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An Unlikely Red String
A Final Fantasy XI Fan-fic
By: Akashimo Hakubi, Akashimo of Seraph.

Months passed after settling into the life of a mercenary, at the same time, spying for the Allied Nations of Altana, Akashimo stared into the North-Eastern skies.  He felt something longing towards the feared Arrapago Reef.  He’s visited that place often as a Thief to sneak in and free the captured Serpant Generals after Besieged.  That place may be easy to hide from the undead with supporting white magic of his White Mage, or the ninjutsu of his Ninja training, but it still gives him shivers each time setting foot there.  Imps on the other hand, the cowardly demons unlike their Demon cousins in Xarcabard, Kindred trapped in Dynamis, or Tauri that inhabit sealed off Tavnazian  structures.  Cowardly the Imps may be, they can see the tricks of invisible and sneak and many times almost finished Akashimo.
Sighing, he walked to gain Sanction with a Refreshing effect and changed to his Red Mage attire.  Justice Sword to his side and Genbu’s Shield on his arm, his prized pieces when going alone.  A scorpion harness, relic of the Duelist Gloves and Tights, with Errant clogs, carrying a Warwolf Belt, Moldyvite Earring, Evasion Torque, finishing his attire, the prized item to all Red Mages, Warlocks Chapeau. Another earring to his left ear, from his battle against all five Ark Angels at once, a Supponomini, a ring from Cardinal M* after defeating and averting the Twilight God, Promathia from setting foot on Vana’diel, the Raja’s ring dawned his left hand.
Indeed, he has well traveled and most of the deeds that he’s done go unspoken, but its better that way, for fame always leaves one without a sense of self space.  To the Hall of Binding he arrived, acquiring a Runic Portal permit, he set for the Ilrusi Isle staging point.  Upon arriving he nodded to a familiar Immortal from many Assaults he’s gone here with fellow adventurers who’ve also become mercanies in the Aht Urhgan lands.
Once out of the protection of the staging point, he casted Refresh, Protect, Shell, Stoneskin, Phalanx, Sneak and Blink.  Subjob of choice today is Black Mage for a quick escape if needed.  Though he rather not have to pay the recruiter in  San d’Oria another 300 gil for the rest of the day, the hume would take that lesser of two evils.
In luck Akashimo is today, the three Imps that portal the yonder of the Staging Point weren’t in his direct path.  A quick use of Sprinter’s Shoes and out of the caverns and out of their lair of casting he has adverted one predictable trouble.
Now begins the journey.  The land was filled with the air of the undead, a cold salty wind, and the eeriness of a Dark Elemental roams this area.  But why has Akashimo suddenly had an urge to come to this lair of many unlucky peoples’ doom.   Perhaps it was an unusual place to roam compared to idly walking in laps at Whitegate, or maybe the voices or Altana and Promathia urged him here.
“Well no point in just thinking about it.  Lets roam about freely for a change.” Akashimo breathed aloud.   There were many ships in ruined, occupying them were the undead Draugers, a skeleton ghoul of sorts.  But nay, not like the simple Black Mage and Warrior ones that roam the middle lands of his home.  These are souls laid in charm by the Lamia and Merrow.  “Oh what faith weaves for these souls to be taken in so easily.”  Merrow Chanter was near by, though not facing, Akashimo was quick to cast Invisible on himself and run pasted the series of ships.  Reapplying his enhancing spells every so often and taking more cautious routes than be on his Thief, had lead him to what appears to be a clearing with a view of the orange rising sun to the East, with setting grey moon of Darksday to the west.
Time seemed to stand still as he watched the light of the sun, obscured by the dense fog and darkness of this undead nest.  Warm it was and relaxing, to him, and mysterious figure that watches him closely.  He started to doze off with the distance scenery, light glowing through the thickets of fog and clouds.  That moment the figure took a spot next to him, curious as to why he would just sit there like that and stare into the distance.
Startled he jumped to his feet and senses.  This figure was a highly curious Lamia Immolator had joined him.  Oddly, unlike her sisters that roam the Reef or take part of Besieged she had not attacked him.  “No need to rush for weapons or fly out,” He thought to himself.  Both of them started at each other for a while until the silence was broken by Lamia No. 19 starting to cast Flare on Akashimo.  In a haste,  Akashimo casted Warp on himself, but just as the spell went off his Genbu’s shield fell to the cold ground and was left behind.
“Damn it! How could I let that drop so carelessly?” He yelled at the wall facing him in Northern San d’Oria.  His home point is set that he’s face-to-face against the closest wall where the Home Point crystal is at.  “I better quickly change to thief, go in and Teleport out of there.” He muttered to himself as he rushed to get his Rogue’s Attire, changed to Thief with White Mage support and grudgingly pay 300 gil to be returned to Aht Urhgan Whitegate.  Quick dash of Flee to hall of binding and passed the imps he ran to the clearing from before.  Stopping and looking around he found only a locket which appears to belong to the Immolator which he encountered from just moments ago.
“Seems threads of fate have woven a game for both of us,” Akashimo spoke with a rhythm.  He wondered around the area, looking for signs of either his Genbu’s Shield or the Lamia Immolator.   His findings resulted in nothing.  “Perhaps we might meet again, and on better terms.”
A month passed since then, each day he took some time to go to that exact spot, holding the locket in his hand and waited yet it was to no avail.  An hour before he would head to the staging point the Undead Swarm had started its Besieged on Al Zhabi.  “I loathe fighting in there, but something tells me I should go in anyways.”
