Kurt opened the doors to his room in the Mizzenmast inn, courtesy of Baderon after he had helped solve a few problems around La Noscea. Before that he had taken to sleeping on whatever space was available to him which was usually around the lower docks of Limsa Lominsa. It wasn't a house of his own but at least he had a roof to stay under whenever the rain decided to pour on him.Â
It was considerably late into the night when he returned to his room. Which was why there was no barking to greet him, his puppy, Apple, had already fallen asleep on the bed, no doubt waiting for him to return. Though it would be later still before he would retire for the night and after the day's recent incident perhaps it would be prudent to take a break. It was a miracle he had even survived the day.Â
He withdrew from his satchel a small, worn book. The pages were all blank. It was a good bargain he had gotten while perusing the markets of Uldah after a particularly nasty contract in the Copperbell Mines. Though what mattered was at the end of the day, him and the three others he had fought with were still in one piece. He set the book on the solitary desk in his room and then proceeded to the Armoire to change. His axe was stowed alongside a spear, a sword and a shield.
No longer feeling the weight of his armor and sporting a green kurta, Kurt returned to the desk and sat down, staring at the book. Tonight, he would finally start chronicling his journey since the moment he stepped off that boat in Limsa Lominsa. It was a task he had put off largely due to the lack of material to write on. He wasted no time writing the events that had transpired in the weeks that have passed. His mother said that keeping track of events in his life would be useful later on as well as help him improve his writing ability.Â
It has been weeks since I have stepped off that boat. That beautifully cobbled together piece of wood that had outrun pirates. Weeks since the time I was encouraged by my own mother to become an adventurer like her. I had no idea what I was doing back then, just following everyone else's instruction. Go here, pick that up, put that over there, kneel before this pirate captain in an establishment ominously called The Missing Member which had a disturbing lack of male patrons.
I promised myself never to set foot in that establishment again, I had only done so since Baderon said it might help me get my name around Limsa Lominsa. He did say that there are people out there that might need my help and that I should help them.
You'd think that running around a city several times would help me memorize the layout of it, but I will admit that even now I still find myself lost in Limsa Lominsa. At the very least, I know my way to the Marauder's Guild, the Bismarck and the Drowning Wench without turning into a dark alley that had pirates in them. Those were the days, I never want to revisit them ever again.Â
Up until now I wonder where this whole adventuring business would take me. First it was Limsa Lominsa, then it was Red Rooster Stead, then Summerford, then Aleport, then suddenly I'm granted permission to use airships to travel to Uldah and Gridania. I think I owe much of my mobility to Baderon, he had uses for me and thought that he might send me to his counterparts in Thanalan and the Shroud. I wonder where the next stop would be.Â
The gil is good here as well though I've heard tell that being a mercenary is better. There was just one flaw in that plan. I don't think I'm good enough to join a mercenary outfit and I'm deathly shy, I probably wouldn't survive the glare of a merc captain. If I was given a choice between a pack of Coeurls or entering the Quicksand for no good reason, I would choose the former. My knees just buckle at the sheer amount of people who frequent that place and I'm almost always just hearing their stories, wishing I had equally interesting ones to share.Â
As for prominent people, I guess Baderon would be the first on the list. He runs the Drowning Wench and has a lot of contacts in a lot of places in Eorzea it seems. He's the one giving me contracts to work on, usually I'm alone in those but sometimes I'm with other registered adventurers. I try to savor those short "sometimes," which probably means I need more friends.Â
Still despite my prominent fear of talking to people, I still managed to stare down Ifrit not a few hours ago. Yes. The Ifrit. I was with three other adventurers and I'm not ashamed to admit that they carried me to victory. But that so called primal paled in comparison with a rather frightening encounter with an arcanist robed in blue with an intimidating red tome.
