Revered XXXXXXXX,
Ever of late, I have found myself torn by the conflicting desire to know, and know intimately, and the terrible fear of the answers which I must uncover.
Although for a score of years hence, I have wandered Vana'diel as one lost and in longing, within the span of a mere few weeks I found myself at last in front of my heart's desire. It was with Tsiife's power and conviction that I was able to muster this courage, but I am ashamed to admit that, once confronted with what I had long sought, my heart quailed within me. I tasted fear, and then drank it deeply, deeply from the cup.
As you well know, you who have watched countless years turn without cessation, I am not as the others of this world are. I am as you. I am of the ancient peoples, the Zilart, and I am a survivor of the war ten thousand years in antiquity. In that era, I served the one I now know to be the Dawnmaiden, the one who gazed upon the face of the Goddess and worshiped her. When the Kuluu phenomenon emerged, my people made war upon them, and our conflict rent the earth asunder and scorched the sky with mighty arts. Those few of us that survived into this modern era emerged not whole and unspoiled men, but instead shattered and broken remnants of a cursed people. And it was long before my full remembrances returned to me.
However, these past years that I have survived within this Crystal Era, I have been devoured by the quest of my faint reminisces. I recalled with fervor the woman I knew only as the Shining Lady, a woman that I knew was most dear to me, a woman of velvet and satin and holiness so profound that her name seemed too hallowed to speak. Nightly, as well, I have been tormented by the visions of this Lady entering a door. Although Vana'diel lay within the grip of another war that gripped all within its violence, my mind and my heart lay ten thousand years in the past, and I burned with the desire to discover the fate of the Shining Lady, and uncover the mystery of what lay behind that door.
For twenty years, I eschewed the company of man or Zilart, the few that remained, and spent my time in solitude. I traced the rumors of the Celestial Capital and the paths that remained, for Al'Taieu my homeland no longer existed within this Vana'diel. I closed my heart and soul and buried them within themselves, within the past and my tendrils of memory, and allowed no one to approach me. My companions now have labored hard and with much toil to breach that gap that exists between Zilart and the peoples of this era; I fear often that it has for them been a thankless task without reward. Their companionship gave me succor, and I began to realize, or hope, that with time an intimacy could be created between us even without the bridge of the whisper of the soul.
A darkness threatened Tsiife's heart, and together, we vowed to obtain the path to Al'Taieu. Suddenly, fate thrust us forward, and through arts unimaginable and adventures unspeakable, we soon made our way to the Celestial Capital, which is no more. Trembling, we made our way to the innermost sanctums of the Grand Palace of Hu'Xzoi, and there found the unassuming door which had so long haunted my dreams. Great lady, I am sure you remember well its appearance, and can guess how my heart thrilled within me as I halted before it; and yet, at the source of all of my dreams and worries, I found myself unable to at last open the door. Had it not been for the immediacy and peril of my companion, I am sure I would be still hesitating in front of that door, unable to fulfill destiny.
Of what was seen within that room, I cannot speak. I know you greatly desire me to share the secrets of that place, my lady, but I cannot. Know only that what was seen cannot be unseen, and that at last, I found those answers for which I have yearned these past twenty years. And I have forged for myself a peace, albeit a peace of grief.
Now, a new quest awaits me. My eyes have turned from the past and toward the future. I hope to continue to rely upon your assistance and discretion, and the wisdom for which you are so widely renowned.
I remain most cordially yours,
Kre'oss of San d'Oria
Signed this XXth day of the XXth month, CE 905
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Note Book 9 Page 195-196
Almost time for a new note book... Caenir and I have been exploring the past for a few days now. Everything seems rather depressing in these war times. I do hope we don't end up running into past versions of the people we know for fear of messing with the present. I feel strange knowing my parents are still alive in this time. I want to see them again, to be able to talk with them once more, but I know that I can't go looking for them. It's even stranger knowing I don't actually exist yet...
After staying the night in San d'Orian (the bunker floors were drafty so it was rather cold) we decided to go see the condition of Bastok in the past. Pashhow Marshlands was in a lovely state, with all its flowers in bloom and many more trees now than in the present. It hardly seemed like a war was going on at all. Though the marshes were overrun with, (blch!) these hideous slug looking creatures. (Though I am glad that they didn't smell of rotting corpses like the Rafflesia did) Another interesting creature found there was a lizard like monster that reminded me of a picture I saw in a book once of a creature called a Basilisk. Perhaps these lizards are where the legend of that creature was created.
