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That was awsome... I loved how you retold the scene with Squall and Rinoa at Edea's Orphanage, that was really cool.
I also liked how it took a dive, then suddenly ignored the actual game plot, and then it got woven back into what the ending of the game was.
I also kinda liked the way you used the Rinoa = Ultimecia theory, even though I dont believe it.
All in all, goood stuff.
I also liked how it took a dive, then suddenly ignored the actual game plot, and then it got woven back into what the ending of the game was.
I also kinda liked the way you used the Rinoa = Ultimecia theory, even though I dont believe it.
All in all, goood stuff.
Its not finished? Hmm.. I thought it was a one chapter thing, and the way it ended sound pretty good, and since thats what happens at the end of the game, makes sense.
I just thought you were going for a sad ending.
I just thought you were going for a sad ending.
I've started writing a history section for my RP character named Eldon. The historical account is written in the form of journal entries and the entire account spans from year 941 to 950; which will detail certain aspects of Eldon's life from age 19-28.
Most of the entries in Eldon's journal will describe scenery and confrontations on the battle front, minor details about his love interest, and specific political crookedness that ensues in his later years. The majority of the historical account will revolve around war.
My character is an egotistical womanizing loudmouth. Here in his journal entries is the only place you can find his civilized face. =]
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> </o>
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First month of spring
Year 941
<o> </o>
Dinjuba is located at the furthest underpinning tip of the Southern Territories. It’s a small yet highly respectable territory of land, ruled predominately by a community of superstitious natives. Their own fanaticism will be their downfall in the long run, I presume. The natives are polite though; despite our occupation of their land, they are still hospitable, and selfless…I fear that my superiors have made a mistake in disrupting this modest people’s way of life…
I cannot describe the beauty of this place; it is a strange and extraordinary site to behold. Never in my life have I seen such splendor or refinement allying in naturally born characteristics of the environment. On my last explorative post though the eastern Dinjuban mountain range, I saw such scenic visions that I could not have imagined in my own dreams. There are cascading waterfalls and certain goliath-like trees which span to heights that are equal in size to the skyscraping towers and buildings back home.
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Last month of summer
Year 941
<o> </o>
Today marks my six month in Dinjuba. It is the last month of summer now; though I fear we will not see the end of this immense heat for quite some time. I feel for my fellow soldiers who hail from lands of drastically cold climates; they must be suffering a great deal in this strenuous wave of heat.
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
First month of fall
Year 941
<o> </o>
I have met a young woman here who claims to be of native heritage; however, I do not fail to see through her charade. She is a woman of class and elegance, yet she does retain certain indigenous qualities through such characteristics as her speech and attitude. I asked her for her name, and she says…“Rheallia”. I call her “Rhea” for short.
<o> </o>
Second month of fall
Year 941<o></o>
<o> </o>
I have lost two one of my dear friends in these last weeks. Nicolas and Norman; my respected companions since childhood. I cannot describe the agony…and I cannot describe their deaths; for I was not there to protect them.
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
First month of winter
Year 941
<o> </o>
I’ve grown quite fond of her…is this true infatuation? She has shown me many things of which I was not formerly familiar with. We do not communicate much as of late; I see her once a week maybe, but we do not always speak face to face. The natives relay brief messages between us in a bashful manor. They say she is fond of me, but that her duties restrict her from being fully acquainted with me. Her duties? I never bothered to inquire what her responsibilities were.
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Third month of winter
Year 942
<o> </o>
One of my fellow squad leaders informs me that our country has issued a full blown attack on Dinjuba; we are to forcefully occupy all citizens and place them in encampments as prisoners of war.
My dear Rhea …she is the fifteen year old daughter of Ambassador Virgil Indormew; five years my junior, and a daughter of noble birth. I did not have the personal privilege of confining her myself. Has she and her family fled the territory safely? I have been unsuccessful at locating her in this chaotic time. Perhaps I should not let this fickle infatuation concern me.
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Second month of spring
Year 942
<o> </o>
This day marks my 14<sup>th</sup> month in Dinjuba. I have had much to talk about; however, I chose to wait for this noteworthy day to make my entry. This month I celebrated my 21<sup>st</sup> birthday. It was an unfortunate time for celebration however, and I chose to commemorate my survival alone. Many of my friends have perished in these last months...
The occupation is not over; my regiment however, has managed to survive for a full year; and as such, we are granted a one month return home to the Northern city of <st1:city><st1lace>Sandra</st1lace></st1:city>.
I have narrowly escaped my own death many times in the recent months. This war is proving to be immensely difficult. Have I changed as a person? I am more fearless. My love for Rhea will always remain in my heart as a petty reminder of the dim light that hope sheds in such sorrowful times. My hope is for modest persons such as her to survive this conflict unscathed.