He ran to the entrance of the gates, the masses of Draugers, Bhoots, Merrow, Lamia, and even Medusa herself came in through.  Among the group he spotted something unusual, a Lamia wielding a Genbu’s Shield.  “Its her!” He thought to rush then and there, but that would only lead to being attacked on, and against Medusa alone at that spot would be most unwise for him.
Taking out the locket he flashed it at the Lamia’s eyes. She looked up and spotted him and with a quick head motion to follow him, as he ran passed the group and down into the moat which provided cover and privacy during these attacks.  Luckily, no one was down there, nor would most go there unless it was to recover.
Just a moment after arriving, the Lamia Immolator had joined him holding his shield to him.  Gratefully he took it to his possession and in return gave her the locket.  Her eyes lit with joy and relief.  “Th..hank…you.” She squeaked shyly.  Akashimo shook his head, “No, thank you for protecting my shield.” He smiled at her then proceeded to ask, “But why?”   She replied, “I…don…umm, unsure… myself.”   They stared at each other, and with a loud blast above ground, the Lamia retreat sound went off.  “Stay safe.” He whispered to her as she Warped herself out.
Unbeknown to the smitten Akashimo, another figure was looking out at in this moist shadowy corridor.  Thankfully it was not an Immortal, nor Serpent General, nor Imperial Guard.  “Well, well, looks like brrrother Akashimo has a crush on the snake ladies.” A playful mithra voice spoke out.
He froze and turned around.  “Hiyas.” She laughed as she approached.  “Nekoai…wha…how long have you been watching?” He asked scared.  If anything itemidated him more than facing Gration or scared him out of his wits as fleeing an army of Vanguard Yagudo in Dynamis Windurst, it was Nekoai when she has something on him.  He stood, petrified and unable to speak, “Well, looks like big brrrootherrr, alrrready knows I got him where I want him.” She giggled.
“Well I’ll spare you this time, if you do me a favor.” Nekoai slyly spoke. Hanging his head in defeat, Akashimo nodded.  “Good brrrother, ok, what I want, is for you to help me get an Oblation Abjuration, from your ‘favorite’ opponent, Ullikummi.”  She showed him a diorite and grinned. “Now.”
“Kite and chi?” He asked.  “Yup.” She laughed as they went through Ro’Maeve together, with Nekoai skipping merrily ahead, Akashimo dragging his feet.
“Oh come on, you know I love coming through here, its more fun than simply porting up from the Hall of Transference.” She laughed.
“Yeah, and you just want me to get attacked on the way just so you can prove you’re the better fighter.” Akashimo replied sarcasticly.
“True, but it’s still fun nonetheless.  Now come on, we’re almost at the fountain.”
A few Sleep and run methods in the Shrine of Ru’Avitau and they were at the north end of Aura Statues room.  “Let’s clear out unless you think you can avoid them spotting you.” The hume spoke, casting Utsusemi: Ni.
“Don’t worrrry, even if I bring a few friends I can just leave the room and come back later.” She laughed.
“So I’d end up being by myself with the infinite Diaga caster?”
“Exactly.”
“Uhg, be grateful that I even managed that first time.”
“I am, by having you do it again.”
“Sis, you’re evil you know that.”
“Awww, sweet nothings aren’t going to get you out of this.”
“….Why me?” He sighed.
“Incoming!” She yelled.  The giant Ullikummi followed Nekoai to their camp and casted a potent Holy on her while at it. “Owwies.”
Akashimo switched to his Wind Staff and casted Gravity followed by Blind on the gigantic golem.  So far it hadn’t resisted them, yet.  While Ullikummi returned with a Banish III, Akashimo casted Bio II and Poison II.  The game had started; two casters, who would outlast the other; one who can stomp the other or the one that can slowly drain away the health of his opponent with Dark and Enfeebling Magics.
Few hours, many Stoneskin and Utsusemi:Ni’s later, the giant falls to the ground by a potent Thunder III.  Upon the remains an Autumnstone, Oblation Abjuration were found.  “There’s your Ambrosia.” Akashimo panted and glared.
“Yay, deals done.  I know nothing of what happened of earlier at the moat.” She laughed using a Scroll of Instant Warp.
“Guess I’ll just save the Autumnstone for later then.” He shrugged before doing the same thing.
Upon arriving back in Northern San d’Oria, he is greated by a familiar face, the wall.  “Home sweet San d’Oria.” He sighed in relief.
“Hey brother the undead is starting another Besieged again!” She yelled into the linkpearl while waiting in Al Zhabi.  “Guess I’ll wait ‘til after this for some tasty Ambrosia.”
“….On my way.”
Just as the battle had started, Akashimo reentered the battle field, going in head strong as White Mage with Dark Knight Support. “Let’s us see how well this Prudence Rod works for me.”
Spotting a Warrior Assault Drauger he charged in with Nekoai.  Casting Banish III and Dia II, they took turns covering for each other. “Ready?” Akashimo asked. Nekoai simply responded with a full blown Dragon Kick. Akashimo followed with Hexa Strike, closing a Light skillchain both casting their fasted spell to magic burst, Nekoai with Cure on the Drauger, and Akashimo with Holy.  Within moments the Drauger falls to the ground.
Before they can pick their next target, a Stun spell hits Akashimo and Sleep II on Nekoai.  It was the Lamia Immolator, the very same one.  She stood there staring at Akashimo then ran to the moat.  Akashimo gave pursuit after casting cure on Nekoai to wake her up.  “You keep fighting, I’m going to follow.” He whispered on their linkshell.
At the moat’s tunnel, the Immolator simply stood there.  “Please…help me.” She whispered.  “What do you mean?” He asked.
