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Zeuzio
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CloseSpeaking of skills...
Could I fill that empty slot with Yell? The one that grants +1 speed from FFT?
author=Main Menu
Skills
Accumulate: (Raise my own attack power(attack rolls)by 1.)
Heal: (Heal up harmful status effects from an ally.)
Wish: (Sacrifice HP to restore twice as much to an ally.)
Air Render: (Skill Power * RND + Attack Power = Damage.)
Empty Slot: (.)
HP+40%: (HP X 0.4 + Base HP = New HP Total (Rounded up)) Passive Skill
HP+20%: (HP X 0.2 + Base HP = New HP Total (Rounded up)) Passive Skill
Lucky: (+1 Finding Loot Roll, 10% More Gil Gain) Passive Skill
Could I fill that empty slot with Yell? The one that grants +1 speed from FFT?
Speaking of high hopes this game is back in swing, I'm heading it Spain. If I can't find wifi and have my buddy's laptop, this game is going to be really slow for the next week.
xavion
0
Alright so unless there is a catch I'll go Focus, Warp, Thunder, and Stone for my Black Mage skills.
Number Votes
Archeia - 25
Ceal - 24
rabitZ - 73
Ques - 19
Chears (via irc) - 44
The Number (Random) - 79! However, there's only 5 of you, so you all get one! Whoop~
rabitZ gets Deathblow Materia!
Chears gets Poison Materia!
Archeia gets HP <--> MP Materia!
Ceal gets Heal Materia!
Ques gets Final Attack Materia!
Leaon Squallheart
The stoic familiar-looking individual declares boldly, "I hav mi revange..." but loses interest in the situation. He flips back his hair and says, "whatever," before walking off into the desert.
It's a good thing he has the Reraise ability.
+Reraise spell!
Whoever this mysterious individual is, he probably shouldn't come back. We'll see, won't we?
MrChearlie
Ignoring Leaon's scene, MrChearlie greets Khos and the drunk named Arthur.
"Hi!"
While Khos wandered off to try and forget the situation, Arthur remains.
"Hey there, -hick- You guys wanted to go up, right? I think I can -hick- help with that one."
Locke
The area is covered with smoke now, making it easier to dip and duck past the leagues of Random Encounters awaiting you. Now that you are faced with the opening, unthwarted, you make a downward thrust of your forearm as if to say "Yes!" This cavern was too easy! It's almost as if the monsters of the world avoided it. Come to think of it, while you dipped and ducked through the smoke, you really weren't ducking around much.
Shrugging off the matter, you proceed towards the exit. As your foot steps on something, you stop. Not quite... ground. Giving the thing a tap with your toes to see if it's safe to continue, the ground errupts upwards. Instead of tossing you backwards, you find yourself being lifted through the air. As if the entire floor was simply raising up. It's too dark to tell what exactly is going on, however the rush of wind tells you one thing: You are going up.
The roof suddenly seems to give way as two giant red arms crush the earth apart like butter. At last you are rocketted away, landing on your ass in the sand.
Turning around, you bare witness to the anomaly.
Looming over you is a giant red beast. A sheer force of nature.
A creature so powerful to behold, you would swear it is some sort of bio-weapon.
A big red bio-weapon.
...a Ruby WEAPON.
HP: ???,???
MP: ????
Skills: Big Swing, Comet2, Whirlsand, Ruby Flame, Ultima, Shadow Flare.
Immune to Status Effects
When all seems lost in the Shadow of the Colossus, you notice a sword beside you in the sand. It looks pretty powerful.
As your hand slips around it, a form of energy swells inside you.
This is the Ultima Weapon. You feel it in your bones. This weapon is somehow tied to your destiny.
+1 Ultima Weapon!
Meanwhile...
The darkness opens. Where is Seymour? That bastard has evaded you both! Whatever. Take the exit, or else remain stuck again...
An opening sprouts from the sand, and out walk EvilEagles and Elements.
