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Mage of Sorrow
Type: Final Fantasy Tactics
Author: Flame
Archive: Just ask and You'll get a yes!
Copyright: I own all characters that weren't originaly mentioned in the Final Fantasy Tactics Game.
Summary: In the Final Fantasy Tactics world, Sage's noble family was murdered during a raid, and now she has to find away to survive and get revenge. But there is more to the story...
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Chapter 3
Prince of Igros
The only thing Sage did after agreeing was sign a contract and follow the hooded man silently. She sensed something unusual about him, aside from keeping his face concealed under the hood.
He led her to a group of chocobos outside the gate of Igros. There were a total of five chocobos, and three men conversing.
The hooded man stopped near the chocobos and turned towards Sage. She stopped in her tracks, still not to combfortable with this man. To her suprise he lowered his hood to reveal a handsome face. He looked a bit younger than twenty, but you could tell he was quite mature for his age. He had short blonde hair with green eyes, and she could tell by the way he held his posture that he was noble.
"Your name is Sage, correct?" He asked.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"I am Lagdoran, son of Thomas," he told her, bowing. "Did the man in the soldier office inform you of your hired duties?"
"He... informe... I mean, uh... 'told' me that you will requi... I mean...He told me that you want a magic user," she told him, suffering with breaking her old formal habits like Lennie had suggested to her."
"That is correct," he told her, digging through a saddle bad on a chocobo. "You'll have to be our healer."
"Healer?" Sage asked. "Oh! You mean a Chemist?"
"Yes," he replied, taking out a pouch of money and walking past Sage again, motioning her to follow him, and she did. "Do you practice the magic arts?"
"No... I have never had any battle training," Sage replied.
Logdoran stopped in his tracks and turned around to her. "You mean you have never learned any kind of abilities?"
"No... no Sir Lagdoran," she told him, knowing right then and there that he was going to fire her.
"Please, call me Doran," he told her, but then got serious again. "Have you lived a sheltered life, Sage? Any Nobility in your blood?"
"Ye...," she started, but then reminded herself to keep her identity secret. "I mean no. No noble blood."
"The how can you have made it this far without being as much as a thief?" He asked her.
"I... I've uh...," she started. "Been sick. Yes... sick! So sick I couldn't get out of bed!"
"For how long?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"To long to count!" She told him... but than began to plea. "Please! Don't fire me! I'm a quick learner!"
"Calm down, calm down!" He told her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm not going to fire you. I think having a woman in the group will at least be somewhat useful. You can at least cook, correct?"
Sage had rarely ever been in the kitchen, unless it was to get a drink in the night. She had servants to serve her every need, and she spent most of her time studying languages and reading fiction books. Sage decided to lie.
"Yes," she told him. "I am an exceptional cook!"
"Excellent!" Doran told her and continued walking.
He walked her into a store and saw armor, weapons, shoes, gaunlets, and any kind of potion you could think of stacked in piles and on shelves everywhere. Doran walked up to the clerk and began listing some things he needed.
"I'm going to need seventeen potions, six antidotes, and a pair of battle boots," he told him.
"Will that be all, sir?" The clerk asked, while Sage got the confidence to walk forward and stand next to Daron.
Daron glanced over at Sage and then something in his head seemed to click, "Yes! I'm going to need some clothes fit for a Chemist. And a weapon while your at it."
"Is there a budget you have to keep, sir?" The clerk asked.
"No, give me the best items you have!" Daron asked. "This lady here deserves that at least."
"Yes, sir," he replied excited that his income was going to be quite large today.
He brought back a light blue dress with many layers on it and the other items Doran had requested before. He placed them on the counter and then reached uneder it and pulled out a box. He opened it and an assortment of knives were stacked inside. The clerk reached in and pulled out a knife with a blue handle.
"Why did you pick such a thick dress? I would like my chemist to be able to run and heal us if possible," Doran mumbled to him.
"Ah! I forgot to explain! This dress has magical qualities. It's material is as hard as a chocobo's beak, but as light as it's feather," he replied, handing sage the lovely dress. "You can try it on in the back, Miss."
"Thank you," Sage replied and walked to the door her pointed to. It was a storage room, judging by all the wooden boxes. Sage quickly slipped out of the armor and pulled the dress over her head and put her arms through. This was the a great improvement from thr armor, and it was just as light as the clerk had told her.
Sage walked out the door and went out for the two men to judge.
"How is the fit?" Doran asked. "Just as he assured us?"
"Yes!" Sage replied, giving them a a glamour twirl. "It's very combfortable."
"I'll take it all," Doran replied and then paid the amount.
On the way out of the store, Doran stopped and handed her the blue handled knife that the clerk had pulled out.
"What is this?" She replied, taking the knife.
"Your new weapon. It's pretty sharp, be careful," he told her.
Sage knew no good was going to come out of this...
