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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 23:29:29 GMT -8
"Raurimont Nix is an Elezen man who was born of Ishgardian parents whom he can't recall. He lost his home early on when he was taken for ransom but his parents never paid the kidnappers. Left with an obnoxious child and no money, they left Raurimont on the side of the road in Ul'Dah for dead. He managed to survive for several years within the walls of the city, learning about the ways of the world, and the nature of people at a young age. At the age of 12 Raurimont was skulking inside the Quicksand when he saw a familiar face. He couldn't place its origin but he knew it was familiar. He followed the man for several days, and finally the man met with a small group of others, all older male Midlanders. When he saw the group together he recalled being left on the path outside Ul'Dah, and he recalled the men who had left him there. His anger swelled, but was tempered almost immediately when he saw one of the men drop the sack he held over his shoulder onto the stone. Raurimont could see the bag moving and could hear small muffled sounds from inside. The Midlander he had been following reached down and slipped the knot out of the top of the sack, and from within a young Miqo'te girl popped out her head. She had a rag tied in her mouth, and she appeared to be bound by her hands and feet because all she did was wiggle inside the sack. The Midlanders began to speak, though Raurimont could not make out what they were saying, he only understood the laughter that was followed by the girl being pulled from the bag and stood up between the 5 men. She couldn't have been any older than Raurimont himself, with bright copper colored hair hanging down in a mess across her face and shoulders. Her hands were tied behind her back and her feet bound together. One of the men grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face close to his, and pulled the cloth from her mouth. He said something, Raurimont could still not hear them, but the girl appeared to be angered and attempted to headbutt the man, but was too hard restrained and so her attempts were for naught. The man retaliated against her violent attempt by punching her in the stomach and laughing.
The cruelty was a terrible reminder of what Raurimont had faced himself. He couldn't control himself any longer. He grabbed a lid from a nearby crate and charged at the man who he had been following. He ran quietly towards the man, but was seen by another of the Mindlanders and was kicked to the ground as he approached them. Them stomped as a group, Raurimont holding the crate cover above himself to stop the majority of their blows. While the 5 men tried to crush the young Elezen, the Miqo'te girl dove at the men and knocked two of them to the ground beside Raurimont. Ever the opportunist, he saw a small blade at the mans side, and before the man could regain his awareness after falling, Raurimont had stolen the blade from his side. With his new found advantage in hand, the raised the balde towards the feet of his attackers. The blade sunk deep into the tattered leather boot of one of the Midlanders who let out a pained scream before falling back to the ground holding his foot. Raurimont felt no remorse for his actions, these men would kill him if he felt any compassion for them. He raised the blade again, and when the man dropped his foot upon the crate cover, Raurimont met his blow with a strike of his own. Raurimont dug the now crimson blade into the calf of the his attacker, tearing the flesh from bone as the man reflexively drew his leg back, allowing the blade the tear its way down to his ankle. Now with only one remained Midlander, the one whom Raurimont had followed, kicking him with increasing vigor. He parried the mans next kick, sending his balance astray and causing the man to catch himself in a fall. Raurimont held nothing back as he rolled himself forward, digging the small blade into the shoulder of the man he had repelled.
His mind buzzed, flowing with clarity fueled by the adrenaline of combat. He turned to face the two men yet unwounded by the stolen blade. One had already fled, and he saw the man who's blade had been taken still on the ground, being battered by the Miqo'te. Still bound in hand and feet she was lying on her back raising and dropping her legs upon the head of the man who could do nothing but cradle his head to avoid her furious barrage. Raurimont stood, and towered over the now powerless man. The Miqo'te looked up and their eyes met, Raurimont taking notice of the girls different eye colors. As they did, the girl stopped kicking the Midlander, who instantly attempted to stand. Raurimont turned and put his entire body into swinging the crate cover and knocking the man into the nearby stone wall. Raurimont pinned the man to the wall with his shield. Even at his young age, the Elezen boy was almost as tall as the older Midlander man, and Raurimont stared deep into the mans eyes. He held the stolen blade against the mans throat and prepared to do the unthinkable. As his entire body clenched in preparation to do something he could never take back, he felt something soft and warm press against his body, it was much smaller than he.
Then he heard a small voice say... "Don't, just...please."
He felt the girl press his head into his back as she asked him again to stay his blade. He looked into the Midlanders eyes, he saw fear, but he knew it was not regret, just fear of losing his own life. The same man who had left him for dead years ago was now unable to say a word, unable to move, entirely at the mercy of the blade that was once his own. Raurimont then made the decision that still lingers within his mind to this day. He released the man from between the wall and his makeshift shield, and told him in a solid yet quiet tone, "Run."
The Midlander took the boys advice and fled, and Raurimont soon realized that the men around him had been calling for the guard ever since he had begun bringing them down. He could hear the shuffling of steel plate and mail as the Brass Blades made their way towards the commotion. Raurimont would not lose his life to the Blades over a Midlander who deserved his pain. He knew the girl would suffer his fate as well if she stayed. Raurimont quickly cut the girls bindings and grabbed her by the arm. He lead her down an alley into the main street outside the Quicksand. He turned left and saw the Blades approaching, and quickly molded himself into the commotion of the busy streets with the girl. Within a few moments that seemed to last a lifetime he had made it to the outskirts of the city walls where he collapsed against the wall. The Miqo'te stood above him for a moment as if considering her options, and proceeded to gently sit next to him.
Raurimont felt every muscle in his body release, he began to realize that he was drenched in sweat, his eyelids grew heavy, and he could no longer think straight. He was overwhelmed, he became lethargic and before losing consciousness he only remembers a soft voice worriedly asking, "Are you alright?"
He awoke in the same place outside Ul'Dah, sitting back against the wall. As he awoke he felt something pressing on his, pushing on him from the right. He turned to see a flare of copper hair covering his shoulder. The Mi'qo'te had fallen asleep next to him. He began to realize everything that had happened. He had saved this girl from the very same men who had once taken him from his home and attempted to sell him into slavery in Ul'Dah after failing to ransom him back. He could only assume that she too had been stolen from her home. He could bother her about his later though, as the Twelve knew she deserved rest after the ordeal she had been through for only she knows how long.
Ages later Raurimont and the Miqo'te girl Tora were travelling through the Twelveswood. Over the years they had grown inseperable, adopting each other as brother and sister. All that Raurimont cared about anymore was Tora, as she was his first family he had ever known, and she was the only person he ever met that he cared about. As they made their way through the woods on what his sister called an adventure, he considered it wandering for her amusement, they encountered an entity they couldn't comprehend. It was as if his mind was both silent and racing at the same time, he saw darkness and light meet and cancel each other out, only to meet again. Then, in the middle of this experience, he heard a voice. He had lost sense of the forest they had been in, he was now only aware of Tora, and something else he couldn't understand. He heard a voice call to them, and though he couldn't understand it, he could process one word in his mind..."Nix".
When he came to he was being shaken by Tora, who appeared the same, but her hair, once a brilliant bright copper color, was now silver, with only burnt hints at its original color streaking over her head. Her eyes, different colors, but with one message, she had felt whatever it was as well. It had dubbed them both 'Nix'. They decided whatever it was that had branded them with their silver hair and dubbed them Nix had done so without any malicious aura. So the two took on the name Nix, never having a family name of their own it was a gift to them both. They became the Nix Clan, though they were only the two in number, they bear their names with pride.
They recently went their separate ways, Tora choosing to stay within the Twelveswood roaming in search of answers about their experience. Raurimont chose to return to Ul'Dah as a sellsword and an adventurer.
Raurimont has little in the ways of social prowess, he often prefers to remained on the outskirts of conversation, thinking, only adding when he feels his input is required. Though those who have had the experience know that this cold common demeanor is easily broken by mention of his dear sister, which can bring a light to his eyes that one may not believe was possible for him. With his return to Ul'Dah he is looking for a place to call home, for those who he would call friends, and maybe even those who would be the few to truly understand him."
"After his split from his sister he became a sell sword for the highest bidder, rarely letting right or wrong dictate the jobs he took.
Then one day while the Ruby Exchange was bustling, as busy a day as any had seen in ages, he was asked by a member of the Brass Blades if he would like to join as a recruit. He was puzzled at first, wondering why he was chosen, before he noticed other guards approaching most of the men around him. Though it seemed like an odd instance he had but one question for the man, "What does it pay?"
A short time later he was a Brass Blade, they helped him refine his combat skills. He was no longer a wild fighter using only raw power and savagery to overcome his foes, he was now precise and thorough with every movement. What he did not realize was that the recruiting was not to bolster numbers to deal with increasing traffic in the city. As soon as he and his comrades finished their training, they were immediately sent to battle. Raurimont fought several small skirmishes with Garlean scouting patrols as he was lead towards a massive battlefield. None knew the impact of what was to come.
After the Calamity claimed the lives of everyone he knew, he returned to Ul'Dah a broken man. After bearing witness to such terror he swore to never be a part of war again, as the only fruit it ever bears is death. He began assisting peddlers outside the walls of Ul'dah who were taking advantage of the influx of refugees. This was too much for Raurimont in the end, seeing the victims of the Calamity only reminded him of what he witnessed. He left Ul'dah for Gridania, hoping to meet his sister there, hoping she was still well after the world was shaken. Upon arrival in Gridania he began to search for Tora, and it didn't take long for him to discover that she had left Gridania shortly before the Calamity. No matter where he searched he couldn't find a single clue as to where his precious sister may have went after leaving Gridania. He chose to stay, rather than chasing her, he would stay in the forest.
"She's stronger than I am, in more ways than one. I'm worrying for nothing."
