Retainer Ad-Venture Contest (EU) - Entry Thread

[Tyo_Green]

Uploaded a broken link! -pats on back- Good job Tyo, good job.

[Gaignen]

Full Party
or Why You Should Be Happy With Your Seven Tin Pieces and an Abalathian Smelt.

It had been a long time since me and the others had met up. Several months in fact. The mistress had hired all eight of us, some time ago, starting out with just two of us, on her seemingly unending mission to solve all the world's problems on her own or, at the very least, with a group of friends no larger than those who sat with me now, at a table in a cut-stone pub in the desolate, but central, Revenant's Toll.
"So she's shelling out for all of us at once now?" Toumlona was as rough-edged a Sea Wolf as you could expect, which didn't fit at all with her profession of sitting around all day waiting for something to bite. We called her Tommy.
"Guess you could put it that way," said Galelma, Au Ra like our mistress, and bearing a striking resemblance to the woman herself. Thanks to our lady's tendency to have Galelma model clothes for her on the go, we took to calling her Glam. By we, I mean me. I love nicknames.
"We get to go on an adventure together? Hurray!" Nobody was surprised by Memelo's happy outbursts. Her pink hair was always in view to keep us well aware of how upbeat such a not-tall person could be, which was why her surprising tendency to be mean in a scrap always came as the bigger surprise.
"We should have a plan, I don't want anyone getting unnecessarily hurt," muttered Enya. Shorter only than Tommy, Enya, a Highlander, was our resident worrywart, taking after mistress studies in arcanima to better control a situation and, more importantly to her, protect her friends. "What has mistress contracted us for in any case?"
"In truest terms, mistress has contracted us each individually. Her terms were not particularly clear." Quipette, consummate Elezen noble wannabe, had been brought up in the butt end of Limsa, but then, with Mealvaan's Gate just around the corner, she picked up a book and soon was more travelled - and better spoken - than any of us. Don't let her bookishness fool you, she's no arcanist, she liked getting her hands dirty. The dusty, mud-coated pickaxe leaning against the table told the truth of that. I called her Pet.
Ikyutsuu, our quiet, newest member, immigrant with the Doman population just last year, gave an agreeing nod. We would give her a nickname, but we're not sure if she knew how to use that hatchet for more than logging, or what her temperament was like. Honestly we knew very little about her. She was a short, braided red-haired Hyur, that much we did know.
"We can pool our skills though, right? You don't think mistress would be upset? Maybe we're overstepping... what do you think, T'kni?" Flo was Flo, I wanted to give her a nickname too but Twelve help me I couldn't think of one that didn't make her name longer. She's a Midlander with a taste in dark clothes, dark makeup, and she would apologise for the weather if it rained.
"No worries!" I chipped in, my ears and tail standing to attention. "We'll just team up, split the spoils and report back separately!" I grinned. "Aint a reason mistress has to know we teamed up."

So that was how I, a marauder and our resident token happy kitty, teamed up with a tiny pugilist, a huge fisher, a lanky arcanist, a bored bard, a thaumaturge who apologised for every spell, a super-polite rockbreaker and a woodswoman who barely ever spoke. We set out North, donning warmer clothes and passing through the Doman refugee camp toward Coerthas. Glam was picking at her bowstring in a tune to make the malms go faster, she learned every song she knew from mistress, which wasn't many, because mistress didn't often play for our kind of crowd. Honestly, we all learned from mistress, she was a woman of many talents.
Snowcloak is a series of caverns in a mind-boggling arrangement, and it has only recently been claimed and held by the city-state of Ishgard. With all those thousand-thousand passageways, it wasn't a surprise that the local town of Whitebrim was hiring any capable looking sorts to start work on mapping the cave system. It was perfect - I could help Enya keep everyone safe, Memelo, Flo and Glam could deal with threats in the rear, and we could rely on our gatherer's knowledge of water (frozen or otherwise) stone and vegetation to keep a good track of where we were going. We set out into the caves through the entrance and into the network, branching off far before the place where, once, in one of her more giving moods, mistress had told us the story of her journey through - that night was one of the ones where she plucked at a harp and sat with us, and Glam had plucked at her bow in tune, learning by ear.
Exploration is long, and tedious, so it was just as well something interesting happened not twenty minutes after we got in. It started with a cave in.
"Everyone please, remain calm," Pet said to us, surveying the way back.
Okay, so when I said interesting I might have meant terrifying. The ice was on all sides of us, and Pet and Tommy were giving both ice-falls a once over. Tommy was the first to speak.
"Hey ho, check this one out," she smirked. "You hear the water? We're under a glacial melt - you know there are fish that love this stuff."
"A melt?" Pet sighed. "We can't mine ahead then, back is the only way. It could take us hours to get through ahead and we may well find ourselves under a river when we do."
"Umm," Flo raised her hand nervously. "Sorry if this is a dumb idea," see? Apologising. "but ice melts, right? I could melt through it."
"We're on a downward slope," said Tommy, "it's a solid plan if we go forward, follow the flow of the melt."
"Alright," Enya announced, putting on her leader voice. I love it when she does that. "We keep close and Flo, you take the lead, T'kni," she looked to me, my ear twitched. Sorry, but she once told me off in that voice and it still stings. "be ready to pull Flo out of the way if things go south."
"Got'cha," I gave Enya a thumbs up, and winked at Flo. "I got you Floflo." Nope, still sounds dumb. Better luck next time.
"Quipette, you bring up the rear make sure the heat isn't going to bring the rest caving in behind us."

