Battling by the Oasis
Night had fallen over the lands of Zepwell Island, and a dry wind swept over the dunes. A recent sandstorm had whirled up the sand, making a thing layer much like that of new snow. It was hard moving around on my own, so I decided to rent a chocobo.
Eulaclaire, the chocobo renter, had a hard time breathing because of all the dust, and was coughing repeatedly. Try drinking this,
I told her, handing her a bottle of freshly made Melon Juice. The girl’s face lit up with joy and astonishment, surprised by the random kindness of a stranger. Than… thank you, kind madam,
Eulaclaire said, showing her appreciation by telling me I would get the next ride for free. I shook my head at the girl, telling her that I couldn’t possibly accept such a gift. At least let me lend you my finest chocobo,
she said, eagerly trying to return my kindness.
The chocobos found on Zepwell are specially trained to traverse the dunes, no matter how difficult the weather is. The chocobo had golden feathers, and was cheer joy to ride with. Some chocobos have a mind of their own and are easily scared, but even the terrifying manticores didn’t bother this bird the least. Running in the sand seemed effortless to the chocobo, having sturdy yet nimble legs.
A lush oasis appeared before our eyes as we climbed one of the many sandbanks in the dune. I were getting quite thirsty myself, as the temperature in these parts of Vana’diel is intense to say the least. I found myself sweating, even though it was only night. I could only imagine how hot it would get during day.
My party, which was waiting for my by the outpost, spoke a language I’m not at all familiar with. Using a magical auto-translator, developed by the moogles some hundred years ago, we laid out the battle plan. It’s quirky at best, but I suppose it gets the job done. And although we didn’t speak a whole lot to each other, the party worked out quite well. The experience wasn’t all that good, but at least we got some bonuses from partaking in various training regimes using Fields of Valor.
We concentrated our efforts around fighting the goblins that had set up their camps around the oasis as well. Every now and then the Bard brought a Manticore, a fearsome monster that could very well knock someone senseless with a single attack. We did quite well, but I think some of people I were partying with overestimated me as the Bard didn’t sing any ballads for me at first. Sure, I have Sublimation, but that will only get you so far in an area where monsters dish out so-called, Area of Effect attacks.
Watch out,
the tank suddenly yelled, having no means to stop the goblin from chasing after me. Oh rats,
I said, watching in horror as the goblin swung it’s blade at me. Everything suddenly went pitch black, and that’s all I can remember.
You okay?
a friendly tarutaru asked. I sat up, and my throat was really dry. What happened?
I asked. You got beataru by a goblin,
he answered. I looked confused, as I had no recollection of what had just transpired. The party~warty dragged you here,
he comforted, that was some fancy moves, but you better~wetter be more careful.
I suppose using Accession and a high level regen spell—or even a cure for that matter—is a bad, bad idea. At least till I can stack up some more enmity- gear.
