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.
at adventu, we believe that colorful story and plots far outweigh the need for a battle system. rp should be about the writing, the fun, and the creativity. you will see that the only system on our site is the encouragement to create amazing adventures with other members. welcome to adventu... how will you arrive?
year 5, quarter 3
Welcome one and all to our beautiful new skin! This marks the visual era of Adventu 4.0, our 4th and by far best design we've had. 3.0 suited our needs for a very long time, but as things are evolving around the site (and all for the better thanks to all of you), it was time for a new, sleek change. The Resource Site celebrity Pharaoh Leep was the amazing mastermind behind this with minor collaborations from your resident moogle. It's one-of-a-kind and suited specifically for Adventu. Click the image for a super easy new skin guide for a visual tour!
Final Fantasy Adventu is a roleplaying forum inspired by the Final Fantasy series. Images on the site are edited by KUPO of FF:A with all source material belonging to their respective artists (i.e. Square Enix, Pixiv Fantasia, etc). The board lyrics are from the Final Fantasy song "Otherworld" composed by Nobuo Uematsu and arranged by The Black Mages II.
The current skin was made by Pharaoh Leap of Pixel Perfect. Outside of that, individual posts and characters belong to their creators, and we claim no ownership to what which is not ours. Thank you for stopping by.
Oh? He wished to hear about the others instead of the Warrior of Light? A pity, that. Part of him was curious as to whether he came from a reflection of their world that he knew, or if he was from a different time such as that Eillien woman. But, he had no reason to push, and so, would indulge. If nothing else, that gesture of good will from Zenos was worth it. Many would have simply taken it as a sign of comfort, or merely relaxing. From what he knew of his great grandson, such a motion, minor though it was, carried far more meaning. He gave another shrug with a smirk. "Very well, I shall leave out the Warriors of Light that I have encountered." Oh yes, plural. While there were multiple from Alexander's world, multiple reflections still remained.
And so he began. He would leave out Somnus the Founder King. He may have had no grand scheme in play, but that was one he wanted left alone for the moment. He placed his chin between his index finger and thumb, lost in thought for a moment, before deciding to pull from that new journal going about. Perhaps he should make a... donation. See if he couldn't get an ad in that. Maybe sponsor it? He had the money, or, well, he could make it. But no one needed to be the wiser for that. "There has been a report of a silver haired warrior of considerable skill who caused quite the stir in a city called Sonora, when he went against, and triumphed, over the city's law enforcement. Coincidentally, someone matching his description has just been sighted in Torensten, where we are." At least if the murmurs of this city were anything to go by.
Of course, he left out a couple of details. Namely, he wasn't alone. There was another figure, and people in black suits. It was more complicated than he was making it out to be. But one of them, or someone resembling them had been spotted in Torensten, so it was best to just focus on that. But it was something to keep Zenos occupied. "There has also been a mercenary leader named Caius Dragelion; who has garnered quite the reputation for his skills, of which includes dragon slaying. He's been aiming to begin a guild from what I have heard; a good opponent if you would desire numbers." Caius was making waves, and while he had nothing against the poor fellow, especially if Zenos took the bait, well, he needed something to preoccupy his dear great grandson with. You see, he'd cracked the secret there. The key to keeping Zenos out of trouble, was to keep Zenos in trouble, trouble that you at least had some measure of control with.
A suggestion to hug and reminisce? Hades couldn't help but let out a small snort at that. Zenos was being a smartass, obviously. Didn't stop Hades from rolling with the suggestion. "Oh, I never really knew you to be one for hugs and affection. But if you're simply wishing to make up for lost time I don't see the harm in it." He just imagined it would be rather awkward, especially with the fact that the boy simply towered over him. Scratch just him, Zenos towered over everyone. He just wasn't as bulky as the armor made him out to be. Not that you could tell, he definitely had the strength for it all; a hulking giant of lean muscle beneath the armor. "You definitely do not have your father's sense of humor." Varis would just sulk and side eye him the entire time.
Still, he couldn't blame the boy for not realizing it right away. "But you're thinking too small." He said as he dramatically motioned to all those around him. "You see the natives here and think that is all to this world." But they were not natives. They were from the same world; perhaps from different reflections, of that he would have to uncover, but they were both foreigners here, extraterrestrials. "You were pulled here, do you think you and I the only ones?" And while he'd been able to obviously confirm such, Zenos had not; might as well give him something to look forward to. "This world is one of both saviors and destroyers from other worlds, my boy. Heroes and villains of their own epics."
