Cronicles of Avela, RDMFollow

Okay, I see a lot of stories people write.... Well here is one I wrote. I am proud to say that while I am at work, I surf this forum.
This is not just a game for me, it is a hobby. FF has long been a favorite of mine and I have always enjoyed "Fantasy" movies, books, games, etc.

Chronicles of Avela, RDM (Female)

Stepping out into the lush, green grass I crack my knuckles.
Blood will be spilled this night, I can feel it. I am on a mission, to rid the evil that lurks my country San d'Oria and our "Allied" nations Bastok and Windurst.

The time is now to fight for what is right and strike out at those who take from us. Man or beast will feel this wrath.
I have traveled long and hard to the depths of Davoi to find a lost soul, Hirjore. His family has feared for his life and he may have died trying to scout the area. I must find him.

With the help of the White Wizard, Teruitaru, Leviathian the Galkan Warrior, Hermitezithra the Dark Mage, Gertisber the Samauri and Juvithra the Ranger; We will do just that....

We make haste before Dusk to set up camp. The BeastMen are on the rise and they travel in packs so we must use extreme caution. To lighten the mood, I bring a apple pie, made with Magic Apples from La Thiene and Mary's Milk, this will increase our magic and gives us more power.

Waiting is the hardest part. Knowing that out there, a soul is lying dead or tormented. As day breaks we Enpower ourselves and call to Atlanta to protect us.

The time has come, we set off to help our brethren. I cannot help but think why has this happened. War in the air and at any moment we will be struck upon.

But I must not read too deep at the moment, I will have to save my thoughts. Out of the corner of my eye, I see it marching towards us, an Orcish Fodder, a young one too. I bind the Orc and quickly, Leviathian provokes and strikes at the beast. I cast my enfeebling spells and pray they come with haste. The Orc dies quickly. As the White wizard heals us, Juvithra searches the area and reports that north, fire comes from near the lake.

This is where we will find Hirjore. Long have Orcs been known to take a prisoner and burn their camp site. We must hurry before it is too late.

The White Wizard is charming, a wise man he is. He bestows upon us the powers of Invisibility. Drawing nearer to the camp, we stop, for it is time....

We wait for our cloak to wear off and everyone knows this is it. There will not be just one to fight and it is going to be tough....

Leviathian and Gertisber will take most of the hits,taking turns provoking. It is imparitive they do this for the sake of the Mages. I will cast enfeebling, keeping the Orcs bound and weak. Hermitezithra will summon the Gods of Earth, Wind and Fire to deal major damage. Juvithra will use her ranged skill and her knowlegde of the wilderness to keep them at bay if we get over-rushed, and Teruitaru will heal us and stregnthen us while we fight.

Juvithra knows she must go in first and try to pull one at a time but the risk is to great, we know that it will be impossible. These beasts are not ignorant at all, they have proven that. Lately with the grave-robbing at King Ranperres Tomb, talk of the beastmen forming an alliance have been on people minds. But who is in this with them?...

My thoughts disappear as I hear Juvithra run up, 2 Orcs behind her. Immediately we all began at once. I cast me enfeebling time and time again, the minutes seemed to fly by with brief pauses inbetween fights to get out health up.

Teruitaru remained calm the whole time, he is so graceful in the way he works. Leviathian and Gertsiber were unbelievable in tanking. Only twice did they come close to being hurt badly and yet both had faith in the White Wizard. Juvithra, a master Ranger, proved that noone came close to the skill in which she has trained in.

Hermitezithra sat down and was shaking a bit, such a powerful Dark Mage and the stregnth she has shown tonight was amazing. To produce that amount of magic from her soul has taken a toll, she is tired.

Gertisber and I head up to the what was left of the scout camp. Stepping over the dead Orcs, I notice a Hume lying down in the mud. This must be Hirjore. I knelt down and put my hand on his cheek. Nothing. Tears come to my eyes, I fear the worst.

I holler to Leviathian and he comes over and quickly scoops up Hirjore. A delicate Galka he is, very compassionate. We take him to Teruitaru and he begins to summon Raise on Hirjore.

To bring a soul back is very dangerous, everything has to be the right time or Hirjore will never be the same. Teruitaru closes his eyes, his body moving in rhythm with his humming, slowly Hirjore begans to come off the ground. A beautiful light surrounds him. He will be okay now, but we must hurry back. His family and Country need to know what has happened.

As we enter La Thiene, we go to the Craig of Holla to get a chocobo. It will be quicker and if we hurry we can make it to
San d'Oria before Night fall.

I feel satisfaction and heartache at the same time. We may have won a small battle but it doesn't even come close to the War that is in way....

I am thankful that one soul is reunited with their family tonight and though none of say anything, we know that we will be together again to fight another fight. One of us may lose our life next time but that is a price you must pay to protect and serve those you love....

I hope that isn't you dressed up in that stupid armor, lol. At least you're outside, it seems. Better than most poeple that play this game all the time and never log off even during maintenance they stay on playonline waiting to update and log back on as soon as possible. Also, please stop dressing up! Your fanfic saddens me that you took the time to make that up.

*LOL*

Well, I really have nothing to say other than this:

I do not care what you think about my story. I see alot of posts on here about people writing and making up songs. Why am I getting the shaft?

Sorry you didnt like it though! :)