Welcome to Adventu, your final fantasy rp haven. adventu focuses on both canon and original characters from different worlds and timelines that have all been pulled to the world of zephon: a familiar final fantasy-styled land where all adventurers will fight, explore, and make new personal connections.
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year 5, quarter 3
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Balthier smirked as he leaned against his airship, watching the eyes it drew from those who drifted past. He liked the feel of metal at his back. He liked the smell of oil and exhaust. Most of all, he liked the freedom it offered him. No longer would he be constrained by the bounds of river routes and his own feet. No he was released to where he really belonged -- in the sky.
The town itself was likewise a breath of fresh air, or a breath of hot air as it was. He had never had any particular fondness for the desert, but he had certainly crossed it often enough for nostalgia. It covered nearly the entire kingdom of Dalmasca, and more importantly, its royal tombs. He’d plundered enough monster-ridden temples in the heart of the sands to complete his search nearly blindfolded. It was a wonderful thing, treasure hunting. In the sands, there was nothing in his way but monsters and his own stubborn will. It was a relatively guiltless job. Not that he ever felt guilty as a pirate regardless.
Balthier pushed off the hull of his ship and swaggered forward, crossing his arms. Deserts were a hub for trading posts, and this was no exception. The people here were drifters, outlaws, and merchants. They wore colored fashions with open vests, plated accessories, and scarves tied around their waists and necks. Here, even the most noble of men was windswept and dusted with sand. They tended to avoid places like this. They were lawless on the outskirts of civilization. It was, in short, exactly the place for him.
He pushed through the crowds, drawing eyes but not suspicion as he ignored the street vendors calling out their wares. Golden armlets, mythril chainmail, the feathers of an axebeak, tufts of phoenix down. He stopped in front of a bulletin board posted outside the local tavern. He shifted his weight to one hip, hand at his chin as he scanned the requests.
He wasn’t much for requests -- not for monster bounties or deliveries that was. However, it was often that some noble patron would ask that a bold adventurer delve into the heart of the wilds after some treasure or another. Of course, Balthier would rather keep it for himself. The black market often sold better than anything above the table.
”Ah.” His eyes landed on a post titled in bold letters. Lord Auer in search of relics of an ancient king. Reward to be negotiated.”And there we have it.” He scanned the details below. Tomb of the Nine Sands. Lost after the War of 436. Rumored in the southeast.”Quite the lead if I might say. Another prize for the taking.” Balthier shook his head, turning to face the sun with his hands at his hips.
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[attr="class","ayab-text"] The deserts of Ul'dah had prepared her enough for the heat and sand of this city. The sands of Dalmasca had also prepared her as well when she recalled the mission she had undertaken by going through the Royal City of Rabanastre. A beautiful city that had been ransacked by the Garlean Empire in their ever brutal conquest to unite all of the world beneath their banner. What they believed to be a unifying force was no more than a tyrannical moncarchy created from the machincations of the Ascians. Cassie still worried about what was occuring back at home and if the absence of herself and Alexander was going to cause a potential Rejoining without them there to try and prevent it. This world left her devoid of Hydaelyn's Blessing and of her friends. [break][break]
But this did allow her the chance to travel at her leisure and to explore what Zephon had to offer. It was a world with its own history and cities to explore and learn about. The town she was currently in seemed to be an oasis town of some sort with markets and plenty of people walking about. In search of wares to purchase or to escape the barrenness of the desert before they continued on their journey. Right now she was interested in seeks out any nearby work to earn some gil for herself. A girl needed to eat after all and purchase some other essentials to continue her uncertain existence here. [break][break]
She had settled into her Dancer attire to provide herself some relief within the sweltering heat, but she could see the various stares and whispered words it garnered her. A rather revealing outfit that she had earned upon completing her training beneath the traveling group from Thavnair. Her chakrams sat comfortably and swayed with each motion of her hips to draw attention to the fact that she was armed and very much capable of wielding these weapons as well. Perhaps it would have been less conspicuous to rely on her Red Magic over dancing, but she had grown accustomed to the freeing movements and speed that her Soul Crystal offered her. [break][break]
The glare of the sun blinded her briefly when she had finally managed to spot what looked like a local job board. Which, in turn, had her stumbling into a complete stranger like a newborn fawn. Cassie felt her cheeks flush at the rather graceless movement before she hastily took a step back and looked up at the man with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. The sun blinded me for a moment." The reasoning even sounded a little weak to her own ears, but she pushed through her embarrassment and sidestepped the man to peruse the various jobs posted on the board to see if she could find one that would suit her. [break][break]
Balthier hadn’t gone two steps before he faced his first obstacle.
This came in the form of a woman, misstepping and blundering straight into his shoulder, setting them both off balance. Balthier grabbed her on instinct, steadying her with a short, ”Woh!” as she righted herself back on her feet. Balthier frowned. ”You should take care where you step,” he said not as a warning, but only advice. She smiled apologetically.
”Sorry about that. The sun blinded me for a moment.”
Understandable. The sun had a certain glare in the desert that was unmatched by any more temperate lands. It burned with an unbearable heat that settled deep into every last fiber of the place. Balthier’s cuffs were already loosened -- his shirt damp with a light sweat.
”Not a native to the sands, I’d assume.” He watched as she circled around him, cheeks bright with a blush. She had an eye for the board and the requests posted there. She certainly had a strange look to her -- clad in gold and vivid red. Altogether, she seemed far more suited for a tavern’s stage, but looks could be deceiving, he supposed. The Viera, he found, were constantly underestimated.
”Though it seems you’re well suited for the heat,” he said. With her bare midriff and high skirt, she looked nearly like a resident of Dalmasca. It wasn’t any concern of his. He shrugged, shaking his head.
”I’ll leave you to your business.” And he would be left to his. He didn’t much like to leave his airship unattended -- not without his special modifications that was. He had his target, his direction, and his transport. The town had little use left for him.
