Sunday, May 30, 2004

The Legend of Mana-ru

Vana Diel is changed,
I feel it in the water crystals,
I feel it in the earth crystals,
I smell it in the Bastok air,
It's a dangerous business... going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
As Tryptifaeris woke the morning light illuminated his lonely mog house, he got up and streched, his body aching from the cold hard floor. He threw on his robes and stumbled out into Bastok markets, after shivering for a few minutes in front of firewater circle his pal Krogenar met up with him and the two set out for Windurst.
As we traveled thru the Konschat Highlands a giant Mist Lizard snuck up behind us Oo.

We crossed the white sand beaches of the Valkurm Dunes and reached the Port town of Selbina, I paid the 100 gil for a ferry ticket and waited for the ferry to M'huara.

During our voyage I asked the captain if I could steer the ship, and was quickly escorted to the brig.

Later during our trip I tried to organize a shuffle board competition on deck, it went well until pirates came and ruined it....they're no fun!

When we arrived in M'huara Krog told me to stay close and keep my eyes peeled for mobs while we crossed Buburimu Peninsula. I didn't have the slightest idea where I was going since I didn't have the maps for this region. We crossed Tahrongi Canyon to East Sarutabaruta, the terrain was quite different from both Gustaberg and Ronafaure, windy, dry, and the land was flat and streched out as far as my elvaan eyes could see.

When we entered Windurst I thanked Krog for being my guild to this strange land, and went off to familiarize myself with the locals, here I am visiting the Windurst petting zoo...serious! The citizens are a unique mix of races, taru taru and Mithra.

Here we see how Windurst harnesses the power of nature compared to Bastok's total disregard for it's natural resources. I'm gonna give President Karst a piece of my mind when I get back!
Windurst is teeming with life! This lily pad sheds light upon a small pond during the night, frogs sing and crickets chirp melodies as Tryptifaeris slips in a peaceful dream of the blond girl from Al Bhed...
The next morning Tryptifaeris heads to port Windurst and visits the fishing guild, then pulls out his rod and shows it to this Mithra, my cheek is still red Oo

After spending a few days in Windurst, I got homesick for Bastok so I packed up my stuff and headed home. Once I was back I checked my Auction House sales and went to my mog house.

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