MAY 2017
Reminisce Sometime
[19:13]Syranelle Ironleaf: Our story begins with a goobbue, but not just any goobbue, mind you. Â This one had a name and his name was "The Moss". Â Â How he became known by that was anyone's guess, but his claim to true fame was that he was the erstwhile side-kick of Special Pomvestigator Mogshu, a world-renown moogle detective. Â As it happens, The Moss was on his way to visit Mogshu at his office, but he found the door unlocked and the room in untidy disarray, which was very unlike Mogshu. Â >>
[19:16]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Moss searched high and low through Mogshu's office, likely making an even bigger mess of the mess that was already there. Â Papers flew every which way, filing cabinets were opened and emptied, desk drawers were pulled out and upended. Â Nowhere! Â Nowhere was Mogshu to be found. Â What was a goobbue to do now? Â He sat in the middle of Mogshu's office, pondering this, and it was during this pondering that a Woods Wailer came walking in. Â "Ah, good evening," he said, staring.
[19:16]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Moss searched high and low through Mogshu's office, likely making an even bigger mess of the mess that was already there. Â Papers flew every which way, filing cabinets were opened and emptied, desk drawers were pulled out and upended. Â Nowhere! Â Nowhere was Mogshu to be found. Â What was a goobbue to do now? Â He sat in the middle of Mogshu's office, pondering this, and it was during this pondering that a Woods Wailer came walking in. Â "Ah, good evening," he said, staring.
[19:18]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Moss only stared back, he was just a goobbue after all. Â The Wailer shuffled for a moment before daring to approach a bit closer. Â "I was looking for Special Pomvestigator Mogshu, I was told I could find him here." Â The man looked around the room and its shambles with no small concern. Â "I... I don't suppose he's here...?" Â The Moss shrugged. Â He certainly had no idea.
[19:22]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Wailer sighed, running a hand through his hair. Â "Well, I guess I'll come back later." Â The Moss nodded and the man left. Â This allowed the Moss to resume his ponderous pondering. Â Where could Mogshu have gone? Â And why was his office a mess? Â This was very unusual. Â The Moss did his best to put things back in order, but he was still just a goobbue and his spindly little arms could only do so much when his large frame continued to knock other things over in the process.
[19:24]Syranelle Ironleaf: Under a pile of paperwork, The Moss came across a curious object, certainly not something he'd ever recalled seeing in Mogshu's office before. Â It was a wand! Â Could it be... but no... The Pomwitch had been apprehended weeks ago! Â There was no possible way she could have escaped to cause more mayhem... Or was there?
[19:28]Ellisorielle Black: The Moss titls his head and studies the wand. The little Moogle in his brain runs in his wheel. He takes the small pieces of wood between his fingers and shows it to the Wailer. THe Wailer frowns." Hmm...it is strange that the Great Moshu would have a wand, maybe he was trying to scratch his back with it?" He inquires while the gobbue shakes his head from the strange comment. Something was  strange, someone or something had search in the office before them.
[19:31]Ellisorielle Black: The Moss exits the office, with the only clue he has from the office, Â the young wailer behind him. "Maybe someone saw him, Mister Gobbue." The Moss nods and glances around the office, wondering if one of the other persons would have seen his friend. Â He walks toward another house and knocks on the roof, the door opening to a small lalafell, who seems to be still asleep. "WHO dare wake me up, at this hour...you will...." He blinks and smiles at the Gobbue. "Hello...Sir...What a nice day!"
[19:34]Syranelle Ironleaf: Up, up, and up some more the lalafell stared at the goobbue. Â The Moss looked down at the tiny occupant before grunting and looking over at the Wailer as the young man accompanied him. Â "Ah, good day to you, neighbor!" Â The young man said. Â "I was wondering if you heard aught amiss earlier this evening, likely from the house next door?" Â The lalafell gave it some thought, still giving The Moss the side-eye. Â "N-no... not that I can think of... or, well... there /was/ some strange cackling."
[19:36]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Cackling, you say?" The Wailer pressed. Â "Yes," the lalafel replied. Â "It reminded me of my grandmother." Â The diminutive man gave a shudder. Â "It was terrible. Â After that, there was a lot of ruckus, like a room was getting ransacked. Â I heard voices, but couldn't catch what was said." Â The Wailer nodded his thanks, motioning thoughtfully to The Moss as they departed. Â "So, it sounds like something untoward happened! Â Let's ask the other neighbor."
