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Prompt #16 Third-Rate A one sided duel
wanted to try something a little lighter for Alaric, enjoyed it a good bit enjoy
Alaric stepped into the open arena, stretching out his back and arms, ready for what he thought would be a fight. The black mage had found himself rather strapped for cash as of late and so decided that it would be beneficial to join this advertised tournament that he saw, some Doman nobility was holding it more for his amusement than anything but the payout would be grand.
Now it was the final fight, Alaric versus this red mage, the fights beforehand hadn’t been much to deal with. Most of the brawlers he was able to simply chip away at from a distance whilst the ranged foes found their assaults warded by walls of ice, which proved very effective.
He had yet to fight a fellow caster though so he was actually quite excited to see how this one would turn out. He was in for quite a surprise.
On the opposite side of the arena an au ra male walked out, the red garb of a red mage proudly on display and acting just as much of an eyesore as it always does. Alaric shook his head slightly as he drew his staff. However before he could even begin to cast his first spell the au ra lifted both hands into the air. “NOW YOU JUST WAIT A MINUTE MAGE!” The Raen shouted, “I am Harukim Naeuri! And you are a disgrace to anyone who calls themselves a mage!” The au ra began to approach but he never drew his weapons, the most aggressive thing he did was an accusational finger jabbed directly towards the old man. “I know of you, oh I do Alaric Vance!” Harukim’s face was red with anger. . . for some reason.
“Now what have I even done to you boy?” Alaric asked but before he could get another word in the Au Ra once again spoke up.
“Oh no no no you shall not disgrace this fine crowd with your horrid dribble!” The crowd was currently just mummering to each other, mainly confused on why the two fighters had begun to have an argument. “I know of you, I’ve heard your tale! And I know for a fact that you are a second-rate mage and a third-rate adventurer! You lack the echo, you’re an old man, hells you just began adventuring not but a month ago! What makes you think that you can waltz about like you are just as good as the rest of us! What gives you the right?”
Alaric began to open his mouth, to make some form of rebuttal but once more it was cut off.
“I spent years upon years perfecting my craft, to become the best at what I do! To be a red mage is to have a perfect and delicate balance of both white and black magic, your body and spirit must be in perfect equilibrium! But you! You learned black magic from a blind witch off the side of the road I heard! Your job stone is one you made yourself, and out of quite poor materials if I recall correctly. You, Alaric Vance, are a joke and an embarrassment to all who call themself a black mage and I feel personally insulted just by being half associated with the profession!” The au ra had a proud look on his face, as if he had so thoroughly destroyed Alaric with his insults. The only thing that the old hyur had noticed was that Harukim had moved rather close to him. Damn shame that was, damn shame. With one solid right the au ra had been sent sprawling to the ground, note this was not some technique, this was no pugilist art, this was just a full force punch powered by the strength that being an outdoorsman for nigh on thirty years gives a man. Harukim did not even know what hit him as he fell to the ground, his hat floating down onto his chest not but a few seconds after.
This would definitely have to be one of Alaric’s strangest fights that he had ever experienced, certainly was satisfying though.
Prompt #16 Third-Rate A one sided duel
wanted to try something a little lighter for Alaric, enjoyed it a good bit enjoy
Alaric stepped into the open arena, stretching out his back and arms, ready for what he thought would be a fight. The black mage had found himself rather strapped for cash as of late and so decided that it would be beneficial to join this advertised tournament that he saw, some Doman nobility was holding it more for his amusement than anything but the payout would be grand.
Now it was the final fight, Alaric versus this red mage, the fights beforehand hadn’t been much to deal with. Most of the brawlers he was able to simply chip away at from a distance whilst the ranged foes found their assaults warded by walls of ice, which proved very effective.
He had yet to fight a fellow caster though so he was actually quite excited to see how this one would turn out. He was in for quite a surprise.
On the opposite side of the arena an au ra male walked out, the red garb of a red mage proudly on display and acting just as much of an eyesore as it always does. Alaric shook his head slightly as he drew his staff. However before he could even begin to cast his first spell the au ra lifted both hands into the air. “NOW YOU JUST WAIT A MINUTE MAGE!” The Raen shouted, “I am Harukim Naeuri! And you are a disgrace to anyone who calls themselves a mage!” The au ra began to approach but he never drew his weapons, the most aggressive thing he did was an accusational finger jabbed directly towards the old man. “I know of you, oh I do Alaric Vance!” Harukim’s face was red with anger. . . for some reason.
“Now what have I even done to you boy?” Alaric asked but before he could get another word in the Au Ra once again spoke up.
“Oh no no no you shall not disgrace this fine crowd with your horrid dribble!” The crowd was currently just mummering to each other, mainly confused on why the two fighters had begun to have an argument. “I know of you, I’ve heard your tale! And I know for a fact that you are a second-rate mage and a third-rate adventurer! You lack the echo, you’re an old man, hells you just began adventuring not but a month ago! What makes you think that you can waltz about like you are just as good as the rest of us! What gives you the right?”
Alaric began to open his mouth, to make some form of rebuttal but once more it was cut off.
“I spent years upon years perfecting my craft, to become the best at what I do! To be a red mage is to have a perfect and delicate balance of both white and black magic, your body and spirit must be in perfect equilibrium! But you! You learned black magic from a blind witch off the side of the road I heard! Your job stone is one you made yourself, and out of quite poor materials if I recall correctly. You, Alaric Vance, are a joke and an embarrassment to all who call themself a black mage and I feel personally insulted just by being half associated with the profession!” The au ra had a proud look on his face, as if he had so thoroughly destroyed Alaric with his insults. The only thing that the old hyur had noticed was that Harukim had moved rather close to him. Damn shame that was, damn shame. With one solid right the au ra had been sent sprawling to the ground, note this was not some technique, this was no pugilist art, this was just a full force punch powered by the strength that being an outdoorsman for nigh on thirty years gives a man. Harukim did not even know what hit him as he fell to the ground, his hat floating down onto his chest not but a few seconds after.
