Well, it looks like Cor's going to be stuck here in this new world for the foreseeable future. While the Center's kind enough to give him a place to stay, he's not one to rest on his ass for very long. Not when there's an entire new world to explore, and blend into.
Hence, him dropping by the city of Lavode, first and paying a visit to the Red Mage guild. The idea of one using both blade and spells is a concept that he's used to dealing with, given who he's served for nearly all of his life. And the sword he's been given seems adequate enough for its purpose. But when he's testing out his powers, he's...
Well, the target definite's been hit, but the scorch marks are...tiny. Cor scowls at the equally tiny fireball in his hand. "...the hell am I doing wrong...?" Perhaps some advise may be needed...if one isn't afraid to approach the rather tall, scowling man.
E with some F - Let's Go Out and Adventure!
Endless fields outside of a nice city? Check. Monsters that the guards say to not go near without proper equipment and skills? Check. Side quests requiring you to go out and deal with said monsters as part of said quests? Double-check.
Cor finds himself smiling, just a little bit. The calls of adventure and a good challenge is too great to resist, now that he's settling into his new Job(s). The Zeruda fields spread out before him and his companions, and he feels the call of exploring those fields singing in his blood. He glances over to his traveling companion, a more serious look returning to his face. "You ready to move out, then? Best to get this job done before sundown, after all."
I - Feeling His...Age?
Cor's scowling. No, it's not because of this strange new foe before him. The idea of dealing with a cursed treasure chest isn't new. Nor is it that it's happening while still in broad daylight.
No, it's the fact that he can't really kill this thing in a few blows like he's gotten used to doing over the years. And even when he and his companion(s) do finally take it down, he's still grumbling as he's sheathing his blade. "...feels like I'm 14 again..." This, mind you, is coming from a guy in his mid-40s.
Cor Leonis - Final Fantasy XV
Well, it looks like Cor's going to be stuck here in this new world for the foreseeable future. While the Center's kind enough to give him a place to stay, he's not one to rest on his ass for very long. Not when there's an entire new world to explore, and blend into.
Hence, him dropping by the city of Lavode, first and paying a visit to the Red Mage guild. The idea of one using both blade and spells is a concept that he's used to dealing with, given who he's served for nearly all of his life. And the sword he's been given seems adequate enough for its purpose. But when he's testing out his powers, he's...
Well, the target definite's been hit, but the scorch marks are...tiny. Cor scowls at the equally tiny fireball in his hand. "...the hell am I doing wrong...?" Perhaps some advise may be needed...if one isn't afraid to approach the rather tall, scowling man.
E with some F - Let's Go Out and Adventure!
Endless fields outside of a nice city? Check. Monsters that the guards say to not go near without proper equipment and skills? Check. Side quests requiring you to go out and deal with said monsters as part of said quests? Double-check.
Cor finds himself smiling, just a little bit. The calls of adventure and a good challenge is too great to resist, now that he's settling into his new Job(s). The Zeruda fields spread out before him and his companions, and he feels the call of exploring those fields singing in his blood. He glances over to his traveling companion, a more serious look returning to his face. "You ready to move out, then? Best to get this job done before sundown, after all."
I - Feeling His...Age?
Cor's scowling. No, it's not because of this strange new foe before him. The idea of dealing with a cursed treasure chest isn't new. Nor is it that it's happening while still in broad daylight.
No, it's the fact that he can't really kill this thing in a few blows like he's gotten used to doing over the years. And even when he and his companion(s) do finally take it down, he's still grumbling as he's sheathing his blade. "...feels like I'm 14 again..." This, mind you, is coming from a guy in his mid-40s.