“I want to leave this place, these tiresome fights.”
“Why can’t you?”
“If I’m found on Imperial grounds alone the Immortals or Serpent generals would surely finish me…”
“So you want me to take you somewhere where they can’t get to you so easily? No where your Lamian sisters can either?”
All she did was nod.  He stood still, thinking cautiously.  “Only real safe place I can think of… no, that would also bring trouble… yet I’d have to take that chance.”
Looking her in the eyes.  “Prove you’re valor for a resolve.”
She quivered and motioned confushed. “How?”
“Fight for Al Zhabi, maybe they’ll help you if you prove your intentions.”
A silent pause went on between them.
“If I can stay with you after this, I will.”
Akashimo smiled and head back to the battlefield with the Lamia Immolator, “What’s your name?” He asked as they took a stand against an Assault Bhoot. “I don’t have one….” She answered sadly.  “Then I’ll give you the name Liabelle N Yoli.” He told her.  “Liabelle…N. Yoli…” Liabelle whispered, getting used to the sound.
“How you like it?” He asked.
“I think its lovely.” Nekoai interrupted.
“Sis when you?”
“Just now.”
“Oh, Liabelle, Nekoai, Nekoai Liabelle.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Nekoai smiled.
“Thank… you. Nice to meet you too, Nekoai,” Liabelle replied.
“Brrrother I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I hope so too.”
The Undead Swarm retreated, with exception to the formor Lamia Immolator, now Liabelle N Yoli.  Immetitely the Immortals appeared.  Akashimo and Nekoai stood guard between them and Liabelle.  Stoneserpent General Zazarg jumped down.  “That’s enough you Immortals.  In case you didn’t noticed in the heat of battle, this lassy Lamia stood in defense for Al Zhabi, so lets hear her out before skinning her as a new belt!” The galka general laughed.
The Immortals stood there hand to weapon.  “Let’s hear this and be done with.” One of them spoke.  Liabelle moved forth and spoke with scared and shy voice, “My..name…my name is now Liabelle N Yoli…. I want… I want to fight for Al Zhabi and with Akashimo…”
Zazarg bursted out laughing as he does before the battle begins.  “Well now I’ve seen everything, a Lamia with a real name and wants to be on our side.”
The Immortals looked to each other and mumbled some things unheard.  Within a few moments they removed their hands from their swords and approached.  “Very well, you will follow us.  All three of you.” The leader of the group spoke.
The three nodded and followed the two Immortals and Zazarg. They arrived in the Imperial Palace.  “Guards, Zazarg stay here and watch them.” The Immortals spoke before entering the palace.
Moments passed, the outside group was getting restless, at the same time, the two guards akward from seeing a Lamia on such friendly terms.
“Uhg, its just as long as anything in Bastok to get approved or done with here.” Nekoai complained.
Both Akashimo and Zazarg, “Agreed.”
“Why did you leave Bastok anyways brrrother?” Nekoai asked.
“I felt I’d find a challenge if I took up a sword for San d’Oria and trained with both the Temple and Royal Knights.
“If you wanted challenge to fight you should have joined me here sooner, those knights know nothing to these savage battles.” Boasted Zazarg.
“True, but I honestly enjoyed the missions I carried out for San d’Oria compared to Bastok’s.”
“Yeah, but we somehow got the same missions when it came to Jeuno , the magicite, and even the Shadow Lord.” Nekoai stated.
“Yeah, it’s like all of those mission we were just strung along.”
“Then right even it seems like we won, the Archduke popped up.”
“My blood still boils to how he played all of the allied nations like that for so long.”
“Yeah, but his older little brother makes my tail fur stand on ends thinking about what would have happened…” Nekoai spoke solemnly.
“Face it, where people exist there will always be conflict, best we can do, pick battles that wouldn’t be for shallow causes.”
“Brrrother, it’s that reason wasn’t it.”
“No, just wanted space from a nagging sister.”
“Why you!” She hissed about to Dragon Kick Akashimo.
“Run away!” Akashimo meeped casting Blink that took the force of the blow.
“…I hate it when you do that.”
“Same for you Hot Fisted Nanashi.”
“Bhwahaha, so you’re Hot Fisted Nanashi?” Zazarg interrupted.
“Damn it Aka, I told you not to say that name around others!”
“To think that’s how Nanashi got her name.”
“Actually, Hot Fisted Nanashi was her mother’s original name, Nekoai just inherited it after learning Assauran Fists.  But the meaning is just the same, both had hot tempers.” Akashimo corrected.
Interrupting the festivities, an Immortal arrived.  “The manner concerning Liabelle N Yoli has been decided as follows.  Liabelle is given the following options to choice on site. One, leave Aht Urghan for the middle lands and never return. Two, become a citizen of Aht Urhgan or any developed nation that is recognized by the Empire and become a mercenary under the Salaheem Sentinels. Three, forfit your life you’re if unable to accomplish one or two. Make your choice now, lamia.”
“I pick two.” Liabelle spoke.
“You have until tomorrow to either come back as an official mercenary, or never tread on Empire territory.  Mercenaries Akashimo and Nekoai, you are ordered to bring her to a nation to gain citizenship or execute her on site. Dissmissed.”
Without noticed Zazarg had already left to his post.  “Well, let’s head for Mhuara and make our choices from there.” Akashimo spoke, leading the group to the southern port.
Needless to say, going through the crowd casually like this wasn’t anything short of easy.  Many stares and questions came along as they went passed.
Getting on the boat was out of the question now as well.  For Liabelle needed a permit such as Nekoai and Akashimo had obtain from the Tenshodo.  So they go for the next best option, three Imperial Silver pieces to Kaduru-Haiduru.
