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As war looms on the horizon, the mighty Archadian Empure begins a campaign to subjugate its neighbors. The small kingdom of Dalmasca shares their fate, and it is here that our tale begins. Two years after the fate of Dalmasca, the citizens are without guidance and direction. In the captain city of Rabanastre, the people gather and await the appointment of the new consul from Archadia. To Vaan, a young man living on the streets of Rabanastre, the Empire is a hated enemy who took the life of his brother, the only family he had left. In an effort to extract revenge, Vaan hatches a plot to break into the palace and steal the occupying Imperials. In the events that follow, Vaan gets rather more than he bargained for when he runs into Princess Ashe, sole surviving heir to the Dalmascan throne. Together, the two will embark on an incredible journey through Ivalice, tracing the mysteries behind the Archadian Empire's invasion. The choices they make will determine the very fate of the world.
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An ancient kingdom with a noble history, Dalmasca arose in the time of B'nargin, second son of King Raithwall, the Dynast-King. The Dusk Shard, a relic left by King Raithwall, is passed down from generation to generation within the family, as a symbol of their unbroken bloodline.
The kingdom spans the Galtean Peninsula, and, being situated at the meeting point of the continents of Valendia, Ordalia and Kerwan, thrives as a vital centre of trade. Dalmasca enjoys friendly relations with the neighbouring Kingdom of Nabradia, whose rulers also descend from the Dynast-King.
Though Dalmasca had remained independent for over three centuries, the threat of Archadian aggression forces Dalmasca to enter into a treaty of mutual protection with Nabradia. When Nabradia is invaded, Dalmasca has no choice but to enter the war, and is quickly defeated by the overwhelming power of the Archadian Empire.
The King of Dalmasca is assassinated shortly before a peace treaty can be signed, and, without a lawful successor to accede to the throne, the Kingdom falls under the dominion of the Archadian Empire.
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Great Ivalice War « Result #2 on Feb 13, 2007, 3:38pm »
Name of website: Great Ivalice War Username: Sirio Margrace Genre: Final Fantasy XII roleplay forum Url of Site/Forum: http://ivalice483.proboards57.com/ Affiliate Banner: Referral: Proboards support Description: This is basically an FFXII roleplay site set during the events of FFXII. I made boards for just about every part of Ivalice. I just made this site three days ago, and spent the better part of those three days putting it together. Additional Comments: It has Archades wallpaper!
Re: Old House « Result #3 on Jan 22, 2007, 8:49pm »
"I don't care if there is one, or fifty. My thumb remains the same, and so does it's ruling." Keibo hissed every word clearly so that even the Moogles could understand her. She hated them. Every. Single. One. "And you know what, that Bunny is now no longer a worry. Guess what twit, I'm your concern now."
Keibo took her strides, her feet making no more noise than a great cat*, let her daggers glide, dance and twirl about her fingers. Her eyes sparked wildly, the moon's gazed boiling about her from. She didn't have her 'other' dressphere on, but she didn't need it to pumel up and hang yet another moogle. So what- what was the worse he could do? Scratch up a screw or something? She never liked philips. She was a flat-head fan, and thus, he wouldn't make a scratch on her.
Or, at least she hoped. She wasn't going to go through life with a freakin' scar from a moogle. Not from a race so 'High and Mighty', not from anyone who thinks they can get away with being fuzzy. Keibo's old and half-buried fury was sapped from the old hanging place. Her daggers were poised. She just waited for that little creep to mov toward her. Just. Waiting.
Re: Old House « Result #4 on Jan 22, 2007, 8:36pm »
"That's not the issue at hand now..." Raz hissed back as he took out his own weapon. His 'Phillips Shock sticks' which was basically two Phillips screw drivers with little generators in the handle that sent electricity through the metal part. A weapon of his own creation and one he was quite proud of. The best part was, unless you held the tools close to each other to generate sparks in between, the negative charge was completely invisible and looked like common place tools.
"You insulted my race..." Raz was very proud of being a moogle and defensive of all of his people. "Do you see me going around insulting humes? Don't think you go around insulting moogles because we are a minority."
Re: Old House « Result #5 on Jan 22, 2007, 8:04pm »
"Yeah, I did." She hissed. She wasn't playing. "And, as I said, they can't go in alone. Someone who got them in, would control them. Stupid. Besides, even the Vierra cannot fight off an entire inn of thieves, outlaws, and the like. Mages are there too, and not to mention, the house itself has it's own magery in it's walls. without your consent, hands are off, even if the gloves are too."
