Story of my mithra red mage
Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 5:31 pm
Here's a somewhat long story I had just finished two days ago. I have it posted in a couple other fourms, but haven't gotten much feedback. So please share your thoughs.
THE HIDDEN FOE
Part 1
Her blue eyes slowly opened to her new surroundings. A once dark place, now full of sunlight. She let out a low groan. Her body ached from lying, face down, on top of rubble. Slowly, Lyrah pushed herself up to a sitting position on her knees. A wave of dizzyness rushed through her, causing her to let out another low groan. She touched her slender hand to her head, and felt a trickle of blood.
Judging the small wound to not be serious, Lyrah sat still waiting for the dizzyness to subside. Lyrah had went out to Tahrongi, to do some work for her sister, Kyaa, of the Boneworkers Guild. And as she was excavating her chosen site, she struck a hollow spot in the ground. Then, before she had time to react, the ground fell away beneth her, and she fell into this chamber. The heat of the sun bore heavly down apon her. Lyrah found her water flask nearby covered in dust.
She picked it up, and popped open the lid. She then put in to her parched lips, and drank deeply. her thirst now satisfied, and the ache in her muscles gone, Lyrah stood up on her feet and streched, from the tips of her pointy ears, down to the tip of her tail. She couldn't have been unconscience for any longer then ten mintues.She looked around the empty room. Though the chamber was to deep to simply climb out of, Lyrah wasn't worried. The race of Mithra were nimble, and agile. Any Mithra would be able to simply run up the wall to reach the ledge. Lyrah figured she could do it in three steps. On the wall across from her were a series of markings along the bottom. She went over for a closer examanation. She reconigzed the markings as an older form of Tarutaru writting. She knew their language, and writting, but she still wasn't able to read this.
"This must be writting from one of the Tarutaru tribes, before they united to become a nation."
She though outloud to herself. She went back to the pile of rubble in search of her pickaxe. Whatever was behind that wall could be worth a fortune. But Lyrah wasn't so shortsighted to think only of the gil. She was also intrigued by the historical signifacants this chamber could contain. She found her pickaxe, and went back to the wall. Since the ancient Tarutaru writting covered only the bottom portion of the wall, she felt no qulams about digging through it.
This rock was tough. Lyrah struck at it with her pickaxe over, and over. And after a long time of digging, she made little progress. Undaunted, Lyrah put her hand to the wall and gathered her magic. She cast the spell dia into the wall, to weaken it. Then she took another drink from her wather flask, raised her pickaxe, and resumed digging.
Clang, clang, clang. Echoed the sound through the room hidden behind the wall. And in the complete darkness, it stured. Long had it waited. So very long. And now the wait was about to end. over the course of time, its hunger grew. All of its strength was required to hold back from trying to break through the wall that very moment. Its mouth filled with thick drool, in antisapation of sweet flesh. The noise stopped for a moment, making the creature more anxious. But then it started back up again. Egarly it waited. Clang, clang, clang.
The dia spell made the difference. Lyrah was able to dig through the wall much quicker. And soon she broke through. She made the hole bigger for her to comfortably fit through. And just as she was about to cross through, she froze. A strong scent filled the air. Something else was in there. A flash of gleaming white shot foward. Jaws filled with sharp teeth. Lyrah gasped, and sprang backwards, falling to her back. The head of a large reptile poked through the hole. Its wide, yellow eyes locked on her. Its large jaws reached out for her, snapping with wild insanity. Spittle flew everywhere, some of it landing on her. Lyrah yelped, as her heart lept to her throat. her body trembled violently, adrenaline pumping through her. She instinctively reached for her sword, but remembered she had left it with her chocobo. It couldn't reach her. The frenzied beast let out a roar of rage, but the hole was to small for it to fit through. It went back into the hidden room then reached out with one of its arms. Its arm was huge. Its four fingers were long, sharp claws. And they were metal. The claw reached out, slashing, and stabbing at her. Lyrah scooted herself out of reach, and stood up. The creature then started to tear at the wall, breaking off chunks of rock. Lyrah fled, running three steps up the wall, and grabbing hold of the ledge. She pulled herself out of the camber, and ran to her chocobo, not wasting any time in looking back. She took her sword from the chocobo, and tied it to her waist. She mounted her chocobo, and turend about, preparing to flee.
