GI~I'll give it a shot.
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The water crashed against the stone bridge leading to the Galkan mines. Faryl pulled her Yew rod from her pack, casting it over the side into the water. Her tail fell limply behind her as she concentrated on waiting for a fish to bite. Bastok, not exactly her home town, had always seemed like home to her. She fought under their signet.
Windurst had never appealed to her. She didn't much like the Taru Taru species, and considering they originated there, like the Mithra, they were everywhere.
She pulled her rod back in. She hadn't caught anything since she bought her first rod and lugworms. It was Darksday, so she failed to understand why she persisted to fish. As soon as she turned around she looked into the grey skin of a Galka. She wasn't much fond of them either, though they originated in Bastok, so around every turn there one was.
"Oh, pardon me. I didn't mean to run into you..." Faryl looked up at the Galka, who looked down at her with stern eyes.
"Not to worry. Are you headed anywhere particular?" The Galka said, the stern look remaining on his face.
Faryl raised her eyebrows. No Galka had ever spoken to her, "Well, I was hoping to go to the Highlands, but I'm not strong enough."
The Galka nodded, a thoughtful look on his face as he examined the Mithra wearing the leather armor, "Nimblesquirrel at your service. Level fifteen monk whitemage."
Monk whitemage? Not a very common combo. Usually the monks subbed as warriors, "My name is Faryl, level nine redmage."
He chuckled heartily, the deep Galkan laugh that always seemed to wear on Faryl's nerves, "A level nine hoping to travel to the highlands? Slightly low..."
Faryl scowled up at him. She made a mental note that this Galkan was like all others, "Why do you think I'm not there?"
"Because you're busy making a sad attempt fishing on Darksday?"
Faryl glared at him, "I don't find that amusing," she stated, her strong accent imminent.
Nimblesquirrel clapped one of his huge hands on her shoulder, "Not to worry, my friend. I shall take you into the highlands!"
Faryl jerked away, "I'll pass, thank you. I do not like being laughed at. Now, if you'll excuse me." She pushed past him and headed back up the bridge, thoroughly annoyed by this Nimblesquirrel Galka. She stalked to the Auction House, talking to one of the clerks.
"Yes, how may I help you... Faryl?" The clerk said in her pitchy voice. The Hume clerks here always annoyed her. If she were ever offered to be a clerk, she would accept just to go to the meeting to beat up the Hume clerks, though that would mean returning to Windurst.
"I'd like to check the status of my sales please." She had put her Bonze Mittens, her Bronze Sword, her Bronze Hat, her Bronze Subligar, a Scroll of Paralyze, a stack of Water Crystals, and a Scroll of Sneak up for auction.
"Just a moment," the Hume said in the same, enthusiastic voice as before. She walked back into another hut and returned shortly, "You Bronze Mittens, your Scroll of Paralyze, your Scroll of Sneak, your Bronze sword and your Bronze Hat sold. Your Bronze Subligar has been taken down, along with your Stack of Water Crystals. The gil and items have been returned to your Mog House."
Faryl nodded, "Thanks," she said, turning around and running out of the stone building toward the passage to her Mog House. She waited for the arrval of her Moogle to retrieve her gil and items. But he did not come. She waited for five more minutes before becoming frustrated, "Moogle? Where are you!"
There was no response. She stomped her booted foot on the stone floor, growing angry, but as she did the floor beneath her began to crumble, "What the heck!?" The stones fell into darkness, along with herself.
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Nimblesquirrel ran as fast as he could to Faryl's Mog house. He could feel something wasn't right. He had sent her an invitation to join his party, and it had alerted him that she had left the server area. But she had not logged out. The last way he had seen her run was toward her Mog House
He kicked in the locked door of her house only to have it fall down into the depths of the black hole as well as it slid across what stone was left, "What it all the three hells... Faryl!? Faryl! Are you here!?"
He received no answer. His large jaw clenched. What had happened here...?
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GI~My first try at a Final Fantasy fic. What do you think? R&R please!
OH, and Faryl actually IS my level nine Mithra redmage. And on of my Galkan friends IS Nimblesuirrel, a level 15 monk whitemage. He doesn't actually act like that though. He's really actually nice to me! ^_^ You'll meet more of my friends along the way.
