#Lalafell Invasion

[dany-elwen-ffxiv]

Daughter, Broken

For as long as I can remember, it had always just been me and my mother. We left Dalmasca when I was just a toddler; my earliest memory is the endless pairs of eyes that stared as Viera settled in Mor Dhona. I remember seeing Lalafell for the first time - and I remember being terrified of them.

I remember my mother carrying me into our little home.

And I remember her keeping the curtains closed always.

I always wondered about those curtains, but I never dared ask. It wasn't like I never ventured outside - I was outside and among the citizens of Revenant's Toll constantly. We were there to help them after the Garlean invasion...and then stayed to help after the Calamity. My mother had always rolled up her sleeves. She was easy to pick out in a crowd, and everyone knew us by our names.

And yet those curtains always stayed closed.

Two years ago, she began to get sick. I cannot begin to describe how terrible it was for me to witness her decline; the strong, powerful woman I had always looked up to, with black hair down to her knees and bright blue eyes. The most beautiful person I had ever known, selfless yet quiet.

She began to forget things.

First it was just a thing here and there. Forgetting her coinpurse before going to the market, and having to leave the groceries at the stall. Things like that.

But then she began to forget names. People we saw every day would wave hello, and she would wave back, and then whisper to me, "What's their name again?"

People we had known for years. The entirety of a decade in that town. She had forgotten their names.

Her eyes became fearful as she began to realize what was happening. She thought it was an aether sickness - something maybe a conjurer could cure. She traveled to Old Gridania, begging the help of the Conjurer's Guild, but she left with no answers and even more confusion.

Upon her return, she collapsed in the doorway through which she had carried me a decade before. And as I helped her into bed, I knew she would never leave that bed again.

The memory loss was only part of the sickness - her hands became frail and weak, and her eyes and skin turned a vile shade of yellow.

And through it all, I cared for her, bathing her, and nursing her - I hoped - back to health. But as my mother grew sicker, the medicine man in Revenant's Toll, a kind Hyur man named Brigar, urged me to switch tactics and instead just keep her as comfortable as possible.

My heart was broken. For three months, I cried myself to sleep every single night. I would cling to her in the bed, smelling her hair and trying to remember everything about her, even as she began to forget who I was.

Her death broke me more than I can describe. Not only was I without a mother, but I was without my closest friend - the only person who anchored me to Eorzea. The only companion I'd ever had.

I was not only heartbroken. I was lost.

And she hadn't even been murdered. The land of Mor Dhona was ripe with mortal dangers, and for years it had been a fear that Revenant's Toll would simply collapse in fire and blood. But that fate had never come for Yyelexi Elwen. Instead, she was slaughtered by her own body, her spirit gone forever.

Somehow I managed to sell the house and stumble to Sharlayan in search of employment and purpose, but my heart longs for true belonging. Not just a job, but love.

Adoration.

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #viera #wol #character art #character design #ffxiv rp #ffxivic #ffxivrp #roleplay #gposers #gpose #ffxiv gpose #ff14 gpose #final fantasy gpose #ffxiv viera

[holiday-in-eorzea]

Bitter Medicine

Morning light crossed my eyes, as I awoke within the common room of the Quicksand. Folks around me were already setting about their business, or were choosing to rest for longer, each being careful as to not disturb others too much as they passed through the room. I stretched before rising, and made myself ready to start another day. Finding a private moment, I attempted to planeswalk again, hoping that whatever force was keeping me here had subsided, but to no avail. It was not like the influence of the Immortal Sun during the invasion of Ravnica, this was as though I had no ability at all. No fading away, no pull of the soul, nothing. If I couldn’t feel that energy within that indicated my spark, the source of my power and abilities, I would believe that I had never had such a gift. Resigned, I made my way to the bar, and set about obtaining a morning meal. Momodi, to my surprise was already hard at work. I wondered if the woman ever rested, as she walked over.

“Well, younglin', how are you findin' our fine Ul'dah, then? Got your bearin's about you yet? If so, mayhap it's time you ventured beyond the city walls. The bustlin' streets of UI'dah are one thing, but the wilds of Thanalan - that's another altogether.”

“Somewhat, yes. Though I didn’t get much of an opportunity to wander last night.”

Momodi laughed. “Unless you’re one of them that walk in their sleep, I hear you. Mind, I’m not kickin’ you out or naught, but I know a bloke you might fancy speakin' to, and he you. Name of Papashan, You'll find him over at the UI'dah Dispatch Yard. No doubt he'll have some work for you.” She pointed towards the main entrance of the building. “The Dispatch Yard's over in central Thanalan. Just head out the door across the hall and you'll see the Gate of Nald staring right back at you. Pass through it and head east. You'll come upon it 'fore long.” Her face took on a serious look. “There's dangers beyond the wall, though. More than I'd care to count. Nothin' too terrible, mind you, but feisty enough to attack if you draw near. Don't say nobody cared enough to warn you.”

I nodded. “Thank you for the warning, and for all your hospitality so far. Should I have the coin, I will assuredly return to this fine establishment.”

Momodi smiled broadly and winked. “See that you do!”

The morning sun was bright and warm. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the difference in light, but it was nothing I was not used to; from what I had seen thus far, Ul’dah was similar in weather to my home plane of Melenas, though it was a close call for which had more greenery.

Indeed, across from the Quicksand, a large open gate stood. The very same gate I had entered through on my arrival via wagon. Next to the gate, a Lalafell man stood next to one of the riding birds I had witnessed, adorned in a costume designed to emulate their appearance. As I approached, the man shook his head, and held out a hand.

“If you came looking to hire a chocobo porter, I’m afraid I must disappoint you. Our birds are very fickle creatures, and tend to become agitated around those with a certain lack of demeanor. Return once you have proven you can handle yourself, and I will personally see that you are assigned our best bird.”

“Sorry? Ah, I was just curious about these birds in general. You called them ‘chocobo’?”

The man gave a confused look; one I had started to become familiar with. It was the look of someone who was encountering an abnormality; I should clearly know this already in his eyes.

“Yes, these are chocobo. And normally, you could find an attendant in practically any city in a similar uniform to hire one to assist in traversing the open plains of Eorzea. But... where did you say you were from?”

I cleared my throat hurriedly, knowing I had made another misstep. “Um, I didn’t actually. I’m new in town, you see. First time to Ul’dah.”

