Lazulle listened attentively, nodding along with Ampere's words and watching his face as he told his story, sipping her own drink periodically. At the tale's completion, she _______. "It was not too long at all," she reassured him. "An interesting twist at the end, to be sure. I would be interested to hear what the thaumaturge did after that... but I suppose it is my turn."
"I fear my adventures of late would make the most basic of stories, not nearly as interesting as an ageless thaumaturge." She smiled at the Duskwight man. "However, in my youthful days I read much on the lore of Eorzea, Ul'dahn lore especially. Perhaps not a common tavern story, but I hope you both can look past that." She cleared her throat, eyes glazing slightly as she looked past them both to a time long gone.
"Generations upon generations ago, the Sultan of Ul'dah lead this city-state in a time of wealth an prosperity. The Great Beast of the South sought the wealth the Sultanate, and his minions captured the Sultan's only daughter as ransom.
"The Sultan despaired, as the Beast was known to have slaughtered even the greatest of heroes. Despite this, two of his Sultansworn offered to retrieve the Sultan's daughter. Having no other hope, he agreed.
"The two paladins carved through hundreds of vile creatures to reach the Great Beast, never faltering in their goal. They entered the Caves of No Return boldly, confident in themselves and their mission.Deeper and deeper they went, until they came upon the lair of the Beast." She was deep in her story now, seeming to forget she sat in a ramshackle tavern with two strangers.
"A mane matted in blood surrounded a beastly grin and glowing eyes. He stood yalms upon yalms over the two paladins, his hulking muscles twitching with need for bloodshed. The beast raised one clawed hand and spoke unto the two intruders, 'Fools of Ul'dah, I must thank you. I have hungered for the blood of heroes for many a moon, and your stupidity shall feed me well.' He laughed a terrible laugh, one that shook the cave with its might..."
She broke to take a long drink, a strange look in her eye. Once the mug was drained, she set it down and returned to the tale. "With righteous blades the two Sultansworn fought an arduous battle, knowing that their deaths would mean the death of Ul'dah. The first blinded the beast with two motions, the other plunged his sword deep into the chest of the beast. With a cry that could crack the heavens, the beast was slain.
"The two found the princess unharmed, and returned her to Ul'dah. Such was the end of The Great Beast of the South," she concluded, staring into the distance another moment before coming back to the present with a small jolt.
"That was one of my favorite stories, if it was not obvious already. Elle, feel no obligation to share, but if you wished, pictures sometimes tell the best stories. Else, Ampere and I can fill the time this man sleeps with one thing or another." She said, shamelessly volunteering Ampere to talk more.
((I went a little overboard, whoops. Sorry this is late, had to move today and things have been hectic))
"I fear my adventures of late would make the most basic of stories, not nearly as interesting as an ageless thaumaturge." She smiled at the Duskwight man. "However, in my youthful days I read much on the lore of Eorzea, Ul'dahn lore especially. Perhaps not a common tavern story, but I hope you both can look past that." She cleared her throat, eyes glazing slightly as she looked past them both to a time long gone.
"Generations upon generations ago, the Sultan of Ul'dah lead this city-state in a time of wealth an prosperity. The Great Beast of the South sought the wealth the Sultanate, and his minions captured the Sultan's only daughter as ransom.
"The Sultan despaired, as the Beast was known to have slaughtered even the greatest of heroes. Despite this, two of his Sultansworn offered to retrieve the Sultan's daughter. Having no other hope, he agreed.
"The two paladins carved through hundreds of vile creatures to reach the Great Beast, never faltering in their goal. They entered the Caves of No Return boldly, confident in themselves and their mission.Deeper and deeper they went, until they came upon the lair of the Beast." She was deep in her story now, seeming to forget she sat in a ramshackle tavern with two strangers.
"A mane matted in blood surrounded a beastly grin and glowing eyes. He stood yalms upon yalms over the two paladins, his hulking muscles twitching with need for bloodshed. The beast raised one clawed hand and spoke unto the two intruders, 'Fools of Ul'dah, I must thank you. I have hungered for the blood of heroes for many a moon, and your stupidity shall feed me well.' He laughed a terrible laugh, one that shook the cave with its might..."
She broke to take a long drink, a strange look in her eye. Once the mug was drained, she set it down and returned to the tale. "With righteous blades the two Sultansworn fought an arduous battle, knowing that their deaths would mean the death of Ul'dah. The first blinded the beast with two motions, the other plunged his sword deep into the chest of the beast. With a cry that could crack the heavens, the beast was slain.
"The two found the princess unharmed, and returned her to Ul'dah. Such was the end of The Great Beast of the South," she concluded, staring into the distance another moment before coming back to the present with a small jolt.
"That was one of my favorite stories, if it was not obvious already. Elle, feel no obligation to share, but if you wished, pictures sometimes tell the best stories. Else, Ampere and I can fill the time this man sleeps with one thing or another." She said, shamelessly volunteering Ampere to talk more.
((I went a little overboard, whoops. Sorry this is late, had to move today and things have been hectic))
