the Blue Path truly is beyond the rumors of the townsfolk.”
“So you allowed them to torture you for knowledge?” He asked quietly. Even now weeks after they’d returned to the capital city of Aht Urghan and her initiation into Blue Magic he found the thought of it unsettling and the memory of waking up to find her gone from his side still had the power to stop his heart.
Knowing something of his thoughts, Phe reached over to grab his hand in hers (she absolutely refused to wear the mail gauntlets until she absolutely had too). “I’m ok,” she reminded him. “And yes, I did it for knowledge. Hold your friends close…”
“And your enemies closer.” He finished the old proverb. “I know your reasoning but I don’t like it.” He admitted. “And I can’t help but feel you’ve started on a path that will only bring more pain. Promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I will,” she smiled lopsidedly. “Besides, its not Blue Magic you have to worry about right now but how much I end up blood tanking as Dark Knight.”
“Don’t remind me,” Lodvico advised with a grimace. “I’ve been trying to ignore that fact since we got on the ship.“
“We can always talk about the wedding plans.” She suggested wickedly, knowing that her fiancé was even less enthusiastic about the plans her mother (and his) were currently planning out like generals during the last battle of the Hydra Corps than he was about the end of the world. She looked over at him impishly. “Your mother had this idea about importing the red phoenix lilies from the Far East for my bouquet- and I know they’re expensive but they’d go so well with my-“
Her teasing was cut short as he leaned over and silenced her with a laughing kiss. By mutual agreement they decided the future could wait- and so could their wedding plans.
Lodvico duBois watched his fiancée maneuver with overt care though the airship with the stoic face his race were famed for. It wouldn’t do for Phe to see his amusement at her circumstances and he didn’t feel like trying to reattach any body parts if she decided to take out her frustrations on him- or if she turned around too quickly. He was also keeping a subtle (he devotedly hoped) distance from her- the normally agile Mithra was having a hard time with her newest job’s tools.
The goblins of Elshimo would be in for an interesting time he thought without regret as she got settling for the trip to Kahzam. Lodvico had no love for the goblin beastmen.
“I still don’t see why I have to do this,” Phe grumbled after they were in the air. “Its not like we’re going to be going up against the Empire to retrieve the Folly.”
“No,” Lod agreed, “but you’re the one who suggested searching the Remnants and Eijanhar for its whereabouts and since we’re not in a rush anyway we might as well be as prepared as possible, which means-“
“I finish my dark knight training to use it as a sub. I know. I know.” She finished for him. “But do you know how much this itches?! Or how much I sweat in the Death Jungles?!!”
Knowing a trap question when he heard it, Lodvico refrained from pointing out he’d been wearing heavy plate or mail armor for years in all types of weather conditions. It was only recently that he’d started wearing the much lighter armor of a White Mage.
“You’ll be able to visit your relatives at least,” he said comfortingly. “ I bet your aunt will be happy to hear about our progress in the search.”
“Oh, I just bet.” She muttered, shifting a strap holding her current weapon. “’Gee, sorry great-auntie, didn’t quite manage to find the gem because the ship I was on had to sink during a storm and I barely managed to make it to shore. So sorry, will try to do better next time.’”
With a short laugh, Lod pulled her tight against him for a brief hug. “And we will. We all knew this would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. We may never find the crystal.”
“Bite your tongue.” She advised with a smile. “I don’t trust any government to not abuse it. Especially the Empire,” She continued darkly. “They’re just too enamored with power- any power.”
“The Immortals aren’t the Empire.”
“Your point?” She shook her head. “No, I know you like the palace puppeteer but the Blue Mages are playing with fire- there’s a reason why the Orastery has never allowed the study of Beastmen magic. There are just some powers that are meant to be unknown to us.”
“Former Minister Shantotto might disagree with that.” Lodvico pointed out half-jokingly. He knew Pheonic had a deep respect for the powerful Black Mage the Windurstain children called the Wicked Witch of Windurst.
“Lady Shantotto loves power that’s true,” Phe acknowledged, “but she’s never gone so far as the Immortals have in her research. No Windurstian would.”
“And so the reason why you went through the Blue Mage initiation is…?” He asked looking over at her questioningly. Phe had the grace to blush at his look.
“Ok. Ok.” She huffed. “You want me to admit it? I agreed to be injected with that blue ichor -and I do mean ick- because I was curious. I follow the Red Path- I’m neither white or black but something else entirely and I wanted to know what the Blue Path truly is beyond the rumors of the townsfolk.”