He abandoned the city and left for the Twelveswood. He spent a short few ages living in the woods, hunting, learning to be at peace with what boils inside. In such a short time he managed to forget his rage, he lost his wallowing sadness, and he found peace within himself. He was happy to have regained a brighter view on life, though he could never shake his general distaste of the way everyone took everything for granted. He decided it was time to re-enter the world and he began to make way towards the city of Gridania. Upon his return he found a much more lively city than he had last seen. He did love the forest, but found that he had an odd niche, he belonged in Thanalan, roaming the lands outside the walls. So he chose to return.
On his long journey back to the deserts of Thanalan he made a joyous encounter. He wandered upon a group of hammerbills all grouped up and attacking someone. His view was occluded by the feathered backs of the birds, but he knew they needed help. He hadn't held a blade in years, and with nothing else on him he dropped his bag and charged towards the birds, leaping on the back of the nearest one.
"By the twelve why..."
He immediately realized he had made a mistake as the bird took off running away as soon as he had gripped its back. He was taken for a wild, if not very short ride before he was able to force the birds head down to the ground and it stopped before it rolled over itself and ran away. He could still see the flock attacking their target, and so he ran as fast as he could back to them. He ran full tilt with his head down, just hoping he was able to help them before the worst. As he ran he heard the sounds of combat, he could hear flesh being torn, the sounds of the birds striking, and...what sounded like repeated dull sounds.
As he got close he raised his head to see what he was approaching. What he saw was the furthest from what he expected. His mind painted the image of a poor soul, torn to pieces by the flock, limbs being tossed between birds, blood coating everything in sight. What he saw was certainly bloody, but it was the bodies of seven dead hammerbills, and a single blood soaked woman standing with spear in hand. Her cloak covered her entire body, it looked like it may have once been a dark green or brown, now tinted with crimson, and soaked through.
He slowed as he approached, he had no weapon and if the person attacked him he was going to have trouble dealing with them. What happened instead, was the person removed their hood, and the rest of the cloak, dropping it to the ground with a heavy squish. He couldn't believe his eyes, he even thought for a moment he may have been overtired from the long trek into the desert. Surely enough though, the person who dropped their cloak was a young Miqo'te female with unmistakable silver hair with very specific trails of burnt copper red. She turned her head towards him and as she did he saw it, The shining blue left eye, and the yellow tinged right eye.
"Tora! Please tell me I'm seeing this!" He yelled as he began to run towards her.
"Brother?" She quipped as she turned towards him appearing stunned.
He grabbed her around her waist and easily lifted her into the air. She let out a startled yelp as he lifted her but she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Brother I thought you were dead! I heard that you had gone away to the war...and then all of that happened...I thought I was alone!" She began to cry as he let her down to the ground gently. She wrapped her arms tightly around his mid section and squeezed him tight. He felt strained for breath but didn't dare stop her, she had believed him dead, she deserved to let her tensions go.
"I'm going back to Ul'dah, I've been travelling for a while since the Calamity, I spent some time in the shroud on my own, a lot of time really. And I'm sorry for worrying you, I really didn't mean to. When I came to Gridania I asked about you but you'd already gone..."
She began to release her tight hug, she stepped back and took a look at him. You've changed a bit, you're taller...and...is that from the war?" She pointed the scar he wore under his left eye.
"It is, but I consider myself lucky to have left with this mark as the greatest of my sufferings." He said calmly, she began to get that look on her face that she would get as a child, she had a question...
"Did someone get the better of you for once?" She asked, jesting as she had always told him his actions wouldn't go unpunished forever. If only she knew...
"Actually, if you must know, I got this from a feisty Miqo'te several ages back.." He lied in a boastful manner, he knew that if she knew the truth, that his shield arm had been broken after he attempted to block a piece of flying rock in the midst of Bahamut's rampage and had take a part of his face with it, she would only be burdened by the knowledge.
"Well that's not something I would have cared to carry knowledge of, thanks." The look on her face told him she knew it was a lie, she knew her brother, despite the time they had been apart she still knew he was hiding the truth. She didn't argue though, she simply continued..."Well if you care to conquer more of the world in your special way, why don't you come with me. I'm going to Gridania. I've been away doing some scout work, running letters, sharing intel between cities. I've also gotten a bit stronger in case you didn't notice!" She nodded towards the piled corpses of the hammerbills. She had gotten stronger, she no longer needed him, though he knew that any time she was in need she would have his aid no matter the circumstances.
"I'm sorry, but I plan to look into being a gladiator in Ul'dah. I would love to go with you, but those woods hold nothing for me right now." He almost regretted speaking the words, but knew he couldn't turn around. He had to continue.
"I understand. Well, maybe we'll see each other again soon. You better get nice and famous, then I'll come see you fight in the city!" She said, dragging her words as if she hated the way she sounded. "Raurimont...I'm glad you're safe. I'll see you later." As she spoke she began to gather her things from the ground and waved before making her way down the path, opposite the way he was going.
He stood for a moment, watching Tora disappear into the distance before turning to see the great walls far away in the distance...his future was awaiting within those walls. He knew that no matter what waited in his future, he would face it as a gladiator, a force for good, protecting those who need a shield.
He caught a carriage for the majority of the remaining trip, he welcomed the respite. He faced some odd folks on his way into the city. Eventually he was pointed in the direction of the gladiators guild. As he walked through the streets he knew that his destiny awaited, and he was going to shape it to his will."
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2014 22:46:15 GMT -8
((This is going to be a major backlog of Nix's stories, these are all in the past but I figure if anyone will enjoy reading them I may as well post them....so....enjoy!))
((Since Nix is a poor writer right now the journal will be hard to read at times, because he has terrible grammar and spelling. That being said I will also include small thought blurbs inside parentheses to illutrate the gap between what Nix is writing and what he is thinking as he writes. I hope you all enjoy reading it....))
i am writing this becus of mr Esumiyan. He said i need to write to get better. (I hope that by tempering my writing skills I will be able to advance myself as a conjurer, and thus I will be one step closer to being a Paladin...) I am going to write about things i see.
I met girl named Fram. She is alchemist, and like Tora. (Miss Fram, she certainly is a brilliant young lady...she reminds me very much of Tora, maybe that is why I tried so hard to protect her...to feel relevant again...) Ms Fram was nice, she talk to me. (I do believe she was the first of the Drifters that I met...)
i met lot people at gridania. Ms Kyndle made candy that made talking work wrong. (I really hate this! Why must I write such horridly penned words! I feel as if any were to read this they would think me a child or an idiot!) i met lot of people and ms Fram fixed talking. i met Mr Kalen too. He is smart like Fram. He was one who helped most with talking. I feel dumb because i did not have any way to be help. (Though nobody seemed to care much, I think they were all just relieved to have been rid of such a curse. I admit I did find some of the blabbering over the pearl amusing...)
we go to inn. All of us sit and talk and drink for long time. Ms Kyndle start trouble with alcahol in drink of me and ms Fram. i did not drink, ms Fram did. I met mr Dovan ther too.(Miss Kyndle was quite the trouble maker, and Mr Dovan simply reveled in such disaster. I believe such lively events may become common in my life, not that I would mind....) i felt thing being like they was with poor kidnap girls. i try to tell ms Fram i protect her. i got made fun of. (I believe my attempts to shield Miss Fram from the ill intent of the males around, and Miss Kyndles amusement at such, was misunderstood. Then again how would they know what I have seen, I would hope none of them have ever seen the life trades that go on. *shudders* It was too much a reminder of how they would intoxicate the girls to make them more agreeable just before they sold them....)
i met big roe, mr Klyn. He was like mr Kalen and ms Fram, he big but smart.
-Raurimont Nix
(That's it, I can only make myself appear a fool for so long! Mister E-sumi-yan may scold me if he desires but I cannot continue this practice, all it succeeds in doing is eroding my self-esteem! I will write more another time, once I can bear to look at my atrocious handwriting once again...)
*Nix walks through the streets of Ul'dah, his blade at his side and his armor coated with the dust of Southern Thanalan as he thinks to himself...*
...I wonder why things have become so restless lately. It seems like day in and day out the area around Ul'dah has been restless. I fear an event bearing much more consequence than mere combative brigands is on the horizon. I have to gather plenty of dried foods...I will be gone from the cities and towns for a good few days soon. I have been hired through to next week for several hunts. I prefer this right now, I would take many simple targets over a single difficult target with my current condition...
Miss Iliette was ferocious with that blade. I would not show it but even after several potions and Miss Fram's care I can still feel a sharp pain in my side. I would be a fool to face a powerful foe as I am.
That being said...she is certainly a woman of note. I had met her, well, right here... *Nix stops and looks at the small area outside the Quicksands where he had met Iliette and Xifang among others*
Then there's Miss Xifang...I only met her that once since long ago, I still do not know what to think, though I have reigned in my emotions and I have forgiven her the sins of the past.
Huh, I've met so many new people lately, like Miss Saachi and Mr Raku. Both who I really met at the hot springs...before Miss Iliette and I had our little match...
There is word of some special event in the coming days, I am curious as to if I would be welcome...
*Nix enters the Sands and requests a glass of water and whatever food the bar would offer for what he has in his pocket. After eating he approaches the innkeeper and rents his usual room for the night. He enters the room, quickly closing the door behind him and closing any curtains. He removes his armor, his muscles ache after a long day and yet his mind still races. As he removes the rest of his clothing he sits on the bed, kicking off his boots and pants. He lets himself fall back, his long legs still hanging from the edge of the bed...*
I do hope I've not offended anyone as of late...I've quite enjoyed he company of these Drifters and I think I could even call some friend...and to think...Miss Fram saw fit to hire me as her personal guard...I will not fail her...