The entrance to Konschtat Highlands was blocked off, so we had to take a new route through an area I have never explored before called Grauberg. Well as with most cases of exploring an area for the first time ever we got lost. There was many a seemingly misplaced monster in this area as Wivre and Hippogryph roamed about. However near to where many Hippogryph were there was a small path leading off. After sneaking past the guardians we found a beautiful glade where the smell of flowers and crystal clear water was ever present along with many Pixie, who floated about watching us curiously. Caenir suggested that we come back to this place sometime and bring our friends. The calm in the area would do everyone some good in relaxing.
Unfortunately, this is where the seemingly easy part of the trip ended. In the process of leaving that glade, one of the Hippogryph spotted us. Thankfully it happened to see me first and let Caenir be. Its talons easily ripped the right side of my Briault and gave me a fairly large gash. I'm very relived that in recent weeks I learned to put monsters into a sleeping state... I'm also thankful that the spell stuck. Caenir and I quickly fled down a small river in hopes of the Hippogryph losing my scent. It worked. And after a quick cure spell to stop the bleeding, (at this point the wound was beginning to burn rather badly) we soon found ourselves in Gustaberg.
The Gustaberg of the past is pleasantly slightly greener than the present day. Even though, as with the other areas, the battle damage was apparent, with large craters and pieces of broken objects laying everywhere. As we got closer to where the city of Bastok was, the pain from the gash in my side was spreading and becoming more and more unpleasant. It hurt so bad it almost felt numb. Caenir was very worried at this point and told me that we should find a doctor when we got to town. I told him that I could take care of it with the right materials, but that didn't calm him down in the least. I suggested we go to the bunkers as I remember there being medical materials in the San d'Orian one. Caenir told me that if the gash became worse that I should get help. I reassured him that I knew who to go to if it did.
The bunkers are very well supplied. I found all the materials needed to properly dress the wound and quicken the healing process. Apparently the Hippogryph that had attacked had a small clump of foliage from a toxic plant on its claw. Which thankfully, it had left a bit of it on the ripped part of my Briault so I was able to figure out what it was. Once the cause was found stopping the toxin from spreading was much easier. The pain at this point is nearly nonexistent and I'm almost done sewing the hole in my Briault shut. I do hope Caenir isn't worrying about me... I also wonder how everyone else is doing? It's been so long since I've seen the others (though Caenir and I did happen to meet up with Ery for a moment the other day). Alberic, Mai, Tsiife, Kreoss, Tripp, Briddy, Desini... I miss them all so much. I hope they are all safe and well...
After staying the night in San d'Orian (the bunker floors were drafty so it was rather cold) we decided to go see the condition of Bastok in the past. Pashhow Marshlands was in a lovely state, with all its flowers in bloom and many more trees now than in the present. It hardly seemed like a war was going on at all. Though the marshes were overrun with, (blch!) these hideous slug looking creatures. (Though I am glad that they didn't smell of rotting corpses like the Rafflesia did) Another interesting creature found there was a lizard like monster that reminded me of a picture I saw in a book once of a creature called a Basilisk. Perhaps these lizards are where the legend of that creature was created.
The entrance to Konschtat Highlands was blocked off, so we had to take a new route through an area I have never explored before called Grauberg. Well as with most cases of exploring an area for the first time ever we got lost. There was many a seemingly misplaced monster in this area as Wivre and Hippogryph roamed about. However near to where many Hippogryph were there was a small path leading off. After sneaking past the guardians we found a beautiful glade where the smell of flowers and crystal clear water was ever present along with many Pixie, who floated about watching us curiously. Caenir suggested that we come back to this place sometime and bring our friends. The calm in the area would do everyone some good in relaxing.
Unfortunately, this is where the seemingly easy part of the trip ended. In the process of leaving that glade, one of the Hippogryph spotted us. Thankfully it happened to see me first and let Caenir be. Its talons easily ripped the right side of my Briault and gave me a fairly large gash. I'm very relived that in recent weeks I learned to put monsters into a sleeping state... I'm also thankful that the spell stuck. Caenir and I quickly fled down a small river in hopes of the Hippogryph losing my scent. It worked. And after a quick cure spell to stop the bleeding, (at this point the wound was beginning to burn rather badly) we soon found ourselves in Gustaberg.