[19:41]Ellisorielle Black: The Moss nods and stumbles with grace toward the second house. He smacks the roof again and glares toward the door, hearing a ruckus coming from the house. An old huyr woman peeks through the door. "Yeees!" She inquires, while looking at the young man with his strange friend. "Can you ask your tall friend not to hit my house, please?" The Wailer nods and looks at The Moss for a short instant before smiling at the strangely calm woman. "Oh sure Milady, can I ask you a question?" She frowns
[19:44]Ellisorielle Black: and nods."Sure..." The young man inquires if she would have heard anything strange in the area. The old woman chuckles." Other than your big friend trying to make a hole in my roof, I would said not really..." She stops and glances inside her house for brief moment, a cold glare hiding her gentle eyes for a brief moment. "Well..the little punk of Moshu did made more ruckus in the last few days, he had a big party, with a lot of noise and people! I almost ask Mister Vovori to go warn the guard
[19:47]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Hm, a party, you say?" Â The Wailer said, brows furrowing. Â "Could it be that nothing amiss really transpired?" Â He departed again with The Moss to confer about what they'd learned. Â The Wailer paced back and forth as he spoke his thoughts aloud. Â "So, there's been a ruckus, but according to one neighbor it was a party. Â Yet, we saw no evidence of that fact in Mogshu's office. Â No party streamers, no confetti, no sign of food nor drink. Â I'm disinclined to believe it was a party, don't you?"
[19:48]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Moss, like a good goobbue, could only nod and agree. Â "I'm given to suspect that there is still some foul play at work here, though our only lead is still the wand we found among his papers. Â Perhaps, then, we might take that wand to the Conjurer's Guild and see if the could tell us aught about whom it might belong to."
[19:53]Blake Forester: "The wand." The woman said. "Do you happen to have this wand on you?" The tall fellow pulled the wand out, holding it up. "Yes. This is the wand. The only evidence we have that isn't circumstantial." The woman smiled, "Yes...good." And then snatched the wand out of the man's hand and made for a mad dash across the field! Despite her age and need for daily medication she could sprint a mile faster than any authortiy figure could blink. The man, having the wand snatched from his hand in the-
[19:55]Blake Forester: heat of the moment, could only stare at his empty palm, agast at the sudden loss of his evidence. "Without that how will we ever discover the truth!?" The woman kept running. Â She lept over fences, dodged past merchants, and was almost home free when suddenly she found a shield to her face. Who...Who could have stopped her in her tracks? It couldn't have been the investigator. No... Someone else had come to their aid. It was...Lord Aymeric!"
[20:00]Ellisorielle Black: It was Lord Aymeric...human size doll, with a shield and nothing else on him. The old woman blinks while a scream pierces her eardrum. "MY UNIQUE RARE ONE OF KIND AMEYRIC DOLL!" A young man glares at the old woman who were now sitting on the pool of mud, the wand no where to be find. The Moss and the Wailer arrived  at the scene a few second laters. Before they could say anything, the young artist stare at the wailer." Please arrest that hag, for obstruction and almost destruction
[20:03]Ellisorielle Black: of a piece of art! I payed a lot of gil for it to be made." He inspects the doll, making sure that all the "pieces" were at their place. Â The Moss blinks while the Wailer moves near the old woman. "Where his the wand! Why did you try to steal it? Who are you? What have you done to Moshu?" The old woman, still a bit stun by the shock of the impact, blinks and glances around.
[20:03]Ellisorielle Black: of a piece of art! I payed a lot of gil for it to be made." He inspects the doll, making sure that all the "pieces" were at their place. Â The Moss blinks while the Wailer moves near the old woman. "Where his the wand! Why did you try to steal it? Who are you? What have you done to Moshu?" The old woman, still a bit stun by the shock of the impact, blinks and glances around.