And there was the monster.Climbing atop the ledge. A large lizard-like creature. It stood on two legs, about eight feet tall, and covered in black scales. Its clawed feet appeared to be made out of metal just like its arms. It took a step foward. Lyrah gathered her magic, and threw a powerful bolt of lightining at it. The creature was hit square in the chest, and fell back into the chamber.
Lyrah urgered her chocobo on, full speed. She rode down the winding path, heading, for East Sautabaruta. She rode her chocobo to exhaustion, and was forced to stop. She dismounted from her chocobo, and prepared its food, and water. Lyrah then sat down beside her chocobo, trying to calm herself down. When she finally felt her heartbeat return to normal, Lyrah untied the purple ribbon in her messy hair and pulled it out. her hair fell out of its braid, and went down just passed her shoulders. She unpacked her comb, mabe by her sister, and ran it through her hair. She brushed out alot of dust, and dirt when she relized something. She had left behind all the bones she had excavated for her sister.
Kyaa would be unhappy. But Lyrah shurgged away the though, thinking her life was vastly more important. besides, she wasn't going back there. She began to ponder the creature hidden away in that ancient chamber, but felt to distracted by her discomforts. She was dirty from her travels, and from that fall. Not to mention That monster spit was still all over her, having dryed up by now.
"How do people manage without magic?"
She said to no one, as she stood up, and began to undress. She wore her traditional Mithran gear, which consisted of her seperaters, gloves, gaiters, and loincloth. She tossed these aside, along with her underwear. Lyrah began gathering her magic above her head. A swirl of moisture appeared over her, forming into a globe of water. She contiuned casting her spell, making the water globe bigger. Then she let the spell go, and the water globe fell apon her. Lyrah squeeked from the sudden rush of cold, as it engulfed her. She stood there for a moment, naked, and soaking wet. Not as good as a bath, but she felt much better.
She went through her bags, that were strapped to her chocobo, and pulled out a clean set of underwear, and Mithran seperaters. She got dressed, and tied her hair back up. She sat down again, to have her own meal. Dryed biscuts, and strips of jerkey. When her chocobo was well rested, Lyrah gathered all her things together, ready to leave. But there was still one last thing to do. She gathered up her magic again, and unleashed it, creating a windstorm all around her. She used her areoga spell to spread her sent all around the area. She didn't know if that monster could track by smell or not, but why take chances. And since that tactic could only delay a predator, Lyrah cast the spell deodorize on herself. Then on her chocobo. Now with no way to track her by sent, She mounted her chocobo again, and headed off for East Sarutabaruta.
After days of travel, Lyrah made it to Windrust. Thoughs of a big meal, a hot bath, and a nice warm bed ran through her mind as she walked her chocobo to the stables. She wanted nothing more then to presue all of those wonderful thoughts, but she still had business to take care of. After taking her chocobo to the stables, Lyrah made her way to the captian of the guard, in Windrust Woods. It was a blonde Mithra, with the same tan colored skin as Lyrah's. Her name was Rakoh Buuma. She listened as Lyrah reported all that had happened to her.
"Sounds serrious." She said in her mithran accent.
Lyrah, herself lost the accent while under the training of a master swordsman. She looked up to him so much, that she tryed to copy everything he did. Even the way he spoke. Rakoh was somewhat skeptical of Lyrah's story. But that wasn't how Tarutaru did things.
"I'll send in a report at once." Rakoh continued. "However, if you have any evidence to supporrrt your story, we may get an investagation going much quicker."
Lyrah let out a sigh. She didn't have anything. She was about to say so, but an idea came to her.
"I'll need to go to the boneworkers guild first. i should be back before to long, with some proof."
Rakoh nodded.
"I'll wait for you, before I send in your report. But don't keep me waiting to long."
Lyrah found her sister, Kyaa Taali, busy as always working at her table. She was chipping away at some bone chips, making arrowheads, for a bundle of arrows that were stacked in a corner of the room. Between the two, Kyaa was the one who inherited their mothers white hair. her tail was casually swaying from side to side, as she finished making an arrowhead, and went to work on another.
"Kyaa."
Lyrah greeted.
