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Post by Renitra Starspear on Jul 30, 2024 23:58:17 GMT -6
“Ew…” Renitra swatted a fly that was buzzing around her. Ever since her meeting with Y'sthola, Renitra had got it in her head and needed to practice using her Astrometer and Spear in tandem in order to be ready to take on Zenos. To that end she had heard of The Trade routes that go through the marshlands and that they were always looking for someone to deal with the occasional wild beast that was disrupting the passages. Renitra herself was pretty good with beasts. Or at least culling rampaging ones and ill ones. Back when she was a Wood Wailer it was one of her primary duties.
As she looked around in her rented Chocobo mount she frowned. “Some outpost…” she muttered struggling to see it for herself. As she did so, she flinched. The buzzing of another insect was right by her ear. She swatted and smacked herself in the ear as a result. She winced and shook her head. Her head was slightly ringing from that stupid move. “Stupid…” she muttered. But then her voice trailed off. She thought she hears something. Voices. Whispering to her. But it was only for a moment. And at the same time, a memory manifested in her minds eye. She and all her friends were gathering at the Rising Stones. The memory was fuzzy and thus skipped around. It ended with Renitra, Krile and Aliesie exploring the Dravanian Hinterlands. Krile was holding the Crystal Eye, a relic belonging to Y'sthola’s mentor, Master Matoya.
Renitra was tuned out of the world as she processed her memory. That couldn't be right. Was she that lonely in Zephon that her mind fabricated it? Eventually she was roused by a “WAAAAAARK!” of her Chocobo. She blinked a few times and saw that her Chocobo was moving without her input and had taken her the rest of the way she was hoping. Hyur and Chocobo were at an outpost now. A small rest stop for travelers and merchants. She sighed softly in relief as she jumped off the Chocobo, gave him a scratch on the back of his head and looked around, assessing the area in her mind.
“You sayin’ you came north from the valley?” “Yes. That is where I awoke. I intended to traverse the mountains, yet without a means to mend possible injuries, I knew I would fare better heading south.”
As the patron of the bar prepared a pint of water, he talked to the warrior whilst grabbing a gourd and pouring its content. “That’s smart thinking, fella. Ya’ look like you know your way around a fight, but with spiders, bats an’ lord knows what else hidin’ in them mountains— that place would've been your grave.” Shortly after, he slid the cup over with a quick, “Here you go,” before sealing the gourd and stowing it away. Setro had replied with a quiet, “Thank you,” roping his fingers around the pint and having a small drink soon after. Talking to the wizened man availed Setro aplenty by way of filling in the gaps he could not.
This was the realm of Zephon, and individuals like Setro — those spirited away from their own worlds, are known as Outlanders. He had met another prior to his arrival to the marshes, but by the sounds of it, this phenomenon transpired long before their emergence. Some have even established themselves and formed bands composed of other outlanders. Whilst Setro wouldn’t so naively ascribe to the notion that his allies had found their way into these organisations, or that they wound up in Zephon at all. But hope sustains him and discarding the possibility is a fool’s gamble. If his friends were here, the warrior of light would find them.
After another morsel sip of water, the warrior rests his cup upon the wooden parchment before asking, “What can you tell me of these marshlands?” The aged gentleman flashed Setro a perked brow over the question before letting out a warm, shoulder raising chuckle. “Ain’t much ta’ know. The only things worth knowin’ is the marsh is home to ghouls an’ other kinda beasties lurking in the waters, but some of the merchants pay a pretty gil to anyone willing to help ‘em through the marshes.” Even when the new arrival graced the establishment with her presence, their banter continued unimpeded.
“You’re lookin’ to make some gil, aren’t you?” Asked the smug patron. “I doubt the merchants will offer their wares without compensation.” “Haha! True, true. I guess you know your way ‘round a few other things too.” “I am a quick learner.”
Post by Renitra Starspear on Aug 25, 2024 3:00:51 GMT -6
Renitra listened quietly to the banter. “… what about quests?” She asked abruptly, pushing herself into the conversation. “Do you pay for people to do odd jobs? Beat up some beasties? Collect things?” She offered
Oleg the meerkat appeared from her papoose on her shoulder and sniffed the air. He then turned his head to Setro and studied him. Then instinctively tapped Renitra’s shoulder to signal to her he was curious.
Renitra cut a look to Setro. A good look at him made her instantly turn and stare. “Allagian armor!” She said pointing. “Pristine even! Where on earth did you get it?!” She seemed to have interpreted the armor as being from the Allagian Empire, a precursor civilization from Renitra’s world. “Not even the crystal tower has it with this much shine and luster! G’raha, no… all of the Sons of Saint Conorach would be salivating at this!” Then she looked back to the merchant. “Err… sorry. I uh… do you have any jobs here for an adventurer?” She asked innocently. “I was told the marshlands had traders and travelers who had a lot of odd jobs for adventurers. At least, they say that’s in Provo… I just thought it was a good time to ask…” she trailed off mumbling clearly sheepish. Oleg made a noise and looked at the merchant with his beady eyes, sizing him up.