*As this thought passes through his mind he closes his eyes as they grow ever heavier and he falls asleep, his mind still racing as he dreams....*
*Nix finds himself once again living his day to day life, but today he has been called by Miss Framboise Zakuro to meet her for his bodyguard duties*
*As he follows the Miqo'te he can't help but be amused, a single measured gait of his own is equal to several foot drops for the girl...He follows her into the Shroud...*
"Miss Fram? We are in very dangerous territory...what could you be looking for in a place like this?" Nix asks, curious but by no means judging her desire to come to this place.
* Framboise turns to face Nix, but as she begins to speak a group of soldiers flank them. Nix is tackled by several of them and held against a tree. He struggles against the men, they are strong but nothing save Odin will stop him from doing his job. He looks the men up and down...*
"Garleans?! Get away from us!" He screams as he kicks one soldier away and swings his now free blade arm across the face of one I the men.*
*Nix draws back his blade arm, and impales another of the soldiers holding him and he continues to fight to get to Framboise. He sees one of the men raise his blade to her and he charges from the men trying to stop him. He can hear Framboise calling for help over the pearl, and a reply...*
"I'm nearby! I'm coming!" Shouts a woman's voice....
*Nix raises his blade at a sharp angle behind one of the Garleans surrounding Framboise, slipping it under his armor and letting blood flow from the mans flesh. After the man falls Nix realizes he has lost his shield in the scuffle*
"You fool this is no time for mistakes!" He thinks to himself as he prepares to guard using only his blade.
*Three heavily armored men bearing lances charge at Nix as he stands before Framboise. His blade raised to the men...*
"You fool." Whispers a kind voice from behind him.
*Nix feels a sharp pain in his belly, he looks down to see the end of a long dagger protruding from his stomach. Blood pouring from the wound, the blade begins to twist*
"W-w-what....I...*cough*" Nix tries to understand what is happening. He turns his head, nobody else is behind him...Miss Fram...
*As his strength leaves him and his mind attempts to understand what is happening, a tall woman steps out from the brush, lance in hand...*
Nix sputters his words and coughs blood with every syllable, "Miss...Iliette...run..." He stares into her eyes as he speaks, his now filling with tears that begin sliding down his face.
"Run from what Raurimont? You're all we want." The words fall from Iliette's mouth with a dire tone. She raises her spear and begins to lunge at his chest....
*Nix awakens with a cry, still in his bed in the Sands, still alone...he grasps his chest before wiping the very real tears from his face. Every muscle in his body is tense, he can't help but shake as he begins to cry once again. His head in his hands, tears soaking his face, his muffled cries heard by no one.*
*Nix lies his head back onto his pillow after a moment, these dreams are not new to him, they have been common since he survived Carteneau. Only recently had Miss Fram and Iliette begin to appear in his dreams. Sometimes they killed him in horrifying ways...sometimes he failed as a protector and was forced to watch them face torture and death...*
"Why?" Nix's whimpers as he tries to fall back asleep, the moon barely peaked in the sky, he would face more terrors before night was through. He would continue to be tortured by his own mind forcing him to live the betrayal or loss of the first people he had ever really cared for in over a decade of life.
*He wakes in a cold sweat, the light banishing the terrors of the night. He bathes himself and dons his armor for another day making his living my the sword. He lets his mind rest at ease as he leaves for the lands outside the walls of Ul'dah, this time between waking and his next fight is all he will receive to put his own mind at ease. At least he could look forward to the feast where he could see his new friends, and meet more people...*
*The writing appears to be much clearer and easier to read than the previous entry*
Mr. E-sumi-yan said that my writing is getting better. I still have more to learn though. He just seemed happy that I stopped spelling things wrong and stopped writing in weird sounding ways.
So, I went to the feast the other night. Miss Kyndle did a very good job. There was food, a game, and the auction. Mr. J'enn and Mr. Silvan served food, I admit I was a bit too nervous to eat. (I can't believe I had to ask Mr. E-sumi-yan how to spell nervous.) There were a lot of people there and I didn't really know many. I met Ms. Fram there. Miss Iliette was there too (I wonder why she gets mad at me when I call her 'miss'.) I also met Mr. Fitzwilliam.
Miss Kyndle started the event by standing up on some boxes (I imagine it was somewhat required considering the girl is so small...) and welcoming everyone. She was joined by Mr. Kayle who also welcomed everyone. They all looked so fancy, and I was still wearing my armor...for once I felt uncomfortable in my armor. Like Miss Iliette, she was very pretty in her dressy clothes, Miss Fram too. All of the men in their nice clothes seemed to be more attractive than me too...
After the food Miss Kyndle brought us below the deck because it started to rain. We all played a game. I forget what it was called. (Something like 'truth and lies'...grahhh! I can't remember.) I had fun playing, but I think I played wrong, because Miss Kyndle got really mad and said I won. I don't know why she was mad at me but said I won...I was so confused. Miss Fram played too, she seemed sad. (She was most definitely not her normal self that night, though I do not know what it was that was bothering the girl...some bodyguard I am...)
After the game was the auction! I saved gil from all of my jobs and worked extra when I found out! I saw Miss Iliette in the papers Miss Kyndle gave me and saw a perfect chance! I would buy Miss Iliette and we could have a sparring match she couldn't say no to! I ended up usin all my money...and some more. Miss Fram and Mister Zacharee loaned me money to help me win...and I did! I won Miss Iliette!
Me and Miss Iliette and Miss Fram and Mister Fitzwilliam all met together after the auction was almost done. Mr. Fitzwilliam won Miss Fram, I'll have to keep a close eye on him...I don't trust a man of his kind around such a kind woman. He went to speak with Mr. Desmond...I followed him closely but I could not hear what they were saying. I hope nobody makes the error of trusting that man. (That weapon I saw was clearly Garlean, and he admitted to being a Garlean. The man is nothing but a looming threat...)
I left the party after with Miss Iliette, I brought her to the docks outside the 'Wolves Den' (Mr. E-sumi-yan says that is what the place was called.) I told her I was glad to finally have her alone and she turned red. It was odd, I was fraud we wouldn't be able to fight if she was sick! I don't know why she turned red but she was surprised when I said I wanted to fight but she still said yes. (Well, she didn't exactly say yes...I believe I scared her when I drew my blade and she began to fight seriously. I wonder if she truly believes that I would attack her...I would never bring harm to her again. The pain I caused is enough that I would understand if she hated me...)
She stabbed me hard in the arm. (I think the girl hit my bone through my armor, she never commits half way...which really isn't a bad thing!) I let her know I was simply having fun and she looked different. She helped me patch my hurt arm, such a good friend! We both said it was better to stop before things got bad. I went back to the party for a little, but ended up going home.
It was fun, I like these people.
Today was a good day. I met some new people! I met Mr. Albinox, I think I saw him at the feast. I met Mr. Project too (such an odd name). I also met Miss Rinrin. She seemed to like how tall I am. To a little Lalafell like her I must be a giant!
We mostly just talked, I think Mr. Project had a little too much to drink...he started telling same lady how much he loved her. (Of course he slurred every word that passed his lips, like serpent attempting a tongue twister rhyme.) There was another girl there for a small time. I think her name was...Mimiko? I hope I'm right.
Miss Rinrin did not take her eyes off of me the entire time. It was wierd. I'm not that odd am I? She even grabbed me by the hand and grinned (If the girl could speak I'm sure she would have said something a that moment...) It's good that I can read because she had to use magic to write in the air to talk to us. She said that Ixal took her tongue...(I'll have to return the favor next time I face one.)
She said she wanted to ride me like the Sultana rides the arm of the Flame General. I made her laugh by picking her up and putting her on my shoulders. (I declared myself her royal transport, she seemed quite delighted!) I thought she would have fun bein high up, so I jumped! She might have been scared, but she got to see things from even higher! I think she had fun.
I am meeting so many nice people lately...
"Hey! Get ready, cause I'm coming through Thanalan soon! We HAVE to meet!" shouts a pretty yet forceful voice through a linkpearl.
"I'm sorry, I'm away from Ul'dah for a time on business, I won't be able to meet you."
A high pitched growl can be heard from the other side of the pearl, "Well I know you're not in Gridania or I would have known!"
The elezen draws a deep breath and sighs before responding, "Look Tora, I'm just busy. I won't be able to see you..."
"Imp shit! What's more important than seeing me all of a sudden?!" Shrieks the girl.
He wanted to see her, he really did. He knew however, that if Tora were to meet certain people she would make trouble. Nix adored Tora, and although he didn't mind it himself, she was very possessive of her brother.
"Tora I'm so sorry, I will try to see you soon..."
"Oh no you don't you sneaky little sapling! I'm gonna find you and when I do we're havin a talk!" She shouted through the pearl, Raurimont cringed at the pain of her voice shouting in his head. He then spied a group of people he knew. As he entered the doors of the Drowning Wench he immediately recognized Iliette and Mr. Fitzwilliam. He saw some others he did not know so well. Nix approached the group slowly, not knowing he had left his link pearl on and the girl on the other end was getting told exactly where to find him...
After some time spent with his new friends Raurimont heard a strange sound from his link pearl. It was as if his surroundings were being echoed...but not exactly. Suddenly the realization hit him as he heard a voice again.
"I know you're here somewhere! Why are you even avoiding me?!"
His sister was close, and he feared what would occur if she met the people he had become friendly with. He quickly excused himself and ran to the innkeeper, renting a room and dashing up the stairs and out of sight. Not a moment later a young girl walked into the bar, she scanned the entire place back and forth several times. She even began to run around as if looking for something.
She was a pretty Miqo'te woman with silver hair that contained streaks of dark red. Her eyes shined, one yellow and one blue, they darted across the room. She wore combat armor, a set made of leather and chain with heavy mitts, and a large iron lance strapped to her person.
