After leaving the Academy, Gafgarion has travelled to Zeltennia where it was rumoured to
have many jobs for soldiers like himself. He decided to stay awhile in a tavern called
Merry Maiden's located not far from the castle. The tavern was almost filled with soldiers
of different classes and travelling merchants.
'I should try to find a room to settle for a week' he thought as he approached the counter.
A short, skinny man who appeared to be the taverner asked him
"What's your poison?"
Gafgarion was hesistant when he was asked this as it was only his 2'nd visit to a tavern.
He remembered his first visit at a bar at the age of 16 when he was still a knight at the
academy. He recalled the name of the first drink he had. A Chikkar, a mixture
of wild berries, maiden's kiss and a safe quantity of alcohol.
Then he replied "Give me a Chikkar."
The bartender stared and dared to laugh at Gafgarion's reply.
"Har hahaha! That's a boy's drink!" Gafgarion stared at the man and wondered if it was a mistake to order anything.
The bartender handed him a ale instead."Here yar go, try this instead lad. It's on me."
Gafgarion sat next to the bartender and leaned across. "Have you any news of propostitions?"
"Heard that the Ordalian bastards sieged another village far north o Ivalice."
He then cleaned the mug with a dirty towel.
"Be the time Nanten got ther, it jes too late fer them to save thi village from
fire, and I hear they killed even women and urchins too. They're currently looking for experienced soldiers
ya see."
Just then Gafgarion heard yelling and struggling from the side door leading up to the
hostelry. A young woman was being forcefully being dragged upstairs by a thief and three squires.
"Get your dirty hands off me!" she demanded while landing ferocious blows on one of their
head with her bag.
"Relax... Girlie." Said one of the taller boy among the gang.
"The flames in my belly burns hot for you."
"Come with us and we'll show you a good time pretty lady." Said the thief.
Gafgarion was surprised that no-one tried to stop them. Even amused by how other soldiers ignored
the loud screaming and cursing.
"They're Norreys Passerel's pests." The bartender whispered as he noticed Gafgarion's
stare."He's a poweful, wealthy merchant livin here in Zeltennia. Rumours say though that he
is also found owning a black market which associates with the Ordalian Leaders!"
"If thier usual business with the tavern wench wasn't enough, they have to harass one o mine
customers,damn those dogs!"
"Why doesn't lord Goltana enforce the matter?" Gafgarion pushed back his stool and stood
up, his hands clenching into a pair of iron, gauntlet fists.
"Steady lad!" cried the taverner. "It's not good to anger those hot blooded fools, especially when they're
lusting for trouble! I woulda bludgened their dirty faces wi me frying pan here if they weren't working fer
that bastard Passerel!" The short bartender hissed and in his hand he gripped his genuine mythril frying pan
but gritted his teeth as he dared not to lay a blow to their heads.
"I wouldn't care even if they worked for the king!" Gafgarion retorted then strolled towards
the thieves.
"I'll have my escorts punish you for this vile act if you do not let me go!" The woman was now flushed
with anger.
"It's ok. We can have fun with your other lady friends when they get here..."
She then kicked one of them in between the croutch.
"Argh @%$%ing Bitch!" screamed the squire and as his young comrade squirmed and swore, the leader of
the four delivered a swift blow on the woman's side.
"You'll do as we say!" and with that the woman fell to the ground helplessly.
Gafgarion dashed past others and threw a full swing at their leader.
His punch had given their surprised leader both shock and extraordinary pain on his jaw
as he was lifted off the ground and landed a good few paces backwards. The other three
stood there dumbstruck at the sight of their fallen leader.
Realizing he was caught off guard, the thief limply stood up clutching his left jaw.
Gafgarion cried out triumphantly.
"Men picking on a helpless girl... You'll do nothing of the sort!"
Their leader drew out his dagger and shouted at his men.
"Wat yoo waiting for fools, Ge him!" his voice was cut due to his fractured jaw.
With this command the three drew their daggers and charged directly at Gafgarion.
