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Jaspon Morgan

"How many times? 'Mor-gahn', not 'Morgan'."

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a character in “Final Fantasy: The Chronicle Of Odin”, originally authored by ViviOrunitiaFF9, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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"Strength can be more than just a measure of brute physical force."





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Race: Human

Gender: Male

Nation: The Republic of Garrom

Class: Black Mage
Weapon Type: Mage's Staff (Staves)

Age: 18

Zodiac: Leo (jul 23 – aug 22) - Key Traits: Proud, romantic, charismatic, ambitious, self-assured, idealistic, cruel, conceited, childish.

Blood Type: Type O - Key Traits: Ambitious, robust, self-confident, vain, insensitive, ruthless, arrogant.



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Level: 4
EXP:

Attributes

HP: 92
MP: 78
P.ATK: 16 P.DEF: 13
M.ATK: 36 M.DEF: 20

Strength: 6/15
Vitality: 7/15
Agility: 6/20
Speed: 7/20
Magic: 10/25
Spirit: 7/25




Job and Magic Abilities


Level 1
Intuitive Magic
Though his primary powers are offensive, the Black Mage can use his command of the elements in more subtle ways.

Level 1
Fire – 7 MP

A burning sphere of fire rushes towards the target, exploding on impact. Fire inflicts (1.5 x M.ATK) Fire Elemental damage.

Level 3
Sleep – 5 MP
Clouds of light mist play around the target as the apparition of a moon appears overhead to shower soft starlight upon it. The target will sleep for 6 post unless hit at any time. If GM rolls a odd, It is resisted.

Level 5
Thunder – 7 MP
A brilliant bolt of lightning tears down from the sky, striking the target with barely-contained energy. Thunder inflicts (1.5 x M.ATK) Lightning Elemental damage.

Level 7
Poison – 9 MP
A frothing cloud of sickly violet bubbles swarms over the target with suffocating force. Poison inflicts (2 x M.ATK) Bio Elemental damage; in addition if GM rolls a 1-2, it is infected with condition of poision dealing 2x M.ATK over 5 post.

Level 9
Dark – 18 MP
A sphere of utter blackness launches at the target, dissipating into a dark mist as it strikes. Dark inflicts (3 x M.ATK) Shadow Elemental damage.

Level 11
Element Spikes – 16 MP
The target is surrounded by a shimmering barrier of elemental energy capable of solidifying into cruel spikes at the touch of a weapon. Element Spikes inflicts the Status Condition Element Spikes.declare which element the Spikes will be tied to – Fire, Ice or Lightning – when casting this Spell. It will deal 1x caster's M.DEF as damage once struck by a melee hit for 5 post.

Level 13
Water – 18 MP
Water begins to filter out of the air, forming a solid ball around the target that lifts it off the ground before bursting in a shower of liquid. Water inflicts (3 x MAG) Water Elemental damage.

Level 15
Rasp – 15 MP
Inexorably drawn by the lure of magical power, translucent spheres of violet energy spiral in towards the target, sapping all mana out of the surrounding area before rushing away. Rasp reduces the target’s current MP by (8 x MAG)

Level 17
Fira – 22 MP
A furious explosion tears through the air as a column of incandescent fire erupts under the target. Fira inflicts (4.5 x M.ATK) Fire Elemental damage.

Level 19
Thundara – 22 MP
Electric-blue thunderbolts crash into the ground, creating a deadly array of ball lightning to encircle all targets. Thundara inflicts (4.5 x M.ATK) Lightning Elemental damage.

Level 21
Fear – 30 MP
A sinister, screaming visage wavers into life above the target, letting loose a bone-chilling howl before fading away. If GM rolls a even when this spell is used. The target will be afraid for one post not letting him use any actions. Does not work on bosses.

Level 23
Zombie – 30 MP
The target disappears, swallowed by a wave of miasmic green smoke seeking to steal away its life force, If the target looks as though it survived he/she is now a zombie.. If he or she is a target of cure for example she'll take that much damage instead of being healed. This can be cured by Esuna. If gm rolls a 1 it will basically kill the target. does not work with bosses.

Level 25
Drain – MP 34
Blood-red orbs circle the target, growing larger and more livid as they draw out the very essence of the target's life; once full, the orbs return to the caster, releasing their payload of stolen vitality on contact. Drain inflicts (6 x M.ATK) Magical damage; the caster regains a number of Hit Points equal to the amount lost by the target.

Level 27
Bio – MP 44
A frothing cloud of sickly violet bubbles swarms over the target with suffocating force. Poison inflicts (6 x M.ATK) Bio Elemental damage; in addition if GM rolls a 1-2, it is infected with condition of poision dealing 6x M.ATK over 10 post.

Level 29
Osmose – MP 10
Orbs of blinding pink energy form around the target, growing larger and more luminous as they draw mana from the target; once full, the orbs return to the caster, transferring the stolen energy upon contact. The target’s current MP is reduced by (1 x M.ATK) MP; the caster regains a number of MP equal to the amount lost by the target.

Level 31
Debarrier – MP 30
A beam of dazzling blue light strikes the target, blasting away all protective magics in the blink of an eye. This ability does no damage but if the GM rolls 1-3 It cancels all Barrier-type Status Conditions except Shield currently active on the target.

Level 33
Firaga – MP 60
A colossal sphere of white-hot fire crashes onto the target, sparking a furious explosion that engulfs it in a cloud of ash and cinders. Firaga inflicts (7.5 x M.ATK) Fire Elemental damage.

Level 35
Thundaga – MP 60
A deafening peal of thunder rolls across the battlefield as lightning bolt after lightning bolt crashes to earth, trapping all targets in a sizzling sphere of electrical energy before dissipating again. Thundaga inflicts (7.5 x M.ATK) Lightning Elemental damage.

Level 37
Curse – MP 55
A sinister black circle materializes under the target, streaming multicolored lights and gases before winking shut. You can slow your targets down for casting speed.

Level 39
Stone – MP 65
Fingers of stone burst forth from the ground, snatching shut around the target in a shower of flying stones and dirt before shattering. The combatant is turned into solid stone: impervious to all damage and Status Conditions, but unable to make any Actions or Zero Actions until Stone has been cured. If necessary, the
combatant’s body can be carried by an ally until Stone wears off. Last 10 post

Level 41
Death – MP 80
A decaying, hooded figure emerges from the ground in a cloud of dark smoke, raising a massive scythe to cleave the target’s life force in twain before fading away with a blood-curdling laugh. If the gm rolls a 1 the target will die. Can not be used on bosses.

Level 43
Flare – MP 86
Globes of pure magical energy blast into the target in a relentless stream, setting off one chaotic explosion after another before rushing out again. Flare inflicts deals (9x M.ATK) Magical damage.

Level 45
Quake – MP 70
A violent tremor tears through the length of the battlefield, breaking up the ground into shuddering, crumbling fragments and yawning crevasses. Quake inflicts (8 x M.ATK) Earth Elemental damage; Floating and Flying targets are immune to its effects.

Level 47
Syphon – MP 70
Orbs of golden energy surround the target, growing larger and more brilliant as they sap at its vital and magical forces; once large enough, they return to the caster, dissolving in a shower of pale light. The target suffers (8 x M.ATK) damage, split evenly between HP and MP; the caster regains an amount of HP and
MP equal to that lost by the target. If the target has no MP, all damage defaults to the target’s HP instead.

Level 49
Pain – MP 85
Oily clouds of black and violet smoke engulf the target, obscuring it from view entirely. This can inflict Poison for (10xM.ATK), Blind and silence all over 10 post. Each status condition will be rolled seperately by the gm. All going by 1-3.

Level 51
Nuke – MP 115
Spheres of orange flame rush towards the target, engulfing it in an ever-growing explosion with the heat and fury of a newborn star. Nuke inflicts (10.5 x M.ATK) Fire Elemental damage; in addition, if the gm rolls a 1-2 It will inflict the Status Condition Heat (2). Dealing 6x M.ATK each post for two post.

Level 53
Venom – MP 100
A pool of vile ooze begins to form, steaming toxic gases as bubbles of liquid venom rise up to shower all targets. Venom inflicts (8 x M.ATK) Bio Elemental damage. If gm rolls 1-2 will grant the effect of Venom.

Level 55
Toad – MP 75
The combatant is turned into a slimy, croaking toad. While in this state, the combatant’s ARM and M. ARM are both reduced by 50%; all successful Attack Actions made by the combatant inflict 1 damage, regardless of Strength. This can be canceled by Esuna. The target can still cast spells.. This ability will not work with bosses and only last 5 post.

Level 57
Scathe – MP 175
A fiery agglomeration of rock flashes into existence above the battlefield, gathering fragments of onyx and dark energy to it before beginning its descent to earth, crackling with malevolent energy as it crashes down. Scathe inflicts (15 x M.ATK) Shadow Elemental damage.

Level 59
Doomsday – MP 175
A wall of dark smoke sweeps across the battlefield, cloaked shadows and glowing eyes visible through the oily tendrils before the dark scene fades away. Affected targets will be reduced to 0 HP, regardless of current HP, P.DEF or M. DEF values If the GM rolls 1-2. The gm will roll separately for each eligible target. Does not work on bosses.

Level 61
Meltdown – MP 150
A high-speed stream of heat and energy assails the target,
immersing it in furious, bone-searing temperatures. Meltdown inflicts
(13.5 x M.ATK) Magical damage; in addition, If a gm rolls 1-3 it will add the Status Condition
Meltdown (4). The targets P.DEF and M.DEF are reduced to 0 for 4 turns.

Level 63
Ultima - MP 250

An eerie calm falls over the battlefield as the sky grows dark, shading the combatants in blue and black. Only one sound breaks the silence; a single note, gaining in pitch as a dome of purest blue energy forms underneath the targets, growing outwards in an unstoppable, destructive rush that engulfs the area whole. As the sound reaches ear-splitting frequencies, the dome flashes out of existence, and all becomes still once more. Ultima inflicts (18 x M.ATK) Magical damage; unlike other Black Spells, Ultima is not affected by the Damage Cap and may exceed 999 damage.

Skills

ART - 19
Defaults Attribute: Spirit (SPR) Type: Learned
This Skill embodies a general appreciation and knowledge of the arts: painting, sketching, sculpture, architecture, and all techniques and practices associated with the like. A character with this Skill may create her own art, attempt to identify the works of others, or even forge an existing piece to pass off as the original.

DANCING - 13
Defaults Attribute: Agility (AGI) Type: Intuitive
A character with this skill can tell a waltz from a gavotte, and knows enough of the general etiquette and required steps to avoid mashing people’s toes in the process.

INSTRUMENT - 8
Defaults Attribute: Spirit (SPR) Type: Learned
This Skill allows a character to play, tune, and maintain an instrument, as well as giving him a repetoire of songs for any occasion. It is also used as a Weapon Skill for Instruments. (Do give the type of instrument if you choose this skill)

SINGING - 15
Default Attribute: Spirit (SPR) Type: Intuitive
While not everyone is born with the voice of an angel, careful training can make all the difference. Characters with this Skill know all about projection and range, and have at least a few melodies memorized at any given time.

COOKING - 21
Default Attribute: Magic (MAG) Type: Learned
Knowing haute cuisine may not improve one's reputation as a fearsome warrior, but when the alternative is another week's worth of dried meat, nobody's liable to complain. A character with this Skill knows how to prepare and identify all types of dishes with a successful Task Check. Often you can control this yourself but if a task check ever comes into play I'll let you know.

TRADE - 15
Default Attribute: Magic (MAG) Type: Learned
A character with this Skill knows her way around the art of buying cheap and selling dear. A successful Task Check can be used to locate merchants and shops in the immediate area, or can be used to appraise the authenticity and value of an item.

INQUIRY - 18
Default Attribute: Magic (MAG) Type: Intuitive
The location of an ancient tomb, an obscure local legend, the address of the nearest inn in town – characters with the Inquiry Skill are adept of digging up the information they need as quickly and painlessly as possible. One Task Check must be made for each piece of information the character wishes to locate; the amount of time spent searching can vary between half an hour and several days, depending on the breadth of resources available to the character. A failure simply means the character isn't able to locate the information and may continue trying, while a Botch means the information just isn't available – or that the search has ended in serious trouble. (I'll lead you through this as GM)

LANGUAGE: Common Tongue - 19
The standard Human tongue, lingua franca on most worlds. Most, if not all, adventurers will be fluent in this language to one degree or another. This Skill is given to all starting characters, regardless of Job.

LORE: Magic (Black Magic) - 23
Default Attribute: Magic (MAG) Type: Learned
Magic Lore gives the character a fundamental understanding of the principles of sorcery as well as the training to identify individual spells and enchantments. Further specialised by type: Black, White, Time, Spellblade, or Blue.

LORE: Folklore (Vidaria) - 21
Default Attribute: Magic (MAG) Type: Learned
An understanding of an area's popular mythology, ranging from ancient sagas to contemporary 'urban legends'. Further specialised by country or region.