She ran from group to group in the bar until she found one that reacted perfectly to her. She ran at them and asked if they had seen an Elezen with silver hair, one man said no, and a looming Elezen woman told her what she wanted to hear.
"What do you want with him?"
With that Tora knew he was nearby. She handled the situation much as she always had, and she ended up in a violent clash with the Elezen woman. Unknown to her brother, Tora had gained a habit of starting fights. Perhaps better to say she always had the habit, but in the last several years without Raurimont around to stop her, she began to actually fight. Some short time later Tora was sitting in the Wench with the company of another Miqo'te girl, the Elezen woman, and a Hyur man. Tora was trying to gather herself after the scuffle when the new Miqo'te called Nuru offered her a drink and put a small amount of medicine in it.
Tora became horrified, were these people only getting close to Raurimont to capture the both? She screamed and dragged herself across the floor, unable to properly walk due to a serious leg injury. She dragged herself a short distance from the seat before she could no longer move herself. All she could do now was scream and beg. She would kill herself before she was taken as a slave again, she witnessed first hand what Miqo'te women were used for as slaves on the market. She hoped her cries would garner aid, though none came. She soon began to feel light headed and weak, until her senses left her and she passed out.
She came to, seated in a chair nearby where she had lost consciousness moments ago. She felt slightly better but still felt weak. After some talk she made her way out of the Wench, she still felt terrible from the fight, she was weak and her leg felt like a Dodo was pecking at it. She made her way a short distance before she sat down on the ground and began nursing a small potion she had in her bag...
Raurimont had taken a small time to sharpen his blade and polish his armor. At a glance he would simply appear to be an adventurer maintaining his gear, but any who knew him would know he was not a man of beauty, he would wear armor until it crumbled. He was forcing time to pass, hoping the feisty Miqo'te had made her way elsewhere.
"I'm so sorry sister...I don't know why I hide from you."
He didn't want to admit it, but he knew. He was afraid. He had lived so long with nobody, and then he found Tora. After meeting his new friends he was afraid that he would have to choose one or the other. He didn't believe the world would grant him both friends and family.
He eventually ran out of ways to waste time and was forced to truly act. He grimaced as the thought of his friends leaving him passed through his mind. He would of course always have Tora...though even that once certain idea seemed like it could slip away. He decided to face what awaited him, expecting the worst he left his room and went back to the Wench.
He found a small group, slightly different than he had been with before. Miss Iliette was seated at a table now, with a young Miqo'te woman and a male Hyur...
He spent some time with them, enduring more odd events that he would not soon forget...
Eventually he found himself alone, walking slowly through the streets of Limsa Lominsa once again when he heard a whimper and a growl a little bit ahead.
"That ass! I can't fucking believe he would avoid me!" Shouted a familiar voice, followed by an angry growl and the sound of crying.
Raurimont approached the howling girl, and as he expected he found Tora. She sat on the edge of a walkway looking out to the oceans. Her hands busy wiping at her eyes as she attempted to control her tears, to no avail.
"Tora?" He said quietly and carefully from behind her.
"You colossal funguar! I hate you!" She shouted as she turned to face him, looking up into his eyes before looking away again.
He saw that her eyes were red, she had been crying for some time now. His heart sank and he hated himself. He sat next to the crying girl, letting his legs hang over the walkways edge with hers. He put his arm on her shoulder and she fell into his side without hesitation. She wrapped her arms around his heavily armored torso and squeezed hard enough that he could hear the metal plates creaking.
She had stopped crying but still wore a dour expression with her head resting against Raurimont's side.
"Why didn't you wanna see me, you too good for me now that you got a bunch of girlfriends?" She said with a heavy sarcasm.
"Tora, I'm sorry. I...I don't want to lose anyone. I love you Tora but I want friends!"
"What does that have to do with avoiding me?"
"I...well I thought that you wouldn't want me to have friends as long as you were around."
Tora looked up at Raurimont with a puzzled look, "What? Why would you think that. I like your friends..."
Raurimont immediately felt like an idiot. A feeling all too common lately. He understands so much when he observes people from his outside perspective, yet he fails in all of his own interactions.
"I'm sorry Tora, I don't know how I could have been so stupid. Forgive me?"
"Forgive you for what? Being an idiot?" She giggles a little and sits up, "Why bother when you're gonna wake up and be an idiot again tomorrow?" She broke out into one of her small laughing fits before standing and kissing Raurimont on the cheek as she stands up.
"Still, I'm sorry Tora." He spoke in a defeated manner, he felt terrible for being so foolish.
"Hmm, if you're so sorry why don't you get me a room?" She have him a big grin that he swore touched each ear.
"As you wish Tora, it is the least I can do."
They walked together back to the inn, she was used to his large steps and though her gait was somewhat weak, she still kept up appearances back to the inn. Raurimont approached the innkeeper and asked for a single room.
"What about you sapling? You gotta sleep too!" Tora said as she grabbed at the collar of Raurimont's armor.
Now face to face with the girl staring him I the eyes he simply said, "Oh, I uh...I have some business to see to nearby."
Tora shook her head and released his armor, she then looked at the Innkeeper, "This talking tree here is rooming with me, what's the extra?"
Ignoring her brothers protests she paid the innkeeper for his presence and she dragged him by the wrist to the room. She immediately began removing her armor, she was down to a small shirt and shorts in an instant. Raurimont took his time, by the time he had removed his boots she was already curled up in the only bed staring at him.
"I missed you ya know. I find out you're alive after years of thinking I'm alone, and I don't even get to really talk to you..."
Raurimont finally finished removing his armor and he laid on the floor with his armor under his head as a pillow. "I'm sorry Tora. I'll make it up to you I swear."
"Oh will you now? Well I hear there's a new cake that only gets made in Gridania. You should get me some!" As she finishes speaking she leans over the edge of the bed towards Raurimont. "It can wait though, I know you're broke."
Raurimont laughed a little at her last comment, he sat up slightly to meet his sister, they pressed their foreheads together and closed their eyes. "I'll take you to get some soon." He smiled and they both laid back into their respective beds.
A few moments later he could hear her breathing become rhythmic as she fell asleep. He smiled and closed his eyes, "What a fool I was..." passed through his mind as he joined her in sleep.
((The following events in Nix's life are going to be rather dark and at times extremely graphic. With that said I hope you enjoy...))
Nix woke from his slumber, his hand rose to rub his eyes that barely opened. He lazily threw his legs off the side of the bed, as he did he felt a sharp pain and a soft brush against his shoulder.
He growled slightly and planted his hand against the on inflicting the pain. His hand sat flat on Tora's face and he shoved her back, she released her bite and fell back into the bed with a giggle.
"I am not a chew toy for a waking kitten." The words came from his mouth slow.
Tora ignored him and turned in the bed, facing back against the wall and curling back up under the blanket. They had shared the bed, sleeping back to back, since the night past had been unforgivingly cold. Nix stood from the bed and stretched, raising his arms high above his head and just barely touching the high ceiling of the room. He bathed himself, waking slightly, before he donned his armor and prepared for a long day. He knew the coming job was unusual, the employer had requested a very specific and odd meeting place but had paid via Moogle mail ahead of time. Having accepted the payment he could not decline the meet. Though he did approach the situation with greater caution than usual.
After strapping his blade to his side and taking his shield he left the inn room quietly as to avoid waking Tora. He strolled through the increasingly familiar streets of Limsa Lominsa. He would need food before venturing to the meet with his employer. On his way to a culinary merchant he ran across Silvan and Chibi. He spent a small time with them before his tto agh beckoned he find food and get to work.
He carefully examined the ferry as he unconsciously gnawed at the jerky he had purchased. The merchant was selling it cheap and it is a perfect food for long times away, so Nix bought a bag full. He watched the man piloting the craft, studying his movements, the way he manipulated the ship.
After the short trip Nix began his trip to a small clearing South of the Moraby Drydocks. He found the spot that was described to him and he stood, still eating a strip of the jerky, waiting for the man who had contacted him.
Several hours passed before Nix began to question the intent of the client. He had been made to wait before, some saw patience as a requirement for the work they needed done, but none had ever waited this long, and in such an isolated space.
Nix began to grow complacent in his waiting, and let his mind slip for a moment.
"I have not seen Miss Framboise in some time, I hope she is well..."
As the though passed through his mind a figure passed behind him. It's feet softly passing over the ground as it moved ever closer to the Elezen.
Nix drew his blade and in an instant spun to face he figure, his shield raised. He examined the figure before him. It was a Miqo'te woman, tall by Miqo'te standards. She wore black tights and a leather vest that looked brand new, completely unscuffed he noticed. Her head was wrapped in a black cloth. She held a small dagger in her hand and was crouched low to the ground.
"Your intent?" He spoke with a strong voice.
The woman did not answer. She instead chose to dive forward kicking at his shield. He stopped her blows but felt they were not meant to strike him. After a final kick arced through the air Nix let his shield arm fly out to meet her leg, he swung with all her might and his shield crashed into her knee with a crunch. The woman began to scream, and was speaking...gibberish.
"Speak properly! Who are you?!" Nix held his blade with its tip pointed down at the woman, a small ribbon tied to the hilt of his blade dancing in the wind.
"Ah cuhng hpik ooo hooo!" The Miqo'te shouted with anger in her voice.
"You..." Nix's eyes grew wide and he lunged forward and the girl, he tore the cloth from her face and grabbed her jaw. "...Open your mouth now!" He held his blade to her chest.
The girl glared a Nix as she opened her mouth. Her tongue had been severed. An old wound, and not a result of battle.
Before the girl could blink she was beheaded. The blade leaving a clean cut, a spot of blood staining the ribbon that flowed from the blades hilt.
