03-23-2015, 06:22 PM
I thought I'd finally make this story public, since it shows a horrible horrible time for ffd20, one where, by default, a class was broken, with little restrictions.
Esther, The TaruTaru
Esther was a poor farmboy, living in the southern dragon lands, growing wheat to feed his brother, and his four sisters. It was rough work, day in, day out..especially the day Ester's magical spark ignited..literately. His farm was attacked by imps, on a crusade to acquire more land for themselves. They wielded torchs, and set Esther's farm, and his hands, aflame.
Miraculously, Esther came across the flame unscated, and harnessed the flame in his hands as his own, not knowing how he controlled the fire of the torchs, he was barely able to squander the entire farm, before his entire crop turned to ash. However, he couldn't pay his rent to the farmlands owner, and as such, he fled with his brother, and his four sisters scattered across amongst caravens, communicating via mail.
However his misfortune did not stop there, one of the six elemental crystals, chose him as his gaurdian, a radiant warmth to bathe the world in a beautiful, erratic light, the fire crystal chose himself, yet a curse was fallen upon his brother. The darkness crystal chose his brother as its gaurdian, but his brother was only active, in his dreams. He fell into a permanent state of sleep, amongst the crystal's tower.
Through this pain, Esther learned how to become his enemies, by studying them, and transforming into them. He became a master of this art (and this is where everything gets broken)
Esther the TaruTaru was...no longer a tarutaru. An abomination is what he became. Upon mastery, he morphed partially into every creature he deemed fit, promoting an armor class that gods feared to try to pierce. He eventually earned the title "God-Slayer" for his bounts with the Elemental dieties, even dethroning Ifrit, just to give him his place back. Power was not was Esther wanted, nor glory, nor anything material. All Esther wanted, was to save his brother, from a curse that would never have been broken...
Esther, The TaruTaru
Esther was a poor farmboy, living in the southern dragon lands, growing wheat to feed his brother, and his four sisters. It was rough work, day in, day out..especially the day Ester's magical spark ignited..literately. His farm was attacked by imps, on a crusade to acquire more land for themselves. They wielded torchs, and set Esther's farm, and his hands, aflame.
Miraculously, Esther came across the flame unscated, and harnessed the flame in his hands as his own, not knowing how he controlled the fire of the torchs, he was barely able to squander the entire farm, before his entire crop turned to ash. However, he couldn't pay his rent to the farmlands owner, and as such, he fled with his brother, and his four sisters scattered across amongst caravens, communicating via mail.
However his misfortune did not stop there, one of the six elemental crystals, chose him as his gaurdian, a radiant warmth to bathe the world in a beautiful, erratic light, the fire crystal chose himself, yet a curse was fallen upon his brother. The darkness crystal chose his brother as its gaurdian, but his brother was only active, in his dreams. He fell into a permanent state of sleep, amongst the crystal's tower.
Through this pain, Esther learned how to become his enemies, by studying them, and transforming into them. He became a master of this art (and this is where everything gets broken)
Esther the TaruTaru was...no longer a tarutaru. An abomination is what he became. Upon mastery, he morphed partially into every creature he deemed fit, promoting an armor class that gods feared to try to pierce. He eventually earned the title "God-Slayer" for his bounts with the Elemental dieties, even dethroning Ifrit, just to give him his place back. Power was not was Esther wanted, nor glory, nor anything material. All Esther wanted, was to save his brother, from a curse that would never have been broken...
"The life of a Blue Mage is one of agony, and ecstasy. The ability to harness the destruction that mauled you, is like none other." - TFM, Blue Mage Extraordinaire of FFd20