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Introduction
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If you think you want more detailed information on this setting, go to (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Final_Fantasy_Wiki) and search "Final Fantasy X".
The world of Spira was once one of wondrous technology, called "machina". The two greatest cities were the metropolis Zanarkand and the powerful Bevelle. Long ago, the world was ravaged by a great Machina War. These two cities warred mercilessly, and the weapons built became greater and greater, until it was feared that they could crushed the very world. But, before the planet could be destroyed, the war was suddenly ended, and Zanarkand obliterated. A great and terrible monster, called "Sin", destroyed all the machina cities of the world, reducing the planet's population by millions. Yunalesca, the daughter of the leader of Zanarkand, became the first Summoner to defeat Sin, and bring about the first ten year Calm. Bevelle, however, was spared from Sin's wrath, and led the world under a new religion, called Yevon. This new order taught the people which kinds of machina were allowed, and which were forbidden. Eventually, another Summoner, Lord Gandof, bested Sin, bringing about a second Calm, and becoming the second person to earn the title of High Summoner.
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This RP is about a Summoner party and their Pilgrimage across Spira. Along the way they will face powerful fiends, rogue Al Bhed, and rival Summoners. But . . what secrets could Spira be hiding? I'll be playing as the Summoner, and the Pilgrimage will set off from Kilika. But, if anyone starts later in the RP then they can start from another city or area, depending on where the party is. As for character sheets . . . well, just be sure to put specifics like age, height, description, and history.
Okay, now I'll give a brief overview of the Summoner/Guardian relationship, the different locations on Spira and how they're different now, the different races, and the Aeons and Fayth. Also, this RP take splace three-hundred years before the game.
Terms
Summoner: A person trained from childhood to summon beings called Aeons. They are tasked with travesing Spira on Pilgrimages to each Temple to pray to the Fayth, therefore obtaining the Temple's Aeon. The Summoners are also the only people who can perform the Sending ritual, to ease the dead souls. A Summoner is Spira's hope, they are tasked with bringing about the Calm, ten years of peace from Sin. They must travel to the world's end, to the ruins of Zanarkand, to claim the Final Aeon, before facing Sin. A Summoner, whether they win or lose the fight with the beast, never returns.
Guardian: "Protect the life of the Summoner, even at the cost of your own." - The Code of the Guardian. Those close to the Summoner journey with them, sworn to protect them no matter what the risk. Like the Summoner, no Guardian has ever returned from the fight with Sin, not even if the Final Summoning has been made.
Yevon: The theocracy that rules all of Spira, aside from the Al Bhed and the Guado races. They are known to be mostly peaceful, but will invoke force towards any who defy their rule, such as the Al Bhed. Their army is not as vast as it once was, but still large. Though Warrior Monks still use weak rifles for combat. They teach that only through repentance for the sin's of the world's past can the world be rid of Sin for good, and that machina was the cause for Sin's coming.
Crusaders: Formed two-hundred years after Sin's creation, the Crusaders are the largest military arm of the Church of Yevon. The Crusaders and tasked with keeping the Temples and Luca's blitzball stadium safe from Sin at all costs. The Chocobo Knights, another branch of the Crusaders, guard the roads from fiends in order to better protect travelers.
Blitzball: A sport that has existed since the time of Zanarkand. It is played underwater, requiring the blitzers to hold their breath for up to an hour or longer. The sport is now Spira's main form of recreation, and the Blitz Season is the greatest relief for the public other than the Calm. The only stadium remaining resides in the city of Luca.
Fayth: Souls, willingly sacrificed from their still living bodies. They reside in the Temples, answering the prayers of the Summoners to become powerful beings called Aeons, which fight for the Summoners.
Farplane: The place where the dead go after they've died. Those who did not go peacefully, or who were not Sent, become fiends. Or, if strong enough, they become Unsent. The Farplane exists at Spira's core, and can be entered through a gateway in the Guado home of Guadosalam.
Unsent: Those strong enough to resist the pull of death, and who have not been Sent. They appear very much alive, and can sometimes become twisted and powerful through their own evil, if that was what kept them bound to Spira.
Fiends: The souls of the dead who were not Sent to the Farplane. Their anger has turned them into mindless monsters, who want only to kill. Even after being killed again, many return in new forms.
Areas
Besaid: A small, tropical island to the south of the main continent. Scattered with ruins, and covered by a large jungle, Besaid's population is small and lives in cloth huts near the island's Temple. The Temple Fayth is Valefor.
Kilika: North of Besaid by a few hours, Kilika is a slightly larger island with a large dock stretching out over the water. This island's jungle is much denser than it's smaller counterpart's, and much more dangerous. The islanders all live on the docks, and the Temple is located deep into, and high above, the jungle. The Temple's Fayth is Ifrit.
Luca: Spira's second largest city. At this point in time it is recovering from a hit from Sin. Half of the city is considered slums, and is constantly "purged" by Yevonite soldiers. The slums are a place for criminals, and even Al Bhed, to hide out from Yevon. The city itself is mostly run-down and poor, but the stadium has remained unharmed, and most of the city near it has been rebuilt. The Crusaders guard the stadium more than anything else on Spira.
Mi'ihen Highroad/Mushroom Rock Road: The long road reaching from Luca to the Mushroom Rock Road is mostly field, but later moves into small valleys. It is home to many fiends, a number of which are very powerful. The Mushroom Rock Road moves up into and beside a small, rocky range of mountains that border the sea.
Djose/Moonflow: Djose is a large cavern with huge pillars reaching down to the ground and a small, deeply carved river cutting through it. A fork at the end of Mushroom Rock Road leads to either Djose or the Moonflow. Djose is famed for its lightning mushroom rock, which attracts lightning. The Temple's Fayth is Ixion. The Moonflow is the largest river on Spira, and bisects the continent. To cross from the South Wharf to the Noth Wharf - or vice versa - one must travel across on large, elephant-like creatures called "Shoopuff". At night swarms of pyreflies cover the river.
Guadosalam: The home of the Guado is a large subterranean city made mostly of the roots of a great tree above it. The gate to the Farplane is located in Guadosalam.
Thunder Plains: The Thunder Plains are a large, desolate landscape covered by an eternal thunderstom, strong winds, and heavy rain. The ground is black rock and muddy, covered with small pools of water. Some of the most dangerous fiends on Spira live here, and in multitudes. Thunderbolts can strike the ground and kill travelers, but huge lightning rods built by an Al Bhed and conceived by High Summoner Gandof make the road somewhat safer.
Macalania: Macalania is made up of two sides. The side connecting to the Thunder Plains is a huge forest of crystalline trees and plants where the sunlight never penetrates, though natural light from the trees and plants keep the forest somewhat lit. Some of the paths are actually branches of the trees themselves, reaching up off the ground. There are two roads leading out of Macalania: One leads to Bevelle, the other to the Calm Lands. The Guado are the self-proclaimed protectors of the forest. The other half of Macalania is frozen, the massive lake completely iced over. The Temple sits atop the lake ice. The Temple's Fayth is Shiva.
Bevelle: The largest city on Spira. A massive structure, still the way it was before Sin's birth. This city is the home of Yevon, and the most defended city on Spira, other than Luca. The Temple is located deep within the city. The Three Maesters of Yevon dwell here. The Temple's Fayth is Bahamut.
Calm Lands: A massive plain. The Calm Lands are where all civilization ends. Fiends roam the plains in vast numbers, as well as chocobos. Huge rifts and gorges carved into the plains were created when Gandof battled and defeated Sin.
Mt. Gagazet: The huge, jagged mountain is the highest, coldest place on Spira. This is home to the Ronso race, who revere the mountain as a holy, living entity. This is the final leg before Zanarkand, and before a Summoner party can cross to the city, they must prove their worth to a powerful force.
Zanarkand: The ancient ruins of the once grand city are now crawling with devastating fiends and the undead soldiers of the Machina War. This is also home to the last Temple, to the Final Aeon. But before a Summoner can aquire this, they and their Guardians will have to face a final, terrible force, and make a difficult, surprising decision.
Bikanel: Long ago, this was the home of the Al Bhed race, as it still is. But, after Sin utterly crushed their city, they have become scattered across Spira with no leader. The largest island on Spira, it is a huge desert. Dotted with ruins, oases, and deadly fiends, Bikanel is considered a wasteland to all but the Al Bhed who live there.
Races
Humans: The most numerous race on Spira, and the majority rulers of Yevon. Their skills in magic and combat are balanced.
Al Bhed: The Al Bhed all share two simililar physical traits: Their blonde hair, and green eyes with spiral pupils. They are the most expressive race on Spira, and the most emotional. They tend to either be very eccentric, or childish. They also use machina openly, and all have a natural knack for it. They openly defy Yevon, and are oppressed and hated because of it.
Guado: The Guado are all very tall, with hair that is usually green, blue, or silver. They have long arms, and long fingers with claws. Their ears are pointed, and veins can be seen crawling down their foreheads. They are the most powerful race with magic, even able to summon fiends. They are also faster and stronger than any Human or Al Bhed. They are separate from Yevon, but not openly hostile to it. They are very calm, and very blunt, not showing much emotion for the most part.
Ronso: The tallest, fastest, and strongest race on Spira. They are feline humanoids and fierce, loyal, proud warriors. They struggle with speaking Spiran, and usually talk in third person.
Hypello: They are a short, blue people with huge eyes on the sides of their heads. Their natural home is the water. The Hypello live at the Moonflow and operate the Shoopuff rides across. They are extremely laid back, choosing not to fight, play blitzball, or do much work at all.
If you think you want more detailed information on this setting, go to (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Final_Fantasy_Wiki) and search "Final Fantasy X".
The world of Spira was once one of wondrous technology, called "machina". The two greatest cities were the metropolis Zanarkand and the powerful Bevelle. Long ago, the world was ravaged by a great Machina War. These two cities warred mercilessly, and the weapons built became greater and greater, until it was feared that they could crushed the very world. But, before the planet could be destroyed, the war was suddenly ended, and Zanarkand obliterated. A great and terrible monster, called "Sin", destroyed all the machina cities of the world, reducing the planet's population by millions. Yunalesca, the daughter of the leader of Zanarkand, became the first Summoner to defeat Sin, and bring about the first ten year Calm. Bevelle, however, was spared from Sin's wrath, and led the world under a new religion, called Yevon. This new order taught the people which kinds of machina were allowed, and which were forbidden. Eventually, another Summoner, Lord Gandof, bested Sin, bringing about a second Calm, and becoming the second person to earn the title of High Summoner.
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This RP is about a Summoner party and their Pilgrimage across Spira. Along the way they will face powerful fiends, rogue Al Bhed, and rival Summoners. But . . what secrets could Spira be hiding? I'll be playing as the Summoner, and the Pilgrimage will set off from Kilika. But, if anyone starts later in the RP then they can start from another city or area, depending on where the party is. As for character sheets . . . well, just be sure to put specifics like age, height, description, and history.
Okay, now I'll give a brief overview of the Summoner/Guardian relationship, the different locations on Spira and how they're different now, the different races, and the Aeons and Fayth. Also, this RP take splace three-hundred years before the game.
Terms
Summoner: A person trained from childhood to summon beings called Aeons. They are tasked with travesing Spira on Pilgrimages to each Temple to pray to the Fayth, therefore obtaining the Temple's Aeon. The Summoners are also the only people who can perform the Sending ritual, to ease the dead souls. A Summoner is Spira's hope, they are tasked with bringing about the Calm, ten years of peace from Sin. They must travel to the world's end, to the ruins of Zanarkand, to claim the Final Aeon, before facing Sin. A Summoner, whether they win or lose the fight with the beast, never returns.