ETIQUETTE - 16
Default Attribute: Spirit (SPR) Type: Intuitive
This Skill gives a character the ability to act and speak diplomatically regardless of the circumstances, observing and respecting the sensibilities of others. A successful Task Check allows a character to discern the most appropriate code of conduct in a given situation, and act accordingly; a failure results in the character misinterpreting the situation, with potentially disastrous results. Botches will almost always result in a diplomatic gaffe of the first order.

LEADERSHIP - 17
Default Attribute: Spirit (SPR) Type: Intuitive
A character with this Skill knows how to coordinate large groups of people effectively, be it in engineering, business, or battle. A successful Task Check is required to carry out a given activity, such as a construction effort, battle plan, or project. Multiple Task Checks may be needed for long-term collaborations. In addition, a character can use his Leadership Skill to motivate or encourage others; this does not necessarily have to be restricted to those under the character's direct control.

ALCHEMY - 10
Default Attribute: Magic (MAG) Type: Learned
Knowledge of compounds and chemical principles allows a character with this Skill to brew up a wide variety of useful mixtures, potions and tinctures.

CUDGELS - 19
Default Attribute: Agility (AGI) Type: Intuitive
This Skill covers weapons that inflict blunt as opposed to piercing or slashing damage, including Rods and Staves.

KNIVES - 6
Default Attribute: Agility (AGI) Type: Intuitive
This Skill covers smaller bladed weapons such as Knives and Ninja Blades.

RIDING - 13
Default Attribute: Agility (AGI) Type: Intuitive
A character with this Skill knows the basics of staying on and controlling a mount like a Chocobo. One Task Check is required to mount up and begin riding; depending on the conditions, additional Task Checks may need to be made during the course of the ride.

SURVIVAL - 14
Default Attribute: Magic (MAG) Type: Intuitive
A character with this Skill is able to locate drinking water, forage food and avoid natural hazards that could easily take the life of an inexperience traveller. One successful Survival Task Check is required for each day a character attempts to sustain herself in the wilderness; if the character is foraging for others, additional Task Checks may be needed. Survival can also be used to weather natural hazards. (As a GM – I will keep you informed of course)

SWIMMING - 13
Default Attribute: Vitality (VIT) Type: Intuitive
A character with this Skill has the training to float, swim, and dive in water and other liquids. Normal swimming requires a successful Task Check to stay afloat and get to a destination, while more Task Checks may be required for long or difficult stretches of swimming. Failed Swimming rolls leave the character in danger of drowning – he must make another Task Check with additional modifiers to pull himself back up. If he fails the second Test, outside intervention may be necessary. Botches always have disasterous consequences. Diving requires a Task Check if a character is attempting to reach a particular location underwater, if he remains submerged for longer periods of time, and if he attempts to take an action underwater.




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You may have all 3 but it will require some discussing upon the matter and these I will definitely have control over so no one has too much power in their background. Know these are some of the traits that required to be in your history too.
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Ally
Effect: The character has an ally – a partner, a mentor, a loyal servant, or simply a good friend – they can lean on in times of trouble. Specify who the ally is and what their relationship is based on when choosing this Trait.

For an ally, Jaspon fell under a mentor who's known as Mototo-Koroko, A tarutaru black mage who taught him personally, and took him under his wing as a pupil. He resides in Vidaria's tree or better known as the mage college, Studying and teaching others. He still holds Jaspon as his pupil and will assist him in all he can.

Nemesis
Effect: Overzealous stalkers, hard-headed military men with a grudge, purple octopi with attitude – whatever their identity, the character’s Nemesis just keeps popping up to cause trouble. Decide who the nemesis is – and why they are after the character – when choosing this Trait.

Jaspon had a good friend, a very good friend, when he was a student in the mage college. As the two studied together he always noticed him with a slight dark intention. This friend, now nemesis, was named Mauvalent Valtorie, a male elvaan black mage. As days passed he noticed his desire for power growing which was one thing a mage should never wish for and although Jaspon tried to stop him, after one final night he left the mage college in hopes of finding this power. He will no doubt someday see this fellow again, and perhaps he will be more powerful then Jaspon remembers...

Obligation
Effect: The character has to split her world-saving activities with another obligation – a sickly sister, the security of a small village, personal favors owed to a monarch. Decide the nature of the character’s obligation when choosing this Trait. This could go away depending on character/story progression. If you reach a point to where your character just wont move for whatever reason then tell yourself its time to make a new character...

Now he feels obligated to find his old friend and stop him in his tracks, wherever he may be, but at the same time, his mentor desires him to wonder the world and explore life as Jaspon improves on his magic.

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Charismatic
Effect: Whether it’s through good looks, riveting oratory, or blind animal magnetism – a Charismatic character has the uncanny ability to wrap people around her little finger in no time flat.

Eidetic Memory
The character is blessed with an unusually sharp memory, being able to recall almost anything read, seen or heard during the course of their life – even minute details are retained precisely and completely.

Divination (Black Mage Or White Mage Only)
Effect: The character can foresee tiny fragments of the future or inklings of a destiny yet to come. How the character derives this knowledge varies from person to person; some may use Tarot cards or palmistry, others swear by smoke and tea leaves, and others still see the future through natural talents alone.

Malady
Effect: The character has a minor ailment – shooting cramps, sleeping sickness, or generally poor health – that tends to incapacitate them at inopportune moments. This trait may go away later.

Jaspon suffers from a sleeping disorder, this being that he has frequent nightmares and sleepwalks - often into dangerous situations. Due to his sleep being interrupted with nightmares he usually has a somewhat sleepy expression on his face, sometimes worse or better than the normal face. Along with his expression, it can be a little difficult to stay focussed on casting his spell when he is tired causing it to terminate before he finishes.



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Appearance


Jaspon is an adventurous 18 year old standing at the typical height for humes of 5' 10", always being quite taller for his age, and weighing around 195lbs though this is primarily due to his past habits remaining in some form within his mind and the lifestyle he lives, that being of a Black Mage. While there have always been some exercises to keep Jaspon and his fellow Black Mage students who attend the Mage's College in Vidaria healthy enough, there is little more to encourage them to be overly dedicated to honing their physical attributes such as strength. Despite this, Jaspon kept in shape and exercised when he could find the time to improve his physical skills should the situation ever call on them, whether it be in a fight or carrying books for his mentor - and friend - Mototo-Koroko, the Tarutaru black mage who taught him personally after he showed strong potential for the subject. Because of this, Jaspon has stayed slim and his muscles adequately defined under his sun kissed skin, the tan betraying his half truth of being stuck inside reading books all day long. Jaspon has brown hair, slightly darker than Arc's, that falls to just before his shoulders and calming hazel eyes, which can often contrast with his temper. He is handsome enough in his figure and face to be noticed but does not overly flaunt it, though still is very concerned about what he looks like.

(There are some differences between the picture of Arc from Final Fantasy 3 and Jaspon's appearance, particularly that he is a lot older. Also, he doesn't have the freckles. Along with the differences just mentioned, the description above is also explaining the alterations).

Equipment-wise, Jaspon's is very similar to Arc's own in the picture. However, there are a number of differences. For example, the coat that he wears is a dark green instead of light and the scarf around his neck is a darker yellow. The white fabric areas are a dull, faded white in contrast to the bright colour in Arc's picture. The final difference from Arc's picture is that Jaspon has a dull red-purple top under his jacket mostly. Jaspon also has the black mage's hat (though instead of it being straight it folds over like Vivi's) but he doesn't wear it as often as people would expect him to due to the suspicious looks and distrust some have shown him in the past because of his magic. His mage staff is a basic wooden staff with a small crystal in the top where the wood branches out and spirals around to hold it.

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Personality


Being the typical Leo that he is, Jaspon Morgan has been known to be rather outspoken at the best of times, never one to let many chances go by without giving his opinion on them. Even if it is only to a friend or colleague. This aspect of his personality has landed Jaspon in much more trouble than he would have liked with both his fellow black mage, along with non-black mage, students of the Mage College and also his teachers and superiors. Along with this, his methods of getting a point across to someone can be seen by others as occasionally somewhat insensitive. Insensitive, but effective. This rather blunt, and sometimes childish, nature he shows often tends to push many away from him, whether he is meaning it or not, as he is mostly not afraid to speak his mind to people giving the most honest opinion he can (although given certain circumstances this could easily change to a degree, particularly times when good etiquette is key). He has lost potential and long standing friends thanks to his rather open opinion of them and their actions which lead many to believe he was intentionally trying to hurt their feelings, which was untrue, or that he was acting like he was greater than everyone else, despite the fact that they were doing something wrong or against the law (once he lost three at the same time due to defending a child they were bullying with magic). However, this aspect of his personality has already drawn many towards him, such as his own mentor, Mototo-Koroko. This being said, Jaspon is not harsh and blunt all of the time, nor on purpose for the most part. Not only does he have nothing to say on a topic many times, but he also is trying to change his ways a little. He loves that his personality allows him to be so open to people, but just once it would be fun to keep a friend for more than a few days. Although, Jaspon does know from experience and just plain common sense when it is best, put frankly, to shut up.

While many consider Leos to be natural born leader's, Jaspon doesn't always agree. Quite often he has seen himself as more of a teacher than a leader, someone to guide people to their full potential. However, he has many of the qualities within him that a leader would so his theory is a little untrue. Though, while he has the qualities of a leader, he doesn't often step up for the job, usually leaving it to others until his services are required. If something were not going the way it should or taking too long then he would willingly participate to help increase the workflow or keep it running smoothly. It's same with arguments and fights: if it does not seem fair on one side or if the fight is just going too far he will step in and try to quell the violent actions through magic or words. Along with these roles he takes upon himself, Jaspon is typically left with the bulk of the research and information gathering due to his many years having to search endless amounts of books and scrolls for the right ingredients or spells for the situation (giving him plenty practise in fast reading), and along with this skill he has a rather quick mind for connections and recalling knowledge (with the rare exception where the word or piece of information completely eludes him). It also help the sarcastic remarks he is very fond of using.

There are a few things that people, friends or not, also criticise about Jaspon's personality, and these are that while he is a strong black mage who is rather gifted in the art, he can sometimes have a little too much confidence in his own abilities. Jaspon is a rather confident man who is reasonably good looking and a strong mage, but his self-confidence reaches the point where most would consider it arrogant or even a little vain, despite how much he protests to the fact, on occasion, and is often a little too proud. However, there are many more positive traits within him to balance this out such as that he is passionate, romantic, ambitious and idealistic.

While some would consider Leos to be ruthless to an extent in their approach to a problem, this is where Jonathan's personality differs slightly from the traits placed on him due to the star sign he was born under. He is no more ruthless than any other normal human being, or other race. In fact, sometimes he cares a little too much about someone's feelings. Due to him learning to depend on his family and his past, Jaspon has learned a great deal about humility and relying on others in times of need. It can take a little time to fully gain his trust with some people, but when they do gain enough of it he becomes a little too trusting and always makes excuses for those who treat him badly and such. His one greatest weakness is those he loves. Even though he can be quite open and blunt about his views, with his friends there is often a gentleness that he only shows for the ones who truly deserve it making him one of the few people that everyone comes for advice or consolidation from. Trustworthy, with a good sense of what is morally right and wrong who will give an honest opinion in a gentle manner if required and willingly be the shoulder to cry on. His friend's are definitely his weakness. Not only because he would do almost anything for his true friends (who take his personality for what it is and accept it) but also because he is a completely different person around them, becoming even more caring than he usually is for those who need it and also more defensive, ready to give his in their place.

History


Born in the somewhat less fashionable areas of the Republic of Garrom on the 20th of August, Jaspon Morgan's life was a little difficult to begin with in some areas. His family (a cosy group of 5 including himself, his parents, sister and grandmother) never had enough money to keep up with the latest trends and areas of fashion while everyone else managed to, but they got by. His father worked as a soldier until not long before Jaspon was born, the only reason for him stopping being an injury in the leg that left him unable to walk far without support from a walking stick. His mother was a chef in the houses of the wealthier members of their society, as her mother was before her, which brought a good enough pay into the home to keep them going but left her looking tired and somewhat ill constantly, the long hours and hard work taking all other ounce of energy from her body. While his mother was out of the house, his grandmother, affectionately nicknamed Grams, was the one who looked after Jaspon and his sister, Memora. It is from her that he learned how to both cook and mix herbs into reasonable concoctions. While his skills in cooking were, and are, rather good, his mind understanding what to do at the right moment, the same cannot be said for his alchemical skills. There was a basic understanding of how to make potions or herbal remedies and creams and lotions, but he could never get very far in the area in the past. She always had a smile on her face regardless of whether he succeeded or not, but was rather strict in her ways or teaching depending on what it was for. When it was revealed that he was wanting to go to the Mage's College in Vidaria and develop his magical abilities in the form of Black magic, his family were a little apprehensive. However, after managing to convince them that he was not going to fall into the stereotypically negative view of the black mages that some have, his parents allowed him to leave to pursue his wish.