Gafgarion ran out of the tavern
"Got you! You rat!" cried one of the squire as he swung his dagger horizontally at
Gafgarion's head. He narrowly missed as Gafgarion ducked the reckless attack and
didn't hesitate to seize the opportunity for a counter attack with his iron fist.
It happened all so fast as Gafgarion suddenly turned towards the Squire throwing a well aimed
punch on the Squire's head and the Squire was caught off guard as he tried in
vain effort to stop before the mean encounter. As nose met gauntlet it exploded
with blood and sent him flying backwards.
Just as he was feeling too confident, there was a sharp pain on the back of his left
shoulder. He felt the sharp dagger bit into his rough skin and blood seeped out the wound
and made a small patch of red on Gafgarion's tunic.
The Squire slowly stepped back in fear as he realised he had angered his foe.
Gafgarion slowly removed the dagger from his shoulder and was running forward, dagger
in hand. He watched in horror as his enemy moved quickly, the macabre dance of
the executioner. He suddenly switched the dagger from one hand to the other, swereved
and, as he did, drove the blade deep into the stomach. Gafgarion then whirled around,
sword drawn, bringing it down in a sweeping cut, slicing into Squire's neck.
"Gah..."
The squire collapsed on to the mud-strewn cobbles of the town. Gafgarion wiped
his blade on the squire's jerkin and re-sheathed it.
"Die Asshole!" he had forgotten about the blood nosed Squire who already had his sword high above his head.
Gafgarion swore under his breath 'Shit!' as he tried with effort to dodge the death-blow.
But as he prepared to meet his end, the Squire's body stood there, his sword still high above his head and
he suddenly dropped his sword. As his body fell lifelessly, a samurai appeared before him wielding a beautifully
crafted katana. The man helped him up.
"Thank you for saving my life sir, Gafgarion thanked the samurai, You are?"
The samurai re-sheathed his weapon "My name is Kibagami Genji of Genji clan swordsman."
"And no, I'd like to thank you for showing courage in standing up to those men while the others stayed quiet."
The man had a long, black silky hair and wore a black swordsman's clothes instead of a samurai's armour and on
his belt he carried two beautiful katana.
"I hope our paths cross again..." and he left.
As people started to gather around the scene of battle the thief was already making
his way out of the tavern still clutching his jaw.
"Yoo'll bay por dis!" The thief exclaimed as he ran away into the crowds.
Couple of chemists ran to the wounded men and found the courage to give them phoneix downs.
They were led off by the local sheriff with his band of archers who arrived at the scene.
The Taverner was now shouting at the thugs who were being led off by archers.
"And don't come back you hear?!!" He whirled his frying pan victoriously.
Gafgarion made his way back inside through a terrified crowd. The woman lay
there on the hard floor unconcious.
'Great, he thought to himself, What am I going to do with her?'
He gently carried her upstairs.
"Hello~! My name is Arha, I'll be looking after the inn while father is away!"
"Aww sweet, are you two engaged?"
"It will be 80 gil per night!" cried a cheerful 18 year old red head.
Gafgarion's face suddenly flushed with red and couldn't find the right words
to protest.
"N...No! It's not like that" he protested.
"We're not engaged and... I'll be staying for at least a week."
He handed her 560 gil.
"Wow, you two must be very busy if your going to stay that long!"
"It's NOT LIKE THAT!" Gafgarion faced the wall and shouted at the girl.
"Follow me!" said the girl excitedly as she led them to a room next to her own.
"There is only one bed in this room sooooo Have Fun!" she giggled as she banged the door behind him.
The room was clean although little dark. Gafgarion struck a tinder and lit the six branched
candelabra on the small table. The air was thick with sweet fragrants of
jasmine and lavender. The room had but only one bed and Gafgarion sighed
as he laid her down on the bed. He studied her for the first time since he
saved her from the theives. Her blonde hair fell in tresses to her shoulders
and had ivory-pale face slightly flushed. Her dress was of turquoise-coloured
silk, bright and soft as the evening sky. It belled out full from her hips,
and all the skirt was embroidered with thin silver threads and seed pearls
and tiny crumbs of crystal, so that it glittered softly, like rain in April.
He was astonished at her beauty and had to force himself to study a portrait
of an old mage very closely to save himself from blushing.