The mastery of warp giving tarutaru, “Very well, choice your destination.”
Akashimo spoke for the group, “All three of us, Kingdom of San d’Oria if you will oh master of magic and teleportation.”
“I see you have brought me my Imperial silver pieces. Your tribute has bought a first-class ticket to the Kingdom of San d'Oria! Prepare yourselves for the height of teleportation excellence!”
With a simple cast, the three vanished from the spot and reappeared in the arch of the West Gate within Southern San d’Oria.  At the same time, panic rose with the figure of Liabelle in the San d’Orian borders.
“Quite naives! Dispite appearances, she holds honor and chivalry that rivals each your own!” Akashimo yelled at the now silent and shocked crowded.  However things already hit the high point with the Temple Knights arriving.  “Sir Akashimo I trust you have good reason for this, display of yours?” Curilla questioned.  “Yes, I’ll explain everything in detailed, but first can we at least go somewhere less open?” Akashimo replied.
“There he goes again, drooling over sword lady,” Nekoai muttered to herself.
Rellocating to Chateau d’Oraguille, in the throne room with King Destin, both princes Trion and Pieuje, princess Claidie, Halaver, Rahal and Curilla.  The air was cut thick with tension and both Trion and Curilla kept a sharp stare at Liabelle.
“Akashimo, you have served this kingdom beyond compare, but this action is so unusual.  I trust you have a good reason.” Destin spoke.
Kneeling Akashimo answered, “Aye m’lord, Liabelle N Yoli is the sole reason.  She holds a heart great as any citizen of this Kingdom and the mettle of any knight.”
Passing through a few moments, the details of everything from his arrival to Arrapago Reef to the choices given by the Immortal, every detail.
“Sire, I would not make such a decision to bring her within San d’Orian borders so rashly without believing in and knowing the true nature of Liabelle.  I beg the kingdom to make her a citizen, same as me.  After all both she and I came here with little but our words and I’ve proven mine time and time again.  Would you grant the same for her?”
Akashimo kept still, Liabelle blushed at what he said about her.
“Very well then, if no objections from those present, I will allow Liabelle N Yoli to become a full citizen of San d’Oria.”
While no audiable arguments were made, Trion and his brother felt uneasy for such a being to be granted such status.
“Halver, inform the knights and citizens. Liabelle, may this kingdom look forward to your deeds.” Destin spoke.
“Thank you sire.” Akashimo and Liabelle spoke in unison.
Within hours Akashimo was in his mog house resting on his chocobo beeding.  Liabelle had gone to explore the Kingdom.  Though it was official she is of San d’Oria now, that didn’t stop the unsual looks and glares at her.  “Don’t worry, they’ll get used to’ya.  Brrrother said he got looks like that when he became a San d’Orian.”
“I hope you’re right…” Liabelle spoke as they came upon the Cathedral.
“So have you chosen to become blessed by the Light of Altana?” one of the squires spoke, approaching the two ladies.
“Yes, I wish to.” She announced.
“That’a girrrl,” Nekoai smiled.  “Heh, figures he chose this nation, if she goes through a baptism, it’ll be instance status up from glares.” She thought to herself.
Next day they travelled to the Dutchy of Jeuno and quickly, obtained Liabelle a membership of the Tenshodo, barge permit for Aht Urhgan, Airship pass to the three nations and Kazham.  Needless to say, after fighting for a coffer key, three dungeon chest keys, and doing odd jobs for the Ducial Guard the trio became exhausted.
“Who knew how long ago since we did this for ourselves.” Nekoai moaned, starring into the sky from atop of Ru’Lude Gardens.
“Yeah, but that just makes it easier the second time.” Akashimo laughed.
“These lands are so filled with life and peace, so unlike Arrapago Reef and Al Zhabi…” Liabelle spoke.
“Aye, it’s the work of adventurers these days that kept this from reaching to the point of another crystal war. And now you’re one of us in this.” Akashimo cheered.
“Yeah! We’re the Teaming Trio!” Nekoai shouted giving a cheesy stance, leaving the other two to sigh, “We so don’t know you.”
“Aww come on, you know it was cool.” Nekoai pouted.
“Sure when we were kids in Bastok Mines, but not here in this luxurious palace.”
“Hmmph.  You liked it didn’t you Liabelle?” Nekoai grabbed Liabelle’s hands and looked her cutely in the eyes.
“Well, I guess soo…”
“Waahoo! See brrrother, real adventures know taste!” Nekoai teased.
“Oh hush,” Akashimo huffed.
Raka Maimhov and Clearite joined the group.  “Akashimo its been soooo long!” Raka exclaimed leaping at him for a hug.
“Pleasure to see you again Lady Nekoai Nanashi,” Clearite greeted Nekoai.
“Raka, Clearite, meet Liabelle N Yoli.  Liabelle, meet Raka Maimhov and Clearite.”
“Sooo cool!” Raka giggled joyfully as she circled around Liabelle.
“Nice to meet you.” Both Liabelle and Clearite said in unison bowing to each other.
“Is it me or are those two manners the same?” Raka asked Akashimo.
“You noticed two eh?”
“Well now we got that done, let’s have some fun!  There’s a sword with my name on it waiting for us in Sea Serpent Grotto!”
“Not if I win the lot Aka!” Nekoai teased.
“Hey, you got the last item we competed for!”
“That’s cause you fell face first after I flipped Raka’s skirt.”
“Why you!” Akashimo enraged chased the laughing Nekoai.
The remaining three sighed at the sight.
“It always happens.” Raka said sadly.