We made our way out of Snowcloak the fast way. It took us about the same time to get out, but that was because as much as Pet might know about rocks and preventing cave-ins once we were well past the first obstacle she wouldn't have been able to do anything unless she stayed behind, and Enya wasn't letting that happen. We had just broken out into a wide, white landscape that looked nothing like the Central Highlands when we heard a familiar roar behind us. Tommy started laughing from the middle of the pack.
"Saddle up kiddies, we're going for a ride!" I grabbed Flo immediately, and I saw Memelo do some kind of Ala Mhigan martial somersault onto Tommy's shoulders. Just as the water hit I saw Glam drawing her bow and aiming, and then the world was a churning mess. Has anyone ever told you how difficult it is to swim in heavy armour? Difficult! Mostly I was scrambling sideways to try and get out of the melt. When I finally burst out, Flo sputtering in my arms, I could see Glam holding a rope attached to the side of a cliff by an arrow, still in the tide of the raging water but in control, looking about for others. I saw a pink blur come sailing out of the murk and Glam grabbed at Memelo's hand and threw her my way, to the bank of what looked like a new river. Memelo landed gracefully, then struck a pose, grinning.
"Best. Adventure. Ever!" She was laughing, rolling around next to Flo, who was still coughing up water, like me, but I still managed a laugh between coughs. I saw Tommy clambering along Glam's rope toward shore, Glam was holding on to a shivering Pet.
"Where's," I coughed, "where's Enya and Ikyu?!" Glam gave me a look, something that seemed to scream 'calm down'. Weird how well it works when your eyes literally glow with that amazing ring around them. Glam set Pet to clambering up the rope, which she did in good time by using her pick as an extra handhold in the ice below.
Then I saw the surging shape - red hair and a green hooded robe, plowing downstream. I ignored the water in my lungs and started running. Memelo and Tommy joined me, but we weren't catching up, and I could see a drop ahead, where water had only just started surging over into whatever land was far below it.
The shape came to a stop smack bang in the middle of the melt, practically on the precepice. It took a good few minutes for the water to slow, and by that time the others had joined us. Memelo donated one of her heavy Horas to Glam, who was about to swing the rope with the weight attached when Tommy stopped her.
"What, stealing my thunder? Fishing's my gig, twinkly eyes, move over." Glam nodded with a small smile, knowing that in spite of Tommy's boistrous argument, she wanted to make sure there was the best chance of casting this very important line the right distance.

We reeled in Ikyutsuu and Enya and the Arcanist, after coughing up her body weight in fresh water, made sure everyone was okay. Ikyutsuu sat the whole time looking toward the newly formed waterfall, and Pet was whistling in amazement at something below.
"What's up?" I asked our quiet botanist.
"My axe," she said, and I could see what she meant. "Mistress gave it to me, but it dislodged just as the rope reached us." It was the most I had ever heard her say, and it was clear that it meant a lot to her.
"No problemo, we'll get down the bottom and fish it out, Tommy can fish up anything, even people, didn't you know?" I grinned at her. I was vaguely aware of Tommy saying that she wished I'd stop calling her that.
"Doesn't matter," Ikyutsuu said, "I'll get another, as long as it's the same." - She didn't say another word, but I found a letter from Ikyu the next day among my things, for the record, which quite elegantly (in brushed script) said that it didn't matter whether it was the exact axe - that axe had fueled her since she came to Eorzea, but losing it to keep other people alive was worth more than the coin it had cost mistress and more than what it had meant to her. Losing the axe - she said - was worth being given a thousand.

