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Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 15, 2024 18:14:28 GMT -6
'Them'? At the mention of a 'them' the rogue turned his attention towards the floating lights. The young man didn't discern any sense of sentience from them like one would get from a Chocobo or person, but they did seem to have a presence all their own now that he took a moment to observe them. It was strange. The wood had seemed so full of life and he supposed this was the reason why every corner felt -- alive, somehow. How weird.
First his ear caught the man's words, responding to his query of whether or not he's passed in this world. When the man wholly denied the accusation with a simple answer, Zidane couldn't help but let out a laugh. Now that he thought about it, it had been a strange thing to ask, but the man seemed to respond with such stalwart sobriety that the thief was taken aback for a moment. This man was a serious fellow that reminded him of a certain someone from his past.
"There's plenty of sentient creatures, if you know where to look." Zidane moved to fold his arms behind his head, seemingly more relaxed than he had been but moments ago.
His posture seemed quick to change, but it also flowed in a natural way that made it difficult to discern the intentions of his actions. While clearly not out to rob someone in the dead of night, he also didn't have any reason himself to be deep in these haunted woods.
He'd speak again. This time it was less concerning him as a person, but the wood as it was. This place was weird and Zidane was only incidentally passing through. He had no personal interest in delving into the mysteries of its nature until Auron gave him an ultimatum. To him the guy seemed strangely lonely, yet at peace with his solitude. Zidane couldn't have that! His long tail flicked beneath his cloak as he made the decision to follow the older man.
"Ah well if that's the case, can't just leave you alone. Old guy like you may keel over from a heartattack if someone unfriendly jumped you!" He teased in a friendly manner. "Name's Zidane." He offered, with no intention of asking or exception of being offered a name in return. It was merely a courtesy, as far as he knew, that provided a convenience for traveling companions. "What's a guy like you doing neck deep in haunted woods. You don't look like a hunter." Normally hunters had a teams or at least an old Chocobo with matching scars that warbled with equitable gruffness.
Why did the wood move like this? If Zidane had to compare it to something, he'd regard it similarly to the Ilfa tree. It was alive, but he didn't see zombies, ghosts, or any skeletons about. So what kind of life did it possess?
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 10, 2024 17:46:48 GMT -6
Upon hearing the ravenous bellow of the denied boar ZIdane kicked off the ground and took off running. The young man made his way into the clearing where Cloud had sliced off a section of the sullen sow's tusk. It did not take kindly to the attack and stamped its hooves against the muddy ground. The farmer rushed back, not wanting to get between the warrior and the beast. Zidane noticed the chunk of ivory thrown aside. His tail flicked beneath his cloak, a thought coming to mind. He wouldn't mind collecting that bit of treasure, but it would have to come after/
The boar lowered its head, its btistleback strengthening its hide like steel. It wouldn't be as easy to cut through its skin as he had done with its tusk. The boar charged. Realizing the guy was in a dangerous pickle Zidane charged forward, unaware if the man knew how dangerous an angry boar was. Zidane has been at the sharp end of a Zahgnol's tusks before and if this beast's was anything like theirs it was going to be quite a doozy. Their horns could cut like any blade and their hooves stomp harder than an ornery Chocobo out for blood.
When Zidane drew close enough he jumped up mid way through his dash and piled a heavy kick into the beast's side. Unaware of the incoming volley the belligerent boar nearly toppled over, its charge cutting past Cloud without a single strike. The giant pig slammed into a nearby fenceline, trampling it to the ground before it crashed into a tree. Both the boar and tree toppled over. Zidane landed, the cloak elegantly fluttering down, covering his body from view. When he turned on his heel it would be revealed to Cloud that he was just a young man, perhaps close in age with him. He put his hand over his forehead and watched as the pig took the fall.
"That was close. Gotta be careful with beasts like that." Zidnae pulled back his hood, the sky clear or rain, though the clouds had yet to fully disperse.
Of course that wasn't the end of the ham. It wouldn't easily give up its prize of fresh truffle and pumpkins. It pushed back to its hooves and shook out the debris from its coat before turning around, trying to figure out what had hit it.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 5, 2024 20:06:40 GMT -6
Zidane stood among the crowd with his arms folded behind his head. He had been watching the boards for a while, searching for the perfect job. His blond hair was tied back in a small tail, by a green ribbon. The hood of his cloak hung against the back of his neck, with the looser strands of golden hair tousled over the dark fabric. The ash, almost black cloak, guarded against the chill of the evening air, but it also helped the rogue hide his tail from the rest of the company. The fact of the matter is the locals of Zephon didn't take too kindly to Outsiders and Zidane stood out with his extra appendage so made the effort to obscure it until he could better get to know the person or would wait until he was out of town.
