Post by Rafa on Mar 18, 2007 23:51:13 GMT -5
I've just recently started playing FF6 again, so for those who haven't played it, and because i'm bored, i'm going to type the story for it on here!
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Prologue
Long ago, the War of the Magi
reduced the world to a scorched wasteland,
and magic simply ceased to exist.
One thousand years have passed...
Iron, gunpowder and steam engines
have been rediscovered,
and high technology reigns.
But there are those who would enslave the world
by reviving the dread destructive force
known as "magic."
Could it be that those in power
are on the verge of repeating
a senseless and deadly mistake?
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Chapter One
Three people riding on imperial armor were climbing up a hill overlooking the northernmost town of Narshe. From the view of the hill, the small, industrial snowy town looked peaceful, despite the sounds that the iron factories were producing.
One man walked up near the cliff.
"So this is it, Wedge?" He said
"That's right, Vicks," Wedge said.
"Hard to believe an esper's been found here 1,000 years after the war. Do you think it's still alive?"
"Probably, our orders were very urgent, so i'm pretty sure."
Vicks turned to the third person, a girl about 18 years old.
"And this girl... This... Sorcerer. Why is she here? I heard she burned fifty of our best soldiers in under three minutes."
"Not to worry," Wedge said, "This slave crown keeps her consciousness in check. She'll follow orders."
After examining the slave crown on the girl's head, Vicks led the way to Narshe, with Wedge and the girl following along.
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Prologue
Long ago, the War of the Magi
reduced the world to a scorched wasteland,
and magic simply ceased to exist.
One thousand years have passed...
Iron, gunpowder and steam engines
have been rediscovered,
and high technology reigns.
But there are those who would enslave the world
by reviving the dread destructive force
known as "magic."
Could it be that those in power
are on the verge of repeating
a senseless and deadly mistake?
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Chapter One
Three people riding on imperial armor were climbing up a hill overlooking the northernmost town of Narshe. From the view of the hill, the small, industrial snowy town looked peaceful, despite the sounds that the iron factories were producing.
One man walked up near the cliff.
"So this is it, Wedge?" He said
"That's right, Vicks," Wedge said.
"Hard to believe an esper's been found here 1,000 years after the war. Do you think it's still alive?"
"Probably, our orders were very urgent, so i'm pretty sure."
Vicks turned to the third person, a girl about 18 years old.
"And this girl... This... Sorcerer. Why is she here? I heard she burned fifty of our best soldiers in under three minutes."
"Not to worry," Wedge said, "This slave crown keeps her consciousness in check. She'll follow orders."
After examining the slave crown on the girl's head, Vicks led the way to Narshe, with Wedge and the girl following along.