A lone arrow cracked against the wind, sailing through the quiet till it struck the diremite square in the eyes.
"Another one bites the dust!"
Gravien smirked. He was beginning to get a hang of it. Straighter shots were tricky, but occasionally he'd get it right between nocks.
This was another beautiful day in the Shroud. Peaceful yet bustling with energy. Eorzea was on the brink of something new and Gravien was one of many stumbling ahead.
It was a time for adventurers, and Gravien was eager to explore. Lately he'd been gathering confidence by dipping arrows in venom and aiming for arteries.
"Steady...every adventure begins with a step."
It seemed like forever since he first entered the emerald forest. A fledgling novice, there were struggles deciding on what to do and even hitting marked targets a week ago.
But now there was something special in the air. A certain momentum. Many had been traipsing by helping the odd fellow here and there. But in the horizon, there were murmurs of curses, ancient ruins...and even the undead!
From tales of Ul'dah splendors to the seaside brilliance of La Noscea, many had a story to share about what lay ahead. The world seemed so big to Gravien, and there was a hunger for more. Friends from Thanalan had sent word of escapades in the local mines. Others stopped by through airship to promote their new feathered friends.
But alas each adventure has a pace of its own. For now the focus of the day was improving marksmanship. After all, his colleagues back at the guild had much to say about recent developments.
Soon it would be another day, and Gravien would have to retire yet again to the inn before starting anew. What boundless journeys were to come? What name would he make for himself? In Eorzea, the possibilities were endless.
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Light pierced through the echoing darkness. Gravien stirred back to his senses. How long had it been since he started this voyage? His eyes opened slowly as if shaken from a deep slumber. These forlorn feelings from times long past. Was it all a dream?
More lights coalesced and flashed by in the cold quiet. Through them came the memories. Of the beginning. Of purpose and perspective. Of loss.
Gravien steeled himself. Motivation is a funny thing. Back where it all began, it rose from the heart. From passion and wanting to see more in a new world. Through all the highs and lows over the ages, it all came back and together in preparation for what lay ahead.
And ahead it was. The blinding truth of consequences and of the unknown. Of earth.
Earth?! Land! Gravien abruptly awoke. The ground had a hardy yet sterile smell. Dusting himself off from the drowsiness, the memories of today came flooding back. It was time to settle this. Even amidst all the turmoil and change, one thing hadn't faltered and he kept it to heart.
Gravien took a deep breath and strode forward.
Every adventure begins with a step.
(Noble Barding)