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**Unnamed Mercenary** · **08-07-2014, 02:45 PM**

It's a double-post, technically, but with the promise of more content!

Here'sÂ Part 3

Warren Castille · **08-08-2014, 08:12 AM**

Franz

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Oscare:

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**Unnamed Mercenary** · **08-08-2014, 11:12 AM**

(08-08-2014, 08:12 AM)Warren Castille Wrote: Franz

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Disclosure: I'm not sure what parts of the memory are foggy or lost entirely, so this might be off-character. Also, I keep getting the name wrong but Franz is how I'm used to it so fuck your H's!

Franz laid his head down and tried to let go of the day. It had been one of those trying ones where all he'd wanted to do was keep to himself and have some peace and quiet but like all things in his life, it was never to be that easy. His breakfast had been interrupted by cannon fire and his lunch delayed by a brigand, and he'd never gotten to dinner seeing as how when he returned to their - his - place in the Goblet there was a swarm of Flames and Sworn still trying to figure out how such heavy ordinance had been allowed to collect in one place.

He'd immediately detoured away when he identified the authorities. Part habit, part common sense, Franz didn't see a point in risking detection when there was no need. He'd made off on the more off-beaten paths the Goblet had to offer, touring the high rises that offered a view of Thanalan. The sun was setting off on the horizon, slipping gradually behind the mountains and Franz paused a moment to take it in. It was not Garlemald, and in his heart he felt nothing could ever compare to the sweeping vistas his homeland had to offer, but it was something to behold nonetheless.

The Garlean recounted his steps as his mind drifted off to sleep, his last conscious thoughts being a silent prayer to nobody that he not be woken up by explosions. Once he had drifted, however, he was welcomed back by the loving arms and faces of those most important to him. He wouldn't remember them when the bubble of sleep burst, but for a brief moment in the realm of slumber, a man could dream.

Another great clip as always.

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Oscare · **09-15-2014, 04:10 PM**

I'm back, kiddos. And I have another challenge.

That's right. This time? It's CLASS/JOB SWAPPING TIME.

So we all kind of sort of use a class and-slash-or job that we base our characters with, yeah? Like Oscare is a mix of many non-magical classes, but not any jobs (with the exception of WAR). What if your character never became that chosen classes/jobs, and went for something else, possibly completely different?

This idea kind of struck me when I got SMN to 50. So my purposal is simple this time. Choose your character, change their jobs/classes, and write a short story about it!

I'll post mine when I has compoooter acezz

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **09-15-2014, 04:14 PM**

Oh, this has already been happing-ishÂ ICly as well. Franz has mostly starting using tomes and more arcanist-style magic as opposed to his trusty axe. (He could never give it up though)

...I'll post a little ACN-ish story here when possible.

Berrod Armstrong · **09-15-2014, 04:15 PM**

Scholar Berrod story inc.

Roen · **09-15-2014, 04:25 PM**

$%&(%$&%*^

I am still working on the first project!!! (Zhavi took a hiatus so I was procrastinating...)

I suppose I can eventually post in the What If thread on the Boards.

*mutter*

Warren Castille · **09-15-2014, 04:43 PM**

Mm mm mm. I suppose I can put some thought into this. Did you want Alt-universe sort of stuff, or reasonably-IC-for-some-reason kind of stuff?

Who am I kidding I'm a slut for this stuff and I'll do both

B'ren Lyrgh · **09-15-2014, 07:01 PM**

BLM B'ren on the way!

Verad · **09-16-2014, 02:03 AM**

I am intrigued but have a problem: I only play BRD on a strictly OOC level, and the rest of it just provides Verad's own bombast.

Let's say PLD for funsies.

