Final Fantasy: The On-Going Story

[Luigi of the Pipes]

Three shadows suddenly pass on the stone wall. Whispering is heard, a shout is suddenly heard, "Prisoners escaping!"

The focus goes on to three men, whose names happen to be Jeice, Biggs and Wedge. The three look at each other anxiously.

"This is the tricky part," Jeice mumbled as he looked at the approaching soldiers. "We gotta fight hand to hand if we're caught!"

Biggs looked at the approaching soldiers. "No worries, you two hold them off and I'll steal weapons from them!"

"Ok, let's go!" Wedge shouted, as the three ran into battle.

"Got one!" Biggs yelled as he jumped away from the enraged soldier. He tossed the spear over to Jeice, who swiftly caught it out of the air and prepared to battle again. Wedge was used to fighting with his bare hands and Biggs had always had a fondness for throwing knives. The three were able to make short work out of the soldiers.

"Ok, so we got three outfits..." Jeice said as he looked at them, "Hope you can fit in one, Wedge."

Wedge cast him an angry glance and began putting the suit on. It fit near perfectly, with just a small part of his leg showing. "Fits like a glove!"

"A glove that's been washed to many times..." Biggs grinned, "It'll have to do though, we have to get to Raentillo, we'll be safe there until we can make our next move."

"Ok, this way," Jeice motioned, pointing the group down a back alleyway.

[PK FIRE!]

From a guard tower near the entrance of a village called Alister two figures can be seen approaching. The taller of the two was a wiry man who looked very weary, his black hair was beginning to streak with gray, it was also somewhat matted and tangled. Next one could see that his eyes were surrounded by heavy bags though this only seemed to highlight his red irises. He wore a dark blue shirt covered with a large white over coat, over his coat was a very large and heavy looking messenger bag that had once been of a fine brown leather but was showing considerable wear. The last two things that one noticed that he wore drab green slacks and simple brown running shoes.

The shorter of the two travelers was of a broader and more muscular frame then his counter part. He drew attention for several reasons, the first thing one noticed about him was the way his face structured his eyes the irises were a bright amber color that drew attention, from there his longer and pointed ears drew attention, next were the slightly protruding fangs. Adding to this was the think iron gray haircut high and tight. Overall he had a very feral almost wolf like look to him. This was offset by the heavy white robe that covered the majority of his frame, though it could only to so much to hide the armor beneath it, in the middle of the robe was a small red image that depicted a balanced scale. Black leather gloves and boots stood in stark contrast to the white garment. In the left hand of this traveler was a large staff of sorts, it was six feet long and three quarters of an in in diameter, it had a shepherd's crook at one end, it was pained a brilliant red to match the scale on the his robe and seemed to be made of metal.

As the two approached the town entrance they were stopped by two of the local guards.

“I'm sorry to stop you two, however do to the current state of affairs I'm afraid that a few questions will have to be asked before you're allowed to proceed into the village As for myself I'm Richard, and this is Bartimus.” Richard explained

“Ah, perfectly understandable my good man please ask away, though I can assure you that we mean no harm.” The taller of the two said.

“Very well, first I shall need to know your names, then about any weapons the two of you are carrying with you, why you have said arms with you, and finally your business here.” Richard continued.

After Richard had finished speaking the shorter of the two travelers smiled sheepishly then turned to his companion who chuckled a bit before explained to the slightly confused guards. “Ah you see my friend here has taken a vow of silence, so I hope you don't mind if I do the talking.”

“Not at all please go ahead sir” Bartimus piped in.

“Very well them My name is Lawrence Williams and my friend here is Janus Hyde.” Lawrence began “ “As for your follow up questions Janus has his staff I myself carry a sling, and cymbals. We have these weapons with us mostly for self defense. Finally we've come to twon to restock our supplies and to rest for the day.” He finished.

“Well that sounds reasonable we shall allow you entrance to the village of Alister, please enjoy your stay here.” Richard said, then he and Bartimus moved aside allowing the two into the village.

Alister was a small farming village and therefor didn't have much to it. The market district consisted of a blacksmith's shop an open air market and an inn and two pubs. As the two headed for one of the vender's booths in the market they both got a slight chill down their spines telling them that once again fate was intending to throw them a curve ball.

An hour later they had gathered enough provisions to last them for a few days of travel by foot After that they would be at Reantillo once there the two would begin to look for a means of employment. As the two headed for the in Lawrence whispered to his friend. “Don't worry Janus once we're in Reantillo I'm sure we'll find the kind of work that'll free you from this odd social limbo you're caught in.”

Janus turned to his friend gave him a small smile then continued on to the inn.

Fifteen minutes later found the two resting in a cozy room at the local inn, Lawrence was looking out the window while Janus sat at the small desk in the room with quill and ink moving over a sheet of parchment at a steady pace.