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
First month of summer
Year 942
<o> </o>
I am overcoming a deep hatred for my country, for my friends, and for myself. Several of the prison encampments have been ruthlessly massacred by my own allies. I have seen such carnage before in my own homeland of Randraden. The Northern region of Sandra which I fight for has ruthlessly murdered my own friends and family in the past. I have heard many rumors that the ambassador and his daughter, Rheallia, have been slaughtered in these massacres…
I do not pray that these rumors are wrong. I do not pray anymore…
I return home in three weeks…
Most of the entries in Eldon's journal will describe scenery and confrontations on the battle front, minor details about his love interest, and specific political crookedness that ensues in his later years. The majority of the historical account will revolve around war.
My character is an egotistical womanizing loudmouth. Here in his journal entries is the only place you can find his civilized face. =]
Prologue: confined by war<o></o>
></o>> </o><o
> </o>First month of spring
Year 941
<o
> </o>Dinjuba is located at the furthest underpinning tip of the Southern Territories. It’s a small yet highly respectable territory of land, ruled predominately by a community of superstitious natives. Their own fanaticism will be their downfall in the long run, I presume. The natives are polite though; despite our occupation of their land, they are still hospitable, and selfless…I fear that my superiors have made a mistake in disrupting this modest people’s way of life…
I cannot describe the beauty of this place; it is a strange and extraordinary site to behold. Never in my life have I seen such splendor or refinement allying in naturally born characteristics of the environment. On my last explorative post though the eastern Dinjuban mountain range, I saw such scenic visions that I could not have imagined in my own dreams. There are cascading waterfalls and certain goliath-like trees which span to heights that are equal in size to the skyscraping towers and buildings back home.
<o
> </o>………………………………………………………..<o></o>
></o>> </o>Last month of summer
Year 941
<o
> </o>Today marks my six month in Dinjuba. It is the last month of summer now; though I fear we will not see the end of this immense heat for quite some time. I feel for my fellow soldiers who hail from lands of drastically cold climates; they must be suffering a great deal in this strenuous wave of heat.
<o
> </o>………………………………………………………..<o></o>
></o>> </o>First month of fall
Year 941
<o
> </o>I have met a young woman here who claims to be of native heritage; however, I do not fail to see through her charade. She is a woman of class and elegance, yet she does retain certain indigenous qualities through such characteristics as her speech and attitude. I asked her for her name, and she says…“Rheallia”. I call her “Rhea” for short.
<o
> </o>………………………………………………………..<o></o>
></o><o> </o>
> </o>Year 941<o
></o><o
> </o>I have lost two one of my dear friends in these last weeks. Nicolas and Norman; my respected companions since childhood. I cannot describe the agony…and I cannot describe their deaths; for I was not there to protect them.
<o
> </o>………………………………………………………..<o></o>
></o>> </o>First month of winter
Year 941
<o
> </o>I’ve grown quite fond of her…is this true infatuation? She has shown me many things of which I was not formerly familiar with. We do not communicate much as of late; I see her once a week maybe, but we do not always speak face to face. The natives relay brief messages between us in a bashful manor. They say she is fond of me, but that her duties restrict her from being fully acquainted with me. Her duties? I never bothered to inquire what her responsibilities were.
<o
> </o>………………………………………………………..
> </o>Third month of winter
Year 942
<o
> </o>One of my fellow squad leaders informs me that our country has issued a full blown attack on Dinjuba; we are to forcefully occupy all citizens and place them in encampments as prisoners of war.
My dear Rhea …she is the fifteen year old daughter of Ambassador Virgil Indormew; five years my junior, and a daughter of noble birth. I did not have the personal privilege of confining her myself. Has she and her family fled the territory safely? I have been unsuccessful at locating her in this chaotic time. Perhaps I should not let this fickle infatuation concern me.
<o
> </o>………………………………………………………..
> </o>Second month of spring
Year 942
<o
> </o>This day marks my 14<sup>th</sup> month in Dinjuba. I have had much to talk about; however, I chose to wait for this noteworthy day to make my entry. This month I celebrated my 21<sup>st</sup> birthday. It was an unfortunate time for celebration however, and I chose to commemorate my survival alone. Many of my friends have perished in these last months...
The occupation is not over; my regiment however, has managed to survive for a full year; and as such, we are granted a one month return home to the Northern city of <st1:city><st1
lace>Sandra</st1lace></st1:city>. I have narrowly escaped my own death many times in the recent months. This war is proving to be immensely difficult. Have I changed as a person? I am more fearless. My love for Rhea will always remain in my heart as a petty reminder of the dim light that hope sheds in such sorrowful times. My hope is for modest persons such as her to survive this conflict unscathed.
<o
> </o>………………………………………………………..
> </o>First month of summer
Year 942
<o
> </o>I am overcoming a deep hatred for my country, for my friends, and for myself. Several of the prison encampments have been ruthlessly massacred by my own allies. I have seen such carnage before in my own homeland of Randraden. The Northern region of Sandra which I fight for has ruthlessly murdered my own friends and family in the past. I have heard many rumors that the ambassador and his daughter, Rheallia, have been slaughtered in these massacres…
I do not pray that these rumors are wrong. I do not pray anymore…
I return home in three weeks…