Guardian: "Protect the life of the Summoner, even at the cost of your own." - The Code of the Guardian. Those close to the Summoner journey with them, sworn to protect them no matter what the risk. Like the Summoner, no Guardian has ever returned from the fight with Sin, not even if the Final Summoning has been made.
Yevon: The theocracy that rules all of Spira, aside from the Al Bhed and the Guado races. They are known to be mostly peaceful, but will invoke force towards any who defy their rule, such as the Al Bhed. Their army is not as vast as it once was, but still large. Though Warrior Monks still use weak rifles for combat. They teach that only through repentance for the sin's of the world's past can the world be rid of Sin for good, and that machina was the cause for Sin's coming.
Crusaders: Formed two-hundred years after Sin's creation, the Crusaders are the largest military arm of the Church of Yevon. The Crusaders and tasked with keeping the Temples and Luca's blitzball stadium safe from Sin at all costs. The Chocobo Knights, another branch of the Crusaders, guard the roads from fiends in order to better protect travelers.
Blitzball: A sport that has existed since the time of Zanarkand. It is played underwater, requiring the blitzers to hold their breath for up to an hour or longer. The sport is now Spira's main form of recreation, and the Blitz Season is the greatest relief for the public other than the Calm. The only stadium remaining resides in the city of Luca.
Fayth: Souls, willingly sacrificed from their still living bodies. They reside in the Temples, answering the prayers of the Summoners to become powerful beings called Aeons, which fight for the Summoners.
Farplane: The place where the dead go after they've died. Those who did not go peacefully, or who were not Sent, become fiends. Or, if strong enough, they become Unsent. The Farplane exists at Spira's core, and can be entered through a gateway in the Guado home of Guadosalam.
Unsent: Those strong enough to resist the pull of death, and who have not been Sent. They appear very much alive, and can sometimes become twisted and powerful through their own evil, if that was what kept them bound to Spira.
Fiends: The souls of the dead who were not Sent to the Farplane. Their anger has turned them into mindless monsters, who want only to kill. Even after being killed again, many return in new forms.
Areas
Besaid: A small, tropical island to the south of the main continent. Scattered with ruins, and covered by a large jungle, Besaid's population is small and lives in cloth huts near the island's Temple. The Temple Fayth is Valefor.
Kilika: North of Besaid by a few hours, Kilika is a slightly larger island with a large dock stretching out over the water. This island's jungle is much denser than it's smaller counterpart's, and much more dangerous. The islanders all live on the docks, and the Temple is located deep into, and high above, the jungle. The Temple's Fayth is Ifrit.
Luca: Spira's second largest city. At this point in time it is recovering from a hit from Sin. Half of the city is considered slums, and is constantly "purged" by Yevonite soldiers. The slums are a place for criminals, and even Al Bhed, to hide out from Yevon. The city itself is mostly run-down and poor, but the stadium has remained unharmed, and most of the city near it has been rebuilt. The Crusaders guard the stadium more than anything else on Spira.
Mi'ihen Highroad/Mushroom Rock Road: The long road reaching from Luca to the Mushroom Rock Road is mostly field, but later moves into small valleys. It is home to many fiends, a number of which are very powerful. The Mushroom Rock Road moves up into and beside a small, rocky range of mountains that border the sea.
Djose/Moonflow: Djose is a large cavern with huge pillars reaching down to the ground and a small, deeply carved river cutting through it. A fork at the end of Mushroom Rock Road leads to either Djose or the Moonflow. Djose is famed for its lightning mushroom rock, which attracts lightning. The Temple's Fayth is Ixion. The Moonflow is the largest river on Spira, and bisects the continent. To cross from the South Wharf to the Noth Wharf - or vice versa - one must travel across on large, elephant-like creatures called "Shoopuff". At night swarms of pyreflies cover the river.
Guadosalam: The home of the Guado is a large subterranean city made mostly of the roots of a great tree above it. The gate to the Farplane is located in Guadosalam.
Thunder Plains: The Thunder Plains are a large, desolate landscape covered by an eternal thunderstom, strong winds, and heavy rain. The ground is black rock and muddy, covered with small pools of water. Some of the most dangerous fiends on Spira live here, and in multitudes. Thunderbolts can strike the ground and kill travelers, but huge lightning rods built by an Al Bhed and conceived by High Summoner Gandof make the road somewhat safer.
Macalania: Macalania is made up of two sides. The side connecting to the Thunder Plains is a huge forest of crystalline trees and plants where the sunlight never penetrates, though natural light from the trees and plants keep the forest somewhat lit. Some of the paths are actually branches of the trees themselves, reaching up off the ground. There are two roads leading out of Macalania: One leads to Bevelle, the other to the Calm Lands. The Guado are the self-proclaimed protectors of the forest. The other half of Macalania is frozen, the massive lake completely iced over. The Temple sits atop the lake ice. The Temple's Fayth is Shiva.
Bevelle: The largest city on Spira. A massive structure, still the way it was before Sin's birth. This city is the home of Yevon, and the most defended city on Spira, other than Luca. The Temple is located deep within the city. The Three Maesters of Yevon dwell here. The Temple's Fayth is Bahamut.
Calm Lands: A massive plain. The Calm Lands are where all civilization ends. Fiends roam the plains in vast numbers, as well as chocobos. Huge rifts and gorges carved into the plains were created when Gandof battled and defeated Sin.
Mt. Gagazet: The huge, jagged mountain is the highest, coldest place on Spira. This is home to the Ronso race, who revere the mountain as a holy, living entity. This is the final leg before Zanarkand, and before a Summoner party can cross to the city, they must prove their worth to a powerful force.
Zanarkand: The ancient ruins of the once grand city are now crawling with devastating fiends and the undead soldiers of the Machina War. This is also home to the last Temple, to the Final Aeon. But before a Summoner can aquire this, they and their Guardians will have to face a final, terrible force, and make a difficult, surprising decision.
Bikanel: Long ago, this was the home of the Al Bhed race, as it still is. But, after Sin utterly crushed their city, they have become scattered across Spira with no leader. The largest island on Spira, it is a huge desert. Dotted with ruins, oases, and deadly fiends, Bikanel is considered a wasteland to all but the Al Bhed who live there.
Races
Humans: The most numerous race on Spira, and the majority rulers of Yevon. Their skills in magic and combat are balanced.
Al Bhed: The Al Bhed all share two simililar physical traits: Their blonde hair, and green eyes with spiral pupils. They are the most expressive race on Spira, and the most emotional. They tend to either be very eccentric, or childish. They also use machina openly, and all have a natural knack for it. They openly defy Yevon, and are oppressed and hated because of it.
Guado: The Guado are all very tall, with hair that is usually green, blue, or silver. They have long arms, and long fingers with claws. Their ears are pointed, and veins can be seen crawling down their foreheads. They are the most powerful race with magic, even able to summon fiends. They are also faster and stronger than any Human or Al Bhed. They are separate from Yevon, but not openly hostile to it. They are very calm, and very blunt, not showing much emotion for the most part.
Ronso: The tallest, fastest, and strongest race on Spira. They are feline humanoids and fierce, loyal, proud warriors. They struggle with speaking Spiran, and usually talk in third person.
Hypello: They are a short, blue people with huge eyes on the sides of their heads. Their natural home is the water. The Hypello live at the Moonflow and operate the Shoopuff rides across. They are extremely laid back, choosing not to fight, play blitzball, or do much work at all.
Rules
1.)This should be expected: NO GODMODDING. You will be culled!
2.)Don't be a meta.(For those unfamiliar with this term, this means don't "magically" let your character know everything about all other characters! It tends to spoil the plot.)
3.)Try to keep cursing to a minimum, but if you must at least make it tasteful.(Paradox, anyone?)
4.)If you are unfamiliar with this setting PLEASE read the introduction!
5.)Try and limit OOC to the OOC board, but if you feel you must do so in a post, please use (()).
6.)No technology used can be that advanced. Very little technology exists in this setting, anyway.
7.)Please do not ignore another's post.
8.)Try not to keep people in the dark about personal plots. That doesn't mean spew(don't spoil it), just let us know if you've got SOMETHING going on.
9.)Try and makes posts at least one paragraph long!
2.)Don't be a meta.(For those unfamiliar with this term, this means don't "magically" let your character know everything about all other characters! It tends to spoil the plot.)
3.)Try to keep cursing to a minimum, but if you must at least make it tasteful.(Paradox, anyone?)
4.)If you are unfamiliar with this setting PLEASE read the introduction!
5.)Try and limit OOC to the OOC board, but if you feel you must do so in a post, please use (()).
6.)No technology used can be that advanced. Very little technology exists in this setting, anyway.
7.)Please do not ignore another's post.
8.)Try not to keep people in the dark about personal plots. That doesn't mean spew(don't spoil it), just let us know if you've got SOMETHING going on.
9.)Try and makes posts at least one paragraph long!
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He got an almost foreboding sense, looking out at the early dawn horizon. The dark, charcoal gray clouds mixing with the brightening reds and oranges of the rising sun. It looked like chaos. Like a fiery explosion was tearing through the sky. Ripping the aether apart and scattering ashes through the air. A warm morning breeze whipped lightly over his skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and tied around his waist was folds of red cloth that reached down to his ankles, secured around his waist by a golden sash. His beads were still in his small home behind him, save for the ones around his left hand and wrist. He was standing in the doorway, the cloth pulled back, allowing the faintest traces of early morning light into the dark room behind him. His shaggy brown hair flicked and waved slightly as the wind played with it.
Cinaed looked over his shoulder towards the jungle of Kilika. The long, thick expanse of dark green seemed almost endless. And then, rising up above the trees, was the top of the Temple of Ifrit, the fire Aeon. The Summoner took a deep breath and looked back out to the ocean. Somewhere out there was a giant. A huge, dark, and terrible entity. It could hide beneath the surface and breach suddenly, able to unleash enough force to obliterate all of the Kilika docks. The thought was horrifying, and strangely humbling. It was also the reason why today he would be going to the Temple. No longer to train, but this time to pray to the Fayth and hope that Ifrit accepted him. That would start his journey.
He was excited. Excited and anxious. Not all Summoners even made it to Zanarkand. And not all those that made it could defeat Sin. Could he? He had asked himself that . . . probably everyday of his life since he began his Summoner training. Did he have what it took to defeat the beast and bring about the Calm? He left the answer up to fate. "We are chosen by our paths." he muttered, the words very familiar on his lips. It was also tattooed onto the left side of his face, along with other tribal markings. Cinaed was a firm believer that all that was to happen was already planned. Already written. That you could do naught but accept what fate had in store for you.
He realized he was toying with the beads in his left hand, something he did out of habit. They were wrapped around his wrist, but draped and encircled loosely around his hand and fingers. Small black beads with four red tassels dotted around the string of polished marbles. With one last, short look at the every lightening horizon, Cinaed stepped briefly back into his home to grab another long bolt of dark red cloth which he draped over his shoulders and back. He picked up his staff, the light tinkling of the metal rings sounding louder in the early morning silence. He stepped back out onto the wooden step leading to the docks below and turned his emerald eyes to the jungle. He figured it'd be best to warm up a little. Just to be on the safe side. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before setting off toward the jungle.