Kyaa stopped working, and turned around to face her sister.
"Lyrrah!" She greated, with a big smile on her face. "What all did you brrring us, from the excavation?"
A worried look crossed lyrah's face, as she nevously started to scratch her ear.
"Well....I, uha....did get get a good bundle, but...."
Kyaa's smile quickly turned to a look of worry.
"You did bring us more bones, didn't you?" she asked.
Lyrah looked away
"Well.....I'm afraid there there was an incident that happened and - "
"What incident?" Kyaa interupted.
Lyrah put her hands behind her back, and started kicking her foot back and forth.
"I fell into some ancient ruin, where I freed some sort of insane, bloodthirsty monster that tryed to kill me, so I ran away leaving everything behind, bearly escaping with my life."
Kyaa's ears, and jaw dropped, and her tail became limp.
"Whaaaaaaa!" she wailed. "We have an entire days worth of arrows we need fitted with arrowheads, not to mention our norrrmal quota! Its draining our resourceses fast. We can bearly keep up We needed those bones!"
"Thanks for the sympathy." Lyrah muttered. "Anyways, could I get a peice of parchment, a pen, and possibly an envelope?"
Kyaa slumped her head in defeat. She dragged herself to a nearby desk, and brought Lyrah each iteam she asked for. Lyrah set the parchment down on kyaa's table, and started writting something down on it. She then folded the parchment up, and stuffed it in the envelope.
"Thank you very much, sister." Lyrah said, to which Kyaa only sighed.
"Yeah."
It wasn't that Kyaa didn't care. In fact she worried alot about her sister. But her being in danger was common place now. And she knew that Lyrah could take care of herself. Lyrah left the Boneworkers Guild, and went back to Rakoh. She handed the envelope to her as her evidence of her story. Then, she went stright to her mog house, and stright to her bedroom. She walked up to her bed, and fell down falling asleep imediately - on the floor, having missed the bed.
Lyrah's report was sent in, and later that same day it was sent to Koru-Moru, a Minister, and Principle of the local school of magic. He read the offical report restating the findings of an adventurer named Lyrah Taali. Then he pulled out a peice of parchment from an envelope and read it. He nearly fell out of his chair at what he saw. It was ancient writting of a rogue tribe of Tarutaru. Though it wasn't excat, it was still easy to reconigze. Koru-Moru reread the report, then hopped out of his chair, and went over to his bookshelf. He went through his collection of books, searching for anything related to what was in the report. It didn't take to long for him to find what he was looking for. After reading what he wanted to know, Koru-Moru wrote a letter of his own to the Mithra Chieftess, requesting to have a group of rangers prepare for a mission in Tahrongi. He wrote a second letter to Rakoh, wanting Lyrah to be sent to him.
Lyrah woke up early the next morning, feeling better then ever, inspite of the stiffness from laying on the floor. The first thing she did was help herself to a long, and hot bath. While lieing in her tub, in complete bliss, her moogle fluttered in the room, with it's bat-like wings.
"You have recived a letter from Aeriis."
Lyrah opened her eyes, and looked up at the moogle.
"What does it say?"
The moogle opened the envelope, and took out the parchment.
"To my friend Lyrah, kupo." (Kupo not acually being written in the letter. It's just how the moogles talk.) "All is well in San d'Oria. I have just recently been given the task of training new priests, kupo. And don't worry, my Mithran friend. I have not forgotten about our duel. It will be my pleasure to defeat you. Don't be afraid, kupo. I promise I'll go easy on you. Until next we meet my friend. May the light of Altana bless you, kupo.
- Aeriis."
Lyrah couldn't help but chuckle. Aeriis, an elvaan priest, had been a friend of hers for along time. This duel was a friendly match brough about by Lyrah's own constant boasthing. She had no doubts at all that she could beat Aeriis. As far as Lyrah was concerned, there was no power in all of Vana'diel, that she couldn't handle. Even that creature that attacked her. It had simply surprised her was all. If she were to face that creature again, she would win. In a battle, more often then not, there was room for only one winner. And Lyrah expected nothing less from herself, then to be that winner.
"Thanks."
Lyrah said.
