Skrubs of Eorzea: A Final Fantasy Tale
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				Title: <strong>Skrubs of Eorzea: A Final Fantasy Tale </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Divine Tenacity</strong> on <strong>24-06-2017, 19:14:14</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://t10.deviantart.net/Yw1hKzYcz8WBnDhJwAnKnLa0x4g=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre00/d889/th/pre/f/2012/070/9/5/final_fantasy_xiv_online_c1_by_dj_fahr-d4sdx4z.png)<br>[The Skrubs of Eorzea]</div><br><br><br><em>Seventh Astral Era, Sometime after The Gears of Change...</em><br><br>All was quiet in the Dravanian Forelands minus the various wild flora and fauna that roamed the silent ruins of a nameless city. Biggs and Wedge were just dispatching the last of a roaming band of Kobolds when it happened. With a noise that could only sound like the world shattering, both Roegadyn and Lalafell looked frightened at the massive barrier that surrounded the mysterious Primal Alexander, watched as it shattered and became no more. <br><br>"Those bastards, they did it! Those Illuminati bastards put together the Enigma Codex!" Wedge cried, hooping nervously from one foot to the other. The Lalafellan engineer thought they still had more time to find the Illuminati's base of operations and steal back the critical piece of the Codex, but it seems for all their planning, those Kobold who styled themselves as seekers of knowledge and the realm's new order remained a couple of moves ahead. Now they had reversed the barrier holding Alexander prisoner to bring about untold amounts of death and destruction. "Biggs, get on the Linkshell fast and let Cid know--"<br><br>"Already on it." said the massive Roegadyn, one finger to his ear to activate the enchantment. After a few seconds a cultured male voice picked up, only to be cut off harshly by Biggs. <br><br>"Cid... we are looking at a major problem. Pray away with all haste to the leaders of the Eorzean Alliance and tell them The Illuminati now posses a completed Enigma Codex and Alexander."<br><br>After a couple more minutes of congress, Biggs got off the linkshell and looked down to his Lalafellan comrade. "Well?" said Wedge. "What do we do now?' <br><br>"We follow, Wedge. Follow and report."<br><br><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/2OAolOQ.pngv)</div><br><em>Lotus Stand, Old Gridania</em><br><br>"This is some troubling news you bring us, Ser Garlond." Kan-E-Senna spoke, cradling her chin in a fisted hand. The Padjal woman looked about the altar that she held council to her fellow leaders, who also looked lost in thought. "We've only just begun to bring about peace after the Dragonsong War ended and now... now..."<br><br>General Raubahn, The Bull of Ala Migho let out a growl, ramming his large fist into a nearby rock. The rock shuddered underneath the force of his blow. "Now war is coming again. By the Twelve, we've not yet recovered from our losses in Ishgard. Recruitment is at an all-time low in The Immortal Flames--"<br><br>"And for The Maelstrom as well," Interjected Merlwyb who was idly caressing the gun that rested in its holster upon her hip. "We are truly facing an annihilation of Eorzea if we let the Illuminati run unchecked. If only the Warrior of Light were here."&nbsp; <br><br>"But the Warrior has gone overseas!" Raubahn shouted, his booming voice carrying to all corners of the Lotus Stand. "We can not possibly rely on him to be our Champion every time the wind so much as shift wrong!" <br><br>"But if we were to send a contingent to Kugane and beg for the Warrior's assistance--"<br><br>"Enough bickering!" Cid spoke up, thrusting the stand into silence. Walking forward with Thancred in tow, he looked to each of the leaders of the Eorzean Alliance before running a hand through his white blonde locks. "We can not possibly ask the Warrior. That crossing is too dangerous at this time of year and besides, the Domans and Ala Mighans need him more than we do."<br><br>"Master Garlond is right," Aymeric finally spoke up, stepping away from his quiet reverie. "What we need is a miracle but since one does not seem to be coming any time soon, I do have another idea to propose."<br><br>Kan-E-Senna looked on at the Elezen Commander and nodded. "What do you propose?"<br><br><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/2OAolOQ.pngv)</div><br><em>Atheryte Plaza, New Gridania</em><br><br>Ji'h walked amongst the stalls upon the outer edge of the Plaza, stopping here and there to look at various trinkets that caught her interest. It was another fine day in Gridania, a fine day with absolutely nothing to do as usual. The Miqo'Te sighed to herself, her violet hues growing more bored with each trinket inspected. Nothing important ever took place these days, not after the defeat of Nidhogg. Nooo, the Warrior of Light and the Scions of the Seventh Dawn made sure of that, bringing about the end of the Dragonsong War before it could tear Eorzea apart. <br><br>Granted if it hadn't been for them, Ji'h wouldn't be here today. No one would. All would have been lost to Nidhogg and his Horde. Still, though... <br><br>Ji'h abandoned her shopping and started to head towards Carlisle Canopy where the Adventurer's Guild resided. It had only been a year since she got her Adventurer's license and became an Adventurer in truth. Perhaps there were some leves she could take on for the locals and make a bit of pocket change. There was a jacket she had her eye on but it was way above her income to afford. <br><br>Stepping into the Canopy proper, Ji'h was surprised at how full and loud it was. It was usually a quiet place where one could partake of a meal and indulge in some light gossip. That seemed not to be the case today as a large group crowded around Mother Minoune who was trying to keep the peace. Ji'h rushed forward to join the crowd as it grew silent.