Cinaed looked over his shoulder towards the jungle of Kilika. The long, thick expanse of dark green seemed almost endless. And then, rising up above the trees, was the top of the Temple of Ifrit, the fire Aeon. The Summoner took a deep breath and looked back out to the ocean. Somewhere out there was a giant. A huge, dark, and terrible entity. It could hide beneath the surface and breach suddenly, able to unleash enough force to obliterate all of the Kilika docks. The thought was horrifying, and strangely humbling. It was also the reason why today he would be going to the Temple. No longer to train, but this time to pray to the Fayth and hope that Ifrit accepted him. That would start his journey.
He was excited. Excited and anxious. Not all Summoners even made it to Zanarkand. And not all those that made it could defeat Sin. Could he? He had asked himself that . . . probably everyday of his life since he began his Summoner training. Did he have what it took to defeat the beast and bring about the Calm? He left the answer up to fate. "We are chosen by our paths." he muttered, the words very familiar on his lips. It was also tattooed onto the left side of his face, along with other tribal markings. Cinaed was a firm believer that all that was to happen was already planned. Already written. That you could do naught but accept what fate had in store for you.
He realized he was toying with the beads in his left hand, something he did out of habit. They were wrapped around his wrist, but draped and encircled loosely around his hand and fingers. Small black beads with four red tassels dotted around the string of polished marbles. With one last, short look at the every lightening horizon, Cinaed stepped briefly back into his home to grab another long bolt of dark red cloth which he draped over his shoulders and back. He picked up his staff, the light tinkling of the metal rings sounding louder in the early morning silence. He stepped back out onto the wooden step leading to the docks below and turned his emerald eyes to the jungle. He figured it'd be best to warm up a little. Just to be on the safe side. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before setting off toward the jungle.
OOC Notes
At the edge of the docks stood a massive man in clothing that was highly outlandish to the small village. Dressed in full covering black robes and a wide brim hat in stark contrast to the half naked people of the small coastal village. Standing upright beside him on the ground where the village meets the island his holy symbol is just or more outlandish as he is with the number of odd symbols on it seen only on ruins and in temples now.
Seeing the approaching summoner he turns to him and putting a hand on his hat makes a bow without the prayer symbol. "Is the shepherd finally ready to take his tests of virtue?" He straightens and reaching over lifts the large stone symbol with one hand his deep green eyes remaining on Cinaed.
Seeing the approaching summoner he turns to him and putting a hand on his hat makes a bow without the prayer symbol. "Is the shepherd finally ready to take his tests of virtue?" He straightens and reaching over lifts the large stone symbol with one hand his deep green eyes remaining on Cinaed.
OOC Notes
"That should do it," a young, bright woman spoke cheerfully to a customer, "the internal connections of the wires were screwed up, so I fixed 'em up for you. That'll be 2400 gil, please and thank you." She grinned at the customer who handed the gil over and she shoved the money in her hidden pocket inside her halter top. She waved kindly to the customer as they left after bowing, holding their upgraded and fixed machina for the temple nearby in their Yevon robes. As they disappeared from the curtains, the woman cursed under her breath.
"Stupid Yevonites. Do they even realize who I am? No one in Besaid gets it." She reclined on a chair and stuck her dirty beige boots on the counter and placed her hands behind her head lazily. Her tight, dark-green jacket with ruffled sleeves rustled slightly as a breeze came in from the outside and her loosened beige, one-piece halter top strings dangled aimlessly on her stomach. She tried to adjust her black stockings with off-white lacing by rubbing her legs against the chair edges, but failed to do so. She pulled a clump of grease out of her short and layered brown hair and tapped her boots together. She slowly blinked her visible aquamarine colored eyes and eventually fell asleep right there. As she slept, she mumbled the words, "The greatest Al-Bhed inventor, Zaira..."
"Stupid Yevonites. Do they even realize who I am? No one in Besaid gets it." She reclined on a chair and stuck her dirty beige boots on the counter and placed her hands behind her head lazily. Her tight, dark-green jacket with ruffled sleeves rustled slightly as a breeze came in from the outside and her loosened beige, one-piece halter top strings dangled aimlessly on her stomach. She tried to adjust her black stockings with off-white lacing by rubbing her legs against the chair edges, but failed to do so. She pulled a clump of grease out of her short and layered brown hair and tapped her boots together. She slowly blinked her visible aquamarine colored eyes and eventually fell asleep right there. As she slept, she mumbled the words, "The greatest Al-Bhed inventor, Zaira..."
OOC Notes
Only the delicate chirps and rustles of the peaceful jungle could be heard that morning. Transparent rays of light burst through the gaps between branches above, glistening against the dew droplets that littered the natural clearing, a scene not yet broken by the noises and activities of the fruit collectors from Kilika, or the prayer offering humbled seeking guidance. There was one person, however, in that beautiful play written and directed by nature, who despite her presence had not yet interrupted the simple pleasures the jungle could offer to those willing to observe in silence. She was sitting on a moss layered rock, comfortable enough to not warrant constant moving and fidgeting, a black helmet resting on her armoured lap. It had been over a day since she had removed her protective headgear, revealing her eerily elegant face for nobody to see, and he was thankful that she had been given the opportunity. If she wasn't sleeping she was usually involved in some sort of frowned upon activity of violence. This was a perfect chance to simply let everything slow down. A chance to rest.
A large plant decorated with brilliant red petals began to shake a short distance away, and her head turned only to pay little attention and return to it previous position. She knew what was causing the disturbance in her peace but welcomed the being responsible. From within the entangled stems and mixed colours of the entwined plants emerged a creature similar in appearance to a lizard, coated in a suit of black scaled with a pair of leathery bat-like wings protruding from its back. Between it's claws was what seemed to be the bloody remains of a now unidentifiable animal that was currently suffering under the tearing being caused by the creature's razor fanged jaw.
The armour clad female attempted to savour the moment, ignoring the little beast's actions at her side, but eventually gave up on trying to not hear the ripping of flesh and stood up. Her plan was simple: to find some dry branches and start a fire. She hadn't eaten since the day before either, and with the size of the creature she would sure that sharing wouldn't be a problem.
Finding the necessary wood was simply. Mounting them in an adequate manner was also, as was the incendiary process. Once the sticks were ready she beckoned for the animal assassin to approach, and as it did so, a small flame leapt forth from it's nostrils and throat, lighting up the wood in an instant. With the fire before them, she took a torn, discarded piece of meat and skewed it on a single stick she had left aside, before holding it over the roasting flames. The fire breather seemed perfectly content with feasting on a raw meal, but the resting warrior wasn't a monster in the common sense of the word, and preferred her food to be cooked.
And then there was an interruption. As she took the second bite from the tender meat voices and steps became audible. It seemed the first humans of the day were arriving, and hopefully, with a lot of luck, they would be just who she was looking for. She had been searching for countless days now, not for an actual person, but a type of person. A summoner, and a strong one.
Crushing twigs beneath her plated feet she closed in on the main path followed by the crawling creature who was still focused on devouring the remainders of his catch. This group of men that drew gradually closer were making no attempt to hide themselves. Why would they? All they had to worry about were fiends, and they were currently untouchable, well protected by armed temple guards.
Behind her, protruding from the jungle like on of the spikes on her armour, was Ifrit's temple. All summoners had to visit it at some point in their journey, and that was why she had chosen to watch the main path. Any summoner wanting to gain access to the temple would usually pass by, and that gave the summoner seeking female a chance to test their worth. By the looks of things, the center of attention in the approaching party was a summoner, with his typical staff and robes. Who would have thought that the first person she found in Kilika could have been exactly what she was searching for? She doubted her luck could possibly be that good. With fierce resolve she held the helmet above her and slipped it onto her head comfortably. It was time.
She stepped out of her hiding place, exterminating an unfortunate insect under her step with the first showing of her leg as she came into view. The lizard followed, tossing the meal aside for later and scaled her armour until it was coiled around her neck. It was the first time in three days she had left hiding before another human being, but the effect was almost always the same. The party stopped, eying the suit of intimidating armour from top to bottom, unable to know whether they were facing a man, a woman, or some sort of demon.
Immediately, the assigned guards blocked the front, forming a barrier between her and the summoner. Their arms were raised in a threatening manner, no doubt already suspecting the worst of the young woman.
There were no words spoken to begin with. With her left gauntlet the dark warrior drew her weapon from it's scabbard: an elegant sword with a spiked blade and a bright orange jewel of an eye embedded into the hilt. This was just as efficient as any threat or speech. The pair of guards charged forwards, and the following battle was simple.
The female waited for the defenders to draw closer without budging, and allowed the first to arrive to attack. The lunge was a careless one, and it was instantly clear that despite being guards, these men had not been efficiently. What could she have expected from an island such as Kilika? With a flick of her wrist and a maneuver that shifted her legs a little to the right the first guard was disarmed, his weapon falling and impaling the ground a short distance away. The second made more of a tactical effort, and instead of attempting to simply reach to pierce her torso, he waited for her to make a move against the first guard and swung for her during that window of opportunity.
With a little more experience, the attempt would have been successful. He had ignored a potential threat.
As the first guard was kicked to his feet by a blow to the stomach, the creature around the armoured woman's neck noticed the approaching menace. The pointed edge was close, and only by exhaling ignited breath in the attacker's direction was disaster avoided. There wasn't enough of the flame to bathe the guard, but sufficient to send him stumbling backwards, dropping his weapon to cover his face.
They were, more or less, incompetent.
Seeing his guards failed he stepped forwards, between his frightened companions, and stood bravely before the warrior. He was short, with a balding head and a slightly engorged figure. This didn't look like a summoner ready for the perilous journey ahead, but appearance wasn't always everything.
“Forgive my guardians. They worry far too much,” he said softly, motioning his hand as if giving them permission to hold back. “Do you desire anything of us?”
The blackened helmet tilted to the side, but no sound came from within. Despite this, there was an answer.
“Summoner, prove you are of enough strength to pass.”
The caller of otherworldly beings looked to the woman's right and saw the head of the lizard-like creature slightly above her shoulder. Apparently it had spoken, with a deep, rumbling voice considering it's size. Strange, yes, but the summoner had seen worse.
“I have nothing to prove to you strangers through violence, if that I what you are implying,” the man replied, taking a confident step forwards. “There will be tests on my journey, yes, and I will overcome them all, but if you want proof of my ability then you shall wait until Sin is defeated and the Calm arrives.”
The dark knight shook her head, not having received the answer she had desired. The creature jumped from her shoulder to the ground, using it's flapping wings to hover and reduce the impact of the fall. As it descended, it grew, and a it's claws touched the earth it was roughly the size of a fully grown lion.
“I am Navris, and I shall be one of your tests,” it spoke. Without giving the summoner a chance to react it sprung forwards, sharp claws visible and fangs menacing, throwing all of it's weight into the summoner, knocking him to the ground before pinning him with it's leg and leaning close to his neck. The guardians were on their feet and armed once again, ready to strike, and they would have if it hadn't been for the summoner's words.
Saliva dripping down his robes, he said “Do not attack. Would these two really steal from Spira one of the few beacon's of hope it has? I do not think so.”
The fanged beast growled, smoke billowing from his nostrils, an orange inferno visible in the back of the mouth. “We will not. But in you we have not found what we were looking for. A summoner that cannot defend himself is useless, no matter how powerful his Aeon may be.”
And with that, the creature shrank and scampered back over to it's master. The summoner, in contemplation, rose to his feet and brushed the dirt and liquid from his robes. His guardians stood in silence.