[20:09]Shizuka Shimazu: The old woman grunts in pain before screaming, "NOW!" The Aymeric doll opened up to reveal an angry, mustashio'd lalafell! And then The Moss ripped off his costume, and he was ALSO an angry, mustachio'd lalafell! Three of them, stacked on each others' shoulders and wearing a costume! The old woman began to cackle as her lalafellin horde closed in on the Wailer and the artist. "You think you can uncover the truth?" she snarled. "You can't handle the truth!" The Wailer searched for the wand-
[20:10]Shizuka Shimazu: -but it clutched in the grubby palm of a lalafell minion. He despaired, for it seemed the conclusion to the mystery would forever elude him... until the REAL Moss rose from the ground like a great Goobbue savior! He lifted the Wailer in his strong Goobbue arms and began to make his escape.
[20:15]Aislinn Melpomene: "After them!" The old woman croaked. She lifted the wand. Her lallafellan minions quickly took after the two. As the old woman began to cast, the magic of the glamour prism faded - it was the Pomwitch! The earth opened beneath the Moss and the Wailer to slow their escape. However, what slowed the pair also slowed her minions, and they began to trip and tumble over each other. "Get out of my way!" "No, you get out of my way!" Before long, both mustashio'd lalafells were instead at each -
[20:17]Aislinn Melpomene: - other's throat's instead. "Can you do nothing with success?!" The Pomwitch screamed. She spun her wand, and dark lightning clouds began to form overhead, crackling with lightning. "I will teach you, and your pathetic Mogshu to try to arrest me! I am the great Pomwitch! No mortal cell can hold *me*!!" She raised her cudgel to the clouds above to bring lightning down upon the not-so-intrepid heroes, when she was tackled from behind!
[20:21]Blake Forester: That tackle came from none other than the wood wailers friend from Ul'dah....THE BRASS BLADE! Â The Wood Wailer sobbed. "It has been so long friend. I knew someday you would come for me!" The pom-witch cast the Brass Blade off, turning to point the wand at her new opponent when suddenly, from above a Yellow Jacket swings in from above on a vine, knocking the wand out of her hand! The Yellow Jacket and the Brass Blade quickly collect next to the Wood Wailer and stare the witch down. "Perhaps
[20:22]Blake Forester: it is time we fight together...ONCE MORE!" As the mustachio'd trio gathered to their senses they would find themselves confronted not by a single wood wailer and his beast friend but...THE GRAND CITY STATE TRIO!"
[20:26]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Grand City-State Trio arrayed themselves between the Pomwitch and her victims, "Wherever evil strikes..." said the Wailer. Â "Wherever the threat of Doom arises..." said the Brass Blade. "We will be there to punish the wicked!" the Yellow Jacket concluded. Â "Prepare yourself, villain!" they said in unison. Â "For your time has come! Â City-state Alliance Barrier!" Â The three of them linked their arms together, creating an impenetrable barrier of their righteous forms.
[20:29]Syranelle Ironleaf: "You can't stop me!" the Pomwitch cackled. Â "My minions will go right through your 'barrier'!" Â Sure enough, the little mustachioed lalafell were small enough to go right between the Grand City-State Trio's legs, unhindered by their linked arms. Â "Well... dammit!" the Brass Blade bellowed. Â "That's cheating!" Â Right as the lalafels thought they'd get through, however, The Moss let out a monstrous sneeze, blowing them back out in front of the Trio.
[20:33]Shizuka Shimazu: The lalafells grunted as they hit the ground, tumbling like tiny stones lost in the tide. "We have to do it," one groaned. "It's our only chance." The Pomwitch waved her arm and cackled with glee as her minions began to glow and change. "How will you handle this, heroes?! MAKE MY MINIONS.... GROW!" The witch continued to laugh as her minions morphed and stretched into a colossal seven-ilm tall monstrosity! It had the head of a lalafell, the body of a roegadyn, and mustache of a god.
[20:35]Shizuka Shimazu: The Grand City-State Trio shared looks. "It's been so long, old friend," the Blade said solemnly. "Are you prepared to fight our last battle?" The Wailer nodded, and looked to the Yellow Jacket. The Yellow Jacket hesitated for a brief moment before saying, "I'm two days away from retirement." The Wailer laughed. "That's nothing, friend! What's the worst that could happen?"
