This entry is recorded as the twenty-third sun of the First Astral Moon.
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The day blazes even in the night. Oscare takes a deep breath, choking afterwards from sand flowing into his lungs. He had his sniper in his hands, ready and trusty just in case. He was no longer close to home, and everything out here could easily get the flank on him from no where. Little Ala Mhigo was in the vicinity too, and he didn't really have too much of a great rep with Ala Mhigo. With luck, he did not have to cross path with that crowd.
Slow steps forwards, the sand continues to deepen and sink. But it doesn't hinder Oscare's progress towards the Brotherhood of the Ash. In fact, it encourages him to move faster to seek more stable footing, heading ever more east to finally find this stupid group of lizard people. The trek was long and the moon starts to fade behind the clouds, darkening the world ever more.Â
Rifle clutched tightly against his chest, the highlander continues moving towards his target. "There isn't much out here tonight, it seems," Oscare comments to himself, a scorpion buddy seeming to have walked with him. After tagging along on his boot, the scorpion hops off and digs into the sand quietly. Within sight was the Sunken Temple. This brightens the man's spirits ever so slightly -- it meant that the Brotherhood was close. Running towards the temple, voices started to rouse from the previously dead night. A better sign -- that meant there were people or amalj'aa around. Hopefully the latter, and even more the Brotherhood of Ash. An encounter with a follower of Ifrit would spell the end of Oscare right then and there.
It was only a couple of minutes before Oscare arrives on the steps of the meeting stones for the beastial tribe. There, the voices were arguing. Beast-like roars, shouting, and yelling. Seems like a great time to intrude with the wrong people. Hopping up the steps, the highlander was greeted in not-so-welcome arms.
Two amal'jaa immediately point at Oscare with their bows, looking between each other and Oscare. There were too many series of deep grumbly voices happening at once to really pick up on any single phrase comprehensively. Oscare just looks awkward with his rifle held up to the air and looking at the two amalj'aa threatening him. After the voices slowly die out, a commanding call forces the two to lower their bows and step away. An incredibly bulky amalj'aa makes himself clear to Oscare. The lizard was easily eight fall tall, and Thaliak-Knows-How-Many ponze he weighs. The presumably leader shoves his chest right into Oscare's face, causing the highlander's nose to wrinkle from the awful musky stench. He speaks in a low, rumbly voice just like all the others.
"A hyur from the high lands! Auggh Roh, what is the meaning of this?! You enlist more of these filthy Eorzeans to assist you! This is why you fail!"
'He's calling ME filthy? This guy reeks enough to make the shower-less people in Pearl Lane feel clean.' Oscare holds back the snark in his head, knowing full aware that this asshole could open him in half with his bare hands. Scooting around Oscare, the Leader finally makes himself gone with the two archers and a long train of other amalj'aa following suit. A small group of three amalj'aa approach Oscare immediately afterwards.Â
"I apologize," speaks a equally bulky as the previous Leader beastman speaks. "I am Stonefist Auggh Roh. These two are my loyalest servants; Quicksilver Dabuzaa Roh and Speedtongue Adeptagg Chah." Stonefist formally introduces the three of them, all bowing their heads at once. "Tell me, highland born, why you are here."
Oscare tilts his head in response briefly. "I'm part of a free company called the Astral Agents," he began. "My leader, Berrod Armstrong, of Ala Mhigo, told me to assist the tribe in exchange of partnership in your territory of southern Thanalan." Oscare nods. "I'm Oscare. I'm a trained sniper and hunter -- I'm also a machinist and entertainer. I have many uses, so feel free to use me to your liking while I stay."Â
Stonefist's expression brightens greatly. "-- Yes. You came at a good moment, Oscare. The adversary you faced just then is known as Stoneglare Blitzagg." Blitzagg? Something told Oscare that this guy was already not someone who was a pushover. "He is one of the many leaders chosen by Ifrit, and has been clashing with our Brotherhood in hopes of our extinction or regain in trust in Their Lord. Unfortunately, I do not have the power to put a halt in his progress. My brethren have tried and failed to bring Stoneglare down -- but to no avail. We are in dire need of allies, highlander." Stonefist delivers to a closed-eyes Oscare, listening intently.Â
"So you want Stoneglare dead, yeah? That's something I can do." Oscare shrugs.
Quicksilver is first to respond. "It is not as easy as you make it be, ally. We, beastmen that are much stronger than you, have tried and failed. It will be impossible for you," he scowled, Oscare responding in an indifferent look and Stonefist raising an open palm towards Quicksilver.Â
"Ally. I appreciate your help. Quicksilver is reactive to bad opinion of your Eorzean non-beastial races. Trust me when I state this, I will make sure advancement is made between your company and the Brotherhood whence the threat is eliminated." Stonefist eyes the sandy Oscare up and down, clearly pleased with what he was looking at. "You are strong and of good health, ally. You traveled long to be here. Sleep here tonight and rest -- we shall discuss plans in the morn." Stonefist turns, the other two turning with him. "We will leave you to your peace." Stonefist muses and walks away, the other two following silently and promptly.
Oscare goes off to do his own antics. He takes advantage of the lonely reprieve to create a fire near the edge of the Brotherhood meeting stones and sitting down by it. Eventually he'd sleep.
