Hello, fellow adventurers! I'm writing this entry from the murky pits of the Palborough Mines. At this moment I'm patiently waiting for friend and fellow Dragoon Raielle to join me in an effort to squash some royal jelly. But you see, Raielle is a bit of a forgetful person. Specifically, boarding the airship while forgetting to grab a Star Orb. Needless to say, I have some time to kill.
I know many of you are wondering where my saga will continue from where I left off a couple logs ago. Well now is as good time as any for me to continue to share my story. And if it helps me get my mind off of this humid, closed in space, then it's all the better.
But first, some quick updates. I've spent the majority of the past week working on my Samurai skills. It's now pretty much up to par to back up my work as Dragoon, which is also now at level 70. Needless to say, the majority of my time is spent gaining experience over the past couple weeks.
But more importantly, I've finally made the move I've been long looking forward to. I am now back home, as a Bastokan once again. I enjoyed my extended time in San d'Oria, and it will always have a special place in my Galkan heart. But Bastok is truly the only place I can call home.
Well that just about covers it for updates this time around, nothing much new to report. So allow me to jump ahead, and continue the saga. Silent's Saga Part II: The Journey Continues...
When I quit adventuring in Vana'diel, I knew I couldn't look back. I knew I could never return to the world that I had left. But, no matter how hard I tried to forget about my adventuring days, they would continue to cross my mind. Even while I was at work, going about my business, I would have flashbacks of the Battering Rams scaling the terrain of the Konschtat Highlands.
Maybe I had some adventuring days left inside me. I knew there was only one way to find out. It was time I begin a new journey as an adventurer. This time, on a new world, assuming a new identity. I was Tresko, staying true to my roots as the warrior hume from Bastok. But this time, I was exploring the world of Ifrit. I could no longer consider myself at home on Kujata.
It didn't take long for me to get back into the swing of things. Before I knew it, I was back to the same point I was when I quit. And this time, it was with the assistance of a new band of adventurers. Although they all still have a spot in a corner of my mind, there was one adventurer I could relate to more than others.
His name was Evilwarrior. A fellow hume warrior that I met in the dunes. It's hard to find comradory in such a miserable place as Valkurm. But the bond I formed that day would stand the test of time. Although we both had our fair share of inexperience, combined we were able to help each other out through all the questions and challenges that were brought our way.
It wasn't long before that we went into business together. We ran RagingPower, one of the hottest Social linkshells on Ifrit in 2005. Together, we built a strong community on the foundation that we held dear. Being kind, caring, and compassionate to all fellow adventurers.
But of course it wasn't long before I ran into the same problems that plagued me as warrior before. Around level 24, I began losing my traction once again. I found myself dying far too often, and just as days past, I began to fall back while others moved forward.
It ultimately led me to question, maybe I am just not made for an adventuring lifestyle? Maybe I just don't have it in me? Of course, my new brother-in-arm Evilwarrior tried to convince me that maybe being a Warrior was not the right job for me. That perhaps I was meant to be a supporter of the front line jobs.
But I was so miserable about my own failures out on the field, that nobody could have convinced me I was anything short of a reject of Vana'diel. After a fairly lengthy send-off party held in the lighthouse of South Gustaberg, a place I often went privately to gather my thoughts, I said my farewells and walked away.
And as I had prepared to leave the adventuring life behind me for good...I heard Evilwarrior yell at me to stop. I got up, turned around, and saw him running to me from the lighthouse I just left. He wanted to have a talk with me, one on one, away from everyone else. So I agreed to have a quick walk with him before I hung up my sword.
The conversation lasted longer than I had expected. It began outside the lighthouse of South Gustaberg, and continued until we reached the Valkurm Dunes. It was there I realized, this was the place the bond began. The exact spot me and Evilwarrior were standing at now, was the same spot we first met that faithful day, now several months ago.
We took our linkshells off for a moment, sat on the sand, and just talked. He continued to convince me that leaving was not the right choice. That there was still more that I could do. But beyond all that, he would miss the times we've spent adventuring together across the land. And I knew I would too.
But in my mind, I was already gone. I just could not do this, no matter who had said otherwise. I hated to leave the world behind, but I was sure there was nothing left for me here. I have done all that I am capable of. And it's time for everyone else to move on to bigger and greater things. Ultimately, there's no need for me to hang around anymore.
So with a sorrowful embrace, I waved farewell one last time. My time as Tresko, the level 26 Warrior, and the character I had experienced my greatest moments with, had come to an end.
Well look who finally decided to show up! I'm gonna have to leave it here for now, as there's some jelly that needs to be killed. Assuming Raielle doesn't get lost in these mines...
Until next time, my fellow adventurers. May the greatest of swords fall into your hands.
-SL
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