Spooky Story Contest (EU) - Entry thread

[eemm02]

Day 276, Emelia Lancea (Dragoon by trade), 'Warrior of Light' reporting for duty roulette. Only a handful of tomestones short of new gear and 1 sticker short of weekly wondrous tails completion... how hard can one run be?

Duty Finder is the tool of choice; she should have known this spelt disaster from the beginning... Neverreap! Never-end? Never-fast? Never-weep? Nevertheless, with strength and lightning-fast skill speed at hand she jumped, phlebotomised and heavy thrusted her way to the final boss. Actually, things were looking pretty good - quite a competent party on hand, strong DPS support, confident heals and a sturdy tank. A fast clear is actually in sight. One last boss, that's it, one last boss.

Readied and raring to go, the party take the final step of faith together, jumping the gorge to the final boss arena... that's when it all went horribly wrong. I know what you're thinking, the party fell apart, right? The healer died to the adds? Emelia elusive jumped off the edge? The tank forgot to tank? You'd be right on 99% of occasions, but NO! The unimaginable happened... one single jump across the gorge and Emelia was left standing pantsless.

Pantsless? I hear you ask. Yes, pantsless. An unfortunate glitch has actually resulted in a final boss encounter with Emelia and a lack of trousers. Much to her party's delight and laughter, Emelia is left to deal damage to the boss with more exposed than her damage per second. A nightmare situation for anyone, coupled with the distraction of emotes from fellow teammates as they laughed and screamed in delight at the half naked Au Ra trying her best to appear as a worthy opponent for Waukkeon. It was, however, all in vain.

Shame or unfortunately timed jumps in AOEs, (likely a mix of both), ended in Emelia's untimely death. Much like the sorrowful end that came to our beloved Haurchefant, Emelia met an end of almost equal tragedy. Lying bare bottomed and shamed at what was leading to the peak of the Warrior of Light's career. A new title she would don...

'LOLDRG'.

Here ends a tale of horror and shame based on the real life events of Emelia Lancea, gone from us 31/10/2016. May the twelve forever guard her departed soul... and her exposed rear end.

[eemm02]

Day 276, Emelia Lancea (Dragoon by trade), 'Warrior of Light' reporting for duty roulette. Only a handful of tomestones short of new gear and 1 sticker short of weekly wondrous tails completion... how hard can one run be?

Duty Finder is the tool of choice; she should have known this spelt disaster from the beginning... Neverreap! Never-end? Never-fast? Never-weep? Nevertheless, with strength and lightning-fast skill speed at hand she jumped, phlebotomised and heavy thrusted her way to the final boss. Actually, things were looking pretty good - quite a competent party on hand, strong DPS support, confident heals and a sturdy tank. A fast clear is actually in sight. One last boss, that's it, one last boss.

Readied and raring to go, the party take the final step of faith together, jumping the gorge to the final boss arena... that's when it all went horribly wrong. I know what you're thinking, the party fell apart, right? The healer died to the adds? Emelia elusive jumped off the edge? The tank forgot to tank? You'd be right on 99% of occasions, but NO! The unimaginable happened... one single jump across the gorge and Emelia was left standing pantsless.

Pantsless? I hear you ask. Yes, pantsless. An unfortunate glitch has actually resulted in a final boss encounter with Emelia and a lack of trousers. Much to her party's delight and laughter, Emelia is left to deal damage to the boss with more exposed than her damage per second. A nightmare situation for anyone, coupled with the distraction of emotes from fellow teammates as they laughed and screamed in delight at the half naked Au Ra trying her best to appear as a worthy opponent for Waukkeon. It was, however, all in vain.

Shame or unfortunately timed jumps in AOEs, (likely a mix of both), ended in Emelia's untimely death. Much like the sorrowful end that came to our beloved Haurchefant, Emelia met an end of almost equal tragedy. Lying bare bottomed and shamed at what was leading to the peak of the Warrior of Light's career. A new title she would don...

'LOLDRG'.

Here ends a tale of horror and shame based on the real life events of Emelia Lancea, gone from us 31/10/2016. May the twelve forever guard her departed soul... and her exposed rear end.





Emelia Lancea
Ragnarok
Chocobo Noble Barding

[Sinnatious]

She'd been but an ethereal voidsent, trapped in the yellowed pages of the Necrologos, until chance found her wandering the crags of Northern Thanalan, set loose without purpose. The leaves of her prison fluttered away, stained with the blood of an unlucky cultist, and she found herself restless. Wandering. Searching for her fellows.

It was then when she had seen him. The ahriman.

