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"I had lived my life the only way that I had known. But when the pillars of that life came crashing down, I did not stand and watch them fall. I turned, and walked away."

A single figure trudged slowly through the driving snow. The Blond teen, covered with burns and soot, continued forward. He stared out into the middle distance, only seeing the scenes his mind replaying and not where he was headed…

The Arrow entering Teitra’s Heart

The victorious smirk on Argath’s face

Zalbag’s back as he walked away

His brother’s men killing his fellow recruits at Argath’s Command

Delita’s hatred burning through his eyes

… 

The silhouettes of Delita and Tetra amongst the smoke and fire of the fortress.

Reality returned as his foot caught rock hidden deep in the snow sending him tumbling forward. He lay on his back as the snow continued to fall. He weakly tried to stand but his battle wounds and emotions held him down like weights. His vision blurred as hot tears finally emerged streaking down his frozen face.

“Delita…” he whimpered softly, mourning his oldest friend for the first time. Steadfast and Loyal… a brother more so than Zalbag and Dycedarg had ever been. Especially Now. Zalbag’s unphased expression while Tetra fell dead brought a burning feeling to his chest against the Numbing cold. Could he return to such a place after witnessing that? Go home like nothing had happened? A home without Delita or Tetra?

“Mayhaps I should just let winter take me? I’m sure That others are waiting for me…” he whispered as he took in the howling winds and twisted snow. He could just close his eyes and this whole nightmare would be over…

“Now that would be a terrible waste of potential!” Another voice pierced his fatalistic solitude coming from seemingly all around him, sending all of his senses to alert… Wind had stopped, ALL sounds had and the snow was hanging in the air in an affront to gravity. “Yer not just going to lay there are you?” the course informal voice held an almost mocking turn. Like everything they witnessed was amusing. It was irritating. “Is this the Extent of Balbane’s Legacy?” Ramza tightened his fist around the snow until it became painful.

“What would you have me do?!” he shouted horsely to the Sky, “Father … would never have allowed this to stand…” he hissed knowing it to be true. But he was not his father, he lacked that overwhelming strength to force the correct outcome. The fire in him died away leaving him hollow once more “So taunt all you wish Devil, I have nothing to give you.”

“I suppose that's true enough… But what if I have something for you? A second chance perhaps or…" the voice provided cheerfully, ignoring the young man’s misery. “A chance to save them from their fate.” The whispered words sounded as sweet as candy and as much as it sickened him he could not quell the rise of hope. It was just as the church stories told. How one would find themselves damned to hell through the best of intentions…

“So… my soul then?” The noble said bitterly. “You wish to take my salvation as well?”

“So Dramatic.” the Devil said, sounding a bit put out. “Hardly something so simple. I'll never understand why mortal beings think there soul is worth so much. It's such a simple process, no sport at all.”

“Sport…” Ramza Grimaced, “Damn you....” he cursed softly but the voice continued on undeterred.

“Yes, for a timeline reset this requires an appropriate trial. Restoring a life does take a lot of energy, but if your able to do the work You’ll be able to undo their deaths." The voice was so calm about the concept it almost made him believe it was true. “How many are you trying to save? Just the Hyral siblings? Or are you including your academy friends… two lives is a lot less work then 10 after all.”

“Stop it…”

“Or Perhaps your father as well?”  

“Do not mock me!” He shot up slamming his fist to the ground, Ignoring the pain coursing through his body.

“Ooh there we go, THAT’S the passion I’m lookin’ for.” Though the origin of the voice was hidden he could now see a form. A humanoid silhouette standing atop of the snow further down the mountain. It was hard to make out any details but there was something there… “You're going to need that.”  

“I have agreed to nothing Devil.” Ramza said grimly as he slowly stood up, riding the wave of adrenaline. “And though I am beaten you’ll find a Beoulve soul is not so easily taken.” He slowly drew his sword from its sheath, still stained with Northern Sky blood from the battle at the fort. It was a bluff more than anything but if he could land one defiant blow it would be a moral victory. Though he could see no features he could feel the smile on the entity. A swell of anger pushed him forward, stumbling through the snow to close the distance. As he got closer a growing wind began to whip into being despite the frozen world. The Closer he got the harder it got to move forward. He grit his teeth and pushed even harder despite his body's protest, “So… you fear my blade… despite all your talk?” he grunted, laughter echoing all around him as the world started to darken.

“Absolutely Trembling,” The entity was clearly bemused. “But you should be saving your strength for what is to come. You have so many lives yet to make up for." It was getting harder to keep traction but he was nearly there he could finally make out the Devil’s eyes, a shocking red and oozing mirth at his plight. He pushed to get a little closer and found he was no longer on the ground any more, His blade slipped from his hand as he felt himself carried up into the sky where all Light vanished. “Hold onto that Noble Soul Young Beoulve, for the trials to come!” The voice grew distant as he reached out desperately to the diminished figure. As he fell seemingly forever his strength finally left him and his consciousness faded. The Shadowy entity burned into his mind

Jumper Selected: Ramza Beoulve

Innate Perks

'Job System' The Ability to Master and pass on the skills of his home world of Ivalice.

Destination 1:... Planet: Unknown, Continent of Elibe, Plains of Sacae

Build: [Redacted] at Observer's Discretion.

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Slowly Ramza could feel his sense returning, The chill of the mountains was gone, replaced with a smothering Warmth. Heavy Blankets covered his body, the fabric was thick and of course making moving a bit of a struggle. The pain he had been in had lessened considerably, he no longer felt the lingering burns of the powder or the half healed arrow wound in his thigh. The Soreness would work itself out in time, no worse than a long day training to Zalba-

Zalbag’s back as he walked away

His eyes shot open as the memories flooded back to him unbidden, giving a ragged gasp of shock at the onslaught of images. He sat up grasping his chest, heart beating a mile a minute as he tried to get himself back under control. 

“Oh, Are you awake?” a woman’s voice trickled in behind his own pounding heart. Coming through the fabric flaps of the Tent(?) was a young woman about his age. She wore a curious dress that reminded him of the eastern wears from Warjillis but it was hard to take his eyes off her long GREEN hair tied back behind her in a functional ponytail. “I was starting to get worried, the way you were thrashing about in your sleep, it must have been quite the harrowing dream.” 

“Where a-” before he could finish that sentence he found his mouth and throat too dry to continue, breaking into a sputtering cough. As he tried to control himself he found a cup made of clay offered to him, the woman offering an encouraging smile.

“Here, drink up.”

Ramza managed to croak out a thank you as he took the sturdy vessel and took a long draught, feeling the cool water wash down his parched throat. The woman pulled up a stool to the side of the bed, her attentive gaze never wavering.

“I found you unconscious out in the plains.” She pushed the conversation forward. “I’m not sure what left you laying out there in the high grass but your safe now.” He was out in the plains? Hadn’t he been high up in the hills and crags of Ziekden? How far had that Devil thrown him.

“...You have my thanks for that Miss…”

“I am Lyn, of the Lorca Tribe.” she offered with a small bow of the head. Lorca tribe? Something was very off… but she seemed more than genuine enough. “And who might you be?

“Ramza of House Beoulve.” he answered naturally before painful memories made him grimace, the Beoulve name held a rather bitter taste in his mouth atm. “Well... Formerly of at least.”

“Oh dear, some kind of Noble dispute?”

“...something to that effect,” he managed to reply, not wanting to dwell on the very fresh memories that were still hanging at the edge of his mind. 

“I see, if it is too painful to speak of I will not press the matter.” Lyn seemed to have a strong level of empathy… that or he was doing a worse job of hiding his pain then he would like. “Would you like something to eat?”

“That… would be most welcome.” He had nearly declined out of politeness but his stomach was rather adamant in disagreeing. The bemused chuckle from Lyn only further reddening the nobles scarlet cheeks. But she did not tease, she offered him a wooden bowl full of broth. It had a strong herbal smell, though he could see some salted meat mixed in as well to give it more body. For his first meal in days it was much appreciated…

Though food and water did wonders for his body, his situation did not help his state of mind. According to Lyn it was somewhere in the Plains of Sacae, in the lands of Elibe. She had never heard of Egros much less Ivalice, she was thankfully open minded enough not to call him crazy but neither could figure out how he’d gotten here. He kept any mention of the Devil a secret for Now… Their conversation was interrupted by the movement of a gang of Bandits which Lyn initially planned to take on her own before Ramza grabbed his weapon to join her. The boorish lot were not a threat to the two of them and even their leader was swiftly dispatched.

“So where will you go next now that you're feeling better?”

“I am unsure.” Ramza frowned lightly as he looked to the endless plains of green. “With my home seemingly out of reach I suppose I will need to find a way to make use of my skills in some manner.” he admitted sheepishly. “If I can help people while doing so that would be the ideal.”

“I see…” Lyn was quiet for a moment before she steadied herself. “Would it be alright if I joined you on your Journey?”

“Hm, I would not deny the welcome company but you don’t need to uproot yourself for my benefit.”

“Not at all, I think if we work together we can accomplish a lot of good.” she said earnestly. “I had been merely drifting along since my parents had been killed.” she admitted with a small amount of shame. “But if I can hone these skills to help others… I think they’re spirits would be much more at ease. As would my own.” There was something in her gaze that held a fire, a drive that had not been there before. It was Infectious.

“Very well then Miss Lyn, shall we see where our swords take us?” he said, offering her a hand to which she took a firm shake. 

It was the first of many bonds that would guide the misplaced noble along his new path and his first step in redeeming himself.

They’re seemingly aimless journey quickly gained an aim when they met two knights who had ventured into Sacae looking for Lyn, or in this case Lady Lyndis… the lost granddaughter of a Marquis who had fallen ill. On top of suddenly finding out of her Noble birth she had also found she had a living family. Ramza was quick to support her decision to meet with her grandfather and travel with her there. This encounter also brought the Ivalican in contact with another curiosity… The Horse. Gone were the noble Chocobo’s of his country and replaced with a whole new beast. They bore no innate magic but they were sturdy and clever enough that he could reach an understanding with them and ride them.

Soon that was followed by another surprise of which Lyn was granted a legendary sword that only she could draw. It was all like something out of Novels his sister Alma would read but in starting to get to know Lyn as a person it was clear she was getting swept up in a growing tide that she wasn’t sure she could fight against… or even if she should try. The Young Beoulve did his best to support his new friend and their growing group as it headed to the border of Caelin and the fateful meeting. Or Perhaps a different meeting that would prove just as fateful…

A pair of twins with pale skin and icy blue hair came into the scene, their red eyes sending vivid memories of the devil in the snow. On the run from an organized group for mysterious means joined the procession to Caelin. Their musical magic somehow being able to revitalize body and soul, a feat Ramza recalled his father mentioning for those who dedicated themselves to great magics of all schools. And yet even these two still seemed not to be adept with multi disciplines like the Academy would often train… But it seemed they were just as curious as he was.

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The confrontation with Ludgren loomed as they camped for the final night outside the borders of Caelin. The merry band of mercenaries was doing their best to rest before the coming battle. There were exceptions of course, Matthew had disappeared in the night as he was prone to do, the rogue kept everyone at a distance after all so no one ever knew what he was up to. Sleep hadn’t come easily to Ramza much at all in the weeks since arriving here. Keeping the sigh to himself he carefully stood and stepped over the spread out form of Sain, who snored blissfully. Stepping out into the chill of the early morning. The Fire crackled invitingly though instead of the old knight Wallace a different form sat at the fire. But perhaps considering the next day's endeavors it was not so surprising.

“Sleeping Troubles?” he greeted softly so as not to startle her with his approach. Lyn managed a wane smile in return.

“It seems so,” she admitted scooting over to make room on the log beside her… there was more than enough room across but if she was making the invitation she must rather have the closeness in the chill. “Is it already time for the last watch?” she must have grown used to seeing him in the morning when she would wake.

“No,” he replied simply as he took a seat. “I simply got all the sleep my own mind would allow.”

“I see…”  she shifted the grip in her hands. “The nightmares still follow you even now.”

“As they will for some time I imagine.” It was something Ramza was coming to accept, After all he didn’t want to forget his friends, or the devil that sent him away to this land. In time it would get easier but that was still a step he had not reached.

“...do you want to talk about it?” she asked hopefully, ever helpful despite her own troubled mind.

“Perhaps, if you reveal your own concerns in Kind.”

“...are you Haggling?” the corner of her mouth twitched slightly toward a smile which he was able to return in full. 

“I only speak about fair trade. Much as a proper merchant would.” he pressed the absurdity up another hair and her bemusement became less forced.

“Merchant who deals in emotions?”

“Though I studied as a knight I was quite good at economics I will have you know. My instructors said I had a natural gift for numbers. Even a half blooded noble like myself needs to be well rounded.”

“You fight with Blade, Bow, Fists and Magic. And now you claim to be an academic? If you were any more rounded you’d simply roll away into the distance.” she motioned flippantly to the horizon to which Ramza made a show of examining the scenery like an analyst. 

“Hm, the ground does start to slope quite heavily after the next 20 meters so I best keep my footing firm.” and with that she finally broke and let out a genuine chuckle. A release she seemed to greatly need. As she started to collect herself he smiled. “Better?”

“A little. Thank you.” she took a breath and not seeing his attentive gaze she allowed herself to open up… “Tomorrow we face my Uncle… a man who has dogged our steps for weeks and will not stop until me and my family are dead. For a power I do not even wish to possess. But on the field of battle I have the honor on my side. I can face my Uncle as a warrior and stop this madness. But…” her confidence drifted away as she gripped her hands tightly together. 

“This is for my grandfather… a man I never knew. Who my mother ran from to be with my father. He is family but who is he really?” she turned her gaze to the fire. “The nobles we’ve met have ranged from altruistic to petty. I want to believe in him, he’s my mother’s father after all. We are of the same blood… but I still can’t help but doubt.”  she ground her hands even tighter together, “If I can even see him at all before he passes.”

“Well that much I think you are safe in.” Ramza chimed in looking out to the distant castle over the hills. “If your grandfather had passed your uncle would be able to be much more direct in his flaunting of Caelins power and army. The fact he has still hounded us with bandits and mercenaries to this point means despite it all your grandfather yet lives. It also means that when we strike he will not have Caelin’s full might against us, only those who are loyal to him above all rank.”

“That… Makes sense.” she let out a breath she might not have been consciously holding onto. “We have yet to face a proper army as of yet, Though those Black fang assassins were quite organized.”

“True but it is in our benefit that they are only tangentially allied in Lungrend’s favor rather than fully in his employ.” They shared a nod, it was a small victory but everyone was welcome. 

“As for your Grandfather himself. No matter what kind of man he is at his heart, it is not something you even have factored into whether you would like to save him from your Uncle and meet him. Correct?”

“No, This is the right thing to do.” she said without a hint of hesitation though it grew a bit hazy a moment later. “And… He’s the only family I have left. Of course I’d like to meet him. Kent and Sain speak so highly of him and how he wants to meet me as well I-” she stopped herself as she realized she was answering her own plight.

“And you’re HIS last Family, one he sent two of his stalwart knights out into the plains on the off chance of finding you and barging you back.” Ramza summed up, getting her to sigh and lean forward.

“You're right, of course.” Though she sounded defeated, the tension in her face was already starting to ease. “If we both wish so hard to meet each other there's nothing about the meeting I should be worrying myself over. Especially with more pressing matters before then.”

“Exactly.” she propped an elbow on her knee and turned toward the displaced noble with a look of tired bemusement.

“So Sir Ramza, Should I be adding Counselor to your ever growing list of titles then?” she teased while he chuckled a bit before looking up as if in thought.

“Well, I recall the advanced classes at the academy did have mediator training but with the war and all it never became an option” He said, rocking sideways as she hit him in the shoulder. They both shared a bout of soft laughter, catching themselves before they grew too loud and woke any of the others. The two once again fell into a companionable silence, the crackle of the fire filling in the soundscape with the distant chirp of crickets. It was as if a tension in the air had lifted. 

'Mission accomplished.'

“I guess that means it’s your turn now.” 

'Abort mission'

“It’s not all that important to what’s going on right now,” Ramza said with a shrug. “Plenty of time for that on a less important night.”

