***WARNING MATURE CONTENT, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED***
((Work in Progress for a story arc. Will possibly involve USH and some members of CLAN. Please PM me for additional details))
Prologue
She ran, Gods she ran like she had never run before. The forest behind her sounded as if it was collapsing, trees shaking violently as birds flew from their nest. She had no time to stop and gawk or even think, she ran. It paid well to be a contact for Pyralis, hells it paid the bills and put her kids into a great school. The downside was...well...it was fucking dangerous. This massive Roe was chasing her and gave no hints of tiring or that he even needed air to breath behind all that massive plate. She didn't understand how something so massive and heavy could move as gracefully as a Miqo'te and as dangerous as a dragon.
An axe flew over her head and the tree burst into thousands of splinters. If that hit her...keep running, keep fucking running.
The shaking stopped and the trees stopped swaying. Finally had lost him. She hid behind a tree clutching her knees to her chest. Pyralis better pay her triple for this. She looked up and saw seven different men in robes standing over a cliff looking at her. She froze, they didn't look friendly, Gods they never were. She placed a hand to get lip and they nodded. Friendly, thank the Twelve. The Tower was already behind her...how? One swing of an axe and the tree was chopped in half. She crawled away in a panic. Begging the Gods or elements for help. The men in robes chanted and she froze in place unable to move. The Tower chuckled behind the mask and she heard the sounds of armor loosening. A disgusting deep voice spoke, "My turn."
((Work in Progress for a story arc. Will possibly involve USH and some members of CLAN. Please PM me for additional details))
Prologue
She ran, Gods she ran like she had never run before. The forest behind her sounded as if it was collapsing, trees shaking violently as birds flew from their nest. She had no time to stop and gawk or even think, she ran. It paid well to be a contact for Pyralis, hells it paid the bills and put her kids into a great school. The downside was...well...it was fucking dangerous. This massive Roe was chasing her and gave no hints of tiring or that he even needed air to breath behind all that massive plate. She didn't understand how something so massive and heavy could move as gracefully as a Miqo'te and as dangerous as a dragon.
An axe flew over her head and the tree burst into thousands of splinters. If that hit her...keep running, keep fucking running.
The shaking stopped and the trees stopped swaying. Finally had lost him. She hid behind a tree clutching her knees to her chest. Pyralis better pay her triple for this. She looked up and saw seven different men in robes standing over a cliff looking at her. She froze, they didn't look friendly, Gods they never were. She placed a hand to get lip and they nodded. Friendly, thank the Twelve. The Tower was already behind her...how? One swing of an axe and the tree was chopped in half. She crawled away in a panic. Begging the Gods or elements for help. The men in robes chanted and she froze in place unable to move. The Tower chuckled behind the mask and she heard the sounds of armor loosening. A disgusting deep voice spoke, "My turn."
FFXIV Characters:
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