"What devilry was that about?" EvilEagles demands.
"Forget it. We have greater problems at the moment," Elements shushes.
"Greater? Greater how, pray? That land was like the bowels of hell, without the heat or flame!"
"Becareful with your words. The devil himself is on us," Elements declares, pointing to a giant red monster.
EvilEagles turns and nearly drops his sword. "By the Summons..."
EvilEagles and Elements join Locke's Party!
Archeia - 25
Ceal - 24
rabitZ - 73
Ques - 19
Chears (via irc) - 44
The Number (Random) - 79! However, there's only 5 of you, so you all get one! Whoop~
rabitZ gets Deathblow Materia!
Chears gets Poison Materia!
Archeia gets HP <--> MP Materia!
Ceal gets Heal Materia!
Ques gets Final Attack Materia!
Leaon Squallheart
The stoic familiar-looking individual declares boldly, "I hav mi revange..." but loses interest in the situation. He flips back his hair and says, "whatever," before walking off into the desert.
It's a good thing he has the Reraise ability.
+Reraise spell!
Whoever this mysterious individual is, he probably shouldn't come back. We'll see, won't we?
MrChearlie
Ignoring Leaon's scene, MrChearlie greets Khos and the drunk named Arthur.
"Hi!"
While Khos wandered off to try and forget the situation, Arthur remains.
"Hey there, -hick- You guys wanted to go up, right? I think I can -hick- help with that one."
Locke
The area is covered with smoke now, making it easier to dip and duck past the leagues of Random Encounters awaiting you. Now that you are faced with the opening, unthwarted, you make a downward thrust of your forearm as if to say "Yes!" This cavern was too easy! It's almost as if the monsters of the world avoided it. Come to think of it, while you dipped and ducked through the smoke, you really weren't ducking around much.
Shrugging off the matter, you proceed towards the exit. As your foot steps on something, you stop. Not quite... ground. Giving the thing a tap with your toes to see if it's safe to continue, the ground errupts upwards. Instead of tossing you backwards, you find yourself being lifted through the air. As if the entire floor was simply raising up. It's too dark to tell what exactly is going on, however the rush of wind tells you one thing: You are going up.
The roof suddenly seems to give way as two giant red arms crush the earth apart like butter. At last you are rocketted away, landing on your ass in the sand.
Turning around, you bare witness to the anomaly.
Looming over you is a giant red beast. A sheer force of nature.
A creature so powerful to behold, you would swear it is some sort of bio-weapon.
A big red bio-weapon.
...a Ruby WEAPON.
HP: ???,???
MP: ????
Skills: Big Swing, Comet2, Whirlsand, Ruby Flame, Ultima, Shadow Flare.
Immune to Status Effects
When all seems lost in the Shadow of the Colossus, you notice a sword beside you in the sand. It looks pretty powerful.
As your hand slips around it, a form of energy swells inside you.
This is the Ultima Weapon. You feel it in your bones. This weapon is somehow tied to your destiny.
+1 Ultima Weapon!
Meanwhile...
The darkness opens. Where is Seymour? That bastard has evaded you both! Whatever. Take the exit, or else remain stuck again...
An opening sprouts from the sand, and out walk EvilEagles and Elements.
"What devilry was that about?" EvilEagles demands.
"Forget it. We have greater problems at the moment," Elements shushes.
"Greater? Greater how, pray? That land was like the bowels of hell, without the heat or flame!"
"Becareful with your words. The devil himself is on us," Elements declares, pointing to a giant red monster.
EvilEagles turns and nearly drops his sword. "By the Summons..."
EvilEagles and Elements join Locke's Party!
xavion
0
First of all you used the wrong stone, I meant the basic earth element attack that shoots a stone at them not turns them into stone. I'll also swap Laser and Ram Charge for Poison and Blind.
I eat a Gnomish Bread.
More Hallucinations For Me.
I eat a Gnomish Bread.