Nothing was holding his interest. It wasn't until a whisper tickled his ear. Someone mentioned pirates. Zidane had heard a lot about pirates since coming to Zephon. Back home there wasn't such a thing as a thief who rode the waves, mostly because riding the waves was quite difficult and very few, if any, had any ability to. Alexandria was the superior force on the ocean which made him wonder if there were none who'd even bother with the idea because of it.
Looking over at the person who appeared to have said that was a young woman. He watched her collect the mission and slide away through the crowd. The male pulled his hood up over his head, tucking his hands into the cloak before he moved to follow her. He didn't hide his face, despite obscuring his features in the case the woman decided to mistake his intentions.
That seemed to happen a lot as of late. The women of Zephon were quite sensitive to his advances.
When he got a little closer the male moved to match his pace with hers and walk at her side. "That looks like a tough job you got there. Not something a cute girl like you should be taking alone."
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 1, 2024 22:46:56 GMT -6
There weren't many willing to brave the dangers of the Metaia Marshlands and even fever capable of it. While indeed the quickest route from Aljana to Torensten it was also one rife with natural hazards as well as unnatural ones. There are many ancient tales that speak of the majesty of Metaia in its past.
Scholars speak of the long lost Kingdom while others tell tales of the riches lost to time. Many try to claim these forgotten treasures for themselves and there are some who chase the glory of successfully traversing the long, overgrown roads of the ancient realm.
Deep in the Metaia Temple there was more than just the odd undead or ghastly ghoul. Through the twisting corridor of corpses and deep within the gheist filled gaols was a great treasure waiting to be recovered. somewhere in the basement of the innermost sanctum was a decorative Ampule of Holy Water. This artifact was requested by a certain collector who was not only willing to pay top gil, but introduce the treasure hunter to a difficult to reach associate with gil to spend. All one needed to do was rescue the necklace, once believed to be a centerpiece to the priest's rituals, from the clutches of its dour prison.
But why was it always zombies?
Zidane could handle Fangs. He didn't mind dealing with Frogs. But places crawling with undead always left him feeling out of sorts. It wasn't as if he was scared of ghosts, but the ghoulish misers were reluctant to part with their worldly possessions and could fight harder than a Chimera with a thorn in their paw.
He had been bonking skeletons and dodging ghouls for the past hour. The deeper he climbed into the temple the harder it became to believe the place hadn't already been cleared out by adventurers. He soon came upon a pitfall. He peered inside and noticed it went down at least another floor.
"May as well, It looks like it leads somewhere." As opposed to He nowhere he felt he was going.
Without a second thought the agile Genome leapt into the passage. With an echoing tap he landed in what appeared to be an abandoned antechamber. At the center of the chamber was an altar with a great statue proudly standing over an altar. On the podium was an old stone tablet and beside it the Ampule...
Dusty Skeletons lay scattered around the room. some wore moth-worn robes while others appeared to be wearing old leather armor and wielding weapons. That aside, nothing seemed to be moving. There weren't even any bats or rats to contend with so deep in the ruins.
"I think my luck just turned around." He grinned.
Since the part-time adventurer was wearing his cloak he decided to pull the hood over his head and collar over his nose to better protect from the dust that seemed to kick up whenever he moved. It also helped to hide his figure from view were there any curious corpses or meandering mice.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 1, 2024 20:53:36 GMT -6
Despite the narrow nature of the branch, the youth appeared to have no trouble balancing on the precarious perch. He moved to fold his arms behind his head, the soles of boots firmly pressed on the slender limb. Hanging behind him was the wisp of his tail, but in the darkness it would probably be difficult to discern the fifth limb from the scabbard hanging from his hip. His blue eyes did well in the low light so it wasn't too difficult for him to see where he was going. He didn't appear to be carrying a lantern with him and was usually stumbling around in the dark for one reason or another.
The man insisted the phantasmal noises didn't emanate from a Moogle and Zidane was one to usually argue. But seeing as it was the dead of night and Moogles weren't usually wont to skulk about in the shadows, he would acquiesce with the old man's refusal. Zidane clicked his tongue and took a step forward. That step walked him clear off the branch. He dropped down to the ground with a light thump. When he landed he sunk into a crouch to help buffer his jump. He snapped up to a standing position and clapped his gloved hands together before approaching the man. He wasn't wearing his usual cloak because the youth wasn't expecting to meet any humans out here. Because of that he shifted his tail in a way that he kept it behind his back until he could be sure of the man. Many of the people of this world seemed to take offense to Outsiders and anything that stood out to make him a stranger quickly locked them up.