His life in the college was at first very exciting and fun as it was all new to him, but as the years went by his love for the place gradually decreased. Due to his personality and standing in society back in Garrom, he had never had all too many friends before the Mage's college in Vidaria, a trip that his family had worked even harder for to make sure he could afford the trip which left them in a tight spot for a while, but now there was a small group of people that was ever expending, as slow as it was, of his friends and acquaintances. Although, there were few closer to him than Mauvalent Valtorie, a fellow black mage of Elvaan decent. After meeting in Jaspon's second year there, the friendship which formed was stronger than most (though there were three or four people who came after that got even closer to him than Mauvalent). They studied together, worked together, fought together. He was even considering asking his personal mentor, Mototo-Koroko, a Tarutaru black mage, if he would consider taking on another student. However, he never got around to it given that he felt his mentor did not much like Jaspon's friend. In time, Jaspon could see way. The process was slow, but noticeable if one were to pay attention as Mauvalent slowly became corrupted by the idea of power, one thing that no mage should ever let happen to themselves. He would endlessly search books and scrolls in the library of the Vidaria tree College, often cancelling plans with Jaspon to continue his research, never telling him the true intentions despite his insistence. Jaspon finally decided that enough was enough one day as the darkness corrupting his friend had almost taken over him completely. The short confrontation that the two had, which involved a black magic battle and a hell of a lot of shouting, saw Jaspon as the winner, which surprised him more than Mauvalent (who seemed to be holding back, perhaps only because deep down beneath all that evil he still felt Jaspon was his friend and that he shouldn't hurt him) who was the more experienced mage. It ended with the both ceasing the fight, no longer willing to purposelessly attempt seriously injure the other. Despite everything Mauv had done for him in the past, Jaspon couldn't handle him, or what was happening, any more and told him then and there that he was cutting all ties with his old friend. Having nothing tying him there any longer, Mauvalent left that night as Jaspon watched from his open window, in search of the power he craved more than friendship. Jaspon dreads the day he will meet his old friend again. Not long after this the night mares started. It was just a few every now and then but the times they occurred steadily increased until it reached at least twice a week where it stopped, at least as far as he knows. The constant flow of fear in his dreams usually leaves Jaspon tired from interrupted sleep causing difficulty when casting some spells as he cannot focus on the casting.

Jaspon's family while he lived with them, and after, taught him many things and still try to look after him as if he were living with them, but the college also seems like a home to him as much as Garrom. He learn to dance from his sister (which she insisted upon before he left for the college and continued it after, while his mother taught him how to trade better and find the best deals on what they needed. But the college and his new friends also helped him to both learn new skills and develop his existing ones, such as his passion for art or his love for singing and music. Due to the exercises of the college and errands he had to run for the teachers there, he learned a fair bit about riding and swimming, along with how to use a weapon - namely his staff (though his friends at the college taught him how to use a knife to a small degree). And also how to survive in the wild.

The reason behind Jaspon's arrival in Alexander is because of his mentor, Mototo-Koroko. He felt that Jaspon had trained enough in the college and learned plenty from books or the teachings, but he had no real experience of the world and how to react with magic in it. And so, Jaspon has been sent to rectify this by exploring the world and gaining a little experience in the field, starting in Alexander.

So begins...

Jaspon Morgan's Story

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Alexander – Dawn Gate


"Come one, girl!" Jaspon verbally spurred the dazzling yellow chocobo on, the harsh sunlight shining down on them. The blinding rays reflected off of the magnificent creature's feathers causing Jaspon to avert his eyes while he keep his gaze locked on the entrance to his destination ahead. The pain he felt from the deadly light seemed to be assaulting his eyes ten-fold thanks to his late night escapades in the many corridors and rooms within the Mage's College in Vidaria, the nation he had just travelled from. Since the incident with Mauvalent, his friend from long ago, he had been plagued by traumatising terrors and sickening scenes every night, the twisted images ripping him from his dream state and back into the waking world as the moon reaches its peak. It is not a pleasant experience. But now was no time to think on it. He had been riding long enough.

Jaspon reached up as the wind surged past him with the increased speed of his chocobo, his brown hair and dark clothing whipping in the wind behind him, to hold his hat in place. His black mage hat, which he had been through so much with, was a symbol of the ridicule and hate that so many had given and shown to him. The top did not go straight up into a tall point, but instead the fabric was perpetually folded around half way and the side of the rim, the same one that did not stay flat like it should but curved slightly towards his face as if its very existences exhausted it, had been sewn back together at the right side when a stray spell ripped it open. Thankfully, it was only noticeable if one were looking for an imperfection of some sort. In all honesty however, Jaspon cared not how it looked for his hat was like him: neither were perfect for society, but were perfect for another like them. And that despite how many times it had been struck by stray magic, both by accident and on purpose from those who did not particularly like him at the college, or been in another situation where it should have been destroyed, it had remained in one piece. They were both prepared to be resilient to the end.

With his other hand, still gripping the weapon he had acquired which had equal significance as the hat, his staff with its gleaming gem held in place by the twisted wood at the top of it that was so dark a red it seemed almost to be made of blood, he wrapped it around where he could of the chocobo's neck area to stay. Jaspon had debated with himself about whether to wear that hat on the way there. In the end, he had decided to try it. This was a mistake he would not be making again any time soon. It was a nightmare trying to keep everything together and still on his person while riding the incredible beasts. Then again, here he was complaining when the very creature he was riding had to contend with keeping their rider on, along with whatever luggage they may have to carry along with it, while at the same time trying to avoid any and all monsters that could cause problems for their journey. Jaspon did not envy the poor chocobo.

Only when the sound of claws clicking against the creaking bridge could be heard underneath did Jaspon's chocobo, that he had named Scara for the ride due to a scar on her leg, slow to a gentle walk. When Jaspon had been told to choose a chocobo for the ride by the stable master back at the Mage's College, he had been encouraged to take one of the younger specimens as he would reach his destination faster. He had come close to doing just that too until he had seen Scara. Her somewhat duller feathers did not hold the same shine of youth that the others did, and she was considerably older, but this did not bother Jaspon. What really brought about his decision was when he noticed the scar on her leg that had a shape that slightly resembled his hat. Not many would happily take such an old beast for riding but she was perfect to Jaspon. If he could have taken the chocobo off of the stable master's hands, had Jaspon known of her before that day, he would have long before.

The duo halted half way across the bridge and he noticed the large collections of humes, Jaspon finally feeling some of familiarity with someone after so long in Vidaria, which was not primarily composed of humans. He straightened up on Scara's back and lifted his chin slightly higher. While the image was intended to be impressive, and he hopefully achieved this to a degree, the main reason for this was that there was no other way to see past the rim of the hat at the current moment. Jaspon swung his leg over the from the chocobo and touched down, though not before stumbling with the other foot and nearly hitting the floor. Using his staff to keep himself up, Jaspon straightened once again while trying to ignore the flames that had ignited in his cheeks. Thankfully, his blush was not very noticeable.

"Smooth..." He thought to himself sarcastically, the look from the chocobo reflecting this same thought. Jaspon removed his worn, brown fabric bag containing what little supplies and belongings he had brought with him from Scara's back and slung it over his body. It was a gift from a messenger back in Vidaria that he had become friends with. The single strap sat on one shoulder then travelled diagonally across the body before reaching the bag itself. So far, it was the most convenient object he owned.

He had been told by the stable master that she would know her way home well enough and that the journey back should be quicker without cargo. All Jaspon would need to do is feed her with the food that had been provided and give her some water before he could release her back into the plains to return home. There was a reluctance to part with the chocobo he had seemed to grow so close to over that past few days of riding together through the plains between Vidaria and Alexander. However, he had no other choice. His mentor's orders were to explore the nations and learn the ways of the world from first hand experience and not the accounts written in the many books that Jaspon had read through, starting with Alexander. Giving her everything she would need, and finishing the chocobo supplies in the process, Jaspon tucked away the reigns into a pocket-like area and stroked her wing.

"Be safe." He spoke with true kindness, something that humans, or other races for that matter, if he were to know them as little as the yellow bird would not receive so easily. He had become quite attached to the old girl, and it killed him to let her go so heartlessly, but he had no choice. His future lay here. If he were to ever need her again, or to ever return in the near future to the mage's college, he would be sure to see her again. Tapping her back gentle, he stepped back and watched as she gave one last glance then took off into the sun, her feathers glowing like angel wings. Jaspon waved to her retreating form before lifting the hat from his head in his left hand and positioning the staff in his right so it would appear more a walking stick. Albeit a very much decorated one with the crystal in the top. Reluctantly, he turned to his destiny.

In his younger years, growing up in the less fashionable streets of Garrom, there was a constant buzz of activity as the working class slaves tended to the richer employers. While they were not in fact slaves, Jaspon's family, it was a word his father had used to describe what their employers were attempting to turn them into. And his mother had not disagreed. Jaspon closed his eyes tight and turned his head away from the memories. Today was about the future, the path ahead of him, not the road behind. Memory lane had no place in his life today. With this in his mind, Jaspon continued down the bridge and took his first step into Alexander. A shiver ran down his spine as he crossed the barrier of the bridge between one nation and the other. A grin spread across his face and he continued on with a spring in his step. His adventure had begun.

Politely pushing past the people of Alexander here for what he could only guess was a festival of some sort, a vague memory of his mentor mentioning it - something about being concerned Jaspon may find it harder to navigate through the streets of this great nation. He would need to ask someone for more details before it was over. Sidestepping the endless sea of citizens in his way, Jaspon attempted to fight the current towards his salvation: an entrance leading into a much larger area. On the stone wall to the side was a weathered, but surviving, sign indicating that the path he was headed on lead to Upper Alexander. While he wasn't entirely used to the upper levels of a city yet, having only been through the better off areas of Garrom and Vidaria a few times, he couldn't wait for the adventure. Travelling through, he inhaled deeply and took in all the sights and sounds from his nation of travel.

Alexander – Upper Alexander


The busy streets of Upper Alexander were bustling with the early preparations for the festival that would be taking place, workers and people of lower nobility alike walking the same paths to achieve their desired outcome for the day. As Jaspon took slow strides into the city, his eyes wide in awe, he tried to take in everything that could possibly be absorbed in this short time. People of all races and nations barged and brushed past in the heat of the day, his presence barely acknowledged in the maelstrom. And in all this commotion and confusion there was only one thing that Jaspon could do, one thing his body would let him do. A constant flow of sights and sounds and scents and he could only manage to do one thing. Laugh.

A group of three viera stepped past him while a flock of TaruTaru had congregated around a low window looking into an elaborate alchemy store - which Jaspon made a mental note of with the plan of coming back to it - as he turned in slow circles, letting his eyes take everything in. A glint of happiness twinkled in his eyes, shining brighter than the reflection of the sun off the watery surfaces. He was final free. Free to explore and endless travel through the great unknown of the many nations in this land. His deep laugh rumbled out, but got lost in the crowd, the sound drowning it out before it had a chance to be noticed. Much what would happen to anyone foolish enough to stop for too long in the hustle and bustle. It was a dangerous crowd in one of the best areas of Alexander. In his euphoric moment of freedom, Jaspon had been walking backwards without realising and soon suffered the consequences. His somewhat toned, but slim, figure collided hard with another, pushing them to the ground and him tumbling after.

"Oh," Jaspon began, taking in the sight of the stern faced ageing hume woman whom he had sent to the floor with him. "I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." He apologised beginning to collect up her belongings which were now scattered on the floor, realising that this was no time for wise cracks or jokes, not with the face she was making towards his younger features. Without a moment's noticed, she snatched her items from Jaspon's hands rudely and exhaled in a violent show of anger.

"I could see that!" Her words were harsh and cutting. The woman's hair and clothes were dishevelled, countless stray strands sticking out in impossible ways. The bags under her eyes suggested she hadn't slept in a few days, no doubt stress related given her appearance. Suddenly, Jaspon began to worry that this festival or event of some sort that was scheduled to take place in Alexander that day was more trouble than it was worth. It wouldn't stop him from checking it out, however.
"Just watch where you're walking next time, child!" This was the woman's final remark as she lifted herself up and began to waddle away. He tried his best to hold what he wished to say next in, but in the end his blunt personality won the fight.
"Perhaps I'm not the one mostly to blame if you could see where you were going and still managed to hit into me. There is a lot of you to hit, but I'm pretty sure that walking backwards at that speed would not have caused the collision we suffered." She turned quickly with her eyes narrowed then continued on her way muttering curses over her shoulder.