The Gustaberg of the past is pleasantly slightly greener than the present day. Even though, as with the other areas, the battle damage was apparent, with large craters and pieces of broken objects laying everywhere. As we got closer to where the city of Bastok was, the pain from the gash in my side was spreading and becoming more and more unpleasant. It hurt so bad it almost felt numb. Caenir was very worried at this point and told me that we should find a doctor when we got to town. I told him that I could take care of it with the right materials, but that didn't calm him down in the least. I suggested we go to the bunkers as I remember there being medical materials in the San d'Orian one. Caenir told me that if the gash became worse that I should get help. I reassured him that I knew who to go to if it did.
The bunkers are very well supplied. I found all the materials needed to properly dress the wound and quicken the healing process. Apparently the Hippogryph that had attacked had a small clump of foliage from a toxic plant on its claw. Which thankfully, it had left a bit of it on the ripped part of my Briault so I was able to figure out what it was. Once the cause was found stopping the toxin from spreading was much easier. The pain at this point is nearly nonexistent and I'm almost done sewing the hole in my Briault shut. I do hope Caenir isn't worrying about me... I also wonder how everyone else is doing? It's been so long since I've seen the others (though Caenir and I did happen to meet up with Ery for a moment the other day). Alberic, Mai, Tsiife, Kreoss, Tripp, Briddy, Desini... I miss them all so much. I hope they are all safe and well...
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
New to blogs o .o;
Hurray! Just got a new mouse. So no more fighting over the one with my younger sister. I don't really understand blogs too well, but I'll try and post occasionally.
IC posts from Seik will be in... I think this color is aqua?
-= Seik =-
IC posts from Seik will be in... I think this color is aqua?
-= Seik =-
Monday, November 26, 2007
re: Content!
Okay, okay, I'll post some content sometime. I'm not too good with this whole blogging thing though. By the way, hi. I'm Mai Ikari, one of the few members of the Nightblades immune to Altitis. Whether or not that's a good thing remains to be decided.
IC posts from Mai will in red.
~Ikari~
IC posts from Mai will in red.
~Ikari~
I demand content!
Come on, NBs! I need some blog posts from you all--no one wants to read a blog where Alby cracks jokes all day! Give me some content!
~Soli~
~Soli~
Adventures in Parenting!
Dear Journal:
The weirdest thing happened today--yes, even weirder than that time with the coeurl whisker and the naked Elvaan chick in the Hostel in Whitegate. I actually got asked for parenting advice.
I was exploring through the Windurst of 20 years ago, when I came across a screaming Mithran brat bent over a Mithran lady's knee, being soundly beaten. I stopped, rather taken aback yet a little intrigued as well--I mean, really, this isn't something you see every day playing out on the street. The street of twenty years ago, I mean. So maybe it was something you saw every day twenty years ago. I was certainly never beaten by my dad or anything when I was that age. I ran pretty fast, though, when the occasion warranted.
So anyway, after the beating was over, the little kitten was crying, and her mom stalked off all pissed. I followed the mom without really thinking, and next thing I knew, the lady was begging me to talk to her daughter and put her back on the straight-and-narrow.
Among things which are a Very Bad Idea are:
1. Telling Tzee Xicu the Manifest "Tits or GTFO,"
2. Playing strip Tetra Master with Mai after having indulged in Yagudo hooch,
3. Asking me for parenting help.
Still, I figured the least I could do for the little snotrag was try to guide her to the Right Path. So, I went back to little Kocco and sat down with her and shared with her my patented guide for life. Remember, these tips are copyright Alberic I Tavnazia, Ducal Copyright Office #9832984893.
Never kiss a Mithra with fleas.
Stealing is bad, but only if you get caught. Be sure to blame the one-armed man, and/or the evil monkey under your bed.
There is a reason that hooker is so cheap. Let's just say there's likely a tail involved, and it's probably not because she's Mithra.
Zilart aren't to be trusted under any circumstances, unless you happen to have their gay lover hanging around you all the time. Then, it's safe to say that you have a pretty good leverage on them if they ever decide to go apeshit crazy and blow stuff up.
The terrestrial avatars, the sleeping gods, the waking gods, the ancient spirits, the ancient races, the modern races, the future races, the beastmen, the beastwomen, and my left nut are all out only for themselves. Don't ever think otherwise. (My right nut is more magnanimous.)