“Go on and continue your pilgrimage, summoner,” the beast said as it sat on the plated left shoulder. “Know that you will fail, though. If you cannot defend yourself against me, then the harder tests will end your hopes.”
Eying the winged lizard with interest, the summoner made his way around the black warrior and continued in silence, followed by his loyal guardians. There was no attempt made to stop them, or any more words. Once they were gone, the pair pushed apart the plants in their way and returned to their peaceful spot to continue their meal. Navris recollected the meat thrown aside and met with his master as she sat back down next to the burned out fire and removed her helmet. Another failed attempt. Probably one more of many to come.
A large plant decorated with brilliant red petals began to shake a short distance away, and her head turned only to pay little attention and return to it previous position. She knew what was causing the disturbance in her peace but welcomed the being responsible. From within the entangled stems and mixed colours of the entwined plants emerged a creature similar in appearance to a lizard, coated in a suit of black scaled with a pair of leathery bat-like wings protruding from its back. Between it's claws was what seemed to be the bloody remains of a now unidentifiable animal that was currently suffering under the tearing being caused by the creature's razor fanged jaw.
The armour clad female attempted to savour the moment, ignoring the little beast's actions at her side, but eventually gave up on trying to not hear the ripping of flesh and stood up. Her plan was simple: to find some dry branches and start a fire. She hadn't eaten since the day before either, and with the size of the creature she would sure that sharing wouldn't be a problem.
Finding the necessary wood was simply. Mounting them in an adequate manner was also, as was the incendiary process. Once the sticks were ready she beckoned for the animal assassin to approach, and as it did so, a small flame leapt forth from it's nostrils and throat, lighting up the wood in an instant. With the fire before them, she took a torn, discarded piece of meat and skewed it on a single stick she had left aside, before holding it over the roasting flames. The fire breather seemed perfectly content with feasting on a raw meal, but the resting warrior wasn't a monster in the common sense of the word, and preferred her food to be cooked.
And then there was an interruption. As she took the second bite from the tender meat voices and steps became audible. It seemed the first humans of the day were arriving, and hopefully, with a lot of luck, they would be just who she was looking for. She had been searching for countless days now, not for an actual person, but a type of person. A summoner, and a strong one.
Crushing twigs beneath her plated feet she closed in on the main path followed by the crawling creature who was still focused on devouring the remainders of his catch. This group of men that drew gradually closer were making no attempt to hide themselves. Why would they? All they had to worry about were fiends, and they were currently untouchable, well protected by armed temple guards.
Behind her, protruding from the jungle like on of the spikes on her armour, was Ifrit's temple. All summoners had to visit it at some point in their journey, and that was why she had chosen to watch the main path. Any summoner wanting to gain access to the temple would usually pass by, and that gave the summoner seeking female a chance to test their worth. By the looks of things, the center of attention in the approaching party was a summoner, with his typical staff and robes. Who would have thought that the first person she found in Kilika could have been exactly what she was searching for? She doubted her luck could possibly be that good. With fierce resolve she held the helmet above her and slipped it onto her head comfortably. It was time.
She stepped out of her hiding place, exterminating an unfortunate insect under her step with the first showing of her leg as she came into view. The lizard followed, tossing the meal aside for later and scaled her armour until it was coiled around her neck. It was the first time in three days she had left hiding before another human being, but the effect was almost always the same. The party stopped, eying the suit of intimidating armour from top to bottom, unable to know whether they were facing a man, a woman, or some sort of demon.
Immediately, the assigned guards blocked the front, forming a barrier between her and the summoner. Their arms were raised in a threatening manner, no doubt already suspecting the worst of the young woman.
There were no words spoken to begin with. With her left gauntlet the dark warrior drew her weapon from it's scabbard: an elegant sword with a spiked blade and a bright orange jewel of an eye embedded into the hilt. This was just as efficient as any threat or speech. The pair of guards charged forwards, and the following battle was simple.
The female waited for the defenders to draw closer without budging, and allowed the first to arrive to attack. The lunge was a careless one, and it was instantly clear that despite being guards, these men had not been efficiently. What could she have expected from an island such as Kilika? With a flick of her wrist and a maneuver that shifted her legs a little to the right the first guard was disarmed, his weapon falling and impaling the ground a short distance away. The second made more of a tactical effort, and instead of attempting to simply reach to pierce her torso, he waited for her to make a move against the first guard and swung for her during that window of opportunity.
With a little more experience, the attempt would have been successful. He had ignored a potential threat.
As the first guard was kicked to his feet by a blow to the stomach, the creature around the armoured woman's neck noticed the approaching menace. The pointed edge was close, and only by exhaling ignited breath in the attacker's direction was disaster avoided. There wasn't enough of the flame to bathe the guard, but sufficient to send him stumbling backwards, dropping his weapon to cover his face.
They were, more or less, incompetent.
Seeing his guards failed he stepped forwards, between his frightened companions, and stood bravely before the warrior. He was short, with a balding head and a slightly engorged figure. This didn't look like a summoner ready for the perilous journey ahead, but appearance wasn't always everything.
“Forgive my guardians. They worry far too much,” he said softly, motioning his hand as if giving them permission to hold back. “Do you desire anything of us?”
The blackened helmet tilted to the side, but no sound came from within. Despite this, there was an answer.
“Summoner, prove you are of enough strength to pass.”
The caller of otherworldly beings looked to the woman's right and saw the head of the lizard-like creature slightly above her shoulder. Apparently it had spoken, with a deep, rumbling voice considering it's size. Strange, yes, but the summoner had seen worse.
“I have nothing to prove to you strangers through violence, if that I what you are implying,” the man replied, taking a confident step forwards. “There will be tests on my journey, yes, and I will overcome them all, but if you want proof of my ability then you shall wait until Sin is defeated and the Calm arrives.”
The dark knight shook her head, not having received the answer she had desired. The creature jumped from her shoulder to the ground, using it's flapping wings to hover and reduce the impact of the fall. As it descended, it grew, and a it's claws touched the earth it was roughly the size of a fully grown lion.
“I am Navris, and I shall be one of your tests,” it spoke. Without giving the summoner a chance to react it sprung forwards, sharp claws visible and fangs menacing, throwing all of it's weight into the summoner, knocking him to the ground before pinning him with it's leg and leaning close to his neck. The guardians were on their feet and armed once again, ready to strike, and they would have if it hadn't been for the summoner's words.
Saliva dripping down his robes, he said “Do not attack. Would these two really steal from Spira one of the few beacon's of hope it has? I do not think so.”
The fanged beast growled, smoke billowing from his nostrils, an orange inferno visible in the back of the mouth. “We will not. But in you we have not found what we were looking for. A summoner that cannot defend himself is useless, no matter how powerful his Aeon may be.”
And with that, the creature shrank and scampered back over to it's master. The summoner, in contemplation, rose to his feet and brushed the dirt and liquid from his robes. His guardians stood in silence.
“Go on and continue your pilgrimage, summoner,” the beast said as it sat on the plated left shoulder. “Know that you will fail, though. If you cannot defend yourself against me, then the harder tests will end your hopes.”
Eying the winged lizard with interest, the summoner made his way around the black warrior and continued in silence, followed by his loyal guardians. There was no attempt made to stop them, or any more words. Once they were gone, the pair pushed apart the plants in their way and returned to their peaceful spot to continue their meal. Navris recollected the meat thrown aside and met with his master as she sat back down next to the burned out fire and removed her helmet. Another failed attempt. Probably one more of many to come.
OOC Notes
A slight rustle from a bush made the figure climbing the tall tree pause and look down, long ragged braid of blonde hair waving as she looked down. This girl appeared far different from the others on the island of Kilika. Her clothes were worn and patched several times, and there was dirt smeared in random places. What was the greatest difference, though, was that her eyes were bright green with spiraled pupils. Most people couldn't see that, though because her bangs were always over her face.
The girl continued to cling to the tree as a fiend walked out of the bushes, her arms straining. She carefully pulled herself up so that she was sitting on one of the branches, and pulled her legs up to her chest as she looked down at the lizard-like fiend. It sniffed around the base of the tree she was in before moving on, much to her relief. But, she wasn't quite ready to leave yet. She inched out along the branch she was sitting on, reaching for some of the fruit that grew on it.
Lynn's stomach growled, and she bit into one of the fruit that she had picked, wiping the juice that dribbled from her chin with a scabbed hand.
Once she had gathered enough fruit and tied the old skirt that she was using as a sort of pack around it, she started to climb down, continuing to be wary of any fiends that would come out.
The girl continued to cling to the tree as a fiend walked out of the bushes, her arms straining. She carefully pulled herself up so that she was sitting on one of the branches, and pulled her legs up to her chest as she looked down at the lizard-like fiend. It sniffed around the base of the tree she was in before moving on, much to her relief. But, she wasn't quite ready to leave yet. She inched out along the branch she was sitting on, reaching for some of the fruit that grew on it.
Lynn's stomach growled, and she bit into one of the fruit that she had picked, wiping the juice that dribbled from her chin with a scabbed hand.
Once she had gathered enough fruit and tied the old skirt that she was using as a sort of pack around it, she started to climb down, continuing to be wary of any fiends that would come out.
OOC Notes
A sudden noise startled Zaira and made her open her eye half-way. She frowned and saw a blitzball slowly roll into her room from outside. She heard other villagers talking around the area and their steps in the gravel began to approach her hut. Zaira sighed as she threw her legs off the counter to get off the chair and out of her sleep-mode. She lazily stumbled to the ball and saw someone walk in and hold his hands out so she could give it to him. She smirked, quickly ran outside and avoided him with the ball under her armpit held with the side of her arm. The man was confused and shouted at her, along with the other players around him, probably waiting for him to retrieve the ball from her. She skidded to a stop and quickly turned around to them and laughed in a silly way.
She threw the ball up a little in the air, quickly jumped up, and swiftly kicked it outside of the gates. As she landed, the 'Woahs' of the men became groans. Half of them ran after the blitzball, while the rest began to run after her. She giggled 'sorry' and jumped onto the temple's high platform and ran into the jungle area, just to shake them off. She crouched behind a bush and they quit when they couldn't see her. As they went away, she got up and noticed something lightly sparkle for a moment from the corner of her eye. She immediately turned to the shine and saw a part of a machina half-way buried in the sand. It looked like the part of a machina that pinches as it works.
"All right!" She exclaimed, and bent down to dig it out, "This could be useful..." She snickered and crawled into the back of her hut in a hidden door she made, only to meet with the men again. They had their arms crossed and they looked infuriated. She scratched her head and smiled at them again while nervously laughing.
"Come on, guys... I was just having a little fun~" She put her hands to the side and bashed her eyelashes, "Plus, it's good for you guys... If you want to succeed in Blitzball, you better get in shape, right?" They growled and stepped closer and almost knocked one of her displays over. Zaira snarled at them and stepped even closer to them.
"If you have a problem, we can settle this." She grit her teeth and one of the men hit their fist on to their palm as a warning. Zaira charged towards that man and grabbed his collar and lifted him up. She inched her face towards his and smirked. "You wanna play, pretty boy?" She released him as the other men backed up away from her.
"N-no..." Some men blurted out and shook their heads. "It's completely fine!" Another one declared, "We have no problem whatsoever... We will be going now." They all cleared out and Zaira crossed her arms disappointingly. She was obviously looking for a fight.
