I need to talk to all you people D: I've been falling behind on knowing all the newer (newer as in like, the last year ,_,) FFers lately
Alex! You remember my Stuck Rp that I did for Halloween? I just finished reading that, I miss those old times except for the fighting about too many Rps~
ACT I: A resurfacing danger Chapter one It's just about noon in the port city of DyloF. The rain continued it's merciless two-day downpour, uncaring in who or what it wet. On top of the rain, it's bone-chilling cold outside. Or, that's what I can tell from my room window. My currently sleeping partner, Turoe, and I are under orders to stay in the highest room of a four-story inn until further notice. I knew it could be worse, I just hate being confined to a room for twenty-four hours a day. The extra downtime has left me with time to evaluate my adventurous life so far. My job is simple, keep watch over the ten provinces, keep criminals in-check and provide assistance to anyone who needs it. I’ve been doing this since I was eighteen and here I am three years later, on the best scout squadron out there. My parents would be proud of me. I would be too, if the squad actually trusted our skills enough to do a mission with them. Port DyloF is the biggest port city out there, you want your livestock moved? Mail shipped? It goes through Dyolf. Anything that hits the ocean goes through DyloF at some point. Even though this port gets a ton of business, it’s not the fanciest city out there. One, maybe two eateries. No entertainment. Lots of bars. Everyone who works here must live in the countryside and commute in daily. I don't blame them though, the city doesn’t even have a wall to protect them from raids. And this is where they picked for us to stay. Unbelievable. It’s been a week or two since Turoe and I received any word on the condition of the squadron, the badgers. It’s tradition for the squadron to take the name of the leader’s family crest. “Osyth, I’m hungry, want to hit the town?” Turoe asked me, out of the blue, with is raspy morning voice. I had almost forgotten he was in here. That normally doesn't happen often. He can go on for hour about anything. The downtime must be getting to him as well. Aside from being my partner, Turoe is also one of my best friends, although we didn’t start out as such. When I had to pick a partner fresh from the academy, he wasn’t at the top of my list. I’m not even sure he made the list. Turoe is a clumsy man, you would understand why I didn’t want him to be my partner at first. But, if Turoe is only one thing, he is persistent, He begged and pleaded for me to just see what he can do until I agreed to do so out of annoyance. After watching him shoot three apples in the air in under ten second, I knew he needed to join the squad with me. “Turoe, you know our orders.” I replied calmly, not wanting to sound too bossy. Sometimes, I think he just likes to ask questions he knows the answer to. Not too long after I gave him my reply, I heard rustling behind me on his side of the room. I looked over at him. No doubt it was him frantically searching the dressers in the room. Probably in search of his wallet for some fun out in the city. Man, he’s going to get us in trouble. “Why are you always wanting to go out during our downtime? You always complain you don’t get enough rest on missions.” I asked him curiously. He laughed heartily. It was his, you know you’re right just let me do what I do, laugh. I sighed deeply, turning back to face the window. “Just bring me back a drink.” I replied “If I remember I’ll get it.” He replied with a laugh. Slowly, I day-dreamed off again. Watching the waves rock the hundreds of docked ships back and forth. The sound of the dock bell is enough to make my eyelids heavy even though I'm a mile out from it. I kept nodding off, until, I heard a loud knock on the room door. I sprang into action, bolting past Turoe, who was about ten feet from the door. This has got to be our orders. No one else knows who's staying in this room. Reaching my hand out, I gripped the gold painted door knob and turned it. Quickly, swinging the door towards my body, I opened the door to face the inn keeper. The man looks to be too old for this job. His face is completely wrinkled and scarred, his hair white as snow. In his shaky hands, he held a white envelope, which looks to be not addressed. Command loves its secrecy. “Here you go Osyth, a letter.” The innkeeper said with his trembling voice, handing me the envelope. He knows from my daily questions about the mail route that I was expecting something. “Thank you. I’ve been waiting for days.” I replied, grabbing the envelope from his hand. I turned off from him and walked back into the room, not bothering to close the door back. We probably were leaving this inn soon anyway. With one hand, I tore open the envelope and took out the brown colored parchment inside, discarding the envelope to the floor. I quickly scanned over the paper, dying to see where we are headed. What I read caused me to drop to the floor and bury my face into my hands. What I read broke my heart. “What’s the letter read?” Turoe asked me, concernedly. “They’re dead Turoe. Killed by pirates.” I replied, my voice being slightly muffled by my hands. Turoe walked over to me and lightly patted me on the back. “What does the back of the letter read?” He asked. I sat back up. He’s right, though, what could possible be on the back of the letter? Probably just re-assigning us to another squadron. Flipping the paper over, I scanned over the back carefully. My eyes widened from what I read. Turoe noticed the shocked expression on my face. “What’s up?” He asked me. Rising up from the floor, I said, “Suit up, we gotta move." "Why!? Where are we headed?!" He demanded. "We’ve been summoned to the capital." I replied. “Wait, what? Why the capital? Wouldn’t they send us to Sakatu?” Turoe asked me. I shrugged while turning away, walking towards the blue duffel bag on my bed. Answering questions about why command gives out seemingly illogical orders is pointless. It’s best to just get to work. As I neared the bag, my face perked up. One of the best parts of this job is the armor we wear. I’m normally not one for style, but, I love the design of the suit. The suit is actually made of three pieces with the first part being a skin tight, full body, thin cloth like material made of a rare type of black silk that keeps your body at the right no matter the weather conditions. That means the breast and back plate, shin and knee guard and lastly, the shoulder pads, make up the second and third part of the armor. Each piece made of tanned grey dragon skin. I’d personally say the armor works well since I’m not dead yet. Sliding the zipper down, I open the bag and pull out the full body cloth. First things first. I guide my legs into the leg holes one-by-one and slide the cloth up to my chest. Next, I slip both of my arms into the armholes. Reaching back into the bag, I take out the breast and back plate. This thing has saved me from a few close calls more than once. Slowly sliding it over my head I set it into place. Almost done, I thought. Next come the shoulder guards, which I slipped on easily. Going back into the bag again, I grab both the knee and shin guards. Putting this armor on reminded me of the reason why I hated this armor. It takes too much time to put on. Dropping to my left knee, I put the shin and knee guard onto my left leg, then switch up position and do my left leg. Finally done. Looking over at Turoe, I noticed he is struggling with his breast plate. “You almost ready?” I asked Turoe. “Yeah, I’ll meet you at the stables in ten.” He replied. “Hurry it up.” I replied. Maybe I’m just in too much of a hurry to reach the capital. I don’t know why. We had at least a day and half to get there. Even with this in mind, I slung the duffle bag over my shoulder and hastened out of the room.