Hopefully.
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The day blazes even in the night. Oscare takes a deep breath, choking afterwards from sand flowing into his lungs. He had his sniper in his hands, ready and trusty just in case. He was no longer close to home, and everything out here could easily get the flank on him from no where. Little Ala Mhigo was in the vicinity too, and he didn't really have too much of a great rep with Ala Mhigo. With luck, he did not have to cross path with that crowd.
Slow steps forwards, the sand continues to deepen and sink. But it doesn't hinder Oscare's progress towards the Brotherhood of the Ash. In fact, it encourages him to move faster to seek more stable footing, heading ever more east to finally find this stupid group of lizard people. The trek was long and the moon starts to fade behind the clouds, darkening the world ever more.Â
Rifle clutched tightly against his chest, the highlander continues moving towards his target. "There isn't much out here tonight, it seems," Oscare comments to himself, a scorpion buddy seeming to have walked with him. After tagging along on his boot, the scorpion hops off and digs into the sand quietly. Within sight was the Sunken Temple. This brightens the man's spirits ever so slightly -- it meant that the Brotherhood was close. Running towards the temple, voices started to rouse from the previously dead night. A better sign -- that meant there were people or amalj'aa around. Hopefully the latter, and even more the Brotherhood of Ash. An encounter with a follower of Ifrit would spell the end of Oscare right then and there.
It was only a couple of minutes before Oscare arrives on the steps of the meeting stones for the beastial tribe. There, the voices were arguing. Beast-like roars, shouting, and yelling. Seems like a great time to intrude with the wrong people. Hopping up the steps, the highlander was greeted in not-so-welcome arms.
Two amal'jaa immediately point at Oscare with their bows, looking between each other and Oscare. There were too many series of deep grumbly voices happening at once to really pick up on any single phrase comprehensively. Oscare just looks awkward with his rifle held up to the air and looking at the two amalj'aa threatening him. After the voices slowly die out, a commanding call forces the two to lower their bows and step away. An incredibly bulky amalj'aa makes himself clear to Oscare. The lizard was easily eight fall tall, and Thaliak-Knows-How-Many ponze he weighs. The presumably leader shoves his chest right into Oscare's face, causing the highlander's nose to wrinkle from the awful musky stench. He speaks in a low, rumbly voice just like all the others.
"A hyur from the high lands! Auggh Roh, what is the meaning of this?! You enlist more of these filthy Eorzeans to assist you! This is why you fail!"
'He's calling ME filthy? This guy reeks enough to make the shower-less people in Pearl Lane feel clean.' Oscare holds back the snark in his head, knowing full aware that this asshole could open him in half with his bare hands. Scooting around Oscare, the Leader finally makes himself gone with the two archers and a long train of other amalj'aa following suit. A small group of three amalj'aa approach Oscare immediately afterwards.Â
"I apologize," speaks a equally bulky as the previous Leader beastman speaks. "I am Stonefist Auggh Roh. These two are my loyalest servants; Quicksilver Dabuzaa Roh and Speedtongue Adeptagg Chah." Stonefist formally introduces the three of them, all bowing their heads at once. "Tell me, highland born, why you are here."
Oscare tilts his head in response briefly. "I'm part of a free company called the Astral Agents," he began. "My leader, Berrod Armstrong, of Ala Mhigo, told me to assist the tribe in exchange of partnership in your territory of southern Thanalan." Oscare nods. "I'm Oscare. I'm a trained sniper and hunter -- I'm also a machinist and entertainer. I have many uses, so feel free to use me to your liking while I stay."Â
Stonefist's expression brightens greatly. "-- Yes. You came at a good moment, Oscare. The adversary you faced just then is known as Stoneglare Blitzagg." Blitzagg? Something told Oscare that this guy was already not someone who was a pushover. "He is one of the many leaders chosen by Ifrit, and has been clashing with our Brotherhood in hopes of our extinction or regain in trust in Their Lord. Unfortunately, I do not have the power to put a halt in his progress. My brethren have tried and failed to bring Stoneglare down -- but to no avail. We are in dire need of allies, highlander." Stonefist delivers to a closed-eyes Oscare, listening intently.Â
"So you want Stoneglare dead, yeah? That's something I can do." Oscare shrugs.
Quicksilver is first to respond. "It is not as easy as you make it be, ally. We, beastmen that are much stronger than you, have tried and failed. It will be impossible for you," he scowled, Oscare responding in an indifferent look and Stonefist raising an open palm towards Quicksilver.Â
"Ally. I appreciate your help. Quicksilver is reactive to bad opinion of your Eorzean non-beastial races. Trust me when I state this, I will make sure advancement is made between your company and the Brotherhood whence the threat is eliminated." Stonefist eyes the sandy Oscare up and down, clearly pleased with what he was looking at. "You are strong and of good health, ally. You traveled long to be here. Sleep here tonight and rest -- we shall discuss plans in the morn." Stonefist turns, the other two turning with him. "We will leave you to your peace." Stonefist muses and walks away, the other two following silently and promptly.
Oscare goes off to do his own antics. He takes advantage of the lonely reprieve to create a fire near the edge of the Brotherhood meeting stones and sitting down by it. Eventually he'd sleep.
Hopefully.
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The ends the record of this entry.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."