Retainer Ad-Venture Contest (EU) - Entry Thread

[BunnyChain]

„Excellent decision, madam. Venturrres are my specialty.“ he uttered and was on his way on another daily mission. Cloud Mica it was this time, nothing out of the ordinary. With my new gathering specialized equipment it should be easy to acquire a higher mining yield than usual – he thought. It was a fairly long travel to the Churning Mists so he set off right away. Soon he was passing by the majestic Jadeite Flood and its giant water wheel it pushes, wondering what would happen should it come loose.
Next Chocobo Porter to Fallgourd Float, making a short-stop to stock up on potions for his journey and onwards to Camp Dragonhead. Passing by the First Dicasterial Something Something - whoever thinks up names this long should be clawed in their self-important face he thought.
Arriving at the Camp he had to continue by foot to the Gates of Judgement, the biting cold was unbearable. Being a retainer he had special passage and no hindrance except to have to wait for the guard for ten bloody minutes out there with temperatures as icy as Shiva’s *#&* but he managed to keep his temper.
Passing through the Foundation to Falcon’s Nest and after that - Tailfeather; at night or day no matter the weather on a seemingly flimsy flappy chocobo, which he didn’t mind all that much if it wasn’t for his acrophobia… Thal’s bloody $*#&* he cursed almost clawing his grip in the mount as it soared on its trained path towards the Dravanian Forelands. Wondering what a Chocobo soup or maybe a roasted Chocobo would taste like he decided for another stop in Tailfeather to silence his growling stomach.
Since Chocobo enriched delicacies were beyond what he could afford he settled for some Dhalmel Gratin and was soon on his way to Anyx Tryne. Another flying chicken trip before the final ascension into the Churning Mists. Running up the stairs past dragons that still made his hair stand on end into the Mourn. Passing by pre-historic beasts and more bloody dragons walking on two legs or should we say running by as quickly and quietly as he mustered. The hot stuffy air at the Halo made him break into a sweat immediately; This is worse than Ifrit’s *#& he murmured. The way lead through Sohm Al so he had to wait a bit longer in the heat for another bunch of adventurers and follow them shortly after they rid the place of its monstrosities.
Finally arriving in the Churning Mists he took one last flight to Asah, coming by what seemed to be a few lost Moogles or perhaps searching Moogles, nothing stood in his way now except a few more bloody dragons.
Grabbing his hammer and letting the outcrops feel his frustrations he finally began his mining work as suddenly some of his mined goods began to glisten and manifesting a black shape grabbing the same rocks. "Not again!" - he exclaimed infuriated as he began chasing the Spriggans…

[BunnyChain]

„Excellent decision, madam. Venturrres are my specialty.“ he uttered and was on his way on another daily mission. Cloud Mica it was this time, nothing out of the ordinary. With my new gathering specialized equipment it should be easy to acquire a higher mining yield than usual – he thought. It was a fairly long travel to the Churning Mists so he set off right away. Soon he was passing by the majestic Jadeite Flood and its giant water wheel it pushes, wondering what would happen should it come loose.
Next Chocobo Porter to Fallgourd Float, making a short-stop to stock up on potions for his journey and onwards to Camp Dragonhead. Passing by the First Dicasterial Something Something - whoever thinks up names this long should be clawed in their self-important face he thought.
Arriving at the Camp he had to continue by foot to the Gates of Judgement, the biting cold was unbearable. Being a retainer he had special passage and no hindrance except to have to wait for the guard for ten bloody minutes out there with temperatures as icy as Shiva’s *#&* but he managed to keep his temper.
Passing through the Foundation to Falcon’s Nest and after that - Tailfeather; at night or day no matter the weather on a seemingly flimsy flappy chocobo, which he didn’t mind all that much if it wasn’t for his acrophobia… Thal’s bloody $*#&* he cursed almost clawing his grip in the mount as it soared on its trained path towards the Dravanian Forelands. Wondering what a Chocobo soup or maybe a roasted Chocobo would taste like he decided for another stop in Tailfeather to silence his growling stomach.
Since Chocobo enriched delicacies were beyond what he could afford he settled for some Dhalmel Gratin and was soon on his way to Anyx Tryne. Another flying chicken trip before the final ascension into the Churning Mists. Running up the stairs past dragons that still made his hair stand on end into the Mourn. Passing by pre-historic beasts and more bloody dragons walking on two legs or should we say running by as quickly and quietly as he mustered. The hot stuffy air at the Halo made him break into a sweat immediately; This is worse than Ifrit’s *#& he murmured. The way lead through Sohm Al so he had to wait a bit longer in the heat for another bunch of adventurers and follow them shortly after they rid the place of its monstrosities.
Finally arriving in the Churning Mists he took one last flight to Asah, coming by what seemed to be a few lost Moogles or perhaps searching Moogles, nothing stood in his way now except a few more bloody dragons.
Grabbing his hammer and letting the outcrops feel his frustrations he finally began his mining work as suddenly some of his mined goods began to glisten and manifesting a black shape grabbing the same rocks. "Not again!" - he exclaimed infuriated as he began chasing the Spriggans…

Ugh, forgot the details:

1. Aissy Lea
2. Ragnarok
3. Scarf of Wondrous Wit

I hope this still works.

[Zukix3]

Psychotic Mog
Odin
Mandragora Choker

Fabulous Juno and Seven Dunesfolks

Once upon a time a little Lallafell girl Juno was prancing trough the Black Shroud together with her pet Carby BooBoo. All of the sudden seven Dunesfolks came out from the bushes in front of the little girl, blocking her way. They all seem old by the looks. White beards, red pointy hats, some of them wearing glasses. Each of the men was carrying pickaxes. One of the miners, the oldest one, with the longest beard approached Juno.

- Hello my dear Juno! We’ve been all watching you closely for some time now and we think you are worthy!

He said.

“OK, that’s creepy.” Juno thought. “I’m being stalked by a bunch of geezers… for a quite some time apparently… Oh well, let’s just roll with it and see what’ll happen.”

- Worthy of what?

Juno asked.

- Worthy of winning this brand new model of Magitek Armor and 20 milion gill in cash!

Junos eyes widened from excitement. She imagined driving back to her master in a shiny new ride and a pouch full of Gill. Master Mog would be so proud of her.

- All you have to do to win those prices - Dunesfolk continued. – is to answer one question…

- Oh I know! I know! - Juno interrupted. - Lewphon of Sharlayan wrote The Five Ages – An Eorzean Chronology in year 232 of Sixth Astral Era!

All seven Dunesfolks looked and the girl with the disappointment. Then the oldest one spoke again.

- No, No, No. That wasn’t the queston. We just wanted to know do you have the letter?

- A letter? – Juno asked. – Sorry, but I don’t have any letters.

- Oh well, I guess the only thing I can give you is this. –

Dunesfolk said as he threw popoto at the girl. Soon after that all seven mysterious men wondered into the bushes from which they came from.

-FOR THE MOG SAKE! – Juno shouted, picking up her reward. – Master won’t be too happy from this loot.