Which also brought him to the other issue his great grandson had raised up; what was he planning? Well, there was a sad truth to that one, one that Hades wasn't sure would be believed, so easily. "Now, I hate to dash your expectations, dear grandson. But I have no elaborate scheme in mind. I sought you out to confirm it is you, and keep an eye on you. By all means, hunt to your heart's content. If I need you I will come get you. But I imagine you have a certain someone in mind?" Aw yeah. Varis may have been the lame dad, but Solus was the cool great grandpa, right?
Ah, there it was; the mistrust that he knew would be arriving in short order. Well, on the flip side, at least she was only gripping her weapon, instead of pointing it at him or, Zodiark forfend, trying to impale him on it. There was a scoff from him as she insulted him. After he had so patiently heard her out and let her talk. At least she wasn't trying to act like she was some master sleuth who'd seen through his disguise, like he'd known certain other warriors were wont to do. Still, he would interject on her calling him an Ascian. "Retired Ascian, thank you very much. I can't exactly cause a rejoining when there are no shards to rejoin, now can I?" Of course, he doubted she would believe he had no grand scheme in play, best to resort to a different path.
So, he'd just approach it as if he was out of a job. Which... well, he was. Still didn't stop him from smirking, completely unphased by her threatening demeanor. "Oh, do not look at me so. A smile better suits a hero, does it not?" Plus if she actually tried something, he'd just call the guards. No need to get messy personally when as far as the law was concerned, he was on the right side of it all. "But do as you wish with the Eye. I have no particular use for it, though it's clear you refuse to simply destroy it and be done with it." Ultimately, what she did with it was her wish. He wasn't even sure what he would do with Nidhogg's Eye. Wasn't like he could put it towards anything.
But he'd be honest, like always, and simply tell her the consequences of such a chosen path. The smirk dropped as he shrugged. "Just understand that with no Lifestream or other force to draw in his aether and recycle it, his rancor will seep into the land wherever you go and affect it accordingly." Such was the fragility and vulnerability of this star. Of course, he had no expectation that she would heed his warning. Rather, she would refute, deny, or accuse, if he had to take a bet. "And as far as I know, I'm the only Ascian here." Well, in all honesty, he'd forgotten Nabriales even existed. And Lahabrea, well, perhaps it was a mercy if he didn't show up here.
The Crystal Divider was an odd place. Reminded him too much of ancient Allag. Namely with that crystal tower. You know, the one he'd gone to so much trouble building. Rather funny how it'd ultimately wound up becoming his undoing. Though, in his defense, he would never have assumed that the Exarch would have figured out how to take it into the past from a future where he had proven victorious. With a clearer mind, untainted by Zodiark's call, he was able to look back on that more objectively. He had originally planned to simply erase Alexander from history and carry on with the rejoinings to revive Zodiark. But without that influence, he began to wonder, why not simply go back and stop Hydaelyn from forming? Or if possible, completely avert the Final Days?
Ah, speak of the devil again. A complete presence. One he had not felt in eons. At least, not in this state. Hydaelyn could be rather oppressive at times, and hard to ignore. Still, this, well, it was immediately followed by a flash of darkness as he moved to the source. It had to be who he was thinking of; none but an Amaurotine could have such a complete presence. For this, there would be no disguise, be no scheming, be no hiding or guile. If this was Venat, then he could only approach her as Hades; Emet-Selch held no meaning in this world.
And sure enough, it was her. He appeared by her side in a flash, as tall as she, with a black robe and red mask, his only personal flourish to the outfit. That confirmed it, this was her, and with her soul as it was, this was her before she had become Hydaelyn's heart. This confirmed that time was of no meaning, and not even the days of Amaurot before its end were beyond the grasp of the puppet master. This changed everything, and perhaps, he felt, a swelling of hope. One may have expected him to be outraged at her for the summoning of Hydaelyn that sundered their Star, but such anger would be misplaced and meaningless; there was no point in holding sins against one who had yet to commit then.
But, without that power that resonated with their souls, she likely could speak no other language but theirs. He had eons to learn the new languages as they arose, she did not. He would, as Hades, naturally give her the courtesy. "[Venat.]" He called. It was a soft, gentle tone. Welcoming and warm. "[You have questions, no doubt.]" He tilted his head. Any questions she had, he would deign to answer them as fully, and as honestly, as he could. For his brothers and sisters, Hades would not hide information.
