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*In a cave high up in the northern mountains, Daradun lies, his memories blotted out by pain and hunger. The only sound is the trickle of the stream which has sustained him, until now. A new sound is now heard.*
???: "Ah, what do we have here? A little agori child?"
*Daradun jerks upright, then doubles over in pain, clutching the ragged stump of his left arm.*
Daradun: "Wh-who are you! I'm not afraid! Not anymore! Show yourself!"
???: "Still such spirit! I admire that. I find it simply incredible how one such as you has managed to land himself in the exact same spot I saw Them! And under quite similar surcumstances. *dark laughter*
Daradun: "Who- how- HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT! WHO THE #@$! ARE YOU!
???: "Who I am, and how I know your past, doesn't matter now. What does matter is your destiny. Tell me, Daradun: how much do you want to see your family again?"
Daradun: "..."
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| October 4, 2016, 7:09 pm


Bartender: You've been out for a while mate, your friends told me that you'd pay for the bill.

Roberts: I be seeian what me crew be doen ta me,

Bartender: And what would that be?

Roberts: I be best gettin outta here lad,

Bartender: HEY! You haven't paid yet!

Roberts: Ye be not ever gonna me alive landlubber!

Status: Running as though I was being chased by an Ashnarka Cat

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| October 14, 2016, 9:34 pm
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A pair of figures, one black, one white, stalk toward Terengua village. As they draw near, one, wearing a dark cloak, turns to the other. Words are exchanged, and the white being spreads a pair of wings, wings that were not there a moment before, and soars off across the waters to the north. The other watches for a few seconds, then enters the village. He would find a new ally there who would assist him while the white being gathered the others. Then the fun would really begin.
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| November 16, 2016, 6:01 pm
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A pair of metal boots sink into the sand, the seawater lapping up the shore to meet them. Ramza took in a deap breath through the cracks in his mask. The warm, salty air was a welcome change from the frigid air of the northern mountains. Ramza turns to his companion, who is busy poking a crab with his claw.

"Well shade, are these beaches a welcome change from the forests you once roamed?"

Qiav looks up briefly and shrugs before returning to prodding the crab, which had taken to trying to grab the shade with its own claw. Ramza chuckles when the crab succeeds in gripping Qiav, watching as Qiav panics and tries to fling the crab off to no avail.

"Yes, these beaches will be a welcome change of phase for both of us. Come now, let's find this Terengua."

Ramza draws a scroll from his armor, "borrowed" from Vos, and sets out along the coast with Qiav trailing behind. It is not long before a settlement appears on the horizon. Ramza cups his hands to his eyes, as the sun now glares harshly above them.

"It looks like we are still a good few hours away by foot."

Qiav, who has waded into the water in response to his black armor's absorption of undesirable levels of heat, turns to face Ramza. For a moment, he thinks he sees a form flit from view in the palm forests past Ramza, but further looks yield nothing. Qiav shakes his head. The memory of his encounter in the volcano was still fresh.

"Let's get there quickly," Qiav says before taking off in a run. Ramza, oblivious to the unwanted attention, chuckles as he too runs, the village of Terengua drawing nearer.
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| November 16, 2016, 7:20 pm
"There she goes!" I yell at myself, forgetting that I'm alone. I sprint through the woods surrounding Terengua, chasing a beast that might be imaginary. I hear a noise off to my right, so I change my route to a intersecting angle. I'm 3 yards away when...

WHAM!

I flew off course. A black figure landed on top of me. I shove the figure off me and leap to my feet. I look in all directions, searching for any movement that could possibly be my pray. A silver figure with a large sword then jogs up, stopping when he sited the seen.
"Wha-"
I then tackle the standing figure.
"What do you want?!"
"Gak."
"You wont find any here!"
I am then clubbed by the black figure, who starts laughing hysterically.
"What do YOU want?!" I said.
"To get to Terengua village."
"I'll never let you!"
"I'm Qiav."
"I'm Sharkhook. Its nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you."
"Can you get off me?"
"Oh, sorry." Qiav stands up.
"Na, It's fine"
"Can one of you tell me whats going on?" A voice said from the side.
"Oh, Ramza. Meet Sharkhook. Ramza this is Sharkhook. Sharkhook this is Ramza."
"Hay." I said.
"...Hay?"
"Ok. I got to get going."I then ran in a random direction, hoping that I could find the beast that ate my hand.
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| November 18, 2016, 10:38 pm
Half stumbling half running, Robert had managed to get all the way from the bar to the shore," those traitorous crew, why if they were still here, theyed be swimmin with the fishes when me be done with em!"
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| November 28, 2016, 9:17 pm
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Quoting The Pizzamaker ~
"There she goes!" I yell at myself, forgetting that I'm alone. I sprint through the woods surrounding Terengua, chasing a beast that might be imaginary. I hear a noise off to my right, so I change my route to a intersecting angle. I'm 3 yards away when...

WHAM!

I flew off course. A black figure landed on top of me. I shove the figure off me and leap to my feet. I look in all directions, searching for any movement that could possibly be my pray. A silver figure with a large sword then jogs up, stopping when he sited the seen.
"Wha-"
I then tackle the standing figure.
"What do you want?!"
"Gak."
"You wont find any here!"
I am then clubbed by the black figure, who starts laughing hysterically.
"What do YOU want?!" I said.
"To get to Terengua village."
"I'll never let you!"
"I'm Qiav."
"I'm Sharkhook. Its nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you."
"Can you get off me?"
"Oh, sorry." Qiav stands up.
"Na, It's fine"
"Can one of you tell me whats going on?" A voice said from the side.
"Oh, Ramza. Meet Sharkhook. Ramza this is Sharkhook. Sharkhook this is Ramza."
"Hay." I said.
"...Hay?"
"Ok. I got to get going."I then ran in a random direction, hoping that I could find the beast that ate my hand.

Qiav wonders what exactly just happened. It's not every day that an insane fisherman walks up to you and tackles you, after all. It is fair to say that the whole affair unhinged him a bit; that would explain that nonsense spouting out of his mouth. He resolves, to compensate, not to say a word for the remainder of the day.

Ramza stares after the retreating Sharkhook.

Ramza: "What do you think? Can I skewer him from here?"

Qiav, true to his vow, says nothing. Instead, he continues onward, through the tall gate, with Ramza at his side.
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| November 28, 2016, 10:17 pm
Sharkhook serkels to the back gate, hoping to warn the elder before it was too late. He sprints in to the village, dashing for the elder's hut.
Fill(who is the only gard in the village):"What $#&%#&?"
Sharkhook:""There is no time to explain! Out of the way!"
Sharkhook pushes fill to the side and sprints into the elder's hut.
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| November 29, 2016, 10:04 pm
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As the sun finally climbs to its Zenith, Ramza and Qiav find themselves entering the village of Terengua. The two stand and take in a breath of the refreshingly salty air. Around them, port life continues, oblivious to the presence of such legendary warriors. Ramza motions towards Qiav.

"I will look for a ship willing to take us to Zanarkand, or at least within swimming distance. Try not to scare any Agori while I'm absent." With that, Ramza turns towards the harbor, dissapearing into the crowd. Qiav stands silent as the crowd envelops him. Overwhelmed, he pushes backwards, colliding with the wall of one of the surprisingly many taverns in the city. Crouching, he clutches at his head when he notices a captain-y looking figure stumble into an alleyway. Qiav resolves to do some "negotiation" of his own, and takes to the shadows after the figure.
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| November 30, 2016, 9:36 pm
Sharkhook:"Sir! There are strange figures wandering the streets. I believe they are in league with the comers!"

Elder:"Strangers walk the streets every day. Why do you accuse them?"

Sharkhook:"I met them! They dragged me into the woods and started threatening me and beating me. I barley escaped with my life!"