This would definitely have to be one of Alaric’s strangest fights that he had ever experienced, certainly was satisfying though.
Prompt #13 Butte The Painter
There tell a tale of a painter, sat upon a hill
Just north of a small village in Shaaloani,
The painter was alone, secluded, and in his isolation he did paint
Of any and everything in view, of buttes far off in the distance, to small animals come to investigate this peaceful man
The people who knew of him never saw him sleep, they knew not where he went when he was not on that hill
The conversations had with that painter were often calm and quaint, nothing more, nothing less
The painter would share a pot of tea with any who wished to give him the time of day and he would tell stories
Of great tales of adventure, or of mystical miracles that they had never seen before
He had simply been a painter, that was until one day when a gang of bandits walked onto the village
Oh the village itself was guarded but they were not needed, for before the bandits could even step foot onto the village’s land
A torrent of fire and ice barred their path, the painter had turned out to have been a mage all along,
The bandits were routed quickly but the painter never returned, he simply moved on from there
Yet stories are still told, that if you find a painter upon your hill, have a conversation with him, enjoy his company.
For if bandits come to attack you and your friends, the painter will come to your aid, and the bandits will have no relief from the fire, flame, nor thunder
Prompt #13 Butte The Painter
There tell a tale of a painter, sat upon a hill
Just north of a small village in Shaaloani,
The painter was alone, secluded, and in his isolation he did paint
Of any and everything in view, of buttes far off in the distance, to small animals come to investigate this peaceful man
The people who knew of him never saw him sleep, they knew not where he went when he was not on that hill
The conversations had with that painter were often calm and quaint, nothing more, nothing less
The painter would share a pot of tea with any who wished to give him the time of day and he would tell stories
Of great tales of adventure, or of mystical miracles that they had never seen before
He had simply been a painter, that was until one day when a gang of bandits walked onto the village
Oh the village itself was guarded but they were not needed, for before the bandits could even step foot onto the village’s land
A torrent of fire and ice barred their path, the painter had turned out to have been a mage all along,
The bandits were routed quickly but the painter never returned, he simply moved on from there
Yet stories are still told, that if you find a painter upon your hill, have a conversation with him, enjoy his company.
For if bandits come to attack you and your friends, the painter will come to your aid, and the bandits will have no relief from the fire, flame, nor thunder
Prompt #11 Surrogate An Undeserved gift
Ulfnar sat in his captain’s chair, listlessly combing through some stolen trade routes and schedules to try and set up their next Garlean haul. He had set off this work for long enough and the deadline for them picking a new bounty was closing fast, the gil was running out. Ulfnar shook his head and reached for the bottle of rum, finding it completely empty, not a drop left in it, only further adding to the captain’s doldrums.
His head snapped up as he heard two loud bangs at his door. Stehlen, the boy was about 13 by now. . . what could he want with Ulfnar? Then it hit him, today was father’s day.
“Ay Cap’n! You know what day it is today, yeah?” The roegadyn joyfully walked into the room, a small basket(well for a roegadyn) lay in his arms. “It’s uh Father’s day! And I thought I might as well get you something, I had a bit of spending money left over anyways!” The young lad sat the basket down in front of him.
A light scowl appeared on Ulfnar’s face, “Like I said last time boy, I ain’t your dah and I don’t need no gifts from ya!” The captain told the young boy, “Your dad is off over in Sharlayan, maybe mail it to him or something huh?”
Stehlen however refused to back down, taking a step forward. “Nah, he isn’t my dad, a dad raises you, teaches you what’s right and wrong, what to do and not to do, how to win a good brawl, stuff like that! That dusty old bookeater in Sharlayan taught me nothing! But you, you taught me a whole buncha stuff! So that makes you me dad! Or well uh my surgergate dad!” The young roegadyn explained, completing butchering the pronunciation to the point that it took Ulfnar a moment to actually realize what he said.
“Wait, do you mean surrogate?” A sigh escaped Ulfnar’s lips, “I guess you ain’t too far off huh?” The captain shook his head, “Fine then lad, what did you get me?” His hands slowly opened up the small basket, a small string tying the cover in place. “Well I’ll be. . .”
It was a fine pistol, designed with the utmost care and precision. It had a beautiful engraving on it and on top of that it had golden plates built into the handle and on parts of the barrel. Immediately something seemed very off, “Stehlen, where’d you get this fine piece of equipment? You said you bought it with your spending money, yeah?” Ulfnar said slowly in a tone that very clearly told his boy that he knew what he did.
“Oh oh of course I did yeah! No clue what else you could be implying with something like that?” The boy said with a nervous laugh following, which was then accented by a mess of hollering and yelling outside on the deck of the ship. The boy quickly turned around, the color draining from his blue skin making him seem even paler than usual.
“Well I do gotta thank you for the gift boy, it’s a fine pistol, but now your uncle’s gotta go beat up the guy you grifted it from alright? So he doesn’t beat you to a bloody pulp, I’ll probably do something along those lines when I get back though.” And with that Ulfnar picked up his saber and stepped out of the captain’s quarters. And Stehlen couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
I have an absolutely (lovely) deranged friend who has been playing through FF14 aetheryte-less. In the beginning, since one of our friends pestered her to grab her aetherytes, out of spite she made the decision she will go through the entirety of the game WITHOUT AETHERYTES. She's in Shadowbringers now. She doesn't even have the teleportation menu UNLOCKED. She takes public transport wherever possible. If that's not an option, she walks. There are quests that have you attune to aetherytes, but these haven't unlocked the teleportation menu for her. When she dies, she spawns back in Uldah which is a huge bother, but because her spite is more important to her than her time, she will LITERALLY WALK TO A DIFFERENT WORLD INSTEAD OF JUST UNLOCKING THE TELEPORTATION FEATURE.