[20:40]Aislinn Melpomene: No sooner did he speak but did the monster of exceedingly high proportions attack! It reached out and swiped at the trio. Their Grand City Barrier was little match for the brute force behind the attack. The three skidded back several fulms. The wailer jumped forward, sharpened spear down as he aimed for the beast's eyes... but the mustache! It reached out and grabbed the wailer, wrapping him in its odorous hairs. "Ahhh! Get me down from here!" He called out. The Blade and Jacket glanced -
[20:43]Aislinn Melpomene: - at each other with wide eyes. What were they to do?! The blade ran forward, sword and shield at the ready to slice, and so he did, and his blade struck true. The Yellow Jacket aimed a musket for the face, and his bullets flew towards the beast's eyes. However, a third attack came, but from an unexpected source! "MY AYMERIC DOLL!!" Screeched the artist as he lunged for the Pomwitch with a tool-sharpening blade.
[20:47]Blake Forester: Artists are by their nature violent and deadly. This one was no different. He plunged the blade into the heart of the pom-witch. The wind howled as the witch died. And for 20 years there was peace. On the twentieth anniversary of the battle the wood wailer, the brass blade, the yellow jacket, and the giant lalafell all gathered at the Canopy to drink and talk about the battle that made them all friends. And for the Brass Blade and the Giant monster, lovers. "It has been some time hasn't-
[20:48]Blake Forester: it." Said the wood wailer. Now retired, twice. "It certainly has." Said the Yellow Jacket, now having a gun arm and wheels for legs. "How about it? One more big adventure for the road" "SCREEEEEEEAWWWWWW SCREEEEEEAWWWWWWWW" agreed the giant monster.
[20:52]Syranelle Ironleaf: "You know, what happened to that Moogle you were looking for that day, Wailey?" Blade asked as they drank. Â "Oh," said the Wailer, "He returned not long after. Â He'd simply gone grocery shopping. Â The mess in his office was from the Pomwitch making a mess of it when she found out he wasn't home." Â The three of them took a drink. Â "Oh, well... that's anti-climactic." Â The Brass Blade sighed. Â "But, I guess not every life can be filled with adventure like ours!"
[20:54]Syranelle Ironleaf: And so, the Grand City-State Trio concluded their reunion meet-up, going back to their normal, every day lives. Â After years of being the heroes Eorzea needed, it was a fine time to be alive and simply enjoy life. Â A lesson we might all learn a little bit from.
Reminisce Sometime
[19:13]Syranelle Ironleaf: Our story begins with a goobbue, but not just any goobbue, mind you. Â This one had a name and his name was "The Moss". Â Â How he became known by that was anyone's guess, but his claim to true fame was that he was the erstwhile side-kick of Special Pomvestigator Mogshu, a world-renown moogle detective. Â As it happens, The Moss was on his way to visit Mogshu at his office, but he found the door unlocked and the room in untidy disarray, which was very unlike Mogshu. Â >>
[19:16]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Moss searched high and low through Mogshu's office, likely making an even bigger mess of the mess that was already there. Â Papers flew every which way, filing cabinets were opened and emptied, desk drawers were pulled out and upended. Â Nowhere! Â Nowhere was Mogshu to be found. Â What was a goobbue to do now? Â He sat in the middle of Mogshu's office, pondering this, and it was during this pondering that a Woods Wailer came walking in. Â "Ah, good evening," he said, staring.
[19:16]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Moss searched high and low through Mogshu's office, likely making an even bigger mess of the mess that was already there. Â Papers flew every which way, filing cabinets were opened and emptied, desk drawers were pulled out and upended. Â Nowhere! Â Nowhere was Mogshu to be found. Â What was a goobbue to do now? Â He sat in the middle of Mogshu's office, pondering this, and it was during this pondering that a Woods Wailer came walking in. Â "Ah, good evening," he said, staring.
[19:18]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Moss only stared back, he was just a goobbue after all. Â The Wailer shuffled for a moment before daring to approach a bit closer. Â "I was looking for Special Pomvestigator Mogshu, I was told I could find him here." Â The man looked around the room and its shambles with no small concern. Â "I... I don't suppose he's here...?" Â The Moss shrugged. Â He certainly had no idea.
[19:22]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Wailer sighed, running a hand through his hair. Â "Well, I guess I'll come back later." Â The Moss nodded and the man left. Â This allowed the Moss to resume his ponderous pondering. Â Where could Mogshu have gone? Â And why was his office a mess? Â This was very unusual. Â The Moss did his best to put things back in order, but he was still just a goobbue and his spindly little arms could only do so much when his large frame continued to knock other things over in the process.
