ElMikkino
Warlord
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Inspired by FFHII's overall feel, and what I am pretty sure is a pretty unique thing (or who knows, maybe its common!), I have decided to write a story about my latest FFHII game, where I play as Falamar of the Lunan.
I am playing only on Warlord, as I normally play on Noble, almost ready to move up a level, but when I tried playing on Noble in my first FFHII game, I failed miserably...nevertheless, I tried another game, and this is that game, which makes this only my second FFHII game! Though I'm a newbie, that'll make the experience more fun, right?
Anyways, since I didn't think I wouldn't be writing a story about this game, I don't have shots of my starting position, or founding my city, or being really unlucky with a dungeon (but the units that came out "magically disappeared" after ). So, to start things off, here is a pic of my starting city, a bit into its development:
I changed its name to Crossbay because of the hills around it forming a cross, and of the small bay it rested on.
And the map of the known world:
You might notice that something looks weird about this map. If you look closely, you can see that me and the Amurites are separated from the rest of our continent! You can also see that to the west on this map are two groves, which I labelled quite clearly. The chokepoints to enter both may be important strategic positions later on. You may also notice an island near the northwest coast of the Grove of the Tower.
Because of these interesting conditions, I chose to write this story. So now, on with it!
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Falamar sat on the shore of the Crossbay Beach. He looked out over the water, and watched the seagulls flying around in the orange light of dawn. He remembered just yesterday when his scouts had came back to Crossbay to tell him of their isolation, and of the island in the west. The sea would be very important in this life, he thought, if he wanted to have his empire reaching out over vast stretches of land. Though he and the rest of his people only knew how to build small wooden fishing boats, he was sure that in time, the seas would become paths of gold, with gigantic ships sailing everywhere.
He looked to his East, and saw that the sun had now fully risen. He got up from where he was sitting, and started back up the hill the Crossbay. He needed a nap, he hadn't slept all night, the report from the scouts had excited him so.
As he walked along the streets of Crossbay to his house, he realized how empty the town seemed to be now. The group of settlers had just left a few days ago, leaving a third of the town abandoned. But though they had gone, life in Crossbay was still prospering, and Falamar thought that the abandoned third would soon be filled up again.
He got to his house, the biggest one in Crossbay, and lay down on his bed. Thoughts of the sea and the adventures his people would have on it calmed him, and he slowly drifted off to sleep...
When Falamar woke next was to the sound of a rapping on his bedroom door. He looked out his bedroom window, and saw that the sun has risen in the sky, and it was now mid-morning. "Come in," Falamar said to the person knocking at his door.
Falamar's head advisor, Illian, then came rushing through the door, holding all manner of maps and charts. He skidded to a stop in front of Falamar's bed, and picked up a few stray charts that had fallen before addressing him.
"Your Fishiness, I have great news! The settlers that you had sent out a few days ago have arrived at their destination!"
At this, Falamar jumped, and ran to his bedside table, where Illian was laying down one of his maps. "There," Illian pointed. Illian's finger stretched to a place to the northwest of Crossbay, on the northern shore of their continent. A few crudely drawn buildings had been put on the spot that Illian was pointing to. "The settlers named the new city Innsmouth, after the old name of our own city. The town is now fully established, and ready to receive your orders, Your Shantyness," said Illian.
Falamar loved the spot that was picked by the settlers. Close to beautiful pearls, and more of their native pigs! Not very lovely animals, but very tasty, all the same! "Send congratulations to the town, and tell them to always remember the name Falamar!" he said.
"Of course, your Shipiness!" said Illian, and he ran off down the hallway, dropping more charts and maps along the way.
Falamar lay down on his bed again. He thought of how mighty his empire will soon be, and realized that a new era had now dawned on his people.
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So, what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Constructive criticism is much appreciated! New update coming very soon!
I am playing only on Warlord, as I normally play on Noble, almost ready to move up a level, but when I tried playing on Noble in my first FFHII game, I failed miserably...nevertheless, I tried another game, and this is that game, which makes this only my second FFHII game! Though I'm a newbie, that'll make the experience more fun, right?
Anyways, since I didn't think I wouldn't be writing a story about this game, I don't have shots of my starting position, or founding my city, or being really unlucky with a dungeon (but the units that came out "magically disappeared" after ). So, to start things off, here is a pic of my starting city, a bit into its development:
I changed its name to Crossbay because of the hills around it forming a cross, and of the small bay it rested on.
And the map of the known world:
You might notice that something looks weird about this map. If you look closely, you can see that me and the Amurites are separated from the rest of our continent! You can also see that to the west on this map are two groves, which I labelled quite clearly. The chokepoints to enter both may be important strategic positions later on. You may also notice an island near the northwest coast of the Grove of the Tower.
Because of these interesting conditions, I chose to write this story. So now, on with it!
__________
Falamar sat on the shore of the Crossbay Beach. He looked out over the water, and watched the seagulls flying around in the orange light of dawn. He remembered just yesterday when his scouts had came back to Crossbay to tell him of their isolation, and of the island in the west. The sea would be very important in this life, he thought, if he wanted to have his empire reaching out over vast stretches of land. Though he and the rest of his people only knew how to build small wooden fishing boats, he was sure that in time, the seas would become paths of gold, with gigantic ships sailing everywhere.
He looked to his East, and saw that the sun had now fully risen. He got up from where he was sitting, and started back up the hill the Crossbay. He needed a nap, he hadn't slept all night, the report from the scouts had excited him so.
As he walked along the streets of Crossbay to his house, he realized how empty the town seemed to be now. The group of settlers had just left a few days ago, leaving a third of the town abandoned. But though they had gone, life in Crossbay was still prospering, and Falamar thought that the abandoned third would soon be filled up again.
He got to his house, the biggest one in Crossbay, and lay down on his bed. Thoughts of the sea and the adventures his people would have on it calmed him, and he slowly drifted off to sleep...
When Falamar woke next was to the sound of a rapping on his bedroom door. He looked out his bedroom window, and saw that the sun has risen in the sky, and it was now mid-morning. "Come in," Falamar said to the person knocking at his door.
Falamar's head advisor, Illian, then came rushing through the door, holding all manner of maps and charts. He skidded to a stop in front of Falamar's bed, and picked up a few stray charts that had fallen before addressing him.
"Your Fishiness, I have great news! The settlers that you had sent out a few days ago have arrived at their destination!"
At this, Falamar jumped, and ran to his bedside table, where Illian was laying down one of his maps. "There," Illian pointed. Illian's finger stretched to a place to the northwest of Crossbay, on the northern shore of their continent. A few crudely drawn buildings had been put on the spot that Illian was pointing to. "The settlers named the new city Innsmouth, after the old name of our own city. The town is now fully established, and ready to receive your orders, Your Shantyness," said Illian.
Falamar loved the spot that was picked by the settlers. Close to beautiful pearls, and more of their native pigs! Not very lovely animals, but very tasty, all the same! "Send congratulations to the town, and tell them to always remember the name Falamar!" he said.
"Of course, your Shipiness!" said Illian, and he ran off down the hallway, dropping more charts and maps along the way.
Falamar lay down on his bed again. He thought of how mighty his empire will soon be, and realized that a new era had now dawned on his people.
Spoiler :
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So, what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Constructive criticism is much appreciated! New update coming very soon!