She threw the ball up a little in the air, quickly jumped up, and swiftly kicked it outside of the gates. As she landed, the 'Woahs' of the men became groans. Half of them ran after the blitzball, while the rest began to run after her. She giggled 'sorry' and jumped onto the temple's high platform and ran into the jungle area, just to shake them off. She crouched behind a bush and they quit when they couldn't see her. As they went away, she got up and noticed something lightly sparkle for a moment from the corner of her eye. She immediately turned to the shine and saw a part of a machina half-way buried in the sand. It looked like the part of a machina that pinches as it works.
"All right!" She exclaimed, and bent down to dig it out, "This could be useful..." She snickered and crawled into the back of her hut in a hidden door she made, only to meet with the men again. They had their arms crossed and they looked infuriated. She scratched her head and smiled at them again while nervously laughing.
"Come on, guys... I was just having a little fun~" She put her hands to the side and bashed her eyelashes, "Plus, it's good for you guys... If you want to succeed in Blitzball, you better get in shape, right?" They growled and stepped closer and almost knocked one of her displays over. Zaira snarled at them and stepped even closer to them.
"If you have a problem, we can settle this." She grit her teeth and one of the men hit their fist on to their palm as a warning. Zaira charged towards that man and grabbed his collar and lifted him up. She inched her face towards his and smirked. "You wanna play, pretty boy?" She released him as the other men backed up away from her.
"N-no..." Some men blurted out and shook their heads. "It's completely fine!" Another one declared, "We have no problem whatsoever... We will be going now." They all cleared out and Zaira crossed her arms disappointingly. She was obviously looking for a fight.
OOC Notes
The stairs creaked a little as Cinaed walked down the docks. The wood was firm and felt damp under his bare feet from the spray of the ocean. He propped his staff on his shoulder, shifting it around so that the metal rings went around his shoulder to hang over his back. There were already a number of people awake. Preparing stands, or to go fishing. Many of them paused to cast a glance at the Summoner from either across the docks or as he passed. He offered them a confident smile as he passed, and nodded to the people that he'd grown up knowing. The people whose loved one he'd had to Send. Once en masse.
He noticed his Guardian standing near the edge of the jungle and nodded as he approached. "Is the shepherd finally ready to take his tests of virtue?" the huge man asked.
Cinaed took a breath and nodded hesitantly, "Yes. Though . . I'm not too sure if I like being called a 'shepherd'." he said, a shaky smile gracing his lips for a moment before falling apart. He sighed and looked to the jungle path ahead. "It's finally time." he said in a low voice, like he couldn't believe it. In truth, he couldn't. It'd been years since he'd began training. Since he'd been told that he would have a chance to try and defeat Sin. To be remembered as "High Summoner Cinaed". And even though the thought of that made him swell with pride . . . it wasn't why he was doing this. He was doing this for Spira. For his home and for the world. He looked at Klarran, "It almost doesn't feel real." he said. He realized that, deep down, he was stalling. Klarran had probably guessed. "Let's go." he said, trying to sound sure, though he really wasn't. What would happen if the Fayth didn't accept him? He decided not to dwell on that, and started down the still dark forest path.
Yet another foreboding omen, it seemed.
The path through the jungle was cool, and as he walked he felt grass, small stones, and moist soil under his bare feet. Always a refreshing feeling. He was hoping to see a fiend or two, at least. He wanted something to relieve some tension on. And he wanted to try and wake up a little more, as well. He got his wish as two killer bees flew out of the trees. They were large, gold and purple insect fiends with long, barbed stingers capable of impaling a man. Cinaed quickly said, "I'll take these two." he focused on the two fiends and felt the familiar rush of magic flow through his body. The two ring chains on his staff stiffened, one pointing diagonally up, the other diagonally down. The rush intensified briefly as two bolts of lightning struck the fiends and blew them to pyreflies, and then faded away entirely, mirrored by the slackening of the rings. He felt the slight drain of having used magic, but it wasn't bad. He'd barely used any of his energy for the two strikes.
"Well," he said, moving forward, "that was easy. I was hoping for something bigger." he cracked a grin for a moment, but it fell with a sigh.
He noticed his Guardian standing near the edge of the jungle and nodded as he approached. "Is the shepherd finally ready to take his tests of virtue?" the huge man asked.
Cinaed took a breath and nodded hesitantly, "Yes. Though . . I'm not too sure if I like being called a 'shepherd'." he said, a shaky smile gracing his lips for a moment before falling apart. He sighed and looked to the jungle path ahead. "It's finally time." he said in a low voice, like he couldn't believe it. In truth, he couldn't. It'd been years since he'd began training. Since he'd been told that he would have a chance to try and defeat Sin. To be remembered as "High Summoner Cinaed". And even though the thought of that made him swell with pride . . . it wasn't why he was doing this. He was doing this for Spira. For his home and for the world. He looked at Klarran, "It almost doesn't feel real." he said. He realized that, deep down, he was stalling. Klarran had probably guessed. "Let's go." he said, trying to sound sure, though he really wasn't. What would happen if the Fayth didn't accept him? He decided not to dwell on that, and started down the still dark forest path.
Yet another foreboding omen, it seemed.
The path through the jungle was cool, and as he walked he felt grass, small stones, and moist soil under his bare feet. Always a refreshing feeling. He was hoping to see a fiend or two, at least. He wanted something to relieve some tension on. And he wanted to try and wake up a little more, as well. He got his wish as two killer bees flew out of the trees. They were large, gold and purple insect fiends with long, barbed stingers capable of impaling a man. Cinaed quickly said, "I'll take these two." he focused on the two fiends and felt the familiar rush of magic flow through his body. The two ring chains on his staff stiffened, one pointing diagonally up, the other diagonally down. The rush intensified briefly as two bolts of lightning struck the fiends and blew them to pyreflies, and then faded away entirely, mirrored by the slackening of the rings. He felt the slight drain of having used magic, but it wasn't bad. He'd barely used any of his energy for the two strikes.
"Well," he said, moving forward, "that was easy. I was hoping for something bigger." he cracked a grin for a moment, but it fell with a sigh.
OOC Notes
Lynn was as happy as she had been for a long time as she continued to gather up fruit, ducking away from the dinonix and skirting just out of range of the ragoras to stay out of the way. The killer bees never seemed to bother her much, probably because she lived right on the edge of the forest, and she generally moved quieter than most of the people in Kilika. However, there were a few fiends that she watched out for. The slight crackle of electricity made her freeze and look around in slight panic. Sure enough, a Yellow Elemental was starting to float towards her. She backed away slowly, her arms still full of fruit, before turning and running as fast as she possibly could, making a bit of noise as she tried to escape the fiend.
OOC Notes
"You are the shepherd of your people who guides their spirits to the next life. Without you and the others like you they would all be lost."
He smiles a bit watching the summoner go through the first steps of his journey like so many others. When he is ready to go he bows with his arm gesturing for him to head first before walking behind him into the forest. As they walked he kept his eyes on Cinaed examining him trying to find if he is truly capable of defeating Sin.
We shall see....the trials await.
As the bee's appeared he prepared to swat them out of the sky when Cinaed decided he wanted them instead. Standing up he kept his holy symbol ready to block but already knew there would be little need. At the next thing he says however he speaks.
"The greatest enemy of the shepherds are not fiends, machina, even Sin. It is doubt. There will be no more persistent enemy and no enemy who is so likely to stop you in your tracks. Push forward past it. You will succeed."
He takes the lead now but doesn't manage to get far before he hears something again and stops. This time a bit of confusion crosses his face before he sees the girl running and steps in front of her before seeing what is chasing her even as she dodges him and trips he moves forward his symbol becoming covered in frost and swinging it knocks it quite a ways back though he doesn't outright kill it due to its high resistance to physical attacks though it does seem to have disoriented it a bit as it tries to stop its momentum. Even so it managed to get a bolt of on its prone target as it flew backwards causing Klarran's mouth to tighten.
"Strike it now."
He smiles a bit watching the summoner go through the first steps of his journey like so many others. When he is ready to go he bows with his arm gesturing for him to head first before walking behind him into the forest. As they walked he kept his eyes on Cinaed examining him trying to find if he is truly capable of defeating Sin.
We shall see....the trials await.
As the bee's appeared he prepared to swat them out of the sky when Cinaed decided he wanted them instead. Standing up he kept his holy symbol ready to block but already knew there would be little need. At the next thing he says however he speaks.
"The greatest enemy of the shepherds are not fiends, machina, even Sin. It is doubt. There will be no more persistent enemy and no enemy who is so likely to stop you in your tracks. Push forward past it. You will succeed."
He takes the lead now but doesn't manage to get far before he hears something again and stops. This time a bit of confusion crosses his face before he sees the girl running and steps in front of her before seeing what is chasing her even as she dodges him and trips he moves forward his symbol becoming covered in frost and swinging it knocks it quite a ways back though he doesn't outright kill it due to its high resistance to physical attacks though it does seem to have disoriented it a bit as it tries to stop its momentum. Even so it managed to get a bolt of on its prone target as it flew backwards causing Klarran's mouth to tighten.
"Strike it now."
OOC Notes
Cinaed paused when his Guardian spoke. Most people did. He was the kind of person that didn't speak unless he had something to say. A quality Cinaed sometimes wished he had. Then again, he doubted he was wise enough to do so. What did he have to say that was so important? He was only a Summoner, not a scholar. "The greatest enemy of the shepherds are not fiends, machina, even Sin. It is doubt. There will be no more persistent enemy and no enemy who is so likely to stop you in your tracks. Push forward past it. You will succeed." there it was again. That word. "Shepherd". What his Guardian had said earlier made sense, and he realized that Summoners gave the people hope, but they were not leaders. The Maesters guided Spira, the Summoners helped to make their lives easier, happier, by Sending the dead and trying to rid the world of Sin. And he was right again, too. There was no point in even attempting the Pilgrimage if he couldn't even believe he was capable of doing it. Especially if he doubted he could pass the Trials and become a full-fledged Summoner in the first place. He had to believe he could. It was sound advice, no matter how corny it might seem to some.
He wasn't that surprised When Klarran decided to move on ahead of him, and pushed himself forward so as not to be left behind. His Guardian took much larger steps than he did. He was thankful that he hadn't neglected physical training while still performing his Summoner's training. He started to look around as he walked. His green eyes passed over the darker greens, browns, and other colors around him in the jungle. At one point people had been wary of his eyes, thinking them akin to the eyes of the Al Bhed. The heathens. Machina wielders. But they'd forgotten quickly when they learned he had the talent. His ears picked up the sounds of creatures in the wilderness bordering the path. Animals and fiends alike prowled the dense, dark, dangerous jungle. He was going to miss it. After he left Kilika, he would never return. No, that wasn't entirely true. The boat going to Besaid would dock again at Kilika on the way back. He hoped that he would be able to visit this place one last time before it left for Luca. That would truly be the last time he would see Kilika. See his home.
His thoughts were interrupted when the sound of something moving closer caught his attention. Also, when he noticed Klarran stopping, too. The sound was unique because it was something moving quite fast and moving quickly closer. A girl suddenly shot from the jungle beside the path, and Klarran moved in front of her as a yellow element followed. Klarran's weapon seemed to frost over as he swung it, sending the hovering fiend flying, the multiple spinning parts scattering for but a brief time before pulling back into formation. It buzzed suddenly with magic at the same time Klarran instructed, "Strike it now." Cinaed quickly raised a Nulshock spell, shielding the Guardian from a blast of lightning. The chains on Cinaed's staff shifted again. This time they became wavy and bent, curving down before rising up into a hill and then ending pointed down. He hit the ground with his staff and a column of water ripped violently through the ground beneath the fiend, scattering the pieces and dissolving them into a small cloud pyreflies.