"I haven't been." The rogue assured. "Just walked by cause I heard something. What about you? Kinda strange someone wandering around the woods in the middle of the night." He had a grin on his face, clearly ignoring the irony in his comment.
Zidane couldn't make heads or tails of the feelings he picked up in the woods. If he had to compare it to anything it reminded him of the Ilfa Tree. It was haunting and had a strange, otherworldly feeling, but he was sure that was because he was in another world. His azure gaze drifted to the side, eyeing the bouncing orbs of light.
"By the way, are you a ghost?" Zidane felt compelled to ask. He wasn't sure why, but maybe it was the feeling he had in the woods. "I've been here for a few days and haven't seen a single human." And in his experience only criminal and the wayward wandered beast filled woods at night.
He was the latter.
"If it wasn't a Moogle, what was it?" Though Zidane went on, he didn't do so casually.
He maintained his distance to Auron and kept his arms at side in the case he needed to grab his blades to defend himself. His back was to the tree, ensuring no one would be able to sneak up behind him. On the outside he was relaxed, but every edge of his person was guarded.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 26, 2024 14:37:07 GMT -6
It was already late in the afternoon, the point where the sun was highest in the sky, or so it normally was. The clouds had yet to disperse after a short rainstorm caught local residents off guard. Though the region was usually temperate and sunny, in a land so close to the sea they were bound to be affected by storms at such an altitude. While many had chosen to stay indoors during the sudden showers there were a few who enjoyed the cooling reprieve amidst such a hot and humid day. In the past Zidane never experienced such things unless he traveled down into the valleys especially to places close to Burmecia. Although he was used to such weather, that didn't mean he was out traipsing about.
The young man walked around draped in a dark cloak, despite the humidity. His hood was pulled over his head and his tail hiding beneath the confines of the fabric. He had been on Zephon for only a short while and was already quite aware of their feelings towards Outsiders. He had an easy enough time adopting their habits of speech and mannerisms. As an understudy it was quite easy to pick up their gestures by hanging out at the local taverns for a few hours. There was just one thing about himself he couldn't change, nor hide given the circumstances so he often had to wear his cloak to prevent unwanted gazes. Beastmen were too far, few and in between on this world so he stuck out like a ship on land.
Undern had set in. It would not be sunset for a while so there would still be daylight out to get things done. The rogue decided to go for a bit of a walk, but he wasn't the only one who decided that an after-shower stroll was relaxing...
There were many small farms that seemed to dot the outskirts of Torensten, though not to the extent of Porvo or Aljana. They were small fields that seemed to specialize in one crop or another, barricaded with small split rail fences that wouldn't keep out a fox, let alone a hungry chocobo. The youth stopped nearby, noticing some of the farm dogs chasing a gaggle of ducks. He settled down in a crouch, peeking through the fence line with a grin on his face. It was hard to ignore the critter's antics while nursing his hangover. It was relaxing and let him forget that he was in a strange place, far from home.
BUHWEEEEE
A gruff, bellowing sound rumbled in the distance. Zidane raised his head, tawny hair framing his face as he peered past the edge of his hood. "What was that?"
A few plots down the rain seems to have attracted a gigantic boar. The beast was as big as a juvenile Behemoth, with the temperament to boot. Its white, curling tusks spoke highly of its youth and a thick mane told of its health. After the rain it came snuffling around for truffles and found itself a patch of pumpkins, but the farmer was remiss to relinquish them -- shame. The Boar didn't take kindly to the refusal and was now rampaging.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 25, 2024 11:36:18 GMT -6
Chocobos, chocobos everywhere!
Unlike the Metia Marshlands this wasn't some sickly, twisted, and something-possibly-dead-in-my-boots attraction. Twisted tree roots, and bridges of bark the would-be adventurer had set about in a much better mood now that there was less muck and grime and more wood and foliage. He had only spent a day among the ghouls, moogles, and birds and was already quite attached to the place as it was a distant memory come back to life. He had spent days on end in the Chocobo Forests of Gaia playing with his companions and passing the time with the disgruntled Mene. Only recently had he found himself wandering this strange world full of unexpected sights so he had yet to acclimate to its tender beauty which he quickly disregarded in hopes for returning home.
