The Quest of One

The Mithran Adventurer

2005-11-28T13:47:00.000-06:00

I finally made my way back to my home of Bastok. I wanted to find a new sword to use and grab my warrior's gear to prepare for the trip to Khazam. As I was walking the Markets, I saw a Mithran that I had once helped out. Her name is Nbu Latteh. She had been venturing out across Vana'diel and wanted to give her child a present. I made a copper ring, a technique I had learned through my studies in Gold Smithing and gave it to the young girl. The child responded that she didn't want presents, but that she wanted her mother to just come home.

Now that I finally had run into her again, I thought I'd mention this. Nbu seemed slightly alarmed by the information and promised she'd go back to her...eventually. I had no idea why she would want to hide from her own child.

Then I ran into Parnika, a Hume guard who often gives directions to the city. I had a very brief conversation with her. She seemed to be eyeing Nbu very closely. Parnika thinks she's a mysterious character and figures we should keep a close eye on her. I personally don't see anything wrong with Nbu, seems like a perfectly normal Mithran to me.

I went and stopped by the Auction House to look for some swords. I had been looking on and off for a while, but still, nothing was available to my interest or budget. I really hope I can get a new sword before my journey, this Long Sword just isn't cutting it anymore. Sorry for the pun. :)

Watching the Weather

2005-11-21T18:15:00.000-06:00

I spent the next day relaxing in the remote village of Selbina. The salt blowing off the southern seas refreshed my senses. I checked the local vendors for their specialities, enjoying a few fine fish-dishes. I planned on setting out a day later and head back to my home country of Bastok. There, I'd make final preparations for my trip to Kazham and figure out how to get there.

I was letting my feet soak in the sea when I had an apiffany. Today was an especially sunny day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. However, I have seen days when there were plenty of clouds and days that were tremendously hotter. The variation of weather seems to be in affect any where you go. Sometimes it's sunny in the Valkrum Dunes and some times its so dusty you can't see two feet in front of you. And so I wondered, is it possible to predict these variations?

Maybe yes, maybe no. I remember one time when I was passing through the Pashhow Marshlands. It was rainny and murky, and it made me miserable. If only there were a way to figure out when it's going to rain or not.

I remembered a certain group who devoted themselves to studying the weather. Sure enough, after talking to a few local residents, I found someone who was part of the group. Her name is Wachiwi.

She immediately spouted out a report, almost robotically, but when I asked her that I was interested in the group, she almost flushed. She thought it was funny that a young man like me would be interested in things like the consistency of weather. To tell you the truth, I was a little surprised myself. Nonetheless, Wachiwi was nice enough to inform me about her group. Unfortunately, they weren't looking for new recruits at the time and felt like they had a pretty good cover on the weather.

I asked her how they were able to know the weather 3 days in advance. She was relucant to reply. Then she told me it was a secret that only their group knew. After talking with her for a while longer, I was able to get some valuable information. She told me of some of the past few months and the weather on each of those days. I jotted it down on a small little piece of paper.

Later that night, I sat down to review my notes. I decided to make them into a clearer chart that'd explain the percentages of weather in different locations:

I'm going to keep a look out for the weather from now on and continue to update my chart. One day, perhaps the offical weather forecasting group of Vana'diel will accept me to its ranks. Worse that could happen is finding out a way to predict the weather. :)

If interested in viewing the statistical data that I have gathered thus far, check here (altough, it's quite cryptic).

Party #3

2005-11-14T17:37:00.000-06:00

Several weeks have passed since I came to the Valkrum Dunes. I've met several people who've come and gone. I feel relatively confident in my skills as a White Mage now, enough to where I'm not constantly looking back over my shoulder in fear of the dangerous locals monsters. A little more polishing of the skills and I'll be heading for Kazham!

I joined a team and continued my duties. A Galkan monk, the powerhouse of the group, took interest in the Spirit Masques I had obtained from the Sunbreeze Festival. He put it on and we all had a good laugh. It seems everybody in the party felt relatively relaxed and unafraid of the area. This was a good party to finish up the last bit of White Mage trainning I had left to do.

We got lucky when Malala, a Tarutaru, showed up. Malala was good friends with one of the other taru's in the party. However, Malala's skill was unmatched by our entire party's skill combined. This little Taru was tough and extremely powerful. He watched over us while we trainned, curing the wounded. Altough I couldn't hone in my spell-casting with him around, I couldn't deny I enjoyed having him around. He kept us safe and gave us good advice. I was even able to practice using my staff as a weapon since my casting was barely even needed. Well, curing wasn't needed. I know a few enfeebling spells that can send monsters into a daze. I rarely get to practice these skills.

Before I knew it, we all felt satisfied with our progress and disbanded to venture elsewhere. I gave my respectful acknowledgement to the company and bowed to Malala as I set off for Selbina to get some much needed sleep.

Party #2

2005-10-31T17:15:00.000-06:00

I joined yet another party. In fact, I'm sitting with them now. At least, the modified version of the team after the little incident. I'll have to be short, for I'm on watch duty as I write this entry.
They're good people. Not the most advance team of experience grabbers, but we've maintained a steady flow over the past day or two. There was another White Mage in the group, but after we got ambushed by a pyro-maniac goblin who blew us all up, we didn't see him again. We had been moved by the local militia watching the area. We recovered in Selbina and returned to the battlefront. There we met a young Summoner who agreed to join our band. It's always exciting watching what those powerful mages can do.

Anyway, I'd say more, but I really need to keep a close eye on the surroundings...

あかるい！

2005-10-27T19:38:00.000-05:00

Feeling satisfied with my Mage refresh course at the Palborough Mines, I decided it was time to see if I could handle a group enviornment. On the Quon continent, that means one thing: a journey to the Valkrum Dunes. Given, it is not my favorite place, but it will be substantial in terms of experience. I felt ready to try the more challenging of creatures and pull the expected weight of a White Mage.

My eyes had to adjust to the morning sunlight as I exited the mines and made way across Gustaberg to the Konchstat Highlands. Once there, it was only a stone throw away to the Dunes. I've always been amazed by the sudden drop off from the highlands to the long-stretched beach of Valkrum. The path is a very dangerous one and rewards you with sand to your ankles and intensified sunlight.

The sun was already a decent amount past high noon when I arrived at the dunes. I had made excellent time getting there, although I was quite out of breath. As always, there was a large community of adventurers at the entrance. There were thieves bragging about their recent steals and bards doing their thing; all of them looking for compatible people to join ranks with.

When you walk into the dunes wearing a White Mage's cloth, it doesn't take a second to get recognized. Immediately, I was approached by several potential teammates. After some careful selection, I finally joined a small group of relatively equal experience. We set out for a spot north of the central outpost.

We spent very little time planning strategy. We simply selected a puller, a tank and his backup and got down to business. We just fought the local crabs. It was a slow process, but we made decent headway. We had a few setbacks when a goblin or two snuck up on our camp spot.

Before I knew it, it was night. I told the party we should rest and regain our strength and continue in the morning. I kicked off my shoes (and shook out the sand) and helped the Black mage produce a small bon-fire. We cooked our large supply of crab and settled in for the night. I took first watch.

I noticed on the rock I was sitting on someone had etched in a message. It said: あかるい！ I admit, I couldn't understand what it meant exactly, but it made me think of someone...

Dark Days

2005-10-25T19:02:00.000-05:00

Daylight does not shine within the Palborough Mines. Instead, we have dim, flickering lights glimmering off the sparse torches. There is a stream that flows on the lower floor. Directly above this wide cavern is a flowing river that supposedly connects with the Zeruhn Mines. The water from that river seeps through the rocks and falls into the steady stream below. This is where I've been for the past few days.

I attempted going deeper into the mines when I realized I was too weak to handle the Quadavs. An Onyx Quadav nearly ended my life had it not been for another mining adventurer who happened to be passing by. I was really curious to find Bu'Ghi Howlblade, a Quadav soldier who reports on the mines from time to time to the Quadav forces. I was hoping I could catch him and claim the rewards. However, there was no guarantee he was even there. And, after the Onyx Quadav, I doubt I'd have much luck.

So I moved to the stream and stayed close. I'd venture out and fight a Quad or two and then come back to rest. When I got tired or hungry, I set out to fishing in the stream. Usually, I'd only pull out a rusty bucket or nothing at all. Everyonce in a while, I caught a tri-colored carp. These don't sell well and are quite tasty for a snack, so they became my meal for the days I spent in the mines.

However, you have to be careful of the crabs in the water. They get angry when you disturb the water too often. As long as I kept an eye out for them, they weren't a problem. Of course, I'm not going to say they weren't an appetizing meal. They will snap, I just made sure they were squashed before they could do much damage.

Then, one day, I caught one on my reel. Knowing it was just a crab, I figured I'd reel it in anyway and make myself a good breakfast. What came out of the water was huge and rampant. I barely had a chance to pull out my staff before the crab was clawing at my chest. I quickly realized it hand the upper hand, figuratively speaking. I started to run for the shaft to the upper level when I noticed someone coming down the tunnel. I shouted for help, but only got a blank stare. I started to panic. I ran up to the person and pleaded for his help. He looked at me and nodded, as if he barely understood what I was saying. He then spat a few words on his tongue and I felt a rush of white energy flow through my body. He pulled out his staff and fought the crab that was close behind.

Thanks to this man, known only as Murrdog to me, I survived another day. Murrdog then went up the elevator shaft with his friend and I didn't see them again.

Deep within the Mines

2005-10-24T18:44:00.000-05:00

It's been a while since I've traversed the Palborough Mines. It reeks of death and misfortune. It was once a place for prospering for my fellow countrymen, but when the Quadavs found it, it became a graveyard. Many were slaughtered on both sides and the entire shaft became a desolate wasteland of curving caverns.