After a long trek, some interesting rope-shooting from Glam, and an encounter with a recently-roused Polar bear during which Memelo had decimated it with strength that I have no idea where it came from, we found ourselves clambering up into the area called Behemoth's Dominion, which, due to its unsettling rumours lead us to rush quickly toward Whitebrim. It was on this journey that Tommy noticed a fish had been caught in Enya's hood, and after about ten minutes of the arcanist curling into a ball and expressing her disgust, Tommy managed to tell us that we had, quite by accident, caught a rare variety of Abalathian Smelt called The Matriarch.
"We're selling it," Enya said immediately. "Ikyutsuu needs a new axe, we can't have her turning up to mistress asking for another, mistress does enough for us already."
"Unnecessary," Ikyu mumbled, but I thought I saw a glint in her eyes that told of her gratitude.

The fish sold for an amount of Gil that left most of us flabbergasted, and we discussed with great glee what we could buy for mistress that could appropriately demonstrate the majesty of the quest, the trial we had just undergone, we bought Ikyu a new axe, just as shiny as the one mistress had given her, and chattered all the way back to the square, but that was before we met with the levemete who had overseen the job we were given.
"You were hired to explore," he said, "not to adjust the landscape of the Western Highlands' lower reaches and cause irreparable property damage to an outpost of... of some importance." I almost argued, Pet had told us about the old wooden watchtower down in the valley that had been carried away by the melt. But Flo was already apologising profusely.

When it was over, and we had been suitably fined, we had just enough gil to buy another Smelt, and then we exchanged the rest with a local trader for some Allagan Tin and started back out for Vylbrand and mistress' home in Mist, Enya holding - in spite of her protests - the fish that she was going to present to the mistress.

How in the seven hells are we going to explain this?



Character: Phoenicia Malquir
World: Lich
Desired item: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

[Ageofwar]

After coming back from sunbathing in Costa del Sol, Ageofenvy takes a load of her feet but before she could catch her breath she hears the ring of the retainer bell along with her master’s voice

"Ageofenvy, where the hell are you, you lazy miqo'te".

She thinks to herself "oh god not already and I don't want to know what slutty outfit he has for me to model this time".

Ageofenvy jumps to her feet and approaches the retainer bell were a male miqo'te stood in a black short robes.

"I did my best, just like i said " Ageofenvy said.

She hands over a Sea Pickle to her master and was greeted with a look of disappointment on her master's face. Age ofwar hands her a blood red Thavnairian Bustier set and said to her

“put this on, kitty”

Ageofenvy promptly heads to her room and puts on the Thavnairian Bustier and heads back to the retainer bell.

Ageofenvy puts her left arm on her waist and waits for her master’s response.

After staring at her for 30 mins, Age ofwar hands over 2 venture along with a dragonskin map to sell.

Ageofenvy says under her breath “When the master’s away, the cat will play” and left.

After changing back into her black robes, Ageofenvy heads to Coerthas Central Highlands and on entering the area she runs into Ageofsirens and Ageoflust.

Ageofenvy say to them "For the Warrior of light, that Age ofwar is a jerk"

To which Ageofsirens and Ageoflust responds "don't we know it"

At this point Ageofenvy leaves Ageofsirens and Ageoflust and heads for the Howling Eye.

On entering the Howling Eye a green figure suddenly drops from the sky.

"HA HA HA ha, SURRENDER YOURSELF UNTO ME, NONE SHALL STAND AGAINST THE WIND"

No sooner had Garuda finished she was hit with a Fire III along with a volley of Fire I.

Garuda's response to this was to attack with her claws. Before Garuda's attack could connect Ageofenvy manages to avoid the attack and returned with a Blizzard III followed by a Fire III and another volley of Fire I.

Garuda at this point was getting more anger than normal and unleashes her Aerial Blast attack.

Ageofenvy in return summons a Manaward before being knocked from her feet.

Using the last of her power Ageofenvy casts one final Fire III which knocks Garuda from the sky into the Aether from which she came from leaving behind Garuda’s Van.

Ageofenvy picks up Garuda’s Van puts in on her back with her Kujo staff and heads back to Ishgard.

