Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Javarr: The Azure Scourge of Bastok ❯ Chapter 0 - The Meeting ( Prologue )

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/em sighs and lights a Roll of Bastokan Tobacco +1

 

Now with that out of the way, lawyers happy, and the risk of getting sued by a multi-million dollar company avoided, on with the story.

 

 

Chapter 0: The Meeting

 

In the world of Vana'diel, on the southern tip of the Quon continent, lays a nation known as the Republic of Bastok. This nation, though young compared to the Federation of Windurst and the Kingdom of San d'Oria, is one of the three major powers that drove the shadows form the land in the in the great war, otherwise known as the Crystal War.

 

Driven by the flames of industry, Bastok is a thriving nation, built by the ever-adaptable Humes and the brute strength of the Galka. One could walk for hours in its Marketplace and still not see all of the fruits of the nation's labor. Ever looming over the Markets is the large, white stone structure known as the Metalworks. This place is the center of Bastok in geographical terms as well as in terms of importance.

 

If one were to follow the path past the entrance to the Metalworks and down, you would come to Bastok's Airship port. Once again you would encounter many vender booths and other more permanent buildings. After following the curves of the road, you would come to a set of stairs. Going up those stairs you would then come to a simple stone-constructed building with a small sign propped up against the wall by the door. The sign would say “The Steaming Sheep”, Port Bastok's most famous eatery. Upon pushing open the large, wooden double doors, you would find a low-lit room, adorned with wooden furniture, mainly small tables with about three to four chairs each. Along the back wall, a part was cut off by a long bar with a couple of stools along its front face.

 

This time of day, there aren't too many people in the Steaming Sheep, Mainly travelers or those waiting for the next airship flight or waiting to greet those coming in on the airship. Withdrawing the small piece of parchment from your pocket, you look at the message that brought you here once again.

 

“I heard you wish to hear my story. Meet me at the Steaming Sheep today at 13:00. I'll be waiting in the far back.”

 

-Javarr Malutei

 

Looking around, you see a person sitting alone on the far back. As you move closer, you think you can hear the person talking. As you get closer to the table, you see something blue sitting in the chair next to the person in question. This “something” appears to be alive and gnawing happily on a piece of meat. Once you were closer, you could finally get a good look at the person that seems to be feeding this little blue wyvern. He seemed young, dark brown hair that came down to just above his shoulders, and hazel eyes. His attire was a dark blue armor, very streamlined and of almost ethereal quality. Against the wall behind his chair, a weapon was perched. This weapon was about a long as he was tall, made from a light blue metal, formed into a wide-bladed trident with gold running along the edge and center outsides of the design. Just being this close to the weapon put off an aura of power. It was clear now that you had found the sender of the message. That weapon, Gungnir, The armor, that of the Dragoon. This was Javarr Malutei, the “Azure Scourge”.

 

Looking up from his mug of ale, Javarr smiled at your approach

 

“Welcome!” He proclaimed as he stood, still holding his mug. ”Please, have a seat.”

 

As you took your seat on the opposite side of the table from Javarr, he too sat back down. After signaling the waitress to bring more drinks and offering you a choice of refreshment for yourself, he went on.

 

“So why the interest in my past if I may ask?”

 

You explain that you are doing research on the various adventurers that had made a large impact on the course of history in Vana'diel. He chuckled a little bit and took down another draft from his mug.

 

“So that's why. The president most of told you that I had this big part in history. Well, in my own view of events, I was just doing my part for the Republic, but if you still want to hear my story, I guess I could take a walk down memory lane. It's been awhile sense I did that. All right, order up another drink and settle in. This could take quite a while.”