First off, allow me to introduce myself. I am Kara Steinburg, member of
Clan Punt. Mogri, the clan's co-founder and quasi-leader asked me to write
out the introduction to our clan journal. He says that I'm the closest
thing he could have to a honest, fair writer. I don't feel the same, but I
owe him so much that I won't complain.
First off, we're small. We only have 5 members, and I'm sure that some people consider us too small to be a clan. Well, unfortunately for them, we've yet to see a law that imposes a minimum number on clans. So we are Clan Punt.
I guess I should list our members. I'll try to be as fair as I can with this:
Mogri Solhma, Moogle Gunner:
Mogri is one of the two founders of Clan Punt, and our leader. He's an excellent gunner, a credit to his race. As a child, Mogri grew up as part of a traveling circus. He's supposed to have been trained as a juggler by his parents. But when I asked him about it, he told me not to press the issue with him. Fair enough. But Malak will talk at length, if you get him drunk enough, and filled me in.
Mogri WAS trained as a juggler, and was one of the best in the circus. But he hated it, and he hated his parents for forcing him into it. He much preferred shooting, and hung out with the trick-shooters all the time. They taught him how to shoot well, and how to do tricks you rarely see on a battlefield, like ricochet shots. But his parents still wanted him to be a juggler. So one day, he just ran away with a mage that had told him about the wonders of the clans. That would be Malak, everyone's favorite pervert.
I know Mogri pretty well. He signed me onto Clan Punt. He's a wonderful leader, and is very good at getting us work and supplies. He never lets someone sneak up behind us when fighting, and always takes dangerous tasks for himself. When good missions are not forthcoming, he always finds us some kind of work.
One time, when we were almost out of money and Malak got arrested, Mogri took us to the pub. He sat us down, and then joined a game of darts. He put all our cash on that game, which scared us all pretty bad. But he won. He always was able to hit the bullseye, or the triple points areas. I could tell he hated every minute of it. I think it reminded him of the juggling he ran away from, but he played. He raised enough money that night to get Malak out and to buy a new gun afterwards. I don't know why, but that seems like a defining moment for me. It showed me how he really was. Willing to do anything for friends, even if he hated it.
If he has one failing, it's that he is a little too obsessed with his guns. Don't ever ask him about one. You will never shut him up. Trust me, I've tried.
Malak, Nu Mou Sage:
Malak is the other founder of Clan Punt. He helped Mogri get out into the world, to shoot things to his heart's content. To hear Mogri talk about the old mage, you'd think he has a heart of gold. I disagree. He is a dirty old man, and I completely despise him.
I don't know what he did before he met Mogri. I've never even heard his full name, unless Malak is his full name. He's got more magic in him then anyone I've met, but how he learned his trade or anything else, I don't know. I do know that he is really, really old. He's healthy as an ox, though. He runs fast, too. But that's probably because I'm the one chasing him. Most importantly, he knows almost any Sage, Black, or White magic you could ask about. I'm pretty sure he knows a little of illusionary magic too, but I haven't seen him use it much.
Honestly though, I've never met a bigger pervert. He constantly stares at inappropriate areas. He makes comments that would embarrass a bar wench. And given half a chance, he will reach out and grab a handful. How the old pervert somehow gets by without someone killing him on a daily basis. He doesn't grab me as much as he did in the beginning, thank lord. But hitting him with Last Breath three or four times is a wonderful way to get the point across. No touching.
Kara Steinburg, Viera Assassin:
That's me. I'm an assassin, and have been for quite some time. Ironic thing is, I used to abhor killing and violence.
I used to be a white mage, long time ago. I was pretty good at healing, and my old clan told me that they owe me for saving them many times. Eventually, a petty dispute on how to divide up the spoils we earned caused the clan to break up. I became a freelance healer. It's hard to do that, because of the fact that you have nearly no offensive power, so you can't do missions solo.
So, I made it known that I out looking for a clan. One approached me quickly, but it's not one anybody would be proud to be part of. A soldier from Clan Borzoi made overtures toward me, vaguely hinting at bad things happening if I refused. I refused anyway. A few nights later, a black mage and a team of warriors grabbed me, and dragged me out into the middle of nowhere. The black mage said several things, mentioning that Borzoi was part of something bigger. After that, he asked me to join again. I still refused. So he stabbed me in the throat. I passed out from the pain, and they left me there to die.
I survived. I woke up bleeding badly, but I was able to stumble along into the path of a larger, more legal clan. They kindly fixed me up as best they could. I was told that I was lucky that nobody took the knife out of my throat, or I'd have bled to death in minutes. Unfortunately, my voice box was irreparable. I'll never talk, or cast spells, again. I'm a true mute.
I've trained in the assassin's arts ever sense. When I signed onto Clan Punt, Mogri promised that we'll sign onto any jobs that can hurt Clan Borzoi, or anyone helping it. I'm going to find that coward of a black mage, and I'm going to tear out his voice. Just like he did to me.