Nowadays, only Adventurers come here to mine. There is no order of operation or security. It's still heavily populated with Quadavs. Technically, I suppose it belongs to them now. However, the turtles don't run the place. In fact, I rarely see anything other than the unexperienced or retired Quads roaming around. I've heard of a few select names rolling around of higher-ups that frequent the place and report on its status. Sadly enough, the effort needed to exterminate the beastman is too cost-deficient and has fallen on the priority of Bastokian leaders as a low-class trainning mission.

It's a sad sight really. You won't come across any bones like you would see in the Gusgen Mines, but there are plenty of Silver Name tags lying around. The old miners use to wear them before they were ambushed by the Quads.

I found practice quickly. Young Quadavs find White Mages to be easy prey. That's fine by me, I have enough Warrior knowledge to use my staff accordingly if needed. The practice is good to hone in on my casting. The slew of Quads I took at the front of the mines posed little challenge, so I dared to go deeper into the mines...

The Off-road Path

2005-10-18T19:51:00.000-05:00

Although my new armor fit well and was more durable than my previous robe, I'm considerably weaker as a mage than a warrior. I've got sword swinging in my veins. Of course, I do have little bit of magic too, thanks to mom. I try not to think of them during trainning for it is too big of a distraction to deal with those sad memories. Especially when I'm headed to Quad-infested areas. I figured if I was going to be killing beastman, I might as well make it those stinky Quadavs.

There was a small camp fire just past the Obere Creek in North Gustaberg. It was about 4:00am. I decided I would examine the strange fire that was only a stone throw away from the Bastok gates. To my surprise, two Quads were chewing on some vultures they had caught. They both jumped up at my presence.

They were really young. I asked them what they were doing so close to my hometown. They made up a quick lie about eating dinner. I figured it would be best to kill them. However, I was suddenly filled with mercy for them. Yes, they'd grow up to be strong Quadavs that would try to kill us, but I couldn't find it in me to kill them. I gave them a warning, of which they snickered to. Then, one of them said something about, "he's the one who killed Ji! Let him pass." I nodded and continued on my way.

As I walked through the blue hue provided by the moon, I wondered why I had done that. Perhaps it has something to do with my focus on being a White Mage. How can I train if I won't even kill anything. I continued heading north, pondering on the question.

As I neared my destination, I was attacked by a fairly young Quadav. He had no intention of talking, just chopping my head off. I managed to ward him off and then I pummeled him to death. I suppose I would be able to train, as long as the monsters attacked me...

Rest before the Journey

2005-10-17T12:36:00.000-05:00

I tried on my new Doublet as soon as I got home. I made sure to take the Bastok Mines exit to get there fast. I think the new armor looks pretty good on me. It's comfortable too, surprisingly not that warm. I gathered some scrolls I had obtained and started reviewing the spells I had learned. I had no idea where I was going to train in the morning and it's been a while since I've focused primarily on being a White Mage. It's quite the opposite of being a brute Warrior.

It was a particularly dark night. My window looked like some sort of black screen. My moogle was attending to the few plants I had and seemingly enjoying himself. All moogles are called Mog as a reference name, like "hey, you," or "come on, guys," for us. It's often forgotten they have names. My Mog's official name is Mogma. For the most part, he leaves me be and I let him do his own thing. I trust him enough to let him stay while I sleep, but yet, I barely know him at all. I really should try to open up the communication between me and him. For some reason, I'm just so inclined to only talk with Humes. I don't know what stemmed this outlook on life, but it's just the way I am. Nonetheless, I still think of Mogma as a friend.

Speaking of that, I wonder what's happened with Zachary...

Boytz to the Rescue

2005-10-13T14:25:00.000-05:00

Great, just great. Last time I play along with a little kid. I forgot my keys inside my Mog House and locked myself out. Usually, I just put them in my pockets, but subligars don't have pockets. Ugh, now I gotta run around looking like this...

Hopefully Boytz could help me out. He's a Galkan in the Bastok Mines who runs a knicknack store. I ran as fast as I could and got several odd looks. Man, this was embarrassing. Taking the back-alleys, watching for suspcious characters, I made haste towards the shop.

Gelzerio, the Galkan clerk of the shop had quite a laugh as I entered the room. I know these guys pretty well, done business with them plenty of times. After getting his breath back, he told me the shop was about to close. I asked him if Boytz was here and was directed to the back.

Again, I received several laughs from Boytz as I entered the room. I know I'll never live this one down. And what's my excuse? Playing dress-up with a little girl. Sheesh.

Boytz gave me a special key. It should vanish as soon as I use it. Then he asked me why I didn't just let my moogle let me in. Doy. Why didn't I think of that?

So I said my goodbyes and headed out, only to be stopped by Gelzerio. Thinking he just wanted another laugh, I continued walking. However, Gelzerio was actually trying to get me to buy some armor. It's called the Doublet. It looked pretty sturdy and fitting for a mage and Gelzerio was trying to get it sold before the shop closed (in other words, selling it for cheap), so I couldn't see any reason not to. With my new gloves and body armor, I can really focus on my white magic trainning.

I think I'll just eat a bite and call it a day for now...

I Prefer Pants...

2005-10-12T12:56:00.000-05:00

After yesterday's run-in with the bulls, I spent most of the day at the Steaming Sheep at the Port. As night neared, I set out for the Auction House at the Markets to see if any swords had become available and whether I could buy them or not. Sadly, there was nothing of interest.

As I was heading down the road from the A.H., a girl on the bridge stopped me. She told me she was a stylist. Yes, it was awkward, but I figured she was just playing some kind of game. I decided to play along. She then told me to come back wearing a robe and a bronze subligar and then I'd truly be "in style."

Since I had nothing better to do, I went and bought the items off the A.H. They're relatively cheap items. I put them on in my moghouse and realized one thing, how in the world was I going to walk around town like this? Maybe I had one too many drinks at the Steaming Sheep, because I went out anyway. I got a few stares, but Brygid told me I looked great. I had to disagree...

Nonetheless, she gave me some gloves for playing along. I refused to take the gift, but she said she makes them all the time. I ended up taking them and even wearing them. Of course, the first thing I did was put some pants on.

Blitz Buffalo

2005-10-11T17:45:00.000-05:00

I woke up to quite a stir. There was a lot of commotion going on at my neighbor's Mog House. I picked up my Holly Staff and peaked out my door to see what was going on. They were talking about some Buffalo festival. There was quite a group, almost an alliance. Not knowing about the event, I cared little about whatever it was they were going on about. However, I couldn't seem to get back to sleep either. So I figured I'd go do some early fishing or watch the sun rise over the Befhel Gulf in South Gustaberg.

I ended up just outside the gates to my beloved home of Bastok. There was an even larger gathering here. I heard someone say something about "she's bringing it in" and I decided I'd see what all the hub-bub was about. To my surprise, a Mithran came running full speed over the hills with a gigantic bull-like beast trailing close behind. When she arrived at the gates, everybody jumped into action, fighting the raging creature.

What was really surprising was that both young and old adventurers were participating. I couldn't imagine a novice fighter trying the likes of this thing. One person was kicked by the bull, sending them flying right in my direction. When he landed, he laughed. Now I was really confused. He asked me why I wasn't fighting and I asked in return why he was fighting. And then he explained it to me...

Apparently, the M.H.M.U. (aka the Troublesome Moogles) had gathered large buffalos from the Uleguerand Range and placed them all near the cities in a special event they called Blitz Buffalo. Each buffalo had red sashes tied around it's horns that enraged the beasts. The game was to defeat the buffalo and get the red sashes for yourself. I remember seeing a bull in the Rolanberry Fields. It must've been part of this event!

They were virtually harmless. They'd just kick you a distance if you got them thinking about anything besides the sashes. And by distance, I mean sometimes your sent flying into the city. Luckily, no one got hurt during the festivity.

I decided to join along and try my hand at getting one of the sashes. The buffalos took forever to bring down, but with as many people as we had, it only took about an hour. I managed to get one of the sashes on the second bull I fought (everyone grabbed the sashes before I could get to them on the first one).

It was a lot of fun. I decided I'd check on the people around town and head out for my trainning the following day.

The Triumphant Return

2005-10-10T12:32:00.000-05:00

Climbing up the hills of the Fumaroles in South Gustaberg has always been a daunting task, but knowing that my barren dessert-side home was just around the corner compelled me to continue. The sun was now in sight and illuminating the sky, a paticularly clear day. I saw a few young adventurers challenging the local creatures and testing their skills. It feels like so long ago since I was doing just the same.

Before I knew it, I was walking the grand streets of Bastok, absorbing the comotion around me. I was close to the Auction House so it's not surprising that all kinds of shouts were being screamed. 'Buy this' or 'Low prices here!' or 'Tele services'. It was good to be home.

I wasn't feeling very social so I decided to reside in my Mog House for the remainder of the day. It's still relatively dull, but at least I have a bed now. I opened up my cabinet-chest and pulled out my folded robe. I wore this while learning White Magic. I took off all the Beetle and Lizard armor and stored them on top of the bed, placing the robe on my body. I sat down for and relaxed, taking a look at my plants and fixing a few bad-tasting meals. I even took a nap. Ah, it was good to be home.

I came out just in time to see the sun set. I placed a few items I had obtained on my journey on the Auction House, hoping for mariginal returns. I browsed through the weapons sections for a good sword to use once I was done refining my White Mage abilities.