“Oh? What happened to being a merchant of fair trade?”

“...Lyn, in all seriousness. I really wouldn’t want to burden you with any unnecessary concerns so close to this battle.” He said with a sigh. “Trust that these worries are not something that will affect my will to fight and we can speak of them later.” an unexpected warmth reached him as he felt her hand place atop his own. Her palm, rough from swordwork and plains living squeezed feeling his own training and battle calluses. With reluctance he looked to her only to find the kindness and concern radiating off her.

“Just because the burdens of your mind aren’t relevant to mine doesn’t make them any less valid. No matter the time.” she gave his hand another comforting squeeze. “Please Ramza, you don’t need to hold it all in.” There was only so much he could resist it…

“Very well.” he relented, preparing to speak for the first time about the events that brought him to this land.

“I suppose much of this starts and ends with my oldest friend… Delita.” he took a deep breath and let it go. “He’d been at my side for as long as I could remember, technically he was a retainer but as far as I was concerned he was a brother to me. We grew and trained together, our sisters were just as close through their schooling and home life. I held admiration for the feats of my blood brothers, in the field and as leaders… but cared deeply for Delita, sweat and bled alongside him as we trained to become better men. After my father passed from illness at the end of the 50 year war the gap I felt between my brothers and delita grew even more. We academy trainees being sent out to clean up rabble, bandits and discontent. Hungry for glory of our own we took risks and pursue even greater threats but it was always for sake of honor or doing the right thing… but by now i'm not sure what really was right back then.” he shook his head as he tried to curtail his rambling and get back at the topic at hand…

“Delita’s sister Tetra had been kidnapped by the Death corps, the most well known group that was spreading chaos in the lands after the war. It had been a mistake, they had been trying to assassinate my oldest brother and in the chaos that followed they  grabbed a hostage to help make their escape. A Beaoulve hostage would be quite valuable after all. Even if just for leverage to get some distance… Tetra was not of noble blood, she was a commoner. Worth little as a bargaining chip in the grand scheme of things. Not to myself and definitely not to Delita, he was beyond torn up over it all. My Brother, Dycedarg… he assured us that her safe return was of top priority.” He squeezed his hands together tightly, enough to turn his knuckles white. 

“That wasn’t his intention at all… was it?” Lyn added solemnly, seemingly reading the mood.

“Lord Brother, what...what of Tietra?”

“Zalbaag will lead a full-scale assault on the Brigade as soon as their garrison is found.”

“But-!”

“The enemy is routed. Less than a score of their number remain. Their leader yet eludes us, but time grows short for Wiegraf Folles.”

“And for Tietra as well. You would leave her to her fate?”

“...I have taken measures to ensure Tietra's well-being. The attack waits upon her safe return - such time as that may require. Tietra is as a sister to me. I would never turn my back on her”

“I Believed him, I wanted to at least. Delita and Tetra had been raised right alongside myself and Alma, my brothers never made show of them being lesser to them. At least not in my presence. So I wanted to believe them, but Delita… he was Inconsolable.” Ramza closed his eyes and pictured the smug smirk of Argath, unphased by the bruise forming on his face from Delira punching him to the ground. “He… was right to be concerned.” he admitted bitterly. “At Delita’s insistence we pursued the kidnappers, hoping to head them off before they reached the main force, just in case. They had such a head start though we ended up having to fight through their rear guard and…”

“F-forgive me...Brother…”

“Why? Why must it end like this?”

“What am I doing? What have I become?”

“And we pressed on through them.” he said, voice shaking a little. “We fought the general of the Death Corps, a veteran of the 50 years war. Our own desperation pushing us despite the odds… he’d assured us the hostage taking was a mistake and never their goal, that they had no intention of keeping her. After nearly losing a few men to his blade and running him off somehow, tetra was still nowhere to be found. Delita was crushed, seeing him in such despair I pushed us even harder. The fort where the death corp were planning to hold up. The same one my brother’s were planning to assault. It was my order to keep going.”

The Arrow entering Terta’s Heart

“It…”

The victorious smirk on Argath’s face

“It went badly.” The crackle of the flame was replaced with the roar of chaotic battle. People shouting orders and screaming as they fell. Crimson red staining white snow. So loud in his mind it was easy to forget the greenery around him.

"Delita, you're hurt!"

“In what way?” lyn urged somewhere in the distant but he’d lost his sense of place and time

“Speak not to me! When Argath falls, my vengeance turns on you, Ramza !”

“Ramza?” Lyn pressed on, concerned at his lack of response and haunted gaze..

“Delita…” both in the past and present he could feel the sting in his heart. The anger and hatred lashing out… the last words he exchanged with him in the chaos of that final battle. A hand on his leg brought him back from the snowy field to the lush greens of Caelin.

“Ramza are you okay?”

“I-I am fine, sorry…” he lied, though no one at the campfire believed it. It was just as well. “It went poorly. Tetra was killed… on my brother's order without a flinch or moment to care. Delita, his whole world came crashing down as did my own. My brother left the battle in search of the general once it was clear they were not at the fort and left his men to clean up after him. The ‘knight’ incharge took that to include delita… and my team as well.'' The pain in his heart couldn’t get any worse than it was, so he continued on, voice hollow and haunted.

“We did our best, but we were not prepared, disorganized, emotional… I was the commander but I gave no commands. I sought out the knight who had killed Tetra wanting an answer, wanting justice. My pain was but a flickering candle flame compared to the roaring inferno that was Delita, he was a man possessed fighting through wounds as if no weapons could hurt him. Perhaps compared to the pain in his heart they couldn’t.” he squeezed his hands together. “In the Chaos the others were overwhelmed.”

“Andrews fell first I think, he was always so reckless after all. I didn’t see it happen but I saw Strawberry, our Priestess draped over him after it was over. She had a tuft of Phoenix down in the hand so she must have been trying to revive him before she was set ablaze by mages. I thought I was used to the smell from training but, I guess I was wrong.”

“George I saw, he had climbed part of the fort to give himself an vantage point to try and pick off the back line. But that meant they had a clear line at him. Even under fire he took his time, lining up his shot against the wind and snow. He never liked to miss, he’d rather take nearly a minute to make sure his aim was true to waste an arrow on a shot that wouldn’t hit… the fool. Soon as he loosed his arrow Lightning struck down from above, shattering his wooden perch and sending him tumbling to the ground. He never stood back up.”

“By the time it was over, with their commander felled the remaining army routed. Only myself and Delita were alive. While I stood, trying to take count of it all. He climbed the fort… to get to tetra’s body. I saw them up in the battlements, him cradling her body as… as smoke began to escape the windows. Either through magic misfire or deliberate resentment the powder stores had been lit. a staccato of explosions began to come from all parts of the fort.

“What was that?!”

“I called out to him.”

“Delita! We Must Away!”

“But he could not hear me… or he did not care about his fate. The rest if the power caught and the whole fort exploded. I was knocked flat by the force and debris but when I managed to get back up all I could see was fire and smoke.”

Delita! Delita!

“They were gone, they all were… I was the only one that survived.” he said softly. “I lead them to their deaths.”

“Ramza…”

“I see it again, every night.” he closed his eyes not wanting to see the painful concern and pity in Lyn’s eyes. “But I did not want to burden anyone, especially you with those images. Especially with what is to come tomorrow. To have your judgment held back by my own failure.”

“That’s enough of that,” she spoke with an authoritative tone that made him reopen his eyes in surprise.”The pain of loss I understand, I often think of the loss of my parents and the tribe. Those sorrowful memories will remain within you. In time they will become easier but they will never leave you for good. As they are tied to people you hold dear. The good and bad memories tied together to make the whole.” There was truth in what she spoke of course, deep inside Ramza knew this himself. It was just so hard to - “But”! Lyn clapped her hand together breaking his drifting mind. 

“Huh?”

“I will not stand for this teardown of you as a person.” she said firmly. “I rely not only on your Blade but also your console. Your sharp perception has turned several battles in our favor. Several of the others already see you as someone they can trust to lead them. Even Florina is willing to hear you, more than any man I have ever seen.”

“I… Just,,,” Had things really progressed so far without him realizing it? “I was just trying to accomplish the things you wanted.” he wasn’t sure what he was arguing for or against… it just felt strange to consider people still looking up to his orders after Zeikden. They never knew of his failure, only him since his return.

 A second chance perhaps… 

He tensed up and looked around him causing Lyn to jump as well. 

“Ramza-”

“Did you hear that?” he asked with desperate seriousness, She slowly shook her head.

“Hear what?” she pressed while he kept his senses tuned to his surroundings. The fire was still crackling, the crickets still Chirping. He was not in that soundless void and no shadowed entity was there taunting him. He let out a shuddered sigh and covered his face.

“Nevermind that, it appears I’m jumping at ghosts.”

“So it seems,” Lyn said with a frown. “Is there anything else bothering you?”

“I… Have dredged up enough for one evening. My mind is lighter than it has been in some nights.” it was not the right time to speak of taunting devils… 

“Still not light enough to go back to sleep though?”

“Yes, I am rested enough for the day to come at least.”  He offered a small smile. “Though you should still get some more rest before the day yet dawns.” she shook her head.

“Ever again, looking after others over yourself.” she sighed as she stood and stretched, “But I don’t think you're wrong. Another small nap could hardly hurt.” Before she left she looked at Ramza one last time. “But let it be known Ramza. I am thankful for all the support you’ve given me and the others till this moment. I don’t think I’d have gotten as far as I have without you here. I hope I can trust in you one more time.”

“Of course Lyn, My blade will not rest for any less than the end of your uncle’s tyranny and safety of your grandfather. I swear it on my father.”

“...Thank you Ramza.” she whispered, “With that I know I can be strong once more…” she finished before she headed out to the women’s tent and snuck carefully back inside. Ramza, now alone at the fire, turned his gaze toward the distant castle and the battle to come. 

“Delita.” he spoke into the middle distance, thinking of his fallen friend. “There will never be another Ziekden… or another Tetra. On that I swear to you..” he whispered with a fierce determination he had thought was long past him. Perhaps, in some ways he needed that talk more than Lyn had.

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The group who had become known as Lyndis’ Legion came into the Valley of Caelin Castle with force and speed. Spurred on by the spirited music of the young Bard Nils they kept a blistering pace through the forest lands north of the castle. Wallace, a tank of a man, plowed through at the front trampling any who were foolish enough to try and slow his progress. His armor glanced most blows aside and those that landed firmly found a monster of a lance returning toward them with enough force to pierce horse and rider in one go. Those that were smart enough to try and avoid such a grisly fate would be met with the rest of the legion working to pin down and subdue. This was the formation Ramza and Lyn had drafted up. Keeping close enough to Nils music and Serra’s healing to form an unstoppable advance.

Weather was not on either armies side, with patches of pouring rain coming and going as they advanced. Fortunately, Lyn’s attuned senses as a nomad allowed her to tell when the best windows to move would be allowing them to take every advantage they could, It all came to a head at the edge of northern wood, just before a crucial river crossing. Despite the driving rain the local garrison had fortified up on the other end of the bridge. The guards shifted uncomfortably, but held their ground waiting for the Legion’s arrival.

“Wind is shifting.” Lyn said from a perch up on a high branch. “We will have another window to move in a few moments.”

“But I’m not sure we can make more than a few steps on that bridge before they will hold us firm.” Erk said with a frown. “If we lose our momentum other garrisons may have time to link up and reinforce.”

“Our spirit and fervor can not be halted by any.” Sain said boldly. “They hide on the other side of the river out of fear. They’re defense will crumble just as assuredly as the previous garrison if we push across.”

“Think clearly Sain,” Kent said with a sigh. “With that bridge we can fit no more than two on foot at a time, much less a horse or Wallace's armor. It’s a classic Bottleneck.”

“It is tricky.” Matthew said in a more relaxed tone, having been kept out of much of the thick fighting he was positively fresh in comparison. “But if we can break this garrison before they can reinforce we can get to the village. A little birdy told me they hold no love for Lundgren there and that will give us time we need to recover and prepare for a final push.”

“A rest would be more than welcome at this point.” Serra said with a huff. “This forced march in all this mud as left me sore and dirty.”

“It will just be a bit longer, Miss Serra.” Ramza said as looked at the defensive set up of the enemy. “If we do this right this we can get the opening we need.” his postuce and face projected nothing but confidence in that statement. He had seen the opening. There was a soft thump as Lyn descended from her perch to the ground and came up alongside him.

“I trust you have a plan to break their blockade?”

“I believe so.” Grand strategy was never Ramza’s strongest suit as a leader, long term planning and foresight of formations and army engagements were above him. But small squad engagements was where he shined, reading a situation and getting the right people to the right places. The warriors of this land were much more limited than those of his own but He knew the strengths of Lyndis’ legion well. It was just putting them in the places to exemplify those strengths. “All right everyone listen carefully. We’ve got one chance at this to make this work, we all need to do our part.” he announced to assembled mercenaries who mirrored Lyns confidence. He’d have to work just as hard not to let them down.

“Sir Wallace, I want you to continue to lead the charge, as you still have the best ability to withstand their hits as the main point of contact.”

“Of course.” The man slammed his own chest with a loud clunk. “You can count on me.”

“Mattew, I want you to follow a step behind in case they send a lot of axemen. You can clear them out without exposing yourself too much. If it gets dangerous just let Wallace take back over.”

“Well, I suppose I need to earn my pay one way or another..” It was hard to tell if he was put out or being sarcastic, but even if he didn’t lend his blade Wallace would likely still be fine. Dorcas would have been a better fit as back up but there was just no room for him to slip by and come back easily..

“Kent, Sain.” the red knight straightened up while the green smiled broadly. “I need you to transport Lucius and Erk to the river’s edge and take the initial strike from their mages so they have time to prepare a counter attack.” Army mages were taught in mass with the most basic spells; they were toughened enough to easily take a hit or two before it was dangerous.

“Understood.” Kent said with a firm nod while Sain offered a dramatic sigh,

“It is a waste of my beautiful lancework, but I will play my part.”

“Worry not my friend, we’ll have plenty of use of your lance in the final push to the castle.” he did his best to placate the knight's ego. “And Erk?”

“Yes, Sir.” the mage responded with a moment of hesitation.

“I want you to use the fire magic I was showing you.”

“But sir, I have barely been able to replicate it once in trai-”

“Once will be more than sufficient, it covers a much wider area which will disperse then ranks. We only need a small opening to break the line. You're a quick study from what I’ve seen. Just follow the incantations as I taught you and aim for the largest group you can.”

“I will do my best.”

“Ramza, I do not intend to sit idly when I could be helping.” Lyn spoke up, a bit of heat entering her voice. She always got a bit testy when she thought she was being treated as a lesser warrior. He raised his hand toward her in acknowledgement.

“Peace Lyn, I have not forgotten you. You will ride with Florina to act as a pincer as soon as I can dispatch their archers.

“But Sir Ramza,” Nils spoke up with a frown. “If Wallace and Matthew are taking the bridge, how do you intend to break the line?”

“I have a means to cross the river without using the bridge,” He said simply much to the confusion of the rest of the legion. 

“Another one of your little tricks from your home country?” Matthew asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Yes, just trust that I will cross without error.” It was no use explaining the methods now, Lyn was the only one thus far who’d even heard much of Geomancy so there’d be plenty of time later. “I will signal as soon as it’s safe for Heuy to fly, take skyward. Soon as you ladies strike their advantage will no longer be and the rest will be swift.” The statement held a finality to it that made the rest of it all seem so straightforward. Morale would not be a factor in this skirmish.

The rain stopped as Lyn had predicted and the Legion roared into attack. Lundgren’s second garrison fell swiftly and the Village was reclaimed from the usurper. Though more army waited in the valley below this movement was the turning point. Fully rested, Lyn' s Legion pushed their way all the way to Castle Caelin and Lyn's traitorous uncle.

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The Fall of Lundgren was the culmination of Lyns journey but it was a team victory. The powerful general was too heavily armored to be slayed by lYn alone, even with the Mani Katti. But the Legion as a whole harried the man, whittling his defense down until Lyn could strike the final blow. The rest of the conspirators were rounded up as Lyn rushed off to see her grandfather and for the first time in months Ramza could rest and really take in the strange journey he had found himself on.