Prompt #10 Hold Steady, Hold Stable
This takes place in an au where there are multiple warriors of light, mammoth being one of them. Enjoy.
Today was shaping up to be a fine day for Mammoth Mitch just until about half an hour ago. It had been a beautiful day in Norvrandt, not too hot or too cold with the perfect breeze. Mammoth had been lounging in a cafe chair, enjoying a warm cup of hot chocolate on his day off. After taking down not one but two wardens the rest of the warriors of light had deemed a break needed and Mammoth was happy to agree. The rest of them decided to go and check out some parts of the First that they had yet to explore, some babbling about ancient ruins or whatever, it didn’t really excite Mammoth all too much so he deemed to stay behind and simply enjoy the nice day.
That was of course, until Mammoth spotted a scout sprinting towards the Crystal tower. “Oi, lad! What seems to be the problem?” The roegadyn said in an inquisitive shout, he lifted himself from his chair and finished his hot chocolate in one quaff. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something . . .”
“Sir sir! Sin eaters! A whole bloody horde of them marching towards the Crystarium! I have to tell the Exarch right away!” The scout had a look of sheer dread and panic in his eyes that told Mammoth that the boy wasn’t just seeing things or had an overactive imagination.
Mammoth did not even bother responding, he simply nodded to the boy and sprinted off towards his inn room, where his armor and axe were. Most would have thoughts of panic, or fear, or just genuine concern, not Mammoth Mitch. Mammoth didn’t have time to have any thoughts like that, he was a warrior! He was the wall that stood in the way of any dangers that threatened those he cared for, and if that meant holding off an entire army of sin eaters, then so be it.
Mammoth burst into the Pendants, not even bothering to acknowledge the secretary. He strided up the stairs and into his room, quickly arming himself with his plate armor and helm. The armor was not in the best condition but he did not have time to fix it, it would simply have to suck it up and hold strong. Mammoth snatched his axe from its spot, leaning against the wall. As he hefted it onto his back a voice came in through his linkpearl, the familiar voice of the Exarch.
“I contacted the others,” The exarch explained in a simple and serious tone, “They will arrive in around half an hour, you have to hold them off until then.” The exarch’s voice had a hint of despair in it that Mammoth did indeed notice, but once again he had no time to despair.
“Consider it done, they won’t break me down!” Mammoth explained, cracking his knuckles and neck. “Those sin eaters, don’t stand a chance in the hells!” Mammoth shouted, knowing that by now the Exarch had gone to his own preparations, not listening. This was more so to hype himself up. Were there thoughts in his head screaming for him to take cover, to hide, to run like hell? Oh of course, but Mammoth learned to ignore such thoughts, he had no time for them.
Mammoth stepped out onto the bridge facing out from the Crystarium, in the distance he could already see them. The disgusting and twisted forms of the sin eaters slowly shambling forwards towards one of the First’s last bastions against the tide of these vile beasts. Mammoth pulled his axe from his back with a smile forming across his face. “COME ON YOU LIGHT DRENCHED BEASTS! I’VE ENOUGH FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YE, YOU JUST NEED TO STEP UP AND I’LL GIVE YOU YOUR FILL!” The Warrior banged his axe against his chest three times before stepping forward, to this point he was about halfway across the bridge and the first of the sin eaters had stepped onto the bridge.
This was it, no time for any slip-ups, Mammoth had to hold out for half an hour until his allies arrived. A few thoughts screamed in his head, about how that was too long, he was just one man, there were so many of them! The warrior let those thoughts fester for but a second before they were removed from his head and replaced by a stalwart resolution. He was a wall, a stable bastion that these damnable creatures would crash against over and over again, unrelenting in their assault, but he would not waver for the warrior had no other option but to stand strong against this horde. As the sea of white crashed against the stalwart warrior, only one thought remained in his head. Hold Steady, Hold Stable.
Prompt # 9, Lend an ear A Captain's Confiding
The Lucerne rocked back and forth as Ulfnar sat in his captain’s chair, a look of dismay upon his face as he stared at a set of maps and charts depicting their current course. However the captain’s thoughts were not currently on their bearing or objective but on his nephew, Mammoth. As if on cue a trio of knocks tapped off of his door and by the general gentleness of it it was easy to tell that it was Emmanfaulin, his first-mate. “Captain, if I may you’ve been in here for the past hour. . . you outta step outside to eat some food or at least see the sun.” The elezen sharpshooter explained, “The crew’s also a wee bit worried about you, you’ve been holding yourself up in here quite a bit now, you’re less personable.”
Ulfnar stood up simply shaking his head, “I’m worried about the boy Emmanfaulin. . .”
“You mean Mammoth? What for Captain? The boy’s sturdy as an ox and can fight as well as any of us!” The elezen had a thought that the captain was referring to something a tad bit deeper than just Mammoth in a fight but he wanted Ulfnar to say it out loud if it was the case.
“Of course he’s a fighting machine but honestly that’s partially what I’m concerned about. The boy got left by his mom and I scooped him up and made a scoundrel out of him! Boy’s only job in life was either to lift something heavy or run a garlean through on his axe, and honestly that sort of concerns me. You know the boy can be a little slow at times and I wonder if this is going to affect him negatively you know? I’d rather not have the boy turn into a psycho you know?” Ulfnar explained letting out a nervous laugh as he looked down at the planks which he stood on, though it was something weird to think about it was something he definitely had to take into consideration.