No sooner had Ageofenvy returned to Ishgard she hears the ringing of the retainer bell.

Ageofenvy staggers to the retainer bell and responses “I did my best, just like i said”

and hands over the Garuda’s Van

Age ofwar praises Ageofenvy and gives her another 2 ventures and says “take your time with this one” and leaves.



Character: Age ofwar
World: Hyperion
Desired item: Ahriman Choker

[FlourishOfSteel0]

An Hour Isn't Enough

Tick... Tick...

“Thall's balls!...” The woman's lips stirred vehemently into a stream of soft breath. Two sculpted white brows knotted together. A shroud of ashen debris crept upon the ground. Arachne dared not raise her breath from it's caught and exasperated state.
The pages of her grimoire were heavy. How many times had her ink ran, or her conviction wavered just enough to surrender her fortitude? Two white ears twitched atop her head, setting the ribbons of her snowy strands ajar with their movement. The beast still lived.

A cloak of hot autumnal winds was enveloped the stretch of blackened earth, ungraciously intoxicating the air with the moisture and fumes erupting beneath like the drawing of moisture from a stone painted wharf rat. In a state of perpetual dawn a writhing structure palpitated above lavishing the ceiling in it's luminescence.
Not three yalms from her form the great bug lingered, writhing in the state of his perpetuated aether. Her breast was heavy so tightly woven into her Doman garb. She had asked for this.
“I have no idea why I'm here... She should have paid me more for this...” Linings of a smile twisted the edges of a softened feline smile. Staring down at this beast of bugs wrought nothing but a sour taste to her unbridled tongue. Soft skin, paled by the natural half light of the greatly illuminated cavern vibrating from the insects hum. Two bright blue eyes had grown milky at their outermost edges, stringing with dust along the twister lower lashes. One gloves hand ran the length of the tome's spine, spreading out her fingers and raising it upward. The primal was huge.

Tick... Tick...

“Thou art strong warrior. Accepting thy challenge was was not for nought! Bask in the frivolity of it!” A dense strong of shelled vocal chords irradiated outward, filling the plain of dusted rock, partially illuminated by pyres of the fallen, with the sound of his reverence.
She dashed forth. Surrounded by the fallen frame of discarded wooden planks each inhalation was splintering, every footfall was daunting. Ravana, clutching at the exoskeleton structure. The beast twisted himself back. Streams of hot air span around his shifting weight. The harshness of his blue hues so swiftly growing red rapidly altered the state of sight within the small, inept, arena.

Tick... Tick...

RING RING!

Barely capable of breath her tiny frame span in the air, falling with a thud to the ground. Her carefully smoothed features falling, as if unamused by her own blasphemes in the face of endangerment. “Curse the Twelve!” It seemed almost startling how such a small woman could bellow a shout so scorned.
One slender hand cupped at a patch of earth, twisting it within her grasp, feeling the moisture in it's texture. Her breath left her apathetically as she spoke.
“Ma'am, enjoy your handful of muddy water. I'm done with this, I'm becoming a fisher.”

Ravana was left dazed and confused.

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Words: 496
Character Name: Agynngoht Eidindynsyn
World: Zodiark
Prize of choice: Bluebird Earnings

[Aerinboy]

Final Fantasia

"Another Lightning Shard Venture..." Florelle sighed, looking over to Axon, "And I'm no closer to going on an Exploration Venture than the day I was hired!"
"It's what Boss needs, be lucky we're not sent out to East Shroud. Morbols Florelle, Morbols," Axon shivered.
"She doesn't even need any more of them! She comes back, uses the bell, takes her forty Lightning Shards, and then just sends us out again without a second thought! I've seen her inventory buddy, she's got hundreds, maybe thousands!"

Axon and Florelle walked along the Sapphire Avenue Exchange, dressed in basic gear and toting a basic hatchet and pickaxe respectively. They had long since surpassed the equipment they were wearing, their outfits were starting to smell.
"And why did she make you the Botanist? Look at me! How many Lalafell's you see mining? And you, a great hulking Roegadyn picking at blummin' flowers!" Florelle growled.
"I would like to be smaller," Axon admitted.
"That's the ticket buddy. And to that end, I have a plan!" Florelle snickered, "Follow me,"
Florelle led him to a Market Board, gil in hand.