“And they don’t have...?” Luckily, the man was cut off by another who presented a paper to him, and he left to attend to saddling one of the birds, the chocobo, to serve the newcomer. I took the momentary distraction to slip away. Mentally, I cursed myself. This was exactly the kind of thing the tomestone was meant to be for; finding out information without the need to show my hand to others. Too many innocents had been exposed to the scope of the Multiverse before, and I wasn’t about to increase that number, if I could help it. The knowledge of the existence of other worlds could be harmful to some people, if they couldn’t accept or understand the idea.

Remembering I had promised to return to the guildhall, I made my way through the already bustling streets of the city to the Coliseum. As I parted the imposing door to the entrance, I all but collided with a Lalafell, as she attempted to exit at the same time. If not for the height difference, it might have ended another way.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” I asked. Aside from a fresh amount of dust on her clothing, signifying her as a guild member, she appeared no worse for wear.

“Aye, I’m fine. But you-” She paused from dusting herself off and squinted slightly at my face. “You’re Liya, right?”

“Um... yes? That’s me. Sorry.”

“I was just sent to fetch you for the guildmaster, so my thanks for making my job easier! She’s expecting you.” The woman waved a hand gesturing to follow. The guildmaster herself maintained her watch over the training pit, but had also taken a larger blade to oil and sharpen the edge.

“Good that you return, Liya, though it is somewhat a shame you chose to do so in the early morn, rather than the evening. Not many would welcome letting loose when there is much of the day ahead.” Mylla gave a look of resignation and weariness towards me. I got the impression an amount of people were looking forward to the excuse of the freeing attitude a welcoming party might consist of, and I imagined the guildmaster had her share of worries to put aside, even for a moment.

“I apologise, guildmaster. The hour grew late despite me, and by the end of my errand for Miss Momodi, the toll of our exercise and the day prior asked that I take a rest before rejoining you and your companions.” I bowed my head, hoping the sincerity would be evident.

“Our companions, gladiator. Remember well, you are welcomed here among our number.” Mylla flashed an accepting smile as I raised my head to face her. “Jovialities aside, there is much to be done before you could count yourself a master of the art. You may have exceeded my expectations in our match, but rest assured there will be far greater challenges to come. If you wish to truly master the sword, you must test yourself against a wide variety of foes. To this end, I present to you this hunting log.” She moved over to the guildhall wall, and pulled a leather-bound tome from a small shelf, along with a wax-coated stick of charcoal, before handing them to me.

“It contains information on creatures ideal for a gladiator-in-training. You will doubtless gain valuable experience should you seek out and slay them. It is only with such practice that you will recognize and eliminate the deficiencies in your technique. Feel free to mark the pages as you see fit, and should your insights prove educational, they will be added to the pages of future logs. We all benefit when one does.”

I turned the charcoal in my hands; it felt vastly different to the sticks I had used in a number of lives before, but I held my tongue. Already I had made missteps I was not keen to repeat. Mylla spoke again, refocusing my attention.

“I will now instruct you on another fundamental aspect of what it means to be a gladiator: commanding an opponent's attention. As gladiators, we are trained to engage enemies at close range, weathering their attacks as we deliver our own. This is where some of your skills lie. However, there are times when we must do battle alongside allies whose talents are not the same as our own. In such a situation, your role is not to slay the enemy in front of you, but rather to defend the man beside you. We do this by eliciting the enmity of our opponents through attacks and techniques designed to incite their hatred. Whoever oversaw your training prior knew of these skills, but evidently chose to focus on other areas.”

Once more, my thoughts returned to the past, and the morning sun of Tarkir; the Khan of the Abzan instructing on the traditional forms.

“You must learn to draw the enemy's attention to yourself and to trust in your stout constitution to endure, In so doing, you protect your weaker comrades who would otherwise perish. To help you better understand this, there is a task I would have you perform.”

“Of course, guildmaster.”

“Just Mylla is fine. We are all brothers and sisters in arms, so it would not do to be constantly so far above when battle is done shoulder-to-shoulder. Regardless, it just so happens that Momodi of the Quicksand has requested our assistance—a gang of Lominsan marauders has paraded into town and begun harassing people outside her establishment. We recieved the dispatch not long afore your arrival, and in fact I had tasked a messenger to seek you out.”

“Not that I am not honoured, but surely others are equally capable, if not more so?”

”First, many here have already practiced these techniques in their training, having come to us with less ability than you displayed prior. Second, commanding focused attention is a deficiency I noted during our contest that you would be well served to learn and master. And finally, I am your guildmaster, and if you wish to remain here, you would do well to heed instruction when it is given.”

I could feel my face grow warm, as nearby onlookers witnessed this public dressing-down. “Yes guildmaster, sorry.”

Mylla waved her hand dismissively. “There is no need for apologies, Liya. You came to learn, and part of my role is to teach. What good would it do to turn away promising recruits for such trifles? But as for these marauders, men like these prey on the weak, but will turn tail and flee at the first sign of defiance. You need not resort to violence - it will suffice to show them that you are not afraid of them, and will not tolerate their behavior.”

I nodded. Regrettably, I had encountered such instigators across many worlds.

Mylla continued. “Seek out the Lominsans and make your presence known by bellowing, 'Face me, marauder!' In this way, you will protect the people of Ul'dah, as you would your allies in battle.”

“And if they fight back?”

“They won’t. But if they choose such a ridiculous option, provisions have been taken care of so as to free you from potential problems with the Brass Blades. Now, go and show those Lominsans what a Gladiator looks like!”

I gave a quick salute, adjusted my scabbard, and exited into the oppressive heat of the day.

Returning to the Quicksand, I rather quickly spotted the marauders Mylla had informed me about. About as wide as they were tall, several men, or Roegadyn as the Tomestone informed me, with broad axes strapped to their backs, each wearing salt-dried leathers and loose cotton clothing, had dispersed around the main promenade. I took a deep breath, and firmed up my posture before approaching the closest. The marauder had cornered a young lady, who was glancing around in fright, eager for an escape.

“Alls I’m saying, is ye don’t know what yer missin’. I know ‘ow to treat a girl right, an’ you can show me ‘round ‘fore takin’ me home an’ all.”

‘Pardon me,” I said, trying my best to reach up and tap the man on his shoulder.