Elder:"Sorry, Sharkhook, but I am inclined not to believe you."

Sharkhook:"It's true! It's true! Just go out there and you will fined them!"

Elder:"Ok, Sharkhook. I'll go and see if it is true or not."

The elder walks to the door and opens it.
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| December 2, 2016, 9:14 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon
As the sun finally climbs to its Zenith, Ramza and Qiav find themselves entering the village of Terengua. The two stand and take in a breath of the refreshingly salty air. Around them, port life continues, oblivious to the presence of such legendary warriors. Ramza motions towards Qiav.

"I will look for a ship willing to take us to Zanarkand, or at least within swimming distance. Try not to scare any Agori while I'm absent." With that, Ramza turns towards the harbor, dissapearing into the crowd. Qiav stands silent as the crowd envelops him. Overwhelmed, he pushes backwards, colliding with the wall of one of the surprisingly many taverns in the city. Crouching, he clutches at his head when he notices a captain-y looking figure stumble into an alleyway. Qiav resolves to do some "negotiation" of his own, and takes to the shadows after the figure.

"Why be ye followin me, land lubber? " Robberts half yells trying to sound intimidating, but really sounding like he's half asleep.
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| December 2, 2016, 9:33 pm
Quoting Traykar the swift
"Why be ye followin me, land lubber? " Robberts half yells trying to sound intimidating, but really sounding like he's half asleep.

Drunken Pirate boss fight engaged!
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| December 3, 2016, 6:01 pm
Quoting Traykar the swift
Drunken Pirate boss fight engaged!

Drunken pirate stops to take a breather. A winner is you!
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| December 3, 2016, 6:02 pm
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Quoting Traykar the swift
Drunken pirate stops to take a breather. A winner is you!

Qiav stares down at the pirate. "Do you own a ship?"

Roberts stares at Qiav as though the latter had three heads and was offering him a banana. "Do I have a ship? O' course I have a ship! I'm a bliddy pirate after all!" Roberts twists his face as his drunken mind remembers his crew's mutiny. "Ah, er, I 'ad a ship. Bliddy crew..."

He tilts his head, looking Qiav up and down before smiling. "Say matey, I'll cut you a deal. You help me get me crew back in me command, and I'll give you free passage to wherevah you need ta' go!"

Qiav nods and turns to leave the alley, only for Roberts to run over and grab his cloak. "I know I'm drunk, at least I think I'm still drunk, but the docks ain't that way matey. Not to mention that me crew probably aren't at me ship; they probably be drinking away me booty in some hole round here! Follow me!" Roberts drags Qiav along behind him, much to the shade's dissatisfaction.
~~~
Ramza's boots clunk heavily along the half-rotted floorboards of the Terengua Docks. Various crafts of all shapes and sizes fill the waters along the planks, and Ramza cannot help but to remember the navy of his former empire. Oh, what he wouldn't give for a warship from his homeland! But such ships no longer existed, all having been destroyed during the wars with the Makuta. Ramza's nostalgia fades as he stops in front of a surprisingly well maintained ship with a figurehead of a female Agori in a quite obscene position. He turns down the walkway in the direction of what he believes to be the ship's crew.

As loud as Ramza's footsteps were, the drunken sailors failed to notice his approach, and his seemingly spontaneous appearance sent them into a panic. "Aaah, cops!" one sailor wailed as he fell from the crate upon which he had perched, landing with his rear end in a barrel. Ramza held up a hand in an attempt to calm the drunken crew.

"I am not affiliated with any current law enforcement in this city, worry yourselves not. I have approached instead to inquire on your policies of transporting sapient cargo."

One brutish sailor scratched his head. "You mean like slaves o' somefin'? Cause we had one lass we shipped not too long ago, and we got her through the journey in mostly one piece." The sailor stuck in a barrel suddenly explodes in laughter.

"Ey, I remember her! Boy was she nice. Very cooperative, if you know what I mean, eh? Boy, wasn't she fun to push around!" He continues to laugh as he finally frees himself. "Ey, you remember the time," he elbows his brutish compatriot, greatly juxtaposing his own lanky form. "The one time when we gotta-"

"SILENCE YOU LOT!" A particularly angry female Agori, different in appearance from the figurehead for those interested, storms down the gangplank. "YOU GONNA CHAT ON FOREVER, OR ARE YOU GONNA GET YOUR LAZY BUMS UP AND HELP READY THE SHIP?!" The crew frightfully sobers up and returns to the maintinence of the ship, and only then does the Agori settle down. She rubs her eye before addressing Ramza.

"Sorry 'bout that hon. Some of those boys...just don't understand decency. Anyways, you need somethin'?"

Ramza nods gratefully at the sailor. "Yes, what I more appropriately intended to ask was your policies on passeneger transport. A compatriot of mine and myself intend to visit an offshore location recently inherited."

The sailor snorts and scratches her head. "Well, I guess we can take you two, so long as the journey ain't too long. 'Course, it's gonna cost you a pretty penny-"

"Money is not a concern," Ramza interrupts. The sailor nods.

"Alrighty then, I think we can take you, though I'll have to talk with the captain. We had a...sudden change in command recently, you could say, and our new captain is busy...drinking. I got no euphemism for that. Oh, where are my manners!"

She extends a hand to Ramza. "First Mate Quistis of the Drunken Wolf. Pleasure to meet ya."

Ramza shakes Quistis's hand. "Ramza. No title. Now, where may I find your captain?"

"He's probably shmoozing at the Dragon's Underbelly. Tell him I sent you."

Ramza nods and turns back into the city. Quistis absentmindedly waves after him before turning back to her crew.

"OY, GET BACK TO WORK! AND YOU," she screams at the lanky sailor, who managed to get himself stuck in a barrel again, "CLEAN UP YOUR BLIDDY ACT!" She sighs. No wonder such a wild crew mutinied agains their last captain. "Poor Roberts," she mumbles before climbing back onto her ship.
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| December 4, 2016, 6:00 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon
Qiav stares down at the pirate. "Do you own a ship?"

Roberts stares at Qiav as though the latter had three heads and was offering him a banana. "Do I have a ship? O' course I have a ship! I'm a bliddy pirate after all!" Roberts twists his face as his drunken mind remembers his crew's mutiny. "Ah, er, I 'ad a ship. Bliddy crew..."

He tilts his head, looking Qiav up and down before smiling. "Say matey, I'll cut you a deal. You help me get me crew back in me command, and I'll give you free passage to wherevah you need ta' go!"

Qiav nods and turns to leave the alley, only for Roberts to run over and grab his cloak. "I know I'm drunk, at least I think I'm still drunk, but the docks ain't that way matey. Not to mention that me crew probably aren't at me ship; they probably be drinking away me booty in some hole round here! Follow me!" Roberts drags Qiav along behind him, much to the shade's dissatisfaction.
~~~
Ramza's boots clunk heavily along the half-rotted floorboards of the Terengua Docks. Various crafts of all shapes and sizes fill the waters along the planks, and Ramza cannot help but to remember the navy of his former empire. Oh, what he wouldn't give for a warship from his homeland! But such ships no longer existed, all having been destroyed during the wars with the Makuta. Ramza's nostalgia fades as he stops in front of a surprisingly well maintained ship with a figurehead of a female Agori in a quite obscene position. He turns down the walkway in the direction of what he believes to be the ship's crew.

As loud as Ramza's footsteps were, the drunken sailors failed to notice his approach, and his seemingly spontaneous appearance sent them into a panic. "Aaah, cops!" one sailor wailed as he fell from the crate upon which he had perched, landing with his rear end in a barrel. Ramza held up a hand in an attempt to calm the drunken crew.

"I am not affiliated with any current law enforcement in this city, worry yourselves not. I have approached instead to inquire on your policies of transporting sapient cargo."