I did what I had to do and that was to stop the arcanist from turning Apple into something she's not. Then it hit me that she might also turn me into something I'm not. Thankfully, she was amiable enough but still despised Apple for some reason. Her name was Adeya and it was apparent that she was jumpy around dogs. Must be a miqote thing, I've seen coeurls and mongrels fight and in some small way miqotes were probably related to coeurls, if the tail and ears weren't any indicator. In any case she had was working for the Arcanist's Guild, and I had to stop her from launching into a deep discussion about geometries. I was not mentally prepared that time and I don't think I will be.Â
It never occurred to me how hard it must be to be a marauder. Anyone could hold and swing an axe but it takes a marauder to use that axe to split a boulder and still chop down a tree. That was what they did to test me. I had to split open boulders and then split open a nest of megalocrabs. Their shells were tougher than the boulders but I had help and again I'm not ashamed that I was carried to victory. Now I get contracts from both Baderon and the Marauder's Guild.Â
I'm sitting on a pile of gil thanks to those two but it is hardly enough for a house on the Mist. Oh how I dream of one day living there and then gloat to my mother that I live by the sea and have a big house of my own. Though she would probably just laugh at me and say that life is still better at East La Noscea and that there are no shortages of things to practice her skills on and that she also has a garden blooming with gil making fruits. One day, I'll find a be all, end all solution.Â
On the cooking and fishing end, I'm not having much luck with either. I had met someone named Avis who commented that some place called the Drydocks probably wasn't a good spot to fish and I would have to agree with her on that. The fish I find in the docks weren't anything special but I suppose its in how you cook it. Speaking of cooking, I am grateful at least that I haven't died yet sampling my own dishes. Nymeia knows my dishes aren't ready for the public.Â
What I think I need to do on is to swallow my fear and brave the Quicksand. But that's too terrifying so I'll just pray to Nymeia to guide someone out there to me or the other way around. That I'd be plunged into something that was bigger than me, like my own other before me. Though that is only wishful thinking in the end.Â
So I finish the first entry.
Kurt stopped writing, content with the content of his first entry on his own journal. He had left the pages open to let the ink dry properly. He could regularly chronicle his journey now or at least whenever he had access to his room in the Mizzenmast Inn. This book would stay in this room along with Apple. He would not bring them to Uldah or Gridania, they were safer here and he knew Baderon more than he did Momodi or Miounne, though both were reliable as well.
He sat back on his chair and stretched his sore body then got up to transfer to the bed, he did get hit a few times in the fight but the armor plating held, perhaps it was due for repairs and he could do that on the morrow. It was probably another long day on the morrow but small attempts that are repeated would yield big results. It was his optimism speaking and conveniently disregarding the fact that he had only 18,000 gil as opposed to the millions he'd require to purchase and maintain a home, if there was even a lot available for purchase.Â
Pushing the thoughts out of his head, he finally succumbed to his heavy eyelids. Tomorrow would be a long day for someone else, he felt the need for a long break in adventuring tomorrow.
It was considerably late into the night when he returned to his room. Which was why there was no barking to greet him, his puppy, Apple, had already fallen asleep on the bed, no doubt waiting for him to return. Though it would be later still before he would retire for the night and after the day's recent incident perhaps it would be prudent to take a break. It was a miracle he had even survived the day.Â
He withdrew from his satchel a small, worn book. The pages were all blank. It was a good bargain he had gotten while perusing the markets of Uldah after a particularly nasty contract in the Copperbell Mines. Though what mattered was at the end of the day, him and the three others he had fought with were still in one piece. He set the book on the solitary desk in his room and then proceeded to the Armoire to change. His axe was stowed alongside a spear, a sword and a shield.
No longer feeling the weight of his armor and sporting a green kurta, Kurt returned to the desk and sat down, staring at the book. Tonight, he would finally start chronicling his journey since the moment he stepped off that boat in Limsa Lominsa. It was a task he had put off largely due to the lack of material to write on. He wasted no time writing the events that had transpired in the weeks that have passed. His mother said that keeping track of events in his life would be useful later on as well as help him improve his writing ability.Â
It has been weeks since I have stepped off that boat. That beautifully cobbled together piece of wood that had outrun pirates. Weeks since the time I was encouraged by my own mother to become an adventurer like her. I had no idea what I was doing back then, just following everyone else's instruction. Go here, pick that up, put that over there, kneel before this pirate captain in an establishment ominously called The Missing Member which had a disturbing lack of male patrons.
I promised myself never to set foot in that establishment again, I had only done so since Baderon said it might help me get my name around Limsa Lominsa. He did say that there are people out there that might need my help and that I should help them.