Emmanfaulin placed a hand on his shoulder, “Listen Captain, you did the boy a favor, he needed something to distract him from all of that business anyways. . . But I do see your point aye, but I mean the job of a sailor is one of discipline you know?” The elezen explained walking across the room and picking up the bottle of rum, “Also the kid’s stronger than you think,” Emmanfaulin would tap his forehead before taking a swig from the rum, “Kid’s got a hell of a will you gotta admit, he won’t let something like this shake him or mess him up.” Emmanfaulin explained, his voice staying rather monotone and simple as he continued to explain his thoughts to the captain. It appeared to have a genuine effect on him as Ulfnar eased up a tad.
“Aye you’ve got a point there yeah, kid’s tougher than the lot of us if we just measured in sheer stubbornness, and he doesn’t seem too rattled by any of this as well.” Ulfnar looked at the door, “Supposin’ I outta meet with the crew now huh? Was starting to enjoy my little slice of isolation over here but I’ve got a job to do.” Ulfnar nodded to himself, “Thanks for lending an ear to my qualms by the by.” Ulfnar said simply before walking out the door.
Emmanfaulin simply chuckled to himself, “Well that be my job sir, and I make sure to do it well enough.”
Prompt # 9, Lend an ear A Captain's Confiding
The Lucerne rocked back and forth as Ulfnar sat in his captain’s chair, a look of dismay upon his face as he stared at a set of maps and charts depicting their current course. However the captain’s thoughts were not currently on their bearing or objective but on his nephew, Mammoth. As if on cue a trio of knocks tapped off of his door and by the general gentleness of it it was easy to tell that it was Emmanfaulin, his first-mate. “Captain, if I may you’ve been in here for the past hour. . . you outta step outside to eat some food or at least see the sun.” The elezen sharpshooter explained, “The crew’s also a wee bit worried about you, you’ve been holding yourself up in here quite a bit now, you’re less personable.”
Ulfnar stood up simply shaking his head, “I’m worried about the boy Emmanfaulin. . .”
“You mean Mammoth? What for Captain? The boy’s sturdy as an ox and can fight as well as any of us!” The elezen had a thought that the captain was referring to something a tad bit deeper than just Mammoth in a fight but he wanted Ulfnar to say it out loud if it was the case.
“Of course he’s a fighting machine but honestly that’s partially what I’m concerned about. The boy got left by his mom and I scooped him up and made a scoundrel out of him! Boy’s only job in life was either to lift something heavy or run a garlean through on his axe, and honestly that sort of concerns me. You know the boy can be a little slow at times and I wonder if this is going to affect him negatively you know? I’d rather not have the boy turn into a psycho you know?” Ulfnar explained letting out a nervous laugh as he looked down at the planks which he stood on, though it was something weird to think about it was something he definitely had to take into consideration.
Emmanfaulin placed a hand on his shoulder, “Listen Captain, you did the boy a favor, he needed something to distract him from all of that business anyways. . . But I do see your point aye, but I mean the job of a sailor is one of discipline you know?” The elezen explained walking across the room and picking up the bottle of rum, “Also the kid’s stronger than you think,” Emmanfaulin would tap his forehead before taking a swig from the rum, “Kid’s got a hell of a will you gotta admit, he won’t let something like this shake him or mess him up.” Emmanfaulin explained, his voice staying rather monotone and simple as he continued to explain his thoughts to the captain. It appeared to have a genuine effect on him as Ulfnar eased up a tad.
“Aye you’ve got a point there yeah, kid’s tougher than the lot of us if we just measured in sheer stubbornness, and he doesn’t seem too rattled by any of this as well.” Ulfnar looked at the door, “Supposin’ I outta meet with the crew now huh? Was starting to enjoy my little slice of isolation over here but I’ve got a job to do.” Ulfnar nodded to himself, “Thanks for lending an ear to my qualms by the by.” Ulfnar said simply before walking out the door.
Emmanfaulin simply chuckled to himself, “Well that be my job sir, and I make sure to do it well enough.”
Prompt #7 Morsel Home-Cooking
Alaric sat around a campfire, several other adventurers sharing that same warmth with him. This was it, his first real dungeon crawl as an adventurer and though his legs ached from the travel to the dungeon, here they now sat, once they slept the night and were well rested they would journey into that cavern and clear out whatever was making its nest there. Though that all didn’t really matter right now to Alaric as he was more focused on his meal. It was a stew of sorts, with a mixture of hunted game that Alaric had collected on the way alongside some spices that he procured whilst in Ul’Dah. Alaric had it currently roasting over the fire, stirring it every now and again with a spoon. He looked across from him at the other highlander, a gunbreaker of sorts, she had been crunching down on some crackers by the looks of it. A light laugh came from Alaric, “Those can’t be too tasty I’d imagine, they seem kinda dry. . .” Alaric stated simply, accenting his point with another stir of the stew.
“Well old timer I’ll have you know that these crackers were made by the big wigs over in Sharlayan, a grown adult can stay fed off of just them for weeks! This is the best ration you can get on the streets!” The woman proudly said before once again biting down on it, “sure it’s a little dry but in terms of efficiency these have your stuff beat!”
“Well efficiency can only bring you so far you know, a good meal is supposed to make you feel good! Here, have just a wee morsel and tell me if something that’s efficient can trump a meal that fills your gut and brings you a bit of joy alongside it!” Alaric reached into the stew with a smaller spoon now, making sure that the spoon caught a bit of meat with the broth as well before passing it off to the stubborn gunbreaker. As she took but a taste from it a look of both frustration and thinly veiled happiness crossed her face, going back and forth between the two before she would reach to her belt, pulling off the sack of crackers that she had been reaching from. She would then hold it in the palm of her hands before tossing it off out of the light of the fire.