He turned around, and gave a brief look towards me, before sneering dismissively “...Just turn around an' walk away, 'venturer.” Steadfast, I refused to budge.

“Are ye deaf? Get lost!” He began to turn back to the young lady.

“Excuse me! I was talking to you!” I grabbed his arm, and pulled him back towards me.

“The 'ells is yer problem!? Maybe she likes 'er men rough! What're ye s'posed to be, 'er bleedin' lady-in-waitin'!?” He squared up, posturing, but noticed the blade at my hip. Suddenly, that bravado retreated. He gave a look over his shoulder at the lady, before returning his attention to me.

“Bah. It don't matter, ye've gone an' spoiled the mood...” The marauder walked off, taking the extra step to leave space as to not even touch me. I watched as he made his way towards the other districts before turning to the young lady.

“Are you alright?” I asked. She nodded gratefully.

“T- thank you. He... wouldn’t take no for an answer, and I got so scared I couldn’t even move.”

“It’s okay now. Just make sure you get home safe, alright?”

She nodded again. “I will. Thank you again.” She ran down the steps leading to the Quicksand’s doors, fixing her top as she went.

“Ye think ye can get away wit’ this!?” A roar of anger from further down the street pulled my attention, and I walked over. Another of the marauders was towering over a merchant beside an overturned cart, a variety of crafted trinkets scattered to the ground.

“What’s going on here?” I called out on approach. The Roegadyn glanced over his shoulder at me.

“The 'ells ye want? This don't concern ye, so bugger off!”

"You know, I think it will concern me in a second.” I assumed my stance, ready to draw my blade if necessary. The marauder turned, seeming ready to continue the argument, before taking in the scene. I could see the quick mental arithmetic running through his head before he took a step backwards.

“Ye know yer friend 'ere's a Twelve-damned cheat!? Thinks 'e can charge us more 'cause we're foreigners! But 'e'll get 'is own back, mark me words!” The marauder shot a dark look towards the merchant before retreating along the street, following the same path his fellow had taken.

I helped the merchant to his feet. “Here, let me give you a hand.” Between the two of us, we managed to right the cart, and retrieve most of the trinkets. He was visibly shaken, but seemed to be recovering quickly.

“I appreciate your intercession there.” he said.

“Just doing the right thing. You have a good day, and look after yourself.”

“Can I interest you, while you’re here, in a lovely brooch or pendant?” The merchant held up a brass piece of work, dusting it off slightly.

I had to hand it to the man; always hunting for the next sale is one of the primary tenants of the merchant life. “Ha, no thank you. I have business elsewhere and shouldn’t linger.”

He gave a flashy smile. “Worth a try at least. My thanks again.”

I mopped my brow. The temperature had increased since I had left the guildhall. I could see why so much of the open space here was as shaded as it was. A shrill yelp drove that thought from my mind as I followed the sound. Sure enough, another of the Lominsan marauders. This time, they had an arm leaned against a wall, intimidating a Lalafell man, standing in a way to suggest violence if he ran.

“Come on now, just let him go. It’s too warm for either of us to be doing this.” I said, my breath coming slightly harder than before. The marauder looked over, barely taking his eyes off his victim.

“Bugger off! Can't ye see I'm 'avin' a civilized conversation with this poxy whoreson!?”

“What did you call me?” the Lalafell piped up. The marauder growled, and the man squeaked and fell silent.

“There’s no need for this. But if you insist on this path, I’m afraid you will be contending with me.” I said, trying to remain calm with an even tone. The marauder tried to fake a lunge at me, but the previous encounters had established they wouldn’t dare try anything against an armed individual of unknown skill.

“What? Ye blamin' me 'cause this little shite shat 'is own pants!? Well, bugger 'im, an' bugger you, too!” He puffed himself up, but then carefully extracted himself from the scene, giving me a wide berth. I was starting to think this was more about building confidence than martial practice.

“I’m fine, by the way!” the Lalafell exclaimed as I watched the marauder leave for peace of mind.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want him to come back?” I replied, still watching the retreating Roegadyn.

“Eep! N-no, assuredly not! A thousand pardons, my lady!” the Lalafell begged, as he scurried away.

I hoped that was the end of them, until I heard a cry of pain and the sound of splintering wood. Tucked into a private corner, just off the main street, yet another marauder was harassing an average citizen, though this encounter had turned violent. A man was lying in amongst the pieces of broken boxes, cradling an arm.

“Ye gots a lot o' nerve, thinkin' ye can talk to me like that!” The marauder yelled, stepping back to deliver a kick to the man’s ribs.

“HEY!” I cried out, sword drawn, all but throwing myself in the way, causing the marauder to hesitate. “If it’s a fight you want, then just try me!”

The marauder raised his hands. “Oi, come on now, 'e was disrespectin' me proud Sea Wolf 'eritage!” He paused to spit on the ground, aiming towards me enough that I could tell it was trying to intimidate, but far enough that he had no intention of pushing forward with the idea. “Fine, I'll leave the bastard be, but we ain't finished!”

“Leave. Now.” I pivoted to the aggressive form I had been taught, preparing to strike, but the marauder took the out I had left, and swiftly withdrew from the scene.

I carefully helped the man up, taking particular care of the arm, which looked broken. “Do you need assistance in getting some help for that?”

Through gritted teeth and clear pain, the man shook his head. “Nay, I’ll be right. I can get to the Alchemist’s guild an' have this taken care of, right quick. He attempted a smile, but it was swiftly twisted into a grimace of pain.”

“No, I’ll get some help for you. Just hold on.” I ran towards the aetheryte plaza, and enlisted the aid of one of the Brass Blades, who helped the injured man off the street.

Looking around, I couldn’t see or hear any further distractions, so I could call this a job done. That was, until a breaking of glass and a yell came from inside the Quicksand. I sighed, but climbed the stairs to investigate.

#mtg oc #fanwalker #ffxiv rp #Liya al-Amundi #long post #fiction

[vergess]

Race dynamics in Eorzea (canon) are so wild because they're fundamentally different from race dynamics in Eorzea (player space).

Like, Mi'qote are the lowest rung on the racial ladder in Eorzea proper, being regularly regarded as invasive pests (seen as ala mhigans in Gridania and Ul'dah) and or kidnapped for sex trafficking (Limsa, especially the ACN quests).