The Young Quad Squad

2005-10-05T13:26:00.000-05:00

I strolled into the Gustaberg Region as the sun emerged from the endless edges of the world. It was still dark enough to trip on a root growing out of the ground. I was getting tired from my nightly journey and ready to take a nice, long nap in my little bed. However, after I crossed the bridge over Zeikt Creek in North Gustaberg, I was met by a party of Quadavs...stinky, ugly, dumb Quadavs. They were low class and young, maybe not even part of the Quadav military, but I was ready for battle if need be.

"Hellooos, young adventurer," one Quadav holding a staff said, undoubtedly an Amber Quadav. "Have yous come long way to returns to your home?"

"As a matter of fact," I said, getting irritated they'd even talk to me, "I have."

"I'm afraids it's going to cost you 50 gil," another one said, almost politely. He was holding a sword, pointing at my chest. I took notice of his armor and its branding. He was part of the Quadav forces. He was what we called simply a Young Quadav.

"I'm afraid it's going to cost your heads if you don't get out of my way, immediately!" I countered.

"Oh, please," the third one, an Amethyst Quadav said, "do not be angered. We's just asking for small toll. We no wish to fight."

Their weapons were all out and ready for attack. I doubt they had any intention of not fighting.

"Since when did the Quadav forces think they owned the Gustaberg region?" I asked.

"The tolls. Give us the tolls!" the Young Quadav demanded, not quite as politely.

"Ji'Zigah, please," the Amethyst Quadav pleaded, "he very strong. We best give him leave and fights another weakling."

"And when did the young forces start partying? I've never seen a Quadav party before, especially around here," I said, ignoring their little truffle.

"I sick of fighting young weaklings!" Ji'Zigah retorted. "I wants kill stronger foe! Become Gold Quadav faster!"

"Me's too!" the Amber Quadav agreed. "Let's kill this Bastokian swine!"

"I wander if the Quadav forces at Beadeaux have finally started formulating strategies," I said, completely oblivious of the situation. "That would be bad news. The Quads haven't worked together effectively since the Crystal War..."

And then I found myself dodging the swipe of a blade from the Young Quadav. It was a slow and sluggish attack, and he lost his footing as a result. It was enough time for me to unsheath my sword and stab him in the side. He let out a screech of pain. I hate the turtles, but I hate their ear-piercing screeches even more.

The Amber and Amethyst Quads were already casting magic. However, they were weak and minimalistic spells, so I concerned myself with Ji'Zigah. He had managed to recover from my blow, but was limping horridly. Another failed attempt from him and I chopped his head right off, followed by a spew of his beastman blood. I heard the Amethyst scream, "Ji!"

I had been poisoned by the two mages and felt the burning sensation in my throat, but it wasn't anything I haven't dealt with before. The Amethyst ran to Ji'Zigah while the Amber continued to back away and unleash it's magic. I found a open crease in the Amethyst shell and jabbed my sword in and twisted. Another screech and he was dead.

The third finished his Dia spell and continued to back away. I ran at him fullspeed. He then casted a Bind spell and ran away. After the effect of the spell wore off, there was no point in chasing the Amber Quadav. I turned back to the others.

I found a considerable amount of Gil on the two. They had ambushed some other adventurers, no doubt. I must inform all this to the president. We might have another war at hand...

The Message in Stone

2005-10-03T12:57:00.000-05:00

Surprisingly enough, the cave was not deep. In fact, standing at the very back, you could still view the sunlight. However, the main focus was the large Stone Tablet. Lighting a small fire next to it, I read the message. This was one of those messages I needed for the mayor of Selbina! Too bad I didn't have the clay on me to imprint it...

I wonder why that goblin was guarding this? Perhaps the cave might go deeper than I know how to get to...

This was the message on the stone:

The strong Odin Wind blows often over the
highlands. The traveling Bastokian merchants
were clever enough to take notice of the raging
winds and built these windmills to harness its
power. The purpose was clear: flour milling.
Bastok is the biggest cotton producer in the
world. But to feed the hungry nation, wheat from
San d'Oria is a necessity that cannot be ignored
too. San d'Oria has a huge surplus of wheat.
Bastok then buys over the wheat from San d'Oria
at a low price, processes them in these mills and in
turn, sell the flour as a trade commodity. And the
link to this trade relation between San d'Oria and
Bastok lies in these windmills! Interestingly, even
when 2 countries are faced in a war, both sides can
be embroiled in a conflict for ages but no matter
what, there is surely a time when a battle has to
stop for soldiers to sit down and have some freshly
baked bread.

Cheers to the merchants!

Onewing Strikes Back

2005-10-03T12:18:00.001-05:00

There he was, just up the hill from where I stood. I went ahead and held the hilt of my Long Sword, ready to unsheath it. The armored Goblin just watched as I approached him. His ears twitched slightly as he folded his arms.

"Nice to see you again, Mr....?" I said.

He mumbled something under the iron mask that covered his face.

"No name, huh?" I responded, half-smiling.

He squinted and grunted.

"Very well. I suppose you don't remember me."

He cocked his head. "Fools come often."

It was my turn to squint. Then, instantenously, we both unsheathed our swords. Judging by my newer armor, I doubt he'd leave any room for mistakes this time. I decided to hold off on the Mighty Strikes ability and just use my plain-old sword-fighting skills.

I threw the first blow, a quick downward slice to what I would assume was his clavicle. Hit the target. Unfortunately, the nasty, hunched-over goblin retaliated with a blow to the chest with his fist followed by an upward slash to my face. My face-gear protected the most of the unexpected attack, but a small cut running up my face managed to form. I couldn't allow him any more chances.

So I twirled around, ripping my sword out of the side of his neck and brought it into his arm. He happened to twist his arm just so the armor separated at the elbow, right where my blade hit. He groaned and screeched, repeatedly thrashing his sword at me. I managed to block all the blows with my shield. Waiting for the perfect moment, I continued to twist the blade in his elbow. Then, he hesitated and I moved my sword back, quickly bringing it to his other hand, the one holding the sword. With a quick slice, he dropped his sword. Not wasting a second, I brought the blade back to his neck, right where the armor did not protect.

"What's your name?" I scowled.

"Kablinix," he replied, almost quivering.

The moment the 'nix' came out of his muffled mouth, I rammed my hand into his head with all my strength. The iron mask he wore nearly broke every knuckle in my hand, but the foe fell to the ground unconscious. Taking a moment to subdue the pain, I enjoyed a few seconds of success.

I could have killed him right there, but what would be the honor in that? Especially since he let me live during our previous bout.

So, what was in that cave...?

Across the Highlands

2005-10-01T19:50:00.000-05:00

Ah, the trip home. Soon I'd be back at Bastok, studying the holy powers of white magic to improve my abilities as a healer. Of course, to get there from the Dunes, I have to cross the Konschtat Highlands. It was late when I got there and the weahter was taking a turn for the worse, but other than that, there's not much to worry about here. The Quadav forces here focus their patrolling around the Crag and there's always the occasional ghost, but it's mostly safe travelling. It'd be no problem if I needed to sit down or take a nap here. Yet, I have heard stories of some overgrown sheep that tends to have a temper.

I like the highlands to tell you the truth. I spent many months trainning just outside of Bastok at both South and North Gustaberg before I ventured further. The Konschtat Highlands was my first location outside of the region, ever. At least, as far as I can remember. The highlands provide all kinds of natural foilage and scenic views along with a variety of weather. You can't get anything in Gustaberg other than the sun and a chance of clouds.

I do remember one bad day I had here. I had found what looked like a cave that led into one of the many mountains. There was a guard to the entrance, but he was not of the three nations. He was a Goblin. Actually, a fully-armored Goblin. I was young (even though that was only like a six months ago) and foolish. I was so curious to explore the cave that I took on the gob. I quickly used my Mighty Strikes technique, knowing the enemy was a tough foe. It started out decent and I felt I had a pretty good chance. Dodge a sword here, escape a headbutt here and watch for his special attacks. Then, my Mighty Strikes ability wore off and I started missing him. I think he realized I wasn't completely new at this. He'd jump back and lunge forward, gashing my thigh. He would not hold back. I remember dropping my sword and having blood all over my under garments. Before I knew it, I passed out.

Fortunately, the guard didn't kill me. He just rolled me down the hill! I guess, and this is really a guess, he had no reason to kill me. He just wanted to prevent me from entering the cave. Some adventurer noticed me as they were walking down the road. They brought me to Bastok and paid for me stay at the inn. I don't know who it was, but I'm eternally thankful.

That all being said, I had something I had to take care of before I could study white magic...

Satisfaction

2005-09-29T17:35:00.000-05:00

After my long ride through the night, I arrived at the Valkrum Dunes. Passing quickly through the tunnel, I spent the remainder of the evening at the small Selbina Inn. I arose to a new day and a very hot one I might add.

I ran back to what I consider ground central for beginner party trainning. This spot is the most common area in the entire world for adventurers to learn the basics of partying. What took six people to kill back then, I was planning on killing solo today.

Lizards range in all shapes and sizes. Their tales can be invaluable and their tough skins are used for different kinds of cloth and crafting. They can be particularly menacing at Valkrum, where they've become known as Hill Lizards. For the most part, they're peaceful beings, but will bite if backed into a corner. And, they have incredibly bad breath, even to the point of causing physical damage. They were perfect for obtaining that skills I desired.

Feet sinking in sand, I found my first target and initiated the battle. At first, it was going just fine, until the beast had to open his mouth and unleash that horrible purple posionous breath. Fortunately, my studies in the White Magic remedied it fast. It wasn't long before I lay claim to my first victory against the Hill Lizards of the Valkrum Dunes.