“Yeah yours was uh- yours was better I must admit. . .” The highlander had a look of frustration on her face at being proven wrong, “So can you pass me a bowl please?”
Prompt #6 Halcyon The Good Old Days
The rush of feet and clash of blades, the telltale signs of a duel occurring. The two combatants traded blows back and forth, their blades clashing against one another over and over, neither participant faltering one bit!
Until one of them, a young boy, tripped over a rock and scraped his knee. The boy would drop his clearly wooden sword to the dirt and let out a shrill cry, with a woman rushing up to help up the small child, who could only be no older than seven.
The other participant, a young girl, raised her wooden sword high into the air in victory. It appeared as though she was the same age as the boy. At this a man, evidently her father, approached the young girl. “Hey Illma you have to play nicer with your brother remember?” The father, known as Alaric explained to his daughter before looking over his shoulder in a feigned attempt to see if his wife and son were still in ear shot before whispering, “You're tougher than him you know?” And in response Illma let out a prideful giggle. “Now go say sorry to your brother before Mom talks my ear off yeah?” Alaric patted her on the back and she simply nodded before running over to Alaric’s wife and son.
Alaric took no time to actually hear what was being said, he was far too busy just looking at his family. Istrie, his beloved wife, Efren, his son who took more and more after his mother each day, and Illma who instead took after him with her determination and adventurous spirit. Upon noticing that Alaric had been just staring at them Illma smiled at her father, and he smiled back.
This memory played through Alaric’s mind as he stared down at his daughter's motionless body in bed, in some odd and cursed form of a comma. Her eyes were open, she was awake but she couldn't move nor could she speak. Illma just sat there, staring forward. As this old memory of Halcyon days, now long past, played through the old man’s mind, he had to hold himself back from breaking down upon the very floor that he now stood up on. But he could not lose hope, for he would cure this damnable affliction, whatever it was, and see that determined smile once more.
Prompt #6 Halcyon The Good Old Days
The rush of feet and clash of blades, the telltale signs of a duel occurring. The two combatants traded blows back and forth, their blades clashing against one another over and over, neither participant faltering one bit!
Until one of them, a young boy, tripped over a rock and scraped his knee. The boy would drop his clearly wooden sword to the dirt and let out a shrill cry, with a woman rushing up to help up the small child, who could only be no older than seven.
The other participant, a young girl, raised her wooden sword high into the air in victory. It appeared as though she was the same age as the boy. At this a man, evidently her father, approached the young girl. “Hey Illma you have to play nicer with your brother remember?” The father, known as Alaric explained to his daughter before looking over his shoulder in a feigned attempt to see if his wife and son were still in ear shot before whispering, “You're tougher than him you know?” And in response Illma let out a prideful giggle. “Now go say sorry to your brother before Mom talks my ear off yeah?” Alaric patted her on the back and she simply nodded before running over to Alaric’s wife and son.
Alaric took no time to actually hear what was being said, he was far too busy just looking at his family. Istrie, his beloved wife, Efren, his son who took more and more after his mother each day, and Illma who instead took after him with her determination and adventurous spirit. Upon noticing that Alaric had been just staring at them Illma smiled at her father, and he smiled back.
This memory played through Alaric’s mind as he stared down at his daughter's motionless body in bed, in some odd and cursed form of a comma. Her eyes were open, she was awake but she couldn't move nor could she speak. Illma just sat there, staring forward. As this old memory of Halcyon days, now long past, played through the old man’s mind, he had to hold himself back from breaking down upon the very floor that he now stood up on. But he could not lose hope, for he would cure this damnable affliction, whatever it was, and see that determined smile once more.
Prompt #5 Stamps A Sea o' Stamps
The hustle and bustle of the Limsa market streets was alive and electric as always, Chimchim stood at his stand as he had done so every day for the past few months. He sold glue, tape, anything that uh stuck, as his slogan put it, if it sticks its in stock. Chimchim was humming to himself an old tune that his mother taught him when a young roegadyn boy hurriedly ran up to his stand.
“Oi Chimchim, I need another stamp!” The young boy asked, with a letter held gingerly in his hand, this young boy was Stehlen Riesig. Chimchim thought that he was Ulfnar’s boy but apparently there was a whole lot of drama going on in that family, better to not think about.
“Yeah yeah I gotcha kid, same as before yeah?” Chimchim reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stamp with a chocobo on it, “This is, what the fourth time this week you came down here? Two gil by the way.” Chimchim reminded the young boy, to stop him from just grabbing the stamp and running, the boy had forgotten to pay a couple times but he meant well so Chimchim didn’t hold it against him.
Stehlen slapped a pair of gil on the table before grabbing the stamp, looking it over a few times for, as he once put it before, quality assurance, “Yep, I just got so much to tell mum you know? Uncle said in a few years I could go on the boat with him and everything! I’ll be a swashbuckler fighting against those darned Garleans!” The boy must’ve been no more than eleven years old by his appearance, at this age roegadyns haven’t become giant mountains of meat just yet and still had a few years of being at a reasonable stature. Of course Chimchim hardly noticed the difference, most things were taller than him so he stopped taking note.
Chimchim looked down at the young roegadyn, “And has she, uh, ever written back? The delivery moogle’s right over there and I haven’t seen you get anything in months.” Chimchim said as the boy became slightly downtrodden.
“Well. . . no she hasn’t but she’s just real busy over in Sharlayan that's all! There’s probably a bunch of mercenary work over there so she probably doesn’t have time to write back but I know she sees em! Paid the delivery moogle five gil just to watch for a roegadyn woman that looked like me and he said she did grab it, she’s probably just really busy!” Stehlen sounded oddly defensive now, seemingly refuting against his own mind before he quickly shook the thought off and scampered away towards the moogle.