More Hallucinations For Me.
Zeuzio
3787
"uh, yeah. That's why we came all the over to see you in the first place, Arthur. So how do we get out of here?"
LockeZ
I'd really like to get rid of LockeZ. His play style is way too unpredictable. He's always like this too. If he ran a country, he'd just kill and imprison people at random until crime stopped.
5958
Oh, shit. Ruby Weapon. I'm only like the equivalent of level 15 or something. Shit shit shit. What do I do?
Oh, right. Of course.
I steal.
Oh, right. Of course.
I steal.
I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body and fire is my blood
I have created over a thousand blades
Unknown to Death, Nor known to Life
Have withstood pain to create many weapons
Yet, those hands will never hold anything
So as I pray, Unlimited Darkside.
Steel is my body and fire is my blood
I have created over a thousand blades
Unknown to Death, Nor known to Life
Have withstood pain to create many weapons
Yet, those hands will never hold anything
So as I pray, Unlimited Darkside.
Scinaya
1014
I shall equip the Final Attack materia. Also shall accept the feedbag deal hungrily and carry Ceal around like a proper princess at least!
Arthur
After sobering up a bit, and having gathered everyone in the house that Allen Hunter died in, Arthur began to explain the situation.
"...it began a few years back. That is to say, years for me. I'm from the future. A time-traveller. In the future, my world was being destroyed by the Pureland water entity. The leader of the rebels, Borgin, sent myself and three others into the past. Our mission was to improve the rebels' chances against our foes."
"Curtis, Gloria and Myron were true companions. We had many adventures. One such, led to the town of Lae, where we found the Flushex unit. After our next time-jump, however, it all went south. We crashed in the snowy moutains far north of here. There, we met a group of bandits led by a Don. In fear of this dangerous situation, the Don and his bandits and my group partied up. Not ten minutes later, we received a red card and were sent here. I quickly raised the ranks to being in charge. Not long after, my party disbanded. The Don and his bandits left for the junkyard, while Curtis and Myron left into the desert, never to be seen again. It all led to my drinking problem, which further led to Gloria leaving me. She was swallowed whole by a Sandworm."
There was silence in the room. Everyone was listening intently, except for Xavion, who was tripping on Gnomish Bread.
Xavion
While the drug-induced coma led to drooling and a continuous spewing of colour around your brain, a few words trickled in from Arthur's rambling.
Borgin, borgin, borgin, borgin, borgin...
Flushex, Flushex, Flushhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
The colour swirls around, flushing into your empty eye sockets. The universe sucks into your skull until there is nothing buy your own flesh and blood. Suddenly you fold in on yourself and get sucked into your eyesockets as well.
There is nothing now. Black everywhere. Bubbles of inky colour blobs spill upwards like a lavalamp. You fall through the blackness and land on a inky colour blob and drift upwards.
The colour blob you rest on is so comfortable, you fall asleep. When you open your eyes a second later, the world is nothing but acid turquoise green and you are sitting on a big mushroom. Nearby sits a beautiful fairy facing away from you.
The fairy's body is beautiful and naked. As she turns towards you, her face is like a frog. She ribbits at you, but it isn't 'ribbit'. It's 'borgin'.
"I need to Lae down," you think.
Lae Lae Lae Lae Lae...
Lae. Flushex. Borgin. Slowly, the hallucinations fade. You slip into a dark pit of memory. You remember!
Xavion's Flashback:
"Listen closely, my son. The children I send in the future will not succeed their mission without the Flushex. You must reach them in the past to give it to them!"
"Why not just give it to them now? Before they leave?" asks a silver-haired boy.
Borgin shakes his great bearded head. "Nah, you must understand. The tapestry of time is fragile as it is. We cannot directly influence the past in the present. We must present the past with a new future."
"But how will I get back to the past?"
At this, Borgin lightens up.
He presses a button on the wall, which lowers a platform. The opening beyond the lowering platform billows smoke, and from that smoke, out rolls...