Born in the surprisingly nicer slum area in North Garrom, Jaspon grew up learning to speak in the accent of his nation. Along with this he spoke what many would call "commoner language". When the teen moved to the Mage's College in Vidaria however, he began trying to refine his speech and turn it into an accent and speech pattern of the higher social classes. For the most part it worked, though occasionally it would slip back to his natural accent, which his mentor liked to complain about playfully whenever it happened.

He continued, idling for a good ten, maybe fifteen, minutes among those in upper Alexander, looking around for no real purpose. So far, he had yet to discover the reason behind the commotion in the nation but Jaspon hoped that he would find the answers waiting for him in the sector of Alexander named Central Alexander, a name he had just seen on a sign leading to this apparent area.

Alexander – Central Alexander


"Excuse me," Jaspon asked politely to one of the city guards a little further into central Alexander. "Could you possibly tell me what this festival is? I'm a little new here." The guard, just smaller than the tall teen black mage looked him up and down, getting an idea of whether he would have any chance at all. The careful inspection continue for a moment longer. Finally, Jaspon lost his patience. He brought the end of his staff onto the hard ground with force to get the guard's attention.
"Am I to get an answer, or aren't I?" He demanded, bringing a snort of amusement from the rough looking man.
"Sure thing, tough guy." Jaspon swallowed a retort to the mocking words of the guard. There was a time and place for these kinds of things, and now was neither. Instead, Jaspon lifted his hat and positioned it on his head and lifted the staff to a more casual position while the man explained in his gravelly voice.

"See those monsters in the cage's by the beastmaster's tent?" he asked pointing behind Jaspon and into the center of Central Alexander. Jaspon turned quickly and found the tent where many people were in a small queue to sign up, no doubt for this festival.
"Those creatures are released into the city. People sign up and then fight them. Simple. Even for you." Jaspon closed his eyes and fought the urge to turn and hit the armoured knight just to stop the mocking. Instead he just began in that direction to sign up for the event. It would be a good way to test his skills in fighting.
"I'd hurry if I were you!" Jaspon ignored the call of the knight, trying to resist the temptation to turn back. "Far as I can tell, you only have a few more minutes." Jaspon stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, he twisted his head around to look over his shoulder. A cackle of laughter erupted form the man at Jaspon's expression making him want to hurt him even more. However, deciding that now again was not the time, he turned and charged in the direction of the tent, pulling off his hat to stop it flying away in the wind now rushing past him.

The tent took him only a few minutes to reach, but this was still more than he had been hoping to lose. Jaspon waiting impatiently while a small Tarutaru that reminded him of his mentor somewhat wrote his name in rushed writing, the scrape of the quill against the paper sending an icy hand down his spine leaving his hair on end in its wake. With an overjoyed grin that even brought a smile to Jaspon's face, the Tarutaru ran off to his friends who had no doubt already signed up. The black mage stepped forwards with a pleasant smile and began to write his name in his elegant script.

Giving one last half-hearted smile, Jaspon stepped back and finally took a look around the tent. Mostly, there were groups of people who had signed up to fight in the festival. There weren't as many lone fighters, though a few were noticeable. Despite the size of the tent, there were so many people within. And they weren't likely to be the only fighters who had signed up. So many different ages and races of different walks of life.

On the third scan of the tent with his hazel eyes, Jasper's breath caught in his throat. One person in particular caught his attention. A dark knight stood beside a Tarutaru who didn't seem like he were going to stop talking any time soon. Jaspon had heard endless amounts of tales about Dark Knights and their powers, but he believed very little of them. What had startled him was the intimidating aura that the tall man had to him. The threat to the poor Taru did not help in the slightest. Jaspon moved back to the edge of the tent as he passed.
'I do not want to meet him again.'

Jaspon shook his head with a light chuckle and sighed. It had never been like him to be so easily afraid of someone from their appearance, but there was something about that man he did not like. Shaking his head again, Jaspon pulled his book from the bag at his side and opened it to his page, allowing himself to become immersed in the tales of magic, power and legend as he took a gentle walk outside to find a quieter area. He couldn't be entirely sure how long he had been reading, but a call distracted Jaspon from his book that signalled he would need to steel himself for the battles to come.

He replaced the book back in his bag and lifted the hat top his head once again. Fixing his clothes quickly and readying his staff. It was only then that Jaspon noticed the distinct lack of people in the area around him. Everyone else had left in search of greater vantage points to watch the competition take place. A nervous tremor built up inside Jaspon, but he only closed his eyes and calmed his mind in an attempt to smother his raging nerves. Readying his staff again, he waited for the announcer to inform all that had signed up they could begin to fight.

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Alexander – Central Alexander


Jaspon's breath caught in his throat as the countdown began, the woman's voice in the background shouting numbers to the waiting crowds and competitors lulling him into a false sense of security. Why he had decided it would be wise to enter such a competition he did not know, but Jaspon had to trust his gut for it had saved him from pain and embarrassment more than once. Gripping his staff tighter and fixing his hat to allow for greater visibility, he waited for the announcer to finish the countdown. When the last number had slipped past her lips, he began forwards with steady, but cautious, steps.

His first five steps were surrounded by an eerie silence that brought a chill to Jaspon's spine, icy fingers dancing on his back. The scuffle of padded feet and scrape of claws was the only warning Jaspon had before a force struck his side, claws swiping for his face. The unrelenting attack forced him back and nearly off his feet, but with one twist of his staff he managed to knock the creature from him. The Opo-opo dropped to the hard ground and glared up at him, two more appearing from behind it. This display that the Opo-opos were showing was mostly new to him. In Vidaria's Mage College, he had seen some Opo-opo occasionally, but they were always docile and playful. Not like this. Not vicious. Blood-thirsty. Jaspon lifted his hand to his head and touched a point just above the left eyebrow where pain flared regularly. As his fingertips came back down into sight, he noticed the crimson blood shining in the sunlight.

His right hand slid further up the wooden staff, closer to the crystal, while his left gripped further down, the wood now readied to swing if necessary. The leading Opo-opo's searing gaze bore into his and for a moment, his knees began to go weak. As the creature sprang into action, however, Jaspon's mind finally focused on the task at hand. Twisting the staff around from right to left, he swung the wood in what he hoped would be a decent attack. It collided with the monster with a thump sending it back, twisting through the air, to its allies. His opponent regained its footing and turned menacingly to him. He knew that alone, Opo-opo were of little danger for someone trained enough, but in a group they could prove deadly to even trained fighters.

Jaspon readied the staff again as the leader drew back to pounce but a blinding flash of light and force knocking him from his feet, hat and staff tumbling from his hand and head with him. For a moment, he had no clue what had happened. Then it suddenly occurred to him as the flickering flames of a fire spell danced before his eyes, remnant held n the fallen creatures. The other two had fled with the death of their ally, but the burning mess of Jaspon's opponent lay still before him, fur burning and charred. For a moment, despite the creature attacking him first, he felt a great sadness at the unneeded death, but he pushed this thought away. He couldn't feel bad for a monster if it were trying to kill him. If his father had taught him anything, it was this.

The teen looked up to where the spell had come from and saw for the first time the tall man with a smirk on his lips and his arms outstretched. Jaspon opened his mouth to voice his opinion about the man's actions, but the other got there first.
"Sorry, old sport. You took too long." Without another word, he vanished into a side street of people. Jaspon pounded his fist against the stone below him once in a short burst of anger and roughly pulled himself to his feet. Grabbing his things, Jaspon returned the hat to his head and slipped into the same side street the man had moments before. He had already lost time and still had no kills, and he was in no mood for coming last.

Alexander – West Alexander


Jaspon fell back against the ground, the staff in his hands only just lifting quick enough to catch the attack from the familiar grey beast now mere inches form his face. The teen pushed forwards with his arms, bringing his knee up into the creature's stomach, and managed to shove it from him. Though with great difficulty. As both found their footing, their eyes locked and a challenge began, both fighters daring the other to attack first. They circled, never breaking contact, before the wolf lost patience. It pounced forwards but missed its target. Jaspon, with a yell, slammed the staff down on the wolf's. Hardly damaging, but with some effect. Jaspon managed to keep up the tactic of dodge and strike for two more attempts of the wolf with some success, but his opponent was smart. It interceded his evasive jump, knocking the teen to the ground and his staff from his hands. Jaspon rolled onto his back and stared up at the wolf in horror, its teeth set in what seemed like a sinister smirk. His heart pounding and body trembling, Jaspon chanced a glance back at the staff. His heart dropped. It almost seemed too far for him to reach, but he had to try. Pushing himself back he began to crawl towards it, his body still facing the wolf as it advanced on his pathetic form. It took only a second for the wolf to catch up, but, despite his doubts, the staff was now in Jaspon's hand, and it suddenly occurred to him what he could have used without it. He aimed the crystal and felt his power surge towards, the heat and strength. Then, with one word, it ripped from the now shining crystal, like lantern-light at twilight.
"Fire!" Jaspon bellowed, still shaking in fear.

The wolf yelped as the ball of flames flew straight for it, the force of the spell as it collided knocking back a few feet. Jaspon lay stunned for a moment, the adrenaline and terror still coursing through his veins like a virus infecting his mind and body. When his mind caught up with what had been happening and realised what he had just done, killed a monster, he felt a mixture of joy and guilt. It was his first kill for the tournament. But he had just killed an innocent creature. Yes, it had attacked him as he slipped quietly from Central Alexander into the Western Slums, but it was not here by choice. It had not chosen to die.

Pushing all thoughts along those lines form his mind, Jaspon returned it to the matter at hand. His father had taught him better than to do this kind of thing. Jaspon pushed himself to his feet and, after grabbing his hat and discarded bag, turned his gaze on what was left of the mountain wolf from his home land, Garrom. The magical flames had burned through fur and skin, singing and scorching wherever it had not penetrated deep enough. The smell of burning and death was strong in the air, and so, with a muttered apology, Jaspon turned to find his next target. It did not take long.

After walking for only a moment, the teen black mage came across a collection of dead Opo-opo almost in a circle around a shifting figure. It was as if they were protecting whatever was lying on the ground amongst them. He stepped with caution, careful not to put his boot down on any of them. Soon enough, it became clear what was in the centre of them. An injured Opo-Opo lay squirming in pain, though making no noise. It was quiet clearly younger than the rest, though old enough that it was considered to be of fighting age.

The creature looked up at him with suspicion, but not fear he saw. It did not surprise Jaspon that the little Opo did not trust him after the way his family had been slaughtered. It was not a spell as far as he could see, but had taken them all down in only a few strikes, as far as he could see. Slowly, the Opo revealed the true extent of the damage. And he was beyond repair, at least as far Jaspon's abilities could go. For a moment, Jaspon did not understand why it did not resist him. But it finally occurred to him as his eyes took in again the sight of the massacre. Nodding solemnly, he moved forwards with his staff raised.
"I'm sorry..." He brought the staff down on it, slaying his second of the tournament. Even as dead claimed it, the Opo had shown no fear.
'If only I could be as brave.'

He shook his head of the sympathy for the poor monsters in the tournament, and replaced his hat on his head. Shifting the bag and readying his staff, Jaspon took off into the slums to continue his hunt, but with even more reluctance than he had first felt in the competition to kill.

Alexander – Central Alexander


The eerie quiet of the slums disturbed him. With this many monsters and fighters roaming the streets of Alexander, surely he should be hearing some kind of noise. But only silence greeted him as he turned into another side street. It led to a large clearing behind a group of buildings with many entrances.

As soon as he had entered, it felt wrong. He couldn't find any real reason to explain the sudden feeling of dread that swept over him, but somehow he could sense that this was not going to end well for him. It just didn't feel... safe. Too many entrances. I looked like the perfect place for an ambush. A scratching noise reached his ears and he raised his staff, looking about him for some sign of what had created the noise. Another drawn out scratch to his left made him jump. He was being played with, like a cat would with its prey. A blur to his right gave him a glance at the creature, and his heart stopped. If he was right, then what had found him was something that he didn't feel he could defeat. No more than a second later, a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness.

Jaspon took a step back and raised his staff, ready to fight if he had to. The black mage drew a breath in and took the hat from his head, tossing it to the side, and lifted his staff. The crystal began to glow red and radiate heat, the fire spell quickly becoming ready to cast. When the Verian Raptor, a creature Jaspon was yet to meet but had heard plenty of, came into sight and moved close enough, Jaspon forcefully shoved staff towards the creature and shouted the spell required.
"Fire!" His arm recoiled back as a ball of burning red light erupted from the end of his staff, the crystal's shine matching the spell's, and a wave of heat washed over the caster's body.

After his eyes had adjusted to the new lighting, he saw the Raptor, and his heart fell. It was not a smouldering carcass as he hoped it would have been. There was a burn all along its left side from his fire spell, but he had succeeded only in angering the beast. His heart stopped as it took a step towards him.
"Damn," he muttered. It charged him, but he was somewhat ready, swinging his staff in a powerful arc. The end struck the Verian Raptor hard but again was not enough to defeat it. He fell backwards out of the reach of the Raptor's attack. Jaspon pulled himself to his feet and swung his staff once more, though with desperation. It struck again and stumbled his enemy.