Chimchim leaned on his elbow, “I sure hope that kid gets a response soon, poor little guy’s too good for what his mom did to him.” The lalafell simply shook his head and went back to watching the crowd go by.
The next week came and went and that young roegadyn boy never returned for stamps again.
Prompt #5 Stamps A Sea o' Stamps
The hustle and bustle of the Limsa market streets was alive and electric as always, Chimchim stood at his stand as he had done so every day for the past few months. He sold glue, tape, anything that uh stuck, as his slogan put it, if it sticks its in stock. Chimchim was humming to himself an old tune that his mother taught him when a young roegadyn boy hurriedly ran up to his stand.
“Oi Chimchim, I need another stamp!” The young boy asked, with a letter held gingerly in his hand, this young boy was Stehlen Riesig. Chimchim thought that he was Ulfnar’s boy but apparently there was a whole lot of drama going on in that family, better to not think about.
“Yeah yeah I gotcha kid, same as before yeah?” Chimchim reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stamp with a chocobo on it, “This is, what the fourth time this week you came down here? Two gil by the way.” Chimchim reminded the young boy, to stop him from just grabbing the stamp and running, the boy had forgotten to pay a couple times but he meant well so Chimchim didn’t hold it against him.
Stehlen slapped a pair of gil on the table before grabbing the stamp, looking it over a few times for, as he once put it before, quality assurance, “Yep, I just got so much to tell mum you know? Uncle said in a few years I could go on the boat with him and everything! I’ll be a swashbuckler fighting against those darned Garleans!” The boy must’ve been no more than eleven years old by his appearance, at this age roegadyns haven’t become giant mountains of meat just yet and still had a few years of being at a reasonable stature. Of course Chimchim hardly noticed the difference, most things were taller than him so he stopped taking note.
Chimchim looked down at the young roegadyn, “And has she, uh, ever written back? The delivery moogle’s right over there and I haven’t seen you get anything in months.” Chimchim said as the boy became slightly downtrodden.
“Well. . . no she hasn’t but she’s just real busy over in Sharlayan that's all! There’s probably a bunch of mercenary work over there so she probably doesn’t have time to write back but I know she sees em! Paid the delivery moogle five gil just to watch for a roegadyn woman that looked like me and he said she did grab it, she’s probably just really busy!” Stehlen sounded oddly defensive now, seemingly refuting against his own mind before he quickly shook the thought off and scampered away towards the moogle.
Chimchim leaned on his elbow, “I sure hope that kid gets a response soon, poor little guy’s too good for what his mom did to him.” The lalafell simply shook his head and went back to watching the crowd go by.
The next week came and went and that young roegadyn boy never returned for stamps again.
Prompt #4 Reticent From Captain to Crewmate
Two roegadyns sat a table upon a ship, the contents upon it rocking back and forth with the waves itself. One of them, Mammoth Mitch, was the nephew of the other, Ulfnar. He had been placed in his care after Mammoth’s mother had left to go to Sharlayan with her husband and due to some complications and a very selfish decision, Mammoth was left behind. “So I heard from some of the crew you’ve been uh mopey lately, is that right Mammoth?” Ulfnar asked to make sure to use the name that the rest of the crew had been calling him lately, Mammoth wasn’t the hugest fan of his birth name and he preferred his crew given name far more.
“Yeah I’ve just been thinking about mom lately, makes me real mad you know but there ain’t nothing I can do about it now!” The young roegadyn explained, his voice strife with frustration and anger. “She’s off in Sharlayan you know?”
“Hey if I was in your shoes I would be mad at her too but you have to realize she did what she thought was right and even if it wasn’t, she’s family. Us Sea Wolves are a proud people, we don’t like to admit when we’re wrong but I know for a fact that your mother is sitting in Sharlayan just beating herself up about what she did to you! And once again, she’s family. You gotta accept that fact, and you gotta accept that it means that no matter what she does you can’t stay mad at her forever.” Ulfnar explained plainly, sipping from a mug in his hand. Mammoth nodded with what he said, taking what he said and thinking about it long and hard.
“Yeah I get what you’re saying! Thanks for the talk uncle, it uh really helped me out!” Mammoth said with a look of slight reserved happiness over his face. He would quickly turn and walk out of the room, to further think about what his uncle had said.
This now left Ulfnar alone with his thoughts, “Gah why’d you have to do that sis!?” Ulfnar grumbled to himself, completely ignoring what he previously said he was furious with his sister. How selfish of her to just leave her kid here! Sure she did the bare minimum of contacting him so that he knew Mammoth was alone but seriously? She angered him to no end and if he never saw her again he would be quite happy. “You should heed your own damned words Ulfnar, bad example for the kid.” He continued to mutter to himself as he took another drink, he never thought of himself as a reticent type, but if it meant that he could make Mammoth a bit happier then he’d bottle up whatever he had to.
Prompt #4 Reticent From Captain to Crewmate
Two roegadyns sat a table upon a ship, the contents upon it rocking back and forth with the waves itself. One of them, Mammoth Mitch, was the nephew of the other, Ulfnar. He had been placed in his care after Mammoth’s mother had left to go to Sharlayan with her husband and due to some complications and a very selfish decision, Mammoth was left behind. “So I heard from some of the crew you’ve been uh mopey lately, is that right Mammoth?” Ulfnar asked to make sure to use the name that the rest of the crew had been calling him lately, Mammoth wasn’t the hugest fan of his birth name and he preferred his crew given name far more.
“Yeah I’ve just been thinking about mom lately, makes me real mad you know but there ain’t nothing I can do about it now!” The young roegadyn explained, his voice strife with frustration and anger. “She’s off in Sharlayan you know?”