No one goes to Hooters for wings.
When traveling in the Northlands, always turn in the direction of the skid, and never eat yellow snow.
And finally, don't bother with sunblock, since we're probably not gonna live long enough to get skin cancer.
Hugs and kisses,
Alberic
The weirdest thing happened today--yes, even weirder than that time with the coeurl whisker and the naked Elvaan chick in the Hostel in Whitegate. I actually got asked for parenting advice.
I was exploring through the Windurst of 20 years ago, when I came across a screaming Mithran brat bent over a Mithran lady's knee, being soundly beaten. I stopped, rather taken aback yet a little intrigued as well--I mean, really, this isn't something you see every day playing out on the street. The street of twenty years ago, I mean. So maybe it was something you saw every day twenty years ago. I was certainly never beaten by my dad or anything when I was that age. I ran pretty fast, though, when the occasion warranted.
So anyway, after the beating was over, the little kitten was crying, and her mom stalked off all pissed. I followed the mom without really thinking, and next thing I knew, the lady was begging me to talk to her daughter and put her back on the straight-and-narrow.
Among things which are a Very Bad Idea are:
1. Telling Tzee Xicu the Manifest "Tits or GTFO,"
2. Playing strip Tetra Master with Mai after having indulged in Yagudo hooch,
3. Asking me for parenting help.
Still, I figured the least I could do for the little snotrag was try to guide her to the Right Path. So, I went back to little Kocco and sat down with her and shared with her my patented guide for life. Remember, these tips are copyright Alberic I Tavnazia, Ducal Copyright Office #9832984893.
Never kiss a Mithra with fleas.
Stealing is bad, but only if you get caught. Be sure to blame the one-armed man, and/or the evil monkey under your bed.
There is a reason that hooker is so cheap. Let's just say there's likely a tail involved, and it's probably not because she's Mithra.
Zilart aren't to be trusted under any circumstances, unless you happen to have their gay lover hanging around you all the time. Then, it's safe to say that you have a pretty good leverage on them if they ever decide to go apeshit crazy and blow stuff up.
The terrestrial avatars, the sleeping gods, the waking gods, the ancient spirits, the ancient races, the modern races, the future races, the beastmen, the beastwomen, and my left nut are all out only for themselves. Don't ever think otherwise. (My right nut is more magnanimous.)
No one goes to Hooters for wings.
When traveling in the Northlands, always turn in the direction of the skid, and never eat yellow snow.
And finally, don't bother with sunblock, since we're probably not gonna live long enough to get skin cancer.
Hugs and kisses,
Alberic
Friday, November 23, 2007
Holy crap!
Dear Journal:
So, there's been a lot of hubbub lately about these weird, rumored "maws" that have appeared. Needless to say, we've had our own trouble regarding the maws. That little prick Diabolos keeps appearing and whining to us that if the "Mawed One" isn't destroyed, the world will be in jeopardy, blah blah blah blah terrorcakes. Even if Diabolos didn't have a long-ass record of trying to kill us (in increasingly creative and obnoxious ways), I wouldn't just want to take HIS word for it before launching myself into yet another battle-to-the-death with a god. All this Deicide stuff really makes one thirsty, and I'm fresh out of my Rolanberry vintages after the last time we whupped Diabolos's scary demonic ass.
Anywho, I decided to go check it out the other day before Mai gets it into her pretty little head that she needs to get involved. (500 gilz says that she did anyway though. She has a nose for adventure, that one. It's enough to make a guy have fits, if she weren't so derned cute.) So I hopped on a chicken and ran out to Batallia Downs, and found the nearest Maw up by the northern ridge. Let me tell you, the stink on that thing was amazing. Ly bad. It was like a gigantic mouth, with small, jutting teeth, pointed up at the heavens as if it wanted to devour the sky. There were a few gawking civilians and adventurers standing about. I urged the chocobo forward, close enough to feel the thing's hot, stinking breath on my face. It was certainly alive.
I hopped down from the bird and peered into the thing's mouth. It seemed to react to my presence, and I felt for a moment overwhelmingly dizzy. The voices in my head went nuts, but it was like they were going in and out of focus, going loud then suddenly dropping to a faint buzz. I had the impression of a vast world-between-worlds, and a whiskered, feminine face--then bam! I was on my ass in Batallia Downs again, and there was a war on. It was twenty years ago.
