Plot and Basics to the World

[Nyx]

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Plot

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Welcome to Ivalice, two years after the events of Revenant Wings. One year ago, a blinding white light flooded out of Giruvagen. And in days the world began to wither. The trees of the Golmore began to die, and mist left Ivalice. Mist, the power source of all things. Mist the life force that the races relied on.

Without it, The world was driven to Turmoil. Work dried up for most, Airships began to have problems running. The moogling service of Rabanstre lost its power. Archadia began to crumble, and the world seemed to begin to fall apart. Misery as its bride, the world slowly fell into disarray. many hard working people became theives to collect magicte, the mineing of Bhujurba became a open house, the mines being drained every day. The seas are being scoured for magicite that may have fell from the Sky Continent that the Aegyl lived upon once. And in the middle of this all, Politics.

The Kingdoms are threatning wars, all to appease there addiction to the mist. The Mountain of Bur-Omisace is filled with refugees trying to thrive off eachother. All the while Archadia is screaming and barking towards war. Rozzaria is trying to simply be self-sufficiant, and Dalmasca is trying to maintain peace. They Kingdoms want to stay safe, so most enacted ration plocies to magicite. But every day, the lookings are sliming down more. Every day, more people try to run int othe wilds to find magicite, only to die at the hands of the beast. And the beast every day are closeing deeper into the hume lands, hungrey, for they lost there food sources when the mist dried up, and some speicies died.

As to what happened. Well, no one knows. All Ivalice does know is that the msit is leaving quickly. Everyone is trying to snatch up as much of it as possible in a new invention called the Nethicite Sift. It absorbs Mist and strains it out into bottles for use. But still, its barely helping. And all the while, Sky pirates are flying everywhere, Clans that once hunted beast now hunt magicite, and Sea Pirates all hope to find the jackpot. Many people are willing to buy magicite for a very high price. tis essential most say.

Yet, even through all this, the world is striving towards what some call the appocolypse. Or at least that is what the "Prophets" say, who are really looking to line there pockets. And other's say that the gods are upset at them, for useing mist without reserve, and acting to proud with it. Still others belive that this is just a phase of Ivalice, that will pass, and they will restart anew. But as to what is really happening, that, is very well unknown.

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The Phantasia

The Phantasia is one of the storylines. It will feature One group of several heroes. This group will be part of the Sky Pirate crew of the ship The Phantasia. There will be 6 people on this crew, no more. And becuase of this The Phantasia line is pretty small. This starts off with the Phantasia happening upon a unknown Sky-land. In legend it is called Al'tis, Isle of the gods. Well, all the group knows is that we are searching for magicite to sell to the highest bidder. and this place is 'seeping' with mist. Massive quantaties of mist. This line will be relativly small, and linear until the middle of it, at witch point Al'tis will become open to ALL members. Until then though, it is closed to only the Phantasia crew. The whole desire of the Phantasia crew is simple. Get the magicite, get the gil, leave. Or at least that is the first plan.
Members ot the Crew
Captain}Taken{Nyx Pantxike
Cabin Boy}reserved{
Medic}Reserved{Urne
Navigator}Open{
Fighter}Open{
The Mechanic}Open{

The Ivalice wars

Down on Ivalice a threat of its own is brewing. The world is without Mist(or at least has a depleting amount of it), and the kingdoms are threatning war for the precious Rescources. Each group of people is getting more and more bent on the desire to destroy each other for the stones. But here is where you come in. Your a Ivalician, ok. Thats your thing. Wether your trying to stop the war, Find your purpose in life, or start the war. Well thats your decision. This is a open ended side, filled with angry people. Unfortunetly those in the Phantasie won't be able to visit Ivalice until Al'tis becomes open ofr the Ivalicians. As for major Roles, there realy are non. Here its more sandbox, your simply doing whatever you think is right. [/center]

[Nyx]

Al'tis

Al'tis is a sky continent in the sky. Al'tis was once home of the Occuria before they decended on Ivalice. Thus it is very much infused with mist. Al'tis was the home of the great crystal before giruvagen. This was also where many races where born, before they were placed down in Ivalice. Although no race can remember there history back that far. For writting was yet to be developed.

Al'tis is one massive continent, with several isles forming around it. It is divided in the mainland by 2 biggers sections. We have the Outer-ring, and the Inner-ring, These are then divided again by several areas in the outer-isle. and then a few in the inner Isle. At the exact center of the mainland is the "Marble Tower" the birthplace of the gods. Or so it is told, it is extreamly beautiful. Unfortunetly, the Inner Ring is surrounded by a forcefield, makeing it hard to actually get into it. All around it are massive Cloud Stones that pierce high into the sky, one dots every region at least. Except for the marble tower.