I fought for about an hour before deciding to relocate to the tunnel. Although there wasn't much breathing room, I continued to defeat the lizards with ease. Before the end of the day, I realized I was satisified with my training and that it was indeed time to explore new areas.

Then I got to thinking, my White Magic skills could be improved. They weren't lacking, but could definitely be better. And I sure would enjoy a trip back home to Bastok. Without further ado, I set out to Bastok to study the holy powers of White Magic.

Note in First Comment!

Solo

2005-09-28T13:10:00.000-05:00

Luckily, I found my way outside of the perils of Delkfutt's Tower. The Gigas forces might be powerful in brute strength, but they are considerably dumb and easy to sneak past. However, don't let that mislead you; you should never fool around with a Gigas.

I spent the next several days grouping with different parties. Typically, I'd only stick around for a few hours and then disband from the group. Why? Because it's getting to the point where I see no improvement in my skills. I'm not learning or challenging myself anymore here. So I decided, it was time to leave.
After three long, grueling weeks in Qufim, I decided to finish up my last bit of experience solo. A little self-trainning is always good for the soul. Once I felt satisfied, I will most likely venture to a new and more challenging place. Finally, somewhere besides dreary ole Qufim Island.

So I rented out a chocobo and headed south through the Rolanberry Fields. It was late at night and the moon was hidden, so I could barely see anything. I often get too relaxed on my chocobo, thinking nothing could hurt me. Then I saw a rather large bull grazing in one of the many valley's of Brutus' Fields. It looked mean and very powerful. Everything looks that way here. When it started snorthing, I decided it was time to move. I noticed it had some kind of red sash tied onto its horn. Then I realized something...bulls were never in Rolanberry Fields before as far as I remember. What was going on?

I continued on my way. The dark night made me sleepy, but I decided to carry on until I reached my destination. I was on route to the Dunes.

The Darkness within the Tower

2005-09-27T18:05:00.000-05:00

I joined a group interested in fighting the lower rank Gigas warriors that hid in Delkfutt's Tower. To me, it was the perfect chance to continue my mission in finding the ambassador. However, before asking them to assist me in my search, I decided to wait and see how well we worked together. I'm glad I did.

Lior, the leader of the group led us up the stairs down the left hall on the ground floor. There we positioned ourselves next to the steps and challenged appearingly unskilled Gigas. It went well for a while.

Unfortunately, the darkness and the Gigas forces (which appeared to me as if they were strengthening) led the team into disarray and we we're split up.

I once wondered why Delkfutt's Tower stood. Who built it and what purpose did it serve? I still don't know other than the most obvious. However, I did find out from some reading at Jeuno that 20 years ago, during the end of the Crystal War, the Shadow Lord, slowly being defeated by the allied forces, led an attack with his Gigas forces on Jeuno. Apparently, the Archduke had gathered all the nations armies there for a march to the Shadow Lord. The Gigas Warriors attacked in full force, but were no match. Further reading tells me the Gigas were pushed back and retreated to the tower, in which the Archduke chose not to follow, since they were not what he was after.

It's a good story. Well, good "history" I should say. Nonetheless, that bit of knowledge doesn't aid me in the fact that I'm standing alone in the middle of Gigas' grounds. I think it's time to leave now...

Trainning Day #157

2005-09-26T12:04:00.000-05:00

I'm not sure exactly if it is my 157th day on the battlefield, but I think it's a pretty good estimation. Anyway, I've been here at Qufim for two weeks now, occasionally venturing to Jeuno for a break or shelter. Usually, I just tough it out on the island. Sometimes I don't have anything to eat or anyone to fight with, but its pretty rare. Qufim is a relatively popular spot for the fairly young adventurer.

I've stuck with Greater Pugils and infrequently challenging a Gigas or two with appropriate teammates. I've seen lots of clashing and fools who think they know what they're doing, sometimes me being the fool. All and all, my experience here has been formidable and I plan on advancing to tougher territory in a week or two. I wonder where I will go...

I sure am excited...

Some pics from the varying parties I've trainned with:

Greater Pugils

2005-09-22T19:40:00.000-05:00

I've made several come-and-go friends out on the island. People usually stick around for a day or two and then go elsewhere, so I see a lot of people. I've been out here on the island for a few days now. I'll tell you one thing, the Pugils make for a pretty good meal.

It's not the safest place to stay at night, but lately, the beastmen count seems to be down. San d'Oria has had control of this region for Altana-knows-how-long, and they seem to be cleaing it up. I prefer this valley near the northern coastal area. I (as well as those who stick around to help) hunt Greater Pugils there.

It's funny how their name came about. Pugils are just those over-grown fish that have come walkin' on our land. Originally, they were found in the Valkrum Dunes. Since then, the creatures (commonly called Pugs) have migrated across the oceans and started appearing on Qufim. However, the herd appeared to be genetically advanced compared to their Valkrum counter-parts. So, adventurers just started calling them Greater Pugils. They all pretty much taste the same as far as I'm concerned.

I've focused my trainning on these monsters. They're a good challenge and well-worth the victory (food to my tummy). However, many young adventurers aren't aware of what stirs at night and stick around too long. Bogy's, powerful ghosts that even the most trainned soldiers can't defeat, pop out of nowhere and haunt the island. I typically relocate to setup a small tent.

I'm having a feeling this place won't be a challenge to me at all soon. I haven't even thought of where I'd go next...

A Dangerous Path

2005-09-20T19:05:00.000-05:00

I fear Qufim less and less each day. In fact, I started walking around carelessly, not afraid of the dangers around me. I happened to find a cave that I had never seen before. I looked on my map that I bought from Jeuno and was surprised to see there was no markings of a cave in that area. This cave had the same fang-like stalactites hanging from the ceiling. I almost went in, but someone came up seeking for some battle experience. I couldn't deny him, being that was my sole purpose for being here at Qufim. I asked him where the cave went and he told me it led to Behemoth's Dominion and he said, "you don't want to go there..."

Behemoths...

They're suppose to be the largest beasts in all of Vana'diel, so I hear. I heard they were used in the attack on Tavnaziania. I couldn't believe that just down that cave's path was where the Behemoths roamed. I definitely won't be going in there any time soon.

Return to Qufim

2005-09-19T11:56:00.000-05:00

I wasted away too much of my day after yesterday's trip to Giddeus. I said I was soar from the short journey, but I the truth was I was just too relax from my long vacation at Windurst. When the sun made its way for the horizon, I finally decided it was time to go; to head back to the dangerous island off of Jeuno and continue honing in on my skills, both as a party member and a swordsman.

Of course, I had no intention running the path at night, especially through Ahropahgo's Path. So I took some advice from a Taru I met in the local tavern and tried a mysterious, but instantaneous, magical technique. It's called blood-porting. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. However, it worked for me and I made it to Jeuno before the sun set over the sea. In fact, it was early enough I decided to go ahead and venture out into the wild.

After sneaking my way through the tunnel, I found several people looking to join forces. It's amazing how all four corners of the world merge here and fight together, just like at the Valkrum Dunes.

We decided to gather below the Tower's entrance and find more people willing to fight together. We were surprised by the vast amount of people/parties that were gathered there.

Every once in a while, some adventurer came running through with a Giant chasing them. Actually, it happened several times. Nonetheless, everybody there would help take the beast down, saving the endangered soul.

Eventually, we formed a six-person party and separated from the large group. Too many people meant little training and experience.

At first, I was a little rusty, but I quickly remembered my old tricks. I planned on staying here until I had gained the proper knowledge and skills. No more vacations.

I do miss the sunny days though. Qufim is just such a dreadfully cold place...

In front of the mirror...

2005-09-13T19:15:00.000-05:00

Zachary and I parted ways. He was headed towards Bastok to finish up the last parts of his mission and I was to be headed to Qufim. It was late...almost early. I think I saw the sky lighten as I came up to the Rent-A-Room. The guards there laughed as I re-registered for the ump-teenth time. Nonetheless, I slept for a good six to seven hours straight.

When I rolled out of bed (feeling quite refreshed and energetic) it was already midday. I could probably make it to Jeuno before nightfall and be out the next morning for training. I looked at some of the stuff I had gathered over the past few days and put them on. I put on Baren Moren's hat along with the shorts earned from Azimuth Circle. With nothing else but my cloth shirt, I felt rather stupid. I did get a good laugh out of it.

Then I put on my Beetle armor that I wear into battle. It felt good to suit up in the moderately decent armor. I bought my face protecter from the Auction House as usual, but it was a crafted by someone else besides the general providers. It felt special to me. I took a look at the dagger I nabbed last night and sighed...

I knew it was time to go back out to the battle fields.

Back to Giddeus

2005-09-12T11:32:00.000-05:00

Zachary and I took a break outside of Giddeus' wide, almost seemingly welcome, entrance. I had agreed to accompany him to the Treasure Room to deliver a Mirror as an offering to continue peace between the Yagudo and Windurst. Zachary did not have a map, but I did. Yet, I had no idea where the Treasure Room was. We decided we'd go ahead and explore the front entrance of Giddeus, being that the Yagudo there were merely scouts and soldiers-in-training and easily defeated if the things went bad.

It was getting late. The Yagudo didn't even bother to fight us. There were a few grunts and glares, but nothing worth picking a fight. We decided to go southwest. The deeper we got, the more Yags came out. It was kind of eerie being surrounded by the bird-beasts. Last time I was here, I had a large group to fight the dragon. It was just me and Zachary this time.

Then we found some caves to explore. The Yags still wouldn't bother me, but they started getting gutsy with Zach. Some even started to hit him. I would not tolerate it and quickly taught them how strong we were.