He had initially compartmentalized the trauma from Fort Ziekden to focus on the events at hand. It had been a nice distraction but not very healthy. Now though having started to share his mental burdens with Lyn he felt he could maybe start the healing process… But what of his home? Could he even get back to bury his fallen comrades, to tell Alma what really happened? 

“Alma.” his heart stopped for a moment and he bit his lip. He’d hardly thought much about her since waking up but was she safe? She doesn’t know Dycedarg and Zalbag all but signed Tetra’s death certificate as well as Delita and all the others. “Was there a way to get back?” he murmured, aloud, unsure. He’d already spent a bit of downtime in a previous city to check the library and Ivalice was not on any of the known maps. Along with all the changes in Magic and lack of wandering beasts… It seemed he was really on another world entirely.

“Bingo, Took you long enough” . A voice echoed all around him

His heart stopped in his throat and the world turned Gray. He drew his sword, the soft ring of metal being the only sound heard as he looked around his surroundings wearily.

“Show yourself Devil.”

“Hmm, I’d rather not. ” the voice said flippantly, clearly bemused.

“Or is it you fear my blade now that I am no longer at the edge of death?” Ramza taunted back. He felt honed and ready. The world was still silent he could feel a rumble along his skin,

“ I do only what I wish to do Beoulve ,” an intense pressure started to crush down on him as the voice took on a dangerous tone. “ You would do well to remember that .” it hissed. Slowly the pressure eased and Ramza could breathe again. He clenched his hands tightly around the grip of his sword. Was the gap in power really so large? “And put away that toy of yours, you're embarrassing yourself.” The mocking voice had returned and somehow it was all the more infuriating. He sheathed his sword and clenched his free hand into a fist,

“What is it you want?”

“I was merely coming by to say How impressed I was in how easily you beat the tutorial”

“Tutorial?” Ramza frowned. Was he claiming Lyn’s great struggle was merely a lesson? For who?

“Indeed. Don’t worry, the real fun begins in 1 years time. A threat far greater than one greedy old man in a suit of armor.”

“What?!” Ramza looked aghast, was this devil so confident in its dark plans it didn’t care to divulge them?

“Oh yes, You better make sure you and your little friends are prepared. That will be the real test. Should you beat this challenge we can be free to move on.”

“...Why are you telling me this?”

“Hm, I don’t recall needing to justify my actions to you Young Beoulve.” it said dismissively. “Till next we speak.”

“Wait!” He reached his hand out.“If I complete this task will I be able to return to my world?” he asked desperately, images of Alma dancing past his mind.

“Um sir Ramza?” Erk asked, sounding concerned. Ramza blinked, color had returned to the world, light bustle of the castle gardens reaching his ears. The devil had left once again. This time leaving him looking like a madman.

“I… excuse that outburst Erk,” he felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure how to even explain himself. “Perhaps I was dozing off for but a moment, now that all the excitement has died down.”

“I see,” The Mage bowed his head solemnly. “In that case it is my apologies for disturbing your rest.” Ever serious as he was, it only amplified the shame at being caught in such an odd moment.

“Not at all.” he offered a forced chuckle, desperate to change the topic. “What brought you by?”

“Well I was hoping I could see more of this Ivalician Anima Magic before I leave the Castle.”

“Are you leaving so soon?”

“Unfortunately my contract still lies with Serra.” he said with much regret. “ And she is keen to return to Ostia.”

“I see… Well if it can wait until the morrow I will gladly give you some more training.” He couldn’t help but smile as the young mage’s eyes lit up at the prospect. “Meet me here in the garden at sunrise.”

“Yes Sir!”

“This sounds like a nice release. Bla-erm Anima Magic as you call it here is not my strongest suit but without the looming threat of battle and assassins I can really let loose.” 

“You… You’ve been holding back?” Erk asked, sounding a bit nervous(?)

“Why of course,’ Ramza said, placing his hands on his hips. “One should never train all out while in hostile territory. It leaves you vulnerable to being caught out in a bad situation,”

“I mean, I understand that logic…”

“Good! So prepare yourself for a proper workout.”

“Y-Yes sir.” for some reason the mage’s enthusiasm had dipped a bit. But he had already taken his leave. Strange boy, but he was a swift learner.

“Ramza. There you are,” Lyn’s voice broke his musings, entering the garden with a notable spring in her step.

“Lyn, you seem to be in good spirits.” He greeted her with a smile. “I take things went well with your grandfather?”

“As well as they could be.” she admitted looking a bit solemn. “He was on the edge of death, Ludndgren has been poisoning his meals for who knows how long.” she let out a huff of frustration. Seemed even in death he was troubling her. “But his condition seems more to have been a wearing down of his spirit and will. After a long talk he seems more willing to fight the effects and recover.”

“That is good to hear.” 

“So… have you given much thought to your next steps?” she asked, curious and a bit… anxious?

“Hm, not particularly.” he admitted scratching his cheek in a thoughtful manner. “Yourself?”

“Well I will be needed here while my grandfather recovers,” she said firmly as if that was the most obvious thing. “Besides, we have so much to catch up on.”

“True, Family is very important after all.”

“Of course.” 

The two fell into a companionable silence while Ramza allowed himself to be thoughtful. Where should he go? He seemingly couldn’t return to Ivalice anytime soon. And the devil’s words still run in his mind.

The real fun begins in 1 years time.

One year, that was plenty of time to train, but for what he didn’t know. If they were going to be arrogant enough to warn him of the coming trouble it could at least have had the hubris to give some more details. So unaccommodating…

“Um, if you would like you’re welcome to stay here.”

“Huh?”

“Several of the others have already been sworn in to Caelin’s service.” Lyn clapped her hands together. “Sain and Kent were already knights of Caelin. but Florina and Will have decided to stay as well.”

“Really…” Ramza looked thoughtful. To think he’d end up knighted in another world rather than by his own family… life sure was strange sometimes.

“I mean if you’d rather travel and expand your skills elsewhere I could understand.” she seemed to ramble a bit looking away. “I’m sure there are many others out there who would benefit from them.”

“Perhaps that is true.” Ramza conceded, “But if I had a choice I would much rather be among friends.” he said with a small smile. Lyn lit up immediately.

“You mean?”

“Yes, I would be happy to provide my services to House Caelin.” he said with a bow, practiced and perfected from years of etiquette classes. “And of course to the Marquis and the Lady Lyndis” he said formally, watching her redden.

“‘I’d much rather you keep calling me Lyn.” she said, squirming a little. “And I thought having Florina call me Lyndis was bad enough.” she muttered not so quietly to herself. Ramza only managed to hold his composure for a few more moments before he began to laugh.

“It is all in jest. Though I do believe that's the first time I’ve seen you so… timid.” he teased, noting the little frown that slipped onto her face. Best to smooth things over. “if you’d rather I call you Lyn, I don't see a reason not to oblige.” he said, watching the relief fill her whole body. “In formal function though I will need to follow appropriate expectations though.”

“I thought as much, but as long as the formality doesn’t invade our time elsewhere I should be able to stomach it.”

“Do your best.” he cheered.

“I… am glad you are staying with us here.” she admitted after a moment. “I have come to rely on your consul as well as your friendship. To lose both so suddenly would leave me lost. Thank you.”

“There is no need for thanks.” Ramza replied softly. “Let us continue to improve ourselves to the best of our ability.”

“Aye, You have many tricks I wish to learn from you after all.” the mood lifted to a more playful challenging one.

You better make sure you and your little friends are prepared

“We have plenty of time yet to make an Ivalician swordsman out of you.” he challenged back. In the back of his mind the time repeated. One year. He had one year to prepare. For what he didn’t know, but he’d train to his fullest. And the others as well. 

He would not let his friends suffer a second time.

In the following year’s time Caelin prospured. As the Marquis recovered his heir the Lady Lyndis became the talk of social circles. Within the court she was loved for the energy and warmth she would bring after so long under the boot of Lundgren. But the real test was meeting out with the rest of the houses. Initially some thought it was sentimental at best to bring a primitive tribe women of Sacae and Elevate her to the rank of Noble, blood or no. While others found it an exotic novelty, curious if this tribe woman would spice up the rather dull affair of balls and social gatherings. Her Foibles at the very least would make for grand entertainment.So once the Marquis was healthy enough to host Lyndis Debut was much speculated…

To the surprise of all though she seemed to take to it quite well. She was respectful but firm, no more so than any strong willed lady of a military house. She spoke of her military victories over Lundgren in a humble but engaging way. There were no major social fopaux, none of the expected bluntness and lack of decorum expected from on the plains. She carried herself with grace and though she mostly kept to her grandfather’s side throughout the evening she wowed all who attended with her dance. Her turn with Eliwood of house Pherae drew many eyes. It was a pleasant surprise to most who had come, expecting only an utter disaster would make for an entertaining evening. Those in the know however knew the truth behind the presentation lay with one of the other new arrivals. The Marquis newest advisor, a Foreigner by the name of Ramza Beoulve. 

Those within house Caelin were privy to three weeks of prep and patient etiquette lessons, the original instructor having not gotten on well with the stubborn Sacaen. But proper manners and noble dances were the least of his contributions. Some heard he was heavily involved with the recovery of the Marquis from his poisoning. While others heard he was working close with the Knight Commander Kent to train the military in specialized techniques from overseas. Others still insisted he brought a foreign magic that could be cast without a tome which he could freely teach to those willing to train. Rumors were rumors after all. The truth was likely somewhere between all of those reports… After all, there was no way one man could be so well versed in every subject. That was just prosperous!

Internally the Ivalician training was going well. The military expenses had increased once he began to instruct the Caelin knights on the aggressive art of Ivalican knight hood. The breaking and maintenance of equipment was steep but Ramza assured the Marquis it would pay for itself ten fold should another conflict arise. After all Denying an enemy their weapon or armor was almost as good as denying their life in the heat of a battle. Kent took to the process slowly but made more Gains to catch up once Sain had surpassed him in this new set of skills. The flamboyant knight was ideally suited to this risky aggressive style. Though he was only the sub-commander of the knights he became the primary trainer to those under him once Ramza was sufficiently convinced he could handle the role. Under Kent’s steady eye, Sain led the Caelin knights and soldiers into a whole new horizon.

Florina struggled with the concept, she understood the idea but lacked the strength and confidence to execute it… it didn’t help that the only ones she could really train with were men. The few training sessions she tried to attend she would often flee before it was completed. Ramza, every patient took the time to see what she might prefer to work on. After some careful prodding and testing she seemed drawn to the art of Geomancy and White magic. A training that was internally focused and didn’t require a partner was ideal.It allowed her to throw her full determination into training without losing her nerve around others. Her drive to be an able body to Lyn is more than enough to push her forward.

Will was a much simpler affair, a man of modest talent but strong dedication. The sniping skill of ‘Charge’ was simple enough in execution and its usage was more in line with knowing how long you could hold before firing without risk of the target evading. Ramza and he often just exchanged pleasant conversation while firing arrows down range and it became another outlet for the foreign knight to unburden his mind of concerns. Obviously he spoke nothing of Devils and other worlds but even in allegory Will was a keen ear and offered steady advice.

Where the others were growing under Ramza’s tutiliege Lyn’s growth was explosive. Her hard work mixed with her open mindedness and competitive nature made her an ideal student for the ivalician art of war. Quickly grasping the martial basics of a squire and quickly adapting the normal strength focused Ivalice ‘break’ arts to work with her incredible speed and precision. Geomancy came easily to one so used to living in nature and made for an excellent trump card to have in her pocket. Even magic which she had little talent for or internal mana to cast with was at least taken into account. A basic heal would always be helpful if a healer was not nearby after all. 

The one skill she outright refused to learn despite her natural aptitude was that of the Thief. Her hatred of bandits and those who take from others ran too deep. Not even for training and self improvement would she stoop to such skills. It made progress in some later training harder but she persevered eventually.

Lyn’s growth only pushed Ramza to improve even further. As he began to master the techniques he has trained in he began to expand his horizons. Onto disciplines he read about or only heard from his brothers or academy classmates. The intense Jump training of the Dragoons of Lore, the debilitating magics of the Oracle. The focus and discipline of the Samurai Zalbag claimed to meet in Warjis, the subtle and persuasive magic of the mediator… and Lyn was with him, a step behind helping him puzzle out the quirks and methods to further improve each other.

Unarmed Combat though was the favorite pastime of the pair, Lyn took to the freedom of styles and movement like a chocobo to water. She enjoyed testing herself physically and Monk training was the natural extent of that. Her natural strength was quite low but she was able to build lean muscles using her speed and flexibility to increase the strength of her blows and land hits around traditional guard. As a helpful side effect it further increased her natural balance and grace which even helped in her less enjoyable(but still important) court duties. It also made for excellent venting AFTER those duties, this session having saved several hapless noble suitors from broken arms and jaws. 

Most training days ended with an unarmed spar, becoming something of an event with the house staff and guards. Ramza and Lyn often left these sessions exhausted and bruised but happy. Alas, it was only one year of peace before the murmurings began. Just as the devil had said…

Bern was making moves at their King's behest. Robed men were seen lurking about in various lands. And most concerningly the marquis of the neighboring land of Pherae has gone missing and his son has left in search, leaving some of the other houses curious if there is any power gap that might be filled… Talk of conflict was bubbling amongst the people. 

Ramza did his best to prepare Caelin and its defenders. It was just a matter of if it was enough.

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The reports had seemed like a mistake at first.  There had been some conflict in the west, what with the disappearance of Marquis Elbert of Pherae and the Death of the Marquis Helman of Santaruz. Lyn’s father sent out messengers and scouts to try and ascertain what was going on within the Lycian League. Though instead of returning scouts with news there was an invading Army from Mariqus Darin of Laus. All attempts at diplomacy save for full surrender were ignored and with the Day of their arrival in Caelin they began to besiege the castle.

The walls shook as ballista’s rained down fire from the valley below the castle. Infantry hammered away at the gates, it was a bad situation but not completely dire. The Caelin Knights were trained to a level that even any two on one conflict swung immediately in their favor… and the elites were on a whole nother level. The architect of these defenses, House caelin’s foremost advisor Ramza Beoulve. The man in question was on his way to the front line conflict with great haste.

He mentally prepared his skills for the conflict head on,  he needed to handle large areas of enemy combatants but he didn’t want to be caught off guard in close. Something with good movement and protections.

“Sir Beoulve!” A soldier called out managing a sketchy salute while avoiding slime of sight from outside the windows. The large doors to his side were barred and had several other soldiers holding them as hefty thumps hit the other side.

“Still Holding?”

“Not for much longer sir.”

“I see, well you’ve done well enough holding to now.” he took a breath and began to focus his energy. “I’ll handle this group.”

“B-But sir there has to be at least 20 men on the battering ram alone!”

“I know, all nicely packed together.” He said with a grimace, he’d only attempted this level of magic recently, it was much more intensive. Much of magic was visualizing the outcome and using magic to replicate that vision. Though as he imagined greater and greater amounts of ice it began to form from jagged icicles, to large boulders and then to something even greater… and Image of a woman in blue, a giantess with pale blue skin a constant mist surrounding her. The Heavy draw of mana made him light headed… but he would have enough

“S-Sir are yo-”

"When last you fade on wind and light, our might become,” he said softly, almost as if in a trance. The mana began to gather rapidly outside the Caelin soldiers' breath becoming visible as the temperature dropped. ” Come! Noble Shiva! " 

Reality cracked under the pressure of the gathered mana. And from that tear in reality stepped forth what might as well have been a god. A woman of eerie beauty, her long flowing hair turning into the mist that circled her bare feet, standing as tall as the massive door of the castle itself. The Laus soldiers stood in terrified awe as this being looked amongst them before raising one hand and gathering a swirling nexus of cold that only seemed to grow as she looked on unimpressed.

“Step away from the door and stay away from the windows!” Rama ordered taking gasping breaths as he tried to recover from that massive casting the Caelin soldiers followed the order but looked unsure how far they should stand away

“Sir Beoulve… what did you do?” the nearest soldier asked, a tremor of fear in his voice.

“I’m clearing the threat to the front gate.” He said calmly but still closed his eyes as he heard the Shiva reaching the peak of her power, “May god look after those who remain.” he whispered a prayer and closed his eyes..