Meanwhile Elezen are the top of the social ladder in most places, with Lalafell being a second contender due primarily to Ul'dah. With Roe and Hyur occupying a middle space.

Well, that and Au'ra in Eorzea being an extinct people who were all killed or driven out to existing aura territories in the east.

But then the actual player experience is so Miqo heavy, not just because of Miqo being the most common player race, but also because major recurring characters are often Miqo and also everyone is so desperately in love with G'raha and/or catboys, nyanbinary kitties, catgirls etc in general.

It's very easy to fully and completely forget.

#I'm not even getting into viera #The whole situation with rabbits being a type of insect in this world #meaning that viera are the ONLY existing creature with that kind of ears #Until loporrits #Hence how weirded out everyone was by that when viera and loporrits talk #Makes the entire Gold Saucer uniform into a VERY weird situation #Because Viera aren't as far as I can tell a particularly maligned race in game #Not in the way that miqo and aura are #So like what does that say about the uniform is the playbunny outfit like #With it's hyperbolic emphasis on being UNIVERSAL FOR ALL ETC #An attempt to replace the most identifiable racial feature #That being cat ears and dragon horns #With a more dramatic and silhouette altering alternative? #I mean OBVIOUSLY NOT #It's OBVIOUSLY just because it's hot and Godbert Manderville doesn't understand nudity #BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #IMAGINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #FFXIV #I'm on my painkillers again lads

[lexicals]

Tried ffxiv again, put my man in a silly hat & bore witness to some kind of lalafell invasion

#wastepaper basket #I turned and my game went HRRK and then suddenly. Horde of lalafell #I'm lv10 now!

[romanos-photo-album]

Screenshots from Denmo’s Lalafell Invasion Charity Stream!

This was super fun!

#ffxiv #lalafell invasion #midgardsormr #mcstronghuge

[ashthewarlock]

some screenshots from the lala march :D

#ffxiv #Lalafell Invasion #ffxiv adventures

[bloodsworn-marshal]

[[ Participated in the Ul’dah Invasion! My squadron happened to be a large number of flames, a hidden adventurer, and...a very chaotic moogle ]]

#ffxiv #lalafell #ul'dah invasion #rp event

[blorbos-of-the-7th-dawn]

Current list of ocs:

Kordelia Bloefiswyn/ Merlbryda Eynzahrwyn: Rogaedyn woman, lancer, dancer, culinarian, fisher, and dyslexic. 23 years old at the time of ARR and 7'9" tall. In a polyamorous triad with Urianger and Moenbryda, and will have three children: Moenbryda jr. Estinien jr. And Bismark. Only daughter of Admiral Merlwyb Bloefiswyn and Eynzahr Slafyrsyn (so far). She uses the fake name Kordelia Bloefiswyn while adventuring in order to help hide the fact that her parents are married (because fraternization), and uses Kordelia to prevent confusion with people dealing with her first name vs. Her mother's first name. She spent several years of her youth working at the Bismark, first as a waitress then as a cook, and has both passion and talent for cooking. She uses nicknames for just about everyone, usually related to how she sees their personality. During the Dragoon questline, she and Estinien become sworn siblings due to their ability to both be the Azure Dragoon, and proceeded to be even closer as brother and sister as time went on.

Regana Shielde: hyur woman, Paladin, gunbreaker, and Armorer. She 39 years old, hails from Ala Mhigo, and is the younger sister of Raubahn Aldynn with a 5 year age gap. As a young woman, Regana was infatuated with Ilberd (listen what other options were there in that village) and he even proposed to her shortly before the Garlean invasion. She took the pseudonym of Shielde to keep herself and her adopted sons Arenvald and Meteor, whom she adopted after they were each orphaned, from being arrested too. After she fled Ala Mhigo to Thanalan, Regana worked as an armorer to support herself and her sons, usually serving other refugees or traveling merchants. She dates and marries Thancred, adopts Ryne and has twins with him.

Toshasha Tosha: Lalafell woman, 20 years old, Warrior, Dark Knight, and Weaver. She served as Nanamo Ul Namo's Lady-in-Waiting for most of her life under the guidance of her mother, Gashasha Gasha the Lady-in-Waiting of the previous Sultana, until Raubahn noticed her looking at the soldiers training, and sent her away to learn how to fight so she could also serve as Nanamo's bodyguard. Dates and marries Pipin Tarupin, and has a son named Lilirya Ul Nanarya. Toshasha and Nanamo considered each other sisters because they grew up together, and during Heavensward it is revealed that they are half siblings and Toshasha is a member of the royal family, making her Toshasha Ul Tosha, 18th in the line of Ul. Tataru is her cousin, on her mother's side.

R'osi Tia: Miqo'te trans man, black mage, red mage, and alchemist with the voice of Puss in Boots. Dating G'raha Tia. He also has the Allagan eye, but as the left eye and passed down through the maternal line. He was raised almost entirely by his mother, R'shakkal Nulah as she worked as a dyemaker and colorist. After the events of the Crystal Tower raids, R'osi was so affected by G'raha's sacrifice that he sewed his Allagan eye shut, and it remained that way until the end of Shadowbringers. After the end of Shadowbringers he looses his left arm and it is replaces with a magical prosthetic made out of crystal from the Crystal Tower.

Akimune Daito: Au Ra man, Scholar, Samurai, and Goldsmith. He hails from Doma and is the adopted son of Gosetsu and foster brother of Hien, sent away to Eorzea by Hien just before his first rebellion attempt. Dated Cid Garlond, then they decided they were better off friends. Later dates Estinien. He adopts a little au ra baby girl that he names Yachiyo Daito, in order to honor Gosetsu after a certain event in Stormblood. Later he and Estinien have several other children named Gosetsu Jr. , Alberic Jr. , Ysale Jr. And Tsuyu.

Valljan Rawbewesfv: Viera man, 69 years old at the start of A Realm Reborn, 5'9, a White Mage, Sage, and leatherworker hailing from the village of Huin. He has albinism, often stays out of the sun to prevent burns and has to wear glasses due to his poor eyesight. He informally adopted Alphinaud and Alisaie upon meeting them, and during the Coils of Bahamut raids Louisouix Leveilleur officially names him their guardian. Valljan proceeds to adopt several more children upon his journey, very exasperated that everyone keeps leaving their children out where anyone can get to them! Eventually forms a polycule with Ameliance and Fourchenalt, although it takes a while for Valljan to warm up to the latter.

