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Chapter I
Toru, a Tarutaru of the age of seven scampered slowly through the tall grass in his back yard. It was a warm day, if it hadn't been for the cool southern breeze he would be sweating from merely walking around striking down blades of grass with a rigid branch( It had been ages since the grass had last been cut, he nor his parents cared but-they did live in the middle of sarutabaruta-who would be around to frown upon this action) His mother was out upon the family chocobo Fillis to sell their potatoes to the merchants, and his father kept a hawk's eye on him from a near window.
Once Toru grew tired he sat and rested his head on a nearby Elm tree. He was warned that he wasn't allowed to sleep outside in fall-but he also knew that his mother had let him in the summer, so it couldn't be that big of a deal if she caught him taking a slight nap in the fall. As his eyes drifted in and out of sleep as if as soon as he had closed his eyes he heard a scream.
He'd recognized the tone of voice anywhere it was undoubtedly his mother. But why would she be screaming? His body moved on it's own to the door, once he regained his senses he smelled something burning. Like a orc would a hume it hit him! His family was being raided by the Yagudo! He was aware of a lazy pack of Yagudo near where he lived called the Yajubdo Yagudo who didn't enjoy farming and sometimes stole from their potato farm.
His mother had probably refused to give them food and shown them that they had already sold everything enraging them.. He wanted to help but at the age of five a tarutaru is near one and a half feet tall and can't do much to a Yagudo. Without thinking twice, Toru staggered to the front yard as fast as his half-asleep body could take him ran into the cellar and came out with his father's treasured Butterfly Axe. He could hardly lift it! This model was made for humes and it was near twice his size!
He dragged it up the cellar stairs slowly and then ran towards his father who was fending off two Yagudo. His father could actually use this giant axe, it had been ages since Toru had seen him do so, but he knew he could. Just before he could make it to his weeping father a tall Yagudo glided from the top of his now burning house to the path between him and his father.
The Yagudo laughed clenched his clawed fist around the tiny humanoid's skull and lifted him into the air. The miniscule creature felt like his head would detach from his neck, but instead he felt no pain and only the rage to kill the Yagudo filled through his body. He managed to fling the giant axe at the bird but only managed to make the butt end of the handle hit it underneath the ribs leaving it breathless. The Yagudo dropped the tarutaru and gasped for air six times. This was just enough time to get the axe to his father-unfortunately there was seven raiding Yagudos and when he arrived near his father a yagudo had already given him a finishing blow.
Tears of rage, sorrow and anger filled Toru's eyes to the utter brim... He clenched his fist around the axe and tried to lift it. His tiny arms just couldn't hold something twice his weight... The Yagudo didn't finish Toru off... Toru didn't understand it..
The Yagudo just left him there... He had wished he was dead.. He had no one to turn to, nothing to do and no idea how to survive.. Suddenly he looked down at the axe that sat next to him in the grass.. The axe his father once wore proudly upon his back, the axe that he couldn't use.. The axe that because he couldn't use costed him the thing he treasured most, his future..
But all was not lost, one thing ringed in Toru's mind.. Windurst. He had a gut instinct telling him he had to go there and learn the ways of the warrior like his father did before making a family...
Chapter II(not full yet, will edit this out and the rest in)
"It's been eight years since that day I swore to pledge my life to yield an axe.. Eight years since the two people dearest to me were slaughtered and raped of their lives by savages, right before my eyes... It's been eight years since I stepped foot on the overpopulated land named Windurst.. Eight years since my life was ripped from me and thrown back.. Since my existence was thrown in the trash..
For a fifteen year old tarutaru.. I certainly expected to be taller.. I stand at about 2.9ft.. I've been trying to lift my father's beloved butterfly axe every other day since I've arrived.. I can now weild the humbering axe for a set time after a short work out..
I'm starting to lose hope.. I have no one to talk to, no significant other and no friend. Too many aquantinces too count. But no one to talk to. I guess that's why I even write in my father's old diary.
At the age of fifteen my father was already a proud certified adventurer.. I'm a common street rat.. Because of my short height I'm excluded from every dojo, adventurer training station and tournement seconds after I tell them my profession.. It's sickening.. I can't get better this way, I can only teach myself so much..
Which brings up the question:'Will I ever be able to perform elemental attacks(OOC note:elemental attack=WS')?' Everybody I know has had a sensei(including my father) sometime or another...
To think my name, Toru, actually means 'Fearless Soldier in ancient Windurstian makes me grimace.. I have such a rage and a fighting need swelled up inside me.. But my body.. It's too small.. It makes me wonder.. What evil deed have I done in a passed life to receive such karma.. To receive the body of such a small race..
Once again, because of my small stature.. I take next to everything reffering to my appearence offensive.. I've got into many street fights with Tarutaru trouble makers a few Mithran Bandits and even some Galkan Savages since arriving in this land..
I've came next to death numerous times and have been knocked out in almost every other fight. I keep telling myself 'What doesn't kill me, can only make me stronger..'.. But sometimes I don't know if it's really worth it to follow in my father's footsteps..
Sometimes I wonder.. If I throw my life away, maybe because of the little bad deeds I've done in this life, will I receive a Elvaan or Galkan body? Or will my bad karma have not yet rubbed off... "
If you wanna be added into the plot just ring, and I'll think of a clever way to add you-I need characters currently =p
Awsome name Serantos, I'm currently working on a plot, I stole this plot(chptr.1's plot) from a(much crappier) story I wrote two and a half years ago (was 11).. So now I got to brain storm some ideas. But your guy'll fit in perfectly I'm sure(he sounds/looks like royalty, I'll have to do something with that
).
The parts with you in it will probably be submited by friday at the latest. I'll get back to writing.
Edited some gammar. Kthx.
Also I'm going to pm you a question Serantos? K?