<br><br>"Gridanians please calm down! The news from the Lotus Stand is troubling but I will not be able to share the details if you all do not calm down!" When the crowd grew quiet enough to hear a pin drop, the Elezan woman continued. "I've received word from Kan-E-Senna that The Twin Adder, as well as the other Grand Companies are looking to recruit several adventurers for an expedition into the Dravanian Forelands. It is a highly dangerous mission and your life will be on the line every second. The upside to this is that you will be given a steady income to see to all your needs while in Dravania and the downside is that not all adventurers will be able to join. So for those few courageous souls, I ask thus: Who will stand and fight?" <br><br>One by one, the crowd dispersed, leaving behind only three or four people, Ji'h included. Mother Minoune locked eyes with the Miqo'Te and a small smile dawned on her lips. A nod was given. <br><br>"I see. For those of you who are interested, I ask that you report to the Lotus Stand with haste. There is no time to delay." <br><br>Clapping a hand to her breasts, Ji'h nodded and rushed out the canopy heading for the Aetheryte Plaza. Wait until she told Mother and Father about this.<br><br>Their little girl was finally going to be an adventurer in truth!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skrubs of Eorzea: A Final Fantasy Tale </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-06-2017, 21:13:57</strong>
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				The city was alive and bustling, but the Au Ra found it easy to make his way through the crowds. He was not rude, he did not push or shove; there was just something about his disposition, or perhaps his aura. The strength he radiated, tinged with danger. It was something that worked on the subconscious level, people naturally parting around him, and he taking the path of least resistance. He did not cause trouble; or at least, did not intentionally seek it out. <br><br>He drew closer to the gathering, and hung around the exterior; stalking back and forth, looking pensive. Adventure, eh? Good coin, and good danger? Though he was no thug, there was a part of him that boiled with a lust for battle; for <em>challenge</em>.&nbsp; And without any memories to tie him to this place, perhaps wandering about with a purpose--rather than aimlessly--would do him good. Keep him busy; perhaps even jostle his brain and stir up something worthwhile.<br><br>People began to clear out as word of the danger turned away the weak of will or body; those who were not fit for a life of adventure. The Au Ra stretched out languidly, and observed those who remained. He saw the cat-like girl who went darting off, and wondered if she would be one of the ones who would risk her life; or if she had had second thoughts, and was deciding to stay home.<br><br>Either way, he would approach the one who had made the announcement, and quietly inquire. "Pray tell, where is the Lotus Stand? I'm rather unacquainted with the lay of the land." It's not entirely a lie. If this place had been familiar to him before, it was now foreign territory. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skrubs of Eorzea: A Final Fantasy Tale </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>willows</strong> on <strong>28-06-2017, 02:13:58</strong>
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				The streets of New Grindea aren't foreign to this mage, no sir! She hadn't gotten lost, yet again, on her way home from a house-call. She was simply.. admiring the wares held at this particular stand. When the crowd began to form en-masse, people familiar with the feeling of magic did well to avoid brushing against her. The bustle of the big city had always felt like home to her and even in a city far away from where she was born, this held true. There's insurgent whispering, hushed tones talking of war on the horizon, of a Warrior who abandoned his people, and then debates. Naturally, these debates get heated and passionate, like all things in the city are destined to be. Pulling her hat securely on her head, and clutching her staff just a little closer, Mina tried to find a way out of the rowdy crowd.<br><br>They're silenced just as she reaches the edges of the mass, close to one of the corridors that leads to a backstreet. She was about to make her escape when the voice of Mother Minoune stalled her. <br><br><em>'...Looking to recruit several adventurers for an expedition into the Dravanian Forelands...' </em>The words rung through the crowd well enough, and her question of who would remain, who would stay to fight, left Mina wondering. Was she a <em>fighter?</em> She could easily hold her own against the weaker creatures of the lands, probably. And she had grown up in a pretty dangerous area, but scrapping had never been her strong suit. Nevertheless, she's one of the few standing about when the crowd begins to disperse. Not many would risk their lives for the sake of an adventure, naturally. <br><br>Maybe... maybe they could use a medic? And this would be some good experience, a proper chance to use her stronger white magics on people who might need them! She motivates herself with this thought alone, smiling lightly and meeting the gaze of a Miqo'Te who seemed to be ecstatic for the opportunity. Excitement was certainly infectious and the woman could feel it taking hold of her legs, making her itch to dash off towards the clearing. But a voice holds her back, a question asked by one of the remaining few. She looks between him, and Mother Minoue, feeling a chance to speak up.