The sound of claws tapping and hissing echoed from an alleyway not far from them. He was right! It was a trap. Realising that he would not get out of this alive if he tried to fight them all, he drew readied to draw the staff back again. Before he could follow through with his intentions, a line of pain tore down Jaspon's leg. The Raptor's claws had managed to finally hit home. He swung the staff and managed to knock the Raptor away from him long enough to reach his feet and begin to flee.

Very much conscious of that fact that any second he would have a pack of Raptors after him, Jaspon hurried to the alley he had come from, grabbing his hat off the ground, and ran - at least as best he could while limping from the pain of his leg. The opening was in sight. He just had to make it a few meters further. The Raptors sounded far too close. He was going to die. He was going to be killed in a festival of all things! Even still, he fought his "fate", charging at the opening.

From the side of the entrance, a chocobo rider came into view, a rifle in his hand, and aimed past Jaspon. Taking the hint, he dropped to the ground and heard the gun shot. Taking a glance back, the other Raptors weren't far behind. He got to his feet and ran to the man's side.
"Go, I've got this." The teen hesitated, but the man only insisted. Nodding, he looked around to get his bearings, and began running for central Alexander. Hopefully, he could find some safety there.

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Alexander – Central Alexander


HP: 54
MP: 46


Jaspon tried desperately to catch his breath and push through the pain in his leg but it had overcome him. With slightly shaking hands from the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he parted the fabric at his legs and inspected the wound. It wasn't as deep as he had been expecting, hardly worth worrying about. It must have been the fear messing with him. He still had a slight limp, but it was much more manageable after a rest. Grabbing his staff from where he had placed it against the wall, he adjusted his hat to block the rain and continued onwards.

The sound of a resounding roar made him jump and raise his weapon ready for an attack that did not come. A woman's voice followed, along with screaming and yelling and running. 'The hell...?' he thought to himself as he began to move quickly, or as quickly as he could manage, to the chaos. He wove through streets listening for the more clues as to where he was heading. The sounds finally led him to the centre where a Cremiere stood with her weapon readied and waiting for a large grey beast which he did not recognise. Her small request for assistance to the participants went unanswered. Realising that this was no match for either of their skills alone, he lifted his staff.

Jaspon began to concentrate on his spell. The blood red crystal began to glow, flickering like the light of a candle, a warning for whomever the spell was intended for. He felt the power begin to flow through him, building from his core and pulsing out through his body into the staff. Heat grew on his hands. The crystal too emitted heat now, so hot it made Jaspon flinch as it came closer to his face. Drawing in breath, he focussed on the monster and willed the spell to hit. Gaining a better stance, Jaspon shouted the spell. "Fire!" He turned away as he saw light and felt the heat, praying it would hit the creature, and not his potential ally.

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Alexander (Central)– Town Square


Alsa could once again hear the clap of thunder in that moment. Rain poured down from the skies only to land and soak the premiere's cloths as she stared at the creature before her. The goobbue head roared as it leaned forward showing all of its teeth that had been filled with blood lust. The girl's grip tightened as she noticed the two civilians out of sight as well as much of the others. Alsa could only given a chuckle expecting this. Suddenly the creature unexpectedly began running at her and with a smirk in response the dragoon rushed forward as well only to hear what seemed like a male's voice yell out.

"Fire!"

She stopped to turned to see a quick mana conjured fireball flow towards then passed her, stopping on impact against the goobbue. The Cremiere's had followed the spell every second until collision. It was then when she turned around quickly in surprised as she could hear the goobbue step back roaring. She looked back suddenly to see the mage who had casted such a spell and blinked immediately. His clothing looked rather familiar to her but she didn't let that stop her as she seemed to find a chance of attack. The clinched her first as a blue aura suddenly surrounded her. She then closed her eyes only to open them as they shined blue. After slightly kneeling the girl leaped into the air, possibly 20 meters and dived down with her spear landing right on top of the beast (JUMP). As soon as Alsa landed the beast screamed in agony thrashing and moving about before reaching up, grabbing alas and throwing her to where she was throw in Jaspon's direction. Alsa hit the ground and tumbled to Jaspon's feet where she began getting up before wiping her feet.

"This thing…. he has a bit of fight to him…"

Beserk Goobbue
Level - 4
HP: 126 / 210
MP: 0
P.ATK/DEF:20/8
M.ATK/DEF:35/10
Agility: 6


Jaspon rolled: 52
Alsa rolled: 51
Beserk Goobbue: 02

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Alexander – Central Alexander


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MP: 39


The black mage had been building up power to release another fire spell. Before it could be completed, Jaspon watched as the beast threw the Cremiere towards him after her attack. He stepped back quickly as she crashed to the ground in front of him, rolling ever closer. When she finally stopped, she began to pull herself up and wiping herself down. He took a tentative step forwards and lowered his staff as he peered at her, the light and heat from the crystal fading away leaving them defenceless to the on-coming chill of the rain. He could see no obvious signs of injury.

"This thing…. he has a bit of fight to him…" she said to the teen. He gave a quick nod in agreement before his eyes looked back to the monster.

Letting power flow through him once again, he started forwards a few steps and positioned himself into a more stable stance. The staff in one hand pointed towards his target, his other hand aiming to with his palm, he directed the magic towards the staff. The crystal once again began to glow a dark red bathing him in its flickering light, radiating heat as if there was a real flame dancing within. Feeling the reassuring heat on his hands growing stronger by the second, Jaspon adjusted his aim slightly and smiled. He breathed in deeply and threw out his hand and staff further.

"Fire!" The hand and staff recoiled from the force created as the ball of flames blasted from him, his body pushed back forcing him to steady himself with a step backwards despite his stance to prevent it. Raising the staff to the beast again, and taking a step back towards the Cremiere and turning to her, he prayed the spell would find its target or they could be in trouble.

"Are you hurt?"

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Alexander (Central)– Town Square


The cremiere looked over to once she had got back into her attacking stance and looked over to the boy as she panted slightly exhausted as she looked to the beast before looking over to the boy who was shown to be conjuring another spell in the same stance as any black mage would. She recognized this stance when she had to join on Lancer missions in Vidaria which lead her to believe the boy was of the mage college. It wasn't long until he sent a ball of flame from both his hand and staff. She could feel the conjured heat as it erupted from the staff. Her eyes watched as the spell hurled blasting into the goobbue's face once more. The beast screamed in enraged and it was only then when the boy had asked the cremiere who was definitely ready, if she was hurt.

The girl shook her head before replying "Heh, was a good throw but I'm still good to go… Lets finish this…."

Another crack of lightning was heard in the distance, a few of the alexandrian's had came out to see the battle go further interested in the fighters who were conquering this beast within there walls. The cremiere took no mind to acknowledge them as she spun her lance in one hand before running up to the creature who charged her as well from the aggressive attempt in reaction. The Cremiere slid beneath the creature and immediately used her back before rolling herself up. As the beast began to turn around she immediately jabbed her spear into the side, hearing it roar in pain. The goobbue swung around back handing Alsa. The cremiere tumbled back as the hand of the creature knocked her back slightly before repositioning herself for the next move.

"Let's end this shall we!"

The crowd that had gathered roared as they knew it was about to fall soon.

Beserk Goobbue
Level - 4
HP: 74 / 210
MP: 0
P.ATK/DEF:20/8
M.ATK/DEF:35/10
Agility: 6


Jaspon rolled: 32
Alsa rolled: 82
Beserk Goobbue: 21

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Alexander – Central Alexander


HP: 54
MP: 32


A crowd had formed around the two as they neared the end of their battle with the beast, all gazing onto the group with anticipation for the final blow that would take it down. With a quick glance - as quick as he could afford to give in the current situation - he picked up some details form the crowd. People of all races and social status were watching them, roaring like the monster itself, cheering and calling to them. While it seemed to spur on his apparent ally - the Cremiere Dragoon - it only made Jaspon nervous. True as it was that they were likely to defeat their target, anything could happen that could tip the balance in favour of the monster. So much was riding on them. Perhaps, even, the safety of those now putting their faith and confidence in. It was an unsettling thought for the young teen black mage.

Pushing all of those thoughts from his mind with a slight shake of his head, the mage pulled the hat from his head and let it drop to his side. The icy downpour assaulted his senses, but forced his mind to refocus. Lifting his staff, Jaspon began to gather power to himself. The crystal bathed him once more in a sinister red light. His eyes watched the light flickering within the blood red gem like a real fire. The dancing fire within had always fascinated him more than anything about the staff. The familiar heat stung his palms and warmed his shivering body as it endured the rain. He held the staff out with one hand and narrowed his eyes at his target. With a faint smile, he let loose the flames with his verbal command of "Fire".

The staff once more recoiled back, stumbling him slightly, but he recovered quickly. The crowd gave a deafening roar as the burst of fire flared into existence and soared for the creature. His eyes once again looked up to them. Some watched him, still standing there after just casting his spell, the heat leaving him and his body once again shaking. Others watched the flames as they danced on their route to the creature. More still watched his ally. He still wasn't entirely sure what to think of her. He had only met her - if that could really be called meeting someone - moments before when she had been sent flying to his feet. Though, at that current time, he didn't really care of her character. So long as she didn't try to kill kill, then there would always be time later for them to introduce each other properly.

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HP: 32/66
Alexander (Central)– Town Square


By this point Alsa could hear the crowd around them roar louder then the rain that fell upon them. She couldn't even hear the sound of there spells and weapons clashing. Adventurers who could've been helping stood in awe as the two took the thing on but she really didn't care and wasn't about to call out to them again. She was too busy anyways with the burned goobbue. The girl sighed ready to end the creature and before long the creature once again became Engulf in flames. Finally seeing the opportunity the girl rushed over and leaped into the air swinging her polearm down gashing across the face of the beast who roared out and fell to the ground shortly after.

Beserk Goobbue
Level - 4
HP: 00 / 210
MP: 0
P.ATK/DEF:20/8
M.ATK/DEF:35/10
Agility: 6


(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etWoKUxz5NU lol)

As soon as the cremiere landed, she fell back and sighed as she rested upon the ground catching her breath. The crowd roared as soon as they saw the beast not moving. Some came to the dragoon but she only moved her hand as she mentioned for them to back away. Before looking over at the beast who seemed dead. The rain seemed to slow down becoming a mere drizzle and things seemed to lighten up as people clapped. She only guessed to some that this was merely part of the event but to Alsa, she personally didn't know what to think at this point. That thing just seemed too enraged as well as the creature being used as a display during the parade. She shook her head trying to figure it all out but suddenly the beast's body began to glow and everyone gasped and pointed. Some mentioning to look over in the direction. Alsa turned her head before moving her hair from her eyes as what seemed to be dark essence flowing from the creature's body. (Jaspon If you look over, you may recognize this from your training in the dark arts. Forbidden dark magic). Alsa the noticed as she stood and backed out of the crowd black robed man standing near the entrance to the alley way. She squinted slightly and what seemed to be as a soon as he was noticed he turned and walked away. This same man whispered speaking in Jaspon's mind. "You've grown strong... but..."

Alsa then began running towards the area to see whom this suspicious figure may have been but once she reached the entrance he was gone. It was right after this moment when suddenly the area had been shaded in darkness. Everyone in that moment noticed a big airship, very unusual in its size and the design was incredible to some eyes. Alsa looked up and noticed the ship heading west and it was only a short amount of time before it had went across the city only to disappear from ground level eye sight.

"What..in the world...?"




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EXP:1/5

Alexander (Central)– Town Square


Mobobo had been watching the events unfold and even did a bit of fighting during the tournament just to defend her own. She had no interest in the whole thing excluding when she finally made it to her destination (Central Alexander). The woman simply traveled searching for answers and clues and to this day she finally got something she asked for. Before the fight began, the taru simply followed the robed man silently observing and she did in fact see the possession of the beast but because the creature wasn't important to her. She shrugged it off watching from a far. It did interest her when she saw the two heroes fighting the creature especially when she noticed a family face being the cremiere, she never did meet the girl when it happened but someone even more so familiar was Jaspon, she never had him as a student or so but she did in fact know he was a student of the college. The girl observed there fight, feeling at times that the lancer needed healing but she didn't want to blow her cover quite yet.

It wasn't until the end of the fight when everything began, the woman walked out and some people gasped as they saw the cloak upon the tarutaru. They went silent as the woman walked passed everyone and looked up at the creature's dark aura lifting and depleting. The girl looked over to Jaspon and pointed. Everyone's head followed.

"You're a student of the dark arts... Do you recognize this? If I'm not mistaken this is forbidden which means obviously we have a rogue around here but that's aside the point" she said as she noticed the cremiere began to chase after the robed man. She then walked over to the boy.