Oscare · **09-17-2014, 05:59 PM**

HERE IT GOES
HAVE MY SHIT WRITING

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SMN OSCARE YAYWestern La Noscea; ravaged lands, stripped of its natural beauty due to several
factors, most namely is the Calamity. A silence swept the completely dark skies, a looming sense of dread swept over the robed, dark toned man. His traditional summonerâ€™s attire â€“ a dark green robe, accompanied by hot pink gloves and thigh high leather boots and topped off by a dark red horn band on his forehead â€“ bellowed and followed the wind blowing against him. He steps onto the beach, opening his book and pen and studying the land and ocean before him.Â
â€œThe Lost City of Nym..â€ Oscare mutters, frowning. He studies the plateaus and cliffs above him, tormented tides in front of him. Coeurls rushed to shelter around him the dark night, completely disregarding the man who flipped through pages in his book. A short and quick stroke of his pens drew a large dragon, cut into pieces by a machine. â€œMmmmâ€¦ The Imperials of the past, battling against the primal â€“ the only one at the time â€“ yeah? Itâ€™s ironic, an Imperial summoner like I to be here, right now, doing what must be done.â€ He mutters to himself. Â He continues to scribble and sketch, the darkness consuming him ever so slowly. â€œBut what must be done; must be done.â€ A small aether circle develops under the man.Â
Oscare raises a hand, the aether circle slowly oozes aether out slowly, as the book starts glowing. His hand comes back down the book, as he starts to chant some more. The air around him started to twist and meld around the hand carrying the book, causing the pages to frantically turn. â€œBy the winds that torment the lands with their sharp whispers, I cease thee to stop and listen to my commands! Your harsh winds shall not rip and tear the greens that struggle to grow and the relaxed waters that tide in and out! No more shall you bring the clouds of gray, but instead carry them away and repel the evil that looms in this land!â€ Oscareâ€™s main hand bursts with wind elemented energy, causing the book to lift ever so slightly.
His offhand was only slightly higher than where the book was, snapping. â€œOh lightnings above, you will not stomp on the poor woods and animals that dwell this ecosystem; you shall not punish the poor roots that try to find the sunshine they desperately seek for beyond the soil that nurtures them, Ramuhâ€™s words did not admit this to you, and it my duty to rip this sin you are bringing from you!â€ His finger nails burst with lightning, cancelling out the wind energy from his main hand and keeping the book in place midair.Â
Oscare grunts, wind and lightning crystals slowly gather around the man. He focuses on his left leg for the time being, ignoring the coursing aether all throughout his hands and arms alone. â€œFlames below in the seven hells, thou that has brought to us all that we hate, and taken away those that we have loved, you shall come back and this time, take away what we hate most. The serene beauty of this world can be both burned and boiled, but also melded and recycled; Ifrit bids you to serve, and now you shall serve me and bring back what rightfully is ours!â€ Oscareâ€™s entire left leg burns up, consumed in flames. The aether circle starts growing, and crystals keep piling up on Oscare.Â
Oscare didnâ€™t seem to care that his entire LEFT LEG WAS ON FIRE. Instead, he continued with his chants and spell. â€œIce all around our world, you provide us the chill on humid days, but provide the harshest climates on humanity in the north. Come to me and put out the flames in our hearts, and in the core of the world around us.â€ Oscare entire right leg freezes this time, but the fire melts it right off, pooling into a large circle of water that further expands the aether circle below him, which starts flowing out at an extremely rapid pace and escaping skywards. Ice and fire crystals joined the ever joining crystals surrounding Oscare, which started making a building like structure around him.Â
Next, Oscare forces aether to collect within his upper body and chest. The earth around begins to shift and shake, quaking. Oscare loses his balance lightly, both out of pain and decrease of focus. Nonetheless, he recovers and continues the chanting, causing the earth more unease. "Ground we stand on, hear me out -- grant us your ever lasting platform, bless the dirt and gems in your shelter, keep the animals hugging you warm and close -- and of course to bring upon us a place to rest and lay our head every night..." The earth finally evens out, at peace. The darkness grew, practically making Oscare invisible if it weren't for all the elements flowing around and within him.
The book turns pages faster than the eyes can see, creating practically an optical illusion at this point. The massive amount of aether floods the area around Oscare, no longer just 'flowing'. Speaking of optical illusion, a vision of a snake slithers up through Oscare's body and strangle his neck, disappearing into water. "And at last, the water. Whirlpools and hurricanes -- tsunamis and waves -- destructive yet peaceful, you confound us all. You provide the basic need of life, you grow the very nature we see every day, and the world is nothing without you. You make up all things -- kiss the earth for our green green grass, fuse with the sky to make the horizon in which the moon and sun sets upon..."
Lightning, wind. Earth, water. Fire, ice. All six elements, and millions upon MILLIONS of clusters, shards, and crystals gather upon the man, who raised the lightning-element hand. "Now, harken upon to me, six elements! I am your avatar! Your master! And your hero! Arise and cast not calamity, but hope!"
"Tetra-Disaster!"
The world becomes completely dark for a brief moment. The aether was just... absent. Had he failed?Â
Not in the slightest.
A plethora of colors appeared from the book, rocketing all over the place. Greens, blues, reds, violet and gray, orange and pink, more colors than you could possibly imagine. The darkness fades quickly, and the world magically gets their own colors, enough to confuse the eyes and blind the non-blind for a short moment. Once the summoner's eyes recovered, before him laid a one-in-a-lifetime landscape. The sun's rays were virtually visible, the winds carrying a relaxing soft whisper. Throughout the sunshine, small droplets of rain kissed the land and ocean, creating reflective ripples in the glistening water. The grass danced below him, enjoying the rain. It all lasted for maybe a minute or two, but felt like a decade. The summoner raised his offhand, the entire place stops. The sun shines throughout while the grass enjoyed a short reprive. A wonderful rainbow is painted across the sky, and the animals around slowly appeared. Again, Oscare's presence was apparently invisible to the rest of life.