Description
An Unlikely Red String
A Final Fantasy XI Fan-fic
By: Akashimo Hakubi, Akashimo of Seraph.

Months passed after settling into the life of a mercenary, at the same time, spying for the Allied Nations of Altana, Akashimo stared into the North-Eastern skies.  He felt something longing towards the feared Arrapago Reef.  He’s visited that place often as a Thief to sneak in and free the captured Serpant Generals after Besieged.  That place may be easy to hide from the undead with supporting white magic of his White Mage, or the ninjutsu of his Ninja training, but it still gives him shivers each time setting foot there.  Imps on the other hand, the cowardly demons unlike their Demon cousins in Xarcabard, Kindred trapped in Dynamis, or Tauri that inhabit sealed off Tavnazian  structures.  Cowardly the Imps may be, they can see the tricks of invisible and sneak and many times almost finished Akashimo.
Sighing, he walked to gain Sanction with a Refreshing effect and changed to his Red Mage attire.  Justice Sword to his side and Genbu’s Shield on his arm, his prized pieces when going alone.  A scorpion harness, relic of the Duelist Gloves and Tights, with Errant clogs, carrying a Warwolf Belt, Moldyvite Earring, Evasion Torque, finishing his attire, the prized item to all Red Mages, Warlocks Chapeau. Another earring to his left ear, from his battle against all five Ark Angels at once, a Supponomini, a ring from Cardinal M* after defeating and averting the Twilight God, Promathia from setting foot on Vana’diel, the Raja’s ring dawned his left hand.
Indeed, he has well traveled and most of the deeds that he’s done go unspoken, but its better that way, for fame always leaves one without a sense of self space.  To the Hall of Binding he arrived, acquiring a Runic Portal permit, he set for the Ilrusi Isle staging point.  Upon arriving he nodded to a familiar Immortal from many Assaults he’s gone here with fellow adventurers who’ve also become mercanies in the Aht Urhgan lands.
Once out of the protection of the staging point, he casted Refresh, Protect, Shell, Stoneskin, Phalanx, Sneak and Blink.  Subjob of choice today is Black Mage for a quick escape if needed.  Though he rather not have to pay the recruiter in  San d’Oria another 300 gil for the rest of the day, the hume would take that lesser of two evils.
In luck Akashimo is today, the three Imps that portal the yonder of the Staging Point weren’t in his direct path.  A quick use of Sprinter’s Shoes and out of the caverns and out of their lair of casting he has adverted one predictable trouble.
Now begins the journey.  The land was filled with the air of the undead, a cold salty wind, and the eeriness of a Dark Elemental roams this area.  But why has Akashimo suddenly had an urge to come to this lair of many unlucky peoples’ doom.   Perhaps it was an unusual place to roam compared to idly walking in laps at Whitegate, or maybe the voices or Altana and Promathia urged him here.
“Well no point in just thinking about it.  Lets roam about freely for a change.” Akashimo breathed aloud.   There were many ships in ruined, occupying them were the undead Draugers, a skeleton ghoul of sorts.  But nay, not like the simple Black Mage and Warrior ones that roam the middle lands of his home.  These are souls laid in charm by the Lamia and Merrow.  “Oh what faith weaves for these souls to be taken in so easily.”  Merrow Chanter was near by, though not facing, Akashimo was quick to cast Invisible on himself and run pasted the series of ships.  Reapplying his enhancing spells every so often and taking more cautious routes than be on his Thief, had lead him to what appears to be a clearing with a view of the orange rising sun to the East, with setting grey moon of Darksday to the west.
Time seemed to stand still as he watched the light of the sun, obscured by the dense fog and darkness of this undead nest.  Warm it was and relaxing, to him, and mysterious figure that watches him closely.  He started to doze off with the distance scenery, light glowing through the thickets of fog and clouds.  That moment the figure took a spot next to him, curious as to why he would just sit there like that and stare into the distance.
Startled he jumped to his feet and senses.  This figure was a highly curious Lamia Immolator had joined him.  Oddly, unlike her sisters that roam the Reef or take part of Besieged she had not attacked him.  “No need to rush for weapons or fly out,” He thought to himself.  Both of them started at each other for a while until the silence was broken by Lamia No. 19 starting to cast Flare on Akashimo.  In a haste,  Akashimo casted Warp on himself, but just as the spell went off his Genbu’s shield fell to the cold ground and was left behind.
“Damn it! How could I let that drop so carelessly?” He yelled at the wall facing him in Northern San d’Oria.  His home point is set that he’s face-to-face against the closest wall where the Home Point crystal is at.  “I better quickly change to thief, go in and Teleport out of there.” He muttered to himself as he rushed to get his Rogue’s Attire, changed to Thief with White Mage support and grudgingly pay 300 gil to be returned to Aht Urhgan Whitegate.  Quick dash of Flee to hall of binding and passed the imps he ran to the clearing from before.  Stopping and looking around he found only a locket which appears to belong to the Immolator which he encountered from just moments ago.
“Seems threads of fate have woven a game for both of us,” Akashimo spoke with a rhythm.  He wondered around the area, looking for signs of either his Genbu’s Shield or the Lamia Immolator.   His findings resulted in nothing.  “Perhaps we might meet again, and on better terms.”
A month passed since then, each day he took some time to go to that exact spot, holding the locket in his hand and waited yet it was to no avail.  An hour before he would head to the staging point the Undead Swarm had started its Besieged on Al Zhabi.  “I loathe fighting in there, but something tells me I should go in anyways.”