One brutish sailor scratched his head. "You mean like slaves o' somefin'? Cause we had one lass we shipped not too long ago, and we got her through the journey in mostly one piece." The sailor stuck in a barrel suddenly explodes in laughter.

"Ey, I remember her! Boy was she nice. Very cooperative, if you know what I mean, eh? Boy, wasn't she fun to push around!" He continues to laugh as he finally frees himself. "Ey, you remember the time," he elbows his brutish compatriot, greatly juxtaposing his own lanky form. "The one time when we gotta-"

"SILENCE YOU LOT!" A particularly angry female Agori, different in appearance from the figurehead for those interested, storms down the gangplank. "YOU GONNA CHAT ON FOREVER, OR ARE YOU GONNA GET YOUR LAZY BUMS UP AND HELP READY THE SHIP?!" The crew frightfully sobers up and returns to the maintinence of the ship, and only then does the Agori settle down. She rubs her eye before addressing Ramza.

"Sorry 'bout that hon. Some of those boys...just don't understand decency. Anyways, you need somethin'?"

Ramza nods gratefully at the sailor. "Yes, what I more appropriately intended to ask was your policies on passeneger transport. A compatriot of mine and myself intend to visit an offshore location recently inherited."

The sailor snorts and scratches her head. "Well, I guess we can take you two, so long as the journey ain't too long. 'Course, it's gonna cost you a pretty penny-"

"Money is not a concern," Ramza interrupts. The sailor nods.

"Alrighty then, I think we can take you, though I'll have to talk with the captain. We had a...sudden change in command recently, you could say, and our new captain is busy...drinking. I got no euphemism for that. Oh, where are my manners!"

She extends a hand to Ramza. "First Mate Quistis of the Drunken Wolf. Pleasure to meet ya."

Ramza shakes Quistis's hand. "Ramza. No title. Now, where may I find your captain?"

"He's probably shmoozing at the Dragon's Underbelly. Tell him I sent you."

Ramza nods and turns back into the city. Quistis absentmindedly waves after him before turning back to her crew.

"OY, GET BACK TO WORK! AND YOU," she screams at the lanky sailor, who managed to get himself stuck in a barrel again, "CLEAN UP YOUR BLIDDY ACT!" She sighs. No wonder such a wild crew mutinied agains their last captain. "Poor Roberts," she mumbles before climbing back onto her ship.

"So where ye be headed to laddy?" Roberts asked.
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| December 4, 2016, 6:10 pm
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Quoting Traykar the swift
"So where ye be headed to laddy?" Roberts asked.

Qiav stares at the pirate. "Zanarkand."

"Ne'er heard of that place," the ex-captain grunts. The two come to a halt outside of a tavern, the Dragon's Underbelly, and Roberts decides that the best course of action would be to kick down the door and scream at the top of his lungs "WHERE BE ME BLIDDY CREW?!"

Fortunately, Roberts is quite unbalanced on his peg leg, and promptly falls over on the attempted kick. Qiav grumbles something unintelligible to Agori ears and silently opens the door, ushering Roberts inside.
~~~
"So in conclusion, I would like to request for your crew to sail my compatriot and myself to this island, and in return I will keep all details of your smuggling businesses secret from te authorities."

Ramza had been successful in locating the captain of the Drunken Wolf; it was hard to miss a drunken figure loudly bragging about taking over the captaincy in a recent mutiny. Negotiating transport for himself and Qiav, however, was another matter altogether.

The captain, eyes glassy from ten too many beers, glanced at Ramza. "Uh huh. So ya wan' me ta bring yew an' yer fren' to some bliddy island some'ere and jes leave ya 'ere? You planning on killin' im or somefin'?"

"No, we are...inspecting for previously undocumented entities. Are you aware of the Comer assault north of Van'Shu village?"

The captain shook his head as he downed another pint of alcohol. Ramza took the opportunity to expound on his lie. "Well, there was an invasion of sorts by an unknown, Agori-consuming force. They were successfully repelled, but vanished offshore. We were sent to as part of an effort to investigate outlying islands to locate any remaining forces so that they may be exterminated."

"Uh huh. Sounds nice an' rosy ta me. Sure, I'll let you an yer fren ride out to this island, but it'll cost-"

"NOT SO FAST!" The tavern quieted as all eyes turned to a physically unimpressive drunkard, teetering along on a wooden leg in better condition than his flesh and blood one, aiming his hook at the Drunken Wolf's current captain. Ramza spied Qiav lurking in the far back of the tavern. The two made eye contact, and through unspoken messages Ramza deduced that this drunkard was the former captain of the Drunken Wolf.

"Excellent," Ramza thought to himself, "we benefit either way."

The ex-captain finally stumble over to the current one. Roberts stared his former crewmate dead in the eye.

"As your cap'n, Brutus," the Agori Ramza had been negotiating with snorted," I command you to restore me command!" Roberts seemed proud of himself simlpy for saying the powerless order, but the rest of the tavern roared in laughter. Brutus, inflamed, lifted himself from his seat.

"Oh, you want we to do WHAT? Give you your command BACK? That's rich!" The laughter grew louder. Roberts smirked, and nodded at Qiav. The shade looked to Ramza, who did nothing but shrug. The two ancients drew their weapons as the tavern erupted into a good old fashioned bar fight.
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| December 4, 2016, 7:56 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon
Qiav stares at the pirate. "Zanarkand."

"Ne'er heard of that place," the ex-captain grunts. The two come to a halt outside of a tavern, the Dragon's Underbelly, and Roberts decides that the best course of action would be to kick down the door and scream at the top of his lungs "WHERE BE ME BLIDDY CREW?!"

Fortunately, Roberts is quite unbalanced on his peg leg, and promptly falls over on the attempted kick. Qiav grumbles something unintelligible to Agori ears and silently opens the door, ushering Roberts inside.
~~~
"So in conclusion, I would like to request for your crew to sail my compatriot and myself to this island, and in return I will keep all details of your smuggling businesses secret from te authorities."

Ramza had been successful in locating the captain of the Drunken Wolf; it was hard to miss a drunken figure loudly bragging about taking over the captaincy in a recent mutiny. Negotiating transport for himself and Qiav, however, was another matter altogether.

The captain, eyes glassy from ten too many beers, glanced at Ramza. "Uh huh. So ya wan' me ta bring yew an' yer fren' to some bliddy island some'ere and jes leave ya 'ere? You planning on killin' im or somefin'?"

"No, we are...inspecting for previously undocumented entities. Are you aware of the Comer assault north of Van'Shu village?"

The captain shook his head as he downed another pint of alcohol. Ramza took the opportunity to expound on his lie. "Well, there was an invasion of sorts by an unknown, Agori-consuming force. They were successfully repelled, but vanished offshore. We were sent to as part of an effort to investigate outlying islands to locate any remaining forces so that they may be exterminated."

"Uh huh. Sounds nice an' rosy ta me. Sure, I'll let you an yer fren ride out to this island, but it'll cost-"

"NOT SO FAST!" The tavern quieted as all eyes turned to a physically unimpressive drunkard, teetering along on a wooden leg in better condition than his flesh and blood one, aiming his hook at the Drunken Wolf's current captain. Ramza spied Qiav lurking in the far back of the tavern. The two made eye contact, and through unspoken messages Ramza deduced that this drunkard was the former captain of the Drunken Wolf.

"Excellent," Ramza thought to himself, "we benefit either way."

The ex-captain finally stumble over to the current one. Roberts stared his former crewmate dead in the eye.

"As your cap'n, Brutus," the Agori Ramza had been negotiating with snorted," I command you to restore me command!" Roberts seemed proud of himself simlpy for saying the powerless order, but the rest of the tavern roared in laughter. Brutus, inflamed, lifted himself from his seat.