This place was nostalgic. Though it made him miss home more deeply than he had ever since arriving on this world, there was something about this place that allowed him to slow down and collect himself. He sat perched atop a gnarled, twisted vine, Chocobos underfoot grazing amidst the treelines. Crouching down he buried his face into his hands and stamped the heels of his palms against his eyes, fighting back the tears he had been holding in for so long. His long, silky tail had become a vine for a nearby moogle who swung against it, hardly mindful of the broken heart it was attached to. He rubbed his arm across his face, wiping away the moisture that had gathered. Sniffling a bit he moved to fully sit, allowing his legs to dangle over the edge of the branch.
"I wanna go home." He sighed. "This sucks."
He listened as the Chocobos warbled and chirped, enjoying the warm afternoon, the moogle suspended from his tail squeaking away. He couldn't bring himself to shaking the little fae off, so instead let it have its fun. The young man spent the day daydreaming, wondering of ways he could make it home. Maybe he was on another planet? Or he was trapped in a backwards realm full of things he remembered like the Chocobos or Gigan Frogs. Soon the flock of Chocobo laid down to sleep. Feeling the exhaustion finally hit his muscles the agile acrobat would join them and nestle down into the pile of feathery floofs. After a while the tailed youth ended up falling asleep, slipping into dreams of the past. Some time later something disturbed the flock causing them to shift and writhe. Blue eyes blinked clear the haze of sleep as something strange buzzed in the back of his head. A gloved hand rubbed through his hay colored hair, brushing it back before he sat up. He had long since lost his ribbon in the bogs, so his hair hung free from its usual ponytail.
Climbing out of the squirming squall of squawking birds the rogue would attempt to climb up off the ground to gain a vantage on the situation. The birds hadn't fled so it was a good sign, but things were strangely quiet. The night shouldn't be this calm. Looking around he'd eventually find himself a path along the branches which led deeper into the wood. Sliding his tail around one of the hanging limbs he walked until he stood perfectly upside down, feet flat against the underside of the branch. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared off to where a mass of dancing lighting bugs had gathered.
"Those aren't lightning bugs..." He narrowed his eyes before pulling his tail taut until he 'sat' on the branch, legs crossed. Though he hung upside down it didn't distress his sense of gravity. "...they almost look like Ramuh's orbs." But more alive, in a sense.
Scratching the side of his head the rogue climbed back up into the trees and made his way closer. It didn't take long for him to come upon someone else. His steps were silent, the thief only moving when the wind passed by, letting him step between the shifting leaves and bending boughs. By their weapon they looked to be a lone adventurer. They looked ready to fight. Lowering himself into a crouched position the Genome rested his elbows on his knees and leaned his head forward. He watched the space the man was staring at, but nothing was there and nothing else seemed to move.
"You know it's probably just a Moogle." He spoke aloud, breaking the peace in a sudden and rather anticlimactic manner.
The young man couldn't sense it though. Everything in the wood to him felt alive and moving so it had all become a numb, uniformed feeling that escaped his notice.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 5, 2024 20:18:31 GMT -6
Now this was his kind of city! The open sea, a festival square and even a bulletin board where he could keep track of what was going and who was coming. If he played his cards right he could even get an easy job to fill his purse with gil. That was the only thing missing, cards. Before whatever happened he had been fussing around with his card deck and ended up leaving it behind in some gods forsaken inn! No one better snatch them before he's gotten back, or so help him! He leaned his hand against the board and slumped forward, bemoaning the loss of his deck.
"I spent years collecting those cards..." Clenching his gloved hand on the board the man felt some papers shuffling between his fingers. "Hmm...?" He raised his fingers and peered below the sheet.
The man was cloaked in a dark grey, almost black robe, which helped to conceal his tail and most of his features from the public eye. The tail of his hair hung down from the collar of the hood, blond bangs falling over his eyes. He pulled the paper off the board and read it over. He had to fight from curling his tail away from his body as the fur stood on end from excitement. This was just what he was looking for! Something to idle the time away and forget his worries! He stuffed the parchment into his robes before he tucked the paper in his pocket. He settled his hand on his stomach before looking up and through the weaving crowd.
"I could use something to eat before I go off to meet the contractor though..." He straightened his back, further tightening his tail around his waist. It wouldn't do to get discovered now, that he's finally inside the city.