...an airship.
"Welcome to my latest experiment," Borgin says excitedly. "This is the big one! The one I've been waiting for all my life!"
"Uh, well, it's an airship--" the silver-haired boy observes.
"--Stay with me, Vixano. All your questions will be answered. Roll the tape!"
Vixano blinks as he is handed a camcorder. The likes of which, he had never held.
Nevertheless, Vixano holds up the machine and presses record, trying his best to capture Borgin.
Borgin stands nervously at attention. "Good evening, my name is Doctor Borgin Borgin, I'm standing on the landing bay of the Talon mk.1... It's Saturday morning. October 26, Present Timeline. 1:18 am. And this is Temporal Experiment Number 1."
At this point, he takes the camera away from Vixano and handing it to a NPC. He then claps his hands and waves into the airship as if Vixano is a dog.
"Come on, Vixie, let's go! Here boy!"
Borgin hands the flustered child a strange-looking device, as he sits down and is strapped in.
"Now, remember. You are to go back into the Past Timeline and wait in Lae for my pupils Arthur, Curtis, Gloria, and Myron. You will probably be there a long time, but when you finally meet the heroes, make sure to hand them this item. It's the Flushex."
"What's a Flushex?" Vixano wonders.
"Ah, lad, it is a device that allows the user to return to their human shape, after changing forms by devouring robot or beast chunks."
"W-what?"
"Now, remember, go to Lae. Wait there for Arthur and his cohorts. Then history will re-write itself!"
"O...okay..."
Years pass. Vixano becomes something of a local legend. Taking on dangerous marks and learning the ways of monsters. He had learned to eat the meat of monsters and become a monster. However, the transformation was permanent. Or, so he thought.
During a stand off with a WaterHag, he gains a massive scar down his face, and a sort of animal meat bloodlust.
As predicted, Arthur came. He came when a disease was killing everyone in the village! He came, took his prize and left.
Furious, Vixano followed Arthur to the new time machine, and examined his use of the Flushex.
While the hero party was busy travelling through time, he used it on himself. Flushing everything. Disease, enemy skills, Licenses, even memories. Next thing he knew, he was in the Future Timeline, and fell through a Rift... After that, some snowy mining town. It was all hazy. Yet sprang to Xavion's mind in a jolt.
"Who am I?" the boy, now a man, thought. The letters of his name dropped into place... "Xavion."
Xavion stood up, completely sober. Everyone long ago stopped listening to Arthur's tale. They had by now started to eat a giant feast that Nessiah prepared with the aid of the Corel Prison's food reserves.
At once, Arthur noticed the strange robot. "Does your robot require electricity or something?"
Rage boiling up from old wounds, Xavion pointed quiveringly at Arthur. "Where is the Flushex?!"
"Xavion? What's the matter?" Zeuzio asked, sounding worried.
"My name... is Vixano. 'Vicks' for short," Xavion declared. "I need... the Flushex."
Arthur shrugged. "It was one of the things we salvaged from the Talon mk.2, why do you need it? You're just a robot."
Slamming his robot hands on the table, causing some casserole to fall on to Ques Quen's already full plate, Vicks declared, "I am Vicks! Vixano! From the Rebellion of the Present Timeline! Do you remember nothing?"
Arthur shrugged. "A lot has happened. Wait a second... weren't you a fish or something?"
Setting his fork down, Khos stood up. "Alright. Show us where the Flushex is."
"What, right now?" Arthur asked with a mouth full of succulent chicken.
"Now," Khos confirmed.
With a sigh and a shrug, Arthur stood up. "Lovely dinner, Archeia. Thank you."
Zeuzio quickly made to join Vicks and Khos, followed shortly by MrChearlie who was keen on learning about this oddly named device.
This party consists of Zeuzio, Khos, Vicks (Xavion), and MrChearlie. It is full.