"We're going on our own venture, to find a Retainer Fantasia. You can be the Lalafell you've always been destined to be, and I can be the Roegaydn you've always wanted to be!" she said.
"First to buy some Lightning Shards, so she doesn't suspect anything. I've got some gil saved from before I started taking Venture coins as payment. What about you?" Florelle asked.
"My Gil is gone, an addiction to Mashed Popotoes you see," Axon said, frowning.
"Jeez, aren't you helpful?" Florelle groaned.
Florelle took a look at the Market Board and searched it, her eyes darted across the prices.

"20,000 Gil for 80 Lightning Shards!? This is daylight robbery!" Florelle shouted, she looked around at the other adventurers around her accusingly, "Greedy good-for-nothing adventurers, they'd do just about anything for a rare item or gil! FINE!"
She tapped the market board and dropped in the Gil. A hatch opened and dropped the Lightning Shards into her hands.
"Now we search?" Axon smiled.

Axon and Florelle searched all over Thanalan, they ducked across the dunes. Dodging Amal'jaa's and Peiste's, Imps and Buzzards they searched and searched, opened chests containing potions and ethers, and stopped to dine on the occasional dish of mashed popotoe. They stumbled into Fates and Dungeons, running from Primals that were summoned over and over again. Yet they found nothing, luck was not on their side.

They slumped against the Hall of Flames, watching the comers and goers.
"Sorry Florelle," Axon said earnestly, "Maybe we'll change classes one day,"
"Yeah...maybe," Florelle said, a single tear falling down her cheek.
The two Retainers sat there for a time, until eventually a shadow cast over them. They looked up to their Master standing before them, offering two items.
"For us?" Axon said.
"M-Master?" Florelle choked.
Their Master merely nodded, silently handing over the two Retainer Fantasia's whilst Florelle hugged her.
"Thank you Master!!!"

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Character name: Lucina Firon
World name: Lich
In-game Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

[Lunaak]

Character Name: Lunaak Firespring
World: Cerberus
Item Request: Mandragora Choker


He's here. Like always, he's here. Just when I think that maybe for a second I'll be able to rest a little... he's here. He's here ready to send me back out there. I punched Titan back into the aether stream before Master's fancy Scion friends even knew the beast had materialised again. I'm the real hero! But no. It's never enough. He's here again ready to accept the day's spoils and ship me out for another run. He's always here...

Time to go, Mikuru. Time to try something new.

Each and every day I board the ship back to Central Shroud from the home that never really feels like home; I'm greeted less and less by other 'retainers' going the same way. Each day they come home in a hurry with a couple of sardines in one hand and a basket in the other blurting out "I'm sure Master will love today's bounty!" For them their judgement seems just. For me? Only death would give me a day in bed...

With no Chocobo on hand it takes a long time to reach even South Shroud. Luckily, however, I've managed to save up enough to make a little stop off on the way! Buscarron's Druthers, they call it. I seem to remember Master telling tales of the barkeep he met here in his early days - not even staying mute on the details of the rare Bacchus wine Buscarron keeps under the decks for those after the good stuff. I'm not sure if Ianna counts as a 'friend in high places', but she's certainly helpful when it comes to convincing the old man to dust off the vintage!

14 hours left? That's enough. Calling time is easy when a band of drunken Roegadyn offer to buy you a candlelit dinner of 'Mashed Popotoes' from the wench waiting the tables. Their slow wink is enough for me to direct a nervous smile their way. Courtesy at its finest. Sorry, Gents, but I can't stay.

The long walk through Thanalan isn't without its burdens, but the blistering desert heat was enough to convince me that my plan was in the best interests of my aching body -- interests that were starting to materialise on the horizon. The Forgotten Springs were in sight and I knew U'rahtalo could smell the bottled vineyard I'd promised so long ago. A very long soak in Hamon-sensei's favorite spot was in order and all I had to do was scuff up my armour. Good plan!

Buscarron even had some fine Grilled Carp waiting on tap for my return trip. Master's present! I already knew the troubles of keeping it away from the pudgy cats snapping at my ankles wouldn't be worth the trip back to the Lavender Beds, but life isn't always easy!

Of course he's here.

He's always here...

[mbncd]

Character: Crystal Dreams
World: Ragnarok
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

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Crystal called me to the summoning bell at her house in the Mist. As usual, she wanted to know what I'd been able to find in the last hour so I tossed her another peace of seaweed from the beach. She scolded me, also as usual, and then sent me back on my way.