With a grin on his face he would allow his feet to carry him and the smells to lead his stomach through. Eventually the disguised man arrived at the entrance of the cafe. Pushing the door in with his boot he would slide in through the small opening, spinning on his heel before facing the room. The man let his arms fall to his sides, his movement completely silent. He didn't want others to notice he was armed so his steps prevented his scabbards from rattling, keeping himself as small as possible. Moving up to the counter he pushed up on his toes, working hard to keep at bay the wriggling appendage underneath the cloak.
"Hey, you got a meal for today?!" The rogue called, hoping it was something warm and edible. The place looked nice, so he didn't expect something as awful as Bobo's Dark Stew, though the thought made him visibly sink, his knees bending as he moved to lean most of his waist on the counter. "I'm starving!" He dismissed his distress and focused on the food.
When he was finally given his order the man hopped back, nimbly avoiding other patrons while keeping the plate balanced in his hands. He looked around the establishment, brows quirking beneath his loose hair. It didn't take long before his eyes landed on the glittering beauty. Zidane turned his head, taking a quick whiff of himself to make sure he was still soundly pleasant to be around. Once he was sure he didn't smell like a dirty chocobo pen he approached.
"Hey, this seat taken?" He grinned, his bright personality beaming through his previous melancholy. "I noticed you were alone, thought I'd offer my company." Sure enough Zidane had the wit about him to peek around and notice most, if not all of the patrons were engaged in conversation in one way or another with their neighbor.
He seemed quite proud of himself, the unordinary limb shifting a bit beneath the cloak. He moved to stand on his right leg, leaning his weight as his left foot pressed against his shin, patiently waiting for her response.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 5, 2024 14:37:15 GMT -6
When Zidane awoke in this world he had been surrounded by nothing but sand. The smell and texture of the sand were strange though, far unlike those of Cleyra or Outer Continents. The beasts were many and the heat so intense he had found himself burned by the sun and skin bruised by the harsh, beating sands whenever wind deigned to blow through. Though he was equipped with a hefty cloak, it had done little to combat the elements and left him scraped, burned, and tired all the time. Compared to that these plains were heavensent, to be sure. His leather boots creaked and crunched over the weathered plains, the scabbards on his belt softly ringing against his hips with every step. His movements were light, unhindered by the weight of armor or a pack. If the man couldn't carry it on the small satchel on the small of his back, he would do without. He had purchased the satchel at Aljana, a strange city with a familiar hierarchy. Zidane had done well to intermingle with locals, but he kept his tail hidden beneath his cloak at all times. It hadn't taken long for him to notice the distinct lack of beastfolk.
In the stead of spending what little gil he had on the fine looking Chocobos they had for sale, when he finally decided to leave the city he had done so on foot. He soon arrived in the Fractured Plains, but to him it was just a nameless stretch of land yet forsook by nature. It was a welcome improvement to his previous traveling conditions. With his cloak on his shoulders and his hood pulled over his head, the man wandered along with his arms folded behind his head and eyes on the horizon. These long days alone left him in the company of his thoughts. That alone was enough to drive most men to the brink of insanity. He continued to lament his arrival on this unknown world, but he wasn't dead, he continued to tell himself, still lacking the proof of that singular truth he held onto.
"I hate this..." He sighed, head leaning to the side, his elbows pulling forward and fingers tightening their hold as he moped. "Where is everyone...?"
Far from lacking the company of other living beings after his trip through Aljana, what the former rogue sought was the company of his family and friends. He could dance and parade himself at a bar here or flirt with a few ladies at a pub there, but none of those people really knew him, nor did they provide him with the comforting feeling of home. He closed his eyes, letting his mind wander off. How would he go about testing it? Was he alive or was he trapped in a dream he couldn't break free from? Underfoot he could hear the soft crunch of grass soften, the plain shifting from one species of flora to another. He opened his eyes and could see peering over the horizon the peak of a steeple.
He recognized it to be a church's steeple, having seen them back home in Lindblum. Zidane wouldn't say he was a religious individual, but with the things he's seen neither could he admit to there being nothing in the universe keeping it from rending twain. In Lindblum the church focused on the recognition of heroes and the divinity of their skills that had protected it through the generations. Men were flawed, but they could still find a way to surpass their limits when faced with the quandary of their mortality. Letting his arms drop to his side the young man rolled his tail up from its leisurely position, the appendage having been bouncing along behind him as he walked. He curled the fifth limb up beneath his cloak as he came upon the church. Looking around there didn't appear to be a village built around the sanctuary, but rather a shrine built around nature. Maybe what they worshiped here wasn't wholly different from what he recognized in Lindblum.