“Hey if I was in your shoes I would be mad at her too but you have to realize she did what she thought was right and even if it wasn’t, she’s family. Us Sea Wolves are a proud people, we don’t like to admit when we’re wrong but I know for a fact that your mother is sitting in Sharlayan just beating herself up about what she did to you! And once again, she’s family. You gotta accept that fact, and you gotta accept that it means that no matter what she does you can’t stay mad at her forever.” Ulfnar explained plainly, sipping from a mug in his hand. Mammoth nodded with what he said, taking what he said and thinking about it long and hard.
“Yeah I get what you’re saying! Thanks for the talk uncle, it uh really helped me out!” Mammoth said with a look of slight reserved happiness over his face. He would quickly turn and walk out of the room, to further think about what his uncle had said.
This now left Ulfnar alone with his thoughts, “Gah why’d you have to do that sis!?” Ulfnar grumbled to himself, completely ignoring what he previously said he was furious with his sister. How selfish of her to just leave her kid here! Sure she did the bare minimum of contacting him so that he knew Mammoth was alone but seriously? She angered him to no end and if he never saw her again he would be quite happy. “You should heed your own damned words Ulfnar, bad example for the kid.” He continued to mutter to himself as he took another drink, he never thought of himself as a reticent type, but if it meant that he could make Mammoth a bit happier then he’d bottle up whatever he had to.
Prompt #3 Tempest Shivering Timbers
A bolt of lightning split the sky as The Lucerne sailed defiantly through the storm. On the deck men were running every which way making sure everything was in tip top shape. A Roegadyn stubbornly held onto the ship’s wheel, forcing it to stay straight so that they could continue their course. An elezen whaltzed up the ship’s steps to stand next to the roegadyn, “So Ulfnar, remind me again why we must sail directly through a twelves-damned maelstrom!” The elzen yelled over the downpour of rain.
A wide and near devilish grin crossed the roegadyn captain’s face as he stared the elezen dead in the eyes, “Those Garlean dogs sailed around the storm, thinking it too dangerous, we will use that to our advantage, we shall cut them off and bring them down to the depths!” Ulfnar turned his attention back to the wheel, fighting with it to keep it righted.
“We’re going through all of this trouble for a shortcut!?” The elezen man shouted loudly, but before he could make another comment or critique the captain cut him off.
“Aye Emmanfaulin, their ceruleum engines can beat us against the wind, we would have had no hope of catching them, but with this stroke of luck we can catch em by surprise!” Ulfnar shouted with joy, almost happy about this storm. Emmanfaulin mused that perhaps the rumors of the captain being just a little crazy had some true merit to them.
“And if we are defeated by this storm what then!?” The elezen shouted continuing to be contrarian, moreso to test if the captain truly knew what he was doing, as first-mate it was his job to advise and help the captain. “You lack confidence my friend! I have faith in these men and in The Lucerne, the old dog that she is, that we will see the end of this storm and our bounty! Now enough squawking, ye ain’t above doing the work just cause you’re a sharp shot, get down there!” The captain yelled once more putting his focus upon the wheel, with that Emmanfaulin would simply sigh and saunter down the steps into the chaos that was the crew of The Lucerne.
Prompt #3 Tempest Shivering Timbers
A bolt of lightning split the sky as The Lucerne sailed defiantly through the storm. On the deck men were running every which way making sure everything was in tip top shape. A Roegadyn stubbornly held onto the ship’s wheel, forcing it to stay straight so that they could continue their course. An elezen whaltzed up the ship’s steps to stand next to the roegadyn, “So Ulfnar, remind me again why we must sail directly through a twelves-damned maelstrom!” The elzen yelled over the downpour of rain.
A wide and near devilish grin crossed the roegadyn captain’s face as he stared the elezen dead in the eyes, “Those Garlean dogs sailed around the storm, thinking it too dangerous, we will use that to our advantage, we shall cut them off and bring them down to the depths!” Ulfnar turned his attention back to the wheel, fighting with it to keep it righted.
“We’re going through all of this trouble for a shortcut!?” The elezen man shouted loudly, but before he could make another comment or critique the captain cut him off.
“Aye Emmanfaulin, their ceruleum engines can beat us against the wind, we would have had no hope of catching them, but with this stroke of luck we can catch em by surprise!” Ulfnar shouted with joy, almost happy about this storm. Emmanfaulin mused that perhaps the rumors of the captain being just a little crazy had some true merit to them.
“And if we are defeated by this storm what then!?” The elezen shouted continuing to be contrarian, moreso to test if the captain truly knew what he was doing, as first-mate it was his job to advise and help the captain. “You lack confidence my friend! I have faith in these men and in The Lucerne, the old dog that she is, that we will see the end of this storm and our bounty! Now enough squawking, ye ain’t above doing the work just cause you’re a sharp shot, get down there!” The captain yelled once more putting his focus upon the wheel, with that Emmanfaulin would simply sigh and saunter down the steps into the chaos that was the crew of The Lucerne.
Prompt #2 Horizon The Sea's Horizon
Ulfnar awoke with a gasp and a hand quickly moving to his chest. Where was he? Ulfnar rose up and began to scan his surroundings, his seasoned eyes looking for any potential threats, however he was quickly distracted by a wave of confusion. Ulfnar was on The Lucerne, his prized vessel. “No this is impossible! The ship was sinking, we had rammed the Garleans vessel and!” And before even finishing his sentence Ulfnar turned his eyes towards the horizon and just stopped. No longer was there the picturesque mixture of reds and blues of a day turning to night, instead it was just a never-ending sprawl of blue, with odd formations of crystals floating here and there. At once Ulfnar knew what happened, his mind became clear.