<br><br>"Uh, I could show you if you'd like, sir? This city is pretty... confusing and I'm going there myself, so we could go together. I'm sure that Mother Minoue has other duties to attend to, anyways." He looks just a bit off-putting, wolfskins dyed black and a muscular frame that spoke of combat experience. Would the other adventurers be like him? If so... maybe she could get a little stronger! On one hand, this was just a <em>little</em> uncomfortable. But on the other, the people in the square, this man, and the girl who had rushed off, they could likely be working with her in the future! So getting off on the right foot was important. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skrubs of Eorzea: A Final Fantasy Tale </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>01-07-2017, 06:54:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Limsa Lominsa</em></span></span></div><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/49/54/48/49544846881712c9ebdfc598670ba465.jpg)</div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/yq3HjDE.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/721114b33b285933044568880e36ed5c/tumblr_nzwubl6Vlu1uaf4e9o1_500.jpg)<br><div align="center"><em>Astrelle Liehogins; Left: Eos; Right: Selene</em></div></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The sun was peeking through the curtains of the comfy Inn bedroom of the Drowning Wench. Sleeping peacefully beneath a tan quilt with her brown, silky locks draped about her head and pillow in a mess was a young Elezen woman—<em>Wildwood, mind you.</em> A butter-yellow pair of butterfly wings fluttered above her face as a young fairy gazed down at her, her azure eyes gleaming with mischief. An impish smile pursed her lips as a shy fist rose to her face. How should she wake her? Suddenly, Selene flew into her, shouldering into her and causing the yellow fairy to squeal as the two went tumbling across the blankets.<br><br>The Elezen’s eyes snapped open as she quickly sat up in her bed. A white sheet tumbled down her chest where she wore a black tank top to pool in her lap. Naturally, her hand reached over to the lamp desk to her right to grasp her spectacles as she situated them on her face. She gazed at the two fairies lying in a heap on her bed. Selene peeked over her shoulder at her master, her chocolate-tipped buns wiggling oddly on her head as her yellow-dress covered bottom remained in the air.<br><br><strong>“Eos was up to naughty stuff! But don’t worry I stopped her,”</strong> she tattled.<br><br>Eos pushed the other fairy off and sat up in a start. <strong>“I was not! She attacked me!”</strong><br><br>Astrelle closed her eyes and sighed deeply. <strong>“Sometimes I wish I was an Arcanist again. The Carbuncles were at least quiet.”</strong><br><br>The two fairies’s mouths fell open in shock.<br><br>Astrelle playfully smirked as she pushed aside the covers and turned her long creamy legs out of bed. <strong>“I was just joking.”</strong><br><br>The Elezen female walked over to her dresser where a mirror and her hair brush were. Grasping up her hairbrush, she gazed at herself in the mirror as she brushed her brown locks straight, smoothing them out of the tangled mess they were in a moment ago. The fairies flew over to the bathroom and prepared the shower as routine. Gathering her brown layers into her hands, the slender woman twisted them into a bun behind her head and held them there with a clip.<br><br><strong>“Master, will we be having the usual breakfast?”</strong> Eos asked.<br><br><strong>“I want extra butter on my toast!”</strong> Selene cried.<br><br>Astrelle faced her fairies and smiled. <strong>“Sure, and make sure Selene gets extra butter.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Yay!”</strong><br><br>Grasping the hem of her tank, she drew it up and over her head before discarding the cloth on the floor. Her naked breasts gently bobbed into view, her pink nipples tensing a little from the slight chill in her room. She slipped a finger beneath the band of her pink panties next and slid them down her long legs to the floor. Stepping out of them, the nude Elezen sought out the shower while Eos and Selene gathered up her clothes. Selene held up Astrelle’s pink panties and waved them around at Eos.<br><br><strong>“Oooh!”</strong> she teased.<br><br><strong>“Selene, grow up. Put those in the hamper!”</strong> Eos scolded.<br><br>Selene continued to wave the panties in Eos’s face until the yellow fairy dropped the shirt she was holding to lunge at the purple fairy. The fairies disappeared into glowing streaks of green and purple light. They tossed harmless magic orbs at each other until Eos managed to grasp the other end of the Elezen’s panties.<br><br><strong>“Let go Selene! You’re such a child!”</strong> Eos yelled.<br><br>Selene released the panties to watch Eos go flipping backwards. She laughed at the other fairy before she darted over to the Summoning Bell to give it a kick.<br><br><em>Ding!</em><br><br>A blue-skinned Roegadyn retainer immediately entered the room, bowing as she greeted the two fairies, “Good Morning Miss Selene and Miss Eos.”<br><br><strong>“Morning! We want the usual this morning, but I want extra butter on my toast!”</strong> Selene ordered.<br><br>The retainer nodded. “Coming right up.”<br><br>As the retainer stepped out, Astrelle returned from her shower wrapped in a white, fluffy body towel. She didn’t have much time to spend forever under the hot waters this morning. She wanted to visit Baderon before The Wench became too crowded. She was pleased to see that her room was still tidy despite her spending a moment in the shower. She could never really turn her back on the two fairies…strangely, it seemed that way with the Emerald and Topas Carbuncles too. Like siblings, they always bickered and fought. As she walked back over to her dresser and took a seat on a wooden chair before her mirror, Astrelle let her hair down and asked:<br><br><strong>“Were you two able to order?”</strong><br><br><strong>“Yes! Extra butter!” </strong>Selene replied, twirling in the air to the right of Astrelle’s head.