The moogle fluttered out of the room. She ended her bath, and got dressed. She wore her pair of red Mithran sepraters, and a pair of white slacks, she wore over her loincloth. On her head, she wore a golden circlet. At her side, she wore her sword. It was a long thin bladed sword, with the hilt curving up the sides of the blade, like prongs. Mr. Sword was it's name. And she also slung a round, metal shield over her shoulder.
She left her mog house, and went out to Windrust Woods. Adventurers, and citizens alike went to and fro, about their own business. Most were Tarutaru, and Mithra, of course. But there were also a few Elvaan, and Humes about too. She even walked passed a muscle bound Galka. He was a giant compared to her. When he saw her, she felt herself shrink somewhat. She had been around Galka before. But being next to him still made Lyrah feel small. The Galka saw this in her, but he simply smiled and nodded, as he casualy walked by. Not far behind him, was a group of Tarutaru children, hiding behind corners to peak at him.
Lyrah's stomach growled, reminding her of how hungry she was. She searched for a food vender, and found a young Mithra girl, walking around with a tray of boxed lunches. Lyrah bought two lunches, and a disposable container of tea from her.
"Enjoy yourrr meal."
She said happly, and continued on.
Lyrah went to sit down at the fountain to eat. Her first lunch was made up of riceballs, with sliced cucumbers, radishs, and tomatoes. Her second lunch was fried crayfish, with potatoes that were cut into long strips, and fried as well. Also it had a special dipping sause, that was slightly tangy. Then she sipped at her tea, feeling as if she had eaten a feast for royalty. That was when a Mithra guard from the eastrn gate walked up to her.
"Lyrrrah Taali?" She asked.
"The one, and only." Came Lyrah's bostful replay.
The guard handed Lyrah and envelope.
"You have rrrecived a request by Minister, and Principal Koru-Moru, to go, and see him as soon as possible."
"I shall do so." Lyrah said, as she took the envelope from her.
The guard saluted, and left. Lyrah finished the rest of her tea,and threw the container into a nearby basket. Later in the day, someone would come by to collect the baskets contents, so they could be remade into new containers for lunches. Almost nothing ever gets truely thrown away.
"Welcome Lyrah." Koru-Moru greated from behind his desk. "Please take a seat'taru."
Lyrah stat down on a stool, across from the small Tarutaru. A pointy blue hat, sat atop his head, resting between his two pointy ears He also wore a sand colored aketon, with a red strip that went down the center.
"A reporty-worty was sent to me, that you found some ancient ruins." He said.
"Do you know anything about it?" Lyrah asked.
Koru-Moru leaned back in his chair.
"Judging from the writting that you found, and the monster-wonster, it was a tomb made by a rogue tribe of Tarutaru. As you know, the Tarutaru delved into magic, but this triby-wibey, the Burumororu, took their magic in a much darker direction'taru."
"Dark magic?" Lyrah asked, as she crossed her legs.
Koru-Moru shook his head.
"Not as simple as that. Blood magic, necromancy, and conjruing-wonjuring nightmarish monsters from other plains of existance."
Lyrah's ears pirked up at that.
"Is that what that mosnter was?"
Koru-Moru nodded.
"What we know from history, states that they created a vicious monster to protect them from the Yagado, and the other Tarutaru tribes. They called it the Fleshripper giant'taru."
"Giant?"
Lyrah asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
Koru-Moru grinned.
"By Tarutaru standards, of course."
He scratched his little brown nose, and continued on.
"Over time, the tribe diminished. The Fleshripper became more, and more difficult to control. So they sealed it up in that tomby-womby."
"So what's the plan?"
Lyrah asked, half expecting the answer.
"What we want to do, is send out a teamy-weamy to that tomb. But we can't send out a group, with that monster running about'taru"
"So you want me to go back out there, and kill it?"
Lyrah asked.
Koru-Moru nodded.
"I have made arangments for a groupy-woupy of rangers to be sent out. And I want you to go with them."
Lyrah sat one her stool, silent. She wasn't afraid of the Fleshripper. But she wasn't excatly anxious to go out, and fight it either.
"You will be rewarded, of course. Five hundred gil."
The Minister added.
Lyrah smiled.
"Alright, I'll do it."
"Excellent!"
Koru-Moru cheered.
"The rangers will have all your provisions ready-weady. Meet them back here at sundown."
