Retainer Ad-Venture Contest (EU) - Entry Thread

[Tarusclera]

Drin drin!! (summoning bell Goblet)

-Retainer Tarusclera: I HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE OF YOU, YOU KNOW.
-Me: Was thinking about selling some stuff to clean my inventory.
-R.T: ((OMG i'm a lvl60 nin was killing King Moglee and disbanded for that.. bah!! And look at him.. dressed like a disco dancer laying here in his garden eating mitchabob.. i deserve a new job..))
OHH What do you want to sell?
-Me: Check that.. uh 4 gill no i trade it.. that? 1gill.. that? 10 gill
I think it's enough for now.. cya
-R.T: WE SHALL MEET AGAIN, OLD FRIEND. BUT NOW I MUST STEAL AWAY INTO THE NIGHT.


(( run lalla run.. maybe they still alive and you can steal the LB3 to that drg who spam his blu pet))

FULL PARTY !!

-R.T.: back sry my master call me for some... stuff..
-Party: wb wb wb wb..

pew pew pew pew peww-- LB3 NINJA !!!! peeeeeewwwwww
-DRG: -.-'

-R.T: DROOOOOOOOOOOP yeaah !!! got the whisker 18m on hyperion!!! yeaah..


Drin drin!! (summoning bell Idyllshire)

-R.T: ((OMG I HAVE TO RUN TILL THERE... run lalla run ...damn short legs.. run lalla run..))

-R.T: I HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE OF YOU, YOU KNOW.
-Me: Check have a Dyremite web to sell i remember they sell good. 99 gill . oh well.. sell it.
-R T: WE SHALL MEET AGAIN, OLD FRIEND. BUT NOW I MUST STEAL AWAY INTO THE NIGHT.


-R.T: ((so.. 10 minutes till the venture end.. i run to LIMSA and sell that KINGLY WHISKER at black market.. he got 99 gill no need 18m.. so maybe he learn to call me every 5 minutes.. but meh.. what to bring to him.. think lalla.. think.. got it !! He will like that Jack'O Lantern ihihihihi))

SECRET RETAINER PUB IN LIMSA.

-R.T: BARMAN Triple Cream Coffee and Ginger Cookies for everyone of my retainers friends here.. Don't look me like that i will not pay you in ventures.. i have 18m gill to spend don't worry.. and.. you know what i mean.. take out some XXX drink from your desk YOSHI will never know that!" MUUUAHAHAHA !!



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Taru Sclera
Hyperion
Mandragora Choker

[Denyer87]

I know it's somewhere around here... Oh jeez, i always forget what my master asks me to bring, Last time it was an Ink and quill so i could write things down but she threw it away in disgust! Mind you, it was about the 100th time i brought one to her. Would of been handy now however. Oh well i suppose i'll just bring her this tasty looking crayfish, what with all that adventuring she does and i've never seen her eat.

~memoirs of Sandwich the retainer

Rikku Greywolf
Cerberus
Bluebird earrings

[A_Valkyries_Kiss]

Another day, another complaint. "Only two Emporer fish!? I can catch a hundred times that in the time you were gone, what were you doing for eighteen hours!?". I felt I let my secret love down. I understand her grief. The seven others who work for her had all brought her chubs of the lowest quality. I begged and pleaded for one more chance and I saw the apologetic look in her eye. It was just a bad day. She loaned me her fishing gear, I couldn't believe the faith she had in me after my blunder, and off I went.
Now I must admit I am not the best of fishers, sixteen hours into my quest to please my love and still nothing more than furniture and Chubs, I had two hours left and I knew my return would be eagerly awaited. I couldn't fail her, I couldn't!
It struck me! The single greatest idea I think anyone has ever had! I cant fish so great. But cats...cats can!!
I rushed around and found a poor hungry stray cat, and I offered to let him eat some fish if he brought me a big one. His rubbing against me happily seemed to indicate a yes. I took some soft rope wrapping it around his abdomen and held him over the water.
We sat for what seemed like an eternity until the cat started thrashing, no! It wasn't the cat! He had something! It was HUGE! And I didnt see it in my Miqo'te loves filled fishing handbook! Was it a new kind!? She would love that I thought. I revelled in my victory too soon as the cat took a huge bite out of it! I died a little on the inside.
Fifty minutes left from what I could tell of the sun. The day was inching away and the cat had eaten the single greatest fish anyone could have captured. But at least the cat looked happy as he gave an approving nod and jumped back into the water, he must have sensed my distress. One last chance I thought. "We can do this!" I shouted in encouragement.
Twenty minutes to go and realised my arms were getting heavier by the second yet no more fish.
I had to start getting back. I pulled the cat from the water, he must have weighed a tonne he was so fat! He looked towards me sadly as if he was sorry, shaking his head in disappointment. But how could I be mad he was hungry for some time.
*DING DING* How would I explain this one!? I hung my head in shame. I started the explanation about my idea but before I could finish my Miqo'te looked at the cat and then embraced me saying it was the most wonderful gift ever. I couldn't believe my luck.
The Fat Cat now has a home, though next time I think i'll use a more trust worthy animal! Like a dog!