We found a Tarutaru soldier surveying the area down in the caves. I asked if he knew where the Treasure Room was. He said he would tell us if we supplied him with some bird feathers. Unfortunately, we had none. Yet, he felt bad for us and decided to give us at least a clue. He said,

"When your see the Ironmaker, you're close."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but thanked him anyway. Somehow, along the way, Zachary and I got split up. I couldn't find him anywhere. So I decided to continue my search. I found a gathering of Yagudos deeper in the caves. They were talking to a central Yag. They kept calling him 'Eyy Mon the Ironmaker.' The clue! I must be close. As I was walking by the crowd, I assumed they wouldn't start a fight with me. Apparently, Eyy Mon was a little more brave than the others. He came at me with alarming speed, never making a sound.

He was a ninja Yagudo. He was quick with his katana as well. I was taken by surprise, but managed to equip my sword and strike back. He was all offense and no defense. Once I made a few hits, he was dead on the ground. He had a knife on him. It was very unique looking. I decided to hold onto it. To my surprise another one of the Yags took Eyy Mon's katana. The other Yags then called him Eyy Mon the Ironmaker. I suppose it was more of a title of whoever held the katana.

I back tracked a little bit and found Zachary. We laughed at the fact that we got separated. After a good chuckle, I asked if he had been hurt, being that he was only a black mage and low enough that the Yags would pick on him. He was fine.

We continued past the Yagudo grouping (who decided not to bother us) and travelled deeper into the cave. We found a peaceful Yagudo who was guarding a large door. His name was Uu Zhoumo. He thanked us for the offering and informed us that he thought the peace treaty was silly, but it would continue nonetheless.

We started to head out when Zachary informed me that we needed some shields on return to the consulate. It was an odd request, but it was his mission. He told me that Yags by the title of Zhuu Buxu the Silent carried the shield.

We continued searching the caves until we found two Yags carrying the desired shields. They wouldn't willingly give us the shields, so we had to fight them. Odd, we come on a peace mission, only to have to fight to receive the second part of the mission. Nonetheless, we got the shields and I guided us out of Giddeus.

It was now just past midnight. I decided I would go back and re-register for the Rent-A-Room one more time and get some rest. My detour turned out to be quite an adventure. However, the battles filled me with enthusiasm and desire to venture back into trainning. And I made quite a friend, although I won't be quick to admit to his nationality.

Detour

2005-09-08T19:42:00.000-05:00

I feel much better today. I got some much needed rest after Zachary and I finished playing Azimuth Circle. This would be the last day I'd spend in Windurst for quite some time. So I've been saying for, has it been weeks now? I suppose it has...

Anyways, I was going to escort Zachary over to Giddeus for his mission from San d'Oria. I woke up a little early to gather all my gear together and checkout of Rent-A-Room. They laughed, being that this was like the sixth time I had checked out. It felt good to have on all my armor again.

I told Zachary to meet me at the Bastokian Consulate near the port. I wanted to check in with the embassy to make sure everything was in good shape and that no emergencies or alarms were present. Zachary was there and waiting for me, watching some gulls flying above the port. He was on time, early even. I guess he takes his role in his nation seriously. Don't get me wrong, I do too. I mean, I might've been assigned to find the ambassador and taken a vacation instead, but that's of little consequence...I hope...

The consulate had no news other than San d'Oria was the current leader in the market. That always means higher prices for me. We then set off for Giddeus.

I'd say you can make the trip across West Sarutabaruta in about an hour or two. It's not an incredible distance, but the closer you get to the canyon, the more alert you've got to be. The Yagudo count is exponential. I saw a few young adventurers fighting on the path. They were pretty good for their amount of experience. I remember the day when I couldn't walk past the bridge in North Gustaberg because it was too dangerous. I love having the ability to wander freely as I please.

Unfortunately, I did wander a bit. I got lost on the way and ended up adding about thirty minutes to the trip. I could've sworn there was a pass down there somewhere. I drew out a map with the path Zachary and I took. For a San d'Orian, he was being extra nice. I figured he would have been upset that I hadn't taken him directly there. He just laughed and said it was fine.

Then I realized I hadn't asked him what his mission was! I remember fighting a dragon, but I doubt it's anything like that. He told me that he was in charge of delivering a mirror to the Yagudo treasurey room in Giddeus as means of keeping the peace between the Yagudo and Windurst.

Not as exciting as a dragon, but I did wonder where the treasure room was. Just imagine what kind of riches could be in there. However, just becaue there's a peace treaty between the two civilizations, doesn't mean the Yagudo won't attack us. Even though we come bearing gifts, the Yagudo attack. They handle swords pretty good, but I imagine Zachary will manage just fine.

Then I asked if he knew how to get to the treasurey room. Turns out he didn't even have a map of the place. This detour might become a little longer than I expected. Oh well, I like a good fight with a Yagudo...

Azimuth Circle: Finished

2005-09-04T19:51:00.000-05:00

*Yawn*

So I strolled back into town late at night, thirty minutes late to when I told Zachary I'd be there. I got to the moogle and my partner was no where to be found. I sat down and waited, thinking that he might've already left. I waited and waited (more like I completely zoned out). And hour passes and Zachary comes walkin' over. Apparently, San d'Orian's don't have much care for time either.

Anyways, we said our "hello's" and finished the task at hand. I hate to call it a task, but it had almost gotten to that point. After finishing the game, it was about 3:00 in the afternoon. We both had recieved the full outfits from the game and put them on.

They were still shooting off fireworks because of the festival, so we took a moment to stare at the sight before separating. I thanked him for playing with me. My eyes felt heavy, so I was ready to get some rest for my journey in the morning. However, I just had to open my mouth.

Before we set on our ways, I asked him why he was in Windurst. I had figured it was a vacation like myself, but he had mentioned earlier that he was looking for the San d'Orian consulate here. He told me he was on official business from San d'Oria to help stregthen relations between Windurst and Bastok with San d'Oria. This is what I had to do when I was promoted to the third rank of my nation.

Then Zachary asked me if I knew where Giddeus was. How could I forget? That's where I fought a dragon. A dragon! I remembed some fellow Windurstian's helping out with the journey back then, so I figured I'd help him. I told him I could bring him to the Yagudo's backyard and then I'd set out on my adventure. Zachary seemed pleased.

As long as I leave for Qufim right after...

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Late-Night Fishing

2005-09-02T12:38:00.000-05:00

After sitting under the Starfall Hillock tree and conversing with Ipupu, I decided to finish my evening wait at the lake in East Sarutabaruta. When I got there, there was only about four hours till midnight. It was quiet and serene, no monsters were stirring about and the lake was clear enough to see the fishes below.

Seeing the fishes tempted me to pull out my rod and with nothing better to do, that's what I did. Lake Tepokalipuka is known for being the calmest body of water in all of Vana'diel. Of course, to me it looks like a pond rather than a lake. However, I imagine the Tarutaru's perspective is quite different.

I fished for three hours. I caught a few moat carps and some more thrown-out armor. I also managed to stir a few crabs dwelling at the bottom of the lake, but they were nothing to fear. All in and all, it was a good day, but I was getting very tired. I couldn't wait to get the rest of my festival outfit and sleep the rest of the night away.

Ipupu's Translation

2005-09-01T20:40:00.000-05:00

I set out to West Sarutabaruta to find something to do while I waited for the day to end. I was then going to return the Pumimi doll to the Moogle to finish getting my outfit. Unfortunately, it was only a little past noon.

I had spent most of my much-extended vacation out in East Sarutabaruta or Port Windurst and rarely on the west side. It's pretty much more of the same. Of course, the entrance to Giddeus is here where I took part in fighting a dragon, one of my most memorable adventures. There's also the Starfall Hillock Tree. I strongly suggest any tourist in the area to at least run up the hill to see this sight. It may not be the most fascinating tree of all Vana'diel, but it surely bears a lot of Windurstian culture and history.

And that's what I had set out to do, to see the Starfall Tree, to waist the day away under its shade. However, I got side tracked and decided to stop by a tower that I saw in my peripheral vision. It seemed old and had various growths growing spirally up it. It wasn't very well lit inside either. There were two Taru guards inside. The tower turned out to be an intrance to the Horutoto Ruins below. I had no intention of going down there. I did stop to chat with the guards.

They told me that it was pretty boring to watch that spot. They were stationed there to make sure nothing crawled out of the lower ruins and made its way towards the city. Of course, hardly anything ever crawled up, hence the boring part. Then I found out the name of the guard by the door. It was Ipupu! I knew I had heard that name before...

Turns out I had a letter from Hariga-Origa for Ipupu. Hariga works at the Opistery and was having trouble translating a character. He told me to take it to Ipupu to have it translated. I gave the letter to the little Taru and he let out a laugh, saying "That Hariga..." Ipupu went on to explain the character as if it made any sense to me. Ipupu decided to write the translation on the back of the letter and have me bring it back to Hariga.

I thanked Ipupu and stored the letter away. I figured I'd give it to Hariga the next morning when I'd hopefully be ready to set out!

Zachary's Truth Revealed

2005-08-31T12:45:00.000-05:00

Zachary and I played Azimuth Circle a second time to get the matching piece to our peculiar outfits, but the Moogle, although still perky, told us we could only get one item per day. It's a weird rule, but there wasn't anything we could do about it. We had already located the dolls, so we figured we'd come back when the clock struck midnight.

It was midday, so I figured I'd go outside the city to waist some time. I can't believe I've extended this vacation another day. I asked Zachary what he was going to do. He told me he had to find the San d'Orian Consulate. That's it! He was a San d'Orain! No wonder he seemed so, I don't know, what's the word...snottish? He always responded in little sentences that showed no emotion like "Sure." or "Whatever." It was like he was superior to me or something.

