Uruvion, a duskwight Elezen, was stirred from his sleep, like waking from a nightmare, or simply an uneasy feeling. It took a while for the feeling to fade and to regain his thoughts. Looking out of the second story window of the room that he was renting in Limsa, he could see crowds gathering at the gate, though he couldn't see what it was.
He walked over to the chair, where the robe of a white mage had been draped and quickly put it on before heading down to the streets of the port city. His shoulder length silvery blue hair was hanging in his face as he walked towards the crowd. He made a quick detour into the "Coffin and Coffer" for a few drinks before he would go to see what the fuss was all about. This one of of the places that he could safely enter without anyone trying to take his head. He still felt the pull of magical energy, but he was ignoring it for now.
After about an hour, he emerged from the tavern, his breath smelling of whiskey. He was carrying an empty shot glass, which he would periodically take sips of, not realizing that it was empty. He stumbled over to the adventurers message board where people were gathered and noticed the new note that had been posted.
He reached into his satchel and pulled out a notepad and a yellow quill. That chocobo never did forgive him for the time he was drunk and needed a pen to write down a spell, taking the liberty to yank a few feathers from the beast.
As he jotted down what was written on the note, he spoke aloud.
" god... risen, broken chains torment...lovely! Rise brothers and sisters.. time has come. Bahamut.. oohh, nice name! (hic) beckons for us to follow him ...if we follow we will know greatness...I already know greatness, thanks anyway B!, if we follow we will know power, if we follow the world will.... be ours for the taking. Rise and serve the one true god..."
After he finished scribbling the note down, he let slip a belch that would make a Roegadyn sailor proud! His Elezen dignity, at least for this moment, was no where to be found.
He walked over to the chair, where the robe of a white mage had been draped and quickly put it on before heading down to the streets of the port city. His shoulder length silvery blue hair was hanging in his face as he walked towards the crowd. He made a quick detour into the "Coffin and Coffer" for a few drinks before he would go to see what the fuss was all about. This one of of the places that he could safely enter without anyone trying to take his head. He still felt the pull of magical energy, but he was ignoring it for now.
After about an hour, he emerged from the tavern, his breath smelling of whiskey. He was carrying an empty shot glass, which he would periodically take sips of, not realizing that it was empty. He stumbled over to the adventurers message board where people were gathered and noticed the new note that had been posted.
He reached into his satchel and pulled out a notepad and a yellow quill. That chocobo never did forgive him for the time he was drunk and needed a pen to write down a spell, taking the liberty to yank a few feathers from the beast.
As he jotted down what was written on the note, he spoke aloud.
" god... risen, broken chains torment...lovely! Rise brothers and sisters.. time has come. Bahamut.. oohh, nice name! (hic) beckons for us to follow him ...if we follow we will know greatness...I already know greatness, thanks anyway B!, if we follow we will know power, if we follow the world will.... be ours for the taking. Rise and serve the one true god..."
After he finished scribbling the note down, he let slip a belch that would make a Roegadyn sailor proud! His Elezen dignity, at least for this moment, was no where to be found.