Character: - Ceourlie'da Kyuubi
Server: - Zalera
Choice: - Mandragora Choker
Thank you for reading ^-^

[CherryEggs]

“I did not expect when my mistress took me into her employ that I would fall in love with her.”

Marceaux sighed into his cup while recounting his tale to the interviewer from the Mythril Eye. The verbal buzz of the Quicksand served well to drown out his story from any would-be eavesdroppers. “Surely, you understand: a native son of Gridania is expected to keep to his own kind. Were my family to hear me speak of my love in this way, they would be beside themselves. A Wildwood… smitten with his Lalafellin employer. Yet… even she does not know. Not yet.

“I was emboldened, once, to tell… no, to show her how I felt. Ah, but how awry it went… One day, my mistress bade me go forth on an adventure to bring back some manner of rare curio to her. I was given leave to travel far afield, but I knew precisely where I wished to go.

“I brought myself to the Goldsmiths’ Guild of Ul’dah, where I decided I would barter for practically all of my venture wages, if I must, to commission a ring for my mistress. And, it was there that I discovered the Guild has little interest in the exchange of ventures for pure coin. Or, more to the point, that there was considerable debate as to what my hard-earned ventures would be worth in gil. After a couple hours of pleading and beseeching in negotiation, we could come to no compromise or agreement. I departed promptly thereafter, seeking another way to retrieve a token that would both show the depth of my feelings for my mistress and speak to her heart.

“When I speak of the notion now, I feel foolish, but… I decided that if I could not have the finest goldsmiths in Eorzea create something, then I would do it myself. I have no skill with metals, so I returned to the Greatloam Growery in Gridania, where I sought out the finest and most robust crop of Gysahl greens – recalling the days when children would weave jewellery from grass, reeds… and yes, even Gysahl greens.

“I toiled for hours. My fingers struggled to recall the memories of the techniques from nigh on 30 years ago. And, after almost twelve hours of effort, I completed it: a Gysahl Ring. My plan was, when my lady summoned me again, I would present it to her – along with the confession of my feelings.”

“And I’m guessin’ that didn’t go accordin’ to plan?” the interviewer asked.

“No.” Marceaux shook his head. “When I presented it to my mistress, I had scarce a moment to explain the nature of it before an errant linkpearl message caught her attention. ‘Sorry, Marceaux! Gotta go!’ she said, interrupting my explanation, ‘Thanks for the ring. Never seen anything like it!’

“The lives of adventurers and retainers move so quickly,” Marceaux lamented. “But one day… one day she will know how I feel. By Menphina, I swear it.”
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Character: Momone Mone
Server: Balmung
Prize: Bluebird Earring

[Silyvain]

Once upon a time,
there was a wonderful and strong miqo'te, Jaquen... pity he was lazy and fussy.

One day Silyvain arrives, and he really liked her... and he started to do the shopping for her and carry all her things around (just the not smelly ones).

And then came the Ventures Time....

A Disaster. Full.
After tree nice maps and a precious ink from Jaquen, she gave him the disappointment look, and Shalin-Lala-i-smile-and-work-hard received a green tea with cookies.

...But there is always a Lazy-Solution...