Before the party left the House That-Allen-Hunter-Died-In, Arthur turned. "I've made arrangements for you to go up the tower. Hopefully, you will have more luck that myself or my crew. No one has ever escaped. However, you are allowed the chance.
Archeia, Indrah, Ques, Ceal, rabitZ, Storm, and Selphie
The remainder of you are enjoying your feast that was so rudely interrupted, when it is yet again so rudely interrupted. A strange-looking woman walks into the room and asks, "So y'all need a manager?"
Just then some punk who thinks he's Number 2 to Arthur runs in after the strange woman. "Ester, you shouldn't be down here. It's dangerous."
"An' what? Think I can' 'andle myself with a bunch a' scoundrel like these?"
The 'Number 2' turns to you all. "Sorry, folks. Looks like Ester will be your manager."
"Manager?" Archeia asks.
"We eat?" Ques asks, noticing Ester's feather and considering her to be food.
"Well, shyucks, y'all can't just enter the Chocobo Race without a manager! Who d'ya think'll get you entered, front the cash, place the bets, rent the Racers, all that jazz? It's a lotta work!"
"Uh, wait, so we have to... what, race? Race to get out of prison?" Storm demanded.
"Better believe it, mister. The Boss upstairs is nothin' if not fair," Ester explained. "If y'all have any unfinished business in town, best get 'er done while y'can. After tonight, y'all ship off to the races."
Locke, EvilEagles and Elements
Will now take place in the Article found... HERE.
EDIT:
Xavion, I will get your world map ready soon.
Locke, EvilEagles, Elements... we need to wait until the article is approved to continue.
EDITEDIT:
Zeuzio, Khos, Vicks, and MrChearlie
Arthur leads you back to where you first met him and roots around amongst his junk to find the Flushex. At last, he succeeds and holds aloft a shining silver egg. Roughly the size of a human head. The only visible deviation from the egg shape is a round red "eye".
"Here, take it." Arthur hurls the Flushex at Vicks.
Adjusting the calibre of his jackhammer arm implants, Khos says, "Now... about my wife that you killed..."
"And the village you abandoned..." Vicks continues.
"And the Seymour that escaped without giving EXP," said MrChearlie.
"Don't break the fourth wall..." Zeuzio hissed.
"Heh," Arthur shrugs. "Thanks for the meal, I'm all pumped up."
Arthur
HP: 500
MP: 100
ATK: 5
DEF: 1
Skill: Molotov Cocktail (He mixes himself a drink. Causes him to get progressively more drunk.)
After sobering up a bit, and having gathered everyone in the house that Allen Hunter died in, Arthur began to explain the situation.
"...it began a few years back. That is to say, years for me. I'm from the future. A time-traveller. In the future, my world was being destroyed by the Pureland water entity. The leader of the rebels, Borgin, sent myself and three others into the past. Our mission was to improve the rebels' chances against our foes."
"Curtis, Gloria and Myron were true companions. We had many adventures. One such, led to the town of Lae, where we found the Flushex unit. After our next time-jump, however, it all went south. We crashed in the snowy moutains far north of here. There, we met a group of bandits led by a Don. In fear of this dangerous situation, the Don and his bandits and my group partied up. Not ten minutes later, we received a red card and were sent here. I quickly raised the ranks to being in charge. Not long after, my party disbanded. The Don and his bandits left for the junkyard, while Curtis and Myron left into the desert, never to be seen again. It all led to my drinking problem, which further led to Gloria leaving me. She was swallowed whole by a Sandworm."
There was silence in the room. Everyone was listening intently, except for Xavion, who was tripping on Gnomish Bread.
Xavion
While the drug-induced coma led to drooling and a continuous spewing of colour around your brain, a few words trickled in from Arthur's rambling.
Borgin, borgin, borgin, borgin, borgin...
Flushex, Flushex, Flushhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
The colour swirls around, flushing into your empty eye sockets. The universe sucks into your skull until there is nothing buy your own flesh and blood. Suddenly you fold in on yourself and get sucked into your eyesockets as well.