Kind of awesome, huh? The weirdest thing was my connection to Bahamut was... skewed. I could still feel my Lord and Master's presence in my head, but it was like there were two of him--a weak voice of the one from the present, and a much louder, pissed-off one from the one in the past that hadn't met me yet. I had to do some fast talking to convince him that I was his future self's Prophet, and then he seemed intrigued but still a bit suspicious. At least he didn't kill me though. That would've been hard to explain--dead in the past, but also a six-year-old kid back then. Weird. The opportunities for fucking up time are endless.
Anyway, turns out you can hop between times using these Maws, so I'm going to be doing some tests and seeing just how much this can be manipulated. Wish me luck!
XXXOOO,
Alberic
So, there's been a lot of hubbub lately about these weird, rumored "maws" that have appeared. Needless to say, we've had our own trouble regarding the maws. That little prick Diabolos keeps appearing and whining to us that if the "Mawed One" isn't destroyed, the world will be in jeopardy, blah blah blah blah terrorcakes. Even if Diabolos didn't have a long-ass record of trying to kill us (in increasingly creative and obnoxious ways), I wouldn't just want to take HIS word for it before launching myself into yet another battle-to-the-death with a god. All this Deicide stuff really makes one thirsty, and I'm fresh out of my Rolanberry vintages after the last time we whupped Diabolos's scary demonic ass.
Anywho, I decided to go check it out the other day before Mai gets it into her pretty little head that she needs to get involved. (500 gilz says that she did anyway though. She has a nose for adventure, that one. It's enough to make a guy have fits, if she weren't so derned cute.) So I hopped on a chicken and ran out to Batallia Downs, and found the nearest Maw up by the northern ridge. Let me tell you, the stink on that thing was amazing. Ly bad. It was like a gigantic mouth, with small, jutting teeth, pointed up at the heavens as if it wanted to devour the sky. There were a few gawking civilians and adventurers standing about. I urged the chocobo forward, close enough to feel the thing's hot, stinking breath on my face. It was certainly alive.
I hopped down from the bird and peered into the thing's mouth. It seemed to react to my presence, and I felt for a moment overwhelmingly dizzy. The voices in my head went nuts, but it was like they were going in and out of focus, going loud then suddenly dropping to a faint buzz. I had the impression of a vast world-between-worlds, and a whiskered, feminine face--then bam! I was on my ass in Batallia Downs again, and there was a war on. It was twenty years ago.
Kind of awesome, huh? The weirdest thing was my connection to Bahamut was... skewed. I could still feel my Lord and Master's presence in my head, but it was like there were two of him--a weak voice of the one from the present, and a much louder, pissed-off one from the one in the past that hadn't met me yet. I had to do some fast talking to convince him that I was his future self's Prophet, and then he seemed intrigued but still a bit suspicious. At least he didn't kill me though. That would've been hard to explain--dead in the past, but also a six-year-old kid back then. Weird. The opportunities for fucking up time are endless.
Anyway, turns out you can hop between times using these Maws, so I'm going to be doing some tests and seeing just how much this can be manipulated. Wish me luck!
XXXOOO,
Alberic
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Harvest turns to winter...
Dear Tsiife,
You may never see this letter, but my fingers itched to write to you, so write I will, even if I must seal the letter and hide it deep within my Mog House.
I've worried so much about you lately that I can barely sleep. I know you don't function like a normal person--you probably don't even need to sleep, and you'd probably find my worrying silly or unnecessary... but I can't help it. The Emptiness gnawing away at your soul might be stealing you away from me... and that's something that I realize I can't live with. More and more, I've come to realize how important you are to me... and even if your sweet words were just due to your programming, I've fallen for them anyway.
I wish there was something I could do to help... but I can't really, can I? You're off on a quest to Al'Taieu, to find the answers that can help your condition... and even though Mai and I have both explored the secrets of that place, the impression of it is so powerful that I can't share it. You'll soon realize this for yourself... but will you return to me the Tsiife I learned to care for, or someone else entirely? Or will you even return at all....?
Hurry home, Tsiife... I don't think I can rest until you do.
Sincerely,
Briddy
You may never see this letter, but my fingers itched to write to you, so write I will, even if I must seal the letter and hide it deep within my Mog House.