*Jaquen starts hitting and stealing from FC Members Retainers in the beach*

Not a still of blood, not a bead of sweat... and Mistress loves Him!

*voices from other FC Members
-Malm keep? AGAIN?

Character Name : Silyvain Xilys
World : Chaos, Ragnarok
Choice : Scarf of Wondrous Wit

[Vale]

Of the four Retainers under Onion's employ, Beansprout was his favourite. Not that he'd ever say that out loud. Lettuce, Pepper, and Popoto were all Lala's after his own heart.. But Beansprout, that tall powerful Roegadyn just held a warm place within. Perhaps it was the fat cat he brought back the other moon.

As always, Beansprout set off towards adventure and acquisition. His task today was to find something special for his master. But what would you get for the Onion Knight who had it all? Well, most everything. Well.. A few things and a nice suit for fancy occasions. Ser Sprout found himself wandering The Goblet. It was a warm, sunny day. The Roegadyn found himself by a small stream of water and sat to rest his feet. He'd been a busy bear, after all. Not that he was a bear, that is. He was too gentle. Maybe I'll just rest my eyes for a moment.. he thought, sitting down by the water before laying back and closing his eyes. This was the life, a lovely day and a lovely location to enjoy the peace.

Beansprout sat up, stretching. Had he dozed off? If so, how long had it been? Hopefully not too long.. His venture was only to be a bell, after all. He looked up to the sky and staggered before jumping up to his feet. The sky was darkening, he'd been out almost the entire afternoon! Poor Master Onion must've been waiting by the bell for several bells by now! Beansprout panicked, wondering what to do. He gazed around hurriedly, hoping to find something that may please his master. Then he saw it, something that nobody could be without! The Roegadyn saw his prize and snuck up behind it, not wanting to lose his chance..


It had been almost eight bells since Onion sent Beansprout off on his quest. The poor Lalafell worried harder than he had before. Sprouty had never been gone this long before. What if something bad had happened to him? What if he'd gotten lost or hurt? The thoughts were too much to bear! Again, Onion was not a bear either.

"Master Onion! Ah've got yer prize! I'm late but it's worth it!" The panted yells came from behind, and the Onion Knight turned around to see his Retainer running towards him with his "prize" in hand.. Evening came close to an end and Onion and his retainers all sat around at a table, enjoying a drink as a celebration for Beansprouts' return. He'd never dare to ask, but Onion would forever wonder how and why Beansprout came to bring him the rather sheepish looking Elezen man sat beside them at the table sipping away at an ale. Nor, for that matter, why said Elezen had decided to stay. Whatever the case, he was very pretty. If you like that sort've thing. Onion nodded in response to his own thoughts and went back to his tea.


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Character: Onion Brave
Server: Balmung
Prize: Scarf Of Wondrous Wit!

[Assami]

One would be hard pressed to find a better employer than my mistress. She gives me sixteen hours, at the very least, to find something that I believe will take her fancy every day. I do my best to oblige her and in return, she outfits me with gear that is greater than money can buy and grants me a good deal in ventures. Sometimes I feel as if my adventures are just as grand as hers, as i often tussle with foes that not even she has contended with before in order to please her. I've even made a rival out of one such creature, one that I contended with just today in fact.

I was indulging myself in a nice beverage at the tavern in Mor Dhona, sharing tales of my most recent exploits to the locals as I often do. Many who heard my tales doubt their legitimacy, as it is difficult for many to imagine someone of my small, lalafellin stature being capable of wrestling with foes on par with the warrior of light. I swiftly proved my point to those patrons by demonstrating my prowess with a little wager on a friendly duel. More often than not, I would earn my keep of allagan silvers that way, a nice little bonus that always pleases the mistress. And so the merriment continued until the air turned to gloom, signalling that it was time to catch my quarry.

I made my way to the lesser explored southern half of the area, where I saw him emerge from the thick purple gloom. Dodore, the legendary ahriman voidsent from ages past, and he was none too happy to see me again. I quickly stepped away from his advance, avoiding his gaze, and mounted the beast by its tail. The creature thrashed around, trying to throw me off as I held its rear appendage for dear life. Through practiced strength and sheer force of will, I climbed up the tail onto the voidsent's back, where I landed a few good blows to disorient it. With Dodore briefly discombobulated, I grabbed a hold of his still beating wing and ripped it from its socket. No longer able to sustain flight with one wing, the creature and I fell to the ground. Knowing his shadow magic could still easily sear me through, I shoved my claws deep into his retina for good measure. Grounded and blinded, the creature had little choice but to scurry away back into the gloom, allowing me to walk away with my prize.

