Kurt returned to his quarters in the Mizzenmast well into the night once more. He had spent two days in Uldah and another in Gridania, carrying his sword, his axe and his spear with him. As usual, Apple was already fast asleep on the bed. He walked over to the armoire in his room and stowed all his equipment away.Â
Certain that everything was securely in place, he turned his attention to the book on his desk. It was time for another entry into this chronicle.Â
I had honestly thought I would get some much needed rest the day after I fought Ifrit with the other adventurers that hailed from the three city states. Instead he found myself unable to cope with inaction and soon donned my armor and grabbed my axe and asked Baderon if there was any work nearby for me to tackle and get some more gil in my pocket. He pointed me to the Moraby Drydocks. I had only been there once to help the Yellowjackets repel a pirate raid, therefore I was still unfamiliar with the surroundings.Â
As an added incentive, Baderon had also told me that if I could complete enough levequests he might be able to persuade a certain member of the Maelstrom to give me a permit for a chocobo. That was the original plan. Instead after, defeating an exceptionally large mongrel the locals called "Padfoot," I had run into a Roegadyn warrior that fought with the measured ferocity of a predator sitting on top of the food chain. He called himself Gentle Sun, which probably meant that he wasn't the kind of Roegadyn in Limsa where all of them had hard to pronounce names.Â
In any case, he seemed like an amiable enough fellow who launched me into a discussion about marauders, warriors and why my notion of warrior was only partly correct. It seemed that true "Warriors" were trained in a Volcano somewhere. Though the name of said volcano escapes me, I know it was someone's spine. I'm almost sure of it. In any case, it is in that volcano where people like Gentle Sun were taught to unleash their inner spirit animal and watch it tear into their enemies. This Gentle Sun became a Not So Gentle Sun when he began to showcase his power against a group of kobolds near Red Rooster Stead.Â
Of course prior to that, I had to help him find his lost chocobo since he had accidentally scared it off while responding to my challenge that I could probably outrun his chocobo. We ended up searching far and wide for his chocobo only to find it hiding on one of the ships in the Drydocks. Though how we couldn't spot a chocobo that was exceptionally large was beyond me. Its leg was just as tall as I was. In any case, he had told me to ride with him to Red Rooster Stead. Some small part of me screamed no, but the rest of my body decided to hop on anyway, swayed by fatigue.Â
After he had showed me his capabilities, he had asked if I was interested in the outfit he was working with. They guarded things and got payed a lot. It only meant that he was a mercenary or something like it. I told him that I wanted to get stronger first. I really do, he was a goal to reach. If could channel my inner beast and let myself loose without downing friend or foe alike then I am sure I would be ready to join the ranks of his company. They were called Kindred or so Gentle Sun had mentioned. We parted ways and soon I found myself in Uldah, on my way to Copperbell Mines.Â
The miners needed someone to go and clear the place of monsters again. I and a few adventurers, who I assume were Uldahn locals proceeded to clear the mines again. It was hard, backbreaking work but the pay was nice. My mind did wander over to Gentle Sun's offer the day prior. What if I could get a large pay raise if I could prove myself to the Kindred. Maybe then I get to buy that house and no longer be a burden to the Mizzenmast. I am sure they have one less room to give to weary travelers which means one less room generating income, but I have to take the blessings as they come to me.