"What was I thinking?"
He sat down on the stool and took of his traveller's cloak now dirtied from the previous fight
and admired the artwork of Mameko a young travelling artist, and a forgotten banner,
the head of the white dragon. He wondered to himself.
"I thought there was no-one who cared about the Royal Dragoons..." as he took off his
heavy armour and threw it on the floor.
The pain on his shoulder had began to disturb the warrior as he
tried to lie on the solid floor. From his war belt he took out a clear
blue liquid stored in a small glass jar and gulped it down. As the liquid
entered his body he began to feel a burn on his knife wound and slowly
noticed the potion taking effect as great warmth overwhelmed him and
left him only a faint scar on his shoulder. He blew out the light,then
crashed onto the floor and soon fell asleep.
-Author's note-
Told you that wouldn't take long~
Urchin is a word used for a mischievous or needy child.
For those who wish to learn more about the states in Ordalia and
some history visit this site. http://www.returnergames.com/worldbooks/fft/fft_ihistory.html
That will give you some fresh start. ^^^
-New Character-
Kibagami Genji
Age:26
Job:Swordsman
The famous wondering swordsman is finally revealed in the fic!
He is the creator of the best samurai equipments, the Genji stuff.
As the finest swordsman from clan Genji his skills with the katana is legendary
only few have been able to put up a worthy challenge with Kibagami.
Those few who challenged his swordsmanship and survived were Balbanes Beoulve,
Cidolfas Orladu, Ailis Oaks, and Vormav Tingel.
He in a waundering swordsman and looks for new challenges, and adventures.
In the 50 year war he had been a great leader of the Touten army who marched against
the Ordalians in their own lands. He is known to have died in Cura where his entire force
was ambushed by the Firewall Elite, although there was no visual sighting of the swordsman's
corpse. Toutens early victorys were soon forgotten by people of Ivalice as Hokuten and
Nanten became victorious in the later battles.
Some called him the Master of all blades, for he was also a master smith as well as master
swordsman. Some claim that he has gone back to his home lands in Romanda while others
claim that he has been taken prisoner by Ordalian order.
No one knows of his exact whereabouts or his resting place.
Arha Otlis
Age:18
Job:Inn keeper
Made a brief appearance in the 2nd chapter. She takes care of her father's hostilery
while he is gone to Lionel. Nothing much is known about this cheerful, young maiden yet...
Gareth Seamuer
Age:43
Job:Taverner (And yes! Such word does exist! I have read it in a book once. Called Demon
Archer by P.C.Doherty.)
Yet another new face to my fic.
He lost his entire family during the evacuation from Pello, a city once existed far to the
north east lands of Ivalice borders until it was destroyed by Ordalian armies.
Now works in Merry Maidens serving ales to his customers. He hears of many fantastic tales
from his customers and knows many secrets about the politics of Ivalice.
He is a valuble subject to many who seeks informations for just about anything.
Beautiful, mysterious Woman
Age:20
Job:Unknown
She has been saved by Gafgarion from Norreys' henchmen when they tried to harass her.
Gafgarion doesn't know who she is, but he shows little interest to find out.
Norreys Passerel
Age:46
Job:Death Merchant
He is nicknamed the death merchant as he deals with illegal weaponry dealings in Romanda and Ordalia.
Not only does he sell weapons, he sells valuable classified information to Ordalian leaders.
He is claimed to have a wide brach of trade from all three empires, he deals weapons, drugs, assasins,
mercenaries, bounty hunters, slaves, informations, whores and other illegal activities one can imagine.
Though many thugs,theives and cunning citizens know of this, they dare not point a finger of accusation to lord Passerel
as he can send his personal assasins to kill his victims. Even lord Goltana of Zeltennia does nothing to harm
lord Passerel instead protects him in time of trouble as he is constantly bribed with gold and women,
but because Passerel also holds a secret which may endanger his current position. Lord Goltana's secret is only known to
Ruvelia, Passerel, a survivor of Royal Dragoons, and himself.