…Glacial Shards…

Shiva moved her hand forward and the Gathered cold exploded forward in a massive cone freezing solid all that lay in its path. All plant life died at its touch, flash frozen along with the ram, the soldiers operating it and the gathering knights and horses behind that weren’t able to react in time. The Esper then began to fade, its tether to reality wearing away, unconcerned with the devastation she caused she disappeared in a flurry of snow. Behind where she stood the gates opened to reveal Ramza, a sword on his him flanked by half a garrison worth of guard. Taking in the grisly display. Most of the surviving Laus soldiers either were still on the ground in shock or had fled, the remaining knights were trying to steady their frightened horses as well as their stomachs.

“What kind of devilry did this?!” The likely commander shouted to the defenders trying to sound stern and unmoved by the carnage. Ramza, stone faced, drew his sword and pointed it at the man.

“I am Ramza Beaoulve of House Caelin. You turned down your opportunity to parley and attacked us unprovoked.” He bellowed back, in the angriest voice he could muster. “Now Surrender or Die in Obscurity!” The apparent leader flinched, a moment later the remaining knight morale broke, galloping off in different directions. 

“You cowards, where do you think you're going?!” The Knight commander screeched but no one listened. He looked back to Ramza; the noble’s piercing glare leveled squarely on him. “D-Damn it.” the knight commander turned and fled with a string of profanity. As soon as they were out of sight Ramza stumbled forward shaking, the bluff had worked. He was still recovering from that spell but he’d managed to hold it long enough. A soldier helped him upright and he offered a nod of thanks. 

“Clear up any stragglers in the courtyard and reinforce the gates.”

“Yes Sir!”

“I need to find Lyn…” he said mostly to himself as he made his way carefully back into the castle. He heard the field to the east of the castle was being held by Knight commander's Kent and Sain and their most elite knights. Disabling the enemy cavalry with the Ivalician training  that left the western gate and the back and thus far no enemies had managed to get around the back of the castle. Slowly picking up his pace as he recovered he began to run into more soldiers as he grew close pausing at the window to try and survey the battlefield.

Outside, Lyn dashed through the melee with speed and precision. Practically dancing away from deadly blows only to respond with a devastating strike back. More often than not she reacted before the blow was even struck, so keen were her battle senses in the moment. As well trained and prepared as Caelin’s soldiers were, Lyn stood out like a goddess of war. A mythical figure. She circled among the infantry of Laus gathering them together as she drew the Man Kati from it’s sheath and held it above her head. 

“Through the windswept plains that live in the heart of all Sacaens.” she said becoming the epicenter of a growing wind, the ancient blade glowing bright forming into translucent doubles of herself all crouched low preparing to draw. “Cut away with Righteous Justice. Mani Kati! ” she called and her copies all drew they’re blades at once creating a swirling tempest of blades that felled over a dozen men in a single action, several others at the fringe maimed but alive. Laus’s elites hesitated to approach as she resheath her sword and turned to face them. 

“Invaders of Laus!” she called out, the sheer presence of her fighting spirit creating a pressure the held them in place. “End this foolish assault and you will be spared. Otherwise” she slowly drew her sword and aimed her sword to the Laus soldiers. “I will strike you down, For Caelin!” with her ultimatum the defenders offered a roar of support. After a tense moment the attacking infantry pulled back. Letting out a relieved breath Lyn returned the Mani Kati to it’s sheath and watched Laus withdrawal. 

“Quite the impressive showing Mylady.” Ramza said as he approached the Princess, many Caelin soldiers stopped to salute him as she passed.

“It was like scything a field of wheat compared to the duels with you.” She said with a light chuckle. “They all seem so sluggish and predictable. Wide openings for attack in nearly every strike they make.” she lost a bit of her smile as she looked at the bodies littering the field around her. “It was almost too easy.

“Well we are operating on a different level of tactics and training compared to them. I imagine most veterans will adapt much quite and become challenges on their own. Until then we must make sure to use this power for only righteous means.” he said somberly, the image of Shiva's aftermath still fresh in his mind.

“True, it is the right of the strong to be able to offer mercy.” Lyn looked further down the valley to the gathered forces below. “WE have bought some time but If Laus is more stubborn than smart we will likely have a second wave to deal with.”

“Likely so. It is likely the lives of his men matters little to a man like Laus. We must make sure to shear up the defenses and heal the wounded before that next comes.”

“Understood,” she offered a nod before turning to the squads that had accompanied her to the fields. “Those here are able to shore up the gates, any injured should be brought to Florina’s squad in the courtyard for healing.” with a cheer in responses they all headed out to fulfill their duties. “For now we should check in with Grandfather and update him on the state of the battle.” Ramza offered a nod in return, they likely wouldn't have a better chance for some time.

With that the woman who would go on to be the Blade Maiden of Caelin and her Advisor left the field to head to the throne room. 

The battle turned before long… even as the Marquis took his granddaughter and advisor’s consul a messenger arrived with news of the full rout of Laus’ forces. It seemed as they were lickng their wounds from the first defense they were come upon by another force who had been pursuing them. Laus had been wiped out in the conflict and the rest surrendered or fled the battle. It was a complete victory.

Eliwood and Hector made their way to meet with the marquis and were welcomed with great fanfare. Eliwood's mission to find his father and the conspiracy tied around it reeked of the Devil’s mischief. Fortunately Lyn’s own sense of justice was more than enough to convince her to help, to which Ramza and the rest of the legion would follow. They would once again find themselves in conflict with the Black Fang… but also Bern and those pulling the strings behind it all.

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Through intel from an ostian spy the group's goal became heading to the island of Valor, a place rumored to be a death sentence for all who stepped foot. That would not stop Eliwood and thus the rest followed. At Lyn’s recommendation Ramza was accepted as the tactical counsel for future battles. Hector didn’t see much in the rather soft looking noble until a spar turned his attitude around. Those in the legion were well acquainted with Ramza’s skills, and several like Dorcas and Serra had seen it in action. It was an eye opening experience to the others. Despite solidly winning Ramza was quick to praise Hector's natural strengths and toughness, he was refreshingly straightforward and seemed to have a similar drive to that he had seen in Lyn. Another potential prodigy in Ivalician arts… but that would need to wait until there was some downtime.

They went to the port only to find that the only one crazy enough to take them to Valor was a hardy crew of Pirates. Something Lyn would not abide but was fortunately talked down by her good friend. A simple challenge of strength (as well as swaying an assassination attempt by the black fang) lead to the agreement being struck and the voyage set.

It was restless days as the boat traveled on, there was not even much room to train and pass the time. But Ramza grew reacquainted with those who fought against Lundgren(Erk, Lucius, Mathew, Serra) and got to meet those new to his service(Guy, Bartre, Owsin). Spending much of his time with Eliwood, Hector, and Lyn in the planning phases of things. Working with what little knowledge of Valor the pirates could provide. But there was a conflict that would arise first.

It started with a surprise, a dingy having floated seemingly from the island came within sight of the boat with a lone girl unconscious inside. Quickly pulling her aboard it was revealed to be the young dancer, Nils’ sister Ninian. She was in a daze, barely able to peace words together when her pursuers made themselves known, three boats flying a mysterious flag assaulted the ship. Damaging the hull and sending multiple boarding crews to overwhelm the crew… little did they know a veritable army was waiting to defend it. 

With the captain and crew down below, they split their forces between the two boarding boats, One swarming with soldiers and mercenaries, while the other full or robed figures channeling dark magic. Ramza’s focus turned to the third ship coming up from behind the now stranded vessel. With a simple acknowledgement of ‘I’ll handle it’ he leapt off the boat and began to run across the rolling ocean waves. It was definitely different from walking on lakes and rivers but his geomancy kept the surface solid beneath him. He didn’t have a lot of time and he wasn’t confident he could take the whole enemy crew on his own safely… but the boat was another issue entirely. 

He focused his magic picturing growing flames. Burning out of control until a body began to form in his mind. One of the other Eidolons he was familiar with from his studies back at the academy… much like Shiva before he could feel the intense draw of his magic as reality began to tear. "Fires of creation, lord of flame. To ash and dust return, Ifrit!" ” the release hit, bringing him to one knee as the spell completed. Kneeling on the rolling sea was a tear fully opened. A muscular humanoid stepped out, floating just above the ocean, which began to boil underneath him. He stood to his full height, head nearly level with the deck of the approaching ship, horns clear visible to them. With a hiss of steam he reached out and placed his massive hands on the hull of the ship, searing handprints into the wood and smoking as if fire were to spread. The ship stopped all forward momentum in the entity's hands as heat began to build. Panic rose on the deck, several mages peeking over the bow to see what was holding them and blasting the obstruction with dark magic. Ifirit hissed but did not budge… in fact it only seemed to enrage him further as heat built to a crescendo.

…Infernal Blaze…

The beast growled as a pillar of flame erupted burning the whole front of the approaching ship to cinder, followed swiftly by a geyser of scalding steam from the ocean below. Soon as the attack finished the opening the Hull rapidly began to fill with the waiting ocean. Seemingly satisfied with the destruction the entity faded into crackling fire and then smoke. Ramza, who had be forced to stumble back from the boiling sea, watched the ship rapidly sink. The crew scrambling for life boats or Pegasus, several of which were still tethered to the back and struggling to get free, their riders likely already sent overboard or caught in Ifiti’s Blast. 

Spotting an out he collected himself and Jumped up to the tilting ship rushing to the back, cutting down a few distracted mercenaries before reaching the stern. Cutting the trapped beasts free and hopping on to one of the larger ones, urging it up. After clearing the water it began to resist Ramza, trying to dump the unfamiliar rider into the ocean. He did his best to soothe the mount as it spun and bucked to little avail. Ramza tried to focus his energy on the Pegasus, trying to reach a connection with it to keep it from panicking further. First came emotions, fear and confusion being the most prominent but pushing further he could soon hear the words. He’d yet to practice beast speech much, with only horses to practice on; they had little input of value compared to chocobos. Though if Florina was to be believed pegasus were smarter beasts. He hoped so focusing his magic to tune into the language of the Beasts.

‘Enemy!’

'No enemy, Friend.' Ramza said quickly, feeling the beast tense up under his hold.

‘ What? You.. Understand?’

'Well, I’m trying to.' Ramza admitted with a nervous chuckle.

‘Tricky enemy. Won’t betray Yenise! Man get off’ The pegasus did an aerial roll that nearly dumped the noble from the saddle, barely clinging on.

'They were trying to hurt my friends, I just want to protect them. Like you want to for Yanise.' He took a gamble in the brief time the pegasus was flying straight.

‘Yenise’

“Right, that's your normal rider I take it. Friend?'

‘Yenise, closer than friend. Partner.’ The pegasus snorted as if insulted. ‘ Where is she?! ’

'I don’t know,' he admitted and immediately had to grip tight as the Pegasus tried to buck him off. 'W-what does she look like?'

‘No more tricks Male! Off’ with an impossibly tight turn Ramza found his grip finally failed him as he was flung into open sky. The mental connection broke as the Pegasus flew away from him and left him plummeting. Apparently mediator magic was not as easy as normal spell casting. He didn’t have much time to prepare himself, it was going to be an awkward landing nor matter where he ended up.

“Sir Ramza!” A blur of white, blue and pink entered the edge of his vision diving toward him. He adjusted his vision, to see Florina and her steed trying to match his speed. There wasn’t much time to think so he reached over and managed to get positioned on the back of the Pegasus before she would need to pull back up and avoid crashing.  “P-Please Hold on” The creature began to swerve as Florina tried to redirect him from its dive. Ramza leaned forward and held on to keep from falling, hearing a muted squeak of surprise. The beast pulled up and leveled out much to the blond's relief.

“Thank you Miss Florina, you really saved me back there.”

“C-c-could you…”

“Hm?” between the wind rushing by and her soft voice he had to lean even more to lean in more to hear her. “I’m sorry what?”

“CouldYouPleaseLetGo.” she mumbled face having turned scarlet red. It took a moment for the normally quick minded Ramza to make the connection. Immediately shifting back and raising his arms up.

“My apologies.”

“...It’s fine…” 

“It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable”

“It’s fine.” she couldn’t bring herself to become forceful but it was about as close as she could get. “Let’s just get you to the ground.”

“Much appreciated.” It seemed most of the fighting was over, without the expected reinforcements the three lords had led their soldiers effectively to clear out the other two ships once the captain and crew returned from patching up.

The island of dread was as dangerous as advertised, recruiting Florina’s mercenary sister did help but finding the dead body of the spy Leila shook the army to it’s core. She was unfortunately too far passed for revive magic to bring her back. Mathew seemed to take this even harsher, becoming quiet and serious for the first time since Ramza had known him. The group was able to save Eliwood's father though who provided valuable information about what was really going on.

Nergal, a powerful Dark mage, was trying to gather energy to permanently open the dragon gates. They’ve seemingly been working with the Black fang mercenaries to reach their goals. Unfortunately reaching out into Bern as well to start a war. There wasn’t much time. The direct method unfortunately didn't work as a strange being blocked all magic in the area stopping the fight.

With Assassins about, there weren’t many places to keep the marquis, eventually settling on Hector's brother, who was still hiding his illness.

The battles against the black fang and bern were unavoidable but straight forward. Nino and Jaffar are never discovered or rescued as the army didn’t aim to go directly to Bern and the queen as they’re battles in the field were so much more devastating as more and more of the army began to utilize the Ivalician tactics. The Mad King Falling to an ill-fated charge Into Ifrit… the young Zefirel will inherit the throne, the dark advisors ran off.

With his backing fading fast the final climactic battles with the black fang lead to a rush for ancient weapons. Ninian is never injured by the Durandal and the army takes the fight to Nergal and his morphs who ultimately sacrifice himself to try and open the gates. Hard fought battles led to victory and a stronger Lycian league. 

Peace came to Elibe. The Relationships formed in the fires of combat came out all the stronger, several settling aside to start families. Weddings were in season, but nothing as high profile as the two young marquis with their wives. The Boorish mountain of a man Hector seemingly finding solace with the soft spoken Florina. While Eliwood had a truly storybook wedding with the lovely Dancer Ninnian. Who turned down returning to her home in order to pursue the relationship. It was after that second celebration the Noble from another land sat contemplating his uncertain future…

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Ramza pulled his knees up into his chest as he looked over the hills of rolling green. The joy of the ceremony fading as he contemplated his situation. He’d been dragged from his own world to this one and fought two wars to protect a group he’d come to know as close companions… It had little value for the situation in Ivalice so he doubted he’d have been praised much from Dycedarg. For what little value his words held these days.

“Would Father have been proud?” he mused softly to himself. The heavenly Knight who fought for Justice, the man who had achieved all one could on the battlefield as a warrior. Would he look on these skirmishes and sieges with pride. Would he be disappointed the fights couldn’t be avoided? It was hard to say but… “I Hope so.” It was a childish thought. Seeking his father’s praise even as he grew into a man. Thoughts of family brought forth other images. 

The grip of his fathers hand loosening as he passed on

Zalbag walking away

Tetra slumped over the ramparts

Delita cradling his sister's body in the smoke

His sister waving in the distance with a big smile, wind rustling her dress

“Ramza?” a female voice broke through his introspection.

“Alma?” he muttered, thoughts and emotions jumbled as he looked back to see a puzzled Lyndis. “Oh um, sorry Lyn.”

“That's Fine,” ever understanding she forgave his confusion before tilting her head slightly. “ Who is Alma?” she asked carefully. He knew from past talks that if he told her he didn’t want to speak of it she’d let the matter drop without question. Despite that…

“That would be my younger sister,” he relented. “It seems with peace coming my mind is traveling miles away.” he admitted with an embarrassed smile. Inviting herself she took a seat beside him, offering an encouraging smile.

“Well thinking toward the future is hardly a bad thing.” her free left hand idly fiddled with the end of her long ponytail as she turned her eyes to the horizon. “So, you were thinking of going home?”

“I don’t think it will be that easy.”

“A trip across the sea is always going to have dangers. But I’m sure the marquis of the league will gladly set you up with plenty of supplies to make the journey.”