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The water crashed against the stone bridge leading to the Galkan mines. Faryl pulled her Yew rod from her pack, casting it over the side into the water. Her tail fell limply behind her as she concentrated on waiting for a fish to bite. Bastok, not exactly her home town, had always seemed like home to her. She fought under their signet.
Windurst had never appealed to her. She didn't much like the Taru Taru species, and considering they originated there, like the Mithra, they were everywhere.
She pulled her rod back in. She hadn't caught anything since she bought her first rod and lugworms. It was Darksday, so she failed to understand why she persisted to fish. As soon as she turned around she looked into the grey skin of a Galka. She wasn't much fond of them either, though they originated in Bastok, so around every turn there one was.
"Oh, pardon me. I didn't mean to run into you..." Faryl looked up at the Galka, who looked down at her with stern eyes.
"Not to worry. Are you headed anywhere particular?" The Galka said, the stern look remaining on his face.
Faryl raised her eyebrows. No Galka had ever spoken to her, "Well, I was hoping to go to the Highlands, but I'm not strong enough."
The Galka nodded, a thoughtful look on his face as he examined the Mithra wearing the leather armor, "Nimblesquirrel at your service. Level fifteen monk whitemage."
Monk whitemage? Not a very common combo. Usually the monks subbed as warriors, "My name is Faryl, level nine redmage."
He chuckled heartily, the deep Galkan laugh that always seemed to wear on Faryl's nerves, "A level nine hoping to travel to the highlands? Slightly low..."
Faryl scowled up at him. She made a mental note that this Galkan was like all others, "Why do you think I'm not there?"
"Because you're busy making a sad attempt fishing on Darksday?"
Faryl glared at him, "I don't find that amusing," she stated, her strong accent imminent.
Nimblesquirrel clapped one of his huge hands on her shoulder, "Not to worry, my friend. I shall take you into the highlands!"
Faryl jerked away, "I'll pass, thank you. I do not like being laughed at. Now, if you'll excuse me." She pushed past him and headed back up the bridge, thoroughly annoyed by this Nimblesquirrel Galka. She stalked to the Auction House, talking to one of the clerks.
"Yes, how may I help you... Faryl?" The clerk said in her pitchy voice. The Hume clerks here always annoyed her. If she were ever offered to be a clerk, she would accept just to go to the meeting to beat up the Hume clerks, though that would mean returning to Windurst.
"I'd like to check the status of my sales please." She had put her Bonze Mittens, her Bronze Sword, her Bronze Hat, her Bronze Subligar, a Scroll of Paralyze, a stack of Water Crystals, and a Scroll of Sneak up for auction.
"Just a moment," the Hume said in the same, enthusiastic voice as before. She walked back into another hut and returned shortly, "You Bronze Mittens, your Scroll of Paralyze, your Scroll of Sneak, your Bronze sword and your Bronze Hat sold. Your Bronze Subligar has been taken down, along with your Stack of Water Crystals. The gil and items have been returned to your Mog House."
Faryl nodded, "Thanks," she said, turning around and running out of the stone building toward the passage to her Mog House. She waited for the arrval of her Moogle to retrieve her gil and items. But he did not come. She waited for five more minutes before becoming frustrated, "Moogle? Where are you!"
There was no response. She stomped her booted foot on the stone floor, growing angry, but as she did the floor beneath her began to crumble, "What the heck!?" The stones fell into darkness, along with herself.
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Nimblesquirrel ran as fast as he could to Faryl's Mog house. He could feel something wasn't right. He had sent her an invitation to join his party, and it had alerted him that she had left the server area. But she had not logged out. The last way he had seen her run was toward her Mog House
He kicked in the locked door of her house only to have it fall down into the depths of the black hole as well as it slid across what stone was left, "What it all the three hells... Faryl!? Faryl! Are you here!?"
He received no answer. His large jaw clenched. What had happened here...?
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GI~My first try at a Final Fantasy fic. What do you think? R&R please!
OH, and Faryl actually IS my level nine Mithra redmage. And on of my Galkan friends IS Nimblesuirrel, a level 15 monk whitemage. He doesn't actually act like that though. He's really actually nice to me! ^_^ You'll meet more of my friends along the way.