As I headed back towards the beach with another well earned venture coin in my pocket, I heard some cheering coming from a small crowd up the street ahead of me. Approaching the group, I saw that Ally was at it again.

Today, she was a little more ambitious as she examined the roof of the large house from her perch atop the chocobo stable. Usually she just took small rooftops or windows.

Despite the daunting task ahead of her, she simply nodded and pulled out her hatchet. The crowd of my fellow retainers continued to watch from a safe distance as Ally worked her way around the roof. Eventually, she succeeded in the impossible looking task.

Next, she blew her whistles and horns. She must have had 10 of them hidden away. That many flying chocobos and dragons and other flying creatures surrounded the house and began to lift the roof off of the walls. They carried the roof down in front of the house.

Then I heard the familiar ring of a bell from within that very same house. Ally went and knocked on the door. Her boss welcomed her at first but started yelling when she saw the roof just outside. These people are never satisfied! She'd worked hard for the last hour!

I simply shook my head and walked on towards the beach. There was sure to be some more seaweed around. I wasn't going to work as hard as Ally, just to be equally shouted at. Hurriedly, I grabbed the first malm kelp I saw and then rushed back to Crystal's place, arriving just as she rang her bell.

[Ware]

Shala Finfright
Gilgamesh
Scarf of Wondrous Wit

The Miquo’te brushed the snow out of his dull blonde hair, and raised his gaze to the sky, where a flock of wyvern were circling. Slipping the map into his clothes, he placed the mask over his face, and removed his warmer, but weaker, gloves. Finally, he unclasped his book, and charged the spells to protect him, and bless his skin with stone-like strength. The Arcanist was ready.

Charging a spell, a circle of magic emerged on the ground, bathing the area in a purple light, and alerting the wyverns. Two dove, and he crouched in the center of the field. Diving to the side, an unaspected spell passed through his fingers from the letters on the page. The first wyvern flinched slightly, but continued its charge.

Avoiding an icy breath from one, he fired another bolt of magic off at the second wyvern as a yellow shape charged for the first one. Diving forward, he began to run around the second wyvern, dodging ice breath and tail swipes with practiced ease. Glancing to his yellow companion, he flipped the page, and fired off a spell toward the first wyvern.

Both wyverns roared, and the Arcanist glanced upward as a larger wyvern, dwarfing the size of the other two, slammed into the ground. Sliding on the snow, he gripped it with frostbitten fingers, and dove out of the way of a new breath; purple and black mist that seeped into the yellow companion’s mouth, poisoning it.

Gritting his teeth, the Arcanist turned the page, and quickly sent a healing spell toward his yellow companion. However, the two baby wyverns attacked, and he got assaulted by twice the amount of ice flame as a result. Chilled to below freezing, the Arcanist began to slow down, and the wyverns began to speed up. The yellow companion suffered immense damage, and vanished. Gritting his teeth, the Arcanist faced the three wyverns.

Rearing up, the three began to charge their breath attacks, and the Arcanist looked to the wings. With death fast approaching, he pulled out a potion, a rare potion of max potency, a gift from his client, and dove at the wyverns. The flame hit him, and he drunk the fluid, feeling it heal his insides seconds after they were burned away.

Diving behind the wyverns, the Arcanist slammed his book upon the ground, calling upon a dome of purple around all three wyverns. All three roared, and turned to face him. Focusing on a target, the Arcanist attacked the weakest wyvern, dodging and weaving through sub-zero ice breaths, and fogs of poison that were beginning to shroud the area.
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“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” Holding out six wyvern wings, the Arcanist watched his client take them, and then pull out one more coin. Giving a bow, the Arcanist took it, listening as, once more, she ordered more wyvern wings.

“You will be most pleased with the result. I guarantee it!”

[KaenShinzui]

Character: Hieki Shinzui
World: Behemoth
Choice: Ahriman Chocker

"Yes, I will do just as you say!" ChibiHie said and waved energetically at her boss who was disappearing behind the door of their home in Mist.

The boss had given the order. ChibiHie and Flamie had two hours to bring something back, and it'd better NOT be fish. Yet another beautiful sunny day at Mist and they got sent out for work again. ChibiHie looked longingly at the sparkling water outside their window. Flamie knew just what she wanted. But work was work, there was nothing he can do about it so he quietly gathered his equipment and got ready to go.

"Let's go to the beach!" She turned to her partner with sparkling puppy eyes.

"No more fish!" Flamie stressed on each word. "You heard the boss said."