Of course, I had only finished my contract at Copperbell and decided to stay in Uldah for a while, sample the drinks in the Quicksand. It felt like a good idea, up until a very tall Elezen began accusing me of not saying hello to someone named Chou. I insisted that I was just an adventurer taking a much needed break. She insisted that I was a pirate and that I still need to say hello to this Chou person. In the end, it was all just misunderstanding because the Elezen had poor eyesight and mistook me as this Chou's father. I find it strange that even though I have no woman in my heart nor have I been intimate with one nor even look old enough to have a child of my own, I'm still accused of having a child.Â
Well a misunderstanding was a misunderstanding. Of course, seeing an opportunity present itself, I offered to help the Elezen and their company look for this mystery man of theirs in exchange for a sum of gil. This Chou person and her companions looked loaded with gil if their fine clothes were any indicator. The Chou person in question was a Hyur girl and they said her father had this Nanka with him. Apparently a Nanka likes to mate with anything that moves so it should be easy to bait out in the open and hopefully its owner comes to get it.Â
Chou and her company were very strange people though. They all looked like they loved Steamy Garlean Fiction. I do not even want to know what that is and one of them accused me for owning a Giant Lust Hammer. I don't even fight with hammers. I don't even want to know what a lust hammer is. And it all started because I was trying to look less harmless because they said I looked dangerous with an axe strapped to my back or a sword strapped to my waist. I ended up walking out of my Hourglass room with a paddle strapped to my side. It was a mistake that spawned an entirely different line of conversation between all of us. One that lead to the Steamy Garlean Fiction. Something about men loving men if the Elezen's words were anything to go by.Â
The important part was that I got hired to do the job and would only get paid if I had any information about their mystery man. I'm going to have to thank my mother that she beat the sense of an honest person in me. Chou had also hired another Elezen who somehow got into the conversation. Went by the name Ludiveen, not Ludivine. I got corrected after calling her divine. I still don't know why I said that but I'll leave it as is.Â
After I was hired, informally, I retired for the night to catch an airship to Gridania where I trained to become a lancer. I felt that I needed to have more reach than my axe could offer me. The trials of the Lancers' Guild were much easier compared to the Marauders' Guild. For one I did not need to split rocks. Though I had to adjust to the weapon in my hands, it was a foreign thing. Fighting with a spear was hard if one did not know how to effectively use it. I am one of those who cannot effectively use it for now, but I am training to be better.Â
I thought that I might also extend help to Miounne while I trained to be a better lancer. She had pointed me in the direction of the North Shroud. There was nothing different about it, I just had to hunt a different stock of wild animals and contend with Ixali every now and then. There was this man who had probably made it his life's work to harass the Lancers' Guild. He had even gone as far as tampering with my training and moved the stone of courage to a place filled with voidsent.
He probably thought I had never faced voidsent before. I may have been terrified once but that was before I realized they could be cleaved in two. In any case I had received lectures from both that Elezen man, whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember and Ywain, the Guildmaster on courage. Except that I already learned courage while I was being tested as a Marauder. One does not simply stand his ground against a large pack of wolves.Â
In the hopes that I would avoid any more of those Quicksand episodes I decided to utilize a ticket this man named, Jandelaine, had given me for helping him acquire a new set of tools for his job. They were extensions of his soul or so he said. In any case he was an aesthetician. I needed one to give me a new look and hopefully not look like someone else's father. I hope that no one would view me that way again, I have highlights and everything in my hair now.
Kurt finished the entry of his journal, finally lacking any other events of note to record and retired for the night.
Certain that everything was securely in place, he turned his attention to the book on his desk. It was time for another entry into this chronicle.Â
I had honestly thought I would get some much needed rest the day after I fought Ifrit with the other adventurers that hailed from the three city states. Instead he found myself unable to cope with inaction and soon donned my armor and grabbed my axe and asked Baderon if there was any work nearby for me to tackle and get some more gil in my pocket. He pointed me to the Moraby Drydocks. I had only been there once to help the Yellowjackets repel a pirate raid, therefore I was still unfamiliar with the surroundings.Â
As an added incentive, Baderon had also told me that if I could complete enough levequests he might be able to persuade a certain member of the Maelstrom to give me a permit for a chocobo. That was the original plan. Instead after, defeating an exceptionally large mongrel the locals called "Padfoot," I had run into a Roegadyn warrior that fought with the measured ferocity of a predator sitting on top of the food chain. He called himself Gentle Sun, which probably meant that he wasn't the kind of Roegadyn in Limsa where all of them had hard to pronounce names.Â
In any case, he seemed like an amiable enough fellow who launched me into a discussion about marauders, warriors and why my notion of warrior was only partly correct. It seemed that true "Warriors" were trained in a Volcano somewhere. Though the name of said volcano escapes me, I know it was someone's spine. I'm almost sure of it. In any case, it is in that volcano where people like Gentle Sun were taught to unleash their inner spirit animal and watch it tear into their enemies. This Gentle Sun became a Not So Gentle Sun when he began to showcase his power against a group of kobolds near Red Rooster Stead.Â
Of course prior to that, I had to help him find his lost chocobo since he had accidentally scared it off while responding to my challenge that I could probably outrun his chocobo. We ended up searching far and wide for his chocobo only to find it hiding on one of the ships in the Drydocks. Though how we couldn't spot a chocobo that was exceptionally large was beyond me. Its leg was just as tall as I was. In any case, he had told me to ride with him to Red Rooster Stead. Some small part of me screamed no, but the rest of my body decided to hop on anyway, swayed by fatigue.Â
After he had showed me his capabilities, he had asked if I was interested in the outfit he was working with. They guarded things and got payed a lot. It only meant that he was a mercenary or something like it. I told him that I wanted to get stronger first. I really do, he was a goal to reach. If could channel my inner beast and let myself loose without downing friend or foe alike then I am sure I would be ready to join the ranks of his company. They were called Kindred or so Gentle Sun had mentioned. We parted ways and soon I found myself in Uldah, on my way to Copperbell Mines.Â
The miners needed someone to go and clear the place of monsters again. I and a few adventurers, who I assume were Uldahn locals proceeded to clear the mines again. It was hard, backbreaking work but the pay was nice. My mind did wander over to Gentle Sun's offer the day prior. What if I could get a large pay raise if I could prove myself to the Kindred. Maybe then I get to buy that house and no longer be a burden to the Mizzenmast. I am sure they have one less room to give to weary travelers which means one less room generating income, but I have to take the blessings as they come to me.
