Luc walked down the streets of Aqures Ixen, slowly- he hated breaking a sweat- but purposefully. He’d had his moogle, Mognaat, retrieve his mage’s robes from home, and he wore them now. He preferred the lighter, softer material and the green and white color scheme over the heavy black robes and pointed hat of Crystallis mages. Only inferior mages felt the need to compensate for their lack of power with giant hats.
He carried a wooden box with him, which he plopped down none too gently in front of the public posting board. On it, painted letters revealed it to be a ‘Suggestion Box’, and opening the lid exposed over a dozen little slips of paper, each with a message.
‘Can we get a bathhouse already?’ ‘Go find a Rune Master for us. This is embarrassing.’ A few such notes read.
Luc pulled a second, smaller box from the first. It held pencils and more paper. He left it atop the first box. He could not be the only Hero to have complaints about this place.
3. Neighborhood Woes
His new housemates might not like it, but Luc had a job to do, and he only ever worked on his own schedule. So if the motivation to carve names into his Stone Tablet of Promise struck in the wee hours of the morning, they would just have to deal with the sounds of hammer and chisel on stone.
“Can’t believe they don’t even know what star they’re born under,” he grumbled as he chipped away at the stone slab. “Making me do all the work. Lady Leknaat better appreciate this.” He continued muttering and carving, sleeping roommates be damned.
Random Encounter
Mognaat claimed that wind spells would come to him in time, but experience had taught Luc that, well, experience was what he needed to level up his magic. So the wind mage picked a time when some other heroes were heading outside of the city to train and followed along.
He found himself several yards away from some creature he could not identify, comprised of floating, bobbing red bits. He hated using the other elements when he didn’t have to, but he couldn’t attack with his staff from his position of safety.
“They don’t even a Pixie Rune for me. What am I doing here?” he complained, even as he drew up his staff and started the chant that would utilize the power of his second job, summoning.
Luc | Suikoden Series (Suiko 2 timeframe)
Luc walked down the streets of Aqures Ixen, slowly- he hated breaking a sweat- but purposefully. He’d had his moogle, Mognaat, retrieve his mage’s robes from home, and he wore them now. He preferred the lighter, softer material and the green and white color scheme over the heavy black robes and pointed hat of Crystallis mages. Only inferior mages felt the need to compensate for their lack of power with giant hats.
He carried a wooden box with him, which he plopped down none too gently in front of the public posting board. On it, painted letters revealed it to be a ‘Suggestion Box’, and opening the lid exposed over a dozen little slips of paper, each with a message.
‘Can we get a bathhouse already?’ ‘Go find a Rune Master for us. This is embarrassing.’ A few such notes read.
Luc pulled a second, smaller box from the first. It held pencils and more paper. He left it atop the first box. He could not be the only Hero to have complaints about this place.
3. Neighborhood Woes
His new housemates might not like it, but Luc had a job to do, and he only ever worked on his own schedule. So if the motivation to carve names into his Stone Tablet of Promise struck in the wee hours of the morning, they would just have to deal with the sounds of hammer and chisel on stone.
“Can’t believe they don’t even know what star they’re born under,” he grumbled as he chipped away at the stone slab. “Making me do all the work. Lady Leknaat better appreciate this.” He continued muttering and carving, sleeping roommates be damned.
Random Encounter
Mognaat claimed that wind spells would come to him in time, but experience had taught Luc that, well, experience was what he needed to level up his magic. So the wind mage picked a time when some other heroes were heading outside of the city to train and followed along.
He found himself several yards away from some creature he could not identify, comprised of floating, bobbing red bits. He hated using the other elements when he didn’t have to, but he couldn’t attack with his staff from his position of safety.
“They don’t even a Pixie Rune for me. What am I doing here?” he complained, even as he drew up his staff and started the chant that would utilize the power of his second job, summoning.