He ran to the entrance of the gates, the masses of Draugers, Bhoots, Merrow, Lamia, and even Medusa herself came in through.  Among the group he spotted something unusual, a Lamia wielding a Genbu’s Shield.  “Its her!” He thought to rush then and there, but that would only lead to being attacked on, and against Medusa alone at that spot would be most unwise for him.
Taking out the locket he flashed it at the Lamia’s eyes. She looked up and spotted him and with a quick head motion to follow him, as he ran passed the group and down into the moat which provided cover and privacy during these attacks.  Luckily, no one was down there, nor would most go there unless it was to recover.
Just a moment after arriving, the Lamia Immolator had joined him holding his shield to him.  Gratefully he took it to his possession and in return gave her the locket.  Her eyes lit with joy and relief.  “Th..hank…you.” She squeaked shyly.  Akashimo shook his head, “No, thank you for protecting my shield.” He smiled at her then proceeded to ask, “But why?”   She replied, “I…don…umm, unsure… myself.”   They stared at each other, and with a loud blast above ground, the Lamia retreat sound went off.  “Stay safe.” He whispered to her as she Warped herself out.
Unbeknown to the smitten Akashimo, another figure was looking out at in this moist shadowy corridor.  Thankfully it was not an Immortal, nor Serpent General, nor Imperial Guard.  “Well, well, looks like brrrother Akashimo has a crush on the snake ladies.” A playful mithra voice spoke out.
He froze and turned around.  “Hiyas.” She laughed as she approached.  “Nekoai…wha…how long have you been watching?” He asked scared.  If anything itemidated him more than facing Gration or scared him out of his wits as fleeing an army of Vanguard Yagudo in Dynamis Windurst, it was Nekoai when she has something on him.  He stood, petrified and unable to speak, “Well, looks like big brrrootherrr, alrrready knows I got him where I want him.” She giggled.
“Well I’ll spare you this time, if you do me a favor.” Nekoai slyly spoke. Hanging his head in defeat, Akashimo nodded.  “Good brrrother, ok, what I want, is for you to help me get an Oblation Abjuration, from your ‘favorite’ opponent, Ullikummi.”  She showed him a diorite and grinned. “Now.”
“Kite and chi?” He asked.  “Yup.” She laughed as they went through Ro’Maeve together, with Nekoai skipping merrily ahead, Akashimo dragging his feet.
“Oh come on, you know I love coming through here, its more fun than simply porting up from the Hall of Transference.” She laughed.
“Yeah, and you just want me to get attacked on the way just so you can prove you’re the better fighter.” Akashimo replied sarcasticly.
“True, but it’s still fun nonetheless.  Now come on, we’re almost at the fountain.”
A few Sleep and run methods in the Shrine of Ru’Avitau and they were at the north end of Aura Statues room.  “Let’s clear out unless you think you can avoid them spotting you.” The hume spoke, casting Utsusemi: Ni.
“Don’t worrrry, even if I bring a few friends I can just leave the room and come back later.” She laughed.
“So I’d end up being by myself with the infinite Diaga caster?”
“Exactly.”
“Uhg, be grateful that I even managed that first time.”
“I am, by having you do it again.”
“Sis, you’re evil you know that.”
“Awww, sweet nothings aren’t going to get you out of this.”
“….Why me?” He sighed.
“Incoming!” She yelled.  The giant Ullikummi followed Nekoai to their camp and casted a potent Holy on her while at it. “Owwies.”
Akashimo switched to his Wind Staff and casted Gravity followed by Blind on the gigantic golem.  So far it hadn’t resisted them, yet.  While Ullikummi returned with a Banish III, Akashimo casted Bio II and Poison II.  The game had started; two casters, who would outlast the other; one who can stomp the other or the one that can slowly drain away the health of his opponent with Dark and Enfeebling Magics.
Few hours, many Stoneskin and Utsusemi:Ni’s later, the giant falls to the ground by a potent Thunder III.  Upon the remains an Autumnstone, Oblation Abjuration were found.  “There’s your Ambrosia.” Akashimo panted and glared.
“Yay, deals done.  I know nothing of what happened of earlier at the moat.” She laughed using a Scroll of Instant Warp.
“Guess I’ll just save the Autumnstone for later then.” He shrugged before doing the same thing.
Upon arriving back in Northern San d’Oria, he is greated by a familiar face, the wall.  “Home sweet San d’Oria.” He sighed in relief.
“Hey brother the undead is starting another Besieged again!” She yelled into the linkpearl while waiting in Al Zhabi.  “Guess I’ll wait ‘til after this for some tasty Ambrosia.”
“….On my way.”
Just as the battle had started, Akashimo reentered the battle field, going in head strong as White Mage with Dark Knight Support. “Let’s us see how well this Prudence Rod works for me.”
Spotting a Warrior Assault Drauger he charged in with Nekoai.  Casting Banish III and Dia II, they took turns covering for each other. “Ready?” Akashimo asked. Nekoai simply responded with a full blown Dragon Kick. Akashimo followed with Hexa Strike, closing a Light skillchain both casting their fasted spell to magic burst, Nekoai with Cure on the Drauger, and Akashimo with Holy.  Within moments the Drauger falls to the ground.
Before they can pick their next target, a Stun spell hits Akashimo and Sleep II on Nekoai.  It was the Lamia Immolator, the very same one.  She stood there staring at Akashimo then ran to the moat.  Akashimo gave pursuit after casting cure on Nekoai to wake her up.  “You keep fighting, I’m going to follow.” He whispered on their linkshell.
At the moat’s tunnel, the Immolator simply stood there.  “Please…help me.” She whispered.  “What do you mean?” He asked.
