Don't mess with me on this story please, it's the first one I've made... Hope
you like it anyway, I worked on it for a lonnnnng time...
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Selbina, a new Red Mage, stood near Windursts fountain near the tent where the small circus always played. The travelers were all gathered here for a special Festival held once every time an adventurer defeated the black dragon living deep inside Giddeus.
He could see colors of clothes the adventurers wore and the gleaming weapons at their sides. He could feel the happiness about him, as the star of the festival stood on the edge of the fountain. A few young Tarutarus played happily around the tents and the narrow passageways. He was a tarutaru himself, and often feared the galka, who were fabled to eat tarutarus for.... Well, whenever they felt like it! He could even smell a hint of basil in the air as his sister, Mhaura made a type of beef made from rarab meat. They were twins, and had been named after the two ports that linked San d'Oria and Bastok to Windurst, which was all on its lonesome. The mithra, known for their seemingly single gender race, walked about. But Selbina gasped at what he saw. Something was amiss, one of the mithra had a broader frame than the others, and their body was shaped differently. This could only mean one thing. A male mithra had finally risen from the shadows and shown himself. This was an amazing sight to behold for all the others, as Selbina noticed as he looked up at all the faces. But wait... How did he see the mithra if he was so short? Elvaan Galka and Humes were very common as well as mithra and other tarutaru. His was the shortest race there. Then he noticed. He was standing right in their path. Everyone else had moved aside to form a path for the escort. He was the only one left in the open, right in front of the male mithra, embarrassed as he could be.
A Mithra yelled from the crowd "You insolent little dwarf! Don't you know whose path you stand in!?" He looked at the mithra and slowly shook his head, stuttering slightly, "N-No..." he replied softly, feeling a choke rise in his throat at how small he felt standing there. "That is the prince of the mithra, you fool!" An angry whisper ran through the silent crowd. Selbina thought the prince was going to kick him aside, or slice him in two with the interesting sword at his side. But to Selbina's surprise the prince shouted back, "Hold your tongue, you fool, can't you see the mark on his left wrist?" A chuckle went through the restless ranks of spectators. Everyone knew about the triangle shaped mark on his wrist. "Of course they can't, I'm too short..." He muttered under his breath, but pulled back his sleeve. Sure enough, there was a small birthmark there, in the shape of a triangle. "Do you not know what that mark is?" He shouted again, as a silence suddenly engulfed the area. "No one?" He said after a minute or so of silence. The mithran prince pointed down at Selbina's bare wrist. "That, my friends... is the mark of one of the greatest adventurers who has ever lived.
Selbina's eyes grew wide. His grandfather had the same mark on his right wrist. His grandfather's name was Burimburu. His profession? Adventurer for Windurst. But most of all, he was considered the hero among tarutaru. But Selbina had never known why... Until today. -------------------------------------- ----
So, how was that for a first time? Please RR, if you do I'll update ASAP.
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Selbina, a new Red Mage, stood near Windursts fountain near the tent where the small circus always played. The travelers were all gathered here for a special Festival held once every time an adventurer defeated the black dragon living deep inside Giddeus.
He could see colors of clothes the adventurers wore and the gleaming weapons at their sides. He could feel the happiness about him, as the star of the festival stood on the edge of the fountain. A few young Tarutarus played happily around the tents and the narrow passageways. He was a tarutaru himself, and often feared the galka, who were fabled to eat tarutarus for.... Well, whenever they felt like it! He could even smell a hint of basil in the air as his sister, Mhaura made a type of beef made from rarab meat. They were twins, and had been named after the two ports that linked San d'Oria and Bastok to Windurst, which was all on its lonesome. The mithra, known for their seemingly single gender race, walked about. But Selbina gasped at what he saw. Something was amiss, one of the mithra had a broader frame than the others, and their body was shaped differently. This could only mean one thing. A male mithra had finally risen from the shadows and shown himself. This was an amazing sight to behold for all the others, as Selbina noticed as he looked up at all the faces. But wait... How did he see the mithra if he was so short? Elvaan Galka and Humes were very common as well as mithra and other tarutaru. His was the shortest race there. Then he noticed. He was standing right in their path. Everyone else had moved aside to form a path for the escort. He was the only one left in the open, right in front of the male mithra, embarrassed as he could be.
A Mithra yelled from the crowd "You insolent little dwarf! Don't you know whose path you stand in!?" He looked at the mithra and slowly shook his head, stuttering slightly, "N-No..." he replied softly, feeling a choke rise in his throat at how small he felt standing there. "That is the prince of the mithra, you fool!" An angry whisper ran through the silent crowd. Selbina thought the prince was going to kick him aside, or slice him in two with the interesting sword at his side. But to Selbina's surprise the prince shouted back, "Hold your tongue, you fool, can't you see the mark on his left wrist?" A chuckle went through the restless ranks of spectators. Everyone knew about the triangle shaped mark on his wrist. "Of course they can't, I'm too short..." He muttered under his breath, but pulled back his sleeve. Sure enough, there was a small birthmark there, in the shape of a triangle. "Do you not know what that mark is?" He shouted again, as a silence suddenly engulfed the area. "No one?" He said after a minute or so of silence. The mithran prince pointed down at Selbina's bare wrist. "That, my friends... is the mark of one of the greatest adventurers who has ever lived.
Selbina's eyes grew wide. His grandfather had the same mark on his right wrist. His grandfather's name was Burimburu. His profession? Adventurer for Windurst. But most of all, he was considered the hero among tarutaru. But Selbina had never known why... Until today. -------------------------------------- ----
So, how was that for a first time? Please RR, if you do I'll update ASAP.