There is nothing now. Black everywhere. Bubbles of inky colour blobs spill upwards like a lavalamp. You fall through the blackness and land on a inky colour blob and drift upwards.
The colour blob you rest on is so comfortable, you fall asleep. When you open your eyes a second later, the world is nothing but acid turquoise green and you are sitting on a big mushroom. Nearby sits a beautiful fairy facing away from you.
The fairy's body is beautiful and naked. As she turns towards you, her face is like a frog. She ribbits at you, but it isn't 'ribbit'. It's 'borgin'.
"I need to Lae down," you think.
Lae Lae Lae Lae Lae...
Lae. Flushex. Borgin. Slowly, the hallucinations fade. You slip into a dark pit of memory. You remember!
Xavion's Flashback:
"Listen closely, my son. The children I send in the future will not succeed their mission without the Flushex. You must reach them in the past to give it to them!"
"Why not just give it to them now? Before they leave?" asks a silver-haired boy.
Borgin shakes his great bearded head. "Nah, you must understand. The tapestry of time is fragile as it is. We cannot directly influence the past in the present. We must present the past with a new future."
"But how will I get back to the past?"
At this, Borgin lightens up.
He presses a button on the wall, which lowers a platform. The opening beyond the lowering platform billows smoke, and from that smoke, out rolls...
...an airship.
"Welcome to my latest experiment," Borgin says excitedly. "This is the big one! The one I've been waiting for all my life!"
"Uh, well, it's an airship--" the silver-haired boy observes.
"--Stay with me, Vixano. All your questions will be answered. Roll the tape!"
Vixano blinks as he is handed a camcorder. The likes of which, he had never held.
Nevertheless, Vixano holds up the machine and presses record, trying his best to capture Borgin.
Borgin stands nervously at attention. "Good evening, my name is Doctor Borgin Borgin, I'm standing on the landing bay of the Talon mk.1... It's Saturday morning. October 26, Present Timeline. 1:18 am. And this is Temporal Experiment Number 1."
At this point, he takes the camera away from Vixano and handing it to a NPC. He then claps his hands and waves into the airship as if Vixano is a dog.
"Come on, Vixie, let's go! Here boy!"
Borgin hands the flustered child a strange-looking device, as he sits down and is strapped in.
"Now, remember. You are to go back into the Past Timeline and wait in Lae for my pupils Arthur, Curtis, Gloria, and Myron. You will probably be there a long time, but when you finally meet the heroes, make sure to hand them this item. It's the Flushex."
"What's a Flushex?" Vixano wonders.
"Ah, lad, it is a device that allows the user to return to their human shape, after changing forms by devouring robot or beast chunks."
"W-what?"
"Now, remember, go to Lae. Wait there for Arthur and his cohorts. Then history will re-write itself!"
"O...okay..."
Years pass. Vixano becomes something of a local legend. Taking on dangerous marks and learning the ways of monsters. He had learned to eat the meat of monsters and become a monster. However, the transformation was permanent. Or, so he thought.
During a stand off with a WaterHag, he gains a massive scar down his face, and a sort of animal meat bloodlust.
As predicted, Arthur came. He came when a disease was killing everyone in the village! He came, took his prize and left.
Furious, Vixano followed Arthur to the new time machine, and examined his use of the Flushex.
While the hero party was busy travelling through time, he used it on himself. Flushing everything. Disease, enemy skills, Licenses, even memories. Next thing he knew, he was in the Future Timeline, and fell through a Rift... After that, some snowy mining town. It was all hazy. Yet sprang to Xavion's mind in a jolt.
"Who am I?" the boy, now a man, thought. The letters of his name dropped into place... "Xavion."
Xavion stood up, completely sober. Everyone long ago stopped listening to Arthur's tale. They had by now started to eat a giant feast that Nessiah prepared with the aid of the Corel Prison's food reserves.