[19:24]Syranelle Ironleaf: Under a pile of paperwork, The Moss came across a curious object, certainly not something he'd ever recalled seeing in Mogshu's office before. Â It was a wand! Â Could it be... but no... The Pomwitch had been apprehended weeks ago! Â There was no possible way she could have escaped to cause more mayhem... Or was there?
[19:28]Ellisorielle Black: The Moss titls his head and studies the wand. The little Moogle in his brain runs in his wheel. He takes the small pieces of wood between his fingers and shows it to the Wailer. THe Wailer frowns." Hmm...it is strange that the Great Moshu would have a wand, maybe he was trying to scratch his back with it?" He inquires while the gobbue shakes his head from the strange comment. Something was  strange, someone or something had search in the office before them.
[19:31]Ellisorielle Black: The Moss exits the office, with the only clue he has from the office, Â the young wailer behind him. "Maybe someone saw him, Mister Gobbue." The Moss nods and glances around the office, wondering if one of the other persons would have seen his friend. Â He walks toward another house and knocks on the roof, the door opening to a small lalafell, who seems to be still asleep. "WHO dare wake me up, at this hour...you will...." He blinks and smiles at the Gobbue. "Hello...Sir...What a nice day!"
[19:34]Syranelle Ironleaf: Up, up, and up some more the lalafell stared at the goobbue. Â The Moss looked down at the tiny occupant before grunting and looking over at the Wailer as the young man accompanied him. Â "Ah, good day to you, neighbor!" Â The young man said. Â "I was wondering if you heard aught amiss earlier this evening, likely from the house next door?" Â The lalafell gave it some thought, still giving The Moss the side-eye. Â "N-no... not that I can think of... or, well... there /was/ some strange cackling."
[19:36]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Cackling, you say?" The Wailer pressed. Â "Yes," the lalafel replied. Â "It reminded me of my grandmother." Â The diminutive man gave a shudder. Â "It was terrible. Â After that, there was a lot of ruckus, like a room was getting ransacked. Â I heard voices, but couldn't catch what was said." Â The Wailer nodded his thanks, motioning thoughtfully to The Moss as they departed. Â "So, it sounds like something untoward happened! Â Let's ask the other neighbor."
[19:41]Ellisorielle Black: The Moss nods and stumbles with grace toward the second house. He smacks the roof again and glares toward the door, hearing a ruckus coming from the house. An old huyr woman peeks through the door. "Yeees!" She inquires, while looking at the young man with his strange friend. "Can you ask your tall friend not to hit my house, please?" The Wailer nods and looks at The Moss for a short instant before smiling at the strangely calm woman. "Oh sure Milady, can I ask you a question?" She frowns
[19:44]Ellisorielle Black: and nods."Sure..." The young man inquires if she would have heard anything strange in the area. The old woman chuckles." Other than your big friend trying to make a hole in my roof, I would said not really..." She stops and glances inside her house for brief moment, a cold glare hiding her gentle eyes for a brief moment. "Well..the little punk of Moshu did made more ruckus in the last few days, he had a big party, with a lot of noise and people! I almost ask Mister Vovori to go warn the guard
[19:47]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Hm, a party, you say?" Â The Wailer said, brows furrowing. Â "Could it be that nothing amiss really transpired?" Â He departed again with The Moss to confer about what they'd learned. Â The Wailer paced back and forth as he spoke his thoughts aloud. Â "So, there's been a ruckus, but according to one neighbor it was a party. Â Yet, we saw no evidence of that fact in Mogshu's office. Â No party streamers, no confetti, no sign of food nor drink. Â I'm disinclined to believe it was a party, don't you?"
[19:48]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Moss, like a good goobbue, could only nod and agree. Â "I'm given to suspect that there is still some foul play at work here, though our only lead is still the wand we found among his papers. Â Perhaps, then, we might take that wand to the Conjurer's Guild and see if the could tell us aught about whom it might belong to."