"But it's sunny outside, and the ocean is calling." ChibiHie whined. "And who knows, we might pick up some rare fish and she will be happy."
Flamie frowned at her "Are you a fisher?"

ChibiHie shaked her head. Just like their boss, none of them was fisher.

"Do I look like I can fish up a rare fish?" He said and opened the door. They only had 2 hours, there was no time to waste arguing with ChibiHie.

"We won't know unless we tryyyyy." ChibiHie clung onto his arm, refused to let go.

By "we", she meant "HE". But Flamie knew his partner would cling onto him, stopping him from doing anything until he agreed to her terms. So next thing he knew, she was dragging him straight to the beach. As soon as their feet touched the white sand, her face was shining like the sun itself, and her eyes sparkled like the colour of the sea. And that was when he gave in. They changed into swim suits and set up a small fire away from the water and started fishing. ChibiHie, of course, abandoned the task in less than 5 minutes and started splashing about, which forced Flamie to move to the bridge.

Two hours passed like a second and Flamie could hear his summoning bell ringing. He picked up his bucket and went to get ChibiHie. At least he got some Fullmoon Sardine, they were sold for decent price on the market. But as he reached the campfire, the smell of burnt sardine rushed into his nose. He panicked and checked his bucket; all that remained was two Blue Octopi. ChibiHie had taken the sardines when he didn’t look and she didn’t even do a good job cooking them. Now they have no other choice but to give her the octopi, at least they are not fish. Flamie sighed and sneaked up to the house when the boss was bathing in the basement, left the Octopi at the Summoning Bell and sneaked out. He hoped she wouldn’t figure out that they were having a beach party instead of working... Meanwhile, ChibiHie was still splashing in the water, completely forgot about the sardine and the boss.

[Eilonwyn]

Name: Eilonwyn Hallison
World: Cerberus (EU)
Prize Choice: Mandragora Choker

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"If you bring me back another chub, it is getting shoved somewhere unpleasant!"

Maithieu sighed. He looked longingly at the Agelyss River winding its way through Eastern La Noscea. He wanted to make his master happy, truly, but he was constantly denied his passion for fishing.

Of course the fishing goes to GwenGwen. Lalas just love all that stuff.

He recalled the day Eilonwyn had picked him and Gwen to be her retainers. She'd already made quite the name for herself as a worthy adventurer. His master was a tall, formidable Elezen.

"Maithieu, you will be the Archer. Gwen, you will get me Fatcats. All of the Fatcats."

Maithieus face fell at the memory, and he turned his gaze to the towering crystals North of his location.

Once he reached the Garlean outpost, he dropped to the ground. He'd been coming here for weeks. Perfecting his way into the Coil of Bahamut. Everyday he fought his way through Asclepius. He enraged ADS constanly, happily enduring the shocks. He got sick from the bouncing in what his Master called 'T3'. Relentlessy he AoE'd everything in that infernal lift, until finally he made it.

Oak Longbow in hand, Maithieu prepared himself. Tackling 4 dragons all alone was a mighty task. Eilonwyn had mentioned several times in grumblings as she shoved Materia at his face for him to sell about 'Twintits' and how stupid Divebombs and Twisters are.

Bravely, the Hyur stepped onto Bahamuts claw. He stared up at Twintania, she stared at him. The tension crackled in the atmosphere. The Great Dragon flew down and landed with a loud thump in front of Maithieu. He smiled and extended out his hand, petting the dragon on the head.
"No more fighting eh?" He asked, sighing thankfully. "Finally ready to give it up?"

Twintania snorted and lowered her head in a crude form of a nod. She stepped to the side, revealing the glowing orb he had been after for months.
Maithieu swiped the orb and thanked the Dragon. "You will be at peace now, Twintania. I shan't bug you again."
With that he left and traveled all the way back to the Goblet, where his Master resided.

The familiar bell rung, just as he had made it back. Gleefully he approached the Elezen, who had already folded her arms, expecting to have to provide another lecture about why he was not the fisher.
"If this is another Pike, Matt, I swear..." She grumbled before leaping back in shock. He had heeld out the Orb to her, a proud smirk on his face.

"An ADS Illuminant!? Those are worth Millions! Thank you! Here, have this gear upgrade I was saving."

Maithieu accepted the upgrade grciously. He was glad to see Eilonwyn so happy. So glad in fact, he chanced his luck.

"Can I be a fisher now?"

"No."