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7/17/2025, 2:38:34 AM
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>>6275284
“We ain’t nothing like the Dunies, here, Gintosa Fentosa.” Your father said, swarthily. “We’re proud Plainsfolk, descendants of da wealthiest sorts of merchants. We stayed o’er here from Limsa Lominsa to fight da good fight after da treacherous Hellsguard staged their coup. Nuttin’ like da slave-minded Dunies of today. Mark me words, when we’ve da gil to migrate back, it’ll be a hero’s welcome! We come from the famous trader, Donyir Konyir, after all.”
Your father had made it a point to instill it into your mind that you were all Plainsfolk… but you weren’t much different from any other Dunesfolk now that you think about it. Other than your name, at least. You remember the name of your supposed wealthy ancestor and wonder if anyone in Limsa Lominsa would even care…
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The rest of the week is uneventful and you soon find yourself on the day of your match. After eating your bread in the morning,you are met with… Standing Guillotine?!
“Hello there, boy.” He gave you an exaggerated bow. “Nice to see you still breathing with blood pumping through your heart.”
“Wh-wh-wh-what do you want with me? Where are the guards?!” You scream.
“Ahh, a prodigious question.” He pulls out a little black book from beneath his ornate robes. “You see, I make sure to record whenever I’m slighted. If I just have one person to pester, it becomes dull. If I’m indiscriminate, then my ire is cheapened. I prefer cycling through the objects of my spite for maximum pleasure. The guards kindly understood that and let me escort my favorite spudling to his match.”
You were too scared to speak. He grabbed you by the neck and personally carried you to your next opponent without a weapon in hand. You spot Neneqe on your way there, who can only respond with pure shock.
In a match titled the Midget Meltdown by the announcer, you face off against a malnourished looking Goblin with a club.
“Show us some Spudling martial arts, kid!”
You are horrified.
>Try to land a punch on the Goblin.
>Play it safe. Dodge as much as you can.
>Throw some sand his way.
>>6275284
“We ain’t nothing like the Dunies, here, Gintosa Fentosa.” Your father said, swarthily. “We’re proud Plainsfolk, descendants of da wealthiest sorts of merchants. We stayed o’er here from Limsa Lominsa to fight da good fight after da treacherous Hellsguard staged their coup. Nuttin’ like da slave-minded Dunies of today. Mark me words, when we’ve da gil to migrate back, it’ll be a hero’s welcome! We come from the famous trader, Donyir Konyir, after all.”
Your father had made it a point to instill it into your mind that you were all Plainsfolk… but you weren’t much different from any other Dunesfolk now that you think about it. Other than your name, at least. You remember the name of your supposed wealthy ancestor and wonder if anyone in Limsa Lominsa would even care…
-
The rest of the week is uneventful and you soon find yourself on the day of your match. After eating your bread in the morning,you are met with… Standing Guillotine?!
“Hello there, boy.” He gave you an exaggerated bow. “Nice to see you still breathing with blood pumping through your heart.”
“Wh-wh-wh-what do you want with me? Where are the guards?!” You scream.
“Ahh, a prodigious question.” He pulls out a little black book from beneath his ornate robes. “You see, I make sure to record whenever I’m slighted. If I just have one person to pester, it becomes dull. If I’m indiscriminate, then my ire is cheapened. I prefer cycling through the objects of my spite for maximum pleasure. The guards kindly understood that and let me escort my favorite spudling to his match.”
You were too scared to speak. He grabbed you by the neck and personally carried you to your next opponent without a weapon in hand. You spot Neneqe on your way there, who can only respond with pure shock.
In a match titled the Midget Meltdown by the announcer, you face off against a malnourished looking Goblin with a club.
“Show us some Spudling martial arts, kid!”
You are horrified.
>Try to land a punch on the Goblin.
>Play it safe. Dodge as much as you can.
>Throw some sand his way.
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