Lyrah saluted.
"The Fleshripper will be beaten. You can count on that."
THE HIDDEN FOE
Part 1
Her blue eyes slowly opened to her new surroundings. A once dark place, now full of sunlight. She let out a low groan. Her body ached from lying, face down, on top of rubble. Slowly, Lyrah pushed herself up to a sitting position on her knees. A wave of dizzyness rushed through her, causing her to let out another low groan. She touched her slender hand to her head, and felt a trickle of blood.
Judging the small wound to not be serious, Lyrah sat still waiting for the dizzyness to subside. Lyrah had went out to Tahrongi, to do some work for her sister, Kyaa, of the Boneworkers Guild. And as she was excavating her chosen site, she struck a hollow spot in the ground. Then, before she had time to react, the ground fell away beneth her, and she fell into this chamber. The heat of the sun bore heavly down apon her. Lyrah found her water flask nearby covered in dust.
She picked it up, and popped open the lid. She then put in to her parched lips, and drank deeply. her thirst now satisfied, and the ache in her muscles gone, Lyrah stood up on her feet and streched, from the tips of her pointy ears, down to the tip of her tail. She couldn't have been unconscience for any longer then ten mintues.She looked around the empty room. Though the chamber was to deep to simply climb out of, Lyrah wasn't worried. The race of Mithra were nimble, and agile. Any Mithra would be able to simply run up the wall to reach the ledge. Lyrah figured she could do it in three steps. On the wall across from her were a series of markings along the bottom. She went over for a closer examanation. She reconigzed the markings as an older form of Tarutaru writting. She knew their language, and writting, but she still wasn't able to read this.
"This must be writting from one of the Tarutaru tribes, before they united to become a nation."
She though outloud to herself. She went back to the pile of rubble in search of her pickaxe. Whatever was behind that wall could be worth a fortune. But Lyrah wasn't so shortsighted to think only of the gil. She was also intrigued by the historical signifacants this chamber could contain. She found her pickaxe, and went back to the wall. Since the ancient Tarutaru writting covered only the bottom portion of the wall, she felt no qulams about digging through it.
This rock was tough. Lyrah struck at it with her pickaxe over, and over. And after a long time of digging, she made little progress. Undaunted, Lyrah put her hand to the wall and gathered her magic. She cast the spell dia into the wall, to weaken it. Then she took another drink from her wather flask, raised her pickaxe, and resumed digging.
Clang, clang, clang. Echoed the sound through the room hidden behind the wall. And in the complete darkness, it stured. Long had it waited. So very long. And now the wait was about to end. over the course of time, its hunger grew. All of its strength was required to hold back from trying to break through the wall that very moment. Its mouth filled with thick drool, in antisapation of sweet flesh. The noise stopped for a moment, making the creature more anxious. But then it started back up again. Egarly it waited. Clang, clang, clang.
The dia spell made the difference. Lyrah was able to dig through the wall much quicker. And soon she broke through. She made the hole bigger for her to comfortably fit through. And just as she was about to cross through, she froze. A strong scent filled the air. Something else was in there. A flash of gleaming white shot foward. Jaws filled with sharp teeth. Lyrah gasped, and sprang backwards, falling to her back. The head of a large reptile poked through the hole. Its wide, yellow eyes locked on her. Its large jaws reached out for her, snapping with wild insanity. Spittle flew everywhere, some of it landing on her. Lyrah yelped, as her heart lept to her throat. her body trembled violently, adrenaline pumping through her. She instinctively reached for her sword, but remembered she had left it with her chocobo. It couldn't reach her. The frenzied beast let out a roar of rage, but the hole was to small for it to fit through. It went back into the hidden room then reached out with one of its arms. Its arm was huge. Its four fingers were long, sharp claws. And they were metal. The claw reached out, slashing, and stabbing at her. Lyrah scooted herself out of reach, and stood up. The creature then started to tear at the wall, breaking off chunks of rock. Lyrah fled, running three steps up the wall, and grabbing hold of the ledge. She pulled herself out of the camber, and ran to her chocobo, not wasting any time in looking back. She took her sword from the chocobo, and tied it to her waist. She mounted her chocobo, and turend about, preparing to flee.
