Saturday, September 02, 2006

Qufim Island

“Party? Do you need it?” a Galka called to me.

“Yes!” I shouted as I jumped to my feet.

I had started to nod off a bit after seeking for so long at the beginning of the dark tunnel. The swooshing sound of the bat wings gets almost hypnotic after awhile.

“Good. Meet us at the mouth of the tunnel near the flag. We’re going to start on worms.”

“Great,” I thought, “back to worms.”

I had to chuckle to myself at the thought. Just when I was starting to feel like I was really getting to be a tough seasoned adventure I was back to killing the type of beast that I had broken in my first sword on as a warrior in West Ronfaure.

I started my race down the tunnel. I didn’t know what would try to attack me here so I just gave everything as much room as I could. Better safe than down in the sand again.

All the sudden the tunnel abruptly narrowed and a very plump looking beast was floating near me with a sword dancing above his head. He did not look friendly. I came to a skidding stop and backed away slowly but it was too late. Apparently I had done something very offensive to him. It made a sickening shriek and raised his wiry arm to strike me.

This is the point in the story where I would like to say some gallant hansom Red Mage raced up and saved me at just the right moment. Our eyes would lock and he would tell me I was the most stunning vision of beauty he had ever seen. We would ride off into the sunset on a white chocobo and live happily ever after spending our lives together battling side by side for peace in Vana’diel but sadly this was not my fate.

I knew a lost cause when I saw one so I spun on my heal to run for my life. I’m sure I got a good five steps before I was dead. Quite and accomplishment really considering what I was up against. At least that’s what I told myself.

A Taru White Mage who introduced himself as Petru arrived not long after and raised me. I must have had that squeaky new adventure look about me.

He smiled warmly and said, “Hello! You really should be more careful. You need silent oil or sneak cast on you if you’re going to charge a Dancing Weapon like that. They can hear you coming and they delight in a new adventure blood bath.”

Petru cast sneak on me and bowed to leave. I’m sure he was chuckling to himself as he bounded back to Jeuno. Really how could he help himself?

In my defense I have to state that I didn’t exactly charge it. Not on purpose at least.

I thanked him for the raise, the sneak, and advice and continued on my way as well. I tried to shake off the embarrassment of dieing before I even reached my party and sped along to try to make up lost time.

I saw my group at the flag as planned. Not what I would call an impressive bunch compared to the travelers at the auction house but all about my league.

“Ok now that everyone is here lets get started!” our leader said.

“About time.” Someone said as I heard a swoosh sound pass behind my head.

All of the sudden a Gigas came stomping our direction. Hands down the largest thing I had ever seen. None too attractive too though I’m sure he must have thought the same about me.

At this point panic broke out among the party. We all gave it a gallant effort but it was kinda a lost cause. Especially when the healer turned tail and ran for his life. Long story short: We all died.

“I wonder what the Gigas woman look like.” I thought as I lay on the ground unable to move. “Can you even tell the men from the woman? Maybe this was a woman? Maybe that’s why she’s so angry. She just wants to feel pretty.”

It wasn’t long before someone came to raise us. This area seemed to be a busy spot.

“Ok,” the Galka grumbled, “One more try except the warrior does not under any condition get to take the first shot at anything or he’s out of the group. We hunt worms first. Let’s try not to do anything too stupid this time.”

“No problem Brock.” The warrior humbly said. “Sorry man. I got a little excited. I didn’t mean to actually release the arrow. Thanks for the second chance.”

It wasn’t so bad after that. Really. We even managed to get my level back plus one. Just another ordinary day in Qufim Island.

5 comments:

Bariko said...

*chuckles* Another nice entry, as expected. I really enjoy your writing style. You almost make me want to go back to the game. =P

Alison the Amazing Thief said...

*evil laughs* They all come back...

Dantaro said...

Huh, interesting. I really enjoy reading this blog, its a good reminder of the old days. Keep it up ^^

Anonymous said...

Hi Alison its Dave, How many times have you died? And is there a posibility you will never return from one of those deaths? This seems to be a very interesting game.

Alison the Amazing Thief said...

Hi Dave. I don’t know if this blog is really a representative of how most people play this game but I hope its enjoyable reading all the same. These stories become more about the players than the quests, experience parties, and missions that take up most of our game time. I think that's what makes the game so addictive is that we make friends.

As for dieing I guess knocked out without hope of recovery on my own would be a better description but either way by the power of raise I have died and lived at least a hundred times. Good times.