I can't believe I spent the whole day with a San d'Orian! What's my deal with San d'Orians? I'll tell you. San d'Oria was the first country I visited after declaring adventure-ship. I came in with all smiles and was treated very poorly by the Elvens. They scoffed at my direction and pushed me out of their way. I even went to the castle-like headquaters on official Bastokian business to heighten relations and help out the Sandy's, but I was treated like I was a splinter in their side. The offensive culture of the secluded Elvens got to me and I said goodbye to San d'Oria, hoping to never return.

I wouldn't expect a Hume to be carrying their flag. But I see it now, that same behavior the Elvens extended. Of course, non-caring and one-word sentences aside, Zachary wasn't all that bad. He did play this game with me and appeared as if he was having fun. Maybe some of the Elven's racism had rubbed off on him, but he was still Hume at heart. I did manage to get along with him. It would be rude of me to treat him differently just because he was from another country. I'd leave that to the Elvens.

So I told him the San d'Orian consulate was in Windurst Woods. He told me he'd be back at midnight and we'd continue the game. I told him I would be there as well.

Azimuth Circle

2005-08-25T20:22:00.000-05:00

I'm apparently never going to leave this place! Haha! Well, I suppose that isn't bad...spending the rest of your life in a tropical paradise. Maybe when I'm old and wrinkly, but I've got too much youth in me now.

I had finally gotten set on leaving town. I was good and rested, ready to focus on the fast-pace battles I'd attempt in Qufim. I was once again traveling through Windurst Waters to leave when I came across a moogle. I had seen him plenty of times, but never stopped to talk to him. Feeling cheery, I went up to him and greeted myself. The moogle perked right up and was happy to have someone to talk to. He was the officiator of another Sunbreeze Festival activity I had not done yet. It required a partner, so I had already dismissed it and took my joys in goldfish scooping.

Another black-haired man, appearingly a mage, came up and seemed slightly interested in the event the moogle was advertising. I was just about to leave, but I decided it would be a little fun to participate in a joint-activity, so I asked him if he wanted to be my partner. He showed no emotion and blankly said, "ok, sure." There was something about him that seemed a bit off, but I couldn't place it. His eyes seemed glazed...

I introduced myself and he himself. His name was Zachary. Well, we spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to do this Azimuth Circle thing (that's what the event was called). I would show my magical map to the moogle where Zachary was and the Moogle gave me a direction to his destination. Who knew what was at the destination, but we were going to find out. After several failures, we decided to switch places.

So I followed Zachary's commands. He led me straight to a lamp post on the southern border of Windurst Waters near Baren-Moren's shop. I guess I was just a bad guide. Anyway, I found something in the ground by that post. It was a Pumimi doll! Below that was a magical compass. I scratched my head trying to figure it out and then I realized how it worked. I reported the directions to Zachary and he found his destination. There was a doll there too! We ran back to the moogle.

The moogle told us to switch the dolls and give them to him. I suppose he wanted to make sure we actually were partners and had not cheated. So we did as he told us and we gave the dolls to the moogle. He rewarded us with an interesting outfit, more like a part of an outfit. Zachary was rewarded with some rather short shorts and I got some kind of light vest. It was...comical.

Zachary and I decided we'd play it again and get the rest of our outfits. I rather enjoyed having some company. Still, there was something that I couldn't place...

Baren-Moren's Fashionable Hat Campaiging

2005-08-23T19:28:00.000-05:00

I fished out by that creek during the morning and caught a few Moat Carps. It was a good way to start the day and I found out they weren't so bad fried either. Anyways I went back to the Fisherman's Guild to chat with Babubu and she suggested I try the test again. She informed me that I had succeeded in gaining level 9 status! What a great way to end a vacation!

I said my goodbyes and headed north. It was time to get back to trainning and seeing out my destiny. On the way, I noticed a little hat shop in Windurst Waters. I went in to see if anything was in my price range and ended up talking with the owner of the store. If you ever get those Tarus talking, rarely will they ever stop. Nonetheless, the little guy was in a pickle and needed his store to be more well-known. He told me if I could just tell a few people about his store and show them a model hat, he'd offer me a little gil and possibly a hat. I couldn't find myself to refuse.

Windurst Waters is a big place with Tarutarus in every nook and cranny. Of course, if you've never been around that part of the Federation's capitol, I strongly recommend it. You can find yourself totally engulfed in its beauty and natural wonderment. I told everyone I could find about ole Baren's store at the lower part of the area.

I found a small News organization that put together the well-known newspaper. It was a great place to tell everyone about the little hatter store. I went in and placed an ad. One of the managers informed me that they hadn't heard from their reporters in quite some time. He asked me if I saw anyone during my ad-run around the town that worked for him to get their stories in pronto. I saluted and went on my way.

I found a place out on the edge of the docks running out in the middle of the lake at the northern part of Windurst Waters called the Timbre Timbers Tavern (way too many T's), a place that reminded me of the Steaming Sheep Restaurant back at my home town. This tavern was full of activity and citizens laughing and enjoying themselves. It brought a smile to my face to see so many careless Tarus enjoying what life had to offer. One was sitting by himself at the upper part of the bar drinking a tropical drink and looking off in the distance. I felt slightly bad to distract him, but I did anyway.

He turned to me and looked slightly dumbfounded before he blinked into focus. He clapped his hands and said the model hat I was wearing was a perfect piece for his article in the newspaper. He worked at that organization! I told him about his manager and he quickly wrote a piece about my hat and told me if it wasn't too much trouble to bring it to the manager. I took it and left with a smile. This was going to be great advertisement.

On my way out, I noticed someone by an interesting name. I told him congratulations on his amazing record and asked how he did it. He told me he didn't sleep and he knew the Ahropahgo Pass like the back of his hand. I knew I lost too much time there!

I finished up the advertisement campaign and went back to ole Baren-Moren. It took me the whole day to search that large area of Windurst. It turned out to be worth it. Baren said his business had really picked up and sales had never been better. He offered me 200gil and a Windshear hat that he had personally made. It was a good day, but it was too late to be heading out to Qufim. I suppose I'll have to extend the vacation one more day...

Recollections of a friend

2005-08-23T18:37:00.000-05:00

I spent the night out by a small creek that runs out from the backwoods of Windurst in West arutabaruta after coming out of the Orastery. The creek was as clear as glass and quiet like the sound of sprinkles of rain on the grass. I watched the fish swim as I lay to sleep, one arm dabbling the top of the water.

There's so much one's mind can dwindle upon. You can worry about money or security all the way to need-to-be-helped loneliness. When I first set out to become a hero, I had nothing but a dream. Now I'm not even sure what defines a hero. Did I just want to be the strongest warrior in the world or the person who rescues a cat from a tree? I had a journey to become a hero and now I don't even know what a hero is, so my journey has taken a 90 degree turn while I slipped right off.

Maybe that's why I was extending my vacation so long. How can I make a journey blind? So I laid there and drifted off into the night.

I awoke to a little Mandorga venturing a bit too close for comfort. I merely grabbed the hilt and hissed. The Windurstian predator understood his odds and left. Now I had the task of going back to sleep.

For some odd reason, my mind drifted to a Galkan I had met a long time ago near the beginning of my travels. Before him, I was pretty set on my beliefs of the Galkans. I had always known them to be the miners and workers of us Humes. That was just their place in life, bottom line. There's a part of Bastok I can't go to because the Galkans live there. There pretty rough characters and thank Altana they haven't grouped against us. So I guess that's why I figured they knew their purpose too, the fact that they kept working in the mines and doing our dirty work.

Well, I was off in the Palborough Mines and I ran into a Galkan. There was a Quadav near by, so I shouted, "Don't worry! Just keep working, I'll take care of the Quad." The Quad heard me and gave a mean stare. He was considered a Great Quadav and at the time, he surpassed me in ability. Before I knew it, I was the one needing to worry. I was about to run when the Galkan came to my side and started fighting it with his sword! The Galkan had a sword! What was he doing with that? The Great Quadav soon fell to a turtle-bloody death.

The Galkan slapped me on the back and said, "Now, what were you saying about working?" He knocked the breath right out of me. I was stunned to find that he was trainning to be a warrior himself! He taught me a lot about the Galkans and continued to help me. He even ended up journeying with me across the La Theine Plateau and we checked out Ordelles Cave, but just the entrance because of the nasty monsters down there. He was a good soul. He taught me a lot about his race and myself. Perhaps, a hero is whatever you want it to be. A hero is one who defies all odds and status-quos to become who you truly want to be. Now, what is it that I want to be? Of course, I follow the steps of parents to properly honor them. That's what I will do. I will become the greatest adventure ever in their names!

The Galkan's name was Morsik. I haven't seen him in a long, long time.

The Windurst Orastery

2005-08-22T22:46:00.000-05:00

Since my vacation started, I've cluttered my safe, pockets, hands, (don't forget the mouth, too!) with all kinds of various trinkets and souvenirs. I knew I couldn't take half the stuff with me to Qufim, it would be foolish. So I opened a little store just down the road from the Residential area in Port Windurst. Most stores are found near the auction houses or by the gates, but I choose more private areas to do business. Everybody who came by, even small owners of their own business, checked to see what I had. Business was booming! Unfortunately, sales were relatively slow. I got rid of a few select things, but no where near what I needed to get rid of. I gave several items to a young passerby eager to venture out into the wild.

So my vacation was coming to a close. I stretched and yawned and stretched again, taking my time as I walked the old portside road. My eyes were glazed over and my fingers hung like they were weighing me down. Maybe I was a bit too relaxed...