<br><br>Eos scowled and didn’t say anything as she hovered to the left of Astrelle’s head with her arms crossed before her chest. Astrelle noticed the fairy’s disappointment. Something must have happened. She poked her with a finger and said, <strong>“It’s okay. You can have some of my share.”</strong><br><br>Eos smiled. Her spirits immediately lifted. Who didn’t like sharing a meal with Master? <strong>“Can I help you pick out something to wear today?”</strong><br><br>Astrelle’s thin brows twisted upwards at the request.<strong> “Eos; it’s not like I have anything fancy in my drawers.”</strong><br><br>Selene then burst, <strong>“You never buy anything pretty! You wear the same nerd clothes, why is that Master?”</strong><br><br>Astrelle’s eyes widened as her brush nearly fell out of her hand. Her cheeks then flushed over with embarrassment.<br><br><strong>“Selene!”</strong> Eos scolded again.<br><br><strong>“I have you know that a Scholar’s clothes aren’t <em>nerd</em> clothes. Our robes are only worn by the brightest in the Arcanist Guild,”</strong> she defended. <strong>“They are a symbol of our hard work. Other adventurers recognize my expertise because of my robes.”</strong><br><br><strong>“And your nerd book,”</strong> Selene added.<br><br>Astrelle frowned. <strong>“If I didn’t become a Scholar, you and Eos wouldn’t even exist! I would still have the Carbuncles running around at my feet.”</strong><br><br><strong>“What? No; buttered toast?”</strong> Selene asked in shock.<br><br><strong>“None. You wouldn’t exist!”</strong><br><br><strong>“That is horrible! Thank you Master for becoming a Scholar.”</strong><br><br>Astrelle deflated a little with a deep sigh. <strong>“You’re welcome.”</strong><br><br><strong>“But the Male Ones are always looking at you, Master.”</strong><br><br>Astrelle blushed again. <strong>“What? What are you saying? I mean, they’re just making sure I’m doing my job.”</strong><br><br>Eos then smiled and added, <strong>“Yes, Master. The Male Ones are always staring at you.”</strong><br><br>Astrelle abruptly stood from her chair and shook her head. <strong>“I’m sure it’s nothing.”</strong><br><br>She walked over to her armoire, spreading the doors as she gazed upon rows of job-related clothes. There weren’t too many garments that she would normally wear around. The fairies fluttered over to her wardrobe and perused her outfits. Selene flipped through a few hangers and found a nice pink top with flower petals lining the collar. She pulled it out and held it up to her master’s chest.<br><br><strong>“Oh! This would look cute. It has magic infused in it too!”</strong> said Selene.<br><br>Astrelle looked away from the top to slide some racks along. She found a plain, boring white tunic that she removed and held up before her chest. She had almost forgotten that she had bought that pink top. It had been hiding in her closet forever. What a waste of money.<br><br><strong>“This will do,”</strong> she said to the tunic.<br><br>Eos drifted before Astrelle and shook her head. <strong>“Master, you should do something different today. You always wear the same thing.”</strong><br><br><strong>“I do not!”</strong><br><br><strong>“Mhmmm,”</strong> said Selene.<br><br>Astrelle held up the tunic and defended, <strong>“I only wore this tunic once last week!”</strong><br><br><strong>“But all of your tunics look the same!”</strong><br><br>The tunic shook in Astrelle’s sudden tense grip.<br><br><strong>“Let us dress you, Master!”</strong> Selene insisted.<br><br><strong>“No!”</strong> Astrelle refused.<br><br><strong>“But Master, if we pick an outfit you don’t like, then you can always take it off,”</strong> said Eos.<br><br>Astrelle lowered the tunic and stared nervously at her two fairies. They didn’t seem to stop staring back and the weird silence in the room was becoming thicker and thicker.<br><br><strong>“Okay,”</strong> she finally gave in. <strong>“You better not make me look stupid.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Yay!”</strong> Selene cheered.<br><br><strong>“We’re gonna make you look great!”</strong> Eos exclaimed.<br><br>The two fairies got to work picking out underwear to start. Eos and Selene drew a pair of silky, piglet-pink panties up Astrelle’s legs to her bottom. Once at the bottom, Selene’s lips rolled back into her mouth as she bit them in her best effort to resist the impulse she had. She failed and with a strong yank, watched as the panties vanished between the creamy swells of the Elezen’s bum. Wedgie!<br><br><strong>“Ah!”</strong> Astrelle shrieked.<br><br><strong>“SELENE!”</strong> Eos yelled.<br><br>Selene tumbled through the air in a fit of laughter, and moments later, Eos was trying to gather Astrelle’s breasts into a front fastening bra. The fairy’s arms were stretched out, struggling as the massive orbs of flesh tried to diverge in protest. Selene was above her head, pumping a fist and cheering:<br><br><strong>“Go Eos! Go!”</strong> <br><br>Astrelle was blushing just watching the fairy struggle. She was practically standing on the balls of her feet, while Eos wrestled with the nude-colored bra.<br><br><strong>“Maybe the bra’s too small,”</strong> Astrelle said.<br><br><strong>“Nonsense!”</strong> Eos grunted. Her hair then rose like fire above her head as her body started to glow. With a roar of effort, she summoned the strength and magic to bring the fastenings trembling together. <strong>“AAAAAAAAAHHH~!”</strong><br><br><strong>“Her power level just rose to 9,000~!”</strong> Selene screamed.<br><br><em>Snap.</em> The bra was fastened and the green fairy teeter-tottered down to the floor like a leaf in her exhaustion.