And there was the monster.Climbing atop the ledge. A large lizard-like creature. It stood on two legs, about eight feet tall, and covered in black scales. Its clawed feet appeared to be made out of metal just like its arms. It took a step foward. Lyrah gathered her magic, and threw a powerful bolt of lightining at it. The creature was hit square in the chest, and fell back into the chamber.
Lyrah urgered her chocobo on, full speed. She rode down the winding path, heading, for East Sautabaruta. She rode her chocobo to exhaustion, and was forced to stop. She dismounted from her chocobo, and prepared its food, and water. Lyrah then sat down beside her chocobo, trying to calm herself down. When she finally felt her heartbeat return to normal, Lyrah untied the purple ribbon in her messy hair and pulled it out. her hair fell out of its braid, and went down just passed her shoulders. She unpacked her comb, mabe by her sister, and ran it through her hair. She brushed out alot of dust, and dirt when she relized something. She had left behind all the bones she had excavated for her sister.
Kyaa would be unhappy. But Lyrah shurgged away the though, thinking her life was vastly more important. besides, she wasn't going back there. She began to ponder the creature hidden away in that ancient chamber, but felt to distracted by her discomforts. She was dirty from her travels, and from that fall. Not to mention That monster spit was still all over her, having dryed up by now.
"How do people manage without magic?"
She said to no one, as she stood up, and began to undress. She wore her traditional Mithran gear, which consisted of her seperaters, gloves, gaiters, and loincloth. She tossed these aside, along with her underwear. Lyrah began gathering her magic above her head. A swirl of moisture appeared over her, forming into a globe of water. She contiuned casting her spell, making the water globe bigger. Then she let the spell go, and the water globe fell apon her. Lyrah squeeked from the sudden rush of cold, as it engulfed her. She stood there for a moment, naked, and soaking wet. Not as good as a bath, but she felt much better.
She went through her bags, that were strapped to her chocobo, and pulled out a clean set of underwear, and Mithran seperaters. She got dressed, and tied her hair back up. She sat down again, to have her own meal. Dryed biscuts, and strips of jerkey. When her chocobo was well rested, Lyrah gathered all her things together, ready to leave. But there was still one last thing to do. She gathered up her magic again, and unleashed it, creating a windstorm all around her. She used her areoga spell to spread her sent all around the area. She didn't know if that monster could track by smell or not, but why take chances. And since that tactic could only delay a predator, Lyrah cast the spell deodorize on herself. Then on her chocobo. Now with no way to track her by sent, She mounted her chocobo again, and headed off for East Sarutabaruta.
After days of travel, Lyrah made it to Windrust. Thoughs of a big meal, a hot bath, and a nice warm bed ran through her mind as she walked her chocobo to the stables. She wanted nothing more then to presue all of those wonderful thoughts, but she still had business to take care of. After taking her chocobo to the stables, Lyrah made her way to the captian of the guard, in Windrust Woods. It was a blonde Mithra, with the same tan colored skin as Lyrah's. Her name was Rakoh Buuma. She listened as Lyrah reported all that had happened to her.
"Sounds serrious." She said in her mithran accent.
Lyrah, herself lost the accent while under the training of a master swordsman. She looked up to him so much, that she tryed to copy everything he did. Even the way he spoke. Rakoh was somewhat skeptical of Lyrah's story. But that wasn't how Tarutaru did things.
"I'll send in a report at once." Rakoh continued. "However, if you have any evidence to supporrrt your story, we may get an investagation going much quicker."
Lyrah let out a sigh. She didn't have anything. She was about to say so, but an idea came to her.
"I'll need to go to the boneworkers guild first. i should be back before to long, with some proof."
Rakoh nodded.
"I'll wait for you, before I send in your report. But don't keep me waiting to long."
Lyrah found her sister, Kyaa Taali, busy as always working at her table. She was chipping away at some bone chips, making arrowheads, for a bundle of arrows that were stacked in a corner of the room. Between the two, Kyaa was the one who inherited their mothers white hair. her tail was casually swaying from side to side, as she finished making an arrowhead, and went to work on another.
"Kyaa."
Lyrah greeted.
Kyaa stopped working, and turned around to face her sister.
"Lyrrah!" She greated, with a big smile on her face. "What all did you brrring us, from the excavation?"