[19:53]Blake Forester: "The wand." The woman said. "Do you happen to have this wand on you?" The tall fellow pulled the wand out, holding it up. "Yes. This is the wand. The only evidence we have that isn't circumstantial." The woman smiled, "Yes...good." And then snatched the wand out of the man's hand and made for a mad dash across the field! Despite her age and need for daily medication she could sprint a mile faster than any authortiy figure could blink. The man, having the wand snatched from his hand in the-
[19:55]Blake Forester: heat of the moment, could only stare at his empty palm, agast at the sudden loss of his evidence. "Without that how will we ever discover the truth!?" The woman kept running. Â She lept over fences, dodged past merchants, and was almost home free when suddenly she found a shield to her face. Who...Who could have stopped her in her tracks? It couldn't have been the investigator. No... Someone else had come to their aid. It was...Lord Aymeric!"
[20:00]Ellisorielle Black: It was Lord Aymeric...human size doll, with a shield and nothing else on him. The old woman blinks while a scream pierces her eardrum. "MY UNIQUE RARE ONE OF KIND AMEYRIC DOLL!" A young man glares at the old woman who were now sitting on the pool of mud, the wand no where to be find. The Moss and the Wailer arrived  at the scene a few second laters. Before they could say anything, the young artist stare at the wailer." Please arrest that hag, for obstruction and almost destruction
[20:03]Ellisorielle Black: of a piece of art! I payed a lot of gil for it to be made." He inspects the doll, making sure that all the "pieces" were at their place. Â The Moss blinks while the Wailer moves near the old woman. "Where his the wand! Why did you try to steal it? Who are you? What have you done to Moshu?" The old woman, still a bit stun by the shock of the impact, blinks and glances around.
[20:03]Ellisorielle Black: of a piece of art! I payed a lot of gil for it to be made." He inspects the doll, making sure that all the "pieces" were at their place. Â The Moss blinks while the Wailer moves near the old woman. "Where his the wand! Why did you try to steal it? Who are you? What have you done to Moshu?" The old woman, still a bit stun by the shock of the impact, blinks and glances around.
[20:09]Shizuka Shimazu: The old woman grunts in pain before screaming, "NOW!" The Aymeric doll opened up to reveal an angry, mustashio'd lalafell! And then The Moss ripped off his costume, and he was ALSO an angry, mustachio'd lalafell! Three of them, stacked on each others' shoulders and wearing a costume! The old woman began to cackle as her lalafellin horde closed in on the Wailer and the artist. "You think you can uncover the truth?" she snarled. "You can't handle the truth!" The Wailer searched for the wand-
[20:10]Shizuka Shimazu: -but it clutched in the grubby palm of a lalafell minion. He despaired, for it seemed the conclusion to the mystery would forever elude him... until the REAL Moss rose from the ground like a great Goobbue savior! He lifted the Wailer in his strong Goobbue arms and began to make his escape.
[20:15]Aislinn Melpomene: "After them!" The old woman croaked. She lifted the wand. Her lallafellan minions quickly took after the two. As the old woman began to cast, the magic of the glamour prism faded - it was the Pomwitch! The earth opened beneath the Moss and the Wailer to slow their escape. However, what slowed the pair also slowed her minions, and they began to trip and tumble over each other. "Get out of my way!" "No, you get out of my way!" Before long, both mustashio'd lalafells were instead at each -
[20:17]Aislinn Melpomene: - other's throat's instead. "Can you do nothing with success?!" The Pomwitch screamed. She spun her wand, and dark lightning clouds began to form overhead, crackling with lightning. "I will teach you, and your pathetic Mogshu to try to arrest me! I am the great Pomwitch! No mortal cell can hold *me*!!" She raised her cudgel to the clouds above to bring lightning down upon the not-so-intrepid heroes, when she was tackled from behind!
[20:21]Blake Forester: That tackle came from none other than the wood wailers friend from Ul'dah....THE BRASS BLADE! Â The Wood Wailer sobbed. "It has been so long friend. I knew someday you would come for me!" The pom-witch cast the Brass Blade off, turning to point the wand at her new opponent when suddenly, from above a Yellow Jacket swings in from above on a vine, knocking the wand out of her hand! The Yellow Jacket and the Brass Blade quickly collect next to the Wood Wailer and stare the witch down. "Perhaps
[20:22]Blake Forester: it is time we fight together...ONCE MORE!" As the mustachio'd trio gathered to their senses they would find themselves confronted not by a single wood wailer and his beast friend but...THE GRAND CITY STATE TRIO!"