"Oh, you want we to do WHAT? Give you your command BACK? That's rich!" The laughter grew louder. Roberts smirked, and nodded at Qiav. The shade looked to Ramza, who did nothing but shrug. The two ancients drew their weapons as the tavern erupted into a good old fashioned bar fight.

With surprising accuracy and power for his current state Roberts decks Brutus. "Not so honorable now! Eh brute? If me be seein ye by me ship, then I be" Ducks so that he doesn't get hit by a chair." Then me be spillin ye guts upon me deck, an 'en what be left ill be 'wimmin in the bilge!"
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| December 4, 2016, 8:13 pm
Elder:"And what am I supposed to be looking at?"

Sharkhook:"But it was right here!"

Elder:"I'm sure there was a reason for this."

Messenger:"Sir, chaos has struck a tavern near the gate."

Elder:"Oh dear."
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| December 4, 2016, 10:00 pm
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Quoting The Pizzamaker ~
Elder:"And what am I supposed to be looking at?"

Sharkhook:"But it was right here!"

Elder:"I'm sure there was a reason for this."

Messenger:"Sir, chaos has struck a tavern near the gate."

Elder:"Oh dear."


By the time law enforcement arrives, the bar brawl has escalated in an every-man-for-himself war. As the officers get to arresting the multitude of violent offenders, Ramza, Qiav, and Roberts steal away through a backdoor and escape. After the noise of the bar has faded into the distance, the trio stops so that Roberts may catch his breath. After a couple sharp inhalations, Roberts kicks Ramza between the legs.

"Ta' bloody 'el are ye', landlubber?! Ye' were conspirin' wit' ma' rebel, weren' ye?"

The kick chimes harmlessly off a metal codpiece. Ramza chuckles as he quickly weaves another lie. "Ah, I was actually discussing him returning the ship to you. You see, I am a wealthy businessman, and had been negotiating travel to an island for vacation. When I had found out that he had acquired his ship via mutiny, I began negotiating purchase with the intent of returning the ship to its rightful owner. Fortunately, it looks like I will be able to save a pretty penny."

Ramza laughs awkwardly as Roberts turns to Qiav. "Well," the pirate captain says half drunkenly, "I guess ye helped, even if ye just stood around on the side. Now imma man o' me word, so what can I do ye for?"

Qiav glances at Ramza before responding. "We need a ship to an island."

Roberts takes a moment to process that Ramza and Qiav are companions. "Oh, I, erm, sure. Follow me. There ain't no better ship in the sea than ta' Drunken Wolf!"

The three return to the alleys, working their way to the docks.
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| December 18, 2016, 6:15 pm
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*A figure flits between piles of goods and barrels on the dock, following the trio.*
??? (whispering): I swear by my very breath and life that I will avenge my family with my own bare hands. Look out "Knight", your title is soon to be revoked.
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| December 21, 2016, 9:36 pm
Quoting Drahcir Nosnevets
*A figure flits between piles of goods and barrels on the dock, following the trio.*
??? (whispering): I swear by my very breath and life that I will avenge my family with my own bare hands. Look out "Knight", your title is soon to be revoked.

Roberts turns around, waving his sword in the air, "Oi ye! What be you doin lubber? Why be ye followin us? "
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| December 21, 2016, 10:02 pm
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Quoting Traykar the swift
Roberts turns around, waving his sword in the air, "Oi ye! What be you doin lubber? Why be ye followin us? "

*The captain is met by silence as he stares at the spot where he thought he had seen someone. Suddenly, a mob of seagulls swoops down and begin to viciously peck anything in sight."
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| December 21, 2016, 10:21 pm
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Quoting Traykar the swift
Roberts turns around, waving his sword in the air, "Oi ye! What be you doin lubber? Why be ye followin us? "

Ramza dismisses the captain's concern as an excess of beer. "Relax, captain, there is no one in these alleys but us." Ramza steers the pirate away before the latter can protest. Inwardly, the knight hopes that his tensed muscles don't show through the metal plates.

It is not long before the trio exit the alleys and step onto the docks. Up ahead, Quistis turns from the railing of the "Drunken Wolf," her face lighting up in joy, rage, and confusion.

"You-Brutus-CHRIST," she screams as she sweeps Roberts's peg leg out from under him. "You stupid little...ghah!" She then turns to Ramza, quickly planting a kick in the nethers, a blow which once again is harmlessly deflected. She pouts before laughing.

"Christ, I can't be mad at you two. Thanks for getting Roberts here back, Ramza." She claps the knight on the back. "As for you," she heaves the drunken Roberts to his feet, "you have a crew to manage. And by the looks of it," another friendly glance at Ramza, "a promise to keep." Quistis leads Roberts up onto his ship, giving Qiav and Ramza a moment to catch their own breaths.

"Who is this 'Christ' anyways," Qiav whispers to Ramza. The knight can only shrug as the two antients board the ship. Ready to leave, the ship's anchor is raised by its no-longer-round crew, and begins its trip to Zanarkand.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a shadowy figure leaps from the docks at the last moment, just barely grabbing hold of a port hole on the ship. Now, all that he must do, is wait.
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| December 21, 2016, 10:29 pm
Quoting Drahcir Nosnevets
*The captain is met by silence as he stares at the spot where he thought he had seen someone. Suddenly, a mob of seagulls swoops down and begin to viciously peck anything in sight."

OOC: I h@te you so much right now XD
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| December 21, 2016, 10:29 pm
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As night descends on the island of Botana, the Drunken Wolf slips on speedily throught the night. Most of the crew has retired to slumber, but Ramza remains aware, studying a tattered map by lantern-light. He traces his fingers along the outline of an island to the north of Botana.

"By Elysium, I will find Zanarkand, and I shall restore this empire even if I perish doing so."

A wave of dread permeates throught the ship. While the crew might experience it through unconscious uncomfort, Ramza recognizes the source with ease. He turns instinctively in the direction of Van'Shu village. For a moment, the thought of turning to mist and joining the Agori Warriors dawns on him, but he shakes the thought away. What he would find at Zanarkand would be more helpful later than his combat now.
~~~
"Land ho!"

Ramza steps up onto the ship's deck in time to see the anchor dropped into the blue void. In the distance, land is just visible, its coast dotted with towering trees. He simultaneously frowns and smiles. Zanarkand.

A loud splash is heard as rowboats are dropped into the water. Roberts lumbers over to the knight, a glint of greed in his eye.

"So, me matey, this is ye destination? Hope you won't mind if we accompany ye onto the island an' all."

Ramza instinctively panicks. "No, it's fine. Qiav and I will be able to hold our own against the beasts of the island."

The pirate captain laughs. "And what beasts could keep a pirate's hands off of treasure."

"First, there is no treasure. We are investigating an inheritance. Second," Ramza looks at Robert's amputations, "there are sharks. On land. Landsharks. With arms."

The pirate stares at the knight, mulling over the thought of landsharks. He sighs as he turns away. "An' I though regular sharks were enough of a problem. Have it your way."

Ramza turns to the railing and jumps onto the raft below. Qiav is already seated, having chosen to silently wait for the night.

"Well, shade, to our ancestral home we go."
~~~
The raft collides with the shore, knocking off the Agori from its surface. Ramza and Qiav lift themselves from the water and tie the raft to a nearby tree. Ramza takes a refreshing breath of the salt air.

"Well, only so far left until we find our answers, eh?" Ramza looks at the shade. "You've been awfully quiet recently. Is something concerning you?"

The thought of his brothers flits through Qiav's mind. Instead of warning the knight, the shade looks solemnly to the mainland. Ramza nods. "So you felt it too, last night?" Qiav does not reply. "Well, if you wish to stay silent, I will not pressure you."

Silence resumes as the duo hacks their way through the underbrush. After hours, the two step onto a cliff overlooking a clearing. The two ancients look unto the carnage in both awe and horror.