“It’s-” he stopped himself, the truth of his arrival had been for him alone. Even after all this time he had not talked about it properly with anyone. He could trust Lyn though, couldn’t he? He frowned for a moment, uncertainty sending his heart to beat rapidly. He could feel her curious gaze getting tinged with concern. Making his decision he took a deep breath and turned to face her. “It’s not so simple as a boat trip. But if I tell you why you may think I have gone mad.” he admitted his leather gloves creaked as he squeezed them into tight fists.

“Ramza, I would elect a mad man to be my advisor nor follow them as far as I have.” her tone was firm and resolute.

“Very well.” he said, releasing the tension in his shoulder sna dn hands. It was now or never,“Ivalice does not exist in this world.” and so he began to explain. 

Of what happened that day, of Devil’s in the snow, of being cast into the sky and waking in Sacae. That the devil spoke to him in the world and predicted the conflicts he would face. He spoke of all the books he studied, that there was no other continent. That he had no home to go back to. To her credit she took it all in before replying.

“That is quite a tale.” It was an understatement to say the least.

“It is.” Ramza agreed, hardly believing it himself.

“You haven’t heard from the creature since it told you of the coming war with Nergal and Bern?” she asked seriously, not a hint of mocking or skepticism. It warmed the displaced noble’s heart.

“No, I have been expecting to hear any day now once the celebrations began. With my apparent ‘task’ finished,”

“I see,” she looked thoughtful. “Well let me know if you hear anything that I can assist with.” she said firmly, taking him off guard.

“But Lyn, don’t you still have your duties with caelin?”

“That's true, there is still much my grandfather and I have to make up for.” she admitted somberly before turning her eyes to the rolling fields. “But I’m not a noble, i will never be a ‘proper’ lady or get used to the social functions of my position. I can’t remain here long before I drive myself and the serving staff mad. I will always be a nomad in my heart. The Plains call to me and on some level Grandfather knows this.” she offered a resigned chuckle before turning her warmest smile his way.. “So, if it was to support you I’m sure he would understand.” 

“Lyn…” Ramza was at a loss, they had certainly gotten close over his time here, closer then he had with anyone else. A future with Lyndis at his side. For some reason the thought left his thoughts even more jumbled. “Lyn I-”

“How Touching!” A familiar voice chimed in, chilling him to the bone, “Not a perfect run, but for someone with no foreknowledge quite nice.” The world around him was once again gray, flags in the ramparts  above frozen as the wind stopped. He was back. 

“Finally back with more words of wisdom?” he jumped to his feet scanning his surroundings for any sign of the Shade. “Where are you?!”

“Ramza, who was that?” Lyn spoke up, startling him, he looked to see her also getting to her feet, body tense and ready for combat. Somehow not being alone in this frozen void encouraged him. 

“It’s him, The Devil that sent me here.”

“Devil? Hm... I've been called worse, I suppose.” the voice said flippantly, “It is a bit rude though.”

“What should I call you then?” he called out into the surrounding gray hearing a chuckle from all directions

“That depends entirely on where we go from here.” it replied avoiding the question. “You’ve done well here, well enough to pass the test.”

“Test.” Ramza Grimace “It’s always tests and games with you.”

“Guilty as Charged!” the voice was jovial, holding a mocking tone. “Those always have the most interesting outcomes. Your game Ramza is one of my Favorites”

“Damn you.”

“Ramza, calm yourself.” Lyn spoke up, placing a hand on his shoulder. “So what is the test he passed related to?” she called out while Ramza collected himself.

“Take charge kinda girl huh. You have good taste Beoulve .” the laughter picked up again before settling down. “You have a choice now Beoulve. Three Options. One, I can return you to the world you came from. Right back in the middle of that snowstorm as if you were never swept away.”   Surprise etched into the noble's face, this was new. Could he return to the world as it was, with all his friends dead and his family betrayal..

“Second, You could remain here in this world. A fresh start, leaving all those troubles and deaths behind to make a new life.” the voice continued, oh so sweetly. A fresh start, he could feel Lyn tighten her grip on his shoulder ever so slightly. The temptation was there, but he knew in his heart  he couldn’t leave things be. If the being was true to their words before then…

“What's the third option?”

“Third, You will officially enter a contract to become my Jumper .” it sounded more than pleased at the odd title. “In exchange I will allow you to save those you have left behind in the previous world.”

“Jumper?” Lyn asked, saving him the trouble of speaking up.

“Yes, a being who travels between worlds.A problem solver of sorts surviving in worlds until their task is complete and moving to the next. Gathering skills and powers along the way.” The voice spoke grandly, as if this were a great honor. “It also makes for excellent entertainment for those who watch the worlds.”

“For how long would I be your ‘Jumper’... How many worlds?”

“As many as you think you can handle. For one with as many demands as you have to bring back those you’ve lost it could be decades, centuries of jumping worlds until you’ve met enough to meet the requirements. So ultimately it comes to how dedicated you are to saving them.”

“That's madness!” 

“That is the price of a miracle, Beoulve. The Choice is yours .”

“My Choice…” Ramza bit his lip, the silence of the gray world around him was crushing. Could he dedicate himself to such an entity, could he travel for so many years and worlds. Could anyone? Dread and uncertainty filled his stomach.

“Is he the only one that can leave this world?” Lyn asked, breaking him out of his inner spiral once more.

“Lyn you Can’t!”

“I believe it’s as much my choice as it is yours Ramza.” she shot back stubbornly and laughter once again began to surround them. “Laugh all you want later, Can it be done?”

“Oh, I always did like you Lyn of Lorca Tribe. The fact you can move and perceive this moment should be all you need to know if you can come or not.” The voice sounded more than pleased at this turn of events. “When a native gets close to a Jumper They gain the ability to travel along as a companion. To keep it simple we who watch the world's limit the amount of companions to Eight or so. Otherwise things get far too chaotic. Makes the world's too Unstable.”

“So… if I choose to be your Jumper. Lyn-”

“Would become your companion. I mean you could turn her down, it is your right as the one traveling worlds to decide what company you keep.” Ramza only half listened and he looked to Lyn who stood resolute.

“I know you plan to go through with this, it’s clear how important your friends are to you.” She clasps a fist in front of her chest. “That's what I want to go with you. So you don’t need to face this on your own.”

“Lyn… This isn’t just a trip across the sea. We could be gone for lifetimes. You only just found your grandfather again, I can hardly ask.”

“He will understand my choice.” she did not back down, Ramza offered a sigh of frustration and that only seemed to rile her up more. “There's nothing you can say to make me step side on my own. You…” she paused for a moment briefly looking conflicted before hardening once more. “You will need to tell me to my face that you don't want me to come with you.”

“Oooh, so dramatic. I wish I'd brought some Popcorn.”

“Silence Devil.” He grumbled in annoyance before looking at the tribeswoman. She was putting on a brave face but he could see in her eyes she was worried he might turn her away. “Lyn,” His closest confidante in this world, his sparring partner, and the noble heart he swore to assist… was now looking to return the favor. “Lyn I…” maybe there was something even deeper to that, but there would only be one way to find out. “I hope you will not regret this later.” As the words left his mouth he could see her eyes light up with relief and he couldn‘t keep the grateful smile from his face. “Thank you.”

“I remain by your side as long as I am able.”

“Aww, so sweet I’m going to get Cavities.” the voice chimed in, unwelcome as ever. “ You two should really get a room, good thing I already have once prepared.” with a snap reality cracked and a door appeared in the middle of a field. A few steps away. “But first.” with a louder crack the shadowed form of the entity appears in front of the two warriors. Despite being only feet away neither could perceive any features of the being aside from the red eyes and the vaguely human shape. The sudden arrival set both warriors on guard, ready to fight. “You intend to take option 3?”

“...yes, I do.”

“Excellent.” The shadowed form extended a hand toward Ramza. “To seal the deal you must take my hand Beoulve.” Ramza looked at the offering with great trepidation, clenching his own hand into a fist before relaxing and stepping forward to meet the shadowy figure. The instant the hands clasp he could feel a rush of power erupt from the two of them whipping winds up into a frenzy. Their grip was strong, almost overwhelming, but he squeezed back with as much force he could muster not wanting to be intimidated. “Excellent, truly excellent! The Ritual is Complete!” The shadowed form through it’s head back laughing freely. “Ramza Beoulve, You are now my Jumper… I am the One who will watch your Journey. Please, be sure to keep things Interesting.” As they spoke the shadows seemed to recede, their form becoming more clear for the first time. 

“You can call me, Vermillion ” A man, but not. Dressed in an obnoxiously red suite and pants with a back undershirt. From his back jagged Showy wings spread wide. The entity calling himself Vermillion stepped back as the wind continued to increase, a feeling of dejavu filled Ramza. The realization seemingly noted by his ‘benefactor’ as an infuriating smirk came to their face. “ Now if you’ll excuse me I have a new world to prepare for you, so I’ll have the two of you cool off for now. I’ll be in touch!~” he waved as a pulling force seemed to draw Ramza and Lyn closer to the now open door. No matter how much they fought it only grew more intense until neither could fight it anymore and they were sent tumbling out of Elibe and into the mysterious door.

Jump 1... Complete!

Optional Scenario?: Not completed

New Companion Added: Lyn of the Lorca tribe (aka Lyndis)

Soul bonded Items: Mani Kati, Sol Kati

Destination: Jump 2... Pending. Entering Warehouse Limbo

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“Damn that Devil…Man. Whatever he is!” Ramza cursed lightly as woke up after the violent exit from the previous world. 

“That may be the first time I’ve heard go off like that.“ a female spoke up with a groan from elsewhere in the dark. “Though I can’t say I disagree.”

“Lyn! You… you’re actually here.”

“Of course, I don’t make such decisions lightly.”

“I know, I just.” he paused to collect himself. A weight he didn’t know he was holding seemed to lessen up. “I just wasn’t sure how much I can trust that De-...Vermillion.” offering the being a small amount of respect for keeping his word thus far.

“That is fair.” shuffle against stone seemed to imply she was getting to her feet. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he could barely see her silhouette on the edge of his vision. “Any idea where we are?” 

“No, I can say this is certainly new.” He muttered getting up himself and carefully walking over to his companion. They shared a smile before taking in their surroundings.  Wherever they were now it was not comfortable and it was quite dark. The gray stone floors and walls seemed to continue on without end in all directions. Freestanding shelving seemed to be set up at regular intervals. “Some kind of storage?”

“Quite vast for storage.”  she shrugged and looked back toward the new Jumper. “Shall we explore a bit.”

“I suppose we don’t have much else to do.” he motioned an arm forward. “After you mylady”

“Ever the gentleman.”

So they set off to see what they could find. The answer at first was not much. Not even the shelves went the full expense of the room, with large empty areas. Though it was quite expansive it was hardly infinite. It would have been easier if there had been some torches to light it all up but unfortunately they only had the clothes on their back and their weapons. It was a bit more interesting along the walls.Spread evenly long were metal troughs with a metal spigot and two knobs. Curiosity getting the better of him after the fourth basin he reached out and turned one of the knobs. A rush of sound erupted from the spigot and hit the basin causing both of the travelers to jump back grabbing the hit of their swords..

“Water?” Lyn noted with a bit of surprise.

“Is it draining out from some outside basin?” Ramza mused, the building lacked any windows to see outside at all. “Perhaps some manner of magic?” Lyn meanwhile snuck forward touching the seemingly endless stream of water immediately pulling it back in shock.

“Ramza! It’s Hot!”

“What?” He narrowed his eyebrows as he approached, even in the dark he could see steam starting to rise out of the basin as the water continued to drain downward into a drain. The flow never stops. “Impressive.”

“It’s always so fun to see what you medieval types latch onto.” Vermillion's voice echoed from all directions. “You two haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Vermillion, where is this place you have taken us?” Ramza Billowed out scanning the darkness around them for the familiar silhouette  “There doesn’t seem to be any door out of this place.”

“Well that's easy, you don’t have the key!” He snickered to himself, bemused at their growing annoyance. 

“What good is a key without a door?” Lyn shot back which only seemed to amuse him more. She put her hands on her hips and frowned heavily. “Did you come with anything of importance or are you just here to taunt us.”

“Very well we should get down to business.” the omniscience of the watcher’s voice seemed to consolidate into one location across the room. “Just let me get the lights.”

“Have brought some torches or-Agh! gods above” Ramza’s vision went white as the sun seemed to turn on and it became day from night. He squinted trying to get his vision to clear ever so slowly. A blur of red stood across the room shaking with laughter.

“What manner of sorcery IS this?” Lyn hissed blinking rapidly and shields her eyes. The light seemed to be coming from hanging strips above him but he couldn’t look directly at them without leaving after images in his vision.

“Electricity, but we’ll ease our way into that” Vermillion waved away the question as he approached, Wearing the same garishly red suit and excited grin. “We have so much to look forward to but first off. Catch.” with a motion of his hand a small object shot toward Ramza at impressive speed. With trained precision his eyes followed the movement and he moved his gloved hand in the way. Closing his hand as soon as he felt the impact… something metal, but not sharp. Opening his hand he found…

“A key?” it was large and ornately designed, more for show then use as you’ve ben unlikely to find any lock that was big enough to fit the head. “To what?” he muttered, passing a confused look to the entity who motioned his arms wide.

“All of this is yours now,” he noted cheerfully. “Top of the line interdimensional Warehouse. Made sure to get you all the features. Extra large plot, Electricity, running water, temperature control, protective barrier, and a few other fun additions. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of use for it”

“Um… My Thanks.” There was some debate in his mind what he would need so much space for. But a free reliable source of running water could be a lifesaver. “But where is the door?”

“Every door is yours.” he said cryptically, grinning in a way that was a bit too wide for his face to contain. Just far enough to be unsettling. 

“Enough of your riddles already, Out with it.” Lyn huffed, patience growing dangerously thin, if the entity felt concerned he didn’t let it show.

“You’re certainly feisty today aren’t you Lyndis.” he chuckled a bit before shrugging. “Very well, when you're out in the other worlds of the multiverse. You can use that key on any door and it will open into this space.” he explained, watching both excitedly for their reaction.

“Any door?” Ramza asked dubiously only to watch the entity nod furiously. “Are all doors so audacious in other worlds?”

“It possesses the magic of space. You’ll find that it will always fit whatever lock you touch it to. So I promise you are your Watcher.” he said, raising his palm up.

“I see… well I will be sure to make use of it then.”

“Please do~”

“So, I take it you finished… preparing?”

“Oh yes, I found a world with a meaty challenge for you to undertake. I look forward to how you handle it.” he clapped his hands together like an excited child. Which is rather disturbing for a grown man. “But since we are starting this new journey I’ve felt generous.” he spread his arms wide. “Pick someone you wish to save and I will add them to the world.”

“You’ll add them to the world?” Ramza asked carefully trying to keep his hope in check, this was the same being engineering dangers for their own amusement.

“Indeed. It won’t be anywhere they’ll be in immediate danger but you will need to search the world to find them. I think that's only fair.”

“I-I see.” Ramza took a deep breath. “I can choose anyone?”

“Indeed, any of your academy friends, the Hyral siblings of course, Your sister, your fah-” he listed the options casually until Ramza cut him off.

“What happened to my sister?!” he shouted. “She wasn’t even at the battle!”

“Oh, well I mean since you left the world her future is now completely up in the air.” Vermillion shrugged innocently. “Actions leave ripples upon ripples after all.”

“Damn it all…” He bit his lip looking down. “And I can only save one?”

“For now… you will need to complete several more worlds before I’ll have the energy to draw another one out from the ether. So choose wisely Young Beoulve.” Images of ghosts' past flashed through his mind. Memories happy and sad. How can he pick just one?

“Ramza.” Lyn managed to break through his spiraling mind. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “We’ll save them all in time. Just one world at a time. I think you know who you want to pick first.” She wasn’t wrong, his own sweeping emotions waiting for him to voice it aloud.

“Right… I need to see my sister safe and sound.”

“A choice made and so shall it be.” Vermillion clapped his hands together somehow making the sound of a bell. “In that case are you prepared for the next world?” he asked hopefully. Ramza and Lyn exchanged a glance before taking in the empty warehouse around them,

“I suppose so.”