Rivienne Haillienarte: Duskwight Elezen woman, Bard, Machinist, and Carpenter. Has a polyamorous marriage with Hauchefant and Aymeric. She was raised by her hermit parents in a hidden corner of the Black Shroud. Her father, named Paulemont, was a son of House Haillienarte from Ishgard that was the only survivor of a dragon attack. He was nursed to health by a Duskwight woman named Selaine in the Black Shroud, and then married her and they had Rivienne. Shortly after he recovered, he knew that he'd already been gone long enough to be executed for desertion by Ishgard, so just stayed in the Shroud. Rivienne has one son named Dacien Fortemps, and one daughter named Celestine Fortemps. She has a very odd personality, her social skills being a strange mix between nonexistent and that of a high-born Ishgardian lady. Her friends growing up were just the Sylphs and the occasional moogle, and occasionally uses some of their speech patterns. She's also a bimbo (affectionate).

And I have a lady Hrothgar planned, her name will be Svantovit. All I know about her is she's badass, will kick your ass, loves Y'shtola and has a harem of Hrothgar dudes oh and her jobs will be Pugulist, Astrologian, and Blacksmith.

Origin Awakened/ Persephone: Persephone is the daughter of Hades/Emet-Selch and Hythlodeus. She was a small child during the First Final Days, and when Hydaelyn Sundered the world she shielded young Persephone from it, hiding her in the Aetherial Sea and keeping her in a coma. Unfortunately an unintended side-effect of being in a coma for thousands of years in the Aetherial Sea is that she lost most of her memories.

In her sleep, however, she found the sundered shards of her aunts and uncles, aka other members of the Convocation, and shaped them to what felt right based off of what little she did remember. In doing so, he tied pieces of his own soul to them, and was able to watch the story of their adventures through their eyes. This also tied the 8 warriors of light's souls to each other, and in the events before Shadowbringers they could feel a huge gaping hole when one by one they were summoned to the First. Once the last 4 arrived in the First, the painful lack was no longer there, and the Eight were able to start using their connection now that they were aware of it. However, it wasn't until they and the Scions arrived in Amaurot that Origin (as she named herself from making the Warriors of Light) woke up. He realized that the city felt right, felt like home, that the shades calling him child was familiar but he didn't know how. She accidentally possessed the Eight, and wandered around the recreated city in a daze until Emet-Selch was confronted.

At that point Origin asked him what she was. If she was an Ascian like him. She had wandered the city and listened to the shades talk about creation magic, and look at what she had made! She didn't even know she really existed as a part of the world before seeing the city, so what was she?

Naturally, Emet-selch freaks the fuck out and now that she is possessing the Eight he can see her soul, rather than just traces of her soul on the edges of their shards. He asks her if she knows her name, and she answers Origin. And he tells her that her name is Persephone. They argue for a while, with Emet-Selch trying to convince her to join him and give up R'osi so they can bring her mother and her home back. Origin refuses, as the world as it is now is what she knows, loves, and remembers.

Origin bips back to the Source to steal a Solus clone so he doesn't have to keep possessing the Eight, and comes back to the First to help them fight Hades. In his last moments, he hands his daughter his mask and asks her to remember them.

Origin paints the mask purple and wears it in his honor, and forges weapons made of his auracite. She adopts his signature snap, and starts being a much more active member of the Scions and working with the Warriors of Light.

#ffxiv oc #ffxiv oc x canon #ffxiv ocs #ffxiv #ffxiv viera #ffxiv miqo'te #platonic oc x canon #gosetsu #leveilleur twins #raubahn aldynn #aymeric de borel #Hauchefant #urianger augurelt #g'raha tia #nanamo ul namo #thancred x wol

[sarenhale]

If you are still taking asks about FFXIV OCs then I want to tell you about Baerin! She is an Au Ra Raen who was rescued from Doma during the Garlean invasion.

She lived in Ul'dah with a family of Lalafels who adopted her and treated her as their own. She always caused problems for the city guard and was always in trouble because she was restless and wanted to explore the world. Raubahn in particular had to scold her often, but this made him see her as more of a daughter figure and she saw him as a fatherly figure.

She got her wish and traveled to Gridania and took up the bow. Wanting to help people and adventure she eventually joined the Scions and the rest is history.

Adoptive family of Lalafels!! AAAH!!! My character Arihel was adopted by a Lalafel too, this is so cool! I love Lalafel so much...

I really like the idea of Raubahn being a protective father figure for her, and imagining her upbringing in Ul'dah! It's such an interesting city to imagine your character's story in, and I can't help but imagine how cool it would be to see a Raen growing to be familiar with the city and its new territory.

#ty for sharing!!!! i love me more au ra raised in eorzea! #answered #ffxiv

[eti-mun]

So a big reason I’ve yet mention about why i love Final Fantasy XIV so much is how many powerful female characters there are. Like legit, a majority of the most powerful figures are women. And they’re beautiful women at that!

I’mma go on a small rant because omg i really wanna talk about this but TL/DR: As a woman, it is very refreshing not seeing the “ ‘ugly’ woman is the smartest and most powerful but a very loose side character/plot point while prettiest is dumb Save-Me! damsel in distress ” trope in a video game for the first time in a very long while HEAVY Spoilers for Realm Reborn - Stormblood ( Because i havn’t fully started Shadowbringers yet )

so ok lets just dive right in. FFXIV has AMAZING female characters. Its not often you see gorgeous and strong characters but hot damn does ffxiv have them. And powerful in more than just the “Fight me m8″ sense. We’ll start with Nanamo

Nanamo is the Sultana of Ul’dah, but was thrown into the crown at a strikingly young age due to the death of her parents. She feels very deeply for her kingdom and the citizens and fights hard for them, rich or poor, only to be limited and puppetted by the syndicate. After a very fun time being stuck in a near death coma caused by people of said syndicate, she matures very quickly, this only 21 year old taking charge on her own feet and fighting even harder for the good of everyone, even going so far as to allow her prominent right hand man Raubahn to stay within the rings of the now independent Ala Mhigo. Next the Elder Seedseer, Kan-E-Senna

While she does not play huge roles in  the story, she is still a very imposing force.A compassionate leader of Gridania, but very firm with her choices and views with magic powerful enough to, with the help of her siblings, apparently bring back a person lost in the Aether between the living and spirit worlds like, what the fuck lady Finally of the three we have Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn

Oh my good god. Nanamo and Kan-E-Senna were powerful and pretty but here we are with Powerful, Buff woman but she clearly does not lose her feminism.  Limsa Lominsa’s leader, she is steadfast and steel willed. I mean there really isn’t much to say about this lady she’s just the perfect strong female character Stepping into your fellow scions, we have some amazing allies, starting with Lyse, a monk who plays a prominent role in leading a huge resistance in fighting for Ala Mhigo’s freedom against the Imperial invasion.