<br><br>After further clothing shenanigans and a delicious breakfast, the Scholar was ready to start her day in Limsa Lominsa! The Elezen walked from the Inn, passing by several round tables where a few Yellow Jackets were starting their morning off with some coffee. The passing Elezen made a large Roegadyn’s head nearly snap off his shoulders as he did a double take. He didn’t even notice that he had been still tipping his coffee cup when the dark liquid suddenly spilled across his lap. Springing to his feet with a scream to his fellows’ amusement, the Elezen walked up to the counter of The Drowning Wench and dropped her heavy tome across it.<br><br>Hearing the noise, the bandana-wearing Baderon turned and immediately stopped as though he had just run into a glass door. His blue eyes grew wide, shamelessly locking onto the cream-colored mounds snuggled tightly together with a frame of pink flower petals surrounding them. When his vision zoomed out, he then noticed the Elezen who was giving him an intense and frightening look. She had instantly noticed where his eyes had gone. What shocked him even more was that the bearer of the breasts was Astrelle.<br><br><strong>“What are you looking at, Baderon?”</strong> Astrelle asked as though fire was swirling behind her teeth, waiting to just unleash on him.<br><br>The bartender turned his cheek, scratching at his dark beard. “Ah, Astrelle. Ye lookin’ fine this morn’. What kin ah do fer ye?”<br><br>Astrelle huffed out a tense breath. Ever since she left her room, she had felt only anxiety. Eos and Selene had dressed her in the pink blouse that gave her cleavage a flowery border. Beneath the border was the starting V of a solid-maroon vest. Her dark, crocodile green scholarly robes hung off her shoulders draping down to hide her bottom at least. About her hips was a red skirt that stopped mid-thigh. Mid-thigh was also where the start of her white, thigh-high socks began, riding down her long legs to her brown, leather buckle shoes. There was a tiny bit of pink gloss on her bowed-lips and mascara and eyeliner, emphasizing her almond-shaped eyes. While the fairies praised themselves for making her look like a work of art, Astrelle was regretting having let them dress her. Never had she worn such clothes and she was already noticing the looks she was getting. Even Baderon had looked at her of all people!<br><br><strong>“Yes. I’ve come to inquire if there was any news today,” </strong>Astrelle asked.<br><br>“There always be news, lass. Depends on what kind ye lookin’ fa’.”<br><br><strong>“Hm…”</strong> Astrelle brought her fist to her lips and looked off to the side as she mused.<br><br>Baderon’s eyes slinked over to her chest again. For a moment, her hazel eyes darted back over to look at him as his eyes preemptively darted away. A glance battle ensued for the remaining ten seconds it took Astrelle to decide. She finished with drawing her robes closed over her outfit as Baderon mentally cursed.<br><br><strong>“I guess I want to know about any jobs. I was going to go see Alka Zolka today to ask him the same question.”</strong><br><br>“Jobs, aye. Plenty ov’ jobs, lass. I ‘ear The Admiral and her Maelstrom are lookin’ fer adventurers like ye’self to send into the Dravanian Forelands.”<br><br>Astrelle’s brows rose in interest at the news. <strong>“Really? What for?”</strong><br><br>Baderon raised his arms in a shrug. “S’alls I know, lass. Ye can find recruiters at The Octant. I’m sure they’ll know more.”<br><br>Astrelle frowned in thought and tilted her head. <strong>“Do you know anything about the Forelands?”</strong><br><br>“I only ‘eard ov’ the Chocobo Forest there. The Chocobo Porters pro’lly know more.”<br><br>Eos appeared, darting out from behind Astrelle. <strong>“This sounds like the beginning of an exciting adventure!”</strong><br><br>Selene then appeared next, throwing her hands up in excitement. <strong>“Yeah! We should go!”</strong><br><br>Astrelle smiled, sharing the same excitement as her companions. <strong>“Thank you Baderon!”</strong><br><br>Baderon raised his chin proudly and nodded. “Anytime. If ye journey takes ye far, you’ll always ‘ave a room ‘ere at the Inn, lass.”<br><br><strong>“Thank you!”</strong> Astrelle then turned to her fairies and exclaimed, <strong>“Let’s go!”</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skrubs of Eorzea: A Final Fantasy Tale </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>01-07-2017, 10:40:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/2yxkRCf.jpg)<br><div align="center"><em>Akira Musashi</em></div></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The boat creaked. A shadow passed overhead, belonging to a bridge connected to The Octant. A distant, authoritative voice shouted:<br><br><em>Listen ‘ear! The Maelstrom and otha’ Grand Companies be lookin’ fer some strong adventurers willin’ t’brave the Dravanian Forelands. Ye’ll be riskin’ yer life, which is why Admiral Bloefhiswyn don’t want any yellow bellies on ‘er crew!</em><br><br><em>Or Yellow Jackets!</em> came a spectator.<br><br>The crowd roared with scoffing laughter before the Yellow Jacket roared: <em>Shut it! This is serious business! Ye be protectin’ all ov’ Hydaelyn!</em><br><br>Dark brows knitted once the shadow passed, dumping the morning sunlight back onto the man’s face. His eyes cracked open and peering up at the towering rock structure, which held The Octant.<br><br><em>Holy shit…I’m still alive?</em> the Hyur mused.<br><br>There was a headache sitting on his forehead and his insides were bloated with last night’s festivities. Last night had been a night to remember. His fishing had paid off and he had been able to spend his gil dining at The Bismarck. He had eaten so much megalocrab that he thought he would burst and drank the sea in booze. How he had managed to return to his boat? He had no idea. He didn’t remember a damn thing.