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I opened the file entitled Operation Deicide and read it's contents.

Year 2089

Level 10 Authority

Class 1 Mission

Directed To Hand Chosen Members of Rhoadius or Lucian

Attention Soldier the contents of this message are top secret. This mission is of the highest priority, Bevelle has come dangerously close to destroying Zanarkand, and your mission is to after Bevelles attack on Zanarkand you will keep Bevelle from discovering the lands outside their region. You will have to keep control of this weak nation by both attacking them and keeping them from leaving their already known boundaries. Your mission will end when Bevelle has internal conflicts that lead to its destruction. You have full clearance to kill anyone and anything you think is even partially necessary to complete your job.

This mission is limited to those who have achieved immortality, it's potential to end in a hundred years is very slim. Fear is a powerful weapon, use it, these people aren't used to our fiends, use anything to bring these people to their knees. Zanarkand is known for it's summoners that could also be used to help you. Remember failure is not an option, either come back victorious or don't come back at all.

Banin

King of Samnarkand

Hmm, I thought Banin, was a good man, his son, the current king Bashon is a fearful cur, not participating or planning battles. This document had to be at least a thousand years old the date was archaic, but I remember it. I missed our old king, now we are a group of pacifistic fighters, our politicians want peace at all cost, but the Olden Warriors, such as myself were used to battle. Our current situation was questionable, a country of the worlds greatest warriors, surrounded by nations oblivious to the truth and we don't take them over, we let them sit there and we torture them by preventing them from knowing there is a world larger than what they know by limiting there nations to a point killing all trespassers. We lived in shame of ourselves, knowing we were bound by our "leaders" weaknesses.

Hell, maybe taking this mission was a good idea. I thought, summoning my servants, lifting my arms and having my armor put on me. I believed it was somewhat humorous, these people, paid with food, my personal slaves doing something anyone can do. I looked at myself in the mirror, the man I was, but I didn't want to be, hell I was a hunkering mass, the servant standing next to me dwarfed my size. Long hair midway down my back, eyes silver and red, a frightening face, scarred from childhood. I was a monster, and I knew it, my belt was covered with scabbards for many swords, and an axe-head in the small of my back, twice the size of my head. No wonder people looked at my with fear, my forearms were the size of peoples waists, yet, I could take the shape of the most common man.

Now my uniform was complete, an orange t-shirt, with an unbuttoned shirt with Ares, the God of War, the brand of Samnarkand. My pants were loose, ripped and stitched, kept up by a brown belt, clutched with an "S". Now I had to leave for the land called Spira.

The ride was long and very uncomfortable; Bashon said the one roomed boat was to "remind me of my mission," even though all it did was frustrate me. The seas were rough, but the passage to Spira was set and I needed to figure out how to send a nation that arrived from fear, back to its past of fear. I needed to keep a low profile, while having an impact, so the easiest way to do this, by killing leaders and blaming it on others was out of the question. The burning question, was what to do, and that question echoed through my mind the entire trip over there, what to do, what to do?