Y’shtola who doesn’t even NEED an introduction as being one of the most bad ass, silver tongued but extremely wise healers I’ve ever had the pleasure to see.

Next up is Alisaie, a fucking red mage of all things. She’s gone throughout the first two parts of the game as you venture with her (much more scholarly) twin brother Alphinaud, but once you hit post heavensword, she steps in, she steps in HARD, and she does not hesitate to make her presence known to her enemies.

And I even wanna give a shoutout to our little accountant and, honestly, the glue that keeps us together, everyone’s favorite little sassy, clothing making, bottle juggling lalafel, Tataru! Without her encouragement, I really doubt the Scions would have the strength to keep fighting together like they do.

Going into some other ones, first there’s Moenbryda

Much like Merlwyb, she is a very strong lady. But her braun isn’t the only thing about her! She is extremely intelligent, and was the first to finally figure out how to effectively defeat the asciens for good!

There’s also Lady Iceheart, Ysayle

Leader of a rebellion and summoner of Saint Shiva all in the name of trying to put an end to the thousand year long Dragonsong War. As misguided as she was, it was her along with the WOL that helped get Hraesvelgr to act and get the wheels turning for the epic finale of Heavensward. And even stepping into the area of the antagonists, Yotsuyu!

An extraordinarily complex character with an extraordinarily complex story line, she starts as a HEAVY antagonist, takes a 180, takes another 180, and then takes ANOTHER 180 as we slowly piece her story together. It was so pleasing seeing such a complicated female character in a video game like this and Tsuyu will stay in my memory for a very, very long time. 

This post only covers some of the more prominent ones that i really wanted to mention, otherwise I’d totally go into talking about Matoya, Minfilia, Vidofnir, Tiamat, Hilda, and so many more. Basiclly, thank you Square Enix for my life and I can’t wait to meet what other strong yet beautiful women are to come in Shadowbringers once i finally sit down to really start it.

#Eti speaks #FFXIV #Final Fantasy #Nanamo #Kan-E-Senna #merlwyb bloefhiswyn #lyse #Y'shtola #alisaie leveilleur #tataru taru #moenbryda #ysayle dangoulain #yotsuyu goe brutus

[foxsquadffxiv]

Fox presentation

Fox is an elezen born in Ala Mhigo, raised in Uld'ah. His birth was complicated since he's born during the Garlean invasion. His mother was a prostitute, who thought she can get the Garlean citizenship by bearing the child of an officer amongst her client. Of course, the plan didn't work and Garlean army made sure that unwanted children of its officers didn't survive, and their sly mothers as well.

To survive, Fox mother gave birth in secret with the help of a lalafell adventurer with midwife experience, named Mamani. For fear of being discovered, she fled as soon as she gave birth, leaving the baby in the arms of the adventurer. The lalafell wasn't sure she can escape the city with a baby. She decided to try and if the baby cry, she'll let him there and run. The baby didn't make a sound, they passed through the guards with the baby as a package, and left Ala Mhigo only days before Gyr Abania became garlean territory.

He didn't have affinity with aether at first, due to his garlean blood. It took time for him and it was weak to begin with. Instead, he was very skillful with his hands and mind to make or repair toys, or to create game with other kids.

Mamani decided to return in her hometown, Uld'ah, with the baby, named him and wanted to let him in the orphanage care. But by this time, the place was awful and in order to give the baby an better chance in life, she did her best to rehabilitate the place. She end up getting attached both to the orphanage and to the children, and became headmistress. She always hid Fox origins.

He was a quiet child until about ten years old, then he was a troublemaker. Like many kids of the orphanage, he was a street boy by day and did many tricks, but helped a lot too. Without supervision, he was, well, a child !

Elezen aren't common in Uld'ah, so many people thought Fox was older than his age. He often had problems about it and had to grow up fast to meet the expectations. Even now, people are surprised to discover he's only 20.

Because of this misconception, soldiers tricked him to engage at Carteneau when he was 15, by making him drink and signing in his stead the paper, then bringing him along the same evening.

Fox passed a week, formed by an uldian unit, before going on an scouting mission. His group got attacked and he barely fled with a miqote companion, after the rest of the unit got killed. The miqote was heavily wonded and Fox still had poor healing skills, but carrying the soldier, Fox couldn't let him and tried to maintain his life while returning to the base. It took him days and he arrived exhausted, unable to walk more. Yet, the outpost was in sight and soldiers came to transport the miqote, still alive, to the post. Fox was left afar since the wounded needed immediate attention, and that's what saved Fox's life. The outpost was bombed, blown away in an instant. Fox was pojected against nearby rocks and lost consciousness.

A Gridanian unit later came to search for survivor. The captain, an Elezen, found Fox and saw this boy was too young to be here. He send him to the military hospital and waited for him to wake and explain him everything, begin by why a child is on a battlefront. Fox woke up confused, with amnesia due to the several shocks and unable to explain why he was there, or even who he was.

But. At the entrance of the camp came a storm. A hurricane with an uldian accent. Since the scouting unit didn't return, letters of condoleance were send to the families. And Mamani had received one after looking for Fox for weeks. The poor Gridanian Captain was the higher ranked officer and Mamani was about to set him on fire at sight. But she saw and recognized Fox who, without putting name or memory on the lady, knew she was important for him.

To the accusation of the officer about Fox's conscription - He thought Fox lied about his age to become a soldier - Mamani refuted his argument, for Fox couldn't write, and couldn't sign the paper as it was done. No orphan could read or write, due to the war and lack of funds and professors. It was clear that Fox was mislead to end up in this hell. And no one remained from the outpost where he was. The Captain decided to overlook the incident and Mamani bring Fox back to Uld'ah.