It was quite peaceful. It was a modest little shrine built out in the middle of the wilds. The man surmised that if there was a church here there had to be a city or township nearby. Someone had to make a pilgrimage to their services after all! But upon reaching the front of the temple, not everything seemed as harmonious as he assumed it to be. The church doors had been opened and the individuals outside seemed distressed. He had hoped to get a chance and take a break. Churches and sanctuaries were usually good for that sort of thing, but the fates had other things in store for him.
"Hey, what's go--" But his words were disrupted by a raucous clamour emanating from inside the church. He looked over and smirked wryly. "Something is a good an answer as any I guess." He held up his hands, the frazzled people outside about to speak up, but he dismissed their attempts to speak and put a finger to his lips to silence them.
After they quieted Zidane turned towards the church doors. He leaned up against the outside wall, his gloved hand resting on the surface to hold up his weight. He winced when he heard the harsh tone in the man's voice. His deep blue eyes traced along the inside of the building before he looked towards the altar. He noticed that men appeared armed and confronting a single individual on the aisle. It wasn't outside reason that a priest would be armed. Outside this far in the wilderness and with the chance a brigand could happen among and try to steal their fancy relics, one needed to be prepared! But he wasn't sure about these numbers. A few armed guys hovering over robed clerics and one guy standing them down all seemed like a recipe for a disastrous brawl.
Maybe it was a chance for him to test his limits and see if this place was really just all a dream he was having. Zidane stepped back from the wall and made sure his cloak was in place properly. He didn't want to show that he was armed or an Outsider. He flicked the collar of his dark hood before stepping into the church. As he passed the open doors he noticed that they weren't opened gently. He could guess the guy ahead made a habit of making grand entrances, but Zidane would have to one up him, especially if he counted the number of armed men right. Swords and crossbows, huh? The swords wouldn't be an issue to deal with, especially if they were ordinary broadswords, but the crossbows would be problematic since he had no means to disarm them quickly.
Zidane tapped his chin and thought for a moment. It should be fine. He'll wing it!
"Hey, is the guy in charge here? I got a letter here from Aljana!" He appeared to reach his right hand into his cloak, oblivious of the situation. Using the deception to his advantage he moved to draw his left dagger and quickly threw it out from his scabbard, aiming for one of the crossbows before withdrawing his other blade from his right sheath, into his left hand.
"I was kinda curious about what you guys did here, but if you told me we were sparring I woulda joined your order sooner!"
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 5, 2024 12:01:42 GMT -6
P1- Zidane Tribal; Journey to the West
Nostalgic Memories
through time
entry #01
zidane tribal
When Zidane first arrived in this world he fell into the Reikinto Sands. If there are any adventurers that wish to journey in this place and meet the jovial prince of thieves at his lowest it is a plot I would be open to.
entry #02
zidane tribal
The next step of his journey would take him to Aljana. if there are any intrepid heroes or troublesome villains curious about the stranger roaming the paradise in the sands, feel free to reach out. He would still be getting used to the fact he is in a foreign world.
entry #03
zidane tribal
The next part of his journey would carry him into the wayward reaches of the Fractured Plains. Here he's looking to prove his dreams are indeed reality and find a way pinch himself so hard he has no choice but to answer the call.
entry #04
zidane tribal
The next leg of his journey would carry him to the Metaia Marshlands. After a harsh, but much needed wake-up call the man continues to journey westward. The swamps remind him of the Qu Marshes back home, but they are nothing like the Qu's frog infested homeland.
entry #xx
zidane tribal
Yakusoku mo suru koto mo naku. Kawasu kotoba mo kimetari mo sezu, dakishime soshite tashikameta; Hibi wa nido to kaeranu. Kioku no naka no te o furu anata wa. Watashi no na o yobu koto ga dekiru no.
entry #xx
zidane tribal
Yakusoku mo suru koto mo naku. Kawasu kotoba mo kimetari mo sezu, dakishime soshite tashikameta; Hibi wa nido to kaeranu. Kioku no naka no te o furu anata wa. Watashi no na o yobu koto ga dekiru no.
entry #xx
zidane tribal
Yakusoku mo suru koto mo naku. Kawasu kotoba mo kimetari mo sezu, dakishime soshite tashikameta; Hibi wa nido to kaeranu. Kioku no naka no te o furu anata wa. Watashi no na o yobu koto ga dekiru no.