At once, Arthur noticed the strange robot. "Does your robot require electricity or something?"
Rage boiling up from old wounds, Xavion pointed quiveringly at Arthur. "Where is the Flushex?!"
"Xavion? What's the matter?" Zeuzio asked, sounding worried.
"My name... is Vixano. 'Vicks' for short," Xavion declared. "I need... the Flushex."
Arthur shrugged. "It was one of the things we salvaged from the Talon mk.2, why do you need it? You're just a robot."
Slamming his robot hands on the table, causing some casserole to fall on to Ques Quen's already full plate, Vicks declared, "I am Vicks! Vixano! From the Rebellion of the Present Timeline! Do you remember nothing?"
Arthur shrugged. "A lot has happened. Wait a second... weren't you a fish or something?"
Setting his fork down, Khos stood up. "Alright. Show us where the Flushex is."
"What, right now?" Arthur asked with a mouth full of succulent chicken.
"Now," Khos confirmed.
With a sigh and a shrug, Arthur stood up. "Lovely dinner, Archeia. Thank you."
Zeuzio quickly made to join Vicks and Khos, followed shortly by MrChearlie who was keen on learning about this oddly named device.
This party consists of Zeuzio, Khos, Vicks (Xavion), and MrChearlie. It is full.
Before the party left the House That-Allen-Hunter-Died-In, Arthur turned. "I've made arrangements for you to go up the tower. Hopefully, you will have more luck that myself or my crew. No one has ever escaped. However, you are allowed the chance.
Archeia, Indrah, Ques, Ceal, rabitZ, Storm, and Selphie
The remainder of you are enjoying your feast that was so rudely interrupted, when it is yet again so rudely interrupted. A strange-looking woman walks into the room and asks, "So y'all need a manager?"
Just then some punk who thinks he's Number 2 to Arthur runs in after the strange woman. "Ester, you shouldn't be down here. It's dangerous."
"An' what? Think I can' 'andle myself with a bunch a' scoundrel like these?"
The 'Number 2' turns to you all. "Sorry, folks. Looks like Ester will be your manager."
"Manager?" Archeia asks.
"We eat?" Ques asks, noticing Ester's feather and considering her to be food.
"Well, shyucks, y'all can't just enter the Chocobo Race without a manager! Who d'ya think'll get you entered, front the cash, place the bets, rent the Racers, all that jazz? It's a lotta work!"
"Uh, wait, so we have to... what, race? Race to get out of prison?" Storm demanded.
"Better believe it, mister. The Boss upstairs is nothin' if not fair," Ester explained. "If y'all have any unfinished business in town, best get 'er done while y'can. After tonight, y'all ship off to the races."
Locke, EvilEagles and Elements
Will now take place in the Article found... HERE.
EDIT:
Xavion, I will get your world map ready soon.
Locke, EvilEagles, Elements... we need to wait until the article is approved to continue.
EDITEDIT:
Zeuzio, Khos, Vicks, and MrChearlie
Arthur leads you back to where you first met him and roots around amongst his junk to find the Flushex. At last, he succeeds and holds aloft a shining silver egg. Roughly the size of a human head. The only visible deviation from the egg shape is a round red "eye".
"Here, take it." Arthur hurls the Flushex at Vicks.
Adjusting the calibre of his jackhammer arm implants, Khos says, "Now... about my wife that you killed..."
"And the village you abandoned..." Vicks continues.
"And the Seymour that escaped without giving EXP," said MrChearlie.
"Don't break the fourth wall..." Zeuzio hissed.
"Heh," Arthur shrugs. "Thanks for the meal, I'm all pumped up."
Arthur
HP: 500
MP: 100
ATK: 5
DEF: 1
Skill: Molotov Cocktail (He mixes himself a drink. Causes him to get progressively more drunk.)
Scinaya
1014
After good meal, it is time for good drink. I search around for something to quell my thirst, paying no attention to the manager.