Nix released a bellow of rage that sent shivers down the spines of men across the sea. He returned to the nearby town of Moraby. He approached a small merchant table on the edge of town and purchased an iron spade. He returned to he body and buried it with its head, and marked the grave with the assailants weapon.
Nix walked back towards Lominsa with a look that few ever witnessed. His eyebrows hung low, his jaw pulled back and the edges of his lips dragging down as if they wished to touch the ground. He wore his rage until he entered the outskirts of the city.
He put on an emotionless expression and entered the city. He walked through and waved his flight pass at the lift guard. He was leaving this city he had been getting used to, his business was in Ul'dah.
//Part 2\\
The Elezen man strolled through the Steps of Nald. His eyes shooting from person to person as he walked. He stopped abruptly in the streets when his eyes fell upon a Lalafell seated in a small wooden chair outside of a large iron door. He approached the door and looked at the Lalafell.
"Whaddya want ya giant bastard?"
"Hello, I am Raurimont Nix, here to see Nanafin." He did not move an inch as he spoke, his eyes focused on the small man. His own palm resting on the hilt of his blade.
"Oh...YOU! Yea yea go in, but don't even think of taking your weapons in. Drop em with me."
Nix removed his blade slowly, his eyes never leaving the Lalafell in he chair. He rested his sword and shield beside the door. The Lalafell knocked on the door and it swung open a moment later, a Roegadyn standing on the inside holding its handle.
Nix made his way through a tight hallway and was forced to duck through a doorway that opened to a large room. It's ceiling twice he height of Nix.
"Where is Y'Sanja?!" Screamed a young woman's voice as Nix entered the room.
"You remember why I stopped working for you 5 years ago right? Where do you think she is?" His expression remained blank.
"You won of a goobbue! She was the best at everything I used her for! You owe me!" Every word she screamed at the top of her lungs. Kicking and flailing in the golden chair she rested in.
"How can she be the best at 'everything' if you take her tongue?"
"How dare you?! Torink!"
Nix saw the shadow approach him from behind but too slow, the Roe picked him up and slammed him against the nearest wall. The Roe, Torink, grabbed Nix by the head and smashed it repeatedly until the helmet broke and blood stained the wall.
"Enough! Bring him downstairs, and find his sister. I want revenge." The Lalafell laughed as she sipped wine from a silver goblet while watching Torink drag Nix's now lifeless body away, a small trail of blood dragging from his head.
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Tora woke to a loud banging on the door. She rolled around to he edge of the bed. "Where'd he go?" Passing through her head as she put on a small shirt and a skirt. She opened the door...
"Whacha want?" The moment she spoke she knew something was wrong, the world went fuzzy and blurry.
She collapsed to the groud and a Hyur dressed in blue robes stepped out of a nearby doorway. He closed his tome and pulled a large sack out of his pouch. He unfolded it on the ground beside Tora and proceeded to slip her inside. He tied off the top tight and dragged her out of the Inn. All of the guards had been paid off, he could throw her into the ocean while screaming and not a soul would help her. He dropped her body into a ferry at the docks in Lominsa and began to row himself away.
Tora came to inside a dark room, a single dimly lit lantern sat at the far end of a seemingly gigantic room. She tried to stand up and felt a sharp pain in her hands and feet. As her eyes adjusted to the dark she realized she was not tied down, she was literally pinned to a large wooden board. Thin long sword piercing each wrist and ankle. She turned her head side to side thinking "His can't be true, no, not them."
As she turned she saw a figure standing against a to her right. She focused on the figure. A large...naked...man...
"W-wait...S-sapling...this isn't funny...sapling?" She spoke quietly and the pain she felt came through in her tone.
The man did not move or speak. Tora closed her eyes tight and opened them again. She tooka deep breath, nearly screaming. It was a tall Elezen man with several small blades sticking from his head and chest. She looked at him, horrified but overjoyed. The man dead on the wall had long dark hair. Her fears that it was Raurimont disappeared and she began wondering why she was here. She knew who took her, Nanafin. A violent Lalafell with heavy connections to the Undergrounds and the Syndicate. Raurimont had done some more legitimate work for her in the past.
A door near the lantern opened with a rusty creak and Tora saw several shadows enter the room. She could hear the footsteps of a large group coming her way. She stared into he darkness and a large dark green face appeared first. "Torink, the head jerk, great." She thought to herself. The rest of the people remained back in the darkness. Torink bent down and raised up an ugly Lalafell dressed in gaudy brightly colored clothing.
"Ah! Miss Tora! It has been so long has it not?!" Shouted the Lalafell at an inappropriately loud volume.
Still fighting the pain shooting through her limbs she said, "Nanafin, I knew it. What in the hells do you want?!"
Nanafin motioned and she was out down on the board with Tora. Torink began to pull the swords from Tora's limbs one by one. As soon as all of her limbs were free she lunged. Fighting the pain she was determined to escape.
Her lunge at Nanafin was met my two large hands wrapping themselves around her torso and lifting her up. She was then slammed down against the board hard, Nanafin began to giggle when she heard a rib break. Tora screamed in pain, her entire body felt like it was on fire. As she lay on the board writhing, Torink grabbed her legs and tied them tightly together. He then grabbed her by the arms and lifted her off the ground, placing the crying Miqo'te against the wall. He placed each hand through a loop attached to a rope that was tied at the ceiling. She was left sitting on the ground with both hands tied and raised above her head. She was unable to stand, the rope around her hands and feet already soaked with her blood.
"Now, Miss Tora..." Nanafin approached her and began, " Your brother did something that cost me something very expensive. He isn't in the mood to work off the debt though, so I've decided to make you do it." The Lalafell wore a horrid grin as she finished and waved at the crowd waiting in the dark.
The large dark green skinned Roegadyn stood before the group and lead them to Tora, slowly bleeding out on the floor. He bent down and grabbed her by the waist with one hand and lifted her. He pulled off her pants and dropped her back to he ground.
"You break it, you pay Two million! You pay me now, and I leave."
The assorted men, all races and creeds waited in line, handing the large Roe a small sack of gil each. Once every single man had paid Torink he spoke.
"Remember, break and you pay!"
Torink left the room, but not before casting a weak healing spell on Tora. Enough to stop her bleeding and wake her up slightly. Her head lifted to the crowd and she locked eyes with the Roegadyn. He wore a devilish smile and said...
"Cat make us lot of gil!"
Torink then walked out of the room. His heavy steps silenced as he shut he heavy creaking door behind him.
//Part 3\\
Nix awoke in pure darkness. He didn't believe his eyes had truly opened and so he shut them tightly and opened them again. He saw nothing. His senses began to return slowly, except for his sense of pain. In an instant a sharp throbbing pain shot through the back of his head. It felt as if a family of dodo's we're pecking at him. He attempted to reach back and feel his head but found that his limbs would not, or could not obey his orders. He felt the tight steel cuffs squeezing his wrists, biting into his flesh. His ankles restrained by the same means. He closed his eyes again, the pain in his head continuing to grow.
So far he could tell only a few things for certain. One was that he had been stripped of all weapons, armor, and even simple clothing. He could see nothing, and he couldn't move. His shackles were likely pinned to the wall to prevent him from flailing. He felt what was likely dried blood across his face and in his hair. He realized that the room may not have been as dark as it seemed. If he could see himself he would know for sure, both of his des we're swollen shut. Large and bruised brows dropped over his eyes, caused by the Rogadyn's assault.
He suddenly heard a small noise, like small bits of metal being shaken together. A moment later a voice...
"Dumb man, think you smarter than Nanafin!" The man laughed and Raurimont felt a dull blow against his stomach. His body ached and his breathe escaped him.
The next thing Raurimont heard was the sound of a blade being drawn across stone.
"Nanafin say make it sharp, cut better."
The next sensation Raurimont felt was a blade passing through his brow, releasing the blood in the swollen flesh. Through the pain he looked up at the Roegadyn, his view tinted red. The Roe stood with a smile on his face as he cut across the other brow, releasing more blood. After regaining himself Raurimont raised his head and stared at the Roe.
He spoke in a weakened, strained voice, "Torink, I will make your death beautiful."
The Roe laughed a moment before thrusting his blade into Raurimont's stomach. Blood rushed from the wound as Torink pulled out the blade. Raurimont coughed, blood splattering his chin and spraying in a fine mist. Torink grabbed him by the head and stared into his eyes with a smile.
"I make you scream. Your sister already scream for me, but you scream in different way." He drew the blade back and stabbed Raurimont several more times. The blade left deep wounds that leaked blood down onto his legs and onto the floor. Nix did not make a sound, he simply remained motionless as he sustained a half dozen mortal wounds.
When the Roe was done with his attack he grabbed Raurimont's head and pulled it forward. He wiped the bloody blade on Raurimont's silver hair, leaving more bloody streaks on his head and the razor sharp blade sliced at his scalp.
As the Roe began to walk away he suddenly stopped mid stride. Raurimont could hear a screaming voice coming from somewhere. Torink turned around to face Raurimont, the Roe's evil grin was gone, replaced by an unmistakable anger. The Roe grabbed Raurimont by the neck and pushed his head against the wall. "Is this it?" Passed through Raurimont's mind for a moment as the Roe reached behind his own back. With a metallic jingle he produced a small set of keys. Still holding Raurimont against the wall he began to unlock his hands. After both Raurimont's arms dropped, the Roe punched him hard in the stomach, blood from his wounds splashing as the fist connected. After Raurimont reeled in pain the Roe bent down to unlock his feet. Quickly regaining what was left of his strength, Raurimont snatched the dagger from the Roe's belt and bashed his head with its handle. Raurimont hit the man over and over, making sure he was unconcious.