“So you allowed them to torture you for knowledge?” He asked quietly. Even now weeks after they’d returned to the capital city of Aht Urghan and her initiation into Blue Magic he found the thought of it unsettling and the memory of waking up to find her gone from his side still had the power to stop his heart.
Knowing something of his thoughts, Phe reached over to grab his hand in hers (she absolutely refused to wear the mail gauntlets until she absolutely had too). “I’m ok,” she reminded him. “And yes, I did it for knowledge. Hold your friends close…”
“And your enemies closer.” He finished the old proverb. “I know your reasoning but I don’t like it.” He admitted. “And I can’t help but feel you’ve started on a path that will only bring more pain. Promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I will,” she smiled lopsidedly. “Besides, its not Blue Magic you have to worry about right now but how much I end up blood tanking as Dark Knight.”
“Don’t remind me,” Lodvico advised with a grimace. “I’ve been trying to ignore that fact since we got on the ship.“
“We can always talk about the wedding plans.” She suggested wickedly, knowing that her fiancé was even less enthusiastic about the plans her mother (and his) were currently planning out like generals during the last battle of the Hydra Corps than he was about the end of the world. She looked over at him impishly. “Your mother had this idea about importing the red phoenix lilies from the Far East for my bouquet- and I know they’re expensive but they’d go so well with my-“
Her teasing was cut short as he leaned over and silenced her with a laughing kiss. By mutual agreement they decided the future could wait- and so could their wedding plans.
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Windurst 10/ZM14/PM [i]finis[/i]/ToAU [i]finis[/i]/SGT(P)/WotG [i]Emblem of the Holy Knight §§§§[/i]
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Go go Phe!! =^.^=
hehe, DRK training...don't ya just looooove being a RDM? XD
hehe, DRK training...don't ya just looooove being a RDM? XD
OMFG! 8 75+!!!! Who knew slackers could work so hard? D:
And now a Miqo'te as well. >=D
Melee classes:PLD90/NIN90/WAR90/THF90/SAM83/MNK90/DNC46/DRK24/DRG12/COR8/PUP12/RNG5
Magic/Support Classes:WHM82/BLM87/BRD28/SMN35/RDM23/BLU8/SCH1
Who knew slackers could work so hard? D:And now a Miqo'te as well. >=D
Melee classes:PLD90/NIN90/WAR90/THF90/SAM83/MNK90/DNC46/DRK24/DRG12/COR8/PUP12/RNG5
Magic/Support Classes:WHM82/BLM87/BRD28/SMN35/RDM23/BLU8/SCH1
MOAR!
....if you're even still doing this story that is Phe.
pwease? =^.^=
....if you're even still doing this story that is Phe.
pwease? =^.^=
OMFG! 8 75+!!!! Who knew slackers could work so hard? D:
And now a Miqo'te as well. >=D
Melee classes:PLD90/NIN90/WAR90/THF90/SAM83/MNK90/DNC46/DRK24/DRG12/COR8/PUP12/RNG5
Magic/Support Classes:WHM82/BLM87/BRD28/SMN35/RDM23/BLU8/SCH1
Who knew slackers could work so hard? D:And now a Miqo'te as well. >=D
Melee classes:PLD90/NIN90/WAR90/THF90/SAM83/MNK90/DNC46/DRK24/DRG12/COR8/PUP12/RNG5
Magic/Support Classes:WHM82/BLM87/BRD28/SMN35/RDM23/BLU8/SCH1
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ScarlettPheonix
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Aaaw thanks Kintrra!
I can't promise anything, but I'll see what I can do. I'll try and have something up in the next week or so- and hopefully do (at least) monthly updates.
I can't promise anything, but I'll see what I can do. I'll try and have something up in the next week or so- and hopefully do (at least) monthly updates.
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[color=darkred][i]Red Mage[/i][/color]
Windurst 10/ZM14/PM [i]finis[/i]/ToAU [i]finis[/i]/SGT(P)/WotG [i]Emblem of the Holy Knight §§§§[/i]
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Windurst 10/ZM14/PM [i]finis[/i]/ToAU [i]finis[/i]/SGT(P)/WotG [i]Emblem of the Holy Knight §§§§[/i]
[url=http://scarlett-insertwittytitlehere.blogspot.com/]My not interesting at all blog[/url]