You'd think that running around a city several times would help me memorize the layout of it, but I will admit that even now I still find myself lost in Limsa Lominsa. At the very least, I know my way to the Marauder's Guild, the Bismarck and the Drowning Wench without turning into a dark alley that had pirates in them. Those were the days, I never want to revisit them ever again.Â
Up until now I wonder where this whole adventuring business would take me. First it was Limsa Lominsa, then it was Red Rooster Stead, then Summerford, then Aleport, then suddenly I'm granted permission to use airships to travel to Uldah and Gridania. I think I owe much of my mobility to Baderon, he had uses for me and thought that he might send me to his counterparts in Thanalan and the Shroud. I wonder where the next stop would be.Â
The gil is good here as well though I've heard tell that being a mercenary is better. There was just one flaw in that plan. I don't think I'm good enough to join a mercenary outfit and I'm deathly shy, I probably wouldn't survive the glare of a merc captain. If I was given a choice between a pack of Coeurls or entering the Quicksand for no good reason, I would choose the former. My knees just buckle at the sheer amount of people who frequent that place and I'm almost always just hearing their stories, wishing I had equally interesting ones to share.Â
As for prominent people, I guess Baderon would be the first on the list. He runs the Drowning Wench and has a lot of contacts in a lot of places in Eorzea it seems. He's the one giving me contracts to work on, usually I'm alone in those but sometimes I'm with other registered adventurers. I try to savor those short "sometimes," which probably means I need more friends.Â
Still despite my prominent fear of talking to people, I still managed to stare down Ifrit not a few hours ago. Yes. The Ifrit. I was with three other adventurers and I'm not ashamed to admit that they carried me to victory. But that so called primal paled in comparison with a rather frightening encounter with an arcanist robed in blue with an intimidating red tome.
I did what I had to do and that was to stop the arcanist from turning Apple into something she's not. Then it hit me that she might also turn me into something I'm not. Thankfully, she was amiable enough but still despised Apple for some reason. Her name was Adeya and it was apparent that she was jumpy around dogs. Must be a miqote thing, I've seen coeurls and mongrels fight and in some small way miqotes were probably related to coeurls, if the tail and ears weren't any indicator. In any case she had was working for the Arcanist's Guild, and I had to stop her from launching into a deep discussion about geometries. I was not mentally prepared that time and I don't think I will be.Â
It never occurred to me how hard it must be to be a marauder. Anyone could hold and swing an axe but it takes a marauder to use that axe to split a boulder and still chop down a tree. That was what they did to test me. I had to split open boulders and then split open a nest of megalocrabs. Their shells were tougher than the boulders but I had help and again I'm not ashamed that I was carried to victory. Now I get contracts from both Baderon and the Marauder's Guild.Â
I'm sitting on a pile of gil thanks to those two but it is hardly enough for a house on the Mist. Oh how I dream of one day living there and then gloat to my mother that I live by the sea and have a big house of my own. Though she would probably just laugh at me and say that life is still better at East La Noscea and that there are no shortages of things to practice her skills on and that she also has a garden blooming with gil making fruits. One day, I'll find a be all, end all solution.Â
On the cooking and fishing end, I'm not having much luck with either. I had met someone named Avis who commented that some place called the Drydocks probably wasn't a good spot to fish and I would have to agree with her on that. The fish I find in the docks weren't anything special but I suppose its in how you cook it. Speaking of cooking, I am grateful at least that I haven't died yet sampling my own dishes. Nymeia knows my dishes aren't ready for the public.Â
What I think I need to do on is to swallow my fear and brave the Quicksand. But that's too terrifying so I'll just pray to Nymeia to guide someone out there to me or the other way around. That I'd be plunged into something that was bigger than me, like my own other before me. Though that is only wishful thinking in the end.Â
So I finish the first entry.
Kurt stopped writing, content with the content of his first entry on his own journal. He had left the pages open to let the ink dry properly. He could regularly chronicle his journey now or at least whenever he had access to his room in the Mizzenmast Inn. This book would stay in this room along with Apple. He would not bring them to Uldah or Gridania, they were safer here and he knew Baderon more than he did Momodi or Miounne, though both were reliable as well.
He sat back on his chair and stretched his sore body then got up to transfer to the bed, he did get hit a few times in the fight but the armor plating held, perhaps it was due for repairs and he could do that on the morrow. It was probably another long day on the morrow but small attempts that are repeated would yield big results. It was his optimism speaking and conveniently disregarding the fact that he had only 18,000 gil as opposed to the millions he'd require to purchase and maintain a home, if there was even a lot available for purchase.Â
Pushing the thoughts out of his head, he finally succumbed to his heavy eyelids. Tomorrow would be a long day for someone else, he felt the need for a long break in adventuring tomorrow.
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