There is not much lord Passerel does not know in Ivalice as he has cunning spies throughout Ivalice and some parts
of Ordalia. Lord Passerel is liked by many in Ordalia.
-New Stuff-
Royal Dragoons
A force once known as Royal Dragoons were a band of Lancers who swore to protect lord Goltana and follow his orders
without question even if it meant their own death. They are the most skilled lancers one can witness and
Ordalians feared them. Although their numbers were barely 100, these lancers prove to be lot more powerful in
force. One of their greatest victory was set in Ordalian plains where they defeated 400 troops in battle.
Their leader a Dragon Lord was able to call many dragons to march with them as they faced Ordalia in battle.
Nothing much is known, these troops have been known to be slaugtered in Nalseau Fort City.
Their banner the head of the white dragon can be found in Merry Maidens hostilery rooms and
Gareth's tavern downstairs has the same banner hung up on the wall.
Dragon Lord
A masterless lancer with the ability to call dragons to aid him in battles.
They are very rare in three empires. The legend claims of a man and a woman born from a dragon.
These men were later called Dragon Lords and womens Dragoner for their profession with dragon tongue.
They understand the speech of the ancient and is able to talk to dragons while not getting themselves eaten
other then that, Dragon Lords (men) have acquired a divine skill with a spear and has the force of a three Lancers grouped
together. Dragoners (women) are slightly weaker than Dragon Lords in combat, but nevertheless they have acquired the
ability of elemental breath as well as their dragon tongue ability.
Before the 50 year war, there use to be a small colony of Dragon folks in the borders of Ordalia and Ivalice but
their race was annhilated by the both forces as they feared their opposition may hold them in their service.
Now, only but few exist among normal citizens. There have been almost 20 different Dragon folk the authorities have
sighted.
Foo~ That was lots.
I wonder who'd read my fic anyway. Judging by the lack of reviews. T___T
Well. I'll write until I have many fans out there who wants to read "The Next Chapter" every once a week~!
^^^ Good Bye! And happy new year to all of you~ ^^^
PS: I still haven't got Microsoft Word, but I'll have it installed in my new laptop as soon as that
fat technician comes back from his holiday trip!
Bye~! ^^^
have many jobs for soldiers like himself. He decided to stay awhile in a tavern called
Merry Maiden's located not far from the castle. The tavern was almost filled with soldiers
of different classes and travelling merchants.
'I should try to find a room to settle for a week' he thought as he approached the counter.
A short, skinny man who appeared to be the taverner asked him
"What's your poison?"
Gafgarion was hesistant when he was asked this as it was only his 2'nd visit to a tavern.
He remembered his first visit at a bar at the age of 16 when he was still a knight at the
academy. He recalled the name of the first drink he had. A Chikkar, a mixture
of wild berries, maiden's kiss and a safe quantity of alcohol.
Then he replied "Give me a Chikkar."
The bartender stared and dared to laugh at Gafgarion's reply.
"Har hahaha! That's a boy's drink!" Gafgarion stared at the man and wondered if it was a mistake to order anything.
The bartender handed him a ale instead."Here yar go, try this instead lad. It's on me."
Gafgarion sat next to the bartender and leaned across. "Have you any news of propostitions?"
"Heard that the Ordalian bastards sieged another village far north o Ivalice."
He then cleaned the mug with a dirty towel.
"Be the time Nanten got ther, it jes too late fer them to save thi village from
fire, and I hear they killed even women and urchins too. They're currently looking for experienced soldiers
ya see."
Just then Gafgarion heard yelling and struggling from the side door leading up to the
hostelry. A young woman was being forcefully being dragged upstairs by a thief and three squires.
"Get your dirty hands off me!" she demanded while landing ferocious blows on one of their
head with her bag.
"Relax... Girlie." Said one of the taller boy among the gang.
"The flames in my belly burns hot for you."
"Come with us and we'll show you a good time pretty lady." Said the thief.
Gafgarion was surprised that no-one tried to stop them. Even amused by how other soldiers ignored
the loud screaming and cursing.
"They're Norreys Passerel's pests." The bartender whispered as he noticed Gafgarion's
stare."He's a poweful, wealthy merchant livin here in Zeltennia. Rumours say though that he
is also found owning a black market which associates with the Ordalian Leaders!"
