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

[AlustriousFall]

“AH” Alu yawned after finishing the last of the spears requested by the lancer department, with this he finally had enough money to move into the Free Company lodgings. He was so excited to be free of living in the inn, but he was appreciative to Mother Miounne for letting him stay there.

So Alu set off to the lavender beds with a jaunt in his step. Upon arriving he was shown to his room and began to unpack his things, the room was quite large for a lalafell but in Alu’s mind he knew exactly what he would build to furnish it. But he had had an exciting day and was quite tired so he decided to slip into his silken pyjamas and leapt into bed for the night.
Alu drifted to sleep very easily his muscles saw from how hard he had worked today. Several hours past and Alu, who looked so comfortable in his new bedding, had not even stirred for his usual night time bathroom break.

“graagghhhh” – a bellow came from beyond the door, the noise waking Alu immediately, he puzzled to himself “what was that?” a brief break in his voice as he’d never heard anything quite like it. Shrugging it off he lay back down to sleep. “graaghhh!” much louder this time almost as though it were moving closer to his door, Alu shot upright with a small wave of panic shooting through his spine, his eyes affixed to the door. Hours seemed to pass in the space of seconds Alu remained unmoving as though breathing would be his downfall, then a third time he heard the noise “GragGHHHH!” It shook Alu to his core but also slapped him out of his petrified state. Reaching for his saw and a candle he prepared himself to face this creature like the warriors of light before him.

He slowly cracked the door open candle in hand and saw on his belt and nothing before him except darkness and a small light shining through the window of the main entrance from the lamps outside.
“GraGHHH!!” Alu heard the noise once more it was almost painful to his ears the monstrous noise coming from some beast within his residence, he was shocked and wanted to run but even though he wasn’t as strong as the warriors he was just as brave and proceeded towards the noise.

The beast rose from its position completely eclipsing Alu who reached for his saw but in his panic dropped his candle which rolled behind the creature further silhouetting the beast against its light. The beast began to move two massive mandibles at
Alu who could do nothing but accept his fate. The mandibles crushed into him and his ribs began to explode from the pressure, he let out a cry of pain.

When the lights came on an angry Elyonn stood to observe the image of a giant Roegadyn embracing Alu.
“My venture was a success master Alu” exclaimed Silent Mountain.

[AlustriousFall]

Character Name: Alustrious Fall
World Name: Zodiark
Prize Choice: Noble barding

for post above sorry

[Balipu]

Based on a true story.

Naga was out of her depth. Her mission given by Lady Kisaragi was an easy one. Leave Othard, go to Eorzea, and pave the way for anyone who might have to flee the Garlean rule. The lady of Wutai was not as optimistic as the Domans. For her part, Naga did a perfect job. Not only did she out all the cooking and weaving skills she learned as lady in waiting to good use, she also learned the arts of ninjutsu and saved
Eorzea. But now she was scared.
Zombies? Easy. Vampires? Nothing. Imperial Legatuses? Old News. Gods? Kills them regularly. Lalafell sized women speaking in rhymes? That's pretty scary, but she can be reasoned with.
But now she was in the middle of the Sylphlands, with the wind-up-shantotto and her nation conquesting powers in the hand of her retainer, and her fellow Scions nowhere to be seen. This place was truly terrifying. Not only was it filled with hostile sentient cabbages, but everything was a trap. Giant mushroom? Attacks. Treasure Chest? Bites. Y'shtola bound and gagged by vines dangling from a tree? A disguised sylph. Giant toads that grab you with their smelly tongoes from yalms away? Those are real.
And just when it seems things could not get any worse, colour drained from the world. Everything turned a dull grey and even sounds died.
- Seven hells, what did they do this time?
Sneaking around she found a group of tempered sylphs. She didn't speak a word in old high sylphic, but she still understood, much to her horror, that the sylph were as terrified as she was. Whatever happened is worse than this place. And not even the Lord of Levin can stop it.
She was getting ready to shriek when suddenly a hand covered her mouth and she was dragged behind a few bushes. Her attacker pressed a blade to her neck.
- Remember the time we first met under the Sultan Tree? Who was with us?
- Thancred. Why did you attack me? And what are you talking about? We first met in the Waking Sands.
- Good. You are the real you. Sorry about that, but I had to be sure. Things were pretty bad as they were, but now we have to deal with the Dark Divinity as well.
- Wait, what? Odin? This is Odin?
- Yes. This is how he makes his presence known in the Shroud. We can't be sure where he is. Might be on the other end of the forest. Or he could be around the corner.
- Wasn't he slain last week?
- Yes. And the week before. He always comes back.
- Wonderful. What do we do now? Hang on, How do I know you are the real Thancred?.....

Naga Murasaki
Cerberus

[Velvet-Sky]

Character name; Isabelle Lightwood'
World name; Odin
In-game Prize: Mandragora Choker.

Isabelle's Nightmare



Isabelle was delivered a heavily damaged and blood soaked letter by a demon wearing the skin of foot solider that was in charge of guarding the Haukke Manor. Izzy knew that the demon was only taunting her, trying to bait into coming to it, so it could attempt to kill the Warrior of Light.

A loud cackle ripped through the air when she re-entered the manor. Materializing in front of her was a skull with curved horns kept itself afloat through a weird blue aura around it. The demon taunted Isabelle mentally as she could hear its voice in her head. She wouldn’t react, she wasn’t going to give it the satisfaction. The demon split itself into three parts and scattered around the manor. This is a game of Cat and Mouse it was going to lose. No sooner it vanished, did its minions start to rise.

“I was wondering when you would come and visit me again” a soft voice rang out.

What Izzy saw shocked her, walking towards her with arms stretched wide was Edda. She was speechless, she knew that this wasn’t her Edda, but still, it hurt to see her, again even in death being taken advantage of. Before she knew it, Izzy has sunk her dagger deep into copy and watched as it faded away.

She had encountered more faces from her past as vanquished her foes, its undead minions took the form of friends and even family. She struck them all down but it hurt everytime. The second head took the form of a past scion. She had thrown the blade between its eyes before it opened its mouth. But it was the form of the third that hurt the most.

“My friend! It’s wonderful to see you again”

Isabelle froze as the man approached her, his arms open in feverent approval. Isabelle took a step back in shock as he took one forward until he was face to face with her. The sound of steel ripping flesh fills the air as the copy went to close the distance between the two. Isabelle sank to the ground in silent despair, she doesn’t know how long she was there until she felt a pair of familiar arms around her. She looks to see her partner embracing her but when she sees his face, she screams in terror and everything fades to black.
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Izzy woke up in a panic breathing heavily. She recognises the surroundings as her partner’s bedchambers. She turns to see his sleeping form beside her. Suddenly remembering her dream, Isabelle punches her partner’s shoulder in a rage rousing him from his sleep.

“Ow! What was that for?!” he exclaims sleepily.

“I’m mad at you!” Izzy shouts back.

“Why what did I do?” he asks now fully awake.

“You killed me in my dream!” Izzy huffs as she turns over and lies back down.

“Women…” her partner mutters as he settles back down beside her.