He had died. “I boarded their vessel, fought them off with steel and powder and I blew up their ceruleum engine. . .” a wide smile crossed the pirate captain’s face as a wave of realization washed over him, “My boy and the others made it out, they must've!” Ulfnar declared, with a roar of joy.
Ulfnar walked to the helm, taking the wheel right in hand, “Well, ol’ girl, I've no idea what this sea might have in store for us, but the horizon awaits!” And once more The Lucerne sailed again, into the unknown that is the aetherial sea.
FFXIV writing challenge prompt #1 Steer March of the Gladiator
Within the family house of the Vances a series of shouts and retorts sounded through the quiet forest. “Why do you not want me to be an adventurer!?” Illma shouted, a look of ugly anger and rage painted upon her face.
The recipient of this shouting was her father, Alaric Vance, “I just do not want to see anything happen to you Illma! Adventuring is a dangerous business, I would know!” Alaric explained in a defensive manner, he had never told his daughter the true purpose as to why he quit being an adventurer and it was clearly biting him now. “I know what can happen to one who is not careful and it won’t just be you who gets hurt if something happens to you!” Alaric shouted, letting his emotions get the better of him.
Illma did not need to put much thought into Alaric’s statement as to who he was referring to. She sat down upon her bed and a look of sadness crossed her face, “I just wish to help people, to protect them. I will be careful father, you and I both know that. At a certain point you have to let me go!” Illma said, looking first at the floor and then staring her father in the eyes. “I want you to have trust in me.”
Alaric sat down next to his daughter, a look of almost acceptance on his face. “My father once told me that we are the captains of our lives, and just like a ship captain it falls to us to steer ourselves around the rocks and storms on the sea, it is entirely up to you to keep yourself safe. It is entirely up to you to make the right choices and not find yourself in over your head, do you understand?” Alaric asked, his eyes welling up as he looked down at his child, now a grown adult and ready to leave on her own. “Yes, I understand father, I understand and I will steer myself clear of any potential rocks as you put.” Illma said in a playfully mocking tone as she got up, “So I can go to Ul’Dah to become a gladiator?” Illma had a look of hope in her eyes as she looked to her father. All Alaric did was simply nod.
FFXIV writing challenge prompt #1 Steer March of the Gladiator
Within the family house of the Vances a series of shouts and retorts sounded through the quiet forest. “Why do you not want me to be an adventurer!?” Illma shouted, a look of ugly anger and rage painted upon her face.
The recipient of this shouting was her father, Alaric Vance, “I just do not want to see anything happen to you Illma! Adventuring is a dangerous business, I would know!” Alaric explained in a defensive manner, he had never told his daughter the true purpose as to why he quit being an adventurer and it was clearly biting him now. “I know what can happen to one who is not careful and it won’t just be you who gets hurt if something happens to you!” Alaric shouted, letting his emotions get the better of him.
Illma did not need to put much thought into Alaric’s statement as to who he was referring to. She sat down upon her bed and a look of sadness crossed her face, “I just wish to help people, to protect them. I will be careful father, you and I both know that. At a certain point you have to let me go!” Illma said, looking first at the floor and then staring her father in the eyes. “I want you to have trust in me.”
Alaric sat down next to his daughter, a look of almost acceptance on his face. “My father once told me that we are the captains of our lives, and just like a ship captain it falls to us to steer ourselves around the rocks and storms on the sea, it is entirely up to you to keep yourself safe. It is entirely up to you to make the right choices and not find yourself in over your head, do you understand?” Alaric asked, his eyes welling up as he looked down at his child, now a grown adult and ready to leave on her own. “Yes, I understand father, I understand and I will steer myself clear of any potential rocks as you put.” Illma said in a playfully mocking tone as she got up, “So I can go to Ul’Dah to become a gladiator?” Illma had a look of hope in her eyes as she looked to her father. All Alaric did was simply nod.
FFXIV writing challenge primer
Hey all so this is my first time posting this sort of deal but I kinda wanna see what happens if I were to post my entries for the challenge but with the way I write a bit of background knowledge couldn't hurt.
Mammoth Mitch is my very first character, he's a warrior and he used to be a pirate before becoming a warrior of light. His mother left him and his uncle Ulfnar took care of him whilst also bringing him into the family trade of piracy, a lot of the stories focus on what happens around the two of them.
Alaric Vance was an alt I made cause I found it funny that I only had physical jobs on Mammoth so I thought it would be funny to make one for only magic but he quickly became his own character. He is a black mage who becomes an adventurer at an old age to try and find a cure for his daughter, so far he has had no luck but he will continue trying until he cures her.
I hope you guys enjoy the stories that I write as I do enjoy doing this sort of thing and getting feedback would be nice(though a couple of these are a little messy but that's the point I suppose).
FFXIV writing challenge primer
Hey all so this is my first time posting this sort of deal but I kinda wanna see what happens if I were to post my entries for the challenge but with the way I write a bit of background knowledge couldn't hurt.
Mammoth Mitch is my very first character, he's a warrior and he used to be a pirate before becoming a warrior of light. His mother left him and his uncle Ulfnar took care of him whilst also bringing him into the family trade of piracy, a lot of the stories focus on what happens around the two of them.
Alaric Vance was an alt I made cause I found it funny that I only had physical jobs on Mammoth so I thought it would be funny to make one for only magic but he quickly became his own character. He is a black mage who becomes an adventurer at an old age to try and find a cure for his daughter, so far he has had no luck but he will continue trying until he cures her.
I hope you guys enjoy the stories that I write as I do enjoy doing this sort of thing and getting feedback would be nice(though a couple of these are a little messy but that's the point I suppose).
rest well
waking up version here