Fox changed with this experience. He managed to remember his life from before the conscription but nothing from the night he drank with the soldiers to his waking at the hospital. Nevertheless his journey had left marks on and in him. He became a great older brother for the kids of the orphanage, and helped a lot more Mamani. But he also lost his sleep, he panicked if a child, especially a miqote, was sick and had nightmares and bad moments when he felt helpless, as if he was letting something important linger, and die, or he is in danger and an invisible enemy can spot him any time. His silent nature made all this close to unnoticed and many rather saw his improvement in healing magic or was impressed by his scars.

At 20, Fox was still helping Mamani with the orphanage, but had to go to Gridania to learn how to use his magic, growing constently for years now. He thought he just had to learn the basic and come back home. Then, he was involved with the WoL adventure, and discovered he has the Echo himself, and, well dealt with it.

Some trivia about Fox :

He considers every child of the orphanage as a sister or brother and he's ready to help them even now. He often come by to give gifts, get news or help out Mamani. It's still his home and family.

For him, Mamani is his mother even if she didn't adopt him. He often talk to her and seeks for her advices when he feel lost.

Speaking of his education, he has many quirks that come from it : he sits naturally on the ground rather than on a seat, he laugh shyly and don't cry loudly but often, he bathes uldian style with lot of care and perfumed oils, he smell flower oil, honey and a hint of henna, he has a commercial flair and he isn't bothered by heat, he's used to cook for many, and knows favorite and least favorite food of each member of the squad, he's good at house chores and organisation.

He was an elementalist but struggled to use magic from around and ended up meeting X'Rhun Tia and learning Red Magic. It suits him and he learnt a lot from his master, about Gyr Abania, Red Magic and life in general. he respects X'Ruhn a lot and wear the red mage outfit with pride.

He learnt to read during his adventure. Beforehand, he just listened well or asked to someone he trust (Arenvald or Isildaure mostly).

He still mourns Wilred and regret not having saved him. Every death marked him deep and he work and fight even harder for them to never happen again.

He's religious and often pray for the well-being of his family and friends.

He pushes his limits to help. Without this motivation, he would have been a regular tailor at Uld'ah.

He smokes cigars and drinks a lot of coffee when he can't sleep. His teammates manage to put him to sleep with their own methods but Fox can't stay asleep for long and had nightmares.

He learnt other classes than red mage, and can fight okay with them, but he prefers do crafting and gathering. He's a man of Hand and Land!

He's a mother hen for his squad, making sure they are well equiped, well fed and at ease for the fights. He's a great confident and helps as much as he can. He wants everybody's happiness.

With the Scions, he was instilled with Hope by Minfillia and ever at the worst, he still has hope for success. Therefore, loss and defeat puts him in the worst condition.

For this reason, he always thinks several times for his descisions, listening to his squad's opinion and preparing for the worst.

He likes to help friendly beast tribes and looks for peace between Eorzean and tribes.

Both his parents are still alive, one unaware of his existence, the other still refusing having a child. He might have met his mother, now an old lady. He helped her as much as the others.

He never regained his memory from Carteneau but it still impacts him on missions. He can't explain it, he feels these memories more than he read them, and it's disturbing but helping too.

He's less afraid about Garlemald but prefers to talk magitek and innovation with Cid and Nero than politics and military with Gaius and Maxima. Yet, he complies to necessity. By the way, He's afraid by Zenos' impulsivity and strength.

#ffxiv #wol #elezen #fox

[voidsentprinces]

I like that FFXIV just turns all cute things on their head.

Lalafell? Actually conniving and cunning money laundering gangsters of the desert and sea

Au Ra Women? Bad ass warriors who take shit from no one.

Moogles? They flog their peers with herrings, will summon Primal Gods, and when an invasive monster species takes up their bath time will hire a mercenary to hunt the beasts to extinction.

[benjimirthursby]

The Book of Thursby: Scions if Numenor - “Shotguns and Canned Goods.”

“There is no peace without a threat of war.  There is no war without the promise of peace.  All else is tyranny.” 

- Aubreen T'Subaki, "Qalvanda"

In the pre-dawn hours the Andustar and her sister ships checked their speed and held station as the convoy proceeded on to the outer bay of Kugane.  As the last vessel picked up a harbor pilot and made their way up the channel cut to the harbor they turned themselves for the Thursby Company shipyard. 

Kugane featured a large port and anchorage.  It was the gateway for trade and commerce on Higoshi.  The city reflected the complexities of diplomatic and internal considerations of the time.  The lords of the archipelago outwardly kept a policy of neutrality.  Pirates, Grand Companies, the Alliance and the Garlean Empire surrounded Higoshi.  Within Higoshi there was but one port officially open for trade, Kugane. This served several purposes.  It contained foriegn trade to transiting a single destination.  This normally kept diplomatic, commerce and forigene influence near to the city where it could be contained and more efficiently influenced or taxed.  This aided in appeasing Garlean interests after the invasion of Othard.  The situation was conducive to monitoring any rhetorical or material danger to their disputed sovereignty in the region.  

Confederacy, pirates, local tribute demands made the flow of visiting ships sparse for years. This impacted the demand for shipwrights, refits and new builds.  The two yards in Kugane had ceased operating for all but rare work.  The arrival of the Thursby company six years prior went unnoticed to most for most of this time.  As T’Subaki built her fleet elsewhere from the purchase of surplus tonnage and took to securing the sea lanes, it was presumed to be Malestrom which was, for whatever reason, asserting itself in the Ruby Sea.  

Concurrently Bondermir effected orders from Benjimir to procure ownership of the dormant ship yards.  Gil greased wheels, and kept transactions out of sight and mind especially since little transpired in the yards at first.  Subsequent work at the yards were the assumed to be a function of Malestrom’s skirmishes and improving commerce.  

By the time any might have concluded a pitched effort to open trade to Higoshi was under way, any means to challenge it was neither possible nor desirable.  Tribute flowed was flowing from every direction to the lords of Hiboshi.  Merchants through Kugane thrived more richly than in an age and were the envy of the islands.  Even beyond the port city, Higoshi merchants found their wares in growing demand across Eorzea.  Even then, Thursby company interests were obscured by the alliance with Malestrom and the flow of independent merchant vessels making port in Kugane.  