"We should probably follow--" Suddenly the area became shaded as she looked up into the sky. Her eyes went wide as she noticed the airship which she had in fact seen once before fly above her.

"S-so... it is true..."

(Alsa and Jaspon have been granted a level)

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Alexander – Central Alexander


HP: 54
MP: 25


Jaspon jumped at the wall of noise that hit him as the crowd roared upon their defeat of the beast. He looked to the crowd trying to smother a grin badly. Soon he gave in to the smile and beamed up at the crowd and contestants around them applauding their win. He tapped his staff to the ground and ran a hand through his soaked hair before picking up his hat, shaking it off and looking to the Cremiere. She looked exhausted from the fighting. As a mage, he was used to staying in the back lines so it wasn't taking quite as much of a toll on him. He looked up into the sky and closed his eyes as the rain slowed to a weak drizzle, the gentle patter of tiny drops feeling good on his skin.

Returning his gaze to the Cremiere woman, he began towards her. He managed only a couple of steps before a dull light illuminated the scene. The body of their enemy was glowing with a faint light. In any other situation he would have passed it off as natural. But in the pit of his stomach he could feel that something wasn't right. His eyes lingered on the body as a dark essence began to rise form the dead body. Jaspon took a step back suddenly, his jacket whipping back, and sucked in a sharp breath which caught in his throat. 'Dark magic? But that's forbidden.' Just as he thought this, a voice whispered in his mind making his body lock up and icy fingers to travel up his spine.

"You've grown strong... but..."

The black mage looked around for what - who - he knew was near. He just slightly glimpsed the sight of black robes disappearing into the crowd. The Cremiere followed after him quickly. He frowned slightly watching the essence fade away in the air. 'Mauv... What are you doing?' Movement in his vision brought his mind back. A Tarutaru, only three feet or so in height, was watching the essence as it finally faded away before them, the light now gone. Her gaze suddenly shifted to him and her finger lifted in his direction. His eyes widened slightly and his eyebrows pulled together with worry.

"You're a student of the dark arts... Do you recognize this?" He nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but her words cut in before his. "If I'm not mistaken this is forbidden which means obviously we have a rogue around here but that's aside the point." He frowned slightly. Interrupting was bad enough. But interrupting after asking someone a question was just plain rude.

The Tarutaru stepped in his direction. She barely got her words out before a shadow passed over them. Another drop in Jaspon's stomach made him only feel worse about the situation. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his gaze to the sky. An airship, unlike any had ever seen, flew above them, temporarily blocking the rain. His jaw dropped open. A voice at his side made him look down.

"S-so... it is true..." the Tarutaru muttered. Jaspon frowned again, looking quickly between the airship and the woman. He was confused, to say the least. It was bad enough that he had to deal with his old friend. Now there was even more to handle. This was probably not what his mentor, the TaruTaru, Mototo-Koroko, had intended for him when he sent him off to Alexander to explore the world and gain some experience.
"If you don't mind my asking, Ma'am, what is true?" he asked politely. He needed more information if he were to do anything.

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HP: 104

Alexander (Central)– Town Square


Alsa, like the res of the town looked into the sky which had been shrouded by the dark structure among. The massive object that no one would know of other then those who lived over a hundred years or retain history well. The citizens of Alexander stood in awe, gasping and point yet she, the dragoon, could hear the crowd behind her although to the ears it rang of ruckus. Only a few questions and comments flew among them as the ship floated over them. It hadn't swayed her thoughts completely, however this only drove her to believe the three events were connected but "for what?" she wondered. The dark magic, the shrouded man, and the mysterious airship heading west were all floating over her head. Eventually she brought her palm to her head shaking it. The voices of the people weren't helping. Soon her hands formed fist only to tighten in frustration before looking back with her head slightly turned after lowering it and a sigh followed. Her body then turned to face outside of the alley way and she could see the guards of the city and some of the beast master guild representatives collecting the corpse of the beast and talking things over. It only made her scratch her head before making her way out.




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EXP:1/5

HP: 66

MP:104

Alexander (Central)– Town Square


Mobobo turned to look at the human and positioned her arms only to set her chin among her right hand's finger and had her left had holding her right arm's elbow. She did a humming gesture to the boy and only giggled. The woman did indeed have a want to express her joy in finding the information that she so desired but she was by no means going to give the information such as this to anyone. Let alone a "thaumaturge" (A student of the black arts) who just began an adventure. What the taru would do however would definitely be something she could entrust or ask perhaps.

"Well… There is a bit going on and I figured there had been a bit of trouble with a few rogue mages running about which lead me here… intuition seemed right once again. I do hope they taught you the difference between rogue mages and adventurers who are mages yes? Need'th I explain myself and those differences to similarities I will. Do not think just because I am Taru by the way, it is odd i do not speak as though I am one but aside and getting back to topic. There is little to be known even to me young one." Mobobo said as she looked and observed the scene. Watching the people as there attention was upon the ship that nearly seemed to be right above them at this point. It was getting a little louder then what she personally enjoyed. She gave an annoyed grumble but didn't express too much other then gesture for a second with her mouth. The woman then turned back towards the boy.

"Well let's join the girl shall we?" She said with a small clap before walking her way. Her hands gave a small clap as she walked passed the people which only a few looked towards the woman in that moment to see what it was about. The airship had passed over and the some of the citizen's were still stunned. People were still asking questions and guards trying to keep things civil and calm. It wasn't long until the small taru finally made her way out of the packed area. As she neared the alleyway she passed by a empty festival stall that held nothing of too much interest and a couple of guards talking among themselves. After passing by the two, they appeared to end there conversation as one ran into the other direction and the other walked towards the crowd. Finally the girl made it to close to the alley's entrance as she began to speak.

"Had I not witnessed it, It's quite a sight indeed! A legend reborn… quite a representing sight. Interestingly I had my own things to deal with and a lack of care, not to say you weren't important but to get back on topic. I would like to ask you… what did you see…?"

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Alexander – Central Alexander


HP: 54
MP: 25


As the Taru giggled, Jaspon's lips pressed together into a thin line. Pursing his lips, he turned his head away and tried to block her from his mind. He had more important things to worry about. Most importantly, Mauvelant. 'Why is he here?' Jaspon thought with a frown. 'Did he follow me?' Jaspon shook his head and tried to think. Before he could get far, a familiar, annoying voice drifted into his ears.

"Well… There is a bit going on and I figured there had been a bit of trouble with a few rogue mages running about which lead me here… intuition seemed right once again. I do hope they taught you the difference between rogue mages and adventurers who are mages yes?" Jaspon took a deep breath and fought with himself to remain silent, swallowing down a rude retort. 'No, they just sent me out into the world and hoped for the best,' he thought instead to himself.
"Need'th I explain myself and those differences to similarities I will. Do not think just because I am Taru by the way, it is odd i do not speak as though I am one but aside and getting back to topic. There is little to be known even to me young one." His eyes narrowed slightly. 'We're not going to be getting along, I can see it now.' Something in the way she rambled on and the little things she said just put him completely off of her.

"Well let's join the girl shall we?" the old girl asked him with a clap, not that he was getting much of a choice anyway as she began into the crowd. Shaking his head, Jaspon reluctantly followed her. As they walked through the crowd, he would occasionally look to the sky while his mind went through everything. Mauvalent was back. He had dabbled in the dark arts, though Jaspon could see no reason why. Mauv was already a strong mage, stronger than Jaspon. Why then was he so power-hungry? The mage shook his head and looked to the sky again. And he had been there, all the time Jaspon was fighting. He had been watching his every move, studying his weaknesses. And yet, Jaspon had not seen him anywhere in the crowd. The images of figures standing, cheering, screaming, all flashed through his mind as he sorted them based on race, job and social status. But not one matched his old friend.

When they finally reached close to the entrance to the alley, the black mage hadn't even noticed. It was only an irritating voice below him that managed to finally pull him from his thoughts.
"... legend reborn… quite a representing sight. Interestingly I had my own things to deal with and a lack of care, not to say you weren't important, "he rolled his eyes and looked at the alley entance, "but to get back on topic. I would like to ask you… what did you see…?"

Jaspon sighed at her question. What had he seen? Dark magic. His old friend, now enemy. A mysterious airship. He waited a moment before answering, his lips pursed, as he watched the taru, considering how much he would be willing to share with her. For her to get all the information she asked for, she would have to give him the information he had requested first. Drawing in a quiet breath, he spoke.
"I doubt my account will vary much from your own. I saw dark, forbidden magic, a robed man and an airship, just like the rest." Jaspon glanced to the Taru and back to the alley. "I'm not sure what the ship was for," he swallowed silently, "or who the man was... but I know that the magic he wielded should not be used by anyone with sense left in them." 'What were you thinking Mauv...? he though with a sigh.

Turning fully to the alley, he began towards it after the Cremiere, his strides long and determined. He doubted that his robed adversary was still there but the mage could at least ask the woman if she had seen anything to give him a hint. He resisted the urge to glance back at the three foot taru. If she had followed him, she would at least be more concerned with keeping up with him than talking. He smiled to himself, and continued on.

When he finally reached the dragoon, he lowered his staff further than it had been and held out his cleared his throat quietly to get her attention but not scare her. He stepped forwards and lifted the hat from his head.
"Greetings. My name is Jaspon Morgan," he said with a slight smile. "I was wondering..." he hesitated, then tried again. "I was wondering if I could take a moment of your time to ask about the man you chased."

Jaspon left the question open for her to answer as she wished. He placed the end of his staff on the ground and leaned his weight against it slightly waiting patiently.

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HP: 104

Alexander (Central)– Town Square


As Alsa made her way from the alley way she could only pick up on the words of the small Tarutaru, especially when mentioning the words "legend reborn". Its not like the cremiere had been completely bothered by being called out but she definitely did not want the attention. In a way as she looked towards the two walking towards her, she felt an sense of nostalgia but couldn't place her finger as to why. The woman seemed all to familiar yet at the same time she never met her but then it clicked in as to why as she noticed the robe being worn. The girl silently moved forward towards them as the question was posed.

"What did you see...?"

It seems the boy thought the question was directed upon him and answered it quickly. Alsa only sighed before speaking out.

"I believe she meant me..." She said as the boy lowered his staff. She never was able to observe the boy up close due to being in battle but the scent that the boy had was definitely of Vidaria. It only brought her to think that he was of the college. There is no other solution to this ideal especially when being so young. At least that is what Alsa thought that is. The girl tipped her hat slightly before re-adjusting and in that moment introductions began. The boy who identified himself to be "Jaspon Morgan" didn't stop although stuttered in hesitation to ask what she saw. The woman could only scratch her nose before turning towards the west only seeing the airship getting smaller by the second.

"Nothing... I can't say but It may had just been my imagination to see a mysterious figure walk off. Once I turned to corner he was gone. These events... I'm not sure if they were intended or not. I've never seen such a airship either which leads me to wonder if its a Garrom model. Technology seems to always be rising there" Alsa replied. She couldn't help but try to fit clues in. She herself knew that the Goobbue couldn't had been planned but the other two just seemed so unusual. The girl began walking pass them only to stop looking out to the crowd in thought.




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HP: 66

MP:104

Alexander (Central)– Town Square


Mobobo only sighed as the boy replied yet she did notice a few things when he began to speak. One thing was obvious that it did in fact affect him emotionally. She couldn't quite tell what it was though but these thoughts only halted as the cremiere began to speak. To the tarutaru, nothing that the cremiere said was useful. A mysterious if not a normal interesting style'd attire that could be foreign caught her eye and she caught suspicion among the crowd or else the man just didn't feel safe and wandered off. However it was the end that got her attention in the slightest for a man to simply disappear after turning the corner and goobbue's were not like the Malboros whom toxic breath will give you every daunting effect that even a white mage has to struggle to extract.

The woman was thinking to herself as they talked among themselves but couldn't quite pick out as to why the boy was so obsessed in this case. He is young and there is no way a boy of his age could be involved in such a person if not a rogue mage right? This was only what she was thinking until it may have clicked to her.

"I have a bit of a case on my hands. Thaumaturge Jaspon, what is making you so obsessed with knowing whom this person may be. Is there something you may want to clue us in on and why now did you come here to search for this person? Its not to pry personally but this bit of information may help me in the long run and to you dragoon if not both of you. I believe you are the champions of the festival, quite an achievement. How about we collect your reward and we'll speak about this further, although I can sense you two are rather cautious of my presence to the least although we have all been rather close. I feel there is a few things you will want to hear.




Alsa, Jaspon, and Mobobo walked to the stand which they collected not only a reward for the tournament but a reward for saving the city although they made it seem as if it was all in one to not stir up the citizens. The city relatively returned to enjoy the festival although the alley way had been blocked off to be under construction and repair. The three went to a near by tavern and sat down only for a moment in the far right to only to for the most part listen to what the taru had to say.