<br><br>“Ugh…” the fisherman groaned as he sluggishly started to turn over onto his side. Resting his hands upon the belly of the boat, he started to sit up and the pinched pressure between his lower ribs and hip bone had hit the right spot. All the pent up pressure was released in a hard and long flatulence that had been so relieving that it made him forget all about his headache. Fanning his behind, Akira grinned pleasantly as he thought aloud to himself, “Fuck that was horrible. Lucky nobody was here to hear-”<br><br>He paused in his fanning when his little row boat happened to drift by a Lalafell standing on a dock. Her mouth was hanging open before a green scoop of seaweed and sea salt ice cream. She was staring at Akira in horror, and the fisherman shamelessly turned the other cheek. “You act like you’ve never seen someone fart before.”<br><br>He blinked when the Lalafell suddenly ran away and he scowled. <em>She better not be running to tell the Yellow Jackets.</em><br><br>As far as he knew there wasn’t a law about farting in public—not that he cared. Akira sat up in his boat and crossed his arms behind his head. He stretched his limbs until they popped and then uncrossed his arms, tilting his head left and right. Sighing, he glanced around his boat for his water jug and popped the cork on it to take a few swills. The alcohol had dried his throat and that hadn’t been the only thing it did.<br><br>Three Yellow Jackets actually did show up to the dock, searching the water for a fisherman and a boat. He was a few meters down the river by the time they noticed him and they quickly ran along the road to catch up to him.<br><br>“Hey!” one of the Jackets yelled.<br><br>Akira glanced up at the three Yellow Jackets who were following him on land. <em>You got to be kidding me.</em><br><br>“Are ye the bloke who sexually accosted thar’ Lalafell woman?” they asked.<br><br>Akira arched a brow. “Sexually? Look, pal, I’m not into what she’s into, but she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”<br><br>One of the Yellow Jackets muttered, “He nae be from around these parts.”<br><br>“A foreigner?”<br><br>The Yellow Jacket that addressed Akira blinked in confusion when he noticed him sitting kind of funny at the edge of his boat. He couldn’t quite figure it out.<br><br>“What…are ye doin’?”<br><br>Akira had his forearms resting comfortably on his knees, and his pants were oddly baggy about the calves. He replied plainly, “Returning the megalocrab to the sea.”<br><br>The Yellow Jackets stared blankly at him as he drifted further and further away. The one Jacket finally then realized what he was doing.<br><br>“Ye shyttin’ in the river?!”<br><br>“What did you think I was saying? Besides, I haven’t seen any toilets in this country since I’ve been here—<em>at least none I didn’t have to pay for.</em>”<br><br>“Ye cannae do that! It be a 3,000 gil fine!”<br><br>Akira reached into his pants pocket, removed the only piece of gil he had since he had blown his entire coin pouch last night and flicked it over to the Yellow Jacket. The Yellow Jacket snatched the coin out of the air and opened his hand to gaze stupidly at it.<br><br>“1 measily gil!?”<br><br>“It’s all I got.”<br><br>“Next time ye come on land we’re arrestin’ ye!”<br><br>Akira crossed his arms before his chest and nodded. “<em>Hai. Wakatta.</em> Until next time.”<br><br>“Bastard!” the Roegadyn roared.<br><br>“We could jus’ swim out there and get’im,” said one of the Jackets.<br><br>“I ain’t swimmin’ in that cesspool!”<br><br>Akira smirked as he left the Yellow Jackets bickering on land. He had to admit that he was in a mild predicament with being broke and having an arrest warrant on him. He could remain at sea fishing, but eventually he would have to return to land to sell the fish. The fisherman then recalled the voices he heard about The Octant. The Maelstrom were looking for adventurers. The service couldn’t have been free if it was extremely dangerous.<br><br>“Hmm…” Akira mused. He smelled an opportunity to make lots of gil, and it didn’t smell like poo!<br><br>With an ingenious disguise, the mask of a Chocobo Porter (http://i.imgur.com/CDXzSsS.jpg), Akira stood among a crowd of pirates, bandits, adventurers, and other scumbags. There were three red Maelstrom Officers silently standing among two Yellow Jackets who were exclaiming a little bit about the details of the mission, but still didn’t go into further detail. Of course. They were only trying to bait them. Instead, they received only scoffs:<br><br>“You want me to risk me life when the odds ov’ survival are already against me upon joinin’. Whatta’ load ov’ tosh!”<br><br>“Even if we did join, ye’d put us in jail afterwards!” a pirate shouted.<br><br>There was much shouting and roaring until slowly the crowd started to disperse, leaving behind a fisherman wearing a Chocobo mask, and a Elezen girl. The Elezen girl looked around surprised that everyone left. The mission did sound dangerous, but she knew that if she wanted to grow stronger as a Scholar that she needed to take such a risk. Astrelle stepped forward and with her hands clenched into determined fists, she told the red soldiers:<br><br><strong>“I’ll do it.”</strong><br><br>One of the Maelstrom soldiers asked: “Name?”<br><br><strong>“Astrelle Liehogins.”</strong><br><br>“Liehogins? Like, Professor Liehogins?” one of the soldiers recognized.<br><br>Astrelle blushed a little. <strong>“Um…which one?”</strong><br><br>“My mate was taught by Professor Esionelle Liehogins.”<br><br><strong>“She’s my mother.”</strong><br><br>“Oh! You look just like her too.”<br><br>Astrelle bowed her head in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe that she was compared to her. Her mother was…well..that was a whole another story.<br><br>“Stop embarrassing her,” said the other officer. “Bein’ the daughter of one of high repute, ye skills must be unmatched.”<br><br>The one officer narrowed his eyes at the other officer. <em>I thought you said don’t embarrass her.