The chains went limp with a clinking rattle and the Summoner nodded to his Guardian before turning his attention upon the girl, "Are you unhurt?" he asked.
He wasn't that surprised When Klarran decided to move on ahead of him, and pushed himself forward so as not to be left behind. His Guardian took much larger steps than he did. He was thankful that he hadn't neglected physical training while still performing his Summoner's training. He started to look around as he walked. His green eyes passed over the darker greens, browns, and other colors around him in the jungle. At one point people had been wary of his eyes, thinking them akin to the eyes of the Al Bhed. The heathens. Machina wielders. But they'd forgotten quickly when they learned he had the talent. His ears picked up the sounds of creatures in the wilderness bordering the path. Animals and fiends alike prowled the dense, dark, dangerous jungle. He was going to miss it. After he left Kilika, he would never return. No, that wasn't entirely true. The boat going to Besaid would dock again at Kilika on the way back. He hoped that he would be able to visit this place one last time before it left for Luca. That would truly be the last time he would see Kilika. See his home.
His thoughts were interrupted when the sound of something moving closer caught his attention. Also, when he noticed Klarran stopping, too. The sound was unique because it was something moving quite fast and moving quickly closer. A girl suddenly shot from the jungle beside the path, and Klarran moved in front of her as a yellow element followed. Klarran's weapon seemed to frost over as he swung it, sending the hovering fiend flying, the multiple spinning parts scattering for but a brief time before pulling back into formation. It buzzed suddenly with magic at the same time Klarran instructed, "Strike it now." Cinaed quickly raised a Nulshock spell, shielding the Guardian from a blast of lightning. The chains on Cinaed's staff shifted again. This time they became wavy and bent, curving down before rising up into a hill and then ending pointed down. He hit the ground with his staff and a column of water ripped violently through the ground beneath the fiend, scattering the pieces and dissolving them into a small cloud pyreflies.
The chains went limp with a clinking rattle and the Summoner nodded to his Guardian before turning his attention upon the girl, "Are you unhurt?" he asked.
OOC Notes
Lynn's eyes widened as something that wasn't a tree or a fiend loom in front of her, and barely dodged it, tripping on a strip of fabric that had been wrapped around her foot that managed to unravel itself as she ran. The fruit she had been carrying went flying as she landed fairly hard, yelping in pain as the Yellow Elemental's attack hit her. Her vision grayed for a moment, and her clothes likely were singed slightly where the lightning had struck.
She was just starting to pick herself up off the ground as she heard a voice, and twitched a little, turning her head to look up at the person who had addressed her with a surprised and slightly scared look on her face for a moment. She carefully gathered her legs under her, hiding just how scrawny she was. Her movements were painfully slow, though, and she kept her head bowed, hiding her tell-tale eyes. "No...."
She was just starting to pick herself up off the ground as she heard a voice, and twitched a little, turning her head to look up at the person who had addressed her with a surprised and slightly scared look on her face for a moment. She carefully gathered her legs under her, hiding just how scrawny she was. Her movements were painfully slow, though, and she kept her head bowed, hiding her tell-tale eyes. "No...."
OOC Notes
Zaira stared at her chair and sighed as she thought of napping on it again. She picked up the machina part she picked up earlier and placed it on her counter. She searched the messy hut for a clean rag and some water. She was lying down on her stomach on the ground and reach underneath a cabinet to get the rag when someone walked in for business. As she pulled out the rag, the man was staring at her like she did something disgusting. She lifted an eyebrow and chucked the rag onto the counter before she got up. She leaned over to the side and placed her left hand on her hip.
"Whatcha want?" She asked curiously and walked a little closer to him.
"Do you accept donations?" He asked politely. Her eyes widened and a smile crawled onto her face as she noticed something he was holding.
"Now I do, what do ya wanna give me?" She was completely excited and she smiled as he handed her something wrapped in cloth. He bowed to her Yevon style and walked out. She closed her curtains and sat down on the floor with her legs crossed. She quickly unwrapped the item and revealed part of a machina's rivet gun. She cackled and hugged it carefully. "Score!" She stuffed it in a traveler's bag she had created over the years in case she decides to leave this Yevon infested island.
She felt her stomach growl and she opened up a locked box to take out some gil. She spent a few moments to count her income of the day. "19450 earned... 12053..." She turned around to see if anyone was around, "Rightfully... Received." She stuffed the 12k into her inside halter top pocket and locked or hid all of her valuables. She grabbed her gun holsters and strapped them to her thighs. She then exited and closed her curtains.
She casually walked outside and smelt food from inside the temple and a hut nearby. She looked at her chest where the money was stored and at the temple. She tilted her mouth and sighed.
"I don't wanna give them MY money that I earned." She scoffed and headed towards the exit to hunt for edible fiends. Before exiting, she patted her gun holsters to double-check their presence. She smirked and made her way outside of Besaid's gates.
"Whatcha want?" She asked curiously and walked a little closer to him.
"Do you accept donations?" He asked politely. Her eyes widened and a smile crawled onto her face as she noticed something he was holding.
"Now I do, what do ya wanna give me?" She was completely excited and she smiled as he handed her something wrapped in cloth. He bowed to her Yevon style and walked out. She closed her curtains and sat down on the floor with her legs crossed. She quickly unwrapped the item and revealed part of a machina's rivet gun. She cackled and hugged it carefully. "Score!" She stuffed it in a traveler's bag she had created over the years in case she decides to leave this Yevon infested island.
She felt her stomach growl and she opened up a locked box to take out some gil. She spent a few moments to count her income of the day. "19450 earned... 12053..." She turned around to see if anyone was around, "Rightfully... Received." She stuffed the 12k into her inside halter top pocket and locked or hid all of her valuables. She grabbed her gun holsters and strapped them to her thighs. She then exited and closed her curtains.
She casually walked outside and smelt food from inside the temple and a hut nearby. She looked at her chest where the money was stored and at the temple. She tilted her mouth and sighed.
"I don't wanna give them MY money that I earned." She scoffed and headed towards the exit to hunt for edible fiends. Before exiting, she patted her gun holsters to double-check their presence. She smirked and made her way outside of Besaid's gates.
OOC Notes
Once the fiend was dealt with by Cinaed's spell he turned around to look at the small girl who they had saved.....or atleast helped. He had seen her eyes when she was running towards him....and in the flash when she looked at Cinaed. Standing his symbol on the ground he kneels down beside her one knee on the ground the other upright though still towering over her he hopes it makes him less imposing.
"Youngling you need not be afraid. You are in the presence of good people. Ouihkmehk oui haat hud pa yvnyet. Oui yna eh dra bnacahla uv kuut baubma."
He tries in both languages in case one or the other is not understood and waits for the expected look of surprise.
"Will you allow us to heal you? Femm oui ymmuf ic du raym oui?"
He holds his hand out palm up already glowing with the spell but does not touch her until she gives him permission with a look of only kindness on his face. She obviously wasn't well cared for and mistrusting Spirans would not be a oddity among people like her obviously.
"Youngling you need not be afraid. You are in the presence of good people. Ouihkmehk oui haat hud pa yvnyet. Oui yna eh dra bnacahla uv kuut baubma."
He tries in both languages in case one or the other is not understood and waits for the expected look of surprise.
"Will you allow us to heal you? Femm oui ymmuf ic du raym oui?"
He holds his hand out palm up already glowing with the spell but does not touch her until she gives him permission with a look of only kindness on his face. She obviously wasn't well cared for and mistrusting Spirans would not be a oddity among people like her obviously.
OOC Notes
Cinaed noticed what seemed to be a mark dealt by a lightning spell. He quickly realized what that meant. "Somehow I misread where it was going to attack." he mumbled. He closed his eyes and sighed, disgusted with himself. "Now I feel stupid." he opened his eyes and was about to offer to heal her when Klarran knelt down by her and beat him to the punch. He took a step back and examined the girl. He didn't recognize her, and she seemed like she'd been living in the jungle. Her clothes tattered, form frail. His lips twisted into a frown as his brow furrowed. That was odd. What shocked him was when his Guardian spoke to the girl in Al Bhed. Cinaed's emerald eyes widened with shock, "You speak Al Bhed, Klarran?" the language sounded so foreign to him, as he had never head it before in his life. He looked at the girl again and noted her blonde hair, and how it fell over her eyes. It was almost as if she were attempting to . . . to hide them. "I didn't know there was one on the island. Or any, for that matter." he said, mostly to himself. "Now I feel really smart." he said with obvious sarcasm. The Summoner wondered why Klarran was repeating what he said in both Spiran and Al Bhed. Wouldn't she understand her own language? "My apologies." he stammered, quickly. "I should have seen it was going to attack you. That was my mistake." he said, feeling the need to somehow atone for letting her get hurt when it had been in his power to stop the attack. He just hoped she'd understood him. He scanned the jungle around them slowly, wary for more fiends. As he did, he muttered to himself, "I wonder what else I can screw up today."
OOC Notes
Lynn blinked as the two men turned their attention to that it was solely on her, and cringed slightly as the huge one knelt next to her. A small gasp escaped her as she heard the larger man speak in Al Bhed, her eyes widening in both fear and wonder. "Ruf tu oui ghuf Al Bhed?" Her voice was even softer than it had been when she had answered the one with the staff, barely a whisper. It had been so long since she had heard her own language. However, since someone had somehow managed to indentify her as being Al Bhed, she couldn't shake the urge to run, and run as far as possible. But with that attack that had struck her, she would fall over in pain before she got too far.
She hesitated when he offered to heal her, and glanced at the other warily as he figured out that she was Al Bhed. She became confused as the smaller one apologized, not understanding why he was doing so. To her experience, Spirans never apologized to the Al Bhed. She had always had to run, when she was living in Luca, when someone found out her heritage. The blonde glanced between the two of them, still wary of them, then rested on the huge one's hand. He was still waiting for an answer to his second question. She nodded her head slightly, trying to hide the fact that she was shaking slightly. She had never reacted well to fear.
She hesitated when he offered to heal her, and glanced at the other warily as he figured out that she was Al Bhed. She became confused as the smaller one apologized, not understanding why he was doing so. To her experience, Spirans never apologized to the Al Bhed. She had always had to run, when she was living in Luca, when someone found out her heritage. The blonde glanced between the two of them, still wary of them, then rested on the huge one's hand. He was still waiting for an answer to his second question. She nodded her head slightly, trying to hide the fact that she was shaking slightly. She had never reacted well to fear.
OOC Notes
"I am a friend of all races....and Al bhed is not the only language I know. E ys y vneaht uv ymm nylac....yht Al bhed ec hud dra uhmo myhkiyka E ghuf."
He smiles a bit to her though what he said was more for both of them then anything else. Before looking back at Cinaed who was beating himself up. He smiles more when she allows him to heal her however.
"Shepherd would you please aid me? My cures are not the most powerful spell in my repertoire."
While true he was sure he could heal the wound himself.....it was only for Cinaed's sake that he let him atone some for his supposed mistake. Once he has moved to do so or not though Klarran places his huge hand on her back compleatly covering the wound and a decent portion of her back with it and using his cure spell. Once he is done he stands up offering her his hand while the other starts to pick up the dropped fruit he can see in the area to hand to her.
"Femm oui pa ymnekrd huf?"
(Translation:"Will you be alright now?")
