Mortine had known it would be difficult to find his sister. After an exciting and painful battle with her friend Jig, he knew to be wary. If she kept a magic user around, either she had lost to him, or she had defeated him and she chose to let him stay around her. At least that's what his sister used to be like: Bold, daring, and sometimes cruel. But from what he'd noticed from raiding her room at the inn, she seemed to have calmed down a lot. She smiled more openly, let her guard down, and even collected things like axes. The old Martsia never had use for older things that she no longer needed. Once she got a new weapon, the old one was trash to her.
To his surprise, and disappointment, she was a lot weaker than he thought she would be. An easy jolt of electricity was all it took to down her. Although his scar had reopened in the battle against Jig, he chose to carry her to a nearby village and tap into the aetheryte there. Moments later they were in the misty morning forests of the Shroud, and he set her body in some brush, making a mad dash for their home beneath a grand tree. After a few minutes he came back with  a chocobo drawn wagon, and picked her up, setting her in the back, and making his way home. Their father, Kershaw, was very pleased that he had finally found her, but was frustrated when he noticed the slightly burned flesh around her neck.Â
"You should no better than to do that to her Mortine. She will be your wife soon enough, I hope you don't treat her so roughtly." He grunted, tying her up and carrying her down the stairs of one of their many cellars. He set her on a straw bed and kissed her gently on the forehead. "I'm glad she's home...finally we can rebuild our family. The Troys will reclaim their fame and fortune for being one of the strongest bloodlines in Lalafell history." He smiled at Mort, and walked past him, up and out of the cellar. Mortine felt a small tinge of something, and he hated it. He had no reason to feel guilty for anything. She'd had her fun...and her 'freedom' but now she owed it to her family to become his bride, and once they had a child...hopefully a boy, they could finally change the fate of the family. The Calamity had destroyed all of her sisters, her mother as well. All that was left was Mortine, Kershaw, and Bortun...her brother in law.Â
He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard her begin to wake, and slowly he made his way up the steps of the cellar. She finally woke and when she did he looked at her and calmly said "Welcome home." before shutting the cellar doors and locking them with chains. She would eventually break...and then he would make her his bride. Until then, she would rot in the cellar. Yet the guilt still gnawed at him, and a few minutes later he had written a letter and sent it to the Moogle.
Dear Moogle Residents,
Do not bother going to Coerthas, to find her, for I have already retrieved her and brought her home. Thank you for all cooperation. I look forward to seeing you all again soon.
Mortine.
To his surprise, and disappointment, she was a lot weaker than he thought she would be. An easy jolt of electricity was all it took to down her. Although his scar had reopened in the battle against Jig, he chose to carry her to a nearby village and tap into the aetheryte there. Moments later they were in the misty morning forests of the Shroud, and he set her body in some brush, making a mad dash for their home beneath a grand tree. After a few minutes he came back with  a chocobo drawn wagon, and picked her up, setting her in the back, and making his way home. Their father, Kershaw, was very pleased that he had finally found her, but was frustrated when he noticed the slightly burned flesh around her neck.Â
"You should no better than to do that to her Mortine. She will be your wife soon enough, I hope you don't treat her so roughtly." He grunted, tying her up and carrying her down the stairs of one of their many cellars. He set her on a straw bed and kissed her gently on the forehead. "I'm glad she's home...finally we can rebuild our family. The Troys will reclaim their fame and fortune for being one of the strongest bloodlines in Lalafell history." He smiled at Mort, and walked past him, up and out of the cellar. Mortine felt a small tinge of something, and he hated it. He had no reason to feel guilty for anything. She'd had her fun...and her 'freedom' but now she owed it to her family to become his bride, and once they had a child...hopefully a boy, they could finally change the fate of the family. The Calamity had destroyed all of her sisters, her mother as well. All that was left was Mortine, Kershaw, and Bortun...her brother in law.Â
He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard her begin to wake, and slowly he made his way up the steps of the cellar. She finally woke and when she did he looked at her and calmly said "Welcome home." before shutting the cellar doors and locking them with chains. She would eventually break...and then he would make her his bride. Until then, she would rot in the cellar. Yet the guilt still gnawed at him, and a few minutes later he had written a letter and sent it to the Moogle.
Dear Moogle Residents,
Do not bother going to Coerthas, to find her, for I have already retrieved her and brought her home. Thank you for all cooperation. I look forward to seeing you all again soon.
Mortine.