Ah, so the observed observed she was being observed and was now observing the observer, thus making him the observing observed. He simply allowed her to make her observations and... flirt with him. Again. Well, first time for her. In truth, he never considered the Solus body to be all that attractive. If anything, Hades was better looking. Yet for some reason, he was getting quite a bit of attention since he came to this world. Were silver foxes just that high in demand or something? Of course, if people knew the abyss that was his actual age, then they would likely lose interest, if nothing else for the fact that he would almost certainly outlive them. Still, if she wished to play along, then perhaps he would as well. A simple enough thing, maybe pick at a string or two.
He smirked, with a small shrug. "I'm not the one flirting with a middle-aged man." Indeed, he was only looking, nothing more than that. She was the one making the first move. Though perhaps there was a puzzle in it all. Well, it was a puzzle that was being solved rather quickly, at least. He was good at what he did! Persephone had always made that much clear. He was very good at plenty of things other than animancy as well, also courtesy of Persephone.
But, keep tugging and pulling. "As for what I'm looking at, well, it looks like you've died." How she took that was up to her, but if nothing else, he genuinely meant it in the most literal sense. Whatever had happened to her, she had died before she came to this world, even if it had restored her to life. This world was strange, and the puppet master who played their game had strange tastes as well, considering who they brought here.
Post by Emet-Selch on Jun 21, 2020 11:08:27 GMT -6
[googlefont="Comfortaa"]
♡
@somnus
Hades could only give a smirk as he looks over his clothes. Yes, he'd made quite the point to actually dress nicely for this; dress codes did matter, after all. If you were royalty, you dressed like royalty. Still, he was quite content to let Somnus talk. Though admittedly, he wasn't exactly aware of the "hunted by guards" part of this whole ordeal. As long as they didn't burst in here and ruin his nice office that he had spent time creating, oh well. But, he would simply heap on the praise. "Ah, a Founder King, from which begins an entire mythology. Perhaps I had underestimated you as it is, can't win them all. In my defense though, mythological figures don't often walk through my door." His hobbies made sense too. Things that were kingly and regal in nature befitting his status.
Except fishing. He wasn't sure where that came from.
But he smiled and folded his hands together. "But, that does work and I thank you. I may leave out you being royalty, if you would prefer that. If we're going to find someone for you, I'd rather they be interested in you first and not just your wealth and prestige, Your Majesty." In truth, he wasn't sure how Somnus would react to that, but he wasn't going to lie there. Many would simply see the title king and jump on that for the power and wealth being their significant other would bring. And if he was going to be successful at this; he needed to make sure that the people he paired up actually lasted!
Hades followed along, taking a pen to scribble everything down on a sheet of paper, just to make sure he could reference back to it later. Of course, that was a brief overview of who he was, and he took great pride in being royalty. That did speak somewhat of his personality, but that he would keep to himself. No need to overtly insult the man. "Now, how would you describe yourself? What kind of personality do you have?" He could see it now, but well, may as well give him the chance to give it a go. Needless to say, he would find this to be rather fascinating, even if there tended to be a trend. "Ah, and any family, as well?" Oh. Oh dear.
An understandable feeling, one could imagine. Especially when it was someone who paid your salary. But, alas, Hades was in no such position. Nor was he on the opposite end. Perhaps that's why he seemed a tad more trustworthy? He simply had no reason not to hide all the details, save for the fact he simply didn't wish them known. Would she have found him more attractive if he were thirty feel tall as he was supposed to be? Likely not. Women tended to like a tall man, but there were limits! Six, maybe seven feet, but thirty? Goodness, at that point she just seems more like a sassy, lost child than anything.
He noticed her unbuttoning part of her shirt and... didn't react. Well, he didn't react in a flustered manner like many others may have. He would be a tough one to crack. "Feeling a bit warm, are we?" His finger rings around the glass, creating that soft humming chime. He doubted it would cause a distraction, everyone else was involved in their own affairs and perhaps the din of the chatter would be enough to drown out the sound. Still it was fun to see that she was playing along, too. "It's something one is born with, and must nurture through years of study and talent. Animancy is truly a world like no other." He wondered how far he could go simply telling her the truth.
