Defending my honor? Just exactly who does he think I am? I have no honor.

Savayna gave Grant a narrowed stare, trying to decide if she should punch him right in his corny face or take the high road. On one hand, it’d be a good release. On the other, she’s trying not to return to her old ways. Usually, Savayna would simply punch Grant for being that selfish, but lately, she’s been trying to begin anew. The big rock on her right ring finger was proof of that. So, she wouldn’t punch him, but that didn’t mean she would let him get off scot free. 

“[color=lightblue]Fuck that, you just wanted to kill the bitch all to yourself because of how she left you in the Archades Dungeons before you became less lame.[/color]” Savayna scolded Grant, showing her disapproval. “[color=lightblue]Just admit it, my [i]fiance[/i], you wanted to be the one to nape that one in the bud.[/color]” Savayna scowled, turning away from Grant in a huff.
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“[color=fff79a]Conseal, don’t feel.[/color]” Wesley mused quietly, nodding his head.

As the gates would open, WEsley hooked Nadeline’s arm with his as they walked throgh the gate, and his return to Rabanastre. After what seemed like years, Wesley has returned home. 

“Make way for your prince!” One of the knights said.

“Did he say Prince?” One of the onlookers whispered.

“Is that Prince Wesley?” Another said.

“Prince Wesley has come back to us!”

After that third person, more started to say similar things, which were followed by rising, dull cheers to chants for Wesley. This made his anxiety lower quite the deal. How he thought they would most surely turn his back on him because he chose to run away after his father’s assassination, when in fact they praised him just as much as they did when his father was still king. If Wesley wasn’t surrounded by his citizens, he might say shed a tear or two. But that wouldn’t be very kingly, now would it?

As they were escorted by the Order of the Knights of Dalmasca, Wesley had greeted those who came up to them. There were women of all ages and races, children of all ages and races, men of all ages and races. If they didn’t come up for a handshake or a hug, then WEsley would do it himself. He gave them genuine smiles. Being surrounded by his fellow Dalmascans brought a warm feeling building up in Wesley’s heart. Whatever doubts he had beforehand was slayed by the positive reaction he got from his citizens.

And as they reached the Royal Palace, Wesley gave them one final wave before the gates closed behind him, and he and Nadeline were en-route to an audience to his father’s study where he was told the Queen wanted to speak to him AND nadeline. 

Strange that Cassandra would want to speak to both of them. Maybe she wanted to welcome them both back. Wesley let that specific thought fade as the doors to his father’s study opened. He saw someone with blonde hair that was turned back to their fronts. She wore an elegant violet dress with Dalmascan rubies engraved along the seams. 

“May I present her royal highness, Queen Isabelle Alexander,” one Knight said.

“[color=fff79a]Wait, did he say..[/color]” Before Wesley could finish that sentence, the queen turned around, revealing her blonde-haired face. To further his surprise, she wasn’t showing cleavage. Oh thank the gods.

“[color=orchid]My son and future daughter-in-law,[/color]” Belle smiled to both of them, “[color=orchid]welcome home.[/color]”
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In what most are calling the worst thing to happen to Ivalice than the bickering civil wars brewed between the three warring nations, there was a foul, putrid, unforgiving fear spreading all across Ivalice. It was felt by many who have sensitive awareness to mist and all the positives and negatives it produces. It’s been sensed from the far west near the TOmb of Raithwall where it is said that something long buried has awoken - a great beast those in Stigma call it.  It was said to be one of the Four Great Seals of Ivalice. It is also said that, if it wakes up from it’s millenia slumber, ruin shall follow.

And to the farest eastern regions of Ivalice in the Ridorana Contrat, a great beast also awakens. It, like the Beast of the West, is the second of four seals. This one, unlike the first, is one that all know - and fear. It is considered Ivalice’s most fearsome Wyrm. Some call it a devil, some call it [i]the[/i] devil, but all hunters know it as the Ultimate Mark, for his name is Yiazmat, and his wrath is felt throughout the entire seas of Ivalice from the Pharos and any landmass within a league of this great and terrifying devil.