"For the most part, I'm glad you followed, I am Mobobo... however Introductions is not the reason I called. No.. the reason I am telling you two is because you two are the only ones who noticed something about this tournament else there'd be many in our position questioning these events. Even some of the other adventurers are frightened yet haven't noticed anything of these events. So what I will say to catch you up is that recently there have been a few rogue mages and I have taken it upon myself to seek out as to why." Mobobo began sighing in her seat as she grabbed the cup with both hands and rose it up to drink some of the juice given to her.

"You know, I don't know too much on this and I really don't think I should take any detours yet... It does rather interest me. Mainly what dawns me now is that the one legacy chosen White mage stands before us. Is this what the three mages have been dealing with recently?"

"Oh heavens no! I separated myself from the council and have been at it alone... The council holds me back from discovering the truth of what happens outside of our own world. We simply govern magic and strive to keep the source at balance yet, as a white mage i went beyond my duty and even driven young ones to higher potential and eventually I made- ... Lest I keep that from you two for now what comes now though is that --" Mobobo stopped suddenly hearing the doors of the tavern suddenly slam open. She turned her head slightly seeing four guards and it's captain walk in and suddenly call out.

"I hear the two adventurers and the former white mage walked into this tavern! Please reveal thy selves immediately!" He said loud.

"We are but right here captain" Mobobo said standing with a wave.

"The three of you have been summoned by the duke himself. We will wait for you outside to escort you" He said before walking out with the four guards.

"We best get to it.. don't want to stir them up yes?" She grinned the two.

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Jaspon looked away and sighed. She had a point. The information that he held may very well aid her if she knew as much as she let on about whatever it was that was happening in the world around them. He closed his eyes and sighed again. Was it really wise to tell her of Mauv? Would she think differently of him for being so passive with his friend? So blind? 'What the hell do I care what she thinks?' Jaspon barked at himself in his mind. She had appeared out of nowhere and expected him to just follow her like an obedient pet. She would soon come to find that he was not one to be irritated. He turned his eyes back to her and considered for a moment, taking in every detail of her and storing it in his expansive memory. As much as he wished it would be, this was no time to show her his true feelings. Instead, he drew in a breath and spoke.

"I wasn't entirely honest," he hesitated, "about the man. I do..." Jaspon sighed and corrected himself. "I did know him. He was a close friend of mine from a long time back, but... he started to be influenced by the idea of power and sought out a way of increasing his strength. I was hoping to find him again, to talk some sense into him at the very least if I could, but now I've finally accepted that he is beyond saving if he is so willing to turn to dark arts."

When the Taru suggested going elsewhere to discuss the matter further - which Jaspon guessed was more likely to be himself and the Cremiere listening to her as she babbled on - he happily accepted. Their journey was somewhat short, stopping only once for their reward. He accepted it with a faint smile and a sincere, but quiet, "thank you".

Jaspon vaguely took in what the Taru - Mobobo - was saying while he scanned the interior of the tavern over his tankard. the people within were mostly adventures of all ages and races. The details of each seeped into his mind and remained. Once again, he began to sort through every face in an attempt to identify his - now - enemy. He found no one even coming close to match Mauvalent. Sighing, he took a small drink, noting the possible exits. Just as his mind began to register and make sense of the fact that Mobobo had been in the council of mages - something he really ought to have realised - the door of the tavern burst open. His eyes fell on the armoured bodies of four guards and their captain. The latter called out for them. Before he could even take another breath Mobobo had leapt from her seat with a wave to thee group, revealing their position.

"The three of you have been summoned by the duke himself." Jaspon's eyes widened at this. "We will wait for you outside to escort you." The captain walked out, the guards following obediently.

"We best get to it.. don't want to stir them up yes?" Mobobo said through a beaming grin. With a roll of his eyes Jaspon grabbed his staff, hat and bag, and started for the door behind hind his companions. The Duke no doubt only wanted to congratulate them on their win and thank them for saving the city. Though, it could very well be something more. Perhaps someone else had seen and understood the dark magic. Perhaps that was what he wished of them, a report of the incident. It seemed more likely than to simply thank and congratulate them, something so small in comparison to other, more important, things. Regardless, it would most certainly be interesting to watch how the exchange between the Duke and Mobobo would unfold.

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Alsa and Mobobo quickly went to the exit of the tavern where they could feel multiple stares and glances of those enjoying there drinks. Alsa could hear a few whispers here and there but didn't bother to stop. In truth she had no idea what to expect or think at this point. To a minimal interest, she was rather curious of what the duke would want with them and what also got her was the fact that it was only a short while and suddenly the duke calls out to them. Perhaps he was close by? She grumbled slightly not as though anyone could hear it over the people talking. Mobobo on the other hand had been expecting such news especially when she's the one who made the appointment originally to begin with. It was on fortunate that these two were also asked to come along but she didn't quite see it as a hinderance. The small woman walked quickly ignoring the others and mind set on what she would open the conversation with when they made it to the duke. It only came so quick noticing they had just walked out of the tavern and were standing in front of the guard.

“Well let's get this over with, there is much to discuss” Mobobo said.

Alsa only shrugged obviously having no idea what it would be the duke would want. The guards quickly did a bow and began walking in the direction of duke's palace, assuming all three of them were following. The citizens stood clear of the guards and there followers giving more looks and stares curious of what could be going on. Children tugged on there parent's cloths and pointed curiously. Alsa just felt like jumping passed all of this and avoiding it all but knew she couldn't disrespect the guards of the duchy and needed to walk with proper etiquette. The walk was indeed a good one especially when they reached the stairs but eventually the sighs of relief came from Mobobo and Alsa when they reached the duke's palace and walked straight into the throne room.

“Ah! White Wizard Mobobo, I welcome thee to my palace, we're also quite lucky to have you be in our city when you were. To be quite frank I wasn't expecting all of these interesting events to take place but-” The duke began in a loud voice only going softer as the heros approached. The guards stood near the door excluding the captain who continued in front of them and then went to the side and out of the way.

“Yes, yes... I'm also glad you were free, listen and listen well for you are the mediator of the nations. I know you to also be quite a scholar which is quite fascinating and rather promising as the duke of this duchy – so you know what that airship was yes?” Mobobo quickly said.

“Yes... There was only a single picture in a book I have of fascinating airships of the war and fear grew when I saw that flowing over us and heading east... To catch you two up in case you were curious, that ship was known as “The Ark”. An interesting name isn't it?”

Alsa's eyes went wide as the name for some reason gave her chills. It was an indeed interesting name and rather powerful. Mobobo had a similar feeling although she did recall seeing It during the war but only turned her head to the side without speaking of it. “Terror” was the only word she could think when she heard that name however she did bring herself back to the conversation quickly and looked towards Alsa and then to Jaspon.

“Supposably, that ship was the very ship Odin himself rode upon and it was that very airship that nearly was our end. The craftsmanship of the west is incredibly destructive and it's the forbidden art of what you may recall from some of your studies, Thaumaturge. “Magitech”.

“What is Magitech...?” Alsa asked slightly interested because she never heard of such a thing.

“Its basically technology that infuses Magical energy to create weapons said to match gods themselves. Its corrupt however like any technology it runs out eventually. Interestingly, Magitech was used many many years ago but the war was so devastating and nearly destroyed an entire continent they had to put an end and regress. Besides that, Magic still goes beyond Magitech limits yet... thats only when we're together. We have our limits” Mobobo explained.

“Correct – the reasons I called you two as well is because I have a very important task for you. I did make sure to write a explanatory letter for your superiors and I wouldn't do this for just any task. Things have become very dire but I believe you three.. are special for the task. Listen, I need you to act as ambassadors and do what you can for our nations protection. At the least all I can ask of you is to deliver these messages to the three nations. I personally feel that goobbue was a threat and a warning that war is coming but I can not act without hearing from our three leaders.” The duke said lifting himself from his chair and walking towards the left window as his hands crossed behind his back.

“If only the leaders of light were here, they would be an amazing contribution to all of this... I fear Odin didn't die that day and there is something to this you know isn't there Mobobo?”

The woman sighed.

“I tampered in the past yes, but there are certainties I have to confirm before I make a concrete conclusion” She said.

“Well... Lets get this over with. Lancer guild is probably waiting for my return anyways...” Alsa said.

“You'll sadly be stopping in Ahn'veria I'm afraid young lancer. My personal airship is preparing as we speak, If you're fine with what you have heard then please have the captain take you to the royal port and talk to Cid”

The captain looked side to side with his arms crossed waiting to see if anyone had anything else to say. Mobobo shook her head and Alsa shrugged without saying another word. They then turned to Jaspon waiting to see if he had anything to say.

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“Supposedly, that ship was the very ship Odin himself rode upon and it was that very airship that nearly was our end. The craftsmanship of the west is incredibly destructive and it's the forbidden art of what you may recall from some of your studies, Thaumaturge. “Magitech”.

Jaspon's eyes widened at the word. First dark arts, and now Magitech? He closed his eyes and rubbed them with one hand, the other supporting his staff.
"Has all the sense graced to this world been abandoned?" he muttered quietly to himself, the end of the question flaring slightly louder as he pulled his hand away. Sighing, he listened to Mobobo explaining Magitech to Alsa, and the Duke's request. The universe would choose his first journey out into the world as a black mage to start a war around him. Why couldn't he have had more chance to prepare? He barely even knew any useful spells to defend himself with. As his frustration and panic began to build, a scorching heat formed on his palms, but it was painless. A red light washed over his as the crystal on his staff began to glow. He took a moment to compose himself, taking deep breathes, then turned his eyes to the staff. With a light tap on the ground, it faded away.

When he looked up, Mobobo, Alsa and the Duke were all watching him expectantly. For a second, he didn't understand why and squirmed under their collective gaze. Realisation dawned on him. He straightened slightly, standing to his full height. His eyes fell on the Duke. While most would be cautious of locking gaze with one of such status and power, Jaspon had little problem with it. He refused to be intimidated. Pursing his lips, he considered what would be best to ask. Wasting time asking many questions would not be appreciated by anyone, so one question that was more important than the rest would be his best course of actions. Nodding slightly, he drew in breath to speak.

"I have one question concerning the possessed monster we defeated," Jaspon asked, projecting his voice loud enough to be heard, but in a neutral tone, as if unconcerned whether he found out of not. "Do you have information on whom it was that was responsible?" If the Duke knew nothing of Mauvalent, then he would have more room to deal with him without interference. Mauvalent was his problem, and Jaspon felt that it was then his responsibility to take care of him if the situation called for it. The less people who knew, the better.

So long as he could actually deal with him. Jaspon shuddered at the thought, similar to how he had reacted to the Ark being named. And only if Mauvalent wasn't involved in whatever this was. Jaspon found it hard to believe that he wasn't - the evidence was damning - but there was still a small flicker of hope within burning strong. If he was involved, however, then he was everyone's problem, and Jaspon would likely have to change his stance on the matter. Deciding to worry about it if it came to that, Jaspon waited for the Duke's answer.

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"I have one question concerning the possessed monster we defeated"

Mobobo and Alsa squinted there eyes slightly with focus as he continued his question. They knew to a point that it had to have been coming. The boy had been quite focused on that since it all started. Alsa sighed and began to gesture with her hand raising it up before speaking but was cut off by the duke himself who was still rather calm and patient. It wasn't that the girl felt completely senseless towards the boy and his friend but there was no real way of knowing who the person was when he was so cloaked. The duke grumbled slightly pressing his index finger to his head.

"mmm.. No, I'm afraid not, in fact I didn't get reports of anyone suspicious. The only thing we can accurately determine is that It was indeed a Dark Magic user. One other thing we may claim is that he or she may be a agent of Odin's army. This is alas another reason why we're heading too the other nations because perhaps they may have more knowledge then we know." He sighed before crossing his arms in thought. The man couldn't help but move his hand over his blond waved back hair.

Mobobo seemed to be lost in thought when the duke answered the human black mage at the point but she didn't reveal anything until she noticed the silence. She looked among everyone in the room including the captain and only shrugged to hear Alsa suddenly begin walking out. The Taru couldn't help but wonder why this girl was so mysterious in her own way yet she could see that the girl did have some mild interest.

"I guess that is our que" the white mage said. The captain walked out the door opening them wide enough for everyone and shortly stopped seeing Alsa waiting in the hall. Everyone else seemed to follow behind excluding the Duke who had went back into his train of thought upon his throne. The walking order seemed to change as the captain was now in front of everyone followed by Alsa, Jaspon and then Mobobo. It had been a relatively quick walk as they walked down the elegant red carpet. They would be able to acknowledge the radiant warmth of the light as they walked down the palace halls seeing pictures of the previous dukes and famous heroes. Eventually they finally heard the engine from a far and it only grew louder. The captain bowed once he reached the door to the royal port and allowed access for the three to go on without him.

When the three went up the stairs that had been in there pathway. A relatively tall man, wearing engineer gear and holding a toolbox walked up to them.