Mage of Sorrow
Type: Final Fantasy Tactics
Author: Flame
Archive: Just ask and You'll get a yes!
Copyright: I own all characters that weren't originaly mentioned in the Final Fantasy Tactics Game.
Summary: In the Final Fantasy Tactics world, Sage's noble family was murdered during a raid, and now she has to find away to survive and get revenge. But there is more to the story...
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Chapter 3
Prince of Igros
The only thing Sage did after agreeing was sign a contract and follow the hooded man silently. She sensed something unusual about him, aside from keeping his face concealed under the hood.
He led her to a group of chocobos outside the gate of Igros. There were a total of five chocobos, and three men conversing.
The hooded man stopped near the chocobos and turned towards Sage. She stopped in her tracks, still not to combfortable with this man. To her suprise he lowered his hood to reveal a handsome face. He looked a bit younger than twenty, but you could tell he was quite mature for his age. He had short blonde hair with green eyes, and she could tell by the way he held his posture that he was noble.
"Your name is Sage, correct?" He asked.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"I am Lagdoran, son of Thomas," he told her, bowing. "Did the man in the soldier office inform you of your hired duties?"
"He... informe... I mean, uh... 'told' me that you will requi... I mean...He told me that you want a magic user," she told him, suffering with breaking her old formal habits like Lennie had suggested to her."
"That is correct," he told her, digging through a saddle bad on a chocobo. "You'll have to be our healer."
"Healer?" Sage asked. "Oh! You mean a Chemist?"
"Yes," he replied, taking out a pouch of money and walking past Sage again, motioning her to follow him, and she did. "Do you practice the magic arts?"
"No... I have never had any battle training," Sage replied.
Logdoran stopped in his tracks and turned around to her. "You mean you have never learned any kind of abilities?"
"No... no Sir Lagdoran," she told him, knowing right then and there that he was going to fire her.
"Please, call me Doran," he told her, but then got serious again. "Have you lived a sheltered life, Sage? Any Nobility in your blood?"
"Ye...," she started, but then reminded herself to keep her identity secret. "I mean no. No noble blood."
"The how can you have made it this far without being as much as a thief?" He asked her.
"I... I've uh...," she started. "Been sick. Yes... sick! So sick I couldn't get out of bed!"
"For how long?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"To long to count!" She told him... but than began to plea. "Please! Don't fire me! I'm a quick learner!"
"Calm down, calm down!" He told her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm not going to fire you. I think having a woman in the group will at least be somewhat useful. You can at least cook, correct?"
Sage had rarely ever been in the kitchen, unless it was to get a drink in the night. She had servants to serve her every need, and she spent most of her time studying languages and reading fiction books. Sage decided to lie.
"Yes," she told him. "I am an exceptional cook!"
"Excellent!" Doran told her and continued walking.
He walked her into a store and saw armor, weapons, shoes, gaunlets, and any kind of potion you could think of stacked in piles and on shelves everywhere. Doran walked up to the clerk and began listing some things he needed.
"I'm going to need seventeen potions, six antidotes, and a pair of battle boots," he told him.
"Will that be all, sir?" The clerk asked, while Sage got the confidence to walk forward and stand next to Daron.
Daron glanced over at Sage and then something in his head seemed to click, "Yes! I'm going to need some clothes fit for a Chemist. And a weapon while your at it."
"Is there a budget you have to keep, sir?" The clerk asked.
"No, give me the best items you have!" Daron asked. "This lady here deserves that at least."
"Yes, sir," he replied excited that his income was going to be quite large today.
He brought back a light blue dress with many layers on it and the other items Doran had requested before. He placed them on the counter and then reached uneder it and pulled out a box. He opened it and an assortment of knives were stacked inside. The clerk reached in and pulled out a knife with a blue handle.
"Why did you pick such a thick dress? I would like my chemist to be able to run and heal us if possible," Doran mumbled to him.
"Ah! I forgot to explain! This dress has magical qualities. It's material is as hard as a chocobo's beak, but as light as it's feather," he replied, handing sage the lovely dress. "You can try it on in the back, Miss."
"Thank you," Sage replied and walked to the door her pointed to. It was a storage room, judging by all the wooden boxes. Sage quickly slipped out of the armor and pulled the dress over her head and put her arms through. This was the a great improvement from thr armor, and it was just as light as the clerk had told her.
Sage walked out the door and went out for the two men to judge.
"How is the fit?" Doran asked. "Just as he assured us?"
"Yes!" Sage replied, giving them a a glamour twirl. "It's very combfortable."
"I'll take it all," Doran replied and then paid the amount.
On the way out of the store, Doran stopped and handed her the blue handled knife that the clerk had pulled out.
"What is this?" She replied, taking the knife.
"Your new weapon. It's pretty sharp, be careful," he told her.
Sage knew no good was going to come out of this...