Towers of blue stone and silver metal, once architectural pinnacles of their time, sit toppled over and crushed to rubble. Waterwats that once ran throughout the city are now dried or caked with denatured blood. While the fires have long since died, a haze of dust and pain permeates the air over the ruins. Even the legendary Tower of Babel, the focal point of an entire empire, sits in ruin. Qiav almost feels a sense of twisted pride at the destruction his kind could bring. However, this pleasure is tempered by the visual pain that his companion is experiencing.

Ramza claps his hands over his ears as he sinks to the ground. Memories flash beneath his eyelids, red moments of slaying shades, Makuta, and beast. His hands tingle as he feels the phantom blade strike the bones of heretics he was ordered to execute. All the memories he had spent an eternity of slumber to repress, now resurfacing in a violent torrent.

But now is not the time for self hatred. Ramza once again represses his guilt, and stands straight. The shade had the right idea. To be silent was the best idea, to both respect the ruins and avid tearing open wounds. The knight slid himself down the clif towards the city, uninterested in whether the shade would follow or not. Qiav was still the product of his enemy, and Ramza would not hesistate to slay the shade, even if he would only add to his guilt.
~~~
It is not a long walk to reach the Tower of Babel. The two ancients stand at the cracked remnants of a great doorframe, the wood that once closed the entrance long rotted away. The two venture inside to find that the floor mosaic had long since fallen away, opening the void on the archives below. Above is open sky, framed by what was left of the walls that climbed onwards and upwards to infinity. With renewed determination, the knight and shade descended into the abyss.
~~~
"Here it is."

Ramza heaved a massive time from the metal that bound it to its pedestal. With a heavy hand, he brushed dust from its cover, admiring the gilded decorations. Here was the Nihil Codex, a book that contained firsthand witnesses of events since the dawn of time to the fall of Zanarkand, and if its magic held true, the stories up till now. Ramza carefully cranked its mechanical case open, before lifting the dragonhide-bound book into his hands. He skimmed through its contents. There would be plenty of time to read on the return voyage. He placed the book back in its case and locked the mechanisms. The shade watched on solemnly, bored with the raid on the library and the visit on a whole.

