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Episode 1 http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=4712
Deep in the caves near Black Bush, the world's shortest blackmage paces back and forth. A high pitched pinging sound was constantly filling his liar, distracting him from his work towards global domination. Finally, an exasperated Milton trudges up the tunnels to find the source. Turning a corner, the caster abruptly stopped, as his face hit the knee of a large, sturdy Roegadyn.
"You!?! Who the Gods are you?!? What are you doing in my lair?!?"
".......I'm a miner."
"I don't care how old you are! I will yell at you if I want to!
Milton turned his gaze upward to see the now furrowed brow and clearly unamused face of the Roegadyn, and also the pick axe he carried.
Oh right...well. No matter. I am afraid that you are trespassing in my lair. I will have to take that tool away and remove you.
"I reckon these caves been here a long time. I didn't think they belonged to anyone."
The miner's voice was deep and calm, but to Milton, it also sounded non-compliant.
"It doesn't matter how long they have been here! I pay rent to the railway! So are you going to give me that pick or am I going to have to take it from you?"
"Sorry little one, but I don't reckon you can."
Tibbleton trembled with rage. Dark energies started to swirl around him and a mad tirade began. It slowly built up into a fevered pitch.
"Little one! Little one!?! How dare you! I am a Blackmage you simple headed miner!"
"I summon fire from the very air! I make lightning crackle from my very fingertips! The water in your body could freeze from my very touch!"
"Every morning I wake up and I stare at the Abyss until the Abyss flinches and looks away! I am a god among spell casters!"
"And if I tell you I am going to take your silly hand tool from you, then I ask you miner! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!?!"
Milton suddenly fell dead silent as the Roegadyn moved his right arm, to lift the tool he held high up into the air and out of the Lalafell's reach.
".......Just that, I reckon."
".....Touche."
Episode 1 http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=4712
Deep in the caves near Black Bush, the world's shortest blackmage paces back and forth. A high pitched pinging sound was constantly filling his liar, distracting him from his work towards global domination. Finally, an exasperated Milton trudges up the tunnels to find the source. Turning a corner, the caster abruptly stopped, as his face hit the knee of a large, sturdy Roegadyn.
"You!?! Who the Gods are you?!? What are you doing in my lair?!?"
".......I'm a miner."
"I don't care how old you are! I will yell at you if I want to!
Milton turned his gaze upward to see the now furrowed brow and clearly unamused face of the Roegadyn, and also the pick axe he carried.
Oh right...well. No matter. I am afraid that you are trespassing in my lair. I will have to take that tool away and remove you.
"I reckon these caves been here a long time. I didn't think they belonged to anyone."
The miner's voice was deep and calm, but to Milton, it also sounded non-compliant.
"It doesn't matter how long they have been here! I pay rent to the railway! So are you going to give me that pick or am I going to have to take it from you?"
"Sorry little one, but I don't reckon you can."
Tibbleton trembled with rage. Dark energies started to swirl around him and a mad tirade began. It slowly built up into a fevered pitch.
"Little one! Little one!?! How dare you! I am a Blackmage you simple headed miner!"
"I summon fire from the very air! I make lightning crackle from my very fingertips! The water in your body could freeze from my very touch!"
"Every morning I wake up and I stare at the Abyss until the Abyss flinches and looks away! I am a god among spell casters!"
"And if I tell you I am going to take your silly hand tool from you, then I ask you miner! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!?!"
Milton suddenly fell dead silent as the Roegadyn moved his right arm, to lift the tool he held high up into the air and out of the Lalafell's reach.
".......Just that, I reckon."
".....Touche."
