User:Kyuro

The Past Both of my parents were Corsairs originally hailing from Al Zahbi. A few days after my 10th birthday my father was killed by a troll raid on the city. At the time me and my mother were both sheltered under our house in the hopes of going undetected. After hours of relentless blitzing our home forces were victorious in holding back the opposing armies. Me and my mother didn't dare leave our safe hold for hours even after the battles had ended. It was then that Skyserpent General Rughadjeen, the mighty Elvaan Paladin, knocked on our door to bring us the grave news. We shouted to him to get his attention and he beckoned for us to come out into the light. As he detailed my fathers last moments, rather than sadness, I felt a great sense of pride. It was my father that had struck the final blow against the terrible troll general. Men, women and children all across Al Zahbi owed there lives to my father. As Rughadjeen started to make his way back to Ulthalam Parade I looked to my mothers eyes. I could see into her soul, and see what she had planned.

We returned into the house and she instructed me to collect my most prized possessions and enough food, water and medicines for a long journey. No more than 5 minutes had passed before we were aboard a ferry to the port town of Mhaura. This would be the furthest I had ever been from home. Aboard the ship I met many other families who had lost a loved one and seeked a new life on a new continent. I slept for alot of the journey but after about 3 hours of sea faring I was awoken to the thump of a mighty Kraken on the upper deck. Being inquisitive by nature I wanted to go up and find out what was going on. But my mother instructed me to stay in my bed and so I did. She went to check that everyone was alright. She opened the deck and the mighty sea creature immediately became aggressive toward her. She reached for her gun and found that she only had 4 bullets. She had to make them count. She fired quickly and accurately at the beast but it barely took a scratch. This monster was stronger than she was used to back home. The beast struck back at my mother, she fell to the ground without ever making a sound. I watched devestated through the open door way. As it made its way down into the cabin a mighty Galkan warrior by the name of Crying Wind blocked its path. And with a tremendous grunt plunged his axe deep into the monsters skull. It let out a roar and crashed to the ground. I ran up the stairs to tend to my mother but I was too late. She too had fallen victim to the wrath of monsters. I stood alone for a while looking out to sea before Crying Wind came over to me. He explained that he was an Iron Musketeer charged with overseeing the conquest of Bastok and thats where he was going. I in turn told him my story and he offered to take me with him. I felt safe with him, and with nowhere else to go, I accepted and we made our way to Bastok.

We arrived in Mhaura at high noon in the middle of summer. It was the most unbearable heat I ever experienced, but Crying Wind seemed unphased. The galka are typically a slow moving race both in and out of battle, but he was different. He had many responsibilities to his nation, so we were to move at lightning pace. There were a share of beastmen who thought they could get the better of him but all were fatally mistaken.

I tired quickly in the heat and couldn't hold my self up by the time we reached the border to the Konschtat Highlands. The powerful Galka without saying a word lifted me onto his back and continued on his way back to Bastok. I soon fell asleep and only awoke to the sound of the hustle and bustle of a city centre. A sound I had missed over the past few days.

It was far cooler in Bastok and I immediately felt at home. I explored the city abit, and found myself fascinated by all the different chocobos adventurers were raising. After a bit of exploration Crying Wind summoned me back to him at the gate and instructed me to take a letter to the President in the Presidents Office. I got alot of funny looks as I approached the big wooden doors, but I ignored them for the most part. I softly knocked on the door and was instructed to enter. The President let out a chuckle as I came in and I immediately handed him the letter without letting out a sound. He opened it and read through the papers. He sat me down and consoled me for my loss that was detailed in the letters. As I soon discovered also among the papers were forms for my adoption by Crying Wind and forms to change my national allegiance to that of Bastok. Without a second thought I agreed to both. I returned to Crying Wind and he had no expression on his face, something I would soon get used to. He handed me a key to his house and told me we would talk about the day later.

I couldn't sleep when I arrived in my new adopted fathers house, and after what seemed like a lifetime Crying Wind opened the door and sat me down without saying a thing. We talked into the night about my future and my past. He told me he would raise me as his own to be a great warrior like himself, and that one day I might be an Iron Musketeer. I was buzzing with excitement. But then he told me it would not be until my 16th birthday that I would be allowed to get involved in live combat. I went to bed disapointed, but also excited about what the future would hold. I swore that night to avenge the deaths of my mother and father. When I had trained sufficiently, I would return to Al Zahbi and fight the invading forces to the death....

At the age of 16 I stepped out of Bastoks walls with a purpose. My story begins here....

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