Zahn Volsang, Bangaa Dragoon:
Zahn is almost like two warriors in one. No doubt that he's our strongest member. Most of the time, he's a sweet, caring person. I like him a lot..... And he's a warrior born. He knows more about classical battle tactics and the art of war than anyone I know. He's also one to let the ones who can't fight, like white mages or disabled warriors, run away without chasing them.
But Fate struck him a cruel blow. Zahn has a strange insanity. At times, he changes from the loving, kind mountain bangaa to an unstoppable killing machine. He just goes insane, attacking anything nearby. He can normally tell a day or two in advance when one of his episodes are coming around, so when he gets the feeling, he marches off into the forest, or mountains. Somewhere he can be alone. A few days later, he comes back, usually unhurt, but oftentimes needing to clean the blood off his armour.
I don't know exactly what's wrong with him. Malak calls him a schizophrenic, whatever that means. I don't think that he means it as an insult, because Malak is the one that hired him. But I hope that we can help cure him, somehow. Such a gentle giant doesn't deserver a curse like that.
A side note about him. His accent isn't the usual bangaa hiss. It is more of a deep rumble. It's very soothing, and sounds more noble that other bangaa. He still hisses, but it's not so pronounced.
Ninji, Human Ninja:
I feel sorry for Ninji. He has no luck, no skill, and gets no respect. Mogri hired him because, at the time, we were desperate for new blood. We needed someone to help out when Zahn was off on one of his bezerker episodes. We got ripped off.
Ninji says he is a ninja. He's more of a ninja wanna-be. He can't properly use the abilities. He can't sneak worth anything. He actually said "Zoom!" while trying to sneak up on Malak one time. It's just sad.
Here's a better example of his lack of skill. In a battle near Cyril, we had a NoDam2: Human law in effect that day. Lucky us, Ninji is a human, and all our opponents were bangaa. So Mogri tells Ninji to get in there and do some damage. Ninji loves the idea. He rushes forward, and uses Metal Veil. It actually blows up in his face. He takes damage from his own attack, and the judge sends him to prison. The judge sounded embarrassed to do it, too. After we narrowly won the engagement, the judge asked us about him. We told him about Ninji's..... stupidity issues. The nice judge gave us the gil to post bail for him. He felt sorry for the boy, too.
Strange thing is that Ninji has mastered only one ninja skill properly, but it's the good one. He can use two weapons. Now, if he could do something useful like hit the enemy with them, that'd be great. But for now, just feel sorry for him. Poor helpless, clueless Ninji.
I've written my peace. I hope that this is a useful start to our journal. Mogri will start writing records of our engagements in it, so it better be interesting. Who knows, maybe we will be famous one day and this will be worth good gil.
Yeah, and maybe Ninji will be able to sneak up on me.
~Kara Steinburg
First off, we're small. We only have 5 members, and I'm sure that some people consider us too small to be a clan. Well, unfortunately for them, we've yet to see a law that imposes a minimum number on clans. So we are Clan Punt.
I guess I should list our members. I'll try to be as fair as I can with this:
Mogri Solhma, Moogle Gunner:
Mogri is one of the two founders of Clan Punt, and our leader. He's an excellent gunner, a credit to his race. As a child, Mogri grew up as part of a traveling circus. He's supposed to have been trained as a juggler by his parents. But when I asked him about it, he told me not to press the issue with him. Fair enough. But Malak will talk at length, if you get him drunk enough, and filled me in.
Mogri WAS trained as a juggler, and was one of the best in the circus. But he hated it, and he hated his parents for forcing him into it. He much preferred shooting, and hung out with the trick-shooters all the time. They taught him how to shoot well, and how to do tricks you rarely see on a battlefield, like ricochet shots. But his parents still wanted him to be a juggler. So one day, he just ran away with a mage that had told him about the wonders of the clans. That would be Malak, everyone's favorite pervert.
I know Mogri pretty well. He signed me onto Clan Punt. He's a wonderful leader, and is very good at getting us work and supplies. He never lets someone sneak up behind us when fighting, and always takes dangerous tasks for himself. When good missions are not forthcoming, he always finds us some kind of work.
One time, when we were almost out of money and Malak got arrested, Mogri took us to the pub. He sat us down, and then joined a game of darts. He put all our cash on that game, which scared us all pretty bad. But he won. He always was able to hit the bullseye, or the triple points areas. I could tell he hated every minute of it. I think it reminded him of the juggling he ran away from, but he played. He raised enough money that night to get Malak out and to buy a new gun afterwards. I don't know why, but that seems like a defining moment for me. It showed me how he really was. Willing to do anything for friends, even if he hated it.
If he has one failing, it's that he is a little too obsessed with his guns. Don't ever ask him about one. You will never shut him up. Trust me, I've tried.
Malak, Nu Mou Sage:
Malak is the other founder of Clan Punt. He helped Mogri get out into the world, to shoot things to his heart's content. To hear Mogri talk about the old mage, you'd think he has a heart of gold. I disagree. He is a dirty old man, and I completely despise him.