All around Al'tis is several isles. There is about 6, and each one has some locations in it. Of course, out of those 7 only 3 are reachable by air. The others are such harsh terrain that the ship would never be able to find a place to land. There are other ways onto the ilses. These Isles have some signifigance to the plot. A Cloud stone of lesser proportion lies on each isle.

Al'tis is covered in a thick mist, makeing it a very hard place to go to. Radar's are positivly useles, and radio's do not work. The world can derasticaly very quick. Its hard to get around from place to place very easily, but there are many treasures on the ilse. This place is filled with stronger varients of the Ivalician counterparts. Not only are they the originals, but have mutated due to the massive amount of mist. Most of it is in ruins, though the arciteture is very pretty, often guilded in marble and gold.

Al'tis floats high above the sea, even higher then Bhujurba, and is located above the massive sea that flows between Giruvagan and The Sand-Sea's. It is very off course, so not many people will find it. It is said to have many secrets and stories about it, the one most commenly accepted is this:

Long ago, when the gods started out, they lived high in the sky in a haven. They lived in Al'tis. A massive Sky continent, filled with beauty. The land was rich, and the world was filled with magicks. The gods, thus did create the scions of light and dark. They set out the task. And that was that. The gods although grew lonely, and sad. They wanted something to do, they were bored, and tired. At least, that was how it was, until they saw the races developing down below them.

They were intrigged by the creatures, and so, the lifted them high into the sky, and let them live with them. And for a time, life was fun, they manipulated the people of there land with the scions. And that was all to much fun. But then, Ultima rose against the gods, her desire to be better then them. And with her did the many scions of darkness follow. The war began. But with the aid of the Scion of Light, The gods won the battle.

But Alti's was torn asunder, and the land had to heal. So the gods decended upon Ivalice, with there chosen people who lived on Al'tis behidn them. Down unto Ivalice's soil. There, the races began to grow, and flourish. And all under the God's ultimate plans. They left there scions of light, upon Al'tis to help repair the damage, and they resorted to playing a new game as the races developed, and the humes made Politics.

And that is the story of Al'tis. But it was lost in time, as no one, or at least very few, can still even rember its name.....

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Ivalice
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Welcom to Ivalice, a world of expanse and majesticness. Ivalice is diffrent from what it was durring the events of Ashe and Co. After they made world peice, everyone began to get along. The world became prosperoius, and that was that.

It was not till the discovery of Feolthanos and his plan that the world was drug back into conflic. And then hero's stood up and stoped it. And the sky contient fell, and the Aegyl went there way.

Ivalice is a massive world, filled with creatures and beast, and races that are so pretty to just look at. Its filled with things similier to our world, and yet exclusive to itself.

Ivalice was fine for a year after Feolthanos fell, and everyone was happy. And then the "Light" happened, and everything fell apart. It happened slow, but eventualy people began to find that something was off in there world. Airships began to run slower than usual, and sytems that were entirely based on the use of mist as there fuel no longer worked.

At first it was not a big deal. Things went on as usual. But then Systems like the cabs of Archadia began to crash, and places dependent of the mist to live began to wither away. Giruvagen was heard all across the world, for it crumbled so loud that the echoes caught the wind. The trees of the fey ache with the sounds of death. The Viera were first to realize the mist was gone, and soon the other races too began to notice it.

Life became difficult for many. As they relied on the mist to power magicks they needed to live. But as it left, it got harder and harder to use magick. But there were two ways to help this. Ether, and Magicite. Both of witch were hard to get your hands on. Ether was harder by far, and no one could even grace the liquid to their lips. But magicite was around, just hard to obtain.

So many men and woman became theives, joined clans of thieves to thrive just moments longer then others. Every day someone dies of hunger, or murder. The Kingdoms are trying to maintain peace, but nothing is working. They set up a ration house for people, but that is just makeing it difficult to keep stocks up.

The peaople of Bhjurba soon fell under wing of Archadia again, as the opened the mines to everyone. And Archadia itself is threatening war. Ashe is trying to keep the war at a standstill, hopeing that the mist will return. But chances seem slim.

Sky Pirates, and Sea Pirates have become hungry and deadly in the last few mounths. They have sprawled out over both sky and sea, looking for the next big mine of magicite. Magicite equals money.

All the while, the world seems to be on a direct path for destruction. Fear mongering Phropets speak to the people, teeling them to belive new things in hopes that the world will change for them. And others have just given up on life. Still others have decided to be good people, and try to stop the Nations from going to war by heading into the wilderness to find magicite that the Kingdoms are by far to scared to find themselves.

Ivalice truely once beautiful, is now withering away, tainted without the mist. Tis sad that it was so beautiful, and now it is just a decaying husk of anger and bitter people. Poor, Poor, Ivalice.