A worried look crossed lyrah's face, as she nevously started to scratch her ear.
"Well....I, uha....did get get a good bundle, but...."
Kyaa's smile quickly turned to a look of worry.
"You did bring us more bones, didn't you?" she asked.
Lyrah looked away
"Well.....I'm afraid there there was an incident that happened and - "
"What incident?" Kyaa interupted.
Lyrah put her hands behind her back, and started kicking her foot back and forth.
"I fell into some ancient ruin, where I freed some sort of insane, bloodthirsty monster that tryed to kill me, so I ran away leaving everything behind, bearly escaping with my life."
Kyaa's ears, and jaw dropped, and her tail became limp.
"Whaaaaaaa!" she wailed. "We have an entire days worth of arrows we need fitted with arrowheads, not to mention our norrrmal quota! Its draining our resourceses fast. We can bearly keep up We needed those bones!"
"Thanks for the sympathy." Lyrah muttered. "Anyways, could I get a peice of parchment, a pen, and possibly an envelope?"
Kyaa slumped her head in defeat. She dragged herself to a nearby desk, and brought Lyrah each iteam she asked for. Lyrah set the parchment down on kyaa's table, and started writting something down on it. She then folded the parchment up, and stuffed it in the envelope.
"Thank you very much, sister." Lyrah said, to which Kyaa only sighed.
"Yeah."
It wasn't that Kyaa didn't care. In fact she worried alot about her sister. But her being in danger was common place now. And she knew that Lyrah could take care of herself. Lyrah left the Boneworkers Guild, and went back to Rakoh. She handed the envelope to her as her evidence of her story. Then, she went stright to her mog house, and stright to her bedroom. She walked up to her bed, and fell down falling asleep imediately - on the floor, having missed the bed.
Lyrah's report was sent in, and later that same day it was sent to Koru-Moru, a Minister, and Principle of the local school of magic. He read the offical report restating the findings of an adventurer named Lyrah Taali. Then he pulled out a peice of parchment from an envelope and read it. He nearly fell out of his chair at what he saw. It was ancient writting of a rogue tribe of Tarutaru. Though it wasn't excat, it was still easy to reconigze. Koru-Moru reread the report, then hopped out of his chair, and went over to his bookshelf. He went through his collection of books, searching for anything related to what was in the report. It didn't take to long for him to find what he was looking for. After reading what he wanted to know, Koru-Moru wrote a letter of his own to the Mithra Chieftess, requesting to have a group of rangers prepare for a mission in Tahrongi. He wrote a second letter to Rakoh, wanting Lyrah to be sent to him.
Lyrah woke up early the next morning, feeling better then ever, inspite of the stiffness from laying on the floor. The first thing she did was help herself to a long, and hot bath. While lieing in her tub, in complete bliss, her moogle fluttered in the room, with it's bat-like wings.
"You have recived a letter from Aeriis."
Lyrah opened her eyes, and looked up at the moogle.
"What does it say?"
The moogle opened the envelope, and took out the parchment.
"To my friend Lyrah, kupo." (Kupo not acually being written in the letter. It's just how the moogles talk.) "All is well in San d'Oria. I have just recently been given the task of training new priests, kupo. And don't worry, my Mithran friend. I have not forgotten about our duel. It will be my pleasure to defeat you. Don't be afraid, kupo. I promise I'll go easy on you. Until next we meet my friend. May the light of Altana bless you, kupo.
- Aeriis."
Lyrah couldn't help but chuckle. Aeriis, an elvaan priest, had been a friend of hers for along time. This duel was a friendly match brough about by Lyrah's own constant boasthing. She had no doubts at all that she could beat Aeriis. As far as Lyrah was concerned, there was no power in all of Vana'diel, that she couldn't handle. Even that creature that attacked her. It had simply surprised her was all. If she were to face that creature again, she would win. In a battle, more often then not, there was room for only one winner. And Lyrah expected nothing less from herself, then to be that winner.
"Thanks."
Lyrah said.
The moogle fluttered out of the room. She ended her bath, and got dressed. She wore her pair of red Mithran sepraters, and a pair of white slacks, she wore over her loincloth. On her head, she wore a golden circlet. At her side, she wore her sword. It was a long thin bladed sword, with the hilt curving up the sides of the blade, like prongs. Mr. Sword was it's name. And she also slung a round, metal shield over her shoulder.