I don't know what he did before he met Mogri. I've never even heard his full name, unless Malak is his full name. He's got more magic in him then anyone I've met, but how he learned his trade or anything else, I don't know. I do know that he is really, really old. He's healthy as an ox, though. He runs fast, too. But that's probably because I'm the one chasing him. Most importantly, he knows almost any Sage, Black, or White magic you could ask about. I'm pretty sure he knows a little of illusionary magic too, but I haven't seen him use it much.
Honestly though, I've never met a bigger pervert. He constantly stares at inappropriate areas. He makes comments that would embarrass a bar wench. And given half a chance, he will reach out and grab a handful. How the old pervert somehow gets by without someone killing him on a daily basis. He doesn't grab me as much as he did in the beginning, thank lord. But hitting him with Last Breath three or four times is a wonderful way to get the point across. No touching.
Kara Steinburg, Viera Assassin:
That's me. I'm an assassin, and have been for quite some time. Ironic thing is, I used to abhor killing and violence.
I used to be a white mage, long time ago. I was pretty good at healing, and my old clan told me that they owe me for saving them many times. Eventually, a petty dispute on how to divide up the spoils we earned caused the clan to break up. I became a freelance healer. It's hard to do that, because of the fact that you have nearly no offensive power, so you can't do missions solo.
So, I made it known that I out looking for a clan. One approached me quickly, but it's not one anybody would be proud to be part of. A soldier from Clan Borzoi made overtures toward me, vaguely hinting at bad things happening if I refused. I refused anyway. A few nights later, a black mage and a team of warriors grabbed me, and dragged me out into the middle of nowhere. The black mage said several things, mentioning that Borzoi was part of something bigger. After that, he asked me to join again. I still refused. So he stabbed me in the throat. I passed out from the pain, and they left me there to die.
I survived. I woke up bleeding badly, but I was able to stumble along into the path of a larger, more legal clan. They kindly fixed me up as best they could. I was told that I was lucky that nobody took the knife out of my throat, or I'd have bled to death in minutes. Unfortunately, my voice box was irreparable. I'll never talk, or cast spells, again. I'm a true mute.
I've trained in the assassin's arts ever sense. When I signed onto Clan Punt, Mogri promised that we'll sign onto any jobs that can hurt Clan Borzoi, or anyone helping it. I'm going to find that coward of a black mage, and I'm going to tear out his voice. Just like he did to me.
Zahn Volsang, Bangaa Dragoon:
Zahn is almost like two warriors in one. No doubt that he's our strongest member. Most of the time, he's a sweet, caring person. I like him a lot..... And he's a warrior born. He knows more about classical battle tactics and the art of war than anyone I know. He's also one to let the ones who can't fight, like white mages or disabled warriors, run away without chasing them.
But Fate struck him a cruel blow. Zahn has a strange insanity. At times, he changes from the loving, kind mountain bangaa to an unstoppable killing machine. He just goes insane, attacking anything nearby. He can normally tell a day or two in advance when one of his episodes are coming around, so when he gets the feeling, he marches off into the forest, or mountains. Somewhere he can be alone. A few days later, he comes back, usually unhurt, but oftentimes needing to clean the blood off his armour.
I don't know exactly what's wrong with him. Malak calls him a schizophrenic, whatever that means. I don't think that he means it as an insult, because Malak is the one that hired him. But I hope that we can help cure him, somehow. Such a gentle giant doesn't deserver a curse like that.
A side note about him. His accent isn't the usual bangaa hiss. It is more of a deep rumble. It's very soothing, and sounds more noble that other bangaa. He still hisses, but it's not so pronounced.
Ninji, Human Ninja:
I feel sorry for Ninji. He has no luck, no skill, and gets no respect. Mogri hired him because, at the time, we were desperate for new blood. We needed someone to help out when Zahn was off on one of his bezerker episodes. We got ripped off.
Ninji says he is a ninja. He's more of a ninja wanna-be. He can't properly use the abilities. He can't sneak worth anything. He actually said "Zoom!" while trying to sneak up on Malak one time. It's just sad.
Here's a better example of his lack of skill. In a battle near Cyril, we had a NoDam2: Human law in effect that day. Lucky us, Ninji is a human, and all our opponents were bangaa. So Mogri tells Ninji to get in there and do some damage. Ninji loves the idea. He rushes forward, and uses Metal Veil. It actually blows up in his face. He takes damage from his own attack, and the judge sends him to prison. The judge sounded embarrassed to do it, too. After we narrowly won the engagement, the judge asked us about him. We told him about Ninji's..... stupidity issues. The nice judge gave us the gil to post bail for him. He felt sorry for the boy, too.
Strange thing is that Ninji has mastered only one ninja skill properly, but it's the good one. He can use two weapons. Now, if he could do something useful like hit the enemy with them, that'd be great. But for now, just feel sorry for him. Poor helpless, clueless Ninji.
I've written my peace. I hope that this is a useful start to our journal. Mogri will start writing records of our engagements in it, so it better be interesting. Who knows, maybe we will be famous one day and this will be worth good gil.
Yeah, and maybe Ninji will be able to sneak up on me.
~Kara Steinburg