Toru, a Tarutaru of the age of seven scampered slowly through the tall grass in his back yard. It was a warm day, if it hadn't been for the cool southern breeze he would be sweating from merely walking around striking down blades of grass with a rigid branch( It had been ages since the grass had last been cut, he nor his parents cared but-they did live in the middle of sarutabaruta-who would be around to frown upon this action) His mother was out upon the family chocobo Fillis to sell their potatoes to the merchants, and his father kept a hawk's eye on him from a near window.
Once Toru grew tired he sat and rested his head on a nearby Elm tree. He was warned that he wasn't allowed to sleep outside in fall-but he also knew that his mother had let him in the summer, so it couldn't be that big of a deal if she caught him taking a slight nap in the fall. As his eyes drifted in and out of sleep as if as soon as he had closed his eyes he heard a scream.
He'd recognized the tone of voice anywhere it was undoubtedly his mother. But why would she be screaming? His body moved on it's own to the door, once he regained his senses he smelled something burning. Like a orc would a hume it hit him! His family was being raided by the Yagudo! He was aware of a lazy pack of Yagudo near where he lived called the Yajubdo Yagudo who didn't enjoy farming and sometimes stole from their potato farm.
His mother had probably refused to give them food and shown them that they had already sold everything enraging them.. He wanted to help but at the age of five a tarutaru is near one and a half feet tall and can't do much to a Yagudo. Without thinking twice, Toru staggered to the front yard as fast as his half-asleep body could take him ran into the cellar and came out with his father's treasured Butterfly Axe. He could hardly lift it! This model was made for humes and it was near twice his size!
He dragged it up the cellar stairs slowly and then ran towards his father who was fending off two Yagudo. His father could actually use this giant axe, it had been ages since Toru had seen him do so, but he knew he could. Just before he could make it to his weeping father a tall Yagudo glided from the top of his now burning house to the path between him and his father.
The Yagudo laughed clenched his clawed fist around the tiny humanoid's skull and lifted him into the air. The miniscule creature felt like his head would detach from his neck, but instead he felt no pain and only the rage to kill the Yagudo filled through his body. He managed to fling the giant axe at the bird but only managed to make the butt end of the handle hit it underneath the ribs leaving it breathless. The Yagudo dropped the tarutaru and gasped for air six times. This was just enough time to get the axe to his father-unfortunately there was seven raiding Yagudos and when he arrived near his father a yagudo had already given him a finishing blow.
Tears of rage, sorrow and anger filled Toru's eyes to the utter brim... He clenched his fist around the axe and tried to lift it. His tiny arms just couldn't hold something twice his weight... The Yagudo didn't finish Toru off... Toru didn't understand it..
The Yagudo just left him there... He had wished he was dead.. He had no one to turn to, nothing to do and no idea how to survive.. Suddenly he looked down at the axe that sat next to him in the grass.. The axe his father once wore proudly upon his back, the axe that he couldn't use.. The axe that because he couldn't use costed him the thing he treasured most, his future..
But all was not lost, one thing ringed in Toru's mind.. Windurst. He had a gut instinct telling him he had to go there and learn the ways of the warrior like his father did before making a family...
Chapter II(not full yet, will edit this out and the rest in)
"It's been eight years since that day I swore to pledge my life to yield an axe.. Eight years since the two people dearest to me were slaughtered and raped of their lives by savages, right before my eyes... It's been eight years since I stepped foot on the overpopulated land named Windurst.. Eight years since my life was ripped from me and thrown back.. Since my existence was thrown in the trash..
For a fifteen year old tarutaru.. I certainly expected to be taller.. I stand at about 2.9ft.. I've been trying to lift my father's beloved butterfly axe every other day since I've arrived.. I can now weild the humbering axe for a set time after a short work out..
I'm starting to lose hope.. I have no one to talk to, no significant other and no friend. Too many aquantinces too count. But no one to talk to. I guess that's why I even write in my father's old diary.
At the age of fifteen my father was already a proud certified adventurer.. I'm a common street rat.. Because of my short height I'm excluded from every dojo, adventurer training station and tournement seconds after I tell them my profession.. It's sickening.. I can't get better this way, I can only teach myself so much..
Which brings up the question:'Will I ever be able to perform elemental attacks(OOC note:elemental attack=WS')?' Everybody I know has had a sensei(including my father) sometime or another...
To think my name, Toru, actually means 'Fearless Soldier in ancient Windurstian makes me grimace.. I have such a rage and a fighting need swelled up inside me.. But my body.. It's too small.. It makes me wonder.. What evil deed have I done in a passed life to receive such karma.. To receive the body of such a small race..
Once again, because of my small stature.. I take next to everything reffering to my appearence offensive.. I've got into many street fights with Tarutaru trouble makers a few Mithran Bandits and even some Galkan Savages since arriving in this land..
I've came next to death numerous times and have been knocked out in almost every other fight. I keep telling myself 'What doesn't kill me, can only make me stronger..'.. But sometimes I don't know if it's really worth it to follow in my father's footsteps..
Sometimes I wonder.. If I throw my life away, maybe because of the little bad deeds I've done in this life, will I receive a Elvaan or Galkan body? Or will my bad karma have not yet rubbed off... "
If you wanna be added into the plot just ring, and I'll think of a clever way to add you-I need characters currently =p
Awsome name Serantos, I'm currently working on a plot, I stole this plot(chptr.1's plot) from a(much crappier) story I wrote two and a half years ago (was 11).. So now I got to brain storm some ideas. But your guy'll fit in perfectly I'm sure(he sounds/looks like royalty, I'll have to do something with that
).The parts with you in it will probably be submited by friday at the latest. I'll get back to writing.
Edited some gammar. Kthx.
Also I'm going to pm you a question Serantos? K?
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