"Enough of books, shade. It is time to find the armory."
~~~
Ramza sits quietly in the moonless night, a lantern just barely illuminating the deck. A cloth-wrapped sword sits against the hatch to the lower levels, and the Codex rests open to a random page. The events since his slumber began were hardly interesting.

Across the ship, Qiav perched on the ship's lupine figurehead. Chaos mulled through the shade's mind. The trip to Zanarkand had been disappointingly uneventful. Once again, the knight had denied Qiav's challenge, and had instead chosen silence throughout the venture. Qiav could hardly blame the knight, however. Seeing the destruction of one's ancestral homeland, with one's only companion his mortal enemy? Qiav was surprised he had not been struck down by Ramza.

Ramza had made a point of returning promptly to Van'Shu village, mentioning that he had urgent matters for the Elder One. Qiav could care less about the Comer invasion, instead concerned about his "brothers." Qiav could care less about the knight, but at the same time feared for Ramza's safety. The night gave no answers to Qiav's indecision, and soon enough the sun rose once agin as Botana appeared on the horizon.
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| December 24, 2016, 2:08 pm
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*Below deck, all is quite, and there is no one around to see the stunted shadow of an agori slip towards the hatch above. A rusted mechanical hand reaches out and lightly pushes the door up and away to let the figure pass through. Qiav is still facing the horizon and Ramza is sleeping, so there is no cry of warning before the twisted metal claw of what was known in better days as Daradun clasps the hilt of the blade. Instantly the deck is iluminated by a sickly violet glow as the wrappings fall off the ancient blade. Qiav whirls around to see Daradun, his body and armour warped by the dark energies surrounding him, pressing the sword's edge to Ramza's throat. An aura of pure fear seems to fall like a shroud over them all as the monster speaks in a broken, insane voice.*
Daradun: "A, 'knight', you hide yourself behind an aura of honor and duty, you believe yourself to be greater than the rest of us, and so you don't think that you are to be held responsible for your crimes. Well you can't hide any longer. I know what you did! What you did to them!" Slick oily tears of rage begin to flood out of Daradun's eyes, steaming against the deck. "You were the one! On that dark day, YOU killed them all! Every single one died at your hand! And you know what you did? You laughed! You laughed to see blood coat your blade once again! You think yourself a true hero! I know who you are! I know what you did! Now face your destiny!
*Daradun draws back the sword and swings it with all his might at the ancient warrior.*
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| December 25, 2016, 11:59 pm
Quoting Drahcir Nosnevets
*Below deck, all is quite, and there is no one around to see the stunted shadow of an agori slip towards the hatch above. A rusted mechanical hand reaches out and lightly pushes the door up and away to let the figure pass through. Qiav is still facing the horizon and Ramza is sleeping, so there is no cry of warning before the twisted metal claw of what was known in better days as Daradun clasps the hilt of the blade. Instantly the deck is iluminated by a sickly violet glow as the wrappings fall off the ancient blade. Qiav whirls around to see Daradun, his body and armour warped by the dark energies surrounding him, pressing the sword's edge to Ramza's throat. An aura of pure fear seems to fall like a shroud over them all as the monster speaks in a broken, insane voice.*
Daradun: "A, 'knight', you hide yourself behind an aura of honor and duty, you believe yourself to be greater than the rest of us, and so you don't think that you are to be held responsible for your crimes. Well you can't hide any longer. I know what you did! What you did to them!" Slick oily tears of rage begin to flood out of Daradun's eyes, steaming against the deck. "You were the one! On that dark day, YOU killed them all! Every single one died at your hand! And you know what you did? You laughed! You laughed to see blood coat your blade once again! You think yourself a true hero! I know who you are! I know what you did! Now face your destiny!
*Daradun draws back the sword and swings it with all his might at the ancient warrior.*

While the stowaway yelled at the person who's name he didn't care to remember, Roberts snuck up behind him and hit him with a board," Oi, ye best be throwin the stowaway in me brig! Snap to it!"
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| December 26, 2016, 12:22 am
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Quoting Traykar the swift
While the stowaway yelled at the person who's name he didn't care to remember, Roberts snuck up behind him and hit him with a board," Oi, ye best be throwin the stowaway in me brig! Snap to it!"

*The board doesn't knock Daradun out, but it does cause the blade to miss its mark. Daradun whirls around and sends the captain flying with a kick.*
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| December 26, 2016, 11:27 am
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Despite the attempt on his life, Ramza has yet to significantly move in response. While Daradun is distracted with Roberts, the knight slowly brings himself to stand, using Heretic's Cross to balance himself. Daradun flings Roberts into a mast before turning back to Ramza, violet light spiraling around the stone sword.

"I thought I recognized you from somewhere, sandman," Ramza says nonchalantly. Daradun snarls before charging Ramza, which the knight easily dodges. The sandman swings again, aiming for the jugular, only for Ramza to deflect the blade into the deck. "Not so strong without your steed, are you?"

Daradun yanks the sword from the wood and charges once again. Ramza leaps to the side, gripping a conveniently hanging rope and swinging around the mast. He parries a barrage of slashed from Daradun before smashing the sandman with the flat of his own sword, sending Daradun flying into the railing.

"You...monster!" Daradun slowly rises back to his feet, the violet light glowing brighter. He casts a rage-filled gaze at the knight. "I bring the judgement of those you struck down. Your honor, if you even had any, will not protect you. Now surrender to justice!"

Daradun sprints towards Ramza, raising the stone sword over his head and bellowing a mighty war cry. Ramza stands unfazed, once again sidestepping Daradun. The latter's feet leaves the upper deck, and the sandman crashes in a heap on tho the lower deck. The sun seems to hang on the edge of the horizon, waiting for the aftermath before daring to show its face.

"You are right about one thing, sandman." Daradun turns to look up at Ramza, who was now carefully descending the steps towards him. "What I did was...extreme. Dishonorable. Any attempts to justify my act would only add to the evidence against me, so I will not attempt to deceive you.

"I do not regret what I did. There are always civilian casualities in war. Some sides suffer more than others. I served my emperor, and you served yours. There was no right or wrong side in our fight, there was only survival. I ask you, Daradun, what you would have done in my situation? If your side had emerged victorious, with a hostile, angry population your prize? Would you have tried diplomacy, when your attempts to do so before and during the war had ended in the deaths of you diplomats? How long would you have waited, how many of your own lives would you have wasted, before turning to the only foolproof answer you had? My actions may have been wrong from the moral views of the neutral party, affordable only after the conflict, but there is no neutrality within the players in war. Do not act as the sole victim. You, Daradun, you and your people slew countless of my friends and familiars. Imagine my own anguish as I watched my own children, my flesh and blood, slowly perish to the poisons you besieged Zanarkand with! Imagine as I watched my brothers March off to the same cause, all to be met with their ends before the opportunity to find love and start families of their own! Imagine watching your childhood companions explode in your arms! I still am plagued by their screams! I relive their anguish and grief, their pain and suffering, every time I close my eyes! Was my joy for my vengeance unwarranted? You and your people chose your side when the war started, and you all accepted the consequences that came with it."

Ramza fixated Daradun's stare, a gaze that shook the sandman to his core. Yet the knight's eyes did not glow with hatred. Instead, they were cold, the anger long since frozen and sealed away. "There is no right side in war, remember that. Likewise," Ramza lifts the Nihil Codex, which he had spent the night committing to memory, "remember that my kind was decimated by the Makuta; the empire we built reduced to obscurity. We are both survivors of dying races, left to watch as the Agori now flourish."

Ramza turns from Daradun and looks out towards Botana. "There are greater enemies, foes that would destroy both our kinds without hesitation, waking to destroy this lone island. I have chosen to forsake my quest to find the mainland until I can ensure this land's security, regardless of how many lifetimes I must wait. If you will silence your anger, I will not hesitate to accept you as a friend, as I have accepted Qiav. This is your choice."
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| December 26, 2016, 2:22 pm
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Daradun slowly lowers his weapon, mulling over his options. As he opens his mouth to speak, the ship collides with the docks of Terengua, sending the standing fighters flying. Ramza slowly stands back up, laughing bemusedly as he recovers the stone blade, which had been knocked from Daradun's grasp.

"Ah, we are back this soon? Shame, I was hoping to hear your answer before I returned to Van'Shu." He turns to Daradun. "Well, I apologize, but I must run to the greater fight in Van'Shu. Should you decide to end the animosity between us, I will be happy to accept you as an ally." Ramza then looks at Qiav. "Likewise, shade, I extend to you the option to choose whether or not to ally yourself with me. I can sense how you inch to fight me still, but there is no time to settle old disagreements with evils so close to awakening now."

Ramza walked to the edge of the ship, wrapping the blade back up in its ancient cloth. He gracefully vaults from the railing, landing on the docks below. The collision had damaged the badly eroded wood, and Ramza was forced to jump across the oaken poles that remained standing in the water. As he reached sand, he gave one last look to Daradun and Qiav. The shade had already disappeared, and Daradun leaned on the edge of the railing, staring at the knight. Ramza saluted Daradun as a blood red mist spilled from his armor, carrying him speedily away to Van'Shu.
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| December 30, 2016, 3:51 pm
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A dark shape sits on top of Zanarkand's central peak. His dark golden mask raised skyward, he contemplates the stars above; different than the stars of Botana. He can find a few of the familiar constellations, of course; there is the Dagger of Helgran, and the Hook of Terengua. He also finds that he recognizes the others, although he can't put names to them.

???: "Do you remember this sky?"

Qiav closes his eyes. He senses, rather than sees, the dark figure behind him. The burnished silver mask tilts to one side as the shade contemplates his one-time brother.

???: "Your state is as bad as I had feared. You are nothing more than a feeble shadow of a shadow. Have you truly forgotten your ancient vows?"

The words cut into Qiav like a red-hot knife. A flicker of memory: a shining, golden blade, an intertwined flash of red and blue. And a name.

Qiav: "Vesh."

The eyes behind the silver mask blink.

???: "So you do remember something."

Vesh walks to the edge of the rocky peak. Before him sprawls the ancient empire of the Shades, the Knights, and the Makuta. Spiraling towers rise high above the jungle canopy, scarred and in ruins, tributes to the fallen glory of the ancients. Vesh stares out over the landscape for a long while.

Vesh: "Powers are rekindling."

Qiav glances sideways at the tall warrior.

Vesh: "Names you have long forgotten will soon become burned into the minds of every Agori in this world. Alphinaud. Ferbregr. Ishmael has been quieted, for now, but the others will soon emerge in force."

He finally meets Qiav's eyes. Qiav is startled to see that Vesh shares his own green and orange gaze.

Vesh: "I would have you at my side when the world turns over."

Qiav is silent. After a long moment, Vesh nods.

Vesh: "We are few, now. Only two others remain. But our race will soon rise once more. Sur'kosh is calling, and we must answer his summons. I pray that when we next meet, you will have decided."

He gazes out over the vibrant landscape one more time.

Vesh: "Think about it."

Then he leaps off the mountain, becoming a speck in the distance in a matter of seconds.

Qiav is left alone with his empty mind.
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| January 15, 2017, 12:54 pm
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(OOC: I'm just going to continue the story, since no one else is in Terengua. :P)

Three figures wait in the dusky jungle. Behind them looms a massive stone door, cut into the living rock of Zanarkand. The gate is circular, carved with strange, unearthly patterns, and in its center is a dark slit.

Vesh faces away from the door, on his feet, staring into the jungle. The other two, both Shades, lurk next to the gate. One is burly and wears a leering, dark grey iron mask, and watches Vesh with interest as he lounges. His name is Kuzi. The second, wearing a mask as black as the rest of his armor, silently inspects the swirling inscriptions on the massive door. He had not uttered a single word for the entire night, but then, Othu hadn’t spoken in Vesh’s hearing for the past three hundred years.

Kuzi: “What make you so sure our late brother will come?”

Vesh doesn’t look back at the speaker. Kuzi has a tendency towards rashness; it was an unfortunate side effect of being insane. And insane this shade certainly was. He kept a running list of the villages he had burned to the ground - quite a long list.

Vesh: “Oh, he’ll be here. No matter what’s happened to him, he’s still a Shade.”

Just then, a flicker of movement catches Vesh’s eye. He grins, recognizing the nearing form.

Vesh: “And Shades are always where the real action is.”

~~~

Qiav strides purposefully into the clearing. Vesh is there, as well as two Shades he doesn’t recognize.

Vesh: “Qiav, my friend. How good of you to join us.”

The golden-masked Shade doesn’t answer, instead inspecting the gate.

Vesh: “I’ve taken the liberty of assembling the remainder of the family here. You’ve already met Othu.”

Qiav is confused until the being with the black mask glows briefly and changes into the shape of an Agori Qiav now recognizes as Krickarr, then Qiav’s own form. Then he shifts back to his own body.

Vesh: “And this handsome fellow is Kuzi.”

Kuzi (grinning predatorily): “Charmed.”

Vesh draws Qiav’s attention to the center of the door.

Vesh: “This, old friend, is the crypt that holds our master. He has been left to rot in there for centuries, biding his time until we, his loyal servants, set him free to exact his revenge on Botana, the Knights Elysium who sealed him in his tomb, and especially Makuta Alphinaud, master of the Knights. We would have released him before, but to do so requires power beyond us three. Only a Shade Crux can open this gate.”