Keibo leaped down from the tree, landing without noise. She raised her form from a Spider-man squat, stading with her daggers in her left hand behind her. The eyes in her skull swirled their green, churning it into a dark blue, almsot black. They sparked with a bright orange, then settled in their darker blues. She breathed heavily from her nose, as if smoke would come from her nostrils. From a Moogle perspective, she was not the mostner to mess. All she needed were fangs.
Re: Old House « Result #6 on Jan 22, 2007, 7:50pm »
"Aye!! FIRST of all....Do you honestly think that a viera is going to go by the code? The ones that actually leave their wood work in bug groups and samurai!!! Almost ALL of them are in the police force! They have a thing called backup." Raz continued on a sarcastic note,"Oh yeh, let 'er challenge me I don't care." He restored his seriousness, "One little blow of a whistle and we're drowning in guards and- Hey............" Raz finally hesitated and made a break in his defensive rant.
Joined: Nov 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 52 Karma: 1
Re: Old House « Result #7 on Jan 17, 2007, 6:16pm »
"The Inn." She recited, pausing a moment. He couldn't mean the inn. She looked at him closely, and then she knew. Focusing, she could smell that welcoming scent of Sharlmira's Inn. In common, the name was translated to 'comfort' or 'protection'. The name was well suited for it's guests. "A Samurai Bunny, eh? Foolish of you. You were safe where you were. If that was truely the circumstance, what drove you to run? You were protected by the code, if you speak the truth. Now that you have run from it, if she decides to come after you, you're doomed."
She laid back, a smile growing upon her. The thief's thoughts now flowed out of her mouth.
"Then again, let her come. That'll be fun to see a Bunny waster her energy on a stupid Moogle. It'll be a good show. Might as well cover yourself with carrot leaves so that she can actually find you. No need to deprive me of some worth-while entertainment."
Re: Old House « Result #8 on Jan 17, 2007, 5:48pm »
"Hey!" Raz snapped, his angry side now beginning to inch its way out of his brain, "I didn't say was gonna be rummaging through anyone's belongings! Heck! I didn't even say I was gonna stay here! Have some courtesy, I justed crashed into a tree for cryin' out loud!!"
Raz gestured dramatically at his outburst.
"And DON'T even think of criticizing me for crashing into a tree! You would have a hard time paying attention too if you were running away from the inn, where a samurai viera just happened to walk in."
Joined: Nov 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 52 Karma: 1
Re: Old House « Result #9 on Jan 17, 2007, 5:08pm »
Keibo looked down, her scowl in full bloom. She raised her brow to the sight of a moogle, and then turned away. He probably saw her in the guild- he seemed to be a thief like herself. Uck, what a comparison. A moogle to herself...she wouldn't be saying that again any time soon.
"That's nice. Now it's bad enough I have one person snooping around my house, I don't need a moogle to come and rummage through my belongings."
She was silent a moment, and she could hear the clock ticking in her pocket. It was starting to drive her crazy. Nonetheless, she would wait until she could sell it. Besides, it kinda reminded her of the good times...in an odd way. To drown it out, she spoke again.
"What are you still standing there for? Don't either of you think I'm just gonna waste my time on making you tea or anything. Get away from my house, out of my wood, and go bother some Dalmascan Guard or something. He'll show the both of you a good place to stay."
Joined: Nov 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 52 Karma: 1
Re: More than a Bar Fight « Result #10 on Jan 17, 2007, 7:14am »
"I could explain the challenges if you like. Wouldn't be trouble at all." A Black Mage moogle popped up from beside them. "Despite all the rules, they can be easily summed. Pretty much a fair fight, one weapon, little to no interference, and if agreed, everything with reach is a trade of weapon. Other than that, it's just skill against who you're fighting. Good to know what you want before you try things."
Vega looked up to the moogle, and recognized his face immediately. He was one of the few who, like herself, had come here regularly without a criminal record. He was highly respected in this place, because no one had anything to hold down on him. Anytime someone tried to frame him through challenge, he always won. A highly respectable, ingenious moogle. "Dimas! Long time no see!"
"Ah, good Vega. This 'ere friend of yours? Hm. Would guess so. Wouldn't get in without one of us." He chuckled. "None the less, there's no reason to worry about your food here. This place, though a criminal's bar, is filled with honor and code. Kind of ironic, but certainly a nice thing to have in the middle of nowhere. Don't ya think so?"