“Excellent.” Vermillion grinned as he noticed Ramza bracing himself for the wind. But nothing came this time. The entity raised a hand up and smiled widely. “I hope you can swim~”

“Swim?” both warriors parroted in an unsure tone. The man in red snapped his fingers and the floor beneath them disappeared. Sending them tumbling into darkness. Flailing for a moment the two grasp hands so not to lose each other. Name or not, he truly was still a Devil.

Bye bye, Have fun!~ Vermillion’s laughter trailed off as they continued to call through the darkness… and into the light of a new world ,

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The still of the dark was replaced with the rush of salty air as the two outsiders passed through the light. Around them were the rolling seas stretching all the way to the horizon in every direction. Well at least that was about as much as Ramza could perceive before impact.

SPLASH!

The shock of the cold water nearly made him gasp but he had just enough instinct not to open his mouth, saving him from a deadly mouthful of salt water. Despite that it didn’t sting his eyes when he looked around to get his bearings. The ocean was oddly clear, at least if he didn’t look down and he could see Lyn floating a little ways away getting her flailing under control. Meeting each other's gaze she motioned to the surface to which he nodded and began to swim up. 

Good thing he wasn’t in his armor. 

He took a big gasp of air as he broke though, treading water carefully as he got his breathing under control. Lyn joined him a moment later sputtering a bit but managing to keep afloat. She groaned loudly as soon as she had the lung capacity free.

“When I get my hands on him…” the details of the promise laid unsaid. But Ramza couldn’t help but agree.

“Revenge can wait for now, we need to find some dry land.” he noted after finally calming his breathing. Closing his eyes for a moment he focused on the energy of the nature around him. This foreign ocean was raw and untamed compared to one in Elibe but at its basis the energy was the same. Locking onto that focus he placed his hands on top of the water and pulled himself up to the surface as it was solid land… constantly moving and unstable but solid. It was very hard to keep balance on but his geomancy kept him from sinking back into the water. “Come on Lyn, just like we practiced.”

“Anything outside of Grassy plains wasn’t exactly my strong suit.” she muttered back trying to find her center while a wave crashed lazily overtop her leaving her sputtering again.

“Focus, you take the elements of earth and apply them to the water's surface.” he explained patiently, watching her frown a bit and sigh. “Or would you rather I carry you to shore?” he teased.

“I’m not some tender maiden.” she huffed as Ramza chuckled. Closing her eyes to focus harder. “Apply the earth to the water…. I think I’m feeling it.”

“Good, now just… wait.” something wasn’t right, there was a strong surge of earth chakra rushing up toward the surface. “Lyn, be careful something is-” and all at once she rose out of the water until she was even with him. Under her feet was a 5ft circle of rock. A solid platform out in the middle of the ocean. “What?”

“Hey I did it!” she looked over proudly, clearly soaked to the bone, her long green hair stuck heavily to her back. She then looked down to her feet and then Ramza’s before frowning. “Wait a minute. Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m not sure what you're doing but it’s certainly not Geomancy.”

“Well it’s easier than trying to feel nature's energy like you were trying to show me so I’ll take it.” she began ringing out the excess water from her clothes and hair, eventually taking a seat on her little patch of Land. “See anything?”

“Right. Well, it looks like there may be an island to the east. But it’s going to be a bit of a walk to get there.” he glanced uncertainly back to Lyn and her island. “Is that mobile?” there was a pause as both travelers considered the possibility.

“Only one way to find out.” she brushed herself off and stood up. Focusing a moment Ramza noticed a small arcing of energy down from her into the ground. Interesting. “Go! Wah-” with a rush of water that knocked Ramza backward the rock shot out from under her feet and into the air. Arcing as if it had just been launched by a catapult, Lyn fortunately being left behind found herself back in the drink, coughing out a mouthful of salt water. There was a distant splash as the rock finally hit the water once again hundreds of feet away.

“What was that?”

“Must have put too much willpower behind that on,” she sputtered as got back to treading water again. I’ll get another one, just let me focus.” Ramza got back on his feet as he could feel the rush of earth Chakra coming up from the depth… wait there was something else. Behind? Ramza turned to see green scales cresting from under the wave. A pair of yellow eyes nearly a room’s length apart and a maw big enough to swallow a horse whole. It was clear from moment one, this was not something they could fight, not in this situation

“Lyn!” There was no time to think, only action. He immediately turned and started running as the beast started to close the distance, scooping a surprised Lyn out from the water he focused all of his energy into his legs and shot straight up into the air just as the beast past slamming it’s jaws shut on the rock Lyn had been raising shattering it like it was glass. Watching it sink back under the waves from their position high in the air gave a whole new perspective… of how unsettlingly long the creature was..

“What kind of beast is that?”

“A leviathan perhaps, in my land they were only myths. It seems the seas here are much more treacherous.” He mused, trying to calm his beating heart. A dragoon’s special jump could delay their descent but only for a short time. “If you could prepare a landing that would be best.”

“Right.” Lyn immediately began to focus. The crackle of strange energy shot downward into the sea and further below. As the pair began to lose altitude, a boulder rose out of the water to meet them. He landed with a deep knee bend to absorb the impact and let Lyn back to her feet. Once again on a tiny speck of land they stood with the sea threshing around them, still feeling the wake of the massive sea beast. One that could very much still be here.

“So, less force this time?”

“I’ll try.” Lyn knelt down and placed her hands directly on the rock platform, the crackles of energy much clearer but still a mystery. Slowly it began to move, sliding atop the water at a leisurely pace. It wasn’t perfect but it would have to do.  A few smaller serpents seemed to saddle along the rock out of curiosity but were easy enough to dissuade with a blast of fire or ice. Soon enough it was just the warriors in the waves.

“Think you can keep this up til landfall?”

“I’ll do my best, but I make no promises.” she said, sweat visible on her brow. “ It's like stretching a muscle I’ve rarely used… but it’s easier than trying to cast spells.” Ramza took a seat musing over the odd phenomena.

“It's like nothing I’ve ever seen myself.” he admitted, “How did you know what to do?”

“It just… felt right? Like it had always been there.” she frowned and shook her head. “But where I can feel it within me, wasn’t there before back home. If I’m making any kind of sense.”

“I think I understand. Something about coming to this world has changed you… Us.” he looked to his own hand before frowning. “We may have to ask Vermillion about this phenomenon next time he shows himself.”

“If he decides to give a straight answer.”

“Indeed.”

Considering all the inexperience with this new power Lyn was able to make good headway. In the hour of focus before the rock began to slow and began to dip beneath the surface they’d gotten close enough that the island could be clearly seen. Ramza crouched down next to her offering his back, with a note of reluctance she sighed. Too tired to dismiss the offer. As she climbed on she let go of her focus and the rock quickly sank back beneath the waves. Ramza with his Geomancy remained on the surface and began to lightly jog along the rolling waves with his dear companion resting on his back. It was a surreal experience to be sure, it would certainly do them good to look into getting a boat if they were planning any proper travel..

The island seemed to have a rather large port which would definitely be good for their future endeavors. Though considering their current mode of transport was walking atop water like some kind of fae creature it was best to avoid prying eyes. They took a small detour toward the far shore away from town. Their clothes damp and uncomfortable, stomach rumbling as they finally stepped onto a sandy beach. Lyn carefully got off with a soft “thanks” and after a few steps up the sand they both collapsed down exhausted. Ramza from the oceanic hike and Lyn from utilizing her new ‘rock control’ for hours on end. 

Unseen by the pair a fisherman stared openly at the pair with haunted eyes before looking to the bottle in his hand and pouring it out over the side of his beached ship.

“Ugh, I fear if I close my eyes I won’t be able to open them again til nightfall.” Ramza groaned, stretching his legs carefully to fend off the oncoming cramping.

“Tempting, but I’d feel better with some food… and a change of clothes. Sacaen cloth was not made with salt water in mind.” she grumbled as she slowly sat back up. “Though that would require money.”

“True.” Ramza eased up to  sitting position. “If we find an accommodating enough vendor perhaps we can trade a meal for a bit of work.” he reached into his pocket and pulled out the key. “Maybe there's something we missed in the warehouse?”

“It’s possible, at the very least there's plenty of fresh water.” she hissed as she got up to her feet, a bit wobbly but stable enough. Futile brushing as much sand off her damp cloths and bare legs as she could manage.

“It’s a good enough plan as is. If we can find an out of the way door we’ll see how truthful he was being.” he put the key back and offered a groan as he forced himself up to his feet. It was a long day already, but it didn’t seem likely to end anytime soon.

The port town was abuzz with activity, such an active and seemingly prosperous port would only help in finding a means across the sea. Merchants lined the main road laden with their wares, all fighting for the attention of the passing customers. It was not just humans in this town but several humanoid races as well, stretched and deformed in many strange ways. At the very least their half drenched forms were not drawing much eye.

“We really are in another world…” Lyn muttered as they carefully pressed through the crowd. 

“Indeed, even if this is my second time it still is hard to believe.” Ramza mused while trying to ignore the merchant shouting about his  ‘prize minga melons’. “Let’s see if there's a bit of honest work that can be done.”

“Aye, I feel like I could eat a horse at this point.”

Unfortunately trust was thin in this town, even the simple idea of working for food was looked upon with great suspicion. Like there was some ulterior motive. And creating a tab for ‘shipwrecked’ newcomers was just out of the question. So they were once again on the streets no closer to a meal or supplies. Ramza slipped the ornate key from his pocket with a frown.

“Maybe it would be better to check the warehouse first then?”

“There might be something we could sell for coins, maybe there's some trade for fresh water? Or break down some of the shelves for scrap?”

“It’s a start.” he sighed and pocketed the key once more before they left the busy main streets and slipped into the dark side paths. They immediately caught the attention of a group of loitering toughs. Their apparently leader makes no effort to hide his gauging eye… nor the lingering gaze along Lyn’s legs.

A larger man stepped out into their path, taking up most of the street, towering over the pair. Ramza frowned, making the move to go around but they shifted to cover the opening, face stoic.

“Excuse me sir but could you move aside?”

“Don’t wanna.” the living mountain of muscle grunted.

“Don’t mind Folki, he’s a simple sort.” The leader had stood approaching from behind, flanked by two other men with excessively large cutlasses at their hips.. “Maybe we can work out an agreement of some kind?” His tone was reasonable enough but the situation was all set up to put them at the disadvantage.

“I’m not looking for any conflict, just let us pass and be on our way.” Polite as ever Ramza attempted to end this peaceably. His eyes scanned the men, they were fighters to be sure but they had no skill even in their exhausted state it would be an easy fight. It is up to them to notice the danger and take the out.

“I’m sure we can arrange something, if you're looking to pawn off those swords, I have a cousin who's a blacksmith. He’ll give you a fair price.” there was no one in the alleyway that believed that for a minute but a fight could yet be avoided. 

“We may be new to the area but it’s easy enough to read that it’s best to be armed.” Lyn shot back, reflexively placing a hand on the hilt of her Mani kati. After all, a skirmish with these thugs wouldn’t be worth dirtying the Sol Kati. The toughs tensed a bit but the Leader kept his cool. There was another figure moving along the nearby roof, though they were keeping to the shadows.

“I suppose you have that right, Kalinda is the city of trade and thieves you never know when you might find yourself in an unfortunate position.” That was no longer coy, just a simple threat.

“Unfortunate indeed.” Ramza shot back pretending not to notice Folki looming closer. “After all looking as ragged as we are seems to have been ideal bait to catch a bigger fish.” he said, cracking his knuckles while Lyn crouched low, ready to move in an instant. For the first time the leader was given pause, reevaluating the pair before laughing loudly. Enough to get his men to join him. 

“Your a bold one I’ll give you that but you're messing with Gilm Redhand. I own every hand on the east side of Kalinda.” he opened his arms wide and grinned. Belatedly it was easy to notice every thug seemed to have a red glove on their right hand. That would be good to keep in mind for later as more movement could be heard on the rooftops. “But I like you stranger, so I'll let you off easy. Drop your weapons and we’ll leave you with the clothes on your back.”

“Bandits, Thieves, You're always the same..” Lyn spat venomously  drawing her blade. The Mystic blade rang clear in the back alley, the last sound many a bandit heard back on Elibe. “Scum.” It seemed the time for talking was over.

“Fine, have it your way, Folki,break the blond one in half! As for you Girly-huh?” Lyn was gone. A moment later there was the sound of a blade sheathing behind him. Glim jumped forward and turned. Lyn glanced over her shoulder with a smirk, the Mani Kati clicking back into the sheath as if she was already done. “Wha? Don’t just stand there you fools. Kill her!” he screamed. With a pair of groans both men keeled over, their sword cut in half.for good measure.

“It's a waste to dirty my blade on ones such as you.” Lyn said, turning back around to face the lead thug, eyes narrowing. “But I think I can make an exception.”

“F-Folki hurry up I need you!” a crashing thud and low groan made Glim wince. This couldn’t be happening. “Folki?” he reluctantly peeked back to see his giant sprawled out on the cobblestones, Ramza stood over the lumbox trying to shake the feeling back in his hands.

“Should have stuck with the gut, his skull is like punching a boulder.” the traveler muttered before looking back to Glim with a frown. “As for you.”

“What kind of monsters are you?!” he blurt out before seeming to regain some measure of composure. “Ay Jitai, would you shoot already! What do I pay you all for?!” A series of shots rang out, though instead of projectiles a pair of thugs fell from the roof directly on top of their leader, a three pronged dart sticking out of one of their backs.

“Got yer back newbloods!” a female called from above stepping into the light. A dark skinned human with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Sharing the colorful dress sense of the locals. Glim grunted and tried to shit the bodies off of him before growling. 

“Solia! You Naja dog. When I get my hands on your trat-” his cursing was interrupted by a thick roofing tile hitting him square in the face knocking him out cold.

“Well, that takes care of that.” The girl, apparently named Solia, said dusting off her hands before shifting to the edge of the roof and dropping down.

“Thank you for the assistance,” Ramza eyed the girl as she landed, she was agile to be sure but hardly a threat. She at least seemed friendly enough.

“Glad to help, I’ve been tailing this Chongo for weeks ever since he held me up.” she explained while expertly routing through the downed mens pockets and belt pouches. “He talks a big game but it’s always been numbers over Quality. Not like you two, I’ve never seen such moves.” she spoke fast jumping from topic with ease, 

“Well, fighting bandits is something we’ve had more than enough experience in.” Lyn chimed in keeping a wary eye on the girl. If it bothered her Solia made no show of it, perhaps such caution was natural in a city that so proudly proclaimed its thieves.

“I’ll say, though it seems you're a bit lost otherwise. Tell ya what. How about we have a nice meal and I can tell you what I can about Kalinda?” she offered with a hopeful grin. “We’ll put it on Glim’s Tab.” she added, shaking the thug’s coin purse with a mischievous smile.

Lacking a better alternative they let the girl lead the way leaving Glim and his Redhands for any other scavengers to take care of…

The name of the meat was strange but the flavors were there, granted hunger was always the best spice. Ramza's request for milk received a round of laughter but he wasn’t one to let that bother him, once it was clear he was serious he took it gladly. While doing his best not to think what beast in this world was milked to produce it. It was quite refreshing.

Solia continued to be quite chatty asking many questions about their situation. The pair managed to cobble together a believable enough story, involving a mutiny from a shipmate that left them for dead at sea. Them being able to swim enough to make it to Kalinda was impressive enough for the girl so no need to let her in on the rock summons or water walking.

“So despite all that trouble and nearly dying you're still intent on heading right back into the fray?” Solia pressed, leaning over her third mug of beer.

“I have to, is it as simple as that.”

“Revenge then? On that shipmate of yers? I’d certainly be shakin’ in my boats if I thought you were still out and about.” she was trying to butter him up but the flattery fell on deaf ears. He merely offered the girl a smile.

“Nothing like that, I’m looking for my sister.”

“Your sister?”

“Indeed, my younger sister is out there and I need to find her.”

“I see.” For the first time since she came across the pair Solia seemed to be lacking in what to say. At least for a moment. “What’s she like?”