“I want to leave this place, these tiresome fights.”
“Why can’t you?”
“If I’m found on Imperial grounds alone the Immortals or Serpent generals would surely finish me…”
“So you want me to take you somewhere where they can’t get to you so easily? No where your Lamian sisters can either?”
All she did was nod.  He stood still, thinking cautiously.  “Only real safe place I can think of… no, that would also bring trouble… yet I’d have to take that chance.”
Looking her in the eyes.  “Prove you’re valor for a resolve.”
She quivered and motioned confushed. “How?”
“Fight for Al Zhabi, maybe they’ll help you if you prove your intentions.”
A silent pause went on between them.
“If I can stay with you after this, I will.”
Akashimo smiled and head back to the battlefield with the Lamia Immolator, “What’s your name?” He asked as they took a stand against an Assault Bhoot. “I don’t have one….” She answered sadly.  “Then I’ll give you the name Liabelle N Yoli.” He told her.  “Liabelle…N. Yoli…” Liabelle whispered, getting used to the sound.
“How you like it?” He asked.
“I think its lovely.” Nekoai interrupted.
“Sis when you?”
“Just now.”
“Oh, Liabelle, Nekoai, Nekoai Liabelle.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Nekoai smiled.
“Thank… you. Nice to meet you too, Nekoai,” Liabelle replied.
“Brrrother I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I hope so too.”
The Undead Swarm retreated, with exception to the formor Lamia Immolator, now Liabelle N Yoli.  Immetitely the Immortals appeared.  Akashimo and Nekoai stood guard between them and Liabelle.  Stoneserpent General Zazarg jumped down.  “That’s enough you Immortals.  In case you didn’t noticed in the heat of battle, this lassy Lamia stood in defense for Al Zhabi, so lets hear her out before skinning her as a new belt!” The galka general laughed.
The Immortals stood there hand to weapon.  “Let’s hear this and be done with.” One of them spoke.  Liabelle moved forth and spoke with scared and shy voice, “My..name…my name is now Liabelle N Yoli…. I want… I want to fight for Al Zhabi and with Akashimo…”
Zazarg bursted out laughing as he does before the battle begins.  “Well now I’ve seen everything, a Lamia with a real name and wants to be on our side.”
The Immortals looked to each other and mumbled some things unheard.  Within a few moments they removed their hands from their swords and approached.  “Very well, you will follow us.  All three of you.” The leader of the group spoke.
The three nodded and followed the two Immortals and Zazarg. They arrived in the Imperial Palace.  “Guards, Zazarg stay here and watch them.” The Immortals spoke before entering the palace.
Moments passed, the outside group was getting restless, at the same time, the two guards akward from seeing a Lamia on such friendly terms.
“Uhg, its just as long as anything in Bastok to get approved or done with here.” Nekoai complained.
Both Akashimo and Zazarg, “Agreed.”
“Why did you leave Bastok anyways brrrother?” Nekoai asked.
“I felt I’d find a challenge if I took up a sword for San d’Oria and trained with both the Temple and Royal Knights.
“If you wanted challenge to fight you should have joined me here sooner, those knights know nothing to these savage battles.” Boasted Zazarg.
“True, but I honestly enjoyed the missions I carried out for San d’Oria compared to Bastok’s.”
“Yeah, but we somehow got the same missions when it came to Jeuno , the magicite, and even the Shadow Lord.” Nekoai stated.
“Yeah, it’s like all of those mission we were just strung along.”
“Then right even it seems like we won, the Archduke popped up.”
“My blood still boils to how he played all of the allied nations like that for so long.”
“Yeah, but his older little brother makes my tail fur stand on ends thinking about what would have happened…” Nekoai spoke solemnly.
“Face it, where people exist there will always be conflict, best we can do, pick battles that wouldn’t be for shallow causes.”
“Brrrother, it’s that reason wasn’t it.”
“No, just wanted space from a nagging sister.”
“Why you!” She hissed about to Dragon Kick Akashimo.
“Run away!” Akashimo meeped casting Blink that took the force of the blow.
“…I hate it when you do that.”
“Same for you Hot Fisted Nanashi.”
“Bhwahaha, so you’re Hot Fisted Nanashi?” Zazarg interrupted.
“Damn it Aka, I told you not to say that name around others!”
“To think that’s how Nanashi got her name.”
“Actually, Hot Fisted Nanashi was her mother’s original name, Nekoai just inherited it after learning Assauran Fists.  But the meaning is just the same, both had hot tempers.” Akashimo corrected.
Interrupting the festivities, an Immortal arrived.  “The manner concerning Liabelle N Yoli has been decided as follows.  Liabelle is given the following options to choice on site. One, leave Aht Urghan for the middle lands and never return. Two, become a citizen of Aht Urhgan or any developed nation that is recognized by the Empire and become a mercenary under the Salaheem Sentinels. Three, forfit your life you’re if unable to accomplish one or two. Make your choice now, lamia.”
“I pick two.” Liabelle spoke.
“You have until tomorrow to either come back as an official mercenary, or never tread on Empire territory.  Mercenaries Akashimo and Nekoai, you are ordered to bring her to a nation to gain citizenship or execute her on site. Dissmissed.”
Without noticed Zazarg had already left to his post.  “Well, let’s head for Mhuara and make our choices from there.” Akashimo spoke, leading the group to the southern port.
Needless to say, going through the crowd casually like this wasn’t anything short of easy.  Many stares and questions came along as they went passed.
Getting on the boat was out of the question now as well.  For Liabelle needed a permit such as Nekoai and Akashimo had obtain from the Tenshodo.  So they go for the next best option, three Imperial Silver pieces to Kaduru-Haiduru.