It had been just a moment. A glimpse shared, as the ahriman flew with purpose down the beaten road. Purpose she had lacked since her summoning.

He had seen her. She had caught her own reflection in that large, fathomless eye, framed by the light of orange crystals.

And the voidsent had purpose once more.

They were not the same kind, but it mattered little to the voidsent. She had seen many damned souls, and judged their worth, and the ahriman was worthy.

Yet still... the ahriman was not like the others, enraptured by the corrupted aether, content to laze in its glow. Always going somewhere, too swift for her to reach the road in time. He passed by regularly, whip like tail swirling lazily through the air, leathery wings leaving trails in the ceruleum smoke.

They never exchanged more than a glance, but that regular acknowledgement fed her desire, grew her certainty.

She would try to follow, but his purpose was strong, and her form wraith-like and slow.

So she waited, and waited, hidden in the crevices, form shadowed in the glow of orange crystal. Each time, a little closer to the road. A little riskier, a little bolder, all for the chance that next time, they would have the opportunity to exchange more than a glance. That next time, she would be fast enough to follow. To help, in whatever purpose the ahriman dedicated himself so steadfastly to.

Then one day she saw him first, drifting up the road.

This time, she would reveal herself, make herself known. She rushed into place, mere moments before he could arrive. In a burst of darkness, she formed, corporeal, wings stretched wide in greeting.

Only too late did she register the adventurer upon his back.

In the reflection of her love's eye, there was the only the flash of steel, and the spatter of voidsent blood.

The Warrior of Light wiped a stray speck of crimson from the edge of their armour. Rather unusual behaviour for a voidsent in the ceruleum fields, especially one so weak as to die with a single blow. No matter. They remounted their ahriman, continuing the journey to Bluefog with no further thought to strange voidsent.


Character name: Sinnatious Sone
World: Siren
Prize: Noble Chocobo Barding

[Jonnywithoutah]

Quite tough squeezing it down into less than 500 words but here it is:

The Deep

The darkness was as solid as the mountain above. It felt like the entire weight of the world were pressing against him, burying him forever in pitch-black.

Choco had never been scared of the dark, but then he'd never felt a dark as deep and ancient as this.

One minute he'd been sneaking through the mines with Y'ithya, the young trainee, investigating unusual Aetherial patterns for the Arcanist Guild, the next he was falling, the earth swallowing him up.

Praying to Oschon for guidance, he began feeling his way forwards, trying to establish facts to give him an anchor of logic in a sea of vast nothingness. He noted the lack of support structures the Kobolds built in their tunnels, the slight increase in temperature. He was definitely below the mines, which made the warmth likely to come from -

“Sneaking – skulking, prowling, sneaking!”

Choco spun as the words echoed into emptiness – It was impossible to place where the voice had come from as he peered pointlessly into the looming black. Noises like growling birds burst from nowhere.
Other things were here. And they were laughing.

“What is it?” Asked a voice, higher pitched than the first.
“Ours now” said the first voice. “A gift for the Lord of Crags.”
“A gift, a gift!” the second voice chirruped “To win his love – affection, fervor, love!”

And then a third voice, reminiscent of rocks breaking; a voice for fissures, commanded: “Get it”.

Choco turned and bolted, hands reaching blindly as he stumbled upon rocks, grazed his forehead against a low ceiling; chased by howling screeches and skittering.
Bumping the labyrinthine walls, Choco kept pushing forwards until...

A glimpse of light. A shard of crystal in a recess in the wall. Choco reached, stretching as far as possible, his fingers scrabbling on the stones and string? Grasping, Choco pulled the string and the crystal came with it.

“Trapped – Cornered, captured, trapped!” said a gleeful voice and Choco turned back, holding up the pendant and illuminating the cave around him.

Reflected in the pendant's light were the dull orange eyes of hundreds of Kobolds. They were swarming the walls, the floors, even climbing upside down on the ceiling.

Choco had no chance.

His thoughts turned to his friends and family, to Y'ithya. Was she safe? Would she make it out, would she get help?

As the excited beasts stalked slowly forwards, a brilliant light burst from the pendant, and Choco felt himself being pulled away...

The wind woke him. Sitting up, he took in his surroundings – He was at Camp Overlook. Y'ithya was too.

A fissure opened up and he was gone, she explained. She ran for help when suddenly he appeared out of thin air clutching an Aetheryte Pendulum.

“What happened?” She asked, but Choco shook his head – He would never forget the darkness crawling beneath the earth, but he was in no rush to relive it.

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Character Name: Choco Maestro
World: Zodiark
Prize: Noble Chocobo Barding