I'm a Galka in XIV alpha.
I think I like it.
Adventures in Eorzea!!
On my first day in this new and strange land I met some interesting people...
...of various sizes, shapes and cultures...
...and bearing different types of arms.
With Great Axe in hand, I set out for my first adventure into the unknown!
Traveling due north from the Outpost, I came upon a creature that resembled a cross between a Ram, Goat, and Sheep. I shall call it a RamGoatSheep.
In an attempt to get a closer look, the vile creature suddenly attacked me as I innocently tried to pet it gently with my Great Axe! It is clear that the indigenous creatures of this land are of a wild and fowl temperament.
It was at this point in my adventure that I decided a nap was in order.
Undaunted by my recentdefeat refreshing nap, I was steadfast in my efforts to capture this creature and bring it in for research. Also, I seemed to have misplaced my mog satchel! Could it have fallen where I lay slumbering?
Retracing my steps, I found my quarry investigating the area of which my mog satchel must be. Clearly I had been the victim of thievery by this abomination.
Approaching cautiously, I attempted to reason with it. Surely a creature with enough guile for thievery as the RamGoatSheep would also possess the intelligence for a peaceful negotiation on the rightful ownership of said mog satchel.
After our heated debate, I decided to take another nap and think about our conversation.
After about an hour or three of sleeping on it, I had come to the conclusion that the indigenous denizens of Eorzea were nothing but wild savages, and after the failure of my peaceful attempts in communication, I would need to resort to brute force to take back what was rightfully mine. Pangs of guilt began to rise at my decision to eradicate this ignorant being from the physical plane of existence, but it had already chosen its fate through its previous actions.
A guilty conscience is a difficult burden to bear, so I took one more nap after I had decided to let the GoatRamSheep go. Perhaps it needed my mog satchel for some reason more important than my own. Perhaps it had children, a loved one, a wife. As I lay there on my third nap of the day (it is vitally important to take frequent naps when you lead a strenuous life of adventuring, such as I do) I realized as I awoke that it was sunset, and time to head back to the harbor town of Limsa Lominsa for bed.
Enjoying the sunset outside an expensive harborfront hotel (of which I occupied a room of such extravagance as to befit someone of such courtly stature as myself), I recounted the day and of my numerous victories. Surely I shall be a hero of these lands soon.
After the sun had set, I realized I had left all my gil in the mog satchel that I had gracefully donated to that poor RamGoatSheep. As such, I was unceremoniously ejected from my room at the aforementioned hotel. No matter, the hard cold earth is bed enough for so hardened a frame as my own. Also, I wasn't crying in the dark, something had gotten into my eye.
Next time on
Adventures in Eorzea!!
I investigate the seedy underbelly of Limsa Lominsa's under-age prostitute ring!
I think I like it.
Adventures in Eorzea!!
On my first day in this new and strange land I met some interesting people...
...of various sizes, shapes and cultures...
...and bearing different types of arms.
With Great Axe in hand, I set out for my first adventure into the unknown!
Traveling due north from the Outpost, I came upon a creature that resembled a cross between a Ram, Goat, and Sheep. I shall call it a RamGoatSheep.
In an attempt to get a closer look, the vile creature suddenly attacked me as I innocently tried to pet it gently with my Great Axe! It is clear that the indigenous creatures of this land are of a wild and fowl temperament.
It was at this point in my adventure that I decided a nap was in order.
Undaunted by my recent
Retracing my steps, I found my quarry investigating the area of which my mog satchel must be. Clearly I had been the victim of thievery by this abomination.
Approaching cautiously, I attempted to reason with it. Surely a creature with enough guile for thievery as the RamGoatSheep would also possess the intelligence for a peaceful negotiation on the rightful ownership of said mog satchel.
After our heated debate, I decided to take another nap and think about our conversation.
After about an hour or three of sleeping on it, I had come to the conclusion that the indigenous denizens of Eorzea were nothing but wild savages, and after the failure of my peaceful attempts in communication, I would need to resort to brute force to take back what was rightfully mine. Pangs of guilt began to rise at my decision to eradicate this ignorant being from the physical plane of existence, but it had already chosen its fate through its previous actions.
A guilty conscience is a difficult burden to bear, so I took one more nap after I had decided to let the GoatRamSheep go. Perhaps it needed my mog satchel for some reason more important than my own. Perhaps it had children, a loved one, a wife. As I lay there on my third nap of the day (it is vitally important to take frequent naps when you lead a strenuous life of adventuring, such as I do) I realized as I awoke that it was sunset, and time to head back to the harbor town of Limsa Lominsa for bed.
Enjoying the sunset outside an expensive harborfront hotel (of which I occupied a room of such extravagance as to befit someone of such courtly stature as myself), I recounted the day and of my numerous victories. Surely I shall be a hero of these lands soon.
After the sun had set, I realized I had left all my gil in the mog satchel that I had gracefully donated to that poor RamGoatSheep. As such, I was unceremoniously ejected from my room at the aforementioned hotel. No matter, the hard cold earth is bed enough for so hardened a frame as my own. Also, I wasn't crying in the dark, something had gotten into my eye.
Next time on
Adventures in Eorzea!!
I investigate the seedy underbelly of Limsa Lominsa's under-age prostitute ring!