She was looking for someone, so then perhaps there was already someone else in her life? How interesting. It wasn't that odd, considering there was a married couple seeing other people right now. "Ah, am I to be an intermediary should I find this person? No matter, I don't mind that. As I said, I love to observe, and even with small interactions like that, I am bound to learn." And he simply continued to let her talk as his amber eyes took in her words. She didn't mean anything by it, surely, but a painful reminder was a painful reminder, as his gaze narrowed somewhat into a more somber expression, even if only for a moment.
But he carries on. "Indeed. Our circumstances mold us, influence us, direct us. Even those who choose their own path must at times act in accordance to circumstances outside their control." The End of Days, the sacrifice of their people, the sundering of their world. He'd done all he could in such horrid circumstances, and yet it wasn't enough. Many considered the Ascians simple darkness mongering demons, and while he could take joy in simple entertainment, in the end, Hades only ever wanted two things.
His loved ones back, and to simply go home.
So he gave her a soft smile. "Do be wary. In this world, the rules of old no longer apply. When you find this person, they will almost certainly not be the same. Pray that they are better than they were when last you saw them."
He really should have known. Of course, even the mental comparison of that monster to his great grandson would bring him here. What was the phrase that tended to be used, again? Speak of the devil and they shall appear? Well, it seemed that such was the case here. Why though, was it that whenever he thought of those of Amaurot, that none of them ever appeared? Truly, this world was a bit of a prankster, or perhaps the puppet master's eyes had focused upon him, and deigned to pull anyone who was related to him to this new world. ... Though he was still waiting for someone from Amaurot upon that front. Hades let out a long suffering sigh as that signature of aether that made up the soul hit him with an all too familiar wave, this was going to get messy.
Solus and Zenos were... Well, if Varis was disliked and dismissed, then Zenos was just plain ignored. At least with Varis, the answer, to Hades, was obvious. He reminded him far too much of his son, and of the frailty and feebleness of the races of men. His son had been a rather impressive specimen amongst the Garleans; and strangely, people flocked mostly to his height. He was strong for his kind, commanding. But a sickness had taken him, not fire and war, nor the march of time, but a disease that others had survived. Always so feeble, able to vanish from the world and return to the Underworld at a moment's notice.
While Zenos being freakishly powerful was a surprise, it was also logically understandable. The boy had more of him in his blood than he really thought he would. Or, at the least, it was showing in a spectacular fashion. Zenos was always easy enough to work with if you knew how to handle him, and he found Varis's complete inability to use him to be rather amusing. Point him in a direction, say there are powerful foes impeding the march of Garlemald, and watch Zenos go. From what he understood of the boy; Zenos did not care from where the blood flowed, as long as it flowed, especially if it was a worthy opponent. Took long enough for one to show up.
And now, his great grandson was here, but from where? Likely before the Shinryu debacle, if he had to guess. He'd thought about just ignoring it. He didn't really know how Zenos could help him with anything. But, his great grandson was a bit of a wild card, and it was probably better to keep an eye on him rather than let him run amok, looking for fights. Oh this world was great for him, but he had an inkling that the boy would leave behind a trail of bodies as he was wont to do. What was the worst he'd do, kill his great grandsire? A waste of time and energy, so he simply followed the boy. Everyone gave him space, of course. Even with their dulled senses, they could sense a predator when they were near. Whether it was fear or politeness, they subconsciously parted so that he would be left to his own devices.
It seemed his guesses were correct. His old armor, combined with the fact that was most definitely Zenos and not Elidibus, made that much clear... at least how Hades saw it. What had happened on the Source whilst he was on the First, and after he'd gotten a new hole in his chest, well, he wasn't omniscient. Regardless, as far as Hades was concerned? This Zenos likely came from before he merged with Shinryu. He just simply didn't see Elidibus giving up that body, spectacular specimen that it was, without a fight, nevermind without a fight from a dead man.
And so, he slipped through the crowd. After all, he did not fear him, who feared family after all~? He wondered if Zenos had picked up on him by now. Ah, well. With a few swift steps (Zenos was taller than his body, with a far better physique, if he had to be honest), he managed to catch up to the lad. "Well, well, I suppose it should have been a matter of time before you arrived." There was that smirk. Would he even be recognized--Of course, he would. Solus zos Galvus in his prime. The portraits had been scattered about the imperial palace, it was probably ingrained into the poor boy.
Hunching over slightly, he shrugged. "Welcome, dear grandson, to what I imagine is likely your paradise."