The airships passed the western graving docks.  They were mirrors of three newer ones built in an annex east of Kugane’s main piers.  All were filled.  The nearest dock in view held an unremarkable merchant airship nearing completion.  The other two appeared unremarkable but to the experienced eye.  Underway for over a year the lines of these ships prompted little reason to question vague descriptions of the projects as merchantmen of large size.  Their owners were not known, save for rumors of rich Lalafells from Ul’Dah whose means to pay was unsecure and thus the lengthy construction process.  

For its part, the Garlean gunships and tactical combatants were being widely engaged and remained scattered.  Matters at sea were the interest of few in the Empire.  The Imperial fleet was occupied supporting its forces ashore with smoldering conflicts across its territories.  These conflicts fueled suffering which for some years the Scions of Numenor and Thursby Company had each, in their own way, been involving themselves in.

The convoy ships were debarking passengers into Kugane as the escort squadron tied-off.  Longshoremen manhandled goods from ships to waiting wagons.  The largest vessels boasted their own crains.  From these pallets of goods were lowered off the ships onto wagons.  Members of the Scions of Numenor sat at the reigns of some of the wagons.  Others awaited on all manner of mounts.  As the wagons filled they made their way to the service streets past the merchant district and onto their destinations.

Caravans under the Scions of Numenor banner or protection made their way deep into territory across the map.  Goods or occasionally simply food and medicinal needs flowed into shop and stalls amidst the conflicts across the map.  The Thursby Company fleet ensured those efforts were supplied and protected in ways that would not fit in the former's altruistic and honorable reputation.  

Increasingly in the past year caravans debarked company ships at Kugane and made for whereabouts unknown.  More so than the convoys at sea, the array of dangers on land was more varied and commonly encountered.  The sum and success of the caravans were closely monitored in Tondera Hall.  Beast and people encountered by caravans were categorized assessed continuously.  When beasts were at issue, the Scions would send teams to hut.  When the danger was people posing more persistent dangers the Thursby Company would engage but rarely to the knowledge of any but the Scions captain general.

Flooding the piers between the wagons, the crews on shore leave and passengers pressed their way around the organized chaos into the district beyond.  Merchants with carts and trinkets awaited passengers and crews as they made their way into the city.  Shop keeps had posted placards welcoming all and enticing them with specials and deals.  Street performers were strumming instruments and the smell of food wafted thick through the air.  Spa workers sought to draw customers with the newest treatments.  Other women and men solicited clients with more timeless offers.  To the crews enjoying shore leave it was an exciting visit to a favorite place.  To the uninitiated it was an overwhelming bombardment on the senses.  

A woman, dimly lit but imposing in a hooded cloak stood in front of a rickshaw outside the central path from the Harbor masters tower.  She locked her eyes on a confused looking woman whose pace was slowed as she seemed to stop every second step to occasionally ask a question to somebody which drew confused looks in response.  Or at least it could have been her comments the cloaked woman thought.  This person's mode of dress bordered on the absurd.  Garish colored couture cobbled together in an effort to assemble a coherent style, masking ill kept physical conditioning.  Worthy she thought of the lesser districts in Garlemead where new money strove with more refined old money expressions of fashion, and usually lost.  Just another lesser bastard of the Sulistian family she resolved. 

Advancing on the woman Tatania Uberbreaker drew enough attention to lock eyes with the woman and extending an arm from under her cloak she gestured to the rickshaw. 

“Mad’am Sulistian, welcome to Kugane.”  she said.

*******

#ffxiv #ffxiv-rp #ffxiv-roleplaying #finalfantasy #final fantasy #finalfantasyxiv #final fantasy xiv #crystal-rp-ffxiv #crystal-rp #crystal roleplaying #crystal-ffxiv-rp #ffxiv-crystal-rp #balmung #zalera #brynhildr #coeurl #diabolos #ffxivscreenshots #ffxiv-screenshots #ffxiv-art #ffxivwriters #goblin #roleplaying #squareenix #final-fantasy-xiv #square-enix #malboro #cactuar #omega #primal

[crimsonfluidessence]

Pursuits Of The Fractured

Esredes was pissed.

Now, this was a state of being very common for the ex-harrier, and on its own, it would be indicative of just a regular day in his unnecessarily extended lifespan. What cued one in to it being an irregular state of pissed- besides being in The Mists, a location he didn’t often have reason to visit, with a location written on the notepad that he had never heard of before until two days ago- was the motivation for being pissed and showing up here.

Living corpses were something Esredes loved and hated in equal measure. When it was a dear fellow harrier he long thought potentially dead showing up to his door, or a different fellow harrier discovered alive in Gridania, or even, he would admit, the empty husk of his brother appearing again claiming to be better and surprisingly actually meaning it- those were all good living corpses.

And then there were the bad kinds. Mad scientists from centuries ago suddenly alive again, or lord forbid, greedy parasitic bastards who for some reason were apparently alive despite being sliced in half.

Now, that on its own would be a whatever. He was an awful person who deserved to die, sure, but if he wasn’t hurting anyone, who cared if he was hiding out at some fancy hotel? Not Esredes, particularly, if not for some unfinished business, to put it lightly.

Or in his case, vengeance.

For this was no ordinary somehow-alive horrible syndicate member, it was an ordinary somehow-alive horrible syndicate member who had pledged to help his cause.

He still remembered the meeting clearly enough. The Lalafell from Ul’dah, in addition to complaining of cold, had claimed to be someone of influence interested in helping his people for business purposes. Food and supplies for rare materials like molted dragon scales. That on its own would have been fair enough. He wouldn’t expect someone so far from the conflict and Ul’dahn to be invested in it for anything else, and he could take on a few purely business deals as long as the person was fair about it. He had even helped supply them for their failed invasion on Ishgard. If the man simply wanted to keep it quiet and disassociate from the harriers in light of the war, so be it.

No, what Esredes couldn’t stand was people who played to both sides. Business was one thing, but using his people purely as a means for monetary gain while also assisting their enemies was another. And for someone from Ul’dah, no less, who had the lowest chance of being in such a position! Hiding that he was a Syndicate member was one thing, it only made sense, and Esredes would have never expected to have accidentally talked to a Syndicate member in need of money. But revealing allegiance to those blue-coated bastards who had helped to kill his people at Snowcloak?

Oh, that was another, dear little rat.

It was a shock to find out their little helper was actually Teledji Adeleji after the man had already died. But it was even more of a shock for him to find out the man was alive and the manager of a hotel now