“Bright, with a smile that could light up a room. Though her tongue was as sharp as a soldier on leave, perhaps that's natural growing up in a family of Knights.” he mused with a soft, somber smile. “She has a habit of getting herself into messes that me and Delita would need to clean up, she’d apologize with that little smile, promising it wouldn’t happen again… but we all knew it would.”

“Any idea where to start?”

“Unfortunately no. I’m starting here. Fortunately it seems she’s not here. I could only imagine what trouble her attitude could have gotten her into.” he chuckled and shook his head.

“And despite that you're just going to head out into sea.”

“It’s what family does for each other.” He looked to Lyn who nodded in agreement.

“Some families maybe…” The native girl said with a sigh before taking a long swig of her ale. Lyn and Ramza exchanged a concerned look.

“Some sort of family troubles?” Lyn pressed, Solia looked conflicted for a moment before she began to speak..

“Mother always said in this world it was everyone for themselves. It was the only way to succeed. To that end she pretty much left me and my brother to fend for ourselves in the streets.” she recounted, Trailing a finger along the rim of her mug. “Ioz wasn’t always the brightest but he was older and stronger. He tried to make things work, get some food on the table. I was too young to do much but it seemed like maybe we could prove mom wrong if we worked at it. Or so I thought.” she huffed in frustration. “Soon as I was ‘old enough’ he hopped the first boat out of port in search of coin and glory. After all, I could handle myself.” she muttered in a sarcastic tone. “Eventually I caught my own ship out, see if maybe another island would have greener pastures but Kalinda wasn’t all that better than home. But it’s not like I can turn back now.”

“I’m so sorry Miss Solia.” Ramza tried to apologize but she brushed it off with a chuckle. 

“Nothin you need to apologize for, just how family can be out in these parts.” she propped her head up on her elbow. “Though If I’m honest your way sounds much nicer.” she clapped her hands to her face as if to get rid of the somber expression. “‘Nough of that dour talk we’ll have some work to do if we’re going to get you out to sea eh?”

“You mean to help us?” Lyn raised an eyebrow.

“Fighting is one thing but there seems to be a lot you don’t know, figure you could use a guide and I’m just the girl to do it.” she slammed her hands onto the table exuberantly. “What ya say?”. Ramza and Lyn exchanged looks once more. There was definitely more to Solia then what she had told them thus far… but what they had heard had resonated deep within. The older brother and sister within them had trouble finding reason to leave this girl behind. What harm could it be in the end?

“We’d be happy to have you with us Miss Solia.”

“Glad to hear it, and please no indeed to be so formal. Just Solia is fine.” she rubbed her hands together. “So first off we need to sort out a boat.”

“Actually.” Ramza raised a hand, cutting the young urchin off from whatever plan she had devised. “ There is something I’d like to look into first.” he patted his pocket meaningfully, though it was lost on their guide.

“Hm?”

“Is that wise Ramza? We’ve only just met her,”

“It’s not like we’ve had a proper look at it before ourselves.”

“True, but what if she can’t handle it and others find out?”

“Does it really matter, even if people see we’re likely never coming back to this port again.”

“True…”

“Oi, I would appreciate it if you don’t talk about me like I’m not here.” she huffed, crossing her arms in a pout.

“Apologies Solia,” Ramza did his best to placate her before she could go off further. “It’s something of an oddity I came across in my travels.” he explained taking the key from his pocket, the young girl's eyes immediately locking on to it.

“A Key?”

“A very special Key.”

“...to what?”

“That… is a surprise. We need to find an out of the way door to use it.”

“It can unlock any door?” she asked, eyes widening.

“Well, Something like that.” Lyn said with a shrug. “Do you know of any places where we might be able to try it? Away from prying eyes ideally.” 

“Hm, potentially…” she looked between the two somewhat suspicious before her eyes darted to the door of the pub. Following the gaze Glim was there, looking much the worse for wear. A new group of red gloved toughs flanking him at either side. “How about we go now?”

“It would be best to avoid another fight.”

“I suppose you're right.” Lyn reluctantly agreed, much less forgiving. Following their guide out the back door and into the evening light as Glim futilely tried to shake down the bartender.

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Sun had nearly set as the trio came across a dilapidated shack on the far edge of town. Apparently even the squatters had moved on to better pastures. But it had a functional door with a rusted lock which Ramza assured Solia would be enough. Taking the key out and placing it against the much smaller knob it seemed to phase through, warming to the touch. There was the sound of tumblers catching as he turned it and light began to pour out from the edges of the door… notable moreso as the room behind the doorway was completely dark.

“Guess he wasn’t all hot air.” Lyn noted happily

“Apparently not.”

“What the raffendi?” Solia muttered as the door swung open into a gigantic room pouring light like the sun itself was inside. She stared gormlessly as the two travelers walked inside the warehouse. Which should by all right not exist.

“Coming Solia?”

“A-ah yes.” Stumbling a bit she stepped through the doorway, going from dirt to stone. Mysterious lights from above made it feel like daytime despite it being dark out and it was just such a large space. “Noy Bargo…” she muttered softly before looking to Lyn and Ramza, unsure just what she might have gotten herself into. Though they seemed distracted with their own musings.

“Hm, this wardrobe wasn’t here before right?” Lyn ask as she traced her hand along the wood. It seemed to be different then anything she’s seen. Maybe some kind of local tree variant?

“I don’t think so, but these weapon racks definitely weren't,” he said with a frown looking over the odd device next to a wooden box of dart ammo. Some kind of crossbow but the string was quite strange, it had a lot more strength to it.

“Clothes, Thank goodness…” Lyn sifted through the wardrobe, cleaning up with a fresh outfit being the main goal now that she's managed to eat. “So many styles too, much more the local fare.” Solia came up behind her noting how the wardrobe, much like the warehouse, seemed to hold much more on the inside.

“So you didn’t put any of this here?” she began to follow along the wall, noting the wide selection of cutlasses and crossbows. “You have access to a storage room that just gives you things?”

“It was something of a gift for our journey.” Ramza admitted. Getting a feel for the odd pistol and aiming it toward the long end of the warehouse pulling the trigger sending a dart whistling into the distance. “Hm, definitely different weight then an arrow but flies pretty well.” he moved on to the rifle not sure where to start with it’s operation.

“That’s one hell of a gift,” Solia looks along the shelves for anything valuable. Picking up a rather ornate ship in a bottle. It was a clipper of some kind, the detailing was quite impressive but it might be hard to find a buyer in this port. Though placing it back down something much nicer caught her eyes. “Chongo Longo, a Gazier?!” she picked up the odd device. It held many commonalities with crossbows but instead of a bow and strings it held a small sleeping lizard in a glass tube.

“Oh, what does it do?” Ramza asked curiously, Solia’s eyes widened for a moment before she collected herself and offered a shrug.

“They’re something of a rare piece, definitely could sell though.”

“I See. Well, be sure to keep it aside then.”

“...You got it.” she stroked a hand along the glass barrel, the lizard twitching a bit in its sleep..

“Ramza!”

“Find something Lyn?”

“Seems luck is finally turning.” she said happily holding a rather hefty pouch that jangled with the motion. “It was toward the bottom of the wardrobe.” Opening up they were greeted with glitter of newly minted coin, and a lot of it. Ramza offered a relieved sigh before smiling and joining his partner, picking up one of the gold coins and looking it over. Every world may have its own currency but it was always nice to see. “Excellent, this will solve a lot of our problems.”

“Yeah, a lot of problems.” Solia said raising up the odd pistol and pulling the trigger, it tighten the strap around the small lizard, waking it up and having it spew out a large cloud of green gas. Ramza breathed before he could think about it and his vision immediately began to darken. He looked at the young girl with shock.

“Solia… why?” Just before darkness fully took him he could see her standing, biting her lip before turning away.

“I told you. It’s as mom always said… everyone for themself.” she muttered softly.

“Don’t…” And all went black.

A pain in the neck was the first thing he felt coming back, the intense warehouse lighting clearly visible through his eyelids. What was that smoke? From the lizard. That didn’t matter now. Trying to shake the fog from his head he opened his eyes slowly so as not to blind himself again. 

“Lyn?” He looked around him with squinted eyes until he saw green, following it up until he got to her face, still unconscious. “Lyn!” he blinked to clear his eyes, crawling over to check on her. She was breathing, but that was about it. He reached out hesitating a moment before gently pulling her up to a sitting position with him, brushing the hair from her face. “Come on,” he whispered. After a bit of jostling she groaned and he let go of a breath he hadn’t noticed he’d been holding. Her eyes fluttered open and soon found his own.

“Ramza?” she murmured groggily.

“Welcome back.” he said with a little smile.

“One second we had the gold and then… Solia!” 

“Yeah, it’s hard to say how long we were out.” He said getting to his feet and offering her a hand up. “We can at least hope she’s still on the island.” he pulled her up in one clean motion.

“I don’t think we’ll need to worry about that.” Lyn said softly. Puzzled, Ramza turned toward the door only to see Solia. She sat back, knees pulled up to her chest, head buried behind her arms. Around her it was a bit chaotic. 

A sword was embedded into the ricky old door. The Gazier was thrown aside, the small lizard sleeping once more. The coins as well were tipped over to her left, ignored. Strangest though was how she was somehow leaning back onto the empty air of the open doorway as if it was solid. Without either saying a word they walked up to her, she slowly looked up for her arms, eyes redded but quickly hid them again.

“I’m surprised you're still here.” Ramza said in an even tone.

“...I couldn’t.” she murmured back, unwilling to look at the man she tried to rob. “This room wouldn’t let me out.”

“Well that certainly makes this easier.” Lyn said, placing her hands on her hip. “What did you think you were doing?” she asked in a stern, disapproving tone. Solia’s shoulders twitched, before she balled up her hands into fists.

“I should ask you the same question.” The young rogue shot back, finally looking up. “You both are far too trusting. Anyone in Kalinda would have done the same thing as me. You don’t pass up an opportunity like that, Easiest Payday of my life.`` The dismissive bravado did little to hide the rather pathetic state she was in. Ramza couched down to be even with her.

“Like how you turned on Glim instead of attacking us.” he pressed, watching her eyes open wide before she looked away.

“...How did you know?”

“I didn’t get a clear look when the archers were positioning themselves but from where you made your entrance you were one of the first ones that got into position.”

“Chongo…You’re a scary one. You know that?”

“I’ve heard that from some.” he admitted with a rather shameful smile.

“So this was your own plan?” she looked back down to the discarded gold. “Bring me in here and wait till I show my true colors. Heh, well you caught the last thief.” she barked out a short biter laugh. “Just make it quick.”

“Very well then.” Lyn said. As she approached and pulled the girl up to her feet. Solia closed her eyes as she felt a hard smack across her cheek. It stung. “Now don’t ever do that again.” she heard Lyn whisper before she was enveloped in a hug.

“W-What?” Solia struggled for a moment, unable to break free until Lyn stepped back hands on both of the girl’s shoulders. “What are you doing?” she felt a hand affectionately ruffle her hair, turning to see the blond smiling at her. “Why, Why aren’t you angry? I betrayed you!”

“Perhaps if you hadn’t been crying I might be.” His calm understanding tone was the complete dismantling of her anger. “You must have needed that money for something.”

“I… do owe a lot of people…” she admitted softly.

“But you weren’t going to pay them with that money though.” Lyn chimed in and Solia groaned.

“Noy bargo, you're so insistent.” the thief muttered, not denying the claim. “If you know all this, why are you being so nice? This world is going to eat you alive if you don’t smarten up.”

“Sounds like we need a guide then.” Ramza noted.

“True, one used to the culture and knows what to look out for to keep from getting scammed.” Lyn agreed before both looked toward her. She let out a massive groan. Before hiding her face in Lyn’s shoulder, not even bothering to resist the hug this time. But despite it all, a smile snuck onto her face. 

Maybe in this case, mom is wrong. In any case would it hurt to try for a little while?

When emotions finally settled they took the time to clean up using the basins to do an impromptu bath or sorts washing free of salt and sand. Putting their old Elibe clothes aside and donning the fashion of their new world. Lighter, looser but definitely more comfortable. Solia gauged the money they had could support them for a month or two at sea if they could find a ship to use. Fortunately that also seemed to be supplied, the seeming model ships came with a note alongside them. 

[In Case of Ocean, Break Glass]. 

On a hunch Ramza took the model clipper and smashed it on the warehouse floor. Staring at the smashed ship and broken glass for a moment before reality seemed to flicker and twist. With an audible pop the mess of wood and glass was gone. Following the hunch the trio left the warehouse, closing it behind them and reclaiming the key. Walking back into town as the sun was rising, docked in port on the far end was the clipper, no longer a model and very much real. 

They had to give Solia a moment to collect herself before she could continue. She led the pair into the market and with their newfound wealth set to work haggling for supplies. Lyn and Ramza knew nothing of this world's meat and fruit and relied heavily on their guide to pick out food that would not only keep well on a ship but would taste well enough to make it worth it.

It wasn’t all smooth sailing Gilm did locate them in the market with the full force of the red hand gang at his back. Perhaps hoping to save face with the population he offered amnesty if they turned the traitor over to him, likely realizing even with this numbers advantage he might not be able to beat the travelers. He hid his fear well behind his thugs and it was now Solia who would need to rely on her protectors. What followed was controlled chaos. The veritable army of thugs were dispatched with single precise blows either from Ramza’s fist or Lyn's sword. Darts and urchin were caught or cut out of mid air. The snipers having their weapons cut in half in a blink. Not a single neutral civilian was harmed, nor a single stall damaged and yet the red hand were soundly defeated. Gilm stumbled away in fear fleeing the carnage and forever losing this aura of control he held over the red hand gang. Kalinda was still a city of thieves… but on this day the tight grip of crime lessened ever so.

Being sent off with well wishes and a few bonus supplies they stocked it all into the hold. With a little help from Solia they began the process of making the ship ready to sail… strangely it all came easy to pair. Like their bodies knew what to do as soon as their minds were given the instruction. With the young thief at the wheel and the wind at their back the clipper known as ‘Balbane’s Hope’ set sail into the twenty seas in search of Ramza’s sister… and maybe some treasure along the way.

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The initial excitement of setting out to sea eventually faded. Soon it was just the day to day maintenance of keeping the ship running on the open sea. Managing the sails with the wind to try and keep directions, always having at least one person on watch for any dangers. But ultimately it was all for the goal of finding Alma, so Ramza had little trouble keeping up his motivation. Plus there were other things to keep his attention. 

This ship Vermillion provided also came with a pair of native mounts, Dagrons as Solia called them. Similar to the wyverns of Elibe if they were as sleek as the Pegasus. The beasts were well tempered and receptive to orders, even without the use of beast speak. If Solia was to be believed this was a rare thing as they are usually fickle creatures by nature. Good, that would save on a lot of training.

“So you're sure it’s the right place to go?”  Lyn called across the deck after adjusting the sails.

“If you're seeking leads, you need to ask those that have been sailing the seas.” Solia replied, tying off the other side. “Janda-Town is a city of pirates. Those Jitatin fools hardy enough to sail the Twenty seas. If there is news of Ramza’s sister it will be our best chance to find it. If we can pay for the information of course.” 

“I thought Kalinda was the port of Thieves?’ Lyn shot back incredulously. “What's the difference?”

“A thief is content with the money made by swindling merchants passing through. A pirate seeks their fortune by whatever means they are willing to risk.” she gave a derisive snort. “It’s like comparing gang leader like Gilm to a true Pirate lord like Bloth.”

“Bloth?” Ramza rolled the odd name around in his mouth. There was something uncomfortable about it.

“Aye, a true blackheart that one.” The guide’s tone became deadly serious. “If the seas are kind we won’t end up in his sights.”

“I see. Hopefully not.” he agreed, pulling out the spyglass to scan the horizon. Like many of the gifts Vermillion had left them it was a useful tool. Allowing vision much further then a normal spyglass should with no drop in clarity. For a world with so much open sea it was a life saver for avoiding storms. As well as a Mega-Leviathan that made the one that greeted him and Lyn to this world look like a minnow. This latest sight was more puzzling than anything though. Several splotches of black scattering across the waves. Almost like an oil or Ink. Strange…

Just before he brought the glass down a bird skimmed the nearby waves to catch a fish, several inky tendrils stretched out from the water grabbing the bird and pulling it under the waves. It did not return. Unsettled, went to his first rule as a world traveler. In mysterious situations it was best to defer to those native to the world.