Several moments later Raurimont sat several feet from the Roegadyn who was now bound to the wall. His ankles and wrists were too large to fit, so Raurimont used the mans own blade to shave the flesh and make him fit. As the man began to wake he started screaming.
"Shhh, quiet now Torink. You know you deserve all of this." Raurimont approached the Roe slowly, his wounds still burning.
He had applied a makeshift bandage made from the large Roe's clothes and stopped the bleeding with some Novice healing magics he had learned recently. Torink continued to scream, which Raurimont did not appreciate.
"I said be quiet you bastard!" Raurimont yelled and threw the blade at Torink. It sank hilt dep into the mans neck. Blood began to pour from under the hilt, and Torinks screams became horrid gargles.
"Relax, this is the light of it." Raurimont pulled the blade from Torink and cast a spell on him, just enough to stop his death.
Raurimont leaned in close to Torink, the blade brushing against the Roe's thigh now. "You deserve worse." He raised the blade into the mans groin, cutting several inches until it hit his pelvic bone.
Raurimont removed the blade from the man and grabbed the man by his genitals.
"I hope you had enough fun, because this is going to be uncomfortable."
Raurimont dropped he dagger between his hand and the mans pelvis, cutting free the mans privates. Without a second of hesitation the blade was pressed against the mans chest. The blade pierced the base of the mans rib cage and sliced a clean tear down to the Roe's waist. Bloodied intestines pushed through the new opening and spilled into the floor with a wet splat. Raurimont stared into Torink's still aware eyes.
"I'm not don't with you Torink, not even close."
He pressed the blade flat against the Roe's chest, he let the edge sink into Torinks chest, he sliced clean through the flesh until a thin chunk of Torink fell to the floor. One after another thin slices of the Roe fell to the ground. The man unable to scream due to his throat injury that was half healed by novice magic.
Nix had taken the mans ragged clothes to cover himself. He peaked out the door, the light shining in and exposing the butchered corpse on the wall, with a large pile of flesh slices at its feet. A guard stood just inches from Nix, his back to the door. Before the guard knew anything his throat was cut and his liver pierced several times. He fell to the ground, bloody and dead within seconds. Raurimont stripped the body of the useful items, a steel gladius, and the now slightly damaged black leather armor. Raurimont grabbed the looted body by the feet and dragged him back into the room and dropped the corpse into the pile of flesh. A soft squish as the weight fell onto the loose muscle and fat.
Raurimont turned and tracked the hallways, following the right side of the wall. He found several rooms, most empty or occupied by a foolish client of Nanafin. Raurimont carved a bloody path through the mansion. The brightly painted stone walls became splattered with the blood of any who happened to be in his path.
Eventually Raurimont found his way to a large iron door. He could hear muffled sounds from inside. He cracked the door open carefully as to avoid making noise, he peeked an eye Ito the crack and his heart stopped for a moment. A crowd of men huddled around a bloody woman. Raurimont held back a scream, he imagined this is the type of moment any other type of man would lose track of himself for a time. Not him, Raurimont was aware of every movement as he walked into the room, standing tall. The first to notice him, a dark skinned Miqo'te man, was stabbed in the neck and chest before collapsing to the ground. The crowd of several men all turned as the firstan died. Raurimont looked down, Tora, naked and covered in blood and bruises. He looked each man in the eyes before dropping his sword. The men took this as a sign of resignation and grinned as they approached, in the belief that they could easily get rid of him and be back to their activity.
As an Elezen man approached Raurimont he stared the man in the eyes. The Elezen swung a right hook, Raurimont caught his arm. Holding the mans forearm and upper arm seperately he pushed with his palm against the mans upper arm and pulled the mans forearm back. In one wretched yank bone tore through flesh, blood sprayed from the injury, and the man screamed quickly before he was struck hard by a fist in the throat. The Elezens throat collapsed and he fell to the ground, dead within moments. Two more men tried to attack Raurimot. One was met with a straight jab to the throat and chest, his head stomped as he lay on the ground in pain. The second man was grabbed by the neck. Raurimont dug his fingers and nails into the man until he was gripping he mans trachea, Raurimont twisted and with a crunch the man collapsed. Raurimont stood, covered in both his own, and his victims blood, staring at the remaining men. One attacked head on, Raurimont punched him in the nose with an uppercut, shattering bone and collapsing the mans skull. Another tried to run to the door. Raurimont grabbed him and he ran and threw him to the ground. Raurimot picked up his sword and lopped off he mans head before he could stand. The last remaining souls were vanquished by steel in an instant.
Raurimot stood over Tora, no expression on his face. His hazel eyes staring at the unconcious woman, a blood soaked blade in his hand, he swung above her and cut the robes bound to the ceiling. He turned and grabbed the cleanest corpse he could find. He stripped the man and put the clothes on Tora. They hung off of her like a flowing robe, blood beginning to soak into the fabric. Raurimont stood over her, weaving a sign into the air, a breeze passing through the enclosed room. Tora had been healed enough that she was in no danger of dying. Raurimont knelt to the girl and put his head up to hers, holding her chin he pressed his forehead to hers...
"I'll be right back, I promise."
//Part 4\\
"Shut the door you imbecile! Block it! Bar it! Stop him now!" Screamed the small woman, her eyes dripping wet, panic clear in her voice.
Several armed men ran around the large room grabbing all that they could and sliding them in front of the large double doors. They grabbed tables, chairs, a bed, several desks, and shoved them all together in front of the door. They stood back and knelt to the ground, shields raised and swords at the ready by their sides. They did not know what had Nanafin in such a panic, but they knew they had reason to fear.
A quiet voice came from the other side of the door, "Hm, I see..."
The armed men maintained position, expecting a fireball to burst through the flames, one man envisioned a might dragon bursting through and incinerating them all. Their fear had gotten the best of them. They sat, focused on the door for several moments with not a single noise. The silence in the room allowed the shouts and cries of merchants in the streets outside to be heard through the thick walls. Several moments later and the silence remained. The men glanced at each other before one stood and walked towards the door.
"Stop you fool! Don't you dare move anything! I'll have your family killed if you so much as touch one item!" screamed the terrified Lalafell.
The man ignored her cries, instead the others had stood and began aiding him in tearing down the wall of furniture.
"I'll have all of your families killed! Stop! Stop! You fools are all fired! Ahhhhhhhhhrrrrrgggggg!'"
The men ignored Nanafin's screaming and threats and took down the furniture, one man holding his shield high as he slowly opened the door and looked into the hall.
"Miss, there is nothing here."
The guards turned one by one to Nanafin. They did not expect to see an Elezen wearing parts of their own bands armor, his bloodied silver hair facing them. The silver haired Elezen was kneeling behind Nanafin facing the ground. One of his hands was over her mouth, and a long shining crimson blade stuck out from her chest. The Elezen man raised his head to look at the guards. He stood slowly, allowing the dead Lalafell to slump to the ground, slowly slipping off of his blade as he rose.
"Your families will not be killed." said the silver haired man.
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Raurimont once again stood over Tora, he held a potion in his hand. He knelt down to her and lifted her head back and opened her mouth. He slowly poured the potion into her open mouth, allowing her to swallow and making sure she wasn't choking. After the bottle was empty he waited several moments at her side, staring at her, watching for any movement. She eventually began to open her eyes. Raurimont did not dare touch her, she was covered head to toe in bruises and blood that had been shed, much of it was her own. Her blue eye opened slightly more, as the yellow eye was swollen shut.
"Raurim...ont...noo..."
Raurimont looked at the ground, he was ashamed of himself. He had let such a horrid fate befall his sister, one that he swore he would save her from.
"We need to leave Tora, let me carry you."
"I...nooo..." Tora's eyes began to tear, her face turning into a deep frown as she cried.
Raurimont put an arm around her back and under her knees and lifted her high into the air. His own body screaming in agony as he worked his muscles far beyond their limits. He carried her through the hallways, her head hung back, she was too weak to hold her own head up. As she was carried through the halls she could see into rooms that had their doors left open. One door brought a painful gasp in her cries. Even through her swelling she could see bloodied bodies, several of them. All lying on the ground in the middle of all types of furniture that had been strewn across the room for some reason...and in the center of the room was the true horror. Nanafin.
The body was seperated into large chunks. Each limb was separated from the torso. The head chopped messily at the neck. Each part of the body pinned to a golden chair. A sword sticking through each limb, the torso, and the mouth of the head. Holding the body together, sitting on the throne. The corpse, lording over its dead guards. Tora choked as she cried, and she did her best not to scream as she absorbed what she saw as the room passed. She was not as horrified by what she saw, nor by the fact that she knew who perpetrated such a terrible act. She was scared by the first thought to pass through her mind...
"I should have been the one to do it."
She used new found strength as she choked down her tears and she curled herself up towards Raurimonts chest. She rested her head against him as he kicked open a large reinforced iron door. Sunlight rushed to her skin as the sound of Raurimonts pounding heart filled her ears. She closed her eyes and put her arms up around his neck.
"I will find us a healer, please, do not worry."
She knew he would find a good healer who could stay quiet, and he did. A young Roegadyn girl who was able to heal them both with great proficiency. Tora felt spry and strong. Though she felt tired as well. The Roe girl explained that it was normal, and a good nights sleep would do them both good. As Tora lay in the inn bed she looked towards the door, Raurimont escorted the Roe out and handed her a large amount of gil in a small pouch. He turned around but he avoided looking at her, she stared right at his face, and he stared at the ground as he walked over to the bed. He sat on the edge, now staring down at his feet.
"Tora...I failed you, I'm so sorry you had to go through that." He began sniff, and wipe at his eyes.
"You didn't fail anything..." She tried to reassure him. "I...I saw what you did to Nanafin..."