</em><br><br>Astrelle nodded and explained sheepishly, <strong>“Well, I do study hard…”</strong><br><br>Eos appeared twirling into the air. <strong>“She’s the top of her class!”</strong><br><br><strong>“The best!”</strong> Selene also cheered.<br><br>The Maelstrom officers noted the two fairies and nodded their heads in approval.<br><br>“Welcome aboard Miss Liehogins. The Maelstrom will be more than ‘onored t‘ave ye.”<br><br><strong>“Thank you!”</strong> Astrelle said with a delighted smile.<br><br>“This way, m’lady.”<br><br>As the Elezen girl was escorted off. The Maelstrom officers looked back at the lone Chocobo Porter? Or was he a fisherman?<br><br>“What do ye want?” one of the officers asked coldly.<br><br>Akira just about froze over from it. Recovering, he explained, “I heard you were looking for adventurers.”<br><br>The officers stared at him.<br><br>“……I’m here to…help the cause?” Akira clarified.<br><br>The officers snickered before erupting with laughter. Astrelle stopped to gaze back at the gaggle of officers who were laughing at the man. She didn’t really blame them. He did look silly with that Chocobo mask, but it was still disrespectful of them.<br><br>“What are ye supposed t’be any way?” one of the officers asked.<br><br>“I’m a fisherman. I’m pretty good with a sword though,” Akira replied.<br><br>“’Ow good is pretty good?”<br><br>The Chocobo Porter (or whoever the hell he was) reached behind his back to grasp the fishing rod that had been slung behind him. He brought the rod before the three officers, gripping it two-handed like he would a sword. The officers snickered, covering their mouths with their hands to try and keep from ruining his concentration. The next action happened so quick that the officers only felt a small breeze. They watched the Chocobo Fisherman return the rod behind him unsure what happened.<br><br>“…was that it?” one of the officers asked.<br><br>The Yellow Jackets and The Maelstrom officers grasped their sides as they threw their heads back in laughter. Amidst their mirth, the pants of the three officers dropped heavily to the floor, instantly changing their laughter with shouts of embarrassment and fright. As the officers scrambled to pick up their pants, the Yellow Jackets stared speechlessly at the Chocobo Warrior.<br><br>“He just cut their pants off wit’ a fishin’ rod,” one of the Yellow Jackets muttered in awe.<br><br>Even Astrelle was staring in awe, while Eos and Selene were rolling through the air in laughter.<br><br>Blushing in anger and embarrassment one of the officers growled, “There’s no way we’re hirin’ that bastard! Go back to chocobo breedin’ or fishin’ or whatever it is the 'ell you do!”<br><br><strong>“Wait a second!”</strong> Astrelle yelled as she stormed over. <strong>“What has this man done but prove to you his skill? He did it with but a fishing rod. Imagine if he had an actual blade? I think his skills would be invaluable to The Maelstrom and Admiral Bloefhiswyn.”</strong><br><br>Akira looked over at the Elezen. He found it odd that she would bother with a stranger. Suddenly a fairy was before his face, cheesing at him.<br><br><strong>“That was great!”</strong> Selene praised. She then held up her tiny hand in a high five.<br><br>Akira slowly held up his hand as Selene clapped her tiny hand against his palm. That was the first time he had ever high-fived a fairy. Eos then flew over to grab Selene by the wrist and dragged her back over to Astrelle.<br><br><strong>“Sorry if she bothered you,”</strong> the fairy apologized.<br><br>The officers were clearly unhappy as they crossed their arms before their chests and frowned. There was a moment of silence before one of the officers demanded:<br><br>“Let me see your face.”<br><br>Akira frowned a little behind his mask, but then he figured his misdeed couldn’t have passed around that fast. Opening the mouth of the mask so they could at least see that he was Hyur, he waited for them to get a satisfying glance before closing the mouth.<br><br>“State your name.”<br><br>“Musashi Akira.”<br><br>One of the officers arched a brow. “Hingashi…Ye be from there?”<br><br>“I was born there.”<br><br>“He’ll do.”<br><br>Astrelle smiled. Happy that the ordeal was settled peacefully.<br><br><strong>“Yay!”</strong> Selene celebrated.<br><br><strong>“Why are you happy?”</strong> Eos asked.<br><br>Selene grinned. <strong>“He’s gonna be funny. I like funny folk!”</strong><br><br>Astrelle turned back to the officer who had been escorting her. Akira sighed in relief. Now he could escape this place. He followed after the Elezen female and the officer.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skrubs of Eorzea: A Final Fantasy Tale </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-07-2017, 11:15:56</strong>
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				He turned around, bringing his attention to the woman dressed in black and white; wielding a staff. A magic user of some kind, definitely; he could feel it. <em> A Hyur. </em> Not surprising, really; they were pretty common, after all. He looked her over intently, seemingly sizing her up. "Okay, thanks. I appreciate it. I haven't been in town that long." He speaks with absolutely certainty, even though he has only an inkling of an idea that this is not his home city; and it is, in fact, not. Nobody here has recognized him. Nobody would; this is not his home.<br><br>He would start walking with her, presuming that she would lead the way. If she's looking closer, she may notice that his weapons of choice aren't very obvious. He doesn't seem to be carrying one at all, in fact! But looking at his hands, at the gloves... they have metal strips woven into the leather; more then that, their are short metal spikes along the knuckles, and metal claw tips at the end of the fingers. Even his boots have small, bladed bits that could turn a painful kick into something lethal.