And so it was that I could return to my mistress shaken, exhausted, and covered in voidsent vitreous fluid, with Dodore's wing in hand. I knew she would make good use of it since she is a skilled leatherworker. She was happy with my contribution as she always is and looks forward to my next one, but I think I'll be spending half of my next venture in a comfy feather bed.


Character name: Triani Assami
World name: Lamia
Preferred Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

[Niet]

Another day, another (ad-)Venture (499 words)
Character name: Rentho'ra Niet
World name: Cerberus
Prize: Bluebird Earring

I always know when my master wakes: ringing the bell to summon me is early in his morning routine. Once more I must inform him that the markets are stale; nothing has sold. He seems okay with this and simply requests that I keep the items as they are. Moving on to today's hunt, I'm expecting Amphipteres again, but no. Today he's deploying me to Azys Lla for Chimera Manes. I guess 326 freshly skinned Amphipteres are enough. Well, whatever he's planning to craft is not my business, so I take my Venture and promptly leave.

Azys Lla, once impenetrably sealed, now conveniently accessible via Aetheryte. I beam in at Helix and am immediately approached by an Aetheryte Node demanding payment. I present my Retainer badge. Thankfully the Adventurer's Guild had been swift to reprogram the Nodes to comply with their policies: it recognises my badge and deactivates itself.

Chimerae nest in the Beta Quadrant, so I travel to the Matter Conduit. It's a long trek, and I am constantly tormented by the sight of adventurers riding Griffins overhead, but I press on. Finally, I have eyes on my quarry.

I open my Hive Grimoire, a gift from my master, to a familiar page. There is written the geometry for summoning Emerald Carbuncle. A familiar page indeed, get it? Bad puns aside, I trace the pattern, drawing power from my Emerald Ring in the process. "Come to me, Silent!" I speak as I complete the arcanum. In a flash of aetheric energy, my fluffy and faithful Carbuncle appears.

Our power combined makes a formidable force, especially as my master equipped me well. I can feel my Asuran gear amplifying my aether as I cast Miasma, Bio II and Bio on my target. "Silent, if you please," I say to my pet, and he emits Shining Emerald to extend my enfeeblements. I unleash Bane to snatch a second Chimera with the same effects. They bear down on me but I stand unflinching as I barrage them with Ruin, while Silent helps take them down. The fight is soon over, with my prey overwhelmed by my arcana.

I sheathe my Grimoire and set about harvesting their manes. The thick, bristly hair could be woven into a felt having strong properties, and would craft into high-end gear. It would certainly fetch a good price. I should consider hunting these in free time to sell for myself...

My absent-mindedness is sharply interrupted as Silent suddenly vaults over my shoulder and releases a powerful Backdraft on a third Chimera, which had been approaching with vengeful thoughts in its primitive mind. I whip out my Grimoire once again and engage. Together we make short work of it, but were it not for my dear Silent's vigilance and swift reactions, this story would have ended quite abruptly!

I finish collecting the manes for my master, give Silent a soft pat before dismissing him back to the aether, and prepare to Teleport back to civilisation. Venture complete.

[Taross]