Raurimont stopped crying and sat straight up.
"...I...I..."
"Stop...I saw what you did to Nanafin, brother..." she leaned towards him and rested the side of her head against his back, closing her eyes and smiling. "I love you."
((The End))
*The words are written carefully and seem to be written by someone else*
Alright, just to avoid future confusion I am having Tora write for me, I am merely telling her what to write.
So the day past was quite interesting. I nearly killed both myself and Miss Iliette. I was apparently rescued by chance before I bled to death. Believe it or not this was no the most surprising part of my day.
Yes you have to write it! No don't write what I'm saying now. By the twelve Tora! Stop laughing!
Now that I may resume...I had an encounter with Miss Rinrin...I uh...let me write this part myse---
*the writing trails to he edge of the page as if the writer was suddenly stopped. The handwriting suddenly changes*
I write now. I met Miss Rinrin at the Wench. She told me many things, and she was sad. I had to tell her bad news and I felt really bad. Mr. Dovan showed up...I don't think I like Mr. Dovan.
I found Miss Rinrin outside city after Dovan bothered her. She was sad but I sat down with her. We talked and I told her that she should not worry about her problem! It was one solved very easy for good girl like her.
This is crazy part. She said she felt for me! I never believed that was possible for someone to have those feelings for me. She said she did, and she only confessed to other because she thought I was a couple with Miss Iliette? I wonder who said that...I don't. It must have been Tora. She said wierd things like that.
I told Rinrin truth, that I was not a couple with anyone...ever. She said I make her happy when I am around. I don't know how I do, but I am glad that I make someone happy.
So, me and Miss Rinrin are a couple! I feel all nervous, like a trainee preparing for battle. I want to see her again very soon! She is a very pretty girl, now that I take notice of those things. And I like being around her. I think Miss Rinrin was silly to go to other person without talking to me first! I would worry that I am not really one she enjoys being with, but she said not to, so I don't have to worry. I really can not wait to see her...this is a weird feeling.
-Raurimont Nix
The journal is covered in sand as it's owner writes atop a large cliff in outside Little Ala Mhigo.
"I have been forced to take on extra hunts after some of Tora's recent escapades. The timing I feel, could. It be worse. I had just taken on the responsibility of Iliette's confession when I was forced to take so much work."
He smiles as he writes the woman's name.
"I must still finish several tasks being passed to me by my employers. A band of thieves here, a population of dodo's that needs culling there. My blade is becoming bored of such foes."
He looks down the journal, his writing has come a long way recently thanks to Tora teaching him when he was not practicing with E-Sumi-Yan. His penmanship was still terrible, but he wrote more eloquently.
"I did have a rather difficult problem of late. When Miss Iliette confessed her feelings to me, I was supposed to be 'dating' another. The whole idea is truly terrifying to experience, and I only made it worse. I blame myself for Miss Rinrin's sadness. I am a terrible man. I simply..."
The writer stops a moment and squeezes his head with both hands.
"I hate myself for being the man who brought heartache to another, but I...I had feelings for Iliette. I had believed my love unrequited when I asked her quite bluntly if she felt for me outside of the Wench. She denied such emotion and I was crushed, though I dare not show it. I feel safe in knowing she will never see this journal, and I maintain a neutral presence as often as I can but...I have a need to express these feelings."
The writing jumps to the next page...
"I have no greater desire than to fight with her by my side! Facing my foes not alone, but with one I adore, it is a dream I must bring to fruition!"
The page has small unintelligible doodles and scribbling along the edges and ends quite simply:
"I wish to finish these contracts soon, that I may have a small period in which I may be with those I have learned to call friend.
-Raurimont Nix"
The man stands, tucking the journal into his pack and drawing his blade quietly. A well dressed Lalafell and a band of Miqo'te girls clothed in black walked beneath the cliff. The mans victim had arrived...
The Elezen Paladin leapt from his perch and landed with a heavy crash on top of one of the Miqo'te girls. The weight of the tall man and his pale white armor crushed the poor girl, killing her on impact. Nix felt great sorry for killing the girl, but she may as well have been tempered by a primal. She was no longer a true individual.
"Vachi!" Nix bellowed as his blade loosed from his sheath and pierced the lung of the nearest guard. She fell to the ground, blood bubbling from the wound with every breath she tried to take. The remaining few Miqo'te stood around the Lalafell in a circle, their lances and swords at the ready.
"Please stop! These things are expensive you bastard!" Shouted the Lalafell as his arms flailed and he stomped the ground.
Disgusted, Nix charged forward, decapitating the nearest girl before she could raise her weapon. The next lunged with her curved blade, only to be parried and impaled upon his blade. With only a couple remaining he stood tall, his blade at the ready.
"Call them off Vachi, or they all die."
The Lalafell grumbled and scowled, but after a moment he raised his hand with a closed fist and whistled. The Miqo'te guards immediately lowered their weapons and took a neutral stance.
"What do you want Raurimont? What is so important that you're killing my girls!?"
"I want you dead, for what you did to Tora."
"Who? I don't even know who that is!"
Nix clenched his teeth and stepped forward, the two girls following him with their eyes but not moving an inch. He picked up the Lalafell by his collar and stared him in the eyes at his own height, the Lala's feet hanging several fulms from the ground.
"She is one of the many you have sold into slavery!"
Vachi looked at the Elezen and cracked a malicious grin.
"You idiot! I don't sell them, I simply train them! You've got the wrong man dumbass!" The Lala laughed as he hung above the dirt.
"Damn it!" Nix threw the Lalafell to the ground hard, his handmaidens kneeling down to tend to him. Nix sheathed his blade and walked away, stepping over the bodies of the brainwashed Miqo'te he had slain.
He walked back to Limsa Lominsa alone, and went upstairs to the room he had left for Tora. She wasn't home, and so he made himself comfortable and waited. He decided that if blood was to be shed in her name, she should be aware of it.
The fire burned red with the flames of war, machines coughing smoke into the air spattering the res with wisps of darkness. The sound of steel and explosions shaking the very souls of all those nearby. Amidst this chaos a tall boy stood, his body squeezed by armor that had been thrown at him from a pile and was a size too small. He found it hard to breathe at times, this being one of those ocassions. He stands over an older man, adorned in grey armor trimmed in crimson. The man has his hands wrapped around a long sword that has impaled his chest and pinned him to the ground. His struggle is short lived as the blade pulls from his body and swipes across his neck. The older mans screams, silenced already by the sounds around them, end when his head separates from his shoulders.
A gunshot, and a headache. The boy crumples to be ground clutching his temples. He cannot feel the steel helm that once sat atop his head. He feels his own hair, and blood. The bullet had not penetrated, but had not been avoided either. The boy stands, at first sight one would believe him no older than 20. His silver hair dulled by the smoke that tints the battlefield. He rises slowly, taking in the surrounding chaos as he rises. A Brass Blade beside him being gored...a Centurion crushing the legs of a chocobo and shooting its owner as he lands...Twin Adders losing a squad to fire from a Magitech Armor. His comrades were dying, and he could barely see straight.
As the world fell into focus he felt a pressure against his back, a pressure that quickly turned into searing pain and fire engulfing his body for a brief time. He had been struck by a fireball from an unseen black mage. He spins, the pain tearing at his back, and lets his blade lead. It's knocked and dulled edge meets the side of a young Hyur's head, managing to cut through the helm and bury itself within the poor Hyur. The boy feels sheer terror as he withdraws his blade, his victim collapsing to the ground like a rag doll.
The boy stands straight, his pointed ears charred slightly, his hair now a dull grey from the loose soot floating in the air. He is a young Elezen. Fresh faced, with eyes that show age far greater than he has behind him. He almost immediately fell to his knees, catching his balance with his blade as he pierced the dirt and attempted to rise as if his sword were a cane to aid him. The earth shook and continued to shake, making his rise impossible as he struggled to keep from falling flat.
He looked up, the sensation of great pain piercing his side as his eyes rose, but it was far less important. The moon Dalamud was gone, chunks of the former moon falling to the earth, crushing all in their path. Men and women, both Eorzean and Garlean screamed as they fought, some chose to flee. None were spared when the moon was replaced by a dark vision of death. A dragon like none the boy had ever seen sat in the sky, as if by pure will the boy began to rise. His attempt was instantly shattered. The descended god let out a terrible cry and fire rained from the heavens.
The boy could do nothin but watch as those around him, friend and for alike, we're taken by the flame, leaving naught but a charred remainder of its victims.
The boy attempted to stand once again, finally rising to his feet he looked up and saw a ball of incandescence growing in his direction. He raised his shield as the flame crashed to the earth not an ion from his body. Molten rock and flame jumped from the earth all around the impact. The boy raised his shield quickly, molten rock heating it immediately, his arm burning to the muscle. He stood strong against the splash until a large chunk of earth, nearly the boys size, began to fall after being throw into the air by the explosion. It crashed down onto him, his shield raised above himself at an angle, hoping to slide the rock away wih out taking much force. He grossly underestimated the force of the falling earth.
It crashed down upon him, his forearm breaking instantly on impact from direct contact with his shield as it took the blunt force. His upper arm buckled, he winced and attempted to hold strong. Despite his willpower his upper arm began to fracture, the bone within his muscle cracking from head to head. His strength left him as the edge of his shield buckled down onto his face. Heated by the molten earth the shields edge dug deep into he boys flesh. His eye was burnt shut by the hot steel. His screamed in agony as the shield dropped from his face, pulled by gravity. The shield stole a piece of flesh as it fell, leaving a deep gash across the left side of the boys face, just beneath his eye.