Then I noticed something at the Fishmonger Landing, a single Cardian soldier, standing motionless beside the docks. I blinked a few times and realized it was frozen stiff. Now, most Cardians don't move much, if any at all, but something was different. I decided to investigate and satistfy my curiosity. I had to traverse the Orastery to get where the Cardian was.

When I walked in, I noticed the hussle and bustle was definitely hustling and bustling. The Tarus working there were furiously casting magic. It was pretty late at night. I shut the door behind me quietly as to not to disturb them. One of them glanced over and lifted a curly lip to a sly grin (later to be known as Kunchichi). I leaned against the wall to observe. They continued casting and blasting at none other than Cardian soldiers! Yet, when I looked closer, I could tell something wasn't right (at first thought, I figured it was a prison for the bad soldiers!). The Cardians were blank. Whatever it was that Windurst used to make these things tick, was not in the Cardians at the Orastery. They were used as target practice here.
They informed me of several different facts of a Windurstian's life. They went on to report about the glory of the War Warlocks and a about possibilities of a second war. They seemed paranoid to me. The war was over and peace was at hand, other than the random monsters roaming the outer lands. Quadavs, Orcs, Yagudo...nothing could face up to the adventurer scheme thought up by Jeuno's high leaders...right?

They taught me a few pointers about magic (which left my head spinning) and I went on my way. Ole Windy is such a beautiful place with such carefree citizens who've maintained peace with everyone, even the Yagudo, why would these Tarus be so worried about a second war?

I love fishes 'cus they're so delicious. Part II.

2005-08-22T00:56:00.000-05:00

I told you I was hooked on goldfish scooping. I continued the sport out in East Sarutabaruta for another day or two, fishing in different spots of the river. I wasn't having near as much luck as the other day, but I wasn't going to quit so easily. The mud from the bottom of the river filled my shoes and my hair was drenched, but the goldfish scooping had to commence! Sorry, I thought that little rhyme while I was catching the little swimmers.

I also kept a keen eye out for Spiny Spipi, a sneaky little, and I use that term lightly, crawler known for making appearances here and there out by the old tower in the northern part of East Sarutabaruta. I had overheard from a few mingling Tarus back at the city that its silk was used to make a very rare and valuable cape. I never did see Spiny though.

I practiced my arrow skills in between breaths and scooping. I'd run down the road shooting every one of the little troublesome Mandarogas that plague the area. I even taught myself a little trick I call "Hot Shot". I never could perfect the ability though. Perhaps one of the nearby archers and/or rangers could show me how to properly do it.

I found a nice little waterfall where goldfish were gathering. There was a young man by the name of Dylan there honing in on his own skills solo. He was a nice fellow and kept me good company. Of course, it wasn't long before we separated ways. Fortunatetly, after practically being blind by the waterfall, I had caught enough goldfish to get another prize!

I went back to Kesha and traded them over, her grin unconcealed as she tucked away the fish. She handed over twelve Spirit Masques. I was confused. I asked her what I could do with these and she said, "to scare your friends." I went to look for Dylan, but he had already moved to the cayon up north. Alas, the goldfish scooping was fun and I'll probably continue more, but for now, I must get some rest back at my Rent-A-Room and check my delivery box!

I love fishes 'cus they're so delicious!

2005-08-19T14:31:00.000-05:00

I'm hooked on goldfish scooping. After a little mishap at the docks, I spent most of Darksday and Firesday catching the little guys. If officials from Bastok knew where I was, they'd kill me. I was ordered to find the ambassador in Delkfutt's tower and here I am, on a week vacation. It was just going to be a day, but I've enjoyed my time so much, I decided to stay a few extra days.

I moved out to East Sarutabaruta and caught goldfish in the northern part of Nompipi River. I was having so much luck! The air was fresh, the sky was clear and up above was a perfect white circle. It was a full moon! No wonder I was having such success!

This festival sport seems to be very social too. Everytime I take out my scooper, another adventure tags along. Today's partner was Itchiro, another Taru. He wasn't having any luck at all. His scoops kept breaking and he'd often ramble off all kinds of jibberish. He kept trying though. Gotta hand it to those Tarus, they sure have determination.

Anyways, I got good at picking up Lionheads. I brought all my catches to a Mithran Sunbreeze Official by the name of Kesha Shopehllok. She was sitting on a bridge, shouting all kinds of goldfish scooping glory. She was thrilled to see the fish I caught and rewareded me with 81 points! I asked for the 'Other Mystery Box', which turned out to be a goldfish set! I can't wait to set it up at my home in Bastok!

I turned back to see Itchiro shouting more jibberish as he shot out of the water and started wacking a nearby Crawler. Poor guy...

Continuing to relax...

2005-08-18T12:15:00.000-05:00

After my day of rest on the dreaded day of Lighteningsday, I awoke to a sunny Lightsday. I checked with my Moogle and found out that I had made nearly 20k from my recent fishing venture. Feeling satisfied, I left the cozy Rent-A-Room for a gander around the large capitol of the Federation.

I think the bug finally bit. I had seen (and heard) all the fireworks I could take from this ever-going Sunbreeze Festival. I decided it was time I tried out some of the festivities. I had already bought the necessary equipment for goldfish scooping back in South Gustaberg, near my home nation. I had never attempted to try the Festival activity.

So I went to my Moat Carp spot and knelt down. The water's pretty clear and I noticed a Black Bubbly-Eye Goldfish approach. I thought to myself, "eh, why not" and I scooped the little guy up. The amount of pleasure I got out of the senselsess scooping was astounding! I was hooked from that very moment. I continued fishing at that very spot for the rest of the day.

Another person saw me scooping and joined along. It was a little Tarutaru! She cheered me on and I her. However, it almost became a competition of who could catch the better fish. She won by catching a lionhead, the most sought-out of the goldfish.

I mainly caught tiny goldfish. I managed to spot a few more Bubbly-Eyes, but they were tricky and kept slipping out of my grasp. I never saw a lionhead. Oh well, the entire break was a joy and so far the highlight of my vacation. I didn't even mind the fireworks too much. :)

Vacation or Work?

2005-08-16T23:17:00.000-05:00

I was looking down the long stairway that leads to Qufim Island at the bottom of Jeuno when I decided that I wasn't going down. That's right, "wasn't". Perhaps I was never meant to be an adventurer like my late parents. I often forget they were adventurers and not just my folks, but it can't be overlooked. It is why they died. My father was a Warrior and my mother was a White Mage. Typical, I know, but that is why I chose to study both those arts, regardless of nay-sayers. With the burden of sorrow heavy on my mind, I couldn't train properly and decided it'd be best to take another vacation to my favorite gettaway.

I started to walk towards the stables when I realized how long the trip was. I figured a short cut was in order. I went up to Lower Jeuno and shouted for a local teleport service. Those guys must make a fortune. Anyways, I quickly found someone transporting several people across the globe and paid the charge. It cost 1k in gil. *sigh*

I eventually landed at the Tahrongi Canyon where I met up with the local chocobo holder. I was shocked to see the cost was up to 2.7k in gil. I paid the price to avoid walking. It cost me 4k to take this shortcut...hope it was worth it.

After getting lost in Ahropahgo Pass (as usual), I made it to Windurst where I went immediately to my guest room and slept a good two hours straight. I awoke to find out that my dear little moogle had collected my earnings from a small sale I had made at the Auction House. I was pleased to find that I had accumulated 4k in gil, perfectly making up for the trip expenses.

Feeling rested, I picked up a few rods I had picked up from the guild just down the road and headed towards my favorite fishing spot. It was a Firesday evening, Sunbreeze festival was well on its way and the moon couldn't be fuller. I was feeling better already. The guild had several other fishers, bragging about their recent catches. I try to catch good techniques off of their ramblings.

At the guild, they are so specific, they can rate your fishing ability. You take a quick test and Babubu, the guild store clerk, informs you of your skill. Apparently, I'd rate as an 8 on the chart. This made me really happy, as the last time I came, I was only a 7.

I picked up some Balls of Insect Paste and made my way towards the Windurst Woods. I like to catch Moat Carp here. They sell well and our a decent challenge. Of course, I think I caught the same pair of Rusty Leggings like five times. I should've stopped throwing it back in to the river. :)

Here's what I caught:
2 stacks and 3 Bastore Sardines
1 stack and 3 Quus
3 Pamtam Kelps
3 stacks and 1 Moat Carp
3 Copper Rings
5 Pair of Rusty Leggings

I fished non-stop until early Lighteningsday. I went to my Rent-a-Room and crashed for the whole day (which is good because I hate Lighteningsday!).

The Gigas Warrior, Epialtes

2005-08-15T18:00:00.000-05:00

I know very little of what Delkfutt's Tower is. All I do know is what I what I can see with the naked eye. I can clearly see that it is an eerie building that rises high into the sky and has a peculiar bone-like foundation. The ceiling is high enough that those Giants that Qufim is known for walk freely without fear of bumping their heads. Giants seem to populate this tower. I've only seen the bottom floor, but I'm thinking of heading up. Actually, I'm suppose to be locating an ambassador who ventured into the Tower's halls. I just fear going alone...

The other day when I was fighting with a party, I saw an armored giant. I pointed him out to the team and asked if they wanted to challenge him. They were quick to say 'no'. They went on to tell me that he was a Notorious Monster, a Gigas warrior named Epialtes . He romed the bottom floor and guided the other Giants. I dared to get near him and took a closer look and saw him walking in the shadows of the darkened room. I then heard him speak in a different tongue to another giant monitoring the area. I decided this guy was truly out of my league and it would be foolish to take on such a powerful monster.

