Living Island

Kupo! Now that I have become quite the proficient master of this technological contraption, it appears that I am finally able to make contact with all of you residents out here in the jungle!

Greetings! I am Stiltzkin, Traveling Moogle Extraordinaire, purveyor of rare artifacts and powerful weapons that have…um…gone missing for the current moment. Alas, it is a most precarious predicament I have been stationed in; but I am handling the loss with amazing grace! Apparently going into a cave that says: “DANGER! DO NOT ENTER!” was not my most brilliant of plans. But on a happier note, it seems that I have crossed uncharted lands outside of Gaia, Shella, or The World That Never Was. Strange place, that last one. To a nomadic Moogle like myself, this place opens up a whole new world of opportunities and rare items to bring back and sell! Oh the profits! I can see them now, and it has my tiny antennae in a giddy tizzy, KUPO!

It appears, however, that I am to encounter quite the array of volatile beasts along my treacherous journey! Already I have been made a portable to-go snack of a flock of fawns who found my tush plump and tasty. Kupow! All the fur is gone from my tiny behind. Nothing more than a stump of bitten skin and tail remain at the moment. I feel strangely violated by the actions of said carnivorous deer. But this shall not deter me from my mission at hand.

Some of you I have already made acquaintances with; but my methods have been to always know the clientele that I am working with along with their shopping wants and needs. So if you would be so kind as to introduce yourself as well, I would be most appreciative of the gesture!

On a separate note: Does anyone have any sound shelter for me to stay in for the night and rest my sore little bum before I go back out again? I fear I might be made the snack of yet another hungry creature should I let my guard down at night without my proper supplies that usually kept me hidden from sight. Kupo!