Amar Tien: A Misadventure
Deep in the Black Shroud lies the city-state of Gridania. A simple town, nestled in the wondrous Twelveswood, where mortals live in harmony with the spiritual inhabitants of the forest, the Elementals. It is here where we find our small band of unusual adventurers, in the inn near the aetheryte plaza.
At a small table, three young adventurers were gathered. Two sat in chairs while the third stood over them. Two men, and a female. The female was Au Ra, rather petit, yet tall for the average female. She sat wearing the grand armor of the Dark Knight, a warrior who uses the power of darkness to their advantage. Her helmet was off, revealing her beautiful face, short brown hair, and black scales. In her hand were four cards. Sitting across from her was a male Au Ra, tall and accidentally intimidating due to his rather soul-piercing eyes. He wore a while cloak, the cloak of a white mage, magic users specializing in the healing arts, as well as earth, water, and wind offensive magic. His hood was down revealing said face, black scales, and shoulder length brown hair and white highlights. In his hand were also four cards. Standing above them was a black Mi’qote, with black hair and fur, with the armaments of a mechanist, a gunner with specialization in certain technologies. It is said that these three became the legendary Warriors of Light, who saved the land of Eorzea from the Garlean Empire and the evil Ascian god Lahabrea. This is but one of their many adventures.

The female Au Ra stared intently at her hand. She knew she had the upper hand, however, her opponent could easily turn the tides. When she looked at the battle raging on the table, then back at her hand, she smiled, and placed down one final card.
“HA! Shiva for the win!” She shouted with glee.
The male Au Ra’s face showed great displeasure. “What?!” He looked at the field. He studied the table carefully. “Oh, dammit.”
The female put her cards down, and motioned for him to hand something over. “Come on, you know the rules. Hand over Garuda.”
The male reluctantly gave her the card, and as she took it, she squealed happily. “Yes!” She said, “Now my collection of Primal cards is complete!”
The male Au Ra sighed in defeat. “You got lucky, Lunch.”
Lunch, the female Au Ra, stuck her tongue out playfully. “As if! You just need better cards, Koloon.”
Koloon glared at Lunch. “That was my better card.”
“Oh well!” She replied, laughing happily.
The male Mi’qote let out a hearty laugh. “I told you it was a bad idea to face her in Triple Triad. Especially for a novice like yourself.”
Koloon turned to the Mi’qote. “Oh shut up, Sipurra.”
Sipurra let out another hearty laugh. Koloon sighed once again.
Lunch put her deck away, and looked at Koloon. “I’ll be honest though, you were putting up quite a fight. You had some good moves in there, despite the crappy cards.” She gave him a thumbs up, “Not bad, little brother.”
Koloon was about to give her a snarky response when their linkshell rang. A linkshell is a form of long distance communication between people.
“Koloon.” He said in response to the ringing.
“Koloon. You know, no matter how many times I call, you’re always the one who picks up.” The voice of a young man came through.
Koloon’s face began to turn red, as he quickly stood up straight. “Th-Th-Thancred!” He stuttered, “T-t-t-to what do I owe the p-p-p-pleasure?”
“Actually, I’m calling on behalf of Minfillia. Tell me, are Lunch and Sipurra with you?”
Koloon’s face showed his displeasure at his question. “Yes, they’re here.”
“Wonderful! Please, do come to the Waking Sands. There’s something Minfillia has to tell us, but wishes for you three to be present as well.”
Koloon’s voice fell flat. “Of course. We’ll be there soon.”
“I shall let her know. Safe travels.” With that, Thancred spoke no more over the linkshell.
Koloon sighed, plopping back into his chair like a ragdoll that had been dropped. His face returned to natural color.
Lunch smiled mischievously. “Aw, what’s wrong, Ko? Did your lover call, but not want you?”
He glared at her, a look that screamed for her to stop talking. Lunch flinched, “Eep!”
Sipurra spoke up. “Either way, Thancred called. What’d he want?”
Koloon turned to him. “He said something about Minfillia wanting to tell the Scions, yet she wanted us to be there as well.”
Lunch looked confused, “What could be so important that she’d want us?”
Koloon turned back to Lunch, “You make it sound so strange for Minfillia to want our presence. After everything we’ve all been through, it comes as no surprise.”
“Either way,” Sipurra says, “we’d better get going.”
Lunch jumps up out of her seat. “Yup!” She looks at Koloon, “’Sides, I’m sure Ko here would love to see he precious Thany Credy.”
Koloon shoots up out of his chair, his face once again red. “SHUT UP LUNCH!”

