For I was lost…

This Taru was plunged into dark despair, as my reasoning for constant adventuring was called into question. At long last, I chose friendship, and thus; will continue to find a new adventure on each corner of Vanadiel.

In the last few weeks, I and my colleagues have accomplished many many things! I took a collection of my most beloved through many trial missions, until they were at last rewarded with sparkly rings of their choice. Promathia never learns, it doesn’t seem like long ago that I sank my Joyeuse into his face. And there he was, bright as a button, asking for more.

I obliged, I obliged with complete bloody enthusiasm! The world was saved once more. But this is a story you have heard before, so I shan’t bore you with repeats.

The group of malcontents I command within my linkshell have recently stumbled upon a high level of skill. We weeded out a few bad seeds, and sat with popcorn through some rather juicy drama’s. But quite frankly, I’d rather have my chocobo nibble on my perfectly formed Taru legs, than listen to Illustrious and another of his incomprendible diatribes.

I then followed a mission given to me by the less than delightful Naja Salaheem, and investigated the Ashu Talif. But I am confused. My past dealings with the Seagull Phratrie led me to believe that “The Black Coffin” was their ship, which had been immobilised in a naval battle with Al Zahbi’s forces. So why am I then being informed that the Ashu Talif ghost ship, is infact The Black Coffin? Have I been lied too?! Or has there merely been confusion somewhere? I’d ask the Empress, but you know.. the Al Zahbi officials don’t really like the Corsair’s much. So I’ll continue my disguise as a puppetmaster, and push for more information!

After all the tiring battles, and the constant soul destroying drama I settled down for a cup of tea, and a nice chat with some fellow employee’s of the Salaheem Wench.

We tried to discover the mysteries slowly being unlocked in Al Zahbi. Everywhere I go, I find enigma’s wrapped in conspiracy. And I find myself intrigued. Treasure, glory, fame, and money await, I can feel it!

How much do you think I’d get on Auction for a stolen Astral Candescance? I could always steal it, and replace it with the fake replica I found…

Pretend you didn’t hear that! Farewell!