&nbsp; With his wiry, athletic build, and weapons like that, she may be able to guess pretty accurately as to what sort of a fighter he was.<br><br>"My name's Naga." He was lucky enough to remember that much, at least. He had a few scraps of memory-stuff that were pretty set in stone in his head, thank the gods. "And yours? Are you planning on answering the call?" From the enthusiastic way he talks about the call for adventurers, it should be quite clear that he fully intends to throw himself into it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skrubs of Eorzea: A Final Fantasy Tale </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>willows</strong> on <strong>02-07-2017, 11:04:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Magic users in this part of the world were common enough, even if proper White Mages were few and in-between. Most saw little use for a job so focused on defending and healing, when other mages could summon pets to do such things for them while slewing an array of offensive spells in a beasts face. When put in comparison to a profession such as a Scholar or Thanturmage, White Mages weren't exactly in high demand in adventurer guilds. When the monk would examine her, her composure should reveal nothing but that she was an unassuming, normal magician. <br><br>Being a foreigner herself, Minafaela didn't recognize the amnesiac. But she did recognize the telltale signs of a talented fighter. The muscle, scars of experience and trial. The way Naga spoke, very honestly and straightforward, was the simplicity of warriors who remained untouched by the hands of chivalry and civility. It brings a smile to her face, as he asks her decision on answering the call. At first, the witch doesn't reply. The bramble of the town outskirts is thick, and the path they took wasn't one she was completely familiar with, so she had to pay attention. Upon seeing the familiar trail that lead through the safer parts of the wood, she sighed to herself. <br><br>"Oh! I'm known as Minafaela. I'm... going to answer this call, if they'll accept me." If there was any kind of test to prove their skills as adventurers, she would likely fail. Her offensive magic was <em>destructive</em> and not optimal if there were any other magicians on board with this. And there were no real ways to test the talents of a healer on the fly, unless someone injured themselves. The mage wraps a hand around her wrist, slowly calming her thoughts as they proceed towards the clearing. The thick of the woods begins to fan out, as trees become sparse and in-between. In the distance, a massive dias with archaic etchings upon its wood, and tall throne-like chairs can be seen. She took a gentle breath, letting the sensation of the forests magic calm her. <br><br>"And... we're here. Not really <em>that</em> bad of a trek, now that I think about it. But I've known people to get turned around in the woods, only to wind up as a treant's lunch." She pauses here, realizing the implication and insult. "N-not that *you* would end up as food for any beast, Naga. You seem capable enough to fight off a few beasts, at the very least." She stumbles over her words a bit, and it's almost endearing how earnest her demeanor seems to be. Even if this isn't something she'd normally do, she's trying. By <em>god</em>, she's trying.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skrubs of Eorzea: A Final Fantasy Tale </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-07-2017, 20:01:27</strong>
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				Whatever his final assessment of her ends up being, it seems to be something that sticks with himself; it's not outwardly expressed. Could be bad, but one would hopefully take it as a good thing. <br><br>"You need to have more confidence, Mina." Yes, he shortens her name. Tactical decision. If she ends up on the excursion, on the adventure, he doesn't feel like stumbling over such a lengthy name in the midst of battle. It's part of the reason why he shortens his own name to just Naga; why he chops off the extra two syllables. Makes things easier. "And if you don't have that confidence? Then act like you do." His own way of saying 'fake it 'til you make it'.<br><br>They navigated the forest steadily enough, and she may notice that his eyes are keen, and alert; his body seems tensed at close inspection, but at-ease at a glance. It's a subtle readiness. It would be difficult for most to pick up on, and could, in some ways, be compared to a snake that's ready to dart and bite. If you knew what to look for, you could recognize it; if you weren't familiar, then most people would just see someone at ease, and not understand how in less than a blink of an eye, that could change.<br><br>"Ahh, you're good. No harm done. But you are right, I've tussled with a lot of critters. Some times on my own, some times with others. Haven't met anything that could take me down yet." But even as he said that, something felt wrong. Something in the back of his mind. He huffed; maybe she'd hear the sound of annoyance, maybe she wouldn't. But soon after making the sound, they were where they needed to be.<br><br>"Just remember, Mina. Give it your all. Go full tilt, keep on casting, keep on swinging, until you're right to the point where you think you're going to fall. And you know what you do when you reach that point, when you think you can't go any further?" He flashed her a grin, paused for just a single moment, for dramatic effect. "You go just a few steps further. That's how you get stronger, that's how you get better. Even if you fall at the end of it all, there's something to be gained from it." Another pause. "Well, as long as you stay alive, that is." A bit of a grim chuckle punctuated his words. But hey, he is trying to give her encouragement! Doing his best at any rate. 
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