I've worried so much about you lately that I can barely sleep. I know you don't function like a normal person--you probably don't even need to sleep, and you'd probably find my worrying silly or unnecessary... but I can't help it. The Emptiness gnawing away at your soul might be stealing you away from me... and that's something that I realize I can't live with. More and more, I've come to realize how important you are to me... and even if your sweet words were just due to your programming, I've fallen for them anyway.
I wish there was something I could do to help... but I can't really, can I? You're off on a quest to Al'Taieu, to find the answers that can help your condition... and even though Mai and I have both explored the secrets of that place, the impression of it is so powerful that I can't share it. You'll soon realize this for yourself... but will you return to me the Tsiife I learned to care for, or someone else entirely? Or will you even return at all....?
Hurry home, Tsiife... I don't think I can rest until you do.
Sincerely,
Briddy
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
Apparently, the Thanksgiving holiday brought me a bad cold, so I'm sorry for the slowness in updating. And of course, Wings of the Goddess came out yesterday, along with the inevitable shipping delays and snafus with the PC version. Mai and I used a torrent of the PC version along with codes from the console versions so we didn't have to wait. I'm proud to announce Alberic was Quetzalcoatl server's first Scholar!
To unlock Scholar:
Take the Cavernous Maw from Batallia Downs and zone into Battalia Downs (S).
Travel south to the southern entrance to The Eldieme Necropolis (S) (the main entrance with the drop to the coffer key droppers, the escort quest, etc.). Not far inside is an NPC in Scholar AF who requests 12 sheets of vellum, which can be bought from the AH. After you trade the sheets, she'll ask that you return to her as RDM or BLM using your 2-hour (I think BLU might work as well). Pop Chainspell or Manafont and talk to her again to finish the quest. Not hard at all!
~Soli~
Apparently, the Thanksgiving holiday brought me a bad cold, so I'm sorry for the slowness in updating. And of course, Wings of the Goddess came out yesterday, along with the inevitable shipping delays and snafus with the PC version. Mai and I used a torrent of the PC version along with codes from the console versions so we didn't have to wait. I'm proud to announce Alberic was Quetzalcoatl server's first Scholar!
To unlock Scholar:
Take the Cavernous Maw from Batallia Downs and zone into Battalia Downs (S).
Travel south to the southern entrance to The Eldieme Necropolis (S) (the main entrance with the drop to the coffer key droppers, the escort quest, etc.). Not far inside is an NPC in Scholar AF who requests 12 sheets of vellum, which can be bought from the AH. After you trade the sheets, she'll ask that you return to her as RDM or BLM using your 2-hour (I think BLU might work as well). Pop Chainspell or Manafont and talk to her again to finish the quest. Not hard at all!
~Soli~
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Stuff Actually Going Well? LIES!
Dear Journal:
I don't usually write stuff down, but apparently, this is a term of some plea agreement I made with the Iron Musketeers a few months ago after they decided to overlook that little "lewd conduct with a chocobo" charge. (Totally trumped up, might I add. They just have no vision!) Apparently, they think it's therapy... Me, I think it's a bit dangerous for anyone to have a written record of what goes on in my head, but hey, if it makes the good citizens of Bastok sleep more safely in their beds, then I'm all for it. A calm populace is one less likely to raise a stink over the shit I pull.
Oh! I guess I should introduce myself, Journal--just for posterity, you understand. My name is Alberic I Tavnazia, nephew of Altedour I Tavnazia, the late Marquis of Tavnazia. I'm known alternately as the Prophet of Bahamut, the Madman of Bastok, and "Hey! You! Crazy guy!" Among my many standout qualities are the ability to predict the future, a fine hand with needlepoint, an intense fear of the color yellow, and a smokin' hot Mithran fiancée named Mai Ikari, who surely deserves better. Unusual things I have accomplished in my life have been Vana'diel's first crystal synthesis vasectomy, survived multiple near-death experiences due to the voices in my head, and turned down no less than four offered threesomes from reasons ranging from topical insanity to a mild case of gangrene (on the penis). It's very nice to meet you, if one can be said to meet a book of blank parchment.
(Are you guys SURE this Journal is a good idea?)