In the south, more specifically, the southwest, Giruvegan has been shaken to its core. Pillars of mist shot up from all areas of the ancient city. It contorted to the point that giruvegan, if thought to be a dangerous voyage before, has been brought to the point where it’s now a suicide mission to go there, for it is now an unstable landmass that has twisting mist at all angles. VIsible as it is, this third seal is one of pure, unfiltered, unstable mist that has responded to the wickedness that is Zodiark.

And finally, in the north where the Imperial Capital, archades rests, there is another great undertaking happening. Though not as noticable, like in the TOmb of Raithwall and Ridorana contract, a frightening beast awakens. It is another Hunt for hunters. This one rests in the Chamber of the Wrote God, waiting any that approach. Any that do that surely will encounter the worst hell they could ever imagine, for in that chamber, the Hell Wyrm waits with virtuous patience, seeking to damn any to the depths of the underworld.

Throughout all of this catastrophe, the Dark Lord himself, the one that no one dare mention in fear of his power increasing, has secured himself a home even higher than Bhjuerba. Probably twenty miles higher, almost to the point where it exceeds the stratosphere, he sits upon a throne in a grim [url=http://i.imgur.com/N5bUfU2.jpg]castle[/url]. It floats inside a field of the most vile, destructive mist in Ivalice’s history. The worst nightmares of humes and Viera’s couldn’t estimate how sickening this mist is. It contorts, twists, and roars demonic screams as a castle of pure black floats without a care in the world.

Just outside the [url=http://i.imgur.com/rbyHYDs.jpg]throne room[/url], the doors opened as loud footsteps thumped on the concrete flooring. These steps were noticeable as the echoes reverberated throughout the empty walls. They belonged to a large beast of a man, all in armor that was too bulky to tell if this man was. His steps eventually got him in front of a gothic-looking throne that had spikes at every edge possible. The throne itself was carved from black nethicite. It gave off the illusion of obsidian. It shined like marble, yet looked rough like jagged glass.

As the bulky man bowed on one knee, he spoke, “[color=b87333]my liege,[/color]” he said, head bowed.

The being in the throne room raised their arm.

As the bulky man rose up to his feet, he looked at his liege. Terrifying to look at if one experienced fear(not like the man looking at him). He was a marvelous sight. There were ten wings colored a sickly greyish-green, which also was the same color as his skin color. Hair was black like the chair he sat on. He had six arms, and a face that had animated tentacles coming out of the mouth. An eye was above two normal eyes. They were red and black. In its lap was a huge tome that had ancient language, or so the heavily-armored man guessed.

“[color=36454f]Yes, what is it?[/color]” The being asked, not bothering to look up.

“[color=b87333]They’re here, my lord.[/color]” 

“[color=36454f]Took them long enough,[/color]” the being mused, “[color=36454f]very well. Send for them to enter my throne room.[/color]” The being said.

“[color=b87333]Of course, my lord.[/color]” He said, turning to go get them.

“[color=36454f]Oh, and [url=http://i.imgur.com/c9ZP5kV.jpg]Roburmaal[/url].[/color]”

“[color=b87333]Yes my lord?[/color]” Roburmaal stopped, looking to his liege.

“[color=36454f]A job well done. I can see restoring your mind to the point before those damned Archadians zombified your mind — and body —  was a decision I have not regretted.[/color]” The being said, showing the slightest hint of a smile to Robur.

“[color=b87333]I am forever in your debt, my lord.[/color]” He said, earnest.

The being would nod as he waved Robur away. Not long after the fact, Robur would return with three others. A tall, less-armored person than Robur was, a shorter fellow - male - and a female. “[color=b87333]I present to the [url=http://i.imgur.com/iEETDsu.jpg]Lord Zodiark[/url], Keeper of our Precepts and High Judge of Order and Chaos, Keiran, Creature, and The Time Scion.[/color]”

As ZOdiark got up from his throne, he hovered over to the three. He examined only the Time Scion, paying no mind to Creature, though there was a slight nod of approval of what he did, nor did he pay much mind to Keiran. His only focus was on [i]her[/i]. “[color=36454f]Hello Emiri. I am pleased to finally meet you in person.[/color]” Zodiark had said, smiling at the girl in an uncharacteristic fashion, “[color=36454f]I trust you know who I am, don’t you?[/color]” There was Zodiark’s twisted wit.