He smiles a bit to her though what he said was more for both of them then anything else. Before looking back at Cinaed who was beating himself up. He smiles more when she allows him to heal her however.
"Shepherd would you please aid me? My cures are not the most powerful spell in my repertoire."
While true he was sure he could heal the wound himself.....it was only for Cinaed's sake that he let him atone some for his supposed mistake. Once he has moved to do so or not though Klarran places his huge hand on her back compleatly covering the wound and a decent portion of her back with it and using his cure spell. Once he is done he stands up offering her his hand while the other starts to pick up the dropped fruit he can see in the area to hand to her.
"Femm oui pa ymnekrd huf?"
(Translation:"Will you be alright now?")
OOC Notes
The girl said something to Klarran, and Cinaed had to strain just to hear her speak, and noted the confusion on her face when he apologized. The Summoner furrowed his brow in mild confusion when his Guardian spoke. The explanation didn't quite satisfy his curiosity - nor his confusion - but it was all he was going to get for now, that much he knew. With a light sigh he glanced back at Klarran as the Guardian repeated - Cinaed guessed that was what he was doing - what he had just said in Spiran. "Shepherd would you please aid me? My cures are not the most powerful spell in my repertoire." the request confused the Summoner even more, but he nodded and let a little of his own magic combine with Klarran's for a healing spell, the chains on his staff tinkling lightly as if moved by a breeze that wasn't there.
"Is she all right?" he asked the large man as Klarran began to help her with the fruit she dropped when she fell. Klarran asked the girl something in Al Bhed, presumably what Cinaed had just asked.
"Is she all right?" he asked the large man as Klarran began to help her with the fruit she dropped when she fell. Klarran asked the girl something in Al Bhed, presumably what Cinaed had just asked.
OOC Notes
Lynn blinked as the giant man explained that Al Bhed wasn't the only language that he knew, and resisted cringing as both of the men healed her. She was a bit surprised that the magic healed all the scrapes on her arms, and looked over them for a moment, brushing back the sleeves a bit to glimpse the scabs there, as well as giving the other two a glance at just how thin her arms were.
As the large man started to pick up the fruit, she started to edge away, back towards the forest. She avoided his hand, bowing her head a bit as she carefully walked backwards, avoiding stepping on the piece of cloth that had tripped her. She blinked as both of the men asked if she was alright. It seemed like they didn't know that she could speak and understand both Spiran and Al Bhed. "Oac, E's veha...Thank you." She spoke just loud enough that the smaller one would be able to hear her without much problem, and then turned and darted into the forest again, moving much quieter than she had when she was getting chased by the Yellow Elemental.
Lynn's tension disappeared as she put space between herself and the two men, and she started to look up into the trees again, looking for fruit. She had left all that she had gathered where the two men were, and needed more for the next day or so. Still...she had to think of how to pay those two men back for their kindness...
(Translation: Yes, I'm fine...)
As the large man started to pick up the fruit, she started to edge away, back towards the forest. She avoided his hand, bowing her head a bit as she carefully walked backwards, avoiding stepping on the piece of cloth that had tripped her. She blinked as both of the men asked if she was alright. It seemed like they didn't know that she could speak and understand both Spiran and Al Bhed. "Oac, E's veha...Thank you." She spoke just loud enough that the smaller one would be able to hear her without much problem, and then turned and darted into the forest again, moving much quieter than she had when she was getting chased by the Yellow Elemental.
Lynn's tension disappeared as she put space between herself and the two men, and she started to look up into the trees again, looking for fruit. She had left all that she had gathered where the two men were, and needed more for the next day or so. Still...she had to think of how to pay those two men back for their kindness...
(Translation: Yes, I'm fine...)
OOC Notes
As the girl runs off Klarran sighs setting the fruit down by the side of the path incase she came back though its unlikely.
"She says she'll be fine. Its not surprising she ran though..... a Al bhed living on the fring of society alone who's normal interactions with Spiran's is to be hunted as a heathen of their religeon."
He lifts his symbol tilting his hat slightly with closed eyes. A few seconds later though.
"I am overjoyed however that you are not one of those men. Come.....your trials await."
He takes his hand off of his hat resting the symbol on his shoulder as he begins walking again. Though he didn't appear to be smiling he is happy that this summoner is not another blind yevonite.....perhaps he can change this afterall and won't be yet another Martyr to the chopping block.
"She says she'll be fine. Its not surprising she ran though..... a Al bhed living on the fring of society alone who's normal interactions with Spiran's is to be hunted as a heathen of their religeon."
He lifts his symbol tilting his hat slightly with closed eyes. A few seconds later though.
"I am overjoyed however that you are not one of those men. Come.....your trials await."
He takes his hand off of his hat resting the symbol on his shoulder as he begins walking again. Though he didn't appear to be smiling he is happy that this summoner is not another blind yevonite.....perhaps he can change this afterall and won't be yet another Martyr to the chopping block.
OOC Notes
The girl seemed somewhat surprised, and Cinaed watched silently as she looked at her arms, which seemed clear of marks and wounds. He was even more surprised at how thin she seemed. He felt like slapping himself. Living in the jungle probably didn't mean a good life. Which struck him that she was probably looking for scars or the like she'd accumulated over the years, or . . however long she'd been on Kilika.
The Summoner frowned when he noticed her moving slowly, cautiously, away. She said something in Al Bhed, which he didn't catch, she then shocked the Summoner by saying, loud enough for him to hear, "Thank you." before turning and bolting away into the jungle, making much less noise than when she'd run out of the jungle. He guess it had to do with her not being chased by a fiend at the moment. Cinaed nodded, "I think . . I think I saw that coming." he said, pointing limply to where she'd run off. "She seemed like she wanted to run from the moment she saw us."
"She says she'll be fine. Its not surprising she ran though..... a Al bhed living on the fring of society alone who's normal interactions with Spiran's is to be hunted as a heathen of their religeon." Klarran said, drawing the Summoner's attention. The Guardian lifted his weapon and continued by saying, "I am overjoyed however that you are not one of those men. Come.....your trials await." before he started down the path again.
"Yes, of course." Cinaed mumbled, following his Guardian. "Well, the way I see it, is that the best thing to do is not to antagonize them, and push them further away from Yevon. I never understood why the Maesters simply have not tried speaking to them." he furrowed his brow. "Then again, them not having a leader may have something to do with that." he knew that the Al Bhed were scattered, disorganized. At best they sometimes grouped together but never in large numbers. He presumed it was Sin that initially forced them into such a state.
The Summoner frowned when he noticed her moving slowly, cautiously, away. She said something in Al Bhed, which he didn't catch, she then shocked the Summoner by saying, loud enough for him to hear, "Thank you." before turning and bolting away into the jungle, making much less noise than when she'd run out of the jungle. He guess it had to do with her not being chased by a fiend at the moment. Cinaed nodded, "I think . . I think I saw that coming." he said, pointing limply to where she'd run off. "She seemed like she wanted to run from the moment she saw us."
"She says she'll be fine. Its not surprising she ran though..... a Al bhed living on the fring of society alone who's normal interactions with Spiran's is to be hunted as a heathen of their religeon." Klarran said, drawing the Summoner's attention. The Guardian lifted his weapon and continued by saying, "I am overjoyed however that you are not one of those men. Come.....your trials await." before he started down the path again.
"Yes, of course." Cinaed mumbled, following his Guardian. "Well, the way I see it, is that the best thing to do is not to antagonize them, and push them further away from Yevon. I never understood why the Maesters simply have not tried speaking to them." he furrowed his brow. "Then again, them not having a leader may have something to do with that." he knew that the Al Bhed were scattered, disorganized. At best they sometimes grouped together but never in large numbers. He presumed it was Sin that initially forced them into such a state.
OOC Notes
Lynn blinked as she spotted a small piece of wood in an odd shape, and picked it up to put it in the middle of the fruit that she was collecting again, figuring that she could spend what little free time she had in whittling on the piece of wood once she went back to her little home of debris. Thinking about that, she turned and started to head in that direction, having rewrapped the loose cloth that had tripped her around her foot while sitting up in the safety of a tree. She had a small smile on her face, a rather rare sight.
She was glad that the two men hadn't treated her any different from what she had seen Spirans treating each other, even after they had found out that she was an Al Bhed. She still really didn't know how to pay them back for helping her, but she would do what she could. And why had the larger one called the other a 'shepherd', whatever it meant? She hadn't ever heard that word before...
The blonde girl hesitated near her home, and carefully looked around before approaching her dwelling, a mass of broken planks that had been discarded from the docks of Kilika and leaves from the plants nearby. She crouched down and slunk through the hidden entryway to the tiny abode, and set her gathered fruit to the side before plucking up the piece of wood she'd found. She set it in the tiny patch of sun that seeped into her little home and stared at it, resting her chin on her knees. It looked like...something. She couldn't quite figure out what.
She was glad that the two men hadn't treated her any different from what she had seen Spirans treating each other, even after they had found out that she was an Al Bhed. She still really didn't know how to pay them back for helping her, but she would do what she could. And why had the larger one called the other a 'shepherd', whatever it meant? She hadn't ever heard that word before...
The blonde girl hesitated near her home, and carefully looked around before approaching her dwelling, a mass of broken planks that had been discarded from the docks of Kilika and leaves from the plants nearby. She crouched down and slunk through the hidden entryway to the tiny abode, and set her gathered fruit to the side before plucking up the piece of wood she'd found. She set it in the tiny patch of sun that seeped into her little home and stared at it, resting her chin on her knees. It looked like...something. She couldn't quite figure out what.
OOC Notes
Zaira scoffed when she saw something swish by in the woods as she trailed up the large, dirt slope to head towards the beach. She stared over off into the woods as she walked, but after no sign of anything, she shrugged it off and continued. She lowered her hands and gripped the sides of her guns in case something tries to surprise her. Her stomach growled once again, and she decided to walk slowly so that she might have a chance to encounter a fiend that she could eat. She mostly wanted a Dingo fiend, considering the amount of meat it had unlike a Condor or any Flan. She released the grip on her guns once her right side became a ledge and her left a mountain.
She reached the waterfalls and readied her weapons for combat. She knew many fiends appeared around this area, and she slowly crossed the mini wooden bridge, but became distracted by a locked chest underneath the bridge. Her eyes now contained a glint and she hastily put her guns away, and then climbed down slowly so she didn't slip into the rivers. She bent down to the chest and tried to open it normally, but it was locked. She growled and pulled out a lock-pick from deep inside her boots and unlocked it successfully.
She cackled and opened it anxiously and searched inside the chest to grab whatever what was inside. She sighed at what she received, "What? Just some cheesy potions and ethers? Like I even need these..." She stared at the items for a bit but stored them anyway. She looked up at the bridge above her and looked around for a way to get up. She had to turn around and climb up a dirt mount. She climbed up and as she reached the surface, a Dingo was present and snarled at her at her every move. "All right!" She cheered and immediately grabbed her her guns, performed a side-dodge and prepared for battle.
As the Dingo charged for her with its jaws wide open, she kicked its unguarded stomach and shot it a few times around the head. It refused to give up the fight and it darted to attack her feet. Zaira tried to dodge, but it snapped its teeth onto her right leg's ankle. She squeaked for a second, but instantly shot at it performing the final kill. She stared down at the dead fiend, hoping it didn't disperse into pyreflies, she took out a mini box-cutter and pinned its ear to the ground. She glanced at her ankle and saw that it tore her stocking a little, which she figured she would fix it up when she returns home. She stood up and found out that the Dingo's body was heavier than she expected. She sighed and grabbed one of its hind legs and began to drag it back to her hut.