Waking Sands: Thanalan

The trio walk through the doors to the Solar. Inside was a small room, with bookcases on both sides, and a desk in between them. Standing within were the members of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. A young Mi’qote woman with white hair and fur, a Hyur female with a strange mask covering half of her face, a male Lalafell sporting a monacle, a small Elezen male, a Hyur male, and a Hyur female with blonde hair who stands behind the desk.
The trio stop in front of it. Koloon spoke up. “So, Minfillia,” He said to the Hyur behind the desk, “what’s gathered us here?”
Minfillia nodded. “First off, I thank you all for coming. I’m sure you all were busy, and I apologize for the short notice.”
Lunch raised her hand. “Excuse me! Is this about the Primals again?”
Minfillia smiled. “Gladly, no. The Primal threat has been purged for the time being.”
Lunch’s hand lowered. “’F-for the time being’?”
Sipurra looked at Lunch. “You expected them to just up and disappear?”
“Well, k-kind of. Garuda’s a bitch.”
“That goes without saying.”
Koloon spoke up. “Guys, we can talk about Garuda’s bitchiness later. For now, let Minfillia talk.”
The Hyur man chuckled. Koloon turned to him, and once again his faced turned red. He smiled at the man.
Minfillia smiled again. “I would like to hear such a conversation, if it’s no trouble.” She stated, “But for now, Koloon is correct. Such talk shall wait.”
She took a deep breath, and continued speaking. “It has, unfortunately, come to my attention that innocents are yet again disappearing. To where, no one knows. Some of the locals are becoming superstitious, calling the disappearances ‘being spirited away’.”
Koloon spoke up. “’Spirited away’? Had the elementals turned to such crimes, either I or Sylphie would have surely noticed.”
The Lalafell spoke up. “If you remember, the elementals are not the only spiritual beings that reside in Eorzea. Spirits of the dead also roam.”
Koloon turned to him. “Yes, a good majority of them are walking corpses, Papalimo.”
The masked woman turned to Papalimo. “He’s got you there.”
He looked at her. “Hush, Yda.”
Minfillia spoke up again. “Whether by elemental, or spirit, or even by the hand of those still living, these events worry me.”
The Mi’qote’s ears twitched in curiosity. “If I may ask, how long has this been going on?”
“Too long, sadly. I know of many cases in both Gridania, and Ul’Dah. What of Limsa Lominsa, Yshtola?”
“The same. However, the numbers are numerous.”
A look of worry comes upon Minfillia’s face. “This is even more worrisome.”
Lunch pipes up. “Um, how does this not have to do with the Primals. The Amal’ja kidnapped people to give Ifrit more followers.”
“Yes, that is true,” Minfillia replied, looking at Lunch, “however, we’ve found no clues as to a Pirmal’s involvement.”
The Hyur male spoke up. “They could be preparing for when whatever beast tribe that may be committing the crimes summons said Primal. We’ve yet to deal with Leviathan.”
Minfillia turned to him. “You believe it to be the Sahagin, Thancred?”
He shrugged. “A theory, in all honesty.”
Y’shtola spoke up. “There’s been no reports of Sahagin activity pointing towards Leviathan’s summoning.”
Koloon looked to the young Elezen. “Any ideas Alphinaud?”
He shook his head. “This baffles me as much as it does everyone else. There has been no proof of beast tribe involvement, or activity. Yet we’re not even sure if it was even committed by a member of the living or the dead.”
Strange, Koloon thought, not even Alphinaud has even an inkling of a clue. Could it be…?
He turned to Minfillia. “Do we have an idea which gender is disappearing?”
She gave a confused look. “Gender?”
“Yes.” He said nodding, “Is it only women or men?”
She thought for a moment. “The reports have shown more men than women, but both genders have been affected either way.”
“Dammit. I thought for sure Siren was at fault.”
“Minfillia!” Came a small voice.
Everyone turned to see a small female Lalafell with what looked like a letter in her right hand.
“Tataru? What is it?” Minfillia asked.
Tataru walked up to her, and handed her the letter. “This came for you.”
Minfillia took it, opened it, and skimmed it over. “It would appear there has just been a recent disappearance.” She turned back to everyone, “This is an opportunity to investigate. The incident occurred in Ul’Dah. A young Rogyden gladiator named Titan’s Fist.” She turned to Thancred, “You, Sipurra, Lunch, and Koloon shall investigate.”
“H-hang on.” Koloon objected, “Surely there’s no need to have four people investigate one incident at once. Wouldn’t it be more advantageous for me and Thancred to investigate in Ul’Dah, Sipurra to investigate the disappearances in Gridania with Yda Papalimo, and Lunch to investigate Limsa Lominsa’s with Y’shtola?”
Y’shtola shook her head. “It would do us no good. The investigations in Gridania and Limsa would take much longer.”
“But-!”
“Enough Koloon.” Minfillia interrupted, “I understand your reasoning, but I would rather you take Lunch, and Sipurra, as further protection.”
Lunch poked Koloon’s left arm with her elbow. “Yeah Ko. Besides, you may be a white mage, but you’re not strong enough to withstand a beating.”
“You say that, but last week I was the one who saved your ass when you got surrounded by wild wolves.”

