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This is the story of an enemy in the war, whose tale unfolds until he crosses paths with Ramza. Comments/Crits would be much appreciated, and, I'm not the best at grammar, so bare with me, please .



Chapter 1

Skorch thrust his sword upwards, ripping through the squire’s innards, the squire in turn quick falling down.
“Three down… two to go…” The two remaining warriors cowered a bit as Skorch approached, one was currently a white mage, the other a thief, and both felt great fear in the depths of their stomachs.
“The Dark Warrior Skorch! He’s come for us!” cried out the thief as he took a few steps back. The mage began to chant aloud
“Shining light, heal from all directions!” causing a weak barrier of protect to appear around himself, and another around the thief, but it was no good, Skorch continued his approach, jumping onto the cliff which the mage hid.
“Now then be a good mage and die” He held both hands high as this was said giving a demonic grin he then swung with all his might delivering a wicked one two blow to the mage’s skull. He saw the freely flowing blood from the newfound crevice in the mage’s head and ran his hand across it before bringing his hand to his mouth, licking his gauntlet clean of the blood.
“A-Aaron… no!” The thief approached Skorch quickly his dagger extended to such an angle, that if he was to strike and hit he would sever a vital vein, causing Skorch to lose all movement in his body. The thief moved to strike, but he wasn’t fast enough, Skorch sensed the blow coming and quickly smashed the flat of his blades into the thief’s ears, popping his eardrums. The thief grasped his ears in pain as he fell to the ground, blood flowing from his ears like a rampant stream. The massive warrior stood proud for a moment, revealing all his features A small silver helmet with deep set eyes and no back, which allowed his long black hair to flow down his neck and back freely. Massive spikes protruded from the shoulder plates of his deep black armor, the collar of which was adorned with crimson splotches. His gauntlets were more of a silvery white nature, which clashed with his demonic looking armor somewhat, but he never turned down the chance to wear a holy artifact, which he thought soiled, it horribly. Looking lower, one could see that he wore a small belt with straps, which held potions; the belt also tightened the force of his black plated breeches, allowing more movement. Below that were his greaves, both red, and both quite battle worn, a large gnarly spike protruded from each knee guard.
”Now to gather their soul crystals, so I can sell them on the black market.” Skorch returned to the first warrior, quite possibly the toughest of the bunch, he looked the fallen lancer over
“Not dead yet?…” But as this was said he saw the lancer’s soul crystal begin to materialize over his corpse, it began to fly away but Skorch’s hands were quicker, he snatched the crystal up and placed it into his sack, before heading to the next corpse. This was continued of course, until all the soul crystals had been gathered.
“Heh, this will fetch a hefty sum on the black market” Skorch grinned fiercely as he began on the path to Goug.


Skorch reached Gariland Magic City within a two-day trek. Upon reaching it he went to the bar and spoke to the barkeep
“Any rumors you know about?” He inquired.
“Two” Responded the barkeep “One regarding a mister Skorch, and another regarding a party led by the warrior Ramza, each will cost a pretty penny however”. Skorch gave a deep sigh
“I’ll hear about this Ramza person, but it better be worth it” this was said as Skorch slid a small bag of gil across the bar top. “And while you’re at it, get me a whiskey”. The barkeep nodded and gave Skorch a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass before beginning to disclose the information he had.
“Well, they say that there’s this warrior fella, goes by the name of Ramza, apparently someone put a bounty onto his head. Now people from all over are trying to catch him. Last I heard he was spotted heading towards Goug, taking the long way too.” Skorch grinned again, knowing that he could catch up to his would be prey, by taking a two-day route to Goug through the Murond Holy Lands.
“Thanks for the help” Skorch said as he headed out the door and began on his trek towards his target. ‘Since he’s going to Goug, it’ll be like killing two birds with one stone… excellent’

This post has been edited by Zero_Hawk on 19th March 2004 02:50

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Gack! Gimme more! Too... short... does not... compute... narration.... ending.....

I've never played FFT, but this makes me want to. Great job so far, and I look forward to reading the rest.



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Wow. 1,000 posts.

I miss you all now that I'm in boarding school! ;_;

Very good man! do more soon! Besides a few grammatical errors, and the thing I pointed out in chat, this looks to be the start of an excellent fic! Just don't let it putter out as it seems too many writers do.