The boy fell back to the ground in silence. His cries and shattering armor inaudible against the cries of Bahamut and his wrath against the world. He lay staring into the sky with his one currently functional eye. Streaks of fire crossed his vision, always followed by a horrid crash in the distance. The cries of the dying lessened, as the number of living quickly decreased.
Just a day ago he was returning to the city he grew up in...and now he was going to die out in some battlefield amongst countless others.
"Tora...I'm sorry..."
Nix jumped forward, but only made it an inch or two before being pulled back down. The dark skinned woman who's arm was wrapped over his chest pulled him back to the bed and back into her close embrace, all while still slumbering. He turned his head and saw her. He couldn't help but smile, even as his heart raced within his chest, he was soothed by her presence...a dream...it was a dream. Then again, it wasn't...
He calmed himself and rolled to his side towards the woman, he nuzzled into her embrace and put his arm around her waist drawing her in close. He was far from that place now, in a place he truly never imagined possible for himself. Yet it still haunted him...the gunfire, the screams, the scent of life leaving so many at once in unholy flame. He closed his eyes, allowing himself peace within the arms of the woman he cares for...life is different now...
Nix walked up the stairs of the Mizzenmast Inn, his leather boots falling upon the creaking wooden stairs. He found his way to the room he had left for Tora. She had asked him to meet her there over their personal link shell. He found his way to the door and opened it gently, looking down at his boots as he spun and closed the door. He continued to study the scuffs on his boots, thinking he should replace them soon as the mines had worn them down considerably. He stepped into the room as the door closed, his gaze raising to survey the room.
He found Tora seated on the edge of the bed. She sat with her hands on her knees, nervously playing with her own fingers. Her gaze set directly on her own hands that sat upon her knees pushed together tight.
"Tora? You wished to speak with me?" He spoke in quiet soothing tones.
Her gaze shot up to me his eyes. She wore a look of concern that was quickly shattered by an adoring grin.
"Uhm...hi...want to sit with me?" She patted the spot on the bed beside her at the foot of the bed. Nix nodded with a smile and sat down beside her.
Tora turned bright red and slid herself slightly closer to him. She tugged at her white mini-skirt as she slid. She sat up straight to make herself look good, her pink blouse showing off small bits of skin down her chest. She put her hand out onto his and looked into his eyes.
"I...uhm...I wanted to say...ugh uh...I....shit....I love you!" She fumbled and shouted her words as she found them. The look on her face was one of sheer terror.
Raurimont looked at her confused, "I love you too, is his all you needed me for?"
She growled with frustration before saying with more force, "No! I LOVE you!!!" As soon as the words left her lips she dove into his lap, due to her small size she was forced to leap into his lap and kneel on top of his thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him.
She stopped suddenly as he shouted, "Tora!" She stopped and leaned back slightly to get a better look at him.
"What in the hells are you doing?" He asked in a firm but still calm voice.
"I...I-I-I love you!"
Raurimont looked at his sister confused, "I love you as well, what does this...oh....I see..."
He pressed his hand against her chest and smiled, "I understand Tora, but this simply cannot be."
She began to tear but spoke, "Why not?! I love you damn it! And you love me! So why can't we be in love together?!"
Raurimont choked on his words, Tora meant the world to him but he would hurt her for sure...
"Tora, we cannot be lovers. I love you as a sister. I wished this day would never come, I willed it to be so." He sighed and attempted a smile. "You know we cannot be."
She began to cry, the pain within her body robbed her of all sound as she wept silently, falling to the bed from his lap. He moved to the head of the bed and put his hand in her head.
He ran his fingers through her hair, it was styled and colored now. She had visited an odd man who did it for her. It was now mostly the color that it once was, except for several dashes of silver that was the aether within her body refusing to be hidden. After a few moments her crying calmed and she nuzzled into his hand.
"Sapling...." She sat up and leaned in to him once again.
He prepared to stop another advance as she leaned in land placed her cheek against his. She pressed herself hard against his cheek and whispered...."I'm sorry sapling...I love you."
He smiled and kissed her cheek before leaning back and looking into her heterochromatic eyes.
"I love you too Tora."
The young Miqo'te moved from Raurimont's lap and stood up, adjusting her clothes as she stood. She wiped away the tears with the back of her hand and looked at him.
"I like tree lady, er, Iliette. She's nice."
"I am glad, I would hope that you two get along well. Tora, please know that you are important to me, and when you realize what real love is you will know that your love for me is something very different."
He stood and hugged Tora, she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. He was happy to have been able to talk to her. He left the room saddened that he had caused Tora pain, but perhaps she will now be able to find out what it is to truly love someone.
For now he had work to do, a shortening list of beasts that had been bothering locals in Coerthas awaited his attention.
*The writing on the page appears sloppier than usual, as if written in a hurry*
Those twelve damned murderers are after me once again. I will end every last one of them.
Let them come.
Nix walked slowly through the small settlement of Camp Drybone. To the many travelers and adventurers he would simply appear to be a man passing through. He left the camp making way towards Ul'dah, and not log after leaving the camp he turned right off of the road and began wandering up a hill.
He crossed the peak of the hill and sat down on his knees, his hands placed in his lap. The sound of fine chainmail caused his ears to twitch, the unmistakable sound of a blade bouncing on someone's hip approaching him from behind. Their foot steps reached the peak of the hill and they stopped just behind him.
Nix spun, his blade drawn in a flash, and swung low at the person just behind him. His blade bit into flesh just above a black and red trimmed boot. The sword tore through bone and left the flesh, severing the leg just below the knee. The man screamed in pain as he fell backwards gripping at his leg.
Nix rolled right just dodging a series of blows attempted by a lancer. He stood and examined his attackers. Two young Hyur, adorned in black armor and helmets that were trimmed with a bright red. His grip tightened on his sword. The lancer lunged again, diving over his wounded ally to attempt an overhead strike. Nix side stepped his attack and unleashed a furious punch into the mans exposed throat. With a crunch and a wheeze the man fell, grasping at his neck.
Nix stepped to the injured man and raised his blade to end the mans misery. As he raised the sword with both hands he felt a powerful strike from behind. An immense heat landing squarely between his shoulder blades, that sent him flipping forward and landing on his back a short distance away. He quickly rose to his feet to realize he was surrounded. He counted...seven? No, eight men around him bearing staves and tomes. All weaving their magic in unison. He attempted to charge one of the magic users, but his body would not heed his commands. He fell limp a moment later, fast asleep.
*The page is dirty and water stained like the rest of the book it resides within*
"I had an interesting meeting. They were not a scouting party, they were after me and knew to fear me. I can only assume they seek to eliminate the survivors of Carteneau.
I was slightly confused by the presence of familiar faces when they locked me up. Miss Iliette had apparently been taken, I still worry what they may have done to her. There was also a traitorous Garlean who was apparently hated even by his own people. This man was not worth a moment of anyone's time. I can only hope the fool faces his fate soon. We were able to escape the holdings of the Garleans.
Now I must make way to Horizon, I will have a great deal of work to do in the coming days."
*Nix steps up from a deep cave in Western Thanalan. His armor dirty and dull. Scratches and dents litter his steel. His shield coated in dark layers of dirt. His blade is no longer a shining steel but rather appears a dinged and knicked dark crimson color as it hangs from his side*
"I believe this last week was well worth it..." He mumbles to himself as he continues out to the open sandy paths. A small brown sack in his hands as he heads into the walls of Ul'dah.
Nix flips through the pages of his diary and stops on his most recent entry, seated in a dark maple colored chair, slumped over with his head resting upon his palm. He stares at the page with a blank expression, his eyes darting side to side as he reads...
"Today was the first day in many that I was able to stop for a moment and breathe deep. I have been so very busy for so long it seems. I have scarcely had time for anyone. My blade had dulled from the never ending conflict.
I had started out hunting a large beast by the name of Svarna in Coerthas...that was so many moons ago now. I followed a trail of jobs until I came across a small encampment. Garleans with the gall to watch over Ul'dah. I laid waste to much of the camp, I was able to draw a little information from a head figure there before leaving.
Thus my war began. I seemed to come across more and more Garlean locations as I continue monster hunting. I struck as best I could when I found one. Some were burned, many more forced me to retreat soon after I began my attack. I became consumed in combat. My skills have grown greatly. I have acquired new weapons, and been granted the traditional armor of the Sultansworn after joining their ranks officially. Even then I had no rest.
There was an odd auction again...Miss Kyndle certainly is spirited. Speaking of the woman, she requested my aid and promoted me to an Advocate of the Driftwood Coast. There was an official meeting as well, though due to a job I had promised to do I was forced to leave early. I must remember to apologize to Miss Kyndle.
I played a fun little game with Miss Saachi, and oddly enough, it lead to her becoming my disciple. I do hope to do my best to teach her of combat. She certainly excelled in her first trial. Of course even this enjoyment was short lived, as the Sultansworn requested I aid a group in the handling of re-emergent primals. Those damned gods will never be quieted I fear.
I must go now, I wish to see to my armors repairs and perhaps take Miss Iliette to dinner at the Bismark, she does enjoy their service very much."
Nix leaned back in the chair, his silver hair drawn down by gravity as he sighed. He closed the journal as he stood, his leather boots squeaking as he turned. He stepped to the small bell near the door and called for R'idalah, his newer retainer. She took his clothing and bowed as she left. He walked to the bed and sat, the mattress ducking under his weight. He sat there for some time, thinking about the things he had seen, the people he had met. There was so much more coming and he knew it. He laid back and went to sleep, his thoughts racing over his friends, and his desire to see those he had not spoken with in some time.
There is a small note folded up between the pages of his journal, a bent corner sticks out. If one were to open the book and read the note they would see:
"She said they were called Kiggles.
-Mage
-Woman in white coat
-Illiette may know names
what in the hells has this girl gotten into"
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