Gladiator’s Guild: Ul’Dah

Koloon and Thancred were investigating Titan’s personal guild room for any clues as to the Rogyden’s disappearance, while Lunch and Sipurra question his guildmates.
Koloon had a rather unhappy look on his face. I can’t believe this. He thought, I might’ve been a little lenient on the idea of Y’shtola helping, but Lunch and Sipurra?! If I try now, I’ll never hear the end of it! He chuckled, Listen to me, as if it’d be the first time.
“What’s so funny?” Thancred asked.
Koloon’s face went red once again. He looked at him, “N-n-nothing! Just, uh, remembering something Sipurra told me!”
“I see.” He smiled, “You’ll have to tell me sometime.”
With that, Thancred returned to his search.
Oh trust me, I’d love to do more than tell you anything. But…
Koloon moved over to Titan’s desk, and opened up one of the drawers. He searched through, and noticed a letter. He pulled it out, and examined the envelope. I was plain, nothing stating who sent it, and the seal keeping it closed wasn’t familiar. It was round, red, and had a picture of a dragon on it.
“Draconians?” He wondered, “But why would the send something to someone in Eorzea? They have no reach here.”
“Find something?” Thancred asked, walking over to Koloon.
“I’m not sure.” He replied, “This seal screams Draconian, but last I remember, they’re reach never went past Coerthas.”
“Maybe whoever sent it loves how dragons look, eh?”
He blushed. Is that a hint? Or is he just saying that to be, well, Thancred?
“Maybe.” Koloon said, “It may be worth keeping, just in case.”
“Agreed. Anything else in these drawers?”
“In the one I searched, other than this, nothing much that says ‘unusual’. I haven’t checked the other one.”
Thancred opens the other drawer and began searching.
Well, Koloon thought, if nothing else, I should be glad it’s just us here…in this room…by ourselves…
Koloon began imagining what could be. All ended in he and Thancred kissing passionately. His face gave way to a look of sheer bliss at the thoughts.
“Koloon,” Thancred said, interrupting Koloon’s thoughts, “take a look at this.”
Koloon looked and saw Thancred flipping through a book. “What is it? A journal?”