I went back to Jeuno later that day and researched his name in the library. He's one of those lucky fools who's gotten away with several battles. He's been beaten, but only to be saved by other Giants in the area. He is a formibidable opponent with admirable strength. I read whatever I could find and watched as the sun set and night ensumed. The more I read about the creature and how rare it is to see him, I realized we should've taken him. With proper strategies and strong-will, I'm sure we could've overcome him and taken proper title. Alas, Epialtes slips through destiny once again. But I will not forget his name...

The Pretty Monk

2005-08-12T12:02:00.000-05:00

After my party woes from yesterday, I wasn't particularly up to trainning with anyone. Unfortunately, there's not one single monster in Qufim that I can take. *sigh*

So I decided to put a party together despite my feelings. I stuck with Bastokians and humans as often as I could. I prefer fighting with people from my nation that I can relate too. Of course, I can't help but invite the occasional Taru, they're just so cute and such great mages! Anyways, I got word of girl in Jeuno who was interested in joinning forces. I was happy to pull the party together as fast as I did.

The girl's name was Kotto and she was foreign. I couldn't speak her language, but I knew a few words to keep the communications for strategy. I had never fought with a female monk before, so I figured this would be interesting. She was kind of...attractive? Never thought I'd say that about an adventurer, they're usually all so gruff. I guess there's just something about a woman that can kick your...

We stuck near the tower and began our joint-trainning. Mistmere, a Mithran Red mage, pulled the monsters in. She was kind of cute too, but I think she was intimidated by the foreign people and she didn't say much. Anyways, we couldn't find anything worth trainning on, so we decided to move back into the Tower.

I had never fought so many Giants nor seen so many people in the Tower before. There were several people trainning on the overgrown grunts. It almost became a race! After a few accidents, one fellow partymember died one too many times and left the group. We still weren't pulling monsters good enough to train on. Kotto came to me and asked if she could take leadership in foreign language. She was more skilled and knowledgeable and I wasn't feeling up to leading, so I gave her the lead willingly. I followed by bowing to the new leige of the team. She blushed.

Anyways, Kotto moved the camp back outside near the cliffs were Greater Pugils populated the area. I've never seen so many fish! On the way, she invited a Dark Knight to the team. He was an Elvan. Great. Rootz, our Tarutaru White Mage, didn't get along with Emporio, the new guy. He was also foreign. It was funny to see them shouting at each other in their different languages. Thankfully, they settled their differences and the party continued.

The sun set and out came a Bogy, scary ghosts that rome during night. It was a dissaster! We were in the middle of a battle and we all split up to escape from the monsters. Not, another foreign member of the team, followed me. We went back to the camp to find Kotto knocked out, face down on the snow. I felt so bad. When I turned around, the monster we had been fighting popped up from no where and chased me and Not!

We ran for safety in the Tower, but the entrance was blocked by several Wights! Not managed to get around them and safely got away. I was not so fortunate. I was beaten up mercilessly. A man named Acid came and fixed me up. I told him about Kotto and he said he would help. He followed Mistemere over to her while I tried to rest.

We went back into the tower, the third time we moved the camp, to see if we could find a spot to finally test our skills. It wasn't long before I had to call it a day. The others seemed adament on staying togehter, an odd little team. I told them it was time for me to go and Kotto came to me and bowed courteously several times. I said my goodbyes and left for the night.

I didn't get much experience in trainning, but I did meet some nice people. It was fun and I hope to see Kotto again. There's something about a foreign girl that can kick your...

A Party of Fools

2005-08-11T10:25:00.000-05:00

After my quick vacation to ole Windy, it was time to continue my trainning as a Warrior. I set out at evening, not the wisest choice in Qufim Island being that all kinds of nasties show up during the night. I could've stayed at my Mog House and set out the next morn, but I was too pumped to fight. I should've stayed.

I set out with high hopes and met up with an Elvan. He was studying a rare combination of combat styles. A blend of Warrior and White mages skills. I happen to be studying the same thing, even though it is commonly frowned apon in Vana'diel. Nonetheless, we joined forces, the Elvan taking lead. He pulled together some other members, some Galkans and Humes.

It appeared to be a good party, but the decisions of the Elvan were questionable. Before I knew what was happening, people started falling left and right of me. One bad decision led to another and miscommunication was at an all time high. There was nothing I could do but watch. The Elvan was sure it was everybody's fault but his own. I have to disagree, completely.

I might have a little prejudice against the San d'Orian Elves, but this party wasn't helping. Our Paladin Galkan quit the group because of all the problems, and one by one, we all disbanded, leaving one girl dead on the ground. A Giant came out of no where and I tried to protect her body, but I was overcome by the mighty power of the ugly ogre. I ran to safety in the tower and managed to escape the beast. I was severly hurt though.

I hope my trainning picks soon or I might be going back on vacation.

Traversing Mindartia

2005-08-10T11:06:00.000-05:00

I enjoy a good vacation to Windurst from time to time. The breeze is cool and the air is fresh, plus the Tarutarus are such friendly creatures. I'd visit San d'Oria more often if they weren't so snooty. Nonetheless, I was putting up my fishing gear early this Firesday morning and preparing for a trip to Qufim Isand, located just north of Jeuno. The vacation was over and the trainning would soon resume.

I went to the stables, which was empty other than the workers. I noticed that a few of the positions were run by Elves. It's always weird seeing them here, they typically stick close to San d'Oria. Guess this is the only job they can get.

Well, I took a moment to chat with the Elven lady (maybe out of pity) and she turned out to be quite nice. That's a first...Anyway, she then went on to tell me that she had a chocobo that needed to be returned to Jeuno. She said I'd be rewarded by the stables there if I had time to return the feathery-friend. I agreed and she was delighted. I never mentioned I was on my way there anyways...

Altough Windurst is my favorite spots to relax and get away, I've seldom explored Mindartia. It's no where near as big as Quon, my home continent, but it's still big. I've only traveled from Jeuno to Windurst once and that was just to come to this very vacation that was ending! Needless to say, I had a bit of trouble finding my way back.

After traveling North up through East Sarutabaruta, you have miles of dry, arid land to cross. The first stretch is Tahrongi Canyon. I was lucky enough to travel through during a windy day. The night crept in and I held close to my chocobo to quickly get this journey over with. Being by yourself at night can be over daunting.

I got lost several times in the Ahropahgo Pass. After getting out of there, it's pretty much a straight shot from past the Crag to the Meriphataud Mountains. I've been to the canyon plenty of times on my way to Windurst, but this would be only my second time passing through the Mountains.

The Monsters are one of a kind. I've spent my days trainning against Quadavs and smaller things, like worms, vultures and lizards. Seeing the exotic Eastern monsters is always a trip in itself. Luckily, I was on my chocobo and the monsters posed little threat to me.

I stuck to the road all the way through the mountains. My first venture through led me to several dead ends as I attempted to explore it on my own. There are cliffs and Yagudo every where. Speaking of the Yagudo, I believe their homestead is relatively close by. Of course, nothing is as remarkable around this area as the large bone structure that streches across the Moutainland. I've never seen anything like it nor do I have any idea of what it is. I'll be interested to figure out what these large bone structures found across Vana'diel are. By the time I had got to the end of the mountains, it was completely dark.

I settled in for the night. I tied the chocobo up to a large rock so it wouldn't run away, of course, it nearly got away from me the moment I got off of it. I woke up early the next morning to continue the journey. I was only minutes away from the Sauromugue Champaign.

The Sauromugue Champaign has several sites itself. I noticed ruins of what used to be some sort of civilization. Now there's nothing but a few partly-standing walls. I wonder what the buildings use to be? The Champaign is right next to Jeuno...wonder if it was some failed attempt of expansion from that nation? Whatever the cause, I was almost to Jeuno and I was feeling leary of the agnozing trainning that would follow. First things first, I had to return that chocobo!

We were chased by a few of the exotic monsters (I think I spent too much time staring at them), but we made it to the end of the Champaign fairly quickly. One of the chocobo stable workers actually met me just outside of Jeuno. He thanked me for my assistance and went on to tell me that it had taken 10 hours for me to arrive. He also told me that someone by the name of Posytaco, (I think, I couldn't really remember the name) had done the journey in just 6 hours! No one has recorded a faster time. Perhaps if I hadn't of slept in the Mountains!

Nonetheless, the journey was done and I was rewarded with a bushel of Gyshal Greens, a favorite food of chocobos. I really had no need for them myself, so I was kind of dissappointed with the rewards. However, the journey itself was quite fun.

The Adventurer known as Onewing

2005-08-08T19:19:00.000-05:00

I sat down on my simple little bed in my cramped Mog House the other day and thought about my past adventures in Vana'diel. The calm fire eased my mind as I attempted to order the events in my head. Soon realizing they had bled into mush, I decided it was time to write an account of my life. Sort of an on-going autobiography. I had seen other adventurers doing it and figured it might be fun. So I pulled out a little pen and started writing. Coincedentally, this is my first entry.

My name was long forgotten. My parents were taken by Quadavs when I was young, leaving me helpless against the ever-spinning world of Vana'diel. I disowned myself and took on the identiy of Onewing, a fictional character I had once read about. The identity consumed me and soon my old self was nothing but a myth to me. However, I'd never lose my hate against the Quads. So I became an adventurer and the rest is, as they say, history.

Most people just call me One or Ichi. Although I have a surprisingly eased attitude, most adventurers don't blend well with me. I take my own path. I lead my own life. I stand out in the sea of similiarities and that tends to leave me solo.

There are those who enjoy my company. They don't mind unique-ness, as long as I can pull my weight. One of these days I'm going to find all of us misfits and unite us into a single force.

Until then...I will be on my own, standing as one...