on Inkbunny for this piece based on my Final Fantasy 14 character. She had an incredibly reasonable price and did a very good job with the design even with just a couple screenshots.
----- L'eonn sighed and wiped the sweat from his brow, the heat in Thanalan bearing down on him as it always did. Granted, his darker leather attire didn't help as much as he had hoped. The dark hooded vest and shorts kept him nice and nimble just as he always liked, though perhaps he should have opted for shorter boots in spite of how much he liked the look. Still, it could be worse... If he decided to be a gladiator he would be making this run in full plate armor. He looked back to the missive in his pocket, a contract he took from the adventurer's guild to deliver some item or other.
"Of course I just had to agree to meet out in the middle of the desert...."
This certainly was not his first job in the guild, or even the hundredth. With matters of the realm more or less calm and no longer on the brink of another apocalypse at least for now, he had gone back to his old job as an adventurer. Sure, not the most stable form of employment, but since leaving the L tribe and the rather controlling nunh behind he always had a sense of wanderlust that wouldn't let him settle down. Of course... getting roped into the Scions of the Seventh Dawn wasn't exactly what he had planned to do with his life, but it was a fun ride.
Soon enough he arrived at the appointed destination, seeing no one had arrived yet to meet him... Given L'eonn hadn't been too keen on coming out to the middle of the desert himself, he figured his client had been dragging his feet to delay the trek as much as he could. Without knowing just where the client lived, he was seemingly stuck waiting for the Twelve know how long before they might show. With this in mind, he settled in the shade of a cliff to get a bit of a nap. Of course, there was always some risks when staying outside of the settlements for a length of time....
Three Amaljaa approached the sleeping lightly dozing miqote and poked him with the blunt end of his spear. With a groan, L'eonn opened a single eye and gauged the three. While he wasn't exactly well versed in the traits of the Amaljaa, the three looked decently young. Damn. They are really out of their depth...
"Fleshling, surrender to us and we will take you to our camp alive. If you struggle, we will capture you anyway and make you a sacrifice for Lord Ifrit." L'eonn couldn't help but smirk a bit to himself. Yeah, like that worked out for him last time...
"Yeah... about that." The Miqote slowly began to sit up, still in a fairly comfortable place. "It isn't the first time you guys tried to capture me. I think you might be having a teensy bit of memory loss if you don't remember how that turned out. Perhaps I should demonstrate..." Flipping up onto his hands he kicked the spear aside before his other foot collided with the first Amaljaa's face, the large reptilian creature spinning backwards from the blow and into the sand. With the other two surprised by the attack the adventurer spun to his feet and brandished a pair of metal plated gloves on his hands, a stomach blow to the second Amaljaa doubling it over before he delivered a knee strike to it's chin. The creature crumpled to the ground as the third Amaljaa finally got it's wits together enough to try firing an arrow at their prey, missing the mark by a wide margin due to his shattered nerves. L'eonn smirked to the last attacker.
"Do you REALLY want to keep going, or do you want to run back to your village and forget all about this?" Another arrow missing him by a solid couple feet was the reply. "Fine, have it your way." The miqote cracked his knuckles with a smirk growing wider. May as well have some fun with these two tempered....
----- It was another good half an hour later before a small Lalafell in expensive robes finally crested the nearby hill, seeing the aftermath of the battle that had unfolded. He soon ran over as fast as his legs would allow, in spite of the rather exquisite cloth getting dusted by sand. "My boy! Are you alright? These Amaljaa have been harassing people as of late."
L'eonn chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "Nah, don't worry about it. Honestly it was the most interesting part of this job so far. Anyway, here is your package." L'eonn pulled out a large bundle from his bag, handing it to the merchant. "Thank you my boy! I have been looking forward to this order from the tailors." The Lalafell unwrapped the bundle to reveal... another robe.... of the same color and design as the one he the client was wearing. "Its just shocking how long those tailors in the guild can take sometime!... Erm... are you alright lad?"
L'eonn, having walked for a solid few hours through the desert, was left waiting at the meeting place for another half hour, fought off three Amaljaa raiders, and then had to wait even longer, just to deliver a glorified smock, felt his brow twitching rather erratically. ".... You DO know you could just have a chokobo porter deliver this, right?...."
----- Thank the Twelve for teleportation magic.... It made the trip back to the Quicksand far more enjoyable as he sat down at the bar. He still had some trouble with not thunking his head on the bar as Momodi stepped over. With a sigh she got a glass of beer and brought it up onto the bar counter. "Another inane request from the guild?..."
L'eonn stayed silent for a solid minute, downed the beer in one go, and placed the now empty mug on the bar. "Apparently, wealthy merchants get a bit mixed up on who is the mailman and who is the champion of Eorzea. Only saving grace is he paid well... Seems I keep getting requests like these since getting back into adventuring." He slumped forward, his pert rear sticking out from the bar stool to the gazes of some of the other members of the tavern enjoying the cute eye candy.
Momodi looked to the side and quietly muttered to herself. "If only you knew why those clients ask for you by name..."
----- And there you have it, a surprisingly non-smut entrance piece for my second OC: L'eonn Tia. PLEASE HOLD THE ROTTEN TOMATOES! This is partly so I have a non-smut discord avatar that is unique to me. I PROMISE the next piece with him will be nice and smutty, taking place in the Beehive in Eulmore even. (For those of you not in the know, think casual walk in stripper joint and sex club for all flavors of debauchery.) Take care all and stay horny my friends.