"Oi! She be ready to take on the eight seas of hell and best the winds of Garuda when we begin! The name is Cid and I'm happy to be of service. C'mon over lads and I'll start us up." He said only seconds later look down seeing Mobobo with a rather mad face.

"Oh! My my lassy, My apologies. I didn't see you standing there! You folk are small and my eyes are becoming weaker as I age!"

Mobobo shook her head walking passed the rest of the group with a shrug. Alsa couldn't help but giggle yet at the same time follow the white mage. Everyone seemed to walk into the ship and only moments later It had taken off.

two hours later (Halcyon)


The elvaan city of Ahn'veria spotted Cid's airship from a far and the knight who was on watch quickly made haste to the Queen. She was in thought at first but quickly after a few seconds made the decision to get the infamous Mercenary Guild of there branch to come forth. Moments at the guild hall, Halcyon did see the royal knights come in with the order before talking to the guildmaster of that branch. She did catch some of it but couldn't hear it all. After they left he comes to you and explains that "you are to escort Cid and anyone on that ship to the Queen". Surprisingly you knew that this job would only be for the better to increase your branch's reputation even if its something so small as this and don't have a problem with it too much. Soon after two other guild mates join you for this escort and you quickly go out to the port ready. Some royal knights look at you with smirks or so but nothing with too much hatred. After waiting about fifteen minutes the ship arrives and you and your two guild mates walk up with a good amount of distance between you and the exit of the ship. When the airship stops and five minutes pass, everyone walks out in this order: Cid, Mobobo, Jaspon, Alsa.

Alsa sighs as she intakes yet another atmosphere, relatively cleaner then Alexander but definitely city based area. The cremiere stretched with her eyes nearly closing only to notice the three in front of them. "Eh... A welcoming party...?" She thought to herself. Cid walked up observing the three. A Mi'qote, A Roegadyn and A Tarutaru, all in rather standard adventurer attire.

"There be a problem with parking her ere? I only hope I didn't come at the worst time. Either way, I'm only the navigator. Who you seek are these three. I am afraid that we did catch a minor storm with the wind so I'll have to do some inspections but please do come in if there is a problem"

Alsa and Mobobo shook there heads. Even to Alsa it was obvious the man didn't know whom he was talking to and being recognized, he must have had to see that they were not of the royal army. Mobobo finally rose her hand walking out a little ways as she motioned Cid to return to his ship which he did.

"He is right though, Whom might you be exactly, you do not where the royal armor so I do have to ask this and another reason is that.... You stand in our way" The Taru said.

"She is right... You see we're in a hurry so if you're just looking to try to pick pocket. You best stand aside"

"No no! We're not thiefy-weefies! We came to escort you to the Queen! Right? Tell them Halcyon!" The male taru said near the Mi'qote. The galka was just silent but nodded with his hands in front of him obvious he had no intention or want to fight.

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Jaspon only nodded at the information. It failed to improve his mood. He had hoped for someway of saving his friend, but that spark within had been extinguished. It had withered and died at the Duke's words. 'So, he's working with Odin.' The teen was at least reassured with the knowledge that no one knew who it was other than himself. Not even Mobobo or Alsa. while he had given a little information, there was still some hidden which protected the identity of Mauv. Following the others, a thoughtful look on his face,
Jaspon let his mind wander to wherever to led to. His mind returned only briefly to smirk at Cid's comment on Mobobo's height before slipping back into his thoughts.

For almost the entire ride on the airship, Jaspon stood leaning on the railings, looking off into the distance and wondering why his mentor had ever decided to let him go off into the world. While eager to see the world, and experience magic in real life situations, he had tried, and failed, to convince his mentor to reconsider. Despite knowing he was ready concerning his magical knowledge, he didn't feel ready to take on the world. It just didn't feel like his time. Pushing his thoughts away, he instead focused his mind on the view before him until the ground once again came in to clear sight.

Ahn'veria


Jaspon stepped out after Cid and Mobobo cautiously to meet the strangers, his staff raised slightly, a faint glow coming from the crystal as his hands warmed. It was not a very reassuring sight, though they were currently equal in numbers. 'But are we equal in strength?' Jaspon asked himself with a frown of worry. After Cid left them, Jaspon stepped closer to Mobobo. She may be annoying, but as a white mage her fighting capabilities were limited so she might need some help if things got bad. He didn't relax, but lowered the staff slightly, it's glow still covering the mages.

"No no! We're not thiefy-weefies! We came to escort you to the Queen! Right? Tell them Halcyon!" Jaspon followed the man's eyes to the girl in their group. She didn't seem very combat ready, but he knew from experience not to judge someone's fighting ability based solely on their appearance. He narrowed his eyes slightly, noticeably, but not maliciously.
"Do you really expect us to take your word? We know nothing of you. How are we to know this is not some trick?" He wanted to believe them, but a familiar caution danced at the edge of his mind. The black mage readied his staff slightly, as subtly as he could manage given the situation and its warning light. If anything were to happen, at least he'd be ready. He awaited their answer.

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Noticing the group's discomfort, Halcyon took a step forward with her empty hands clearly displayed. "We no harm. We mercenaries from Ahn'Verian guild branch. Friend is telling truth. Our Queen asks you come and we get you there safe." Halcyon paused for a moment to consider the newcomer's positions. They didn't appear aggressive, merely defensive. She desperately hoped that this meeting would go smoothly. Already, townspeople thought she was a useless addition to the guild, being a small female. Perhaps she could display her diplomatic ability when dealing with travelers. "Everyone on ship come along, a man name..." she paused again trying to remember the name, "...Cid."

She glanced around the faces of the three remaining ship members, her face honest, gauging their aggressiveness. Halcyon swallowed hard, this wasn't the first time that she had an escorting missions. Those were fairly common for her. However, there was something different about this group in particular that she couldn't place. They seemed more important than the minor nobility that she had dealt with in the past. Their clothing mildly reminded her of travelers, but then again, Halcyon wasn't one to keep up with all of the fashions in Ahn'Veria, let alone in the other lands.

"Please follow me. We lead you to castle and then you go along with you plans." Halcyon smiled at the group, awaiting their reaction. Their defensive weapons were beginning to make the vulnerable Miqo'te nervous. The Mercenaries were to always be on guard, but she wanted to show them that they honestly meant no harm. Reaching for her sword now would only cause unnecessary alarm.

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Ahn'veria (Port)


Alsa began reaching towards her spear at this point squinting to the three in front of them. She wasn't sure what to think about this. They dressed merely like adventurers to her and seemed to have different sets of attire. The cremeire wasn't buying it but at the same time she never once stepped into this city, in fact this evening proved to be rather adventurous and full of unexpected events. It was only eight hours ago (real time) that Alsa stepped on to the steps of Alexander for the first time and now she finds herself taking a detour on the duke's behalf and much she doesn't want to stepping in Ahn'Veria. What a story she will have to explain when returning to Vidaria. That aside, she wasn't quite sure to be alert or just absorb the culture shock of the area. It began to click into her and wonders began stirring "Were there actual guards?". In Vidaria much of the protection of the city were divided among the scouts guilds and lancer guild. Could it be that she was merely overseeing such a thing and these were also the protectors of the city and peacekeepers? Alsa began retracting her hand from her weapon in this moment but didn't say anything towards them. Mobobo on the other hand was in thought on this as well.

The Taru by no means didn't expect a welcome party but usually It was by the Royal Guard. The taru held out her hand and shook her head.

"Well Hold on-" Mobobo began until suddenly hearing footsteps from behind her. Alsa and her turned there head's slightly seeing Cid walk out as he spoke.

"Ah! So that's who ye are lass! I thought I recognized ye. Haven't seen ye since you were a young... "Cub"? How Is old man Eberstark? I see he's trying to improve the Ahn'verian branch and I can only hope you were sent to be the leader!" He chuckled as he stepped in front of the three scratching his head.

"Cid..? Do you know these three?" Mobobo asked.

"Yes Yes! I'd say I've met them among my older days. It's been around twelve years or longer for this lass here. You've heard of the Mercenary guild ay?" He said directing towards the taru.

She scratched her head and frowned.

"Not exactly... well.. Its more like I just have no reason to pay attention to them... However, I have heard rumors of a branch having many failures. Perhaps this is it? This just makes me feel so much more confident in my survival through the elegant streets of Ahn'Veria!" Mobobo said with sarcasm at the end.

"Although..." She said walking up to the Miqo'te.

"I have a feeling this one... is actually a bit different from the other two standing.

Alsa rolled her eyes somewhat to her rude jest which she had been right but at the same time rather mean. She was use to it though, Mobobo was a very intelligent and blunt person which made her sarcasm come out all the more. Another thing she seemed to be right about was that this Miqo'te before them did have a different feel but she shrugged before speaking herself.

"you've yet to tell us who you are?"

"Ah! Her name... is...err..ehm.. Holly?! Yes Holly Right?!" Cid asked looking towards the Miqo'te pointing.

Alsa shook her head. It was obvious that the man guessed but what does she know for all she knew, it could've been right.

The taru next to Halcyon waved kindly "I'm Karoro" and the Roegadyn bowed "I'm Droc". Mobobo and Alsa only nodded. Cid saluted and then cleared his throat.

"Alsa" The lancer said.

"I'm Mobobo, A pleasure" Mobobo said. The taru crooked his eyebrow and went into thought placing his fingers to his chin. He noticed that she didn't speak like most.

"Listen lass, I'll need to work on me Airship and do a little maintenance before we head to the next city. If she is really in need of me, she being the queen 'erself. I'll go but for now please take these three for they are the ones who really need the 'tenttion. Oh and please be sure to make it quick. There is a bit at stake then normal" Cid said waving before walking into his airship once more.

"As he said, we are in a bit of a rush and he is un-needed for such a thing. I'm sure once the queen see's me. She will have a huge understanding"

"Let's just go and get this over with - Alsa said before walking towards the exit being impatient once more.

"Impatient as ever..." Mobobo said and everyone then seemed to follow along behind.

The walk was rather upsetting, Royal guards smirking yet most didn't care to even look. Over all and as Mobobo most suspected it was completely worthless having an escort through the city. One although there are more civil wars here then anywhere else, they are very kind to outsiders. Two, they were more then capable then defending themselves. They passed a bit of residence along the way, only to make it into the royal quarters which was far interesting to Alsa who the whole way seemed to be amazed by all the artistic buildings and castle ahead. Finally they reached the castle and were lead in by an actual royal guard, all the way to the throne room.

In which once entered they saw a woman sitting in her throne and what appeared to be a relatively young elf talking to her.

"Yes, yes... that is indeed valuable information. However, I'm afraid I need to decli-- Oh, my Olivert please go address and bring forth my guest... we may need to hold this discussion off for now..."

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HP: 121
MP: N/A





Jonathan hesitated, then lowered the staff, the crystal's light now no more than a dull flicker. There was still a lingering caution within him, but he felt that her words were genuine. He felt she was someone he could trust to a lesser or greater degree, at least in this situation. The exchange with Cid left him with a small smile. Following the others in, he allowed them to lead the the way while he lingered behind, viewing what he could of the Ahn' Verian castle. Everything around them was beautiful. But there was a distant doubt about this nation. A darkness hidden just beyond his view. Shaking his head, and passing it off as his tendency to panic, he continued after the others.

Now led by the royal guard, they entered into a grand throne room. At the furthest end sat the Queen. She spoke quietly with a rather young elf. Jaspon took a moment to take in every detail he could of the elf, then returned his eyes to the Queen. He couldn't quite determine what it was, but there was a growing feeling every time he looked to her form. It worried him. She worried him. Calling it paranoia again, he watched a she looked to them, whispered once more to her companion, then turned to the group. He moved his staff out of its position - halfway to battle ready - and willed the light to extinguish. It would not be a good idea to suggest a threat unintentionally. He waited for what would happen next.




Oliviert turned his eyes on the group approaching and swallowed down his words. There would likely be a better time to convince his Queen, and friend, but now was not it. He returned his gaze to her and inclined his head.
"At once, my Queen," he spoke quickly, turning with a slight frown. He began his walk towards the new comers with an appraising eye. A teenage black mage - no doubt a new adventurer, a Cremiere dragoon - who looked quite experienced, and a taru white mage, whom he recognised, but could not place. 'I'm sure it will come to me soon, when we are introduced.' Smoothing his expression into a charming, and welcoming, smile, he stopped not far from the group. He bowed gracefully, and then straightened.

"Welcome to Ahn' Veria, travellers. Her Majesty, Queen Sara'veilan, requests your presence. If you would follow me." He turned and began a slow walk towards the Queen. He had gotten on the wrong side of a Taru long ago by walking too fast for him to keep up with. He had no intention of making that mistake again. When he had reached the Queen, he gestured with his arm.
"May I now present, Queen Sara'veilan." To allow them to talk freely, Oliviert walked backwards out of their way, but close enough to hear and observe.