Qiav is confused, and Vesh smiles.

Vesh: “Of course, you wouldn’t remember the Crux. They are the greatest of Sur’kosh’s servants, created every five hundred years. They have raw energy far greater than that of their kin. And the mark that defined a Crux?”

Qiav steps back, sensing what is coming.

Vesh: “A golden mask.”

One hand goes up to Qiav’s face, and he feels the cool metal of his helm.

Vesh: “I see you understand me. Of course, even a Crux cannot open the gate by sheer force of will. A key is needed. Luckily, you hold that key in your belt.”

With a start, Qiav reaches for the black dagger. Drawing it, he looks into its onyx depths. He meets Vesh’s eyes; his brother of old nods. With a deep breath, he reaches out and slides the knife into place in the central slot.

Instantly, he feels as if his life is being drained out. A vast amount of energy leaves him, channeled into the stone by the dagger. He jerks back, gasping, and feels his strength return in part.

A hum fills the air as the carvings on the door glow azure. The four servants look on as it slowly turns, then sinks into the ground below.

Vesh laughs, a rapturous expression on his face.

Vesh: “Finally! After all these centuries, our time has come once more! Makuta Sur’kosh shall rise!”

MAKUTA? Qiav reels back just as heavy footsteps ring from inside the crypt. A powerful form, lithe and radiating energy, moves slowly into the moonlight on unsteady feet. Shadows swirl about him, and on his face is a deathly mask Qiav knows well, deep within the recesses of his mind.

Vows broken. A Knight screaming. A Makuta watching, impassive.

The same Makuta that now stands, gathering darkness, staring directly into Qiav’s face with his cold, blue eyes.

Sur’kosh: "Hello, Qiav. It is time you face judgement for your betrayal."
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| January 15, 2017, 9:43 pm
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(I'll be using my brother's character as an NPC from now on, since he's lost interest. :P)

The cutter weaves back and forth between the choppy, black waves of the northern ocean. Despite its pitching and creaking, it's in no danger of capsizing. Whatever they mutter about Lorm Sharkhook's sanity, he can sail among the best of them, and no mistake.

The captain himself stands at the stern, hook wrapped around the rudder, other hand tying and untying the lines. He feels the groaning of the boat's deck, understands the whispering of the wind in the lines. He shares a bond with the Bloody Nua the likes of which have not been seen since Captain Terengua himself.

Sharkhook: "Steady, lass, we'll be fast in port soon enough. Waves like these are the sure mark of a sandbar; that means rest for us, one way or another. We'll be sleeping on land or the sea bottom."

He ties the rudder, then leaps forward to tighten a line.

Sharkhook: "That crackmask Roberts is bound to be about somewhere. 'E's got some dangerous cargo, 'e has, and I intend to relieve him of it. Mark my words, I'll chase those two off if it's the last thing I do, for the legacy of Captain Terengua, the glory of my port, and the good of Botana itself."

Suddenly, there's a flash of red. Sharkhook reels back, then quickly fastens the mainstay and stands in the prow. No amount of spectral visaging would lose him his Nua. The red coalesces into a sleek prow, a dark sail. A ship, and a fine one at that.

Sharkhook: "From what dusky shores do you come, spirit?"

A cloaked sailor stands up, adopting the same pose as Sharkhook.

???: "Fair waters indeed, sailor."

Sharkhook: "Mighty fine vessel you've got."

???: "Aye, ain't no other schooner as fast or as pretty as the Golden Eyria."

Sharkhook: "I'm sharing sea space with the EYRIA? And that would make you-"

???: "One and the same. Cap'n Terengua, adventurer, rogue, and seaman extraordinaire, at your service. And you, sailor, are of my kin."

Sharkhook: "I think you've got me figured wrong, Captain. I come from a long line of fishermen (bloody good ones, granted), not sparking 'eroes."

Terengua: "Aye, and so am I, Sharkhook, but you miss my drift. I figure any Agori who can risk life and limb for the good of our island in times like these is a sparking 'hero, and no mistake."

Sharkhook: "Times like these?"

Terengua frowns and casts his eyes over the churning nighttime seascape.

Terengua: "You be seeking a pair of powerful Agori, cap'n, but they're not the real danger, not by a longshot. In fact, I'm going to make you a request. If you find that those two're landlocked, bring them back to Botana. They'll be needed soon."

What? They weren't dangerous? Despite the protests of every instinct in his salt-saturated mind, Sharkhook agreed.

Terengua: "Now, you'll be needing this."

The ancient captain reaches out his hook hand, and Sharkhook realizes it's the only corporeal part of his body. He reaches out cautiously and takes it in his free hand.

Terengua: "When Alphinaud came for me, this was the one thing he couldn't destroy. Use it well, cap'n."

Sharkhook salutes, and Terengua returns the gesture. Then the spirit turns his boat and sails to parts unknown.

Sharkhook: "Well, this is a fine spot of trouble we've gotten ourselves into, eh, Nua? Now we'd better get ourselves to safe harbor. Cap'n Terengua 'imself is counting on us."

Before he can get his bearings, however, the Nua lurches and comes to a halt. He scrambles to the front, and finds that he is beached on a densely forested island.

Sharkhook: "Well, twist my bolts."

He turns back to the raging sea and salutes. Then he pulls the Nua fully onto the shore, then marches bravely into the unknown.
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| January 26, 2017, 11:00 am
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Quoting Rove Random
Snip

(OOC: Wow. Things are really getting interesting :D
I never intended for Alphinaud to be a Makuta, though I think I can make this work.)
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| January 26, 2017, 10:19 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon
Quoting Rove Random
Snip

(OOC: Wow. Things are really getting interesting :D
I never intended for Alphinaud to be a Makuta, though I think I can make this work.)

(OOC: ... Oh. Sorry about that. :P)
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| January 27, 2017, 12:20 am
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Qiav stumbles back, aghast. Makuta Sur'kosh raises one hand, and before Qiav can make a move, he finds himself tumbling through the air, limp as a rag doll. A dark, cold voice resounds inside his confused mind. Sur'kosh.

Sur'kosh: "Feel pain, traitor. Things happen elsewhere. I must go. Fight Alphinaud, as I always have, as my servants have always fought his. The natural order. But I will be back. Then you will die."

Then impact.

And all is black.

~~~

Vesh: "Master! You said he would be given a chance!"

Sur'kosh: "I felt his mind. He would not accept my mercy. Come. The Fearbringer stirs. We must be there."

With that, blueish energy crackles across his limbs, and a cloud of shadow surrounds him. With a rush of air, he leaps into the sky, rocketing across the waves toward Botana. His three servants follow. Last to leave is Vesh, staring long at the place where Qiav fell.

~~~

A black shape, bundled up in cloth. Sharkhook quickens his pace, and catches a glimpse of a dark gold helmet. The stranger. The one he has been told to help.

He lays face down, clawed arm twisted at an awkward angle behind his back, eyes dull. Unmoving.

Sharkhook: "What could have done this to you?"

Cautiously, he bends down. Scorch marks riddle the armor, barely visible against its black sheen. He gingerly reaches down and scoops the body up. It's light as a feather. As a shadow.

He carries his charge swiftly back towards the Bloody Nua. As he does so, the cape catches on his foot, and is pulled back from the other arm, the one without a claw.

There is no other arm. Just a scarred stump.

Sharkhook looks curiously at it, then keeps walking. A missing limb is nothing to be nauseous about. He sets the limp form gently in the bottom of the Nua, then shoves off.

A sparking hero, to be sure.
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| January 27, 2017, 12:48 am
Roberts was bored. Nothing interesting had happened since the mutiny and him taking the two strangers to this zakner land, or however it was pronounced," Oi Quistis! anything interesting be happenin?"

Quistis's head peered from around the corner, "For the dozenth time, no, nothing is happening!"