A Dangerous Game

"So, there I was, fighting my way out of the Shroud with this small band of mercenaries I joined up with, trying to get away from this band of delusional Moogles . With The Wanderers' Luck itself on my side I manage to snag along an axe so I could take SOMETHING back to my contract..." The Lalafellin woman peered at her cards, waiting for the four others at her table to make their move before she continued.
"And when I finally give him this Moogle-made axe, he looks at it and and has the guts to tell me he rather hoped for one of those fancy Allagan beanbags... I fold..." She huffed and put her cards away.
"That's a godsdamned shame... I call." The Hyur to her left said while sliding over some Ventures.
The center of the table was filled with Venture tokens while a crate to the side read 'Prize Bin'. The game they played was simple; whomever had the most tokens at the end got to pick from the crate first, followed by the runner-up and so on. The small stack of tokens in front of her said she was going to be picking the bottom of the proverbial barrel though.
Two Elezen put down their hand first, neither of them looking very happy. At least one of them still had three Kings, the other had clearly been bluffing.
Next up was a Roegadyn who had been grinning ever since his hand was dealt. The man was impossible to read with his big dumb smile and had been winning so big she'd almost think he was cheating.
"Read and despair..." He boomed across the table "This old marauder is going to Flush the winnings Straight into his pocket." He put down his cards starting with an Ace, followed by a well-made image of Raubahn. He was in the middle of showing his next card, represented by Nanamo when an alarum suddenly went off.
"Thall's Balls!" the Hyur called out, "Time!"
And with those words the game was called short. The Venture tokens on the table were completely forgotten when almost everyone made a mad dash for the crate and grabbed the first thing they could get their hands on, leaving the diminutive fifth to sigh softly. She gathered the coin left there by the others, seeing no need in letting good venture tokens go to waste and tipped over the crate to see what was left for her.
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"A... flounder... thanks..." The words from the adventurer taking the fish in his hands could not be more disappointed and she knew the poor creature would be reduced to a handful of sand the moment she left the Lavender Beds. "Here's some more tokens... Try and do your best, I guess."
She took the two bits and secured them with the rest of her stash before bowing and heading back towards Ul'Dah. Determined to do her best and play better this time.

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Character Name: Taross Blackburn
World: Excalibur, Primal Datacenter
Prize Choice: Scarf of Wondrous Wit
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[Tyo_Green]

Tyo Molkoh
Balmung
Bluebird Earring


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Open cupboard. Blue suit. red tie. Grey pants. Part hair with perfumed gel from a grey cup. Brush teeth, examine bored reflection of plain boring man. Spit. Rinse.

Grab acceptable pickaxe for work. Keys in hand head out to catch the chocobo keep, three streets away. Stand in sliver of shade, eyes squinted against the glare of morning. Scratch together few gil remaining, stink of horsebird for the rest of the day.

Groups of people, dressed in uniform, splashes of acceptable colour here and there but nothing outrageous. Nothing new. The same tired graffiti etching the walls of boring buildings and the same creamy gum, hardened by the hot western sun, stuck to the same spots on the same seats.

Usual boring chatter in Backroom. waiting to be pulled away by obnoxious twang of the silver button. People stand, leave in unison, mouths moving with no words. Hand slips into my pocket and I quiver.The soft touch Allagan Silk on calloused pads ...my mind slips back.

The Master had looked at me strangely, green eyes full of judgment. A trained miner, even when decked in suit and tie, usually had grit on his pants and sweat on his brow. He was probably more confused to what I had been doing in for the last hour. I slipped my hands behind my back, a single sheet of silk crumpled in my trembling hand as, voice wavering, I replied “No...nothing of interest.”

A few fumbled venture transactions later and I had my prize, hidden safely in the depths of my pocket and a pallor crawling up my neck as slick as the sheen on my spontaneous theft . It was forbidden .But when I saw it, caught prettily on a washing line... how could I hand it to him?

Only the retainer waiting room looming out of the grey masses dribbling along the footpath could squash my new found high, at once reality crawled back under my skin with the intent of dashing me against the flagstones underfoot.A stolen venture? I would be arrested.

A public restroom, the stench of chemical and something foul decaying beneath the unwashed sink. The burning, bitter taste of nervous bile, rising, rising. The door swings shut and the lock clicks duly, engaged. My feet hit the suspiciously marked floor softly, before unsteady hands remove MY silk from its hiding place . I steady myself. Each frantic breath slowing and calming as I press it to my sun-aged cheeks.

Who knew why I had chosen that particular venture, or why the crinkle of the of the creamy silk had caught my eye. I felt liberated, awakened from the monotonous dream of my daily existence. I was no longer a faceless number carving tracks along the litter stretched roads; plodding onward to the Master’s bell ring and slinking home with my tarnished collection of venture coins and the remnants of a lonely dinner stuck to my blue jacket.

I wonder if the rogue’s guild has openings?