With that Renitra sheepishly backed away slightly so she wouldn’t intrude, but not so far away as to lose hearing of the discussion, in case there was some odd jobs that she could do. As she backed away she looked down at herself and frowned. She dusted something off the brown leathery sternum covering and noticed it started to flake away. “Oh dear… I need new armor now too… how long have I used this one…” it was a gift from her father when she began her career as an adventurer. It held significant sentimental value for Renitra, to the point she refused stronger, more higher quality armor over it.
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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The cerulean raiment that adorned him shifts in the direction of the bystander, and while the merchant appeared ruffled at the sudden intrusion, Setro was calm, stilled like a body of water once it settled. Though, during what appeared to be a crescendo of her curiosity, a small creature appeared from the confines of her armour. This little mammal observed the warrior and no sooner than when it sized him up did it signal for the woman’s attention to focus on him, or his armour, to be exact. Her eyes beamed with elation, and despite her inaccuracy of the armament that he dons, he would humour her nonetheless.[break][break]
But the moment his lips parted and a single strand of sound trickled from his throat, her attention darted back to the merchant, leaving Setro’s mouth ajar for a moment longer. Her span for attention ebbed like the tides, back and forth it danced, it would seem. But fate would ensnare another, for the merchant was rather gobsmacked by the word vomit that spouted forth that by the time he was going to respond, she had retreated and appeared to be mumbling to herself.[break][break]
Both warrior and merchant look to each other in silence, the latter of which gave Setro a look that could best be described as your turn. Still plastered with the vacant yet stoic expression, the warrior of light moved away from the counter and slowly walked towards the woman, noting her lamentation and the object of it — the leather of her attire appeared worn and weathered by use beyond its ken. By his own deduction, anything sharp enough would make the need for it be folly. And that’s when the man finally spoke. “I could not help but overhear your predicament. Perhaps there is a mender of leather in these parts who will help for the right price.” Altering his gait, the warrior shifted around until he was in front of her before adding, “Forgive my intrusion— I am Setro.”
Post by Renitra Starspear on Aug 26, 2024 15:55:58 GMT -6
now it was Renitra's turn to size Setro up while Oleg was looking around, scanning everything with his beady meerkat eyes. “I'm sorry I butted in…” she mumbled. “I thought it was an open conversation…” then the ramble began. “It's that I need to practice with my spear and Planimeter and my friend back in Provo suggested as much and I heard there were traders who were looking for able bodied people to take down monsters or gather this that or the other and pay them for-” her diatribe was disrupted by Oleg who let off a chirp and stomped from his perch on her shoulder.
“Aaaanyway…” She recovered from Oleg's disruption pretty quickly. It seemed to be common between Warrior of Light and pet Meerkat. “I'm sorry. Also what's this about knowing someone who can help with this?” she asked, showing the armor. As she feared it was frayed and scratched to no end, endless use and fighting has certainly taken its toll on the armor. Even her boots and gauntlets, both shining a vibrant Halonic blue, were somewhat grimy and battered. “These were gifts… they're sentimental to me.” She explained. “Daddy has the armor made after he was forced to put down a massive adamantoise that poachers hurt beyond recovery… and the gauntlets and boots were from Ser Amyeric after we sorted out the Dravanian Peace Conference…” she said that last part bitterly. “Nosy obnoxious dragon killing bitch. Why did she drug me for that…?” Her mind had fallen back into bad memories, a signal for Oleg to interrupt, AGAIN.
The meerkat chirped and jumped onto Renitra's head and started pawing all over her head trying to catch her attention. She flinched as Oleg did so. “What the heck Oleg?” She asked as she tried to reach out and grab him. Oleg jumped off and latched on one of the horns on Setro's helmet. Renitra blushed bright red at Oleg's eagerness as he dangled off the horn. Renitra's hand was outstretched to catch the meerkat thinking he would let go of the horn but Oleg surprised her by shimmying onto the helmet and running down Setro and back and climbing up onto Renitra's shoulder. For a few moments Renitra was dumbfounded but she managed to recover just as her face was blushing. She quickly performed a Far Eastern how. “Please forgive me and my meerkat for his exuberance. Gomen ne…” she slipped into the Hinagan tongue before repeating “Please accept our apologies for our antics.”