[20:26]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Grand City-State Trio arrayed themselves between the Pomwitch and her victims, "Wherever evil strikes..." said the Wailer. Â "Wherever the threat of Doom arises..." said the Brass Blade. "We will be there to punish the wicked!" the Yellow Jacket concluded. Â "Prepare yourself, villain!" they said in unison. Â "For your time has come! Â City-state Alliance Barrier!" Â The three of them linked their arms together, creating an impenetrable barrier of their righteous forms.
[20:29]Syranelle Ironleaf: "You can't stop me!" the Pomwitch cackled. Â "My minions will go right through your 'barrier'!" Â Sure enough, the little mustachioed lalafell were small enough to go right between the Grand City-State Trio's legs, unhindered by their linked arms. Â "Well... dammit!" the Brass Blade bellowed. Â "That's cheating!" Â Right as the lalafels thought they'd get through, however, The Moss let out a monstrous sneeze, blowing them back out in front of the Trio.
[20:33]Shizuka Shimazu: The lalafells grunted as they hit the ground, tumbling like tiny stones lost in the tide. "We have to do it," one groaned. "It's our only chance." The Pomwitch waved her arm and cackled with glee as her minions began to glow and change. "How will you handle this, heroes?! MAKE MY MINIONS.... GROW!" The witch continued to laugh as her minions morphed and stretched into a colossal seven-ilm tall monstrosity! It had the head of a lalafell, the body of a roegadyn, and mustache of a god.
[20:35]Shizuka Shimazu: The Grand City-State Trio shared looks. "It's been so long, old friend," the Blade said solemnly. "Are you prepared to fight our last battle?" The Wailer nodded, and looked to the Yellow Jacket. The Yellow Jacket hesitated for a brief moment before saying, "I'm two days away from retirement." The Wailer laughed. "That's nothing, friend! What's the worst that could happen?"
[20:40]Aislinn Melpomene: No sooner did he speak but did the monster of exceedingly high proportions attack! It reached out and swiped at the trio. Their Grand City Barrier was little match for the brute force behind the attack. The three skidded back several fulms. The wailer jumped forward, sharpened spear down as he aimed for the beast's eyes... but the mustache! It reached out and grabbed the wailer, wrapping him in its odorous hairs. "Ahhh! Get me down from here!" He called out. The Blade and Jacket glanced -
[20:43]Aislinn Melpomene: - at each other with wide eyes. What were they to do?! The blade ran forward, sword and shield at the ready to slice, and so he did, and his blade struck true. The Yellow Jacket aimed a musket for the face, and his bullets flew towards the beast's eyes. However, a third attack came, but from an unexpected source! "MY AYMERIC DOLL!!" Screeched the artist as he lunged for the Pomwitch with a tool-sharpening blade.
[20:47]Blake Forester: Artists are by their nature violent and deadly. This one was no different. He plunged the blade into the heart of the pom-witch. The wind howled as the witch died. And for 20 years there was peace. On the twentieth anniversary of the battle the wood wailer, the brass blade, the yellow jacket, and the giant lalafell all gathered at the Canopy to drink and talk about the battle that made them all friends. And for the Brass Blade and the Giant monster, lovers. "It has been some time hasn't-
[20:48]Blake Forester: it." Said the wood wailer. Now retired, twice. "It certainly has." Said the Yellow Jacket, now having a gun arm and wheels for legs. "How about it? One more big adventure for the road" "SCREEEEEEEAWWWWWW SCREEEEEEAWWWWWWWW" agreed the giant monster.
[20:52]Syranelle Ironleaf: "You know, what happened to that Moogle you were looking for that day, Wailey?" Blade asked as they drank. Â "Oh," said the Wailer, "He returned not long after. Â He'd simply gone grocery shopping. Â The mess in his office was from the Pomwitch making a mess of it when she found out he wasn't home." Â The three of them took a drink. Â "Oh, well... that's anti-climactic." Â The Brass Blade sighed. Â "But, I guess not every life can be filled with adventure like ours!"
[20:54]Syranelle Ironleaf: And so, the Grand City-State Trio concluded their reunion meet-up, going back to their normal, every day lives. Â After years of being the heroes Eorzea needed, it was a fine time to be alive and simply enjoy life. Â A lesson we might all learn a little bit from.