“Solia, you might want to look at this.”

“That so?” She raised an eyebrow before making her way to the upper deck. “If you see any land it is still too early for it to be Janda-town. Or is it a sea beast?”

“I’m… not sure. Some sort of beast hiding in the slime.” Ramza said in an unsure town, Solia freezing up for a moment before rushing the rest of the way. “I didn’t really get a clear look at-” she quickly snatched the spy glass.

“Let me see.” urgently she put the spyglass to her eyes and began to scan the horizon.

“Go ahead.” Ramza frowned, not liking where this might go. He watched her carefully as she adjusted the spyglass and then froze. Her skin paled slightly.

“Abyss take me… Dark Water.”

“Dark Water?” Lyn and Ramza asked in tandem. Solia seemed to ignore them as she continued to look on in horror.

“Several Patches, we’ll have to redirect.” She brought the spyglass down and headed straight for the wheel.

“Wait, redirect?! You said this is the best path to Janda-Town.” Lyn called, jumping up from the main desk to the upper deck in one clean motion. “What other path is there?”

“The merchant said there is an acrid fog to the south, so we’ll have to go north until we pass the Dragon’s maw. We’ll be able to get back on course then.” Solia said, giving the wheel a hard turn. “It’ll be a few more weeks at least.”

“Will our supplies last that long?” Ramza frowned.

“No, we’ll likely have to resupply along the way.”

“With what money?” Lyn crossed her arms. “We spent nearly everything we had just to set out.”

“Then we’ll just have to figure something out when we hit the next port.” Solia shot back stubbornly.

“Solia, you're overreacting. I have greater means for dealing with threats then you’ve seen just far. I-” he started to explain before she cut him off, slamming her fist into the wheel.

“Jitatin outlanders, you don’t understand!” she growled before stopping herself and looking at Ramza. “With all due respect, Dark Water is not something to be trifled with. It would only take one of those patches to tear this boat asunder and drag us all to the deep. If you have some kind of Trump card up your sleeve save it for when we don’t have another option.” she shot back holding firm. Ultimately it was his ship, so it was his decision. Surely a few slime beasts wouldn’t be able to stand up to any of the Summons in his repertoire.

“Ramza, she seems serious about this.” Lyn pleaded softly, taking that lead Solia’s expression softened.

“You asked me to guide you, so you’ll just have to trust me on this one. I’d like to get you to your sister in one piece.”

“...Very well.” maybe it was the mention of his sister or that both his companions seemed to be in agreement. It never did any good to argue with women anyway. “We should probably start rationing the food tonight.”

“Aye, fortunately the warehouse gives us all the freshwater we could need.” Lyn chimed in in a lighter tone hoping to bring the mood back up.

“True, it is definitely a boon.” Ramza fiddled with the spyglass looking out to the path they had abandoned and sighed. “I better check our gold to see what we have to work with for the next port.” he made his way below deck. Perhaps because this was a jumper’s ship it had a full sized door to a small closet, something functionally worthless to a sailor… but very handy if you need a door for a magic key. Opening the closet with the warehouse key the massive expanse opened up before him. Stepping of the swaying wood to solid stone nearly made him stumble. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to that. 

Passing by the weapon racks he reached for the money pouch, “Woah, what?” it was hefty… but that didn’t make any sense. They’d spent most of their coin on food. He opened the pouch, “By Ajora.” It was full, just as it had been back in port. The pouch seemingly refilled on its own. “I have to tell the girls.”

“It WHAT?!” Solia and Lyn seemed once again in agreement. With the ship safely heading north they had a moment to properly take in this mystery. Ramza opened the pouch, full to the brim with glittering coins. Unable to believe this swing in fortune, Solia plucked a piece from inside and examined it.

“Noy Bargo, it’s real.” her eyes sparked with wonder. “And you're sure it’s the same bag?”

“It is, unless it was replaced with a new bag by the warehouse..” it was a possibility, there was much he still didn’t know about that room. He’d only recently figured out which switches turned off the light tubes on the ceiling.

“Well there is one way to be sure,” Lyn said before heading into the captain’s quarters, dragging out a moderately sized chest that had come with the room. Currently empty as Ramza had little to store. Popping the chest open she took the bag and emptied the gold inside. There really wasn’t enough gold to justify using a chest but it would hold it just fine. “Now we’ll just keep an eye on this bag for a bit and see if anything happens.” she said with a smile. “It’s not like we don’t have time right now.”

“And if nothing happens we can just toss it back in the warehouse and check on it later.” Ramza gained a wide smile. “Lyn, you’re a Genius!”

“Oh stop, I think I’m just losing what common sense I did have in line with all these outworld events.” she joked but definitely seemed pleased with herself. Solia shook her head. 

“Hey Ramza, next time you speak with that friend of yours put in a good word for me would you?”

“There is a lot more cost to these boons than having to swim to shore, you know?”

“Everyone knows a deal has a price, But I’ve got a brother I’ve got no use for.”

“Stop, you don’t seriously mean that?”

“If it was a refilling bag, I’d heavily consider it.” she said with a shrug. “Besides if he got the same offer he’d probably sell me off with hardly a thought.” she added with a frown.

“I doubt that.” Ramza said with a certainty that made Solia raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t know Ioz.” her deadpan tone didn’t sway the blond’s confidence.

“Perhaps, but I am a big brother.”  He reached over and ruffled the teens hair, laughing as she swatted it away. “Even when you argue, even when you annoy each other. Ultimately family comes first.” Solia huffed in annoyance as she stalked back down to the lower deck, keeping her face turned away from the outlanders. Though it was clear up she was red up to the tips of her pointed ears.

“Chongo longo, you're gonna make me sick with all this mushy talk.” she called out without turning around, going to the railing and looking out over the ocean to collect herself. Back on the upper deck Ramza looked to Lyn.

“Too much?”

“A bit probably.” she said with a soft chuckle. “She’s been living on the streets after all, it’s hard to say if there was much of that kind of family life before then.”

“In that case I may just have to have a chat with him, from one big brother to another.” it was a reasonable enough tone if he hadn’t decided to crack his knuckles just afterward. Lyn shook her head and let it slide.

Out on the lower deck Solia looked out to the endless horizon, a complicated expression on her face.

“You better be okay out there girl.” She whispered to waves as they crashed against the hull of the ship. “Because if you take too long to show yerself I may want to switch brothers.” she muttered half jokingly before sighing. “Though I doubt there's anything I could do that would fill the space he has left for you. So… stay safe.” she turned back from the sea. “From one little sister to another…”

The sea offered no answer, continuing to crash lightly against the hull.

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Patience was rewarded.

As they continued their new route north they made a routine check every morning on the money bag before moving on with their day. On the 8th day of checking it was once more filled to the brim. The bag was indeed magical and unless things went very south or very decadent they would not have any money woes. Ramza and Lyn were satisfied enough with that. Solia on the other hand immediately emptied the pouch again into the chest. When pressed by the others she merely offered a wide grin.

 “What harm was there in being paid for our travel?” there really was no good argument NOT to do this. So with reservations he let the teen manage the bag as part of her morning routine. In return though Ramza insisted she step up her training. She definitely wasn’t one with a strong drive to train. She was naturally quick, agile and possessed good reflexes…on the other hand she had neither the natural aptitude nor desire to strength train and her magic talent was even worse than Lyn’s. Lacking the time or location to safely train he had to resort on pushing her strengths rather than trying to shore up her weaknesses.

After the basic squire training he moved on to archery training, the warehouse serving as an ideal shooting range even at sea.The art of concentration seems underwhelming to onlookers but it was a matter of ultimate focus. Taking time to aim the perfect shot, negating all the flaws and choosing the most damaging location to hit. Patience was not in Solia’s strong points at the best of times but with strict coaching and promise of reward she began to steadily improve. The target slowly moved further and further back, the bullseye moved to a different place every session, lining up with the most deadly places to land an arrow on a live target… slowly but surely Ramza carved away, from a rogue with a good eye to someone with real potential as a sniper. Enough to step up to the next level.

“...You're serious?” Solia raised an eyebrow. For the first time she had her bow out with her on the deck.

“Very.” Ramza returned, standing across from her with his hand behind his back, back straight and a serious expression. It was a stance he’d often seen his trainers back in Garland use when addressing the students. It’s funny what sticks with you… “Since we’re getting closer to land it’s getting more common to spot sea birds. I’ve prepared this quiver of ten arrows.” he brought his right arm forward, a small belt quiver in hand. “Your mission is to down a seabird before you run out of arrows.” he tossed the quiver which she caught, frowning slightly.

“...What happens if I miss all ten?”

“Then we’re gonna add a refreshing bout of unarmed sparring with Lyn for a pre-dinner workout.” Solia groaned loudly at the thought. She disliked unarmed training at the best of times but at the very least she held a slight speed advantage in her sessions with Ramza… that was not the case with Lyn. The green haired warrior not only held the strength advantage, she held the speed advantage as well… and not by a small margin. A sparring match with Lyn was more charitably described as how many times will you end up twisted up or face down in the ground. 

Motivation to succeed was high.

“What about the ship?”

“Well we have our own training to do after all, if we’re going to keep sailing the seas.” he said with a chuckle. “If you're worried about leaving us to our own devices just be sure to down a bird.” he added, clearly bemused.

“Ugh, Fine.” she strapped the quiver to her belt and flicked open the top. “Do I get anything for winning?” she shot back before scanning the sky for targets.

“We might be able to arrange something if you do well enough,” he conceded. “We will be hitting a port within another week or so after all. We’ll see what they have you might be interested in.”

“Now you're speakin’’ my language.” she drew an arrow and rested it on the string, searching all the harder for her prey. 

He smiled before heading to the upper deck. Lyn stood behind the wheel, holding in steady as waves rolled lazily around them.

“Is only ten arrows enough for the first day?” she mused as the blond approached. Down on the lower deck Solia loosed her first arrow and frowned.

“...wind gets harsher higher up, hm.”

“If she keeps the tenets of Ivalians archery in mind it should be.” he said confidently. “She’s got a good eye and steady hands. Sea birds glide along the wind rather than flying normally. So if she can account for the wind resistance they aren’t all that different from stationary targets much of the time.” The tang of a bow string followed by a soft curse forced him to stifle a chuckle. “If not, she needs to work on her unarmed forms anyway.

“True, though I don’t know if I appreciate being used as a punishment.”

“Now now, one fighter's punishment is another one's pleasure.” he said breezily. Lyn blinked and tilted her head a bit at the turn of phrase. 

“And just what is that supposed to mean?” she pressed, seemingly catching her friend off guard.. A bit of color inched into his cheeks before he cleared his throat.

“Well, I was just noting that I appreciate you.” he explained, quickly adding  “as a training partner.”

“That so?” Lyn found a grin slowly forming on her lips, extending the conversation so He couldn’t move on to another topic. 

“O-Of course, I mean. Well.” he stumbled a bit before catching himself. “We haven’t had a proper sparring match since leaving Elibe. I suppose I-” he paused for a moment, his expression morphing from frazzled to one of realization. Another sharp tang of the bow.

“Jitatin rigging got in the way. Stupid bird…”

“I suppose I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.” Ramza scratched the back of his head feeling a bit embarrassed by the admission. 

“I see.” 

“...What about you?” he pressed after a moment.

“Oh, well.” it was her turn it seemed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. “It has been so crazy lately I hadn't given it much thought.” she admitted honestly.There had been more than enough excitement to go around with surviving out at sea to the chaos in Kalinda.That being said. “I do miss it. Especially since I discovered this strange geomancy, I haven’t had an opportunity to explore it on land.” she looked up thoughtfully. If she was going to explore a new power she couldn’t think of anyone else she’d rather be helping her work through it. “Though I’d hate to damage your warehouse,”

“It is harder to properly go all out knowing we’re still at open sea and could be needed to fend off some kind of sea beast.”

“True.” Lyn agreed softly as they looked out over the open sea.

“Come on come on…” another twang rang out, followed by a frustrated sigh.

“Once Alma is safe.” Ramza said firmly. “We’ll find a small island and just go all out. Just like we used to. What do say?” he asked hopefully.

“I’d like that.” she offered him a hand which he smiled and took. Each gave the other a sturdy squeeze. “It’s a date then.” she added with a wink.

“A what?” Ramza started to ask before a tang and growl erupted from the lower deck.

“Noy bargo, now they're dodging!” Solia kicked the railing in frustration. Both travelers chuckled lightly as the moment was broken.

“Seems like she might need some cooling off, I’ll have a talk with her.” Lyn said hopping the railing down to the lower deck in a smooth motion before walking toward the fuming teen. Ramza placed his hand on the wheel and looked up to the sky, one of Mer’s several moons barely visible through the morning sun.

Did she really say that?
Why did I say that?

Unfortunately for Solia she could seem to complete the challenge, leading to a rather tough session with Lyn that evening. And as they ate the reduced rations she was informed she would be given another every morning going forward until she could hit her target with the goal to do so before they hit landfall. The teen reluctantly agreed.

Three more days of careful aiming and three more nights of Lyn’s special brand of self defense training. But she did manage to do it. With the 6th arrow on day for as they were nearly to port. With the goal accomplished a very proud and somewhat hopeful asked for a reward. Ever a fair man Ramza agreed if there was something in port that caught her fancy. The promise seemed enough to keep her spirits high until landfall.

It was a much smaller settlement than Kalinda, but it had a port and a market so that would be enough to resupply. Having triple the money they had last time they were easily able to set up their food stores, water as always being no issue. They did pick up more storage though. A couple sturdy chests to store the coin they’d be building up for the next leg of their journey. The Carpenter joked that they must have quite the treasure in mind to pick up so many which drew a few eyes. Ramza tried to dissuade them but even he realized it didn’t work… especially considering how much coin they were throwing around, easily the biggest spender the merchants had seen in some time.

A Green skinned man watched them load the ship with interest. He exchanged a few hushed words with the odd bat monkey thing which snickered darkly in return. Gaining a sickly grin before he shuffled off to his own ship on the other side of the port.

After getting the boat thoroughly stocked they went back into town to shop for pleasure. Perhaps out of habit Solia pickpocketed a merchant as they passed. Ramza caught her and after a light chastisement she ended up flagging the man down and giving it back saying ‘he dropped it’. Surprising but thankful he headed back on his way and she received some light praise and a ruffling of the hair, which she only half heartedly shooed away.

There was some local jewelry and a tailor but nothing that really jumped out to the reforming thief that she wanted as her reward. She thought she may need to save it til Janda-town when an ornate knife caught her eye. The blade itself was clean and made for use but the handle and sheath were quite flashy. While she awed over it Ramza joined her at the stall… it was a pricey buy likely outside of what they should realistically pay even for one of this quality. Despite that she began to plead her case. That it was functional, she could use it for training and self defense. As he hesitated she deployed her strongest weapon against her. Opening her eyes wide, the pouting lip, holding it close to her chest. It was impressive to watch his willpower crumble away in real time. With a sigh the pouch came out and with nearly the last of their coin spent they headed back to the ship. Solia quickly fastened it to her belt and hummed an upbeat ditty, Ramza looking on with a small smile. 

Tokeningly Ramza did ask around about Alma, but there was no news to be found. Not surprising for a tiny port like this, but still stung a bit. Solia was quick to distract all but dragging him back to the ship where Lyn was waiting for them.

Coming back to the Hope there was a quartet of thugs piled off to the side of the entry ramp, A rather pleased looking Lyn waved to them as they approached. It seemed rumors of their wealth had attracted attention as Ramza feared, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Solia took the time to take their money pouches as ‘reparations’ and tied their boots together before the three pulled the ramp back up and set sail again. 

The wind was low so Ramza focused his geomancy on the upper deck. Summoning a mighty wind to take them out of the harbor and out into open sea once more. Their course was plotted. Just a bit more north before they could head south west through the Straits of Hedrin. There were rumors of ships going missing through there but it was the most direct. Ramza insisted they not delay any longer and Solia gave in with a bit of reluctance… After all, some rumors of disappearances were better than the tangible danger of dark water.