As three great armies clashed in the shadow of the Crag of Holla both Moblins and Goblins alike were planning an attack on the great nation of Bastok, and with the main force of both San D'Orian Knights and the Musketeer's of Bastok currently engaging the mass of Quadav it seemed there was little hope in averting the beastmen's attack. "The fate of an entire nation rest in our hands and the Airship is LATE?!!!! I swear after this disaster is resolved I'm going march straight into the Grand Duke's Palace and give him a lecture about how things need to be run. I swear if I were in charge of………" "Umm? Cravion, you might want to get on, the Airship arrived and is boarding, and try not to rant in public like that, its embarrassing." The Dark Knights Cravion and Aniero had been sent as delegates to try and seek aid in the upcoming conflict from the mithra of Kazham. But due to the duchy's strict policies with the Airship routes, they had been forbidden from taking an airship from Bastok straight to Kahzam and had to take a detour through Jeuno. "So how exactly do you intend to sway the chieftaness to rally her Ranger's to our cause? Their not exactly on good terms with the mainland." Cravion, taking a confident stance " well you see you really have to get to know mithra well before you ask them for favors and since Yoruichii and I get along great I don't see any reason why I won't have any trouble persuading…g…." Just as Cravion had gotten himself situated, leaning on the railing of the ship, he slipped and began to topple over the side. Being a skilled Dark Knight Aniero reacted quickly and grabbed Cravion's foot just before he fell over completely. "For Altanna's sake Aniero don't you even think of letting go." "No worries we should touch down in Kahzam in a matter of hours." Aniero replied with a smirk.
Elsewhere in Vana'diel, the battle at La Theine Plateau had began to show some signs of victory as the Quadav forces were slowly being forced back by the combine troops of San d'Oria and Bastok. "Hahaha…those cowards of beastmen all already crawling back into there shells, and I haven't gotten started". Veloxe stood on the front lines of the conflict throwing his sword and shield into the face of every Quadav Shieldwarrior that he laid eyes on. "You keep bragging like that and they might stop going easy on you", Ramen spoke in mid swing of his Scythe. "When you can drop one of these turtle backs with a single swing then you can brag, but you ain't got nothin o……" "Will you two keep your eyes on the mobs and your mouths shut, remember, the second I decide to stop playing my melodies is the second you two turn back into pansies so shoosh." A female bard with a flute in hand stood atop the tall hill that Bastok's forces set base on weaving her enchanting songs to increase the morale of the spirited warriors on the field. "Don't be too hard on them Selphiie, at least they make good shields for us. With those two drawing the beastmen's attention I can enjoy shooting them one by one. It's easier than target practice." The cheerful mithra then returned to firing arrows and bolts into the heads of the Quadav horde, and continued doing so with a smile as innocent as that of a baby kitten.
On the far end of the battle field another adventurer had his own predicament. "DIAGA NO EFFECT. HELPARU!!! JUXTAPOSTION BEING CHASEDARU BY QUADAV AT (H-7)!!!" The San d'Orian knights near bye stood in sheer dumbfounded shock as the little taru ran for his life followed by what looked like 1/3 of the entire Quadav force. "How on Earth did that little guy piss off all those Quadav so bad?" "That has got to be the most unlucky little taru I've ever seen, he's not gonna survive all those beastmen." As the Knights stood there gawking at the train of mobs an Elvaan Thief snuck up right behind them. "Shouldn't you guys be fighting or something?" "Oh, Sir Kallo were sry , we were just about to help out that little guy over there." "Ha, don't make me laugh. You were all sitting here watching him suffer. Just what I would have done if I wasn't in this position of leadership." And as he made his claim as there Captain the foolhardy Elvaan thief raced toward the horde of beastmen with both daggers drawn. "Kallo-Wallo, you've come to save Juxttaru?" With a jab of his knife into the gut of his 1st of many victims , Kallo began his one man escapade to spare his taru underling a death by the beastmen. "Just tell me one thing Juxta, how on earth do you get this many Quadav angry at you? Diaga doesn't have this kinda range." As the thief continue to slay mob after armed mob the small taru positioned his finger and pointed toward a Quadav in the back of the crowd, one twice as large as any of the others. "I threw a rocktaru at that big one. He was looking at me like a meany-weany." "JUXTA YOU IDIOT!!! You arggoed there leader?!" And no sooner than the thief yelled, did the very mob that juxta had foolishly drawn attention from set its sights on the the thief that was rampantly killing his brothers. "Oh Crap, uh juxta you might wanna…." But the cowardly taru had already used his black magic to teleport himself back to his home of Windurst. "That's the last time I bring that little gnat with me on an assignment again." With an ground shaking roar the Quadav leader himself began to charge Kallo with its sword drawn. " Only one thing to do now……FLEE!!!"
Elsewhere, in the Republic of Bastok the forces of both nations stood there ground at all entrances awaiting the upcoming goblin invasion force. "Alright, we need to distribute more musketeers at the Port entrance to hold off the Moblins." Argetlam stood amidst the Bastok tactical officer's, constantly reviewing the military layout for the city's defense. "But if we spare more soldiers for the port front then the entrances from South Gustaberg will be exposed. We have limited man power and need to evenly distribute our forces." The Head of the Mythril Musketeers, Volker, stood before the Elvaan Paladin with a map spread across the conference table. "That's just what the Goblins have in mind and while we trying to hold them back the Moblin and Bugbear will overpower our barricades and storm the city, I will not let that happen." Slamming his fist against the wall out of desperation the young paladin was sweating from the heated debate with the Bastok officials. "Don't over do it hun, I'm sure both Sandy and Bastok armies can hold the goblins off long enough for Cravion and Aniero to return with the Mithrian reinforcements."
A female elvaan whm came and hung on Argetlam's shoulder, comforting him in the difficult moment. "I pray that those two accomplish what they set out to do as easily as you make it sound. You really think they'll make it back in time?" "Mhmm, if Cravion can do anything its make the best out of a crazy situation and I trust Aniero just as much as you do, so don't worry so much." Just as the couple moved into an intimate setting a large gruff man stormed through the door. "Its time to take action the beastmen are on the move, we need to mobilize the defense and counter strike forces now." "I swear there is never a time for romance in the midst of battle." The elvaan whm stormed out the door just to be stop by her lover an turned to face him. "Ziemeane, after this conflict is over I promise we'll go someplace tranquil and be together with no beastmen or war to distract us." And as the two parted ways to the separate positions on the battle field their lips met and their love was shared. "FOR BASTOK!!!!" shouted Cid as the beastmen and children of Vana'diel met face to face in battle once more.