This will probably blow your mind to hear, Journal, but things actually haven't been too shitty lately! Cae-cae (that's Caen'ir, the blind Kuluu brat) came to me the other day and mentioned that he finally sorted things out with Kreoss, thanks to stellar advice from Yours Truly. I simply told him that the best way to show your feelings to someone is by being REALLY honest, and grabbing their ass. Ass-grabs almost always sometimes work out well occasionally. But see, I recommended the ass-grab to him BECAUSE I knew it would work! Now, I'm trying to get those crazy kids in bed together, but for some reason Caen'ir turns red and runs away whenever I mention it. He's just being shy, I know he wants to.
The voices in my head ordered me some time ago to assassinate the royal family of San d'Oria, so I infiltrated the cathedral a week or so ago to get tabs on the Prince Regent, Pieuje. I have to admit, Pieuje reminds me a lot of my aunt, Leaute. Despite his outwardly cold demeanor, he has a tender inner side that he doesn't often show. His darker impulses seem to come from the Cathedral priests egging him on to grab power from his brother, Trion. I dabble in White Magic, so Pieuje and some of his Cathedral cronies sent me out hunting ghosts from Tavnazia. My poor people... but that wasn't even the worst of it.
Word got to San d'Oria that my uncle's spirit was wandering Fei'Yin. You can only imagine how that made me feel--I thought for a sec that I'd gotten socked in the gut unexpectedly. I haven't seen my uncle Altedour since the War, and I was only six or seven at the time of the fall of the Marquisate. Pieuje actually showed remorse and grief for the fate of the Tavnazians, something that kind of blew my mind given his usual arrogant demeanor, but of course his Cathedral buddies just blew that off and told him to use the opportunity to smash Uncle Altedour's ghost and earn greater prestige over Trion. Pfft, stupid politics--using my Uncle's tragedy as something for political gain! Disgusting red-lion traitors.
Needless to say, I snuck over to Fei'Yin and handled the exorcism myself. I wore a cowl so Uncle Altedour wouldn't recognize me, though of course he was maddened by his undeath and raged out of control. Once I put him down, though, for a second I saw awareness flood back into his glowing eyes, and he cried out for Tavnazia as his soul dissipated into light. Thank the Goddess he didn't see my face. I didn't think he'd like seeing what I've become.
Things are going great on the romantic front, as well. I'm not one to brag, but Mai is putty in my hands and we're moving in together before the wedding. I'm wrestling with the bureaucracy to get our wedding date set, but for some reason, stupid things keep coming up to block our way. That, and they're giving me some shit because Mai's been married before. I can't really say (though I've tried), "Hey, she's a widow, and I know you haven't found the body but I can see the future and I know he's not coming back." That doesn't seem to fly with the official-types.
Oh, and Caen'ir said Tsiife's back to normal too, so she'd best quit trying to kill me and steal my girl. I suppose if she's a good kitty, I can give back her sword.
That's about it from here, Journal. I've been having a persistent vision of the future that just won't go away, but I'll get into that next time. I don't want to ruin the good vibes yet; Goddess knows they're rare enough.
Stay black,
Alberic
P.S.: That chocobo was asking for it.
I don't usually write stuff down, but apparently, this is a term of some plea agreement I made with the Iron Musketeers a few months ago after they decided to overlook that little "lewd conduct with a chocobo" charge. (Totally trumped up, might I add. They just have no vision!) Apparently, they think it's therapy... Me, I think it's a bit dangerous for anyone to have a written record of what goes on in my head, but hey, if it makes the good citizens of Bastok sleep more safely in their beds, then I'm all for it. A calm populace is one less likely to raise a stink over the shit I pull.
Oh! I guess I should introduce myself, Journal--just for posterity, you understand. My name is Alberic I Tavnazia, nephew of Altedour I Tavnazia, the late Marquis of Tavnazia. I'm known alternately as the Prophet of Bahamut, the Madman of Bastok, and "Hey! You! Crazy guy!" Among my many standout qualities are the ability to predict the future, a fine hand with needlepoint, an intense fear of the color yellow, and a smokin' hot Mithran fiancée named Mai Ikari, who surely deserves better. Unusual things I have accomplished in my life have been Vana'diel's first crystal synthesis vasectomy, survived multiple near-death experiences due to the voices in my head, and turned down no less than four offered threesomes from reasons ranging from topical insanity to a mild case of gangrene (on the penis). It's very nice to meet you, if one can be said to meet a book of blank parchment.
(Are you guys SURE this Journal is a good idea?)