(( I tried to put paragraphs in here, but it didn't work ))

Chapter 2

Skorch continued moving throughout the day, stopping as nightfall came. He decided it was time to set up camp, so he began to search for a suitable spot. And much to his delight, he did indeed find a nice place to camp. Right smack dab on the outskirts of Murond Holy City. He sighed discouraged sigh before beginning to set up his tent, rather crude as it was, made out of cloth with a large stick in the middle for support
As he finished setting up he turned to start a fire, making a small ring from nearby rocks and then grabbing a nearby log and some twigs. He then mixed them all together inside of the ring rocks and extending his hand towards the twigs, closing his eyes for a moment as he began to chant.
“Destruction of nature, gather in flame! Fire!" As he finished his chant a small fire burst erupted from his hand, engulfing the twigs and log.
“Excellent, the fire has started quite easily” He sat down nearby, crossing his legs, one over the other as he extended his hands, feeling the warmth and smiling contently. He sat for what must have been an hour merely warming up by the fire, feeling the warmth flow in strong currents that washed over him.
It was then that he heard footsteps, small at first, but soon they grew larger, quicker. But he recognized the sound somewhat, it was the clomping of Chocobo feet. He quickly rose up, his hands each resting on a hilt as he surveyed the territory for the oncoming foe.
“Well that’s a new sight…” He glanced far off into the distance, it was a group of three goblins, each riding a different colored chocobo. He assumed of course, that each chocobo riders chocobo, signified a specific role. The one on the red chocobo probably being the highest ranking, or perhaps even a Gobbledeguck.
The gobbledeguck cried out as he rode “Fresh meat boys!”. The black goblin next to him began to grin a bit “Y’here that Rokor? Meats back on the menu!”. Skorch’s sensitive hearing caught up on what they were saying, causing him to unsheath his weapons as he lie in wait. The weakest of them, the goblin riding upon the yellow chocobo, whom Skorch assumed was Rokor yelled out
“Lets get em then! Yah!” He then kicked his chocobos sides, hard, causing it to utter a loud “Kweh!” of pain as it began moving in faster, its long golden neck stretching out a bit as it charged Skorch, pecking at him. Skorch in turn laughed a bit as the pecks didn’t even dent his armor.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Skorch yelled out as he slammed the flat of his blade into the chocobo’s rear end, giving it a rather nasty bruise. The chocobo gave a loud “Kweh!” of pain, before running like hell knocking the riding goblin from its back.
“Well, I’d say that’s one down” Skorch chuckled lightly before cutting down the goblin that had been thrown from the chocobo in one slice. The goblin erupted in a burst of blood and fell to the ground.
“Well, two down.” Skorch laughed a bit as the Black Goblin approached him. The Goblin however was less amused, he pulled his gnarly green fist back and punched Skorch in the jaw, leaving a small dent and bruise. His chocobo then made a meteor appear in the sky and fly down at Skorch’s skull denting his helmet badly, he most certainly felt the blow through the armor.
“Little bastard!” Skorch shouted as he prepared to slice the Black Goblin and its Black Chocobo, but he was too slow, for just as he brought his swords over his head, he felt a fist planting itself in the armorless part of his skull followed by another Chocobo meteor, this time from the Red Chocobo which the Gobbledeguck rode, both nailed him in the back of the skull rather forcefully. Skorch fell forward for a moment before an idea developed. He knew that Ice would consume his entire area, the goblins being hit, but himself as well, but he would be able to recover, where as they wouldn’t.
"Freezing wind, speak of forgotten truths! Ice! ” As Skorch finished his chant a rain of Icy Crystals stormed down upon them, the icy hail smashing into all of them. Though Skorch seemed unaffected when compared to the goblins, whom both had fallen off of their chocobos and began writhing in pain. The chocobos too felt the blow, both fleeing quickly into the distance, never to be seen again.
“Now its time for my victory!” Skorch announced eagerly as he held his blades high, one above each goblins neck. He decided to end it slowly, putting them through slow agonizing pain, he placed the blades against each goblin’s neck and began to saw quite slowly, but enough to sever the flesh. This went on for a total of about ten minutes, making a rather large pool of blood before he finally finished, each goblins head quickly rolling away. He then made his way over to the first goblins corpse, quickly snatching up its soul crystal that had materialized.
“Green? Bah, not very worthwhile…” He rubbed the crystal in his hands absorbing its power. He continued this until the crystal had completely disappeared, his wounds now being healed. He then headed over to the other two corpses, quickly gathering up their soul crystals and placing them in his sack.
“Forget camping out… I’ll continue on my way to Murond” Skorch sighed a bit as this was said. He then began to chant “Destruction of nature, gather in flame! Fire!” Causing a smile fireball to appear in his hand. He then continued on his way, using the small fireball in his hand as a torch.

This post has been edited by Zero_Hawk on 19th March 2004 02:47

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This one time I punched a bear in the forehead TO DEATH! I still have the scars on my chest. I am the manliest man that ever did man.

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“Y’here that Rokor? Meats back on the menu!”

Orcs!

Anyway, another awesome chapter ZH.

Gimme, gimme, gimme, more, more, more.

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Wow. 1,000 posts.

I miss you all now that I'm in boarding school! ;_;