She left her mog house, and went out to Windrust Woods. Adventurers, and citizens alike went to and fro, about their own business. Most were Tarutaru, and Mithra, of course. But there were also a few Elvaan, and Humes about too. She even walked passed a muscle bound Galka. He was a giant compared to her. When he saw her, she felt herself shrink somewhat. She had been around Galka before. But being next to him still made Lyrah feel small. The Galka saw this in her, but he simply smiled and nodded, as he casualy walked by. Not far behind him, was a group of Tarutaru children, hiding behind corners to peak at him.
Lyrah's stomach growled, reminding her of how hungry she was. She searched for a food vender, and found a young Mithra girl, walking around with a tray of boxed lunches. Lyrah bought two lunches, and a disposable container of tea from her.
"Enjoy yourrr meal."
She said happly, and continued on.
Lyrah went to sit down at the fountain to eat. Her first lunch was made up of riceballs, with sliced cucumbers, radishs, and tomatoes. Her second lunch was fried crayfish, with potatoes that were cut into long strips, and fried as well. Also it had a special dipping sause, that was slightly tangy. Then she sipped at her tea, feeling as if she had eaten a feast for royalty. That was when a Mithra guard from the eastrn gate walked up to her.
"Lyrrrah Taali?" She asked.
"The one, and only." Came Lyrah's bostful replay.
The guard handed Lyrah and envelope.
"You have rrrecived a request by Minister, and Principal Koru-Moru, to go, and see him as soon as possible."
"I shall do so." Lyrah said, as she took the envelope from her.
The guard saluted, and left. Lyrah finished the rest of her tea,and threw the container into a nearby basket. Later in the day, someone would come by to collect the baskets contents, so they could be remade into new containers for lunches. Almost nothing ever gets truely thrown away.
"Welcome Lyrah." Koru-Moru greated from behind his desk. "Please take a seat'taru."
Lyrah stat down on a stool, across from the small Tarutaru. A pointy blue hat, sat atop his head, resting between his two pointy ears He also wore a sand colored aketon, with a red strip that went down the center.
"A reporty-worty was sent to me, that you found some ancient ruins." He said.
"Do you know anything about it?" Lyrah asked.
Koru-Moru leaned back in his chair.
"Judging from the writting that you found, and the monster-wonster, it was a tomb made by a rogue tribe of Tarutaru. As you know, the Tarutaru delved into magic, but this triby-wibey, the Burumororu, took their magic in a much darker direction'taru."
"Dark magic?" Lyrah asked, as she crossed her legs.
Koru-Moru shook his head.
"Not as simple as that. Blood magic, necromancy, and conjruing-wonjuring nightmarish monsters from other plains of existance."
Lyrah's ears pirked up at that.
"Is that what that mosnter was?"
Koru-Moru nodded.
"What we know from history, states that they created a vicious monster to protect them from the Yagado, and the other Tarutaru tribes. They called it the Fleshripper giant'taru."
"Giant?"
Lyrah asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
Koru-Moru grinned.
"By Tarutaru standards, of course."
He scratched his little brown nose, and continued on.
"Over time, the tribe diminished. The Fleshripper became more, and more difficult to control. So they sealed it up in that tomby-womby."
"So what's the plan?"
Lyrah asked, half expecting the answer.
"What we want to do, is send out a teamy-weamy to that tomb. But we can't send out a group, with that monster running about'taru"
"So you want me to go back out there, and kill it?"
Lyrah asked.
Koru-Moru nodded.
"I have made arangments for a groupy-woupy of rangers to be sent out. And I want you to go with them."
Lyrah sat one her stool, silent. She wasn't afraid of the Fleshripper. But she wasn't excatly anxious to go out, and fight it either.
"You will be rewarded, of course. Five hundred gil."
The Minister added.
Lyrah smiled.
"Alright, I'll do it."
"Excellent!"
Koru-Moru cheered.
"The rangers will have all your provisions ready-weady. Meet them back here at sundown."
Lyrah saluted.
"The Fleshripper will be beaten. You can count on that."