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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“You needn’t apologise.” That’s about as far as his response got before another tangent blotted any attempt for a time, not until the meerkat gave a suggestive stomp to break her from the verbal trance. But when she had asked him to elaborate on a prior statement, Setro took the opportunity to say his piece before any inkling of further meandering were humoured by the woman. “It is not uncommon to find a mender of goods amongst the merchants that have tailored their skills to fix leather and steel alike— alternatively we can ask the merchants for more information.”[break][break]
As anticipated, the woman was lost within the thicket of words spouting forth, but this trail led to a path less walked, evident by the forlorn expression that required yet another intervention from her pet. Ever the stalwart agent against the tides, the warrior’s meerkat would bring her back, albeit through an extreme measure… jumping on Setro.[break][break]
It was an effective tactic, that much he’ll readily admit.
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The warrior's eyes widened at the successful leap and even when the woman tried retrieving her pet, it remained ever defiant on his helmet, with Setro not once looking away. After the brief stint, however, the meerkat would skitter its way down the warrior of light’s form and back onto its owner, who was plagued with a tinge of red across her sheepish countenance. With a bow and apology, one could only imagine the embarrassment, especially since they were in a public venue. Setro chuckled. It was quick and without offence. Shortly after, he lifted his hand with a dismissive gesture and said, “Think nothing of it. Your small friend here— Oleg? Is wise and worth heeding, even if he cannot speak.”
Post by Renitra Starspear on Sept 14, 2024 16:38:48 GMT -6
Renitra looked at Oleg who was pleased with the recognition that Setro had given him for his ‘wisdom’. The meerkat put his claws on his hips and puffed out his chest. “If only his wisdom extended into humility and toned down his cheekiness.” Renitra said with a small smile. Oleg looked down and stuck his tongue out. She looked to Setro and shrugged. “Case in point.” she shook her head. “Although his companionship helps a great deal in trying times… and when one feels like they're alone in a world full of people… maybe you understand. Your armor isn't normal. I thought it was Allagian. Like…” she whispered the next words to him. “like it came from my world…”
“I'm what they call an Outsider … the people of this world don't like outsiders… please don't be mad…” she said quickly hoping her suspicion was correct. “But you're an Outsider too, right?” she asked with wide hopeful eyes. “... It's … hard. I've run into three people who were from my world… at least… they were… but they didn't remember me. The third helped me process it and they're most likely from alternative tellings of history. One where someone else was in my shoes.” She sighed and looked like she was going to fall back into the dark place but she caught herself this time. “So… yeah. That's my story in a gyrashl green bud. You said you made friends with some of the merchants in the marshlands? Do they have work? Will they repair my armor instead of gil?” she seemed hopeful at the prospect. “This was a present from my father… I can't leave it behind.” She said simply. “He gave it to me when I started being an adventurer… I know the colors a bit too much. But it reminds me of home. My home's national color is yellow.”
It was at this time Oleg made a noise and gestured to Setro as if asking something. Renitra knew what it meant. “Oleg wants to know if you have a name by the way… I probably should have started with that…”
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
[attr="class","wiingpost"]
Ah, alas, some much needed clarity had finally availed him. His armour bore a likeness to some back in her world. It was a peculiarity he would ponder upon later. For now, Setro would again be regaled by this young woman’s story. One oft believes that the ceaseless narrative belies vanity, but the warrior saw nary a hint of vain intent, but rather a young woman whose voice might’ve very well fallen on deaf ears. That is why he appeared content, even flashing a small smile when Oleg’s wisdom betrays his integrity. Besides, he wasn’t one for monologuing himself, so letting others fill the void became a mite game; he would listen, take note of anything worth noting and then reciprocate accordingly, and that time came when she finally beseeched his name.[break][break]
“Setro,” he replied, “— and I am indeed an Outsider, something I only recently learned from that merchant.” The moniker was fitting and yet served as a double-edged sword. On one end, it helps signify those beyond this realm of Zephon, whereas on the other end it will always stir an air of uncertainty because they are all transient guests. Setro pressed on and continued to elaborate.[break][break]
“Acquaintances, but I heard one of them is capable of alleviating your woes.” The warrior looked over to the yonder menagerie, trying to discern the merchant in question. “They seek abled bodies to protect their caravan westward through the marshlands. From what I have overheard, there is a ferry that can take them over the lake and into the region of Torensten.” Looking back at the young woman, he conveyed optimism through a reassuring smile and stout tone. “Rather than being compensated in gil, you could perhaps convince them to repair your goods.” Undoubtedly a stark win/lose scenario, as she would be bereft of payment in return for something of sentimental value being spared from degradation. In a way, Setro was keen on observing what would transpire. Would she forsake sentimentality for monetary gains? Or shall the heart prevail, even if it might come to her own detriment? Ah, not that he’s ever one to judge when it comes to the latter.
