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<span class="mu-i">You are Lorelai Lufaine, an amnesiac recently awoken by the help of a Blue Mage named Bucklin Durancap. After travelling for a day and ending up in the city of Nestad, you've been wrapped up in an ongoing missing person's case. And here, your journey continues.</span>
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Given Bucklin’s proclivity for being verbose, and his talent for showmanship, he could make the story entertaining regardless of where he starts. All you really wanted was to know what happened back then, what paved the way for Bucklin’s relationships with Stratos and Ceci. What caused the bad blood that drips between the two now? Though, with that in mind, it might be better to start from the beginning.
If Bucklin is telling the story, then it’s going to be painted with his own bias. That much is true. Ceci’s presence should help avert that, given her no-nonsense nature. “From the start.” You purse your lips, hand resting on your chin. “I want to know how you guys met and what caused you two to start bickering.”
“Ah, very well then.” Bucklin says, nodding. “In that case, I will do my utmost to paint a world of words for my darling audience.”
You scratch your cheek, looking away. Ceci coughs into her hand.
“... You’re killing me here, and I haven’t even started.” Bucklin sighs. “Well, our story starts where yours began, Lorelai. In the depths of Blueshawl…”
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<span class="mu-i">Five years ago, almost to the day, that I would meet Stratos, Ceci, and the citizenry of Trausburg. Good fortune that I had, because I may not be here today if I hadn’t.
I was doing the usual excursion as a good adventurer does. It wasn’t idle riches that pushed me forward. It was another temptation, a temptation of the heart, as it were. The desire, the need, to uncover mystery. It’s not all that relatable to most, but to those that it may be, I hope to call friends one day.
I’ve been to my fair share of caves in my years, so I thought this would be like the others. No precautions needed as it was a simple cavern close to a city. The more dangerous creatures that you find in the wilds don’t deal well with the hustle and bustle of even a quiet country town. I figured I had nothing to fret over, so I proceeded with the excursion.
Of course, how wrong I was. I may have ventured a little too deep, or I may have been cursed in some sort of past life. Whatever the case may have been, I ended up in quite the predicament. A goliath of steel and ivory sprung forth, its shining, baleful glare enough to stir even the most stalwart of souls. Not me, of course. I tried to fight it as you do with any monster in the open. After a dinge and a dent, I realized my mistake. The only thing to do now was to retreat as far as I could go. Fighting such a mechanical monstrosity in the confines of a country cave invites a quick, rubble-imposed death. I ran, retracing my steps back to the entrance I found at the base of the cliff.</span>
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Given Bucklin’s proclivity for being verbose, and his talent for showmanship, he could make the story entertaining regardless of where he starts. All you really wanted was to know what happened back then, what paved the way for Bucklin’s relationships with Stratos and Ceci. What caused the bad blood that drips between the two now? Though, with that in mind, it might be better to start from the beginning.
If Bucklin is telling the story, then it’s going to be painted with his own bias. That much is true. Ceci’s presence should help avert that, given her no-nonsense nature. “From the start.” You purse your lips, hand resting on your chin. “I want to know how you guys met and what caused you two to start bickering.”
“Ah, very well then.” Bucklin says, nodding. “In that case, I will do my utmost to paint a world of words for my darling audience.”
You scratch your cheek, looking away. Ceci coughs into her hand.
“... You’re killing me here, and I haven’t even started.” Bucklin sighs. “Well, our story starts where yours began, Lorelai. In the depths of Blueshawl…”
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<span class="mu-i">Five years ago, almost to the day, that I would meet Stratos, Ceci, and the citizenry of Trausburg. Good fortune that I had, because I may not be here today if I hadn’t.
I was doing the usual excursion as a good adventurer does. It wasn’t idle riches that pushed me forward. It was another temptation, a temptation of the heart, as it were. The desire, the need, to uncover mystery. It’s not all that relatable to most, but to those that it may be, I hope to call friends one day.
I’ve been to my fair share of caves in my years, so I thought this would be like the others. No precautions needed as it was a simple cavern close to a city. The more dangerous creatures that you find in the wilds don’t deal well with the hustle and bustle of even a quiet country town. I figured I had nothing to fret over, so I proceeded with the excursion.
Of course, how wrong I was. I may have ventured a little too deep, or I may have been cursed in some sort of past life. Whatever the case may have been, I ended up in quite the predicament. A goliath of steel and ivory sprung forth, its shining, baleful glare enough to stir even the most stalwart of souls. Not me, of course. I tried to fight it as you do with any monster in the open. After a dinge and a dent, I realized my mistake. The only thing to do now was to retreat as far as I could go. Fighting such a mechanical monstrosity in the confines of a country cave invites a quick, rubble-imposed death. I ran, retracing my steps back to the entrance I found at the base of the cliff.</span>