"There is no lifestream here." Hades said solemnly. No, he would have seen it by now if there was. This planet was dry, feeble. That was an issue. That was no small detail to simply be glossed over. A lifestream was vital, it gave the star strength, supported it when people used its energies. A star with no lifestream was uniquely fragile, uniquely vulnerable. In this state, if this world were the Source, he would not need to trigger a rejoining to cause a calamity, he could just do it by his lonesome. That was a problem. He let out a sigh as Eillien continued to talk. In all honesty, he was just dropping the facade out of pity at this point. Not even Alexander had been this... He looked Eillien over once more. She was identical to him. Well, the soul was. Hers may have been a little dimmer, but it was the same soul, no doubt.
Was she a reflection then?
He turned to face Eillien. It was in her good fortune that Hades had no desire to wreak havoc and mayhem on this world. "And you really shouldn't tell strangers you have Nidhogg's Eye on your person. That trusting attitude will come back to bite you, someday." Honest advice; why would she tell him? Why would she tell anyone? While it was always nice to let things out to someone you'd never meet again, some things just placed a target on your back. "An artifact filled with aether? Many would kill to get their hands on that, fueled even further by Nidhogg's rancor." Things however, were falling into place. She was Alexander, or rather, a different version of him. A world where he'd never existed, but she existed in his stead.
Fascinating.
He pointed to her bag. "The Eye has been calling out to anyone that will listen. In truth, it would be best to either destroy it, or toss it where it cannot be claimed." Not that it mattered when it came to the Warriors of Darkness Elidibus had recruited, but, well, they were already dead. The extreme hostility of such an environment did little for any of them, but that was beyond the point. "Instead you take the 'selfless' route that so many others with powerful artifacts before you have taken, because the simple truth is you have no desire to be rid of it." Hades shrugged.
He understood, truly. There were a myriad of reasons to keep the Eye, especially for Eillien. "It's undeniable proof of who you are, which you take obvious pride in, it's one of your last connections to your world." What was she without the Azure Dragoon? She'd placed so much emphasis on that role before even a Warrior of Light, that to lose one of her strongest connections would undoubtedly affect her mental health, but of course, there were other, more practical reasons. "But aside from that, it's an undeniable Ace in the Hole. If you are pushed, simply bring out the Eye, bask in Nidhogg's Fury, and show the world your Dragonsong." It was a trump card to even the odds against most foes.
Crossing his arms, he simply gave Eillien a look. "And before you rebuff me, I will say this; I can easily extract the aether and disperse it, allowing you to pierce the empty vessel and destroy it. If you truly wish Nidhogg's threat gone, then it can be gone in just a few moments." Of course, he was almost certainly outed now. Not that it mattered. There wasn't really much he could think to do with Nidhogg's eye that proved beneficial. With no plots, there was no need to scheme. No point in rejoining a world that was never sundered to begin with, and if she was openly suspicious of him, then so be it.
Post by Emet-Selch on Jun 19, 2020 10:36:32 GMT -6
[googlefont="Comfortaa"]
♡
@branford
He has a spectator, does he? He looks over to the greenette, and it only takes a moment. Ah, the soul's different, well then, that settles that. The shortness, followed by the green hair. The physical resemblance is rather uncanny, but the rest, he's able to see through easily enough. Huh, well, that's an interesting thing to note. Still, he wondered where she got the idea to simply approach him, not that he seemed all that threatening. Not that he even was all that threatening. She seems so earnest. He quirks a brow before he decides to humor her, just a little, and see what outfit she's even pointing out. Whichever she's so insistent on, well, he imagined that it couldn't be so bad, not if it appeared to be so popular.
Of course, that changes when he actually sees the outfit. His eyes narrow, and any humor vanishes from him. Ah, so that buffoon was here, was he? He really should have expected that. Wherever Alexander was, sooner or later that moron was going to follow. Oh, that Hildibrand fellow didn't seem too bad of a person, at least he was genuine in his desire to aid others. It's just... things stopped making sense when they appeared, and it could get a little aggravating. It had reached a point where the Ascians had simply stopped monitoring him; what was the point? Nothing worked as it was supposed to work when he was around.
He turned to the small woman, the resemblance truly is uncanny, and quirked a brow. Actually, no, now that he really looked, she had an inch to her advantage. At least, that's what he was guessing at. "Very well, I'll bite. Why do you think this one best suits me?" There were other clothes he could use to "play dress up" as she was putting it. So then, why this one?