"If thier usual business with the tavern wench wasn't enough, they have to harass one o mine
customers,damn those dogs!"
"Why doesn't lord Goltana enforce the matter?" Gafgarion pushed back his stool and stood
up, his hands clenching into a pair of iron, gauntlet fists.
"Steady lad!" cried the taverner. "It's not good to anger those hot blooded fools, especially when they're
lusting for trouble! I woulda bludgened their dirty faces wi me frying pan here if they weren't working fer
that bastard Passerel!" The short bartender hissed and in his hand he gripped his genuine mythril frying pan
but gritted his teeth as he dared not to lay a blow to their heads.
"I wouldn't care even if they worked for the king!" Gafgarion retorted then strolled towards
the thieves.
"I'll have my escorts punish you for this vile act if you do not let me go!" The woman was now flushed
with anger.
"It's ok. We can have fun with your other lady friends when they get here..."
She then kicked one of them in between the croutch.
"Argh @%$%ing Bitch!" screamed the squire and as his young comrade squirmed and swore, the leader of
the four delivered a swift blow on the woman's side.
"You'll do as we say!" and with that the woman fell to the ground helplessly.
Gafgarion dashed past others and threw a full swing at their leader.
His punch had given their surprised leader both shock and extraordinary pain on his jaw
as he was lifted off the ground and landed a good few paces backwards. The other three
stood there dumbstruck at the sight of their fallen leader.
Realizing he was caught off guard, the thief limply stood up clutching his left jaw.
Gafgarion cried out triumphantly.
"Men picking on a helpless girl... You'll do nothing of the sort!"
Their leader drew out his dagger and shouted at his men.
"Wat yoo waiting for fools, Ge him!" his voice was cut due to his fractured jaw.
With this command the three drew their daggers and charged directly at Gafgarion.
Gafgarion ran out of the tavern
"Got you! You rat!" cried one of the squire as he swung his dagger horizontally at
Gafgarion's head. He narrowly missed as Gafgarion ducked the reckless attack and
didn't hesitate to seize the opportunity for a counter attack with his iron fist.
It happened all so fast as Gafgarion suddenly turned towards the Squire throwing a well aimed
punch on the Squire's head and the Squire was caught off guard as he tried in
vain effort to stop before the mean encounter. As nose met gauntlet it exploded
with blood and sent him flying backwards.
Just as he was feeling too confident, there was a sharp pain on the back of his left
shoulder. He felt the sharp dagger bit into his rough skin and blood seeped out the wound
and made a small patch of red on Gafgarion's tunic.
The Squire slowly stepped back in fear as he realised he had angered his foe.
Gafgarion slowly removed the dagger from his shoulder and was running forward, dagger
in hand. He watched in horror as his enemy moved quickly, the macabre dance of
the executioner. He suddenly switched the dagger from one hand to the other, swereved
and, as he did, drove the blade deep into the stomach. Gafgarion then whirled around,
sword drawn, bringing it down in a sweeping cut, slicing into Squire's neck.
"Gah..."
The squire collapsed on to the mud-strewn cobbles of the town. Gafgarion wiped
his blade on the squire's jerkin and re-sheathed it.
"Die Asshole!" he had forgotten about the blood nosed Squire who already had his sword high above his head.
Gafgarion swore under his breath 'Shit!' as he tried with effort to dodge the death-blow.
But as he prepared to meet his end, the Squire's body stood there, his sword still high above his head and
he suddenly dropped his sword. As his body fell lifelessly, a samurai appeared before him wielding a beautifully
crafted katana. The man helped him up.
"Thank you for saving my life sir, Gafgarion thanked the samurai, You are?"
The samurai re-sheathed his weapon "My name is Kibagami Genji of Genji clan swordsman."
"And no, I'd like to thank you for showing courage in standing up to those men while the others stayed quiet."
The man had a long, black silky hair and wore a black swordsman's clothes instead of a samurai's armour and on
his belt he carried two beautiful katana.
"I hope our paths cross again..." and he left.