Oscare turns around, walking away. "Life goes on, the crystals abound. The elements fall to my command, and I shall use their power to restore the world. The scars of the Calamity is great, and it is our responsibility to set it back into place. I am no white mage, I am no scholar..." Oscare closes the book and sticks it to his satchel. "-- I, Oscare Iono, am a summoner."

Warren Castille · **10-17-2014, 01:44 PM**

Bumping because writer's block only gets removed on way, and that's by writing.

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Oscare · **12-23-2014, 05:34 PM**

It's writing time kiddos.

And I have an interesting prompt.

In an alternative reality to FFXIV, your Â character has a child. How is this child like? What does s/he look like? Are they combat proficient? Are they a medic? How old are they?Â

You can use any setting since it's an AU. So the child could be 17 in a post apocalyptic setting, or just born in an era of peace. Go crazy!

Coatleque · **12-24-2014, 11:45 AM**

Challenge Accepted.
Today we look at what may have happend had Coatleque not kept Spahro's little present before the Starlight Ball...

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The dark-haired and young Miqo'te stood across from the woman in her office with arms folded. The two of them locked eyes, glaring fiercely. She finally took a pad and quill to write down a few notes and handing it back over the desk. "Oh, and one more thing. This is the name and address of an alchemist I know. We don't need any mistakes running around."

"GET OUT!" the woman screamed from across the desk as she snatched the paper from the girl. Spahro Llorn quickly turned and made her escape. Coatleque sat back down with a huff and stared at the note for a minute before pocketing it and going back to her reports. forcefully crumbling it up and dropping it in her waste bin.

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The palace was teeming with activity today. The court just outside the Heart of the Sworn in particular drew its own crowd as the new Captain would be inaugurated today. Family, friends, fellow and former members of the Order stood along the sides of the court. One woman in particular stood out near the steps. Adorned in a long and flowing dress that symbolized her station, her flaming red hair had long since turned to a darker auburn that now gave way to generous amounts of grey.

Her eyes did not leave the young man in uniform who now stood in the center of the court, tall and proud. His jet-black hair only accentuating the same wolfish yellow eyes she knew from a lifetime ago. Though he never new his father, he looked just like the man. The day she had delivered the news was the last she had seen of him herself. And though it was a great pain at the time, she felt a twinge of vindication now at this moment in knowing the man's son had become the complete opposite of him.

She had sacrificed everything for him, including her career, in order to seize Jameson's assets when the man had never returned. A long and arduous battle against the City State to secure her son's future. One that had left a few monetarists reeling in the end. But it was finally agreed that the boy was the soul and rightful heir to the estate and for a few years at least, she could raise him in peace.

A hush fell over the crowd as the now Grandmaster Straightblade addressed those present. It was the usual speech about justice, duty, and honor that was made to every Captain. One she had heard at least three times before now. And while some others in attendance grew bored and perhaps began to nod off, Coatleque only beamed with pride at the man being addressed.

"And so finally, it is with great honor that I name Johnathan Taeros Captain of her Majesty's Sultansworn. Go now, and may you lead with the dignity that befits your name."

Oscare · **12-24-2014, 11:55 AM**

Fuck trying to get the spoiler tag to work. Still can't figure out that thing.

So I did it on a doc.

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