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Four corpses lay around Agnes, the merchant wagon, and the moogle whom she was being paid by. She was breathing hard after fighting off a bandit attack, not far from Neapolita's borders.
"Let's go, before anybody else comes.", Agnes said.
"Right.", the merchant replied.
Agnes hopped back ontot he back of the wagon and the moogle merchant took up the reins. The chocobos turned around back in the right direction, and sped off.
After some time, a town came into view. It was situated not too far from Neapolita's actual border, which was marked by a guard post. They pulled into town, behind a shop. Agnes got out, walked up to the merchant, and collected her pay, a fairly good sum considering what they went through. She headed out to the street, the market street, more precisely. Everybody hawked their wares. Especially audible for some reason, though, were the newsboys, selling their newspapers.
"More nu mou dissapearances! Victims never seen again! Read all about it!"
An impertinent voice nagged again, You know, they've got to get down here eventually.
"I'll deal with them then...", Agnes wearily said.
It'll be too late then..., the spirit, her great aunt replied.
Agnes sighed and simply headed into a pub.
Welcome to the continent of Roapuria. It is inhabited by a collection of races, divided into a collection of countries.
Roapuria faces an era of conflict following a period of relative peace. The human empire of Galicia has conquered all of her neighbors. All of her victories have been suspect, though, and many think this is more than wanton imperialism. Many refugees report otherworldly monsters emerging before Galician armies, which could easily sweep away most opposition. History records a similar feat being done centuries ago. The world was nearly torn asunder, and as such, the people of the world sought never to perform such dark rituals ever again. Worse than that, though, are the reports from Algarve. Not only have the monsters been spotted there, but many say that nu mou are dissapearing. Reports of kidnappings by the Galician occupiers are widespread. Human residents, however, are largely untouched unless they cause trouble. Many theories have been raised as to why. Some claim Galicia's leadership wants to rid the world of non-human residents. Others say the dark god Galicia serves requires non-human, or even specifically nu mou sacrifices. The gria states, Sjaelland and Jylland, are on high-alert, while the southern states are concerned, hoping this is just a northern atrocity. Many volunteers from the south have gone off to the north, though, whether to help the Algarve resistance, or to help the gria prepare for the inevitable invasion.
Roapuria faces an era of conflict following a period of relative peace. The human empire of Galicia has conquered all of her neighbors. All of her victories have been suspect, though, and many think this is more than wanton imperialism. Many refugees report otherworldly monsters emerging before Galician armies, which could easily sweep away most opposition. History records a similar feat being done centuries ago. The world was nearly torn asunder, and as such, the people of the world sought never to perform such dark rituals ever again. Worse than that, though, are the reports from Algarve. Not only have the monsters been spotted there, but many say that nu mou are dissapearing. Reports of kidnappings by the Galician occupiers are widespread. Human residents, however, are largely untouched unless they cause trouble. Many theories have been raised as to why. Some claim Galicia's leadership wants to rid the world of non-human residents. Others say the dark god Galicia serves requires non-human, or even specifically nu mou sacrifices. The gria states, Sjaelland and Jylland, are on high-alert, while the southern states are concerned, hoping this is just a northern atrocity. Many volunteers from the south have gone off to the north, though, whether to help the Algarve resistance, or to help the gria prepare for the inevitable invasion.
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Four corpses lay around Agnes, the merchant wagon, and the moogle whom she was being paid by. She was breathing hard after fighting off a bandit attack, not far from Neapolita's borders.
"Let's go, before anybody else comes.", Agnes said.
"Right.", the merchant replied.
Agnes hopped back ontot he back of the wagon and the moogle merchant took up the reins. The chocobos turned around back in the right direction, and sped off.
After some time, a town came into view. It was situated not too far from Neapolita's actual border, which was marked by a guard post. They pulled into town, behind a shop. Agnes got out, walked up to the merchant, and collected her pay, a fairly good sum considering what they went through. She headed out to the street, the market street, more precisely. Everybody hawked their wares. Especially audible for some reason, though, were the newsboys, selling their newspapers.
"More nu mou dissapearances! Victims never seen again! Read all about it!"
An impertinent voice nagged again, You know, they've got to get down here eventually.
"I'll deal with them then...", Agnes wearily said.
It'll be too late then..., the spirit, her great aunt replied.
Agnes sighed and simply headed into a pub.