As people started to gather around the scene of battle the thief was already making
his way out of the tavern still clutching his jaw.
"Yoo'll bay por dis!" The thief exclaimed as he ran away into the crowds.
Couple of chemists ran to the wounded men and found the courage to give them phoneix downs.
They were led off by the local sheriff with his band of archers who arrived at the scene.
The Taverner was now shouting at the thugs who were being led off by archers.
"And don't come back you hear?!!" He whirled his frying pan victoriously.
Gafgarion made his way back inside through a terrified crowd. The woman lay
there on the hard floor unconcious.
'Great, he thought to himself, What am I going to do with her?'
He gently carried her upstairs.
"Hello~! My name is Arha, I'll be looking after the inn while father is away!"
"Aww sweet, are you two engaged?"
"It will be 80 gil per night!" cried a cheerful 18 year old red head.
Gafgarion's face suddenly flushed with red and couldn't find the right words
to protest.
"N...No! It's not like that" he protested.
"We're not engaged and... I'll be staying for at least a week."
He handed her 560 gil.
"Wow, you two must be very busy if your going to stay that long!"
"It's NOT LIKE THAT!" Gafgarion faced the wall and shouted at the girl.
"Follow me!" said the girl excitedly as she led them to a room next to her own.
"There is only one bed in this room sooooo Have Fun!" she giggled as she banged the door behind him.
The room was clean although little dark. Gafgarion struck a tinder and lit the six branched
candelabra on the small table. The air was thick with sweet fragrants of
jasmine and lavender. The room had but only one bed and Gafgarion sighed
as he laid her down on the bed. He studied her for the first time since he
saved her from the theives. Her blonde hair fell in tresses to her shoulders
and had ivory-pale face slightly flushed. Her dress was of turquoise-coloured
silk, bright and soft as the evening sky. It belled out full from her hips,
and all the skirt was embroidered with thin silver threads and seed pearls
and tiny crumbs of crystal, so that it glittered softly, like rain in April.
He was astonished at her beauty and had to force himself to study a portrait
of an old mage very closely to save himself from blushing.
"What was I thinking?"
He sat down on the stool and took of his traveller's cloak now dirtied from the previous fight
and admired the artwork of Mameko a young travelling artist, and a forgotten banner,
the head of the white dragon. He wondered to himself.
"I thought there was no-one who cared about the Royal Dragoons..." as he took off his
heavy armour and threw it on the floor.
The pain on his shoulder had began to disturb the warrior as he
tried to lie on the solid floor. From his war belt he took out a clear
blue liquid stored in a small glass jar and gulped it down. As the liquid
entered his body he began to feel a burn on his knife wound and slowly
noticed the potion taking effect as great warmth overwhelmed him and
left him only a faint scar on his shoulder. He blew out the light,then
crashed onto the floor and soon fell asleep.
-Author's note-
Told you that wouldn't take long~
Urchin is a word used for a mischievous or needy child.
For those who wish to learn more about the states in Ordalia and
some history visit this site. http://www.returnergames.com/worldbooks/fft/fft_ihistory.html
That will give you some fresh start. ^^^
-New Character-
Kibagami Genji
Age:26
Job:Swordsman
The famous wondering swordsman is finally revealed in the fic!
He is the creator of the best samurai equipments, the Genji stuff.
As the finest swordsman from clan Genji his skills with the katana is legendary
only few have been able to put up a worthy challenge with Kibagami.
Those few who challenged his swordsmanship and survived were Balbanes Beoulve,
Cidolfas Orladu, Ailis Oaks, and Vormav Tingel.
He in a waundering swordsman and looks for new challenges, and adventures.
In the 50 year war he had been a great leader of the Touten army who marched against
the Ordalians in their own lands. He is known to have died in Cura where his entire force
was ambushed by the Firewall Elite, although there was no visual sighting of the swordsman's
corpse. Toutens early victorys were soon forgotten by people of Ivalice as Hokuten and
Nanten became victorious in the later battles.
Some called him the Master of all blades, for he was also a master smith as well as master
swordsman. Some claim that he has gone back to his home lands in Romanda while others
claim that he has been taken prisoner by Ordalian order.