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| January 28, 2017, 6:42 pm
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A wave crashed against the beaches of Terengua Coast. They receded, the water fleeing from the island only to once again be thrown onto the sand. Sometimes, the waves threw pebbles and shells from beneath the surface onto the sand, as though giving the land offerings. Rarely did the waves offer anything bigger.

One unnaturally large wave crashed against the beach, threatening to invade the forest that bordered the sand. A form was tossed from this wave, which crashed through the canopy before landing in a bush. The form sat motionless for hours.

A nearby Fusso stared at the figure. Slowly, it approached, stopping to sit on the being and sniff its clothes. Despite being thrown from the waves, the clothes were completely dry. The fabric as well seemed odd to the Fusso. Parts of it were some sort of fur, while the rest looked like-

An arm swatted the Fusso from the beings chest with lethal force. The mammal's body slumped against a tree as the being slowly sat up. He extended his arms, spending perhaps too long pondering the appearance of his hands.

Slowly, he rose. A red bandana and chainmail halfskirt flapped lightly in the breeze. Nearby sat an onyx mask, which the being slowly lifted to eye level. He looked at his reflection, an unfamiliar yet familiar appearance, perfectly natural except for a couple scars by his left eye. He slowly traced the scars, before throwing down the mask and crushing it under his boot.

"Ramza is dead," he said. "No use living in the past anymore."

Walking out of the forest, the being stood in the setting sunlight on the coast. His gaze was naturally drawn in the direction of Zanarkand, a home that was no longer his. He was no longer a knight, no longer a citizen of Elysium.

"I'm going to need a new name." He rested a hand against a slightly stubbled chin and thought. A smile spread across the beings face.

"Jecht. I shall be known as Jecht." Slowly, he turned to look at the distant village of Terengua, taking in a breath of salt air before running off. He needed a boat.
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| January 28, 2017, 7:51 pm
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Blackness. Chaos. Qiav is naught but a cold, blue spark within the vast darkness of a Shade's body.

Memory. More leaks into the spark, more than he has known since... when?

A dark night, lit in red and blue. Screams of falling heroes on one side. No sound at all from the other. A Shade did not scream. Amidst the chaos, a prostrate form, resplendent in silver plate. Kneeling by his side...

Qiav.

Qiav: "I did not wish this! You know I did not, Mozre!"

Mozre... the spark grows momentarily. The broken Knight stirs. Tries to speak. As the broken jaw moves weakly, there is a soft footstep behind.

???: "It's true, isn't it? I had hoped the rumors were nothing but jealous murmurings. Qiav, my friend, he is a KNIGHT. You are a Shade."

Qiav: "Vesh, I..."

Vesh shifts. Qiav can sense his reluctance.

Vesh: "Qiav... Sur'Kosh is on his way. Alphinaud will soon be dealt with, and he is as anxious as I about those whisperings."

He steps closer.

Vesh: "I can speak for you. Defend your honor. Just..."

Qiav knows what is coming. He bows his head.

Qiav: "I am broken, Vesh. A broken vessel for a power I hate. Have you not felt it? Each second, I feel the darkness seeping out, straining to leave me in the dust, and even as I force it inward, I want to open myself and rid myself of this hatred. I know to let go means destruction, but I want that destruction, as long as it will end the pain, the agony of knowing I have killed a brother."

He stares down at the eyeholes in Mozre's mask, to the slowly fading red light therein.

Qiav: "Sur'kosh may do as he likes. As long as my demons die with me."

Then a voice as empty as the void beyond the world speaks.

Sur'kosh: "As you wish."

Then the blackness begins, but not before a silver form crumbles to dust in Qiav's arms.

Mozre. Dead. Why had Qiav not died? The spark flickered in confusion, wracked with loss. The demons were still there, shrieking at him from the shadows. They had survived with him. Everyone else died. Soon Alphinaud will slaughter half the world, and Sur'kosh will end the other. The Abyss calls, and no one can escape-

-but wait. A new light challenges the dark. This light is red. It stands outside, and Qiav feels something old and something new in its powerful radiance, a red separate from the darkened hue of Alphinaud.

Not a Knight. Not a being Qiav must destroy, a being his battered mind feels it must oppose to right the wrong he cannot bring himself to think of. For now he knows there is no wrong to right.

A second chance.

The darkness dies, replaced by blue radiance. Then a much more mundane light. Sunlight.

~~~

Sharkhook jumps as the odd, one-armed being sits up. A strange blue mist begins to leak out of him, and he catches the sailor's eye.

Qiav: "Head for Terengua. A friend waits there, and he needs a ride."

(OOC: Yeah, so now Qiav can talk normally. You're welcome. :P)
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| January 28, 2017, 8:34 pm
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Jecht sits on the sand, absentmindedly tossing a rock up and down in his left hand. Up, down. Up, down. The grey lump spins through the air before falling back down, landing in a palm that is covered in the bandages of a fistfighter. Up again it goes, powerful muscles exerting only an infinitesimal fraction of the force they could generate. Up, down.

The lucidity Jecht had experienced when he woke was fading. The memories of Ramza, the warrior he once was, we're now few and far between. The fall of Zanarkand was distant, no longer a recurring, walking nightmare. It was a film, something projected onto a wall which he could turn away from at any time. There was a child, Ramza's perhaps? A man in ivory armor, helmet held under his arm, sitting next to the black-clad knight. Ramdom snippets of Elysium, everything foreign and distant to the new Jecht. And fading just as quickly.

The fighter snorts. This time, as the rock falls, he punches it, the force reducing it to shards. His gaze does not turn to the dust, but rather fixated on a ship in the distance, sailing towards him. Something tugs at his mind, some shard from the memories that seep from his mind. That ship would take him to Zanarkand. The fighter stood and waded into the water. He would cut them some time.
~~~
Sharkhook stood at the wheel of the Bloody Nua. The sun hung high over his head, but despite the time, the boredom of the open sea wore at his mind. Mentally, he was not on the Nua, his mind at home. His eyelids began to drop, but just as they did, something collided with his ship's hull.

Sharkhook jumped, woken. He turned to the railing to the ship to see what he collided with. Much to his surprise, someone was in the water, seemingly just as surprised as the captain.

"Good day captain," he says with a loud confidence, "I don't suppose you plan on heading to Zanarkand any time soon?"

The captain stood speechless, jaw hanging at his neck. Before he could answer, Qiav had tossed a rope over the edge. The shade recognized the invisible mist around the stranger.

"He is a friend, captain."

The stranger nodded gratefully at the shade and began hauling himself up and over the railing, plopping in a soaked heap on the Nua's deck. Sharkhook gawked at the figure, dressed in a garb unlike any he had seen before, and certainly no garb for swimming. Slowly, he retracted his jaw. As he turned back to the wheel, Captain Terengua's hook hums with ethereal energy, and Sharkhook senses that this stranger is the other warrior he had to find. Nodding to himself, he grips the wheel and rotates the ship, sailing back in the direction of Zanarkand. The shade sits of the Nua's figurehead while Jecht walks beside the railing, admiring the open ocean.

Little do they know, but the time before the final battle is drawing to a close. The final battle will start soon, whether or not they arrive in time.
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| February 4, 2017, 5:20 pm
The sea wolf pulled back into port and it's crew of miscreants descended upon the town. Roberts scratched his head with his hook, as he gazed out into the empty village," Where be ye landlubbers?"
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| March 13, 2017, 8:37 pm
Quoting Traykar the swift
The sea wolf pulled back into port and it's crew of miscreants descended upon the town. Roberts scratched his head with his hook, as he gazed out into the empty village," Where be ye landlubbers?"

Quistis shrugged," It's like they all just vanished."

Roberts raised his hook in the air," that be meaning that there here town be ours for the lootin!"
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| March 15, 2017, 8:46 pm
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