This will probably blow your mind to hear, Journal, but things actually haven't been too shitty lately! Cae-cae (that's Caen'ir, the blind Kuluu brat) came to me the other day and mentioned that he finally sorted things out with Kreoss, thanks to stellar advice from Yours Truly. I simply told him that the best way to show your feelings to someone is by being REALLY honest, and grabbing their ass. Ass-grabs almost always sometimes work out well occasionally. But see, I recommended the ass-grab to him BECAUSE I knew it would work! Now, I'm trying to get those crazy kids in bed together, but for some reason Caen'ir turns red and runs away whenever I mention it. He's just being shy, I know he wants to.
The voices in my head ordered me some time ago to assassinate the royal family of San d'Oria, so I infiltrated the cathedral a week or so ago to get tabs on the Prince Regent, Pieuje. I have to admit, Pieuje reminds me a lot of my aunt, Leaute. Despite his outwardly cold demeanor, he has a tender inner side that he doesn't often show. His darker impulses seem to come from the Cathedral priests egging him on to grab power from his brother, Trion. I dabble in White Magic, so Pieuje and some of his Cathedral cronies sent me out hunting ghosts from Tavnazia. My poor people... but that wasn't even the worst of it.
Word got to San d'Oria that my uncle's spirit was wandering Fei'Yin. You can only imagine how that made me feel--I thought for a sec that I'd gotten socked in the gut unexpectedly. I haven't seen my uncle Altedour since the War, and I was only six or seven at the time of the fall of the Marquisate. Pieuje actually showed remorse and grief for the fate of the Tavnazians, something that kind of blew my mind given his usual arrogant demeanor, but of course his Cathedral buddies just blew that off and told him to use the opportunity to smash Uncle Altedour's ghost and earn greater prestige over Trion. Pfft, stupid politics--using my Uncle's tragedy as something for political gain! Disgusting red-lion traitors.
Needless to say, I snuck over to Fei'Yin and handled the exorcism myself. I wore a cowl so Uncle Altedour wouldn't recognize me, though of course he was maddened by his undeath and raged out of control. Once I put him down, though, for a second I saw awareness flood back into his glowing eyes, and he cried out for Tavnazia as his soul dissipated into light. Thank the Goddess he didn't see my face. I didn't think he'd like seeing what I've become.
Things are going great on the romantic front, as well. I'm not one to brag, but Mai is putty in my hands and we're moving in together before the wedding. I'm wrestling with the bureaucracy to get our wedding date set, but for some reason, stupid things keep coming up to block our way. That, and they're giving me some shit because Mai's been married before. I can't really say (though I've tried), "Hey, she's a widow, and I know you haven't found the body but I can see the future and I know he's not coming back." That doesn't seem to fly with the official-types.
Oh, and Caen'ir said Tsiife's back to normal too, so she'd best quit trying to kill me and steal my girl. I suppose if she's a good kitty, I can give back her sword.
That's about it from here, Journal. I've been having a persistent vision of the future that just won't go away, but I'll get into that next time. I don't want to ruin the good vibes yet; Goddess knows they're rare enough.
Stay black,
Alberic
P.S.: That chocobo was asking for it.
New Blog Smell!
Hello everyone, and welcome to Crystal Children!
This blog has been a dream of mine for a while, and I hope to keep it regularly updated with in-character posts from both my characters and those of everyone else in the linkshell, and out of character posts, so people can maybe keep up with what's going on in my life, such as it is. ^^;;
I plan on using different colored fonts to indicate different IC posts. For example:
Alberic's posts will be in dark blue font.
Solitia's posts will be in dark green font.
Briddy's posts will be in purple font.
And my out of character posts will always be in black.
Please feel free to e-mail me any IC posts for any of your own characters at renalae@gmail.com! Thanks!
~Soli~
This blog has been a dream of mine for a while, and I hope to keep it regularly updated with in-character posts from both my characters and those of everyone else in the linkshell, and out of character posts, so people can maybe keep up with what's going on in my life, such as it is. ^^;;
I plan on using different colored fonts to indicate different IC posts. For example:
Alberic's posts will be in dark blue font.
Solitia's posts will be in dark green font.
Briddy's posts will be in purple font.
And my out of character posts will always be in black.
Please feel free to e-mail me any IC posts for any of your own characters at renalae@gmail.com! Thanks!
~Soli~
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