The mastery of warp giving tarutaru, “Very well, choice your destination.”
Akashimo spoke for the group, “All three of us, Kingdom of San d’Oria if you will oh master of magic and teleportation.”
“I see you have brought me my Imperial silver pieces. Your tribute has bought a first-class ticket to the Kingdom of San d'Oria! Prepare yourselves for the height of teleportation excellence!”
With a simple cast, the three vanished from the spot and reappeared in the arch of the West Gate within Southern San d’Oria.  At the same time, panic rose with the figure of Liabelle in the San d’Orian borders.
“Quite naives! Dispite appearances, she holds honor and chivalry that rivals each your own!” Akashimo yelled at the now silent and shocked crowded.  However things already hit the high point with the Temple Knights arriving.  “Sir Akashimo I trust you have good reason for this, display of yours?” Curilla questioned.  “Yes, I’ll explain everything in detailed, but first can we at least go somewhere less open?” Akashimo replied.
“There he goes again, drooling over sword lady,” Nekoai muttered to herself.
Rellocating to Chateau d’Oraguille, in the throne room with King Destin, both princes Trion and Pieuje, princess Claidie, Halaver, Rahal and Curilla.  The air was cut thick with tension and both Trion and Curilla kept a sharp stare at Liabelle.
“Akashimo, you have served this kingdom beyond compare, but this action is so unusual.  I trust you have a good reason.” Destin spoke.
Kneeling Akashimo answered, “Aye m’lord, Liabelle N Yoli is the sole reason.  She holds a heart great as any citizen of this Kingdom and the mettle of any knight.”
Passing through a few moments, the details of everything from his arrival to Arrapago Reef to the choices given by the Immortal, every detail.
“Sire, I would not make such a decision to bring her within San d’Orian borders so rashly without believing in and knowing the true nature of Liabelle.  I beg the kingdom to make her a citizen, same as me.  After all both she and I came here with little but our words and I’ve proven mine time and time again.  Would you grant the same for her?”
Akashimo kept still, Liabelle blushed at what he said about her.
“Very well then, if no objections from those present, I will allow Liabelle N Yoli to become a full citizen of San d’Oria.”
While no audiable arguments were made, Trion and his brother felt uneasy for such a being to be granted such status.
“Halver, inform the knights and citizens. Liabelle, may this kingdom look forward to your deeds.” Destin spoke.
“Thank you sire.” Akashimo and Liabelle spoke in unison.
Within hours Akashimo was in his mog house resting on his chocobo beeding.  Liabelle had gone to explore the Kingdom.  Though it was official she is of San d’Oria now, that didn’t stop the unsual looks and glares at her.  “Don’t worry, they’ll get used to’ya.  Brrrother said he got looks like that when he became a San d’Orian.”
“I hope you’re right…” Liabelle spoke as they came upon the Cathedral.
“So have you chosen to become blessed by the Light of Altana?” one of the squires spoke, approaching the two ladies.
“Yes, I wish to.” She announced.
“That’a girrrl,” Nekoai smiled.  “Heh, figures he chose this nation, if she goes through a baptism, it’ll be instance status up from glares.” She thought to herself.
Next day they travelled to the Dutchy of Jeuno and quickly, obtained Liabelle a membership of the Tenshodo, barge permit for Aht Urhgan, Airship pass to the three nations and Kazham.  Needless to say, after fighting for a coffer key, three dungeon chest keys, and doing odd jobs for the Ducial Guard the trio became exhausted.
“Who knew how long ago since we did this for ourselves.” Nekoai moaned, starring into the sky from atop of Ru’Lude Gardens.
“Yeah, but that just makes it easier the second time.” Akashimo laughed.
“These lands are so filled with life and peace, so unlike Arrapago Reef and Al Zhabi…” Liabelle spoke.
“Aye, it’s the work of adventurers these days that kept this from reaching to the point of another crystal war. And now you’re one of us in this.” Akashimo cheered.
“Yeah! We’re the Teaming Trio!” Nekoai shouted giving a cheesy stance, leaving the other two to sigh, “We so don’t know you.”
“Aww come on, you know it was cool.” Nekoai pouted.
“Sure when we were kids in Bastok Mines, but not here in this luxurious palace.”
“Hmmph.  You liked it didn’t you Liabelle?” Nekoai grabbed Liabelle’s hands and looked her cutely in the eyes.
“Well, I guess soo…”
“Waahoo! See brrrother, real adventures know taste!” Nekoai teased.
“Oh hush,” Akashimo huffed.
Raka Maimhov and Clearite joined the group.  “Akashimo its been soooo long!” Raka exclaimed leaping at him for a hug.
“Pleasure to see you again Lady Nekoai Nanashi,” Clearite greeted Nekoai.
“Raka, Clearite, meet Liabelle N Yoli.  Liabelle, meet Raka Maimhov and Clearite.”
“Sooo cool!” Raka giggled joyfully as she circled around Liabelle.
“Nice to meet you.” Both Liabelle and Clearite said in unison bowing to each other.
“Is it me or are those two manners the same?” Raka asked Akashimo.
“You noticed two eh?”
“Well now we got that done, let’s have some fun!  There’s a sword with my name on it waiting for us in Sea Serpent Grotto!”
“Not if I win the lot Aka!” Nekoai teased.
“Hey, you got the last item we competed for!”
“That’s cause you fell face first after I flipped Raka’s skirt.”
“Why you!” Akashimo enraged chased the laughing Nekoai.
The remaining three sighed at the sight.
“It always happens.” Raka said sadly.