No one knows of his exact whereabouts or his resting place.
Arha Otlis
Age:18
Job:Inn keeper
Made a brief appearance in the 2nd chapter. She takes care of her father's hostilery
while he is gone to Lionel. Nothing much is known about this cheerful, young maiden yet...
Gareth Seamuer
Age:43
Job:Taverner (And yes! Such word does exist! I have read it in a book once. Called Demon
Archer by P.C.Doherty.)
Yet another new face to my fic.
He lost his entire family during the evacuation from Pello, a city once existed far to the
north east lands of Ivalice borders until it was destroyed by Ordalian armies.
Now works in Merry Maidens serving ales to his customers. He hears of many fantastic tales
from his customers and knows many secrets about the politics of Ivalice.
He is a valuble subject to many who seeks informations for just about anything.
Beautiful, mysterious Woman
Age:20
Job:Unknown
She has been saved by Gafgarion from Norreys' henchmen when they tried to harass her.
Gafgarion doesn't know who she is, but he shows little interest to find out.
Norreys Passerel
Age:46
Job:Death Merchant
He is nicknamed the death merchant as he deals with illegal weaponry dealings in Romanda and Ordalia.
Not only does he sell weapons, he sells valuable classified information to Ordalian leaders.
He is claimed to have a wide brach of trade from all three empires, he deals weapons, drugs, assasins,
mercenaries, bounty hunters, slaves, informations, whores and other illegal activities one can imagine.
Though many thugs,theives and cunning citizens know of this, they dare not point a finger of accusation to lord Passerel
as he can send his personal assasins to kill his victims. Even lord Goltana of Zeltennia does nothing to harm
lord Passerel instead protects him in time of trouble as he is constantly bribed with gold and women,
but because Passerel also holds a secret which may endanger his current position. Lord Goltana's secret is only known to
Ruvelia, Passerel, a survivor of Royal Dragoons, and himself.
There is not much lord Passerel does not know in Ivalice as he has cunning spies throughout Ivalice and some parts
of Ordalia. Lord Passerel is liked by many in Ordalia.
-New Stuff-
Royal Dragoons
A force once known as Royal Dragoons were a band of Lancers who swore to protect lord Goltana and follow his orders
without question even if it meant their own death. They are the most skilled lancers one can witness and
Ordalians feared them. Although their numbers were barely 100, these lancers prove to be lot more powerful in
force. One of their greatest victory was set in Ordalian plains where they defeated 400 troops in battle.
Their leader a Dragon Lord was able to call many dragons to march with them as they faced Ordalia in battle.
Nothing much is known, these troops have been known to be slaugtered in Nalseau Fort City.
Their banner the head of the white dragon can be found in Merry Maidens hostilery rooms and
Gareth's tavern downstairs has the same banner hung up on the wall.
Dragon Lord
A masterless lancer with the ability to call dragons to aid him in battles.
They are very rare in three empires. The legend claims of a man and a woman born from a dragon.
These men were later called Dragon Lords and womens Dragoner for their profession with dragon tongue.
They understand the speech of the ancient and is able to talk to dragons while not getting themselves eaten
other then that, Dragon Lords (men) have acquired a divine skill with a spear and has the force of a three Lancers grouped
together. Dragoners (women) are slightly weaker than Dragon Lords in combat, but nevertheless they have acquired the
ability of elemental breath as well as their dragon tongue ability.
Before the 50 year war, there use to be a small colony of Dragon folks in the borders of Ordalia and Ivalice but
their race was annhilated by the both forces as they feared their opposition may hold them in their service.
Now, only but few exist among normal citizens. There have been almost 20 different Dragon folk the authorities have
sighted.
Foo~ That was lots.
I wonder who'd read my fic anyway. Judging by the lack of reviews. T___T
Well. I'll write until I have many fans out there who wants to read "The Next Chapter" every once a week~!
^^^ Good Bye! And happy new year to all of you~ ^^^
PS: I still haven't got Microsoft Word, but I'll have it installed in my new laptop as soon as that
fat technician comes back from his holiday trip!
Bye~! ^^^