Of course, I had only finished my contract at Copperbell and decided to stay in Uldah for a while, sample the drinks in the Quicksand. It felt like a good idea, up until a very tall Elezen began accusing me of not saying hello to someone named Chou. I insisted that I was just an adventurer taking a much needed break. She insisted that I was a pirate and that I still need to say hello to this Chou person. In the end, it was all just misunderstanding because the Elezen had poor eyesight and mistook me as this Chou's father. I find it strange that even though I have no woman in my heart nor have I been intimate with one nor even look old enough to have a child of my own, I'm still accused of having a child.Â
Well a misunderstanding was a misunderstanding. Of course, seeing an opportunity present itself, I offered to help the Elezen and their company look for this mystery man of theirs in exchange for a sum of gil. This Chou person and her companions looked loaded with gil if their fine clothes were any indicator. The Chou person in question was a Hyur girl and they said her father had this Nanka with him. Apparently a Nanka likes to mate with anything that moves so it should be easy to bait out in the open and hopefully its owner comes to get it.Â
Chou and her company were very strange people though. They all looked like they loved Steamy Garlean Fiction. I do not even want to know what that is and one of them accused me for owning a Giant Lust Hammer. I don't even fight with hammers. I don't even want to know what a lust hammer is. And it all started because I was trying to look less harmless because they said I looked dangerous with an axe strapped to my back or a sword strapped to my waist. I ended up walking out of my Hourglass room with a paddle strapped to my side. It was a mistake that spawned an entirely different line of conversation between all of us. One that lead to the Steamy Garlean Fiction. Something about men loving men if the Elezen's words were anything to go by.Â
The important part was that I got hired to do the job and would only get paid if I had any information about their mystery man. I'm going to have to thank my mother that she beat the sense of an honest person in me. Chou had also hired another Elezen who somehow got into the conversation. Went by the name Ludiveen, not Ludivine. I got corrected after calling her divine. I still don't know why I said that but I'll leave it as is.Â
After I was hired, informally, I retired for the night to catch an airship to Gridania where I trained to become a lancer. I felt that I needed to have more reach than my axe could offer me. The trials of the Lancers' Guild were much easier compared to the Marauders' Guild. For one I did not need to split rocks. Though I had to adjust to the weapon in my hands, it was a foreign thing. Fighting with a spear was hard if one did not know how to effectively use it. I am one of those who cannot effectively use it for now, but I am training to be better.Â
I thought that I might also extend help to Miounne while I trained to be a better lancer. She had pointed me in the direction of the North Shroud. There was nothing different about it, I just had to hunt a different stock of wild animals and contend with Ixali every now and then. There was this man who had probably made it his life's work to harass the Lancers' Guild. He had even gone as far as tampering with my training and moved the stone of courage to a place filled with voidsent.
He probably thought I had never faced voidsent before. I may have been terrified once but that was before I realized they could be cleaved in two. In any case I had received lectures from both that Elezen man, whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember and Ywain, the Guildmaster on courage. Except that I already learned courage while I was being tested as a Marauder. One does not simply stand his ground against a large pack of wolves.Â
In the hopes that I would avoid any more of those Quicksand episodes I decided to utilize a ticket this man named, Jandelaine, had given me for helping him acquire a new set of tools for his job. They were extensions of his soul or so he said. In any case he was an aesthetician. I needed one to give me a new look and hopefully not look like someone else's father. I hope that no one would view me that way again, I have highlights and everything in my hair now.
Kurt finished the entry of his journal, finally lacking any other events of note to record and retired for the night.
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