She reached the waterfalls and readied her weapons for combat. She knew many fiends appeared around this area, and she slowly crossed the mini wooden bridge, but became distracted by a locked chest underneath the bridge. Her eyes now contained a glint and she hastily put her guns away, and then climbed down slowly so she didn't slip into the rivers. She bent down to the chest and tried to open it normally, but it was locked. She growled and pulled out a lock-pick from deep inside her boots and unlocked it successfully.
She cackled and opened it anxiously and searched inside the chest to grab whatever what was inside. She sighed at what she received, "What? Just some cheesy potions and ethers? Like I even need these..." She stared at the items for a bit but stored them anyway. She looked up at the bridge above her and looked around for a way to get up. She had to turn around and climb up a dirt mount. She climbed up and as she reached the surface, a Dingo was present and snarled at her at her every move. "All right!" She cheered and immediately grabbed her her guns, performed a side-dodge and prepared for battle.
As the Dingo charged for her with its jaws wide open, she kicked its unguarded stomach and shot it a few times around the head. It refused to give up the fight and it darted to attack her feet. Zaira tried to dodge, but it snapped its teeth onto her right leg's ankle. She squeaked for a second, but instantly shot at it performing the final kill. She stared down at the dead fiend, hoping it didn't disperse into pyreflies, she took out a mini box-cutter and pinned its ear to the ground. She glanced at her ankle and saw that it tore her stocking a little, which she figured she would fix it up when she returns home. She stood up and found out that the Dingo's body was heavier than she expected. She sighed and grabbed one of its hind legs and began to drag it back to her hut.
OOC Notes
Her helmet removed, the dark knight began to feast on the little meat available once again. The fire needed tending to, it's flames having gone down, and their was still a small amount of food to be shared between the two. With animal-like ferocity, the lizard tore away at it's portion while the warrior slowly picked at the most tender pieces. Even in the wild, even after a day without eating, she found that it was worth making the most out of these rare resting periods by savouring only the best. Being forced to swallow the most revolting of tastes would only be a negative factor in her reasons for traveling.
She would have taken more than an hour sitting there, had she been given the chance, but once again the natural silence around her was interrupted by a number of sounds. There was some scampering, the rustling of bushes, and the unmistakeable noise of rushing water that was gone before second could pass. Magic? The black plated woman got to her feet, leaving her food at her side and took a few steps forwards. The jungle was dense, but from her chosen point she could observe easily any passers by whilst still remaining hidden. Navris followed, once again scaling her side until he was perched upon one of her shoulders.
Through the branches and large plants he could her voices, and these voices guided her vision to a spot where he could see two men. One was clearly a summoner, or a mage of some sort, and his companion... well, there was no way of defining him. He was strangely large, and that was it.
It become obvious that there was a third participant in their conversation, someone either covered by the jungle's obstacles or on the ground. This particular person was being spoken to in a language that was quickly identified as Al Bhed. No time to worry about what Al Bhed were doing in Kilika's jungle, though. What mattered was the possible summoner, and testing his strength.
As she thought to herself, contemplating her next move, she saw the large of the pair bend down, and from his hand came the emanating glow of curative magic. Seconds later the shorter companion joined in on the spell, adding potential to it's effects, and after briefly exchanging words the healed one scampered away. Now visible she could be seen as a typical Al Bhed girl, with her blonde hair standing out from a distance, though she was far too thin, even compared to other Al Bhed she had encountered in terrible conditions. That, however, was not her problem, and as much as she would have liked to have helped, there were other things on her mind.
The summoner.
She chose to ignore the fleeing Al Bhed for now. Whoever that girl was, she wasn't going to be a problem. Quietly the armour moved, pushing plants aside until she reached the main path. From where they currently were she could not be seen, but as soon as they took the turn along that path they would find her standing before them in silence, menacing sword drawn, helmet on, with the miniature dragon sitting on her shoulder plate.
She would have taken more than an hour sitting there, had she been given the chance, but once again the natural silence around her was interrupted by a number of sounds. There was some scampering, the rustling of bushes, and the unmistakeable noise of rushing water that was gone before second could pass. Magic? The black plated woman got to her feet, leaving her food at her side and took a few steps forwards. The jungle was dense, but from her chosen point she could observe easily any passers by whilst still remaining hidden. Navris followed, once again scaling her side until he was perched upon one of her shoulders.
Through the branches and large plants he could her voices, and these voices guided her vision to a spot where he could see two men. One was clearly a summoner, or a mage of some sort, and his companion... well, there was no way of defining him. He was strangely large, and that was it.
It become obvious that there was a third participant in their conversation, someone either covered by the jungle's obstacles or on the ground. This particular person was being spoken to in a language that was quickly identified as Al Bhed. No time to worry about what Al Bhed were doing in Kilika's jungle, though. What mattered was the possible summoner, and testing his strength.
As she thought to herself, contemplating her next move, she saw the large of the pair bend down, and from his hand came the emanating glow of curative magic. Seconds later the shorter companion joined in on the spell, adding potential to it's effects, and after briefly exchanging words the healed one scampered away. Now visible she could be seen as a typical Al Bhed girl, with her blonde hair standing out from a distance, though she was far too thin, even compared to other Al Bhed she had encountered in terrible conditions. That, however, was not her problem, and as much as she would have liked to have helped, there were other things on her mind.
The summoner.
She chose to ignore the fleeing Al Bhed for now. Whoever that girl was, she wasn't going to be a problem. Quietly the armour moved, pushing plants aside until she reached the main path. From where they currently were she could not be seen, but as soon as they took the turn along that path they would find her standing before them in silence, menacing sword drawn, helmet on, with the miniature dragon sitting on her shoulder plate.
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"The Al bhed are not the first race to suffer from Yevon. Perhaps you will see this someday."
He continues to walk turning the corner and immediatly staring at the dark knight. He stops walking facing her before making a slight bow.
"For what reason do you stand in our way darkened one?"
He continues to walk turning the corner and immediatly staring at the dark knight. He stops walking facing her before making a slight bow.
"For what reason do you stand in our way darkened one?"
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"The Al bhed are not the first race to suffer from Yevon. Perhaps you will see this someday." Klarran said. Cinaed sighed quietly. He was used to his Guardian speaking like this, but it didn't make it any less irritating. There was a bend in the path ahead of them, the dirt road curving around, hiding the rest of the way behind a swath of dense jungle. The perfect place for one of the more intelligent fiends to ambush them. The Summoner looked back over his shoulder as he and Klarran went around the bend in the road, making sure nothing was following them. Needless to say, the path was vacant. Satisfied, he turned just in time to notice that Klarran had stopped, and managed to halt himself before running into the Guardian. Cinaed stepped to the side to see what it was that had caught the large man's attention. What he saw visibly shocked him. Barring their way was a figure donning full-body black armor, with wicked spikes jutting from the steel plates. In their hand was an evil looking blade with what looked like an eye in the center of the guard. And perched on the figure's shoulder was a black creature that Cinaed at first thought was a fiend. Though it was unlike any fiend he'd ever seen. His grip on his staff tightened as he eyed the newcomer warily.
"For what reason do you stand in our way darkened one?" Klarran asked with a slight bow.
"I have lived on this island for twenty years." Cinaed mumbled. "I thought I knew everyone who lived on Kilika. And yet today I learn that not only is there an Al Bhed here, but a dark knight as well." he shook his head. "Can we help you?" he asked, speaking loud enough for the knight to hear.
"For what reason do you stand in our way darkened one?" Klarran asked with a slight bow.
"I have lived on this island for twenty years." Cinaed mumbled. "I thought I knew everyone who lived on Kilika. And yet today I learn that not only is there an Al Bhed here, but a dark knight as well." he shook his head. "Can we help you?" he asked, speaking loud enough for the knight to hear.
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Re: [OOC] Final Fantasy X: Endless Spiral
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Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!! Adversary!!! PHOENIX DOWNNNN!!
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!! Adversary!!! PHOENIX DOWNNNN!!
Re: [OOC] Final Fantasy X: Endless Spiral
>>; I think so.... T__T Haven't heard from Adversary for a while.
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You underestimated the quality of the RPers that you managed to attracted, Adversary. :P Not to mention the idea is far to interesting to just let go.
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Wow. I thought this RP had died! The site didn't tell me that there was any OOC activity, that's weird. Alright, I'll try and post today. My dad's internet connection isn't the best. If it actually does continue then I'll go ahead and make the NPC sheet once I get back to a better connection.
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The moment Cinaed and Klarran start walking towards the temple I follow, if you want there's a reaction, then everybody laughs and we go and capture Ifrit.
Well, maybe we don't laugh and there might be a little bit of praying involved, but that's how I see things panning out at the moment.
Well, maybe we don't laugh and there might be a little bit of praying involved, but that's how I see things panning out at the moment.
Re: [OOC] Final Fantasy X: Endless Spiral
I'll see what I can do for a post then. Though I don't think 'I' can do much either since all I can really do is take them up to the temple since the current state of things is that they started walking. Not much to say.
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Really? I didn't think there was anything I could post. My plan was to let both Ninnaed and Klarran pass and then follow. Aside from watching Cinaed perform the prayer not much has happened for my character to react to.
But, if I'm the one holding this Rp up then I will gladly post at least something, even if only to get things moving again.
But, if I'm the one holding this Rp up then I will gladly post at least something, even if only to get things moving again.
Re: [OOC] Final Fantasy X: Endless Spiral
I really want to continue roleplaying this. >w<
I'm just waiting for others to continue on.
I'm just waiting for others to continue on.
Re: [OOC] Final Fantasy X: Endless Spiral
I think it fell cause someone didn't know it was their turn to post. I know I'm still planning on continuing, if possible.
(update on computer status: New one came! Just need to get everything set up the way I want it to and things'll be looking up!)
(update on computer status: New one came! Just need to get everything set up the way I want it to and things'll be looking up!)
Re: [OOC] Final Fantasy X: Endless Spiral
Hello all. Just wondering whether this is still alive or not. If this is alive, who plans on continuing? I really liked how this Rp was panning out, and I am quite curious as to why this all fell flat on its face for no reason at all.
Re: [OOC] Final Fantasy X: Endless Spiral
Heyy, I managed to find RPG on my iPod! XD so...Like Chae said my computer is dead. My mom and I are going to be looking to get me a new one, but it might take a little while. I've also started to take a college class, so my homework might also delay my posts. If I can even post using my iPod.
Re: [OOC] Final Fantasy X: Endless Spiral
Dreylen is going to be out for awhile she's been without computer for awhile trying to get a new battery for it only to find out that it was the computer not the battery that was dead. Don't know how long she is going to be gone for however.
Re: [OOC] Final Fantasy X: Endless Spiral
Yeah... I've been in the same situation as Adversary.. I'll make sure to get something posted today.
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I'm sorry that I haven't replied in . . two days. I've been visiting my family for the fourth of July, I'll post tomorrow; my battery is low and my aunt enforces a curfew. Sorry!
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Sorry I'm taking so long to reply in the Cinaed Vs Loraneva fight scene. I should have my latest post up in a few hours, and will try to be a bit quicker from now on.
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It's alright ! ^^ I'm going to have her hair get dyed again anyway.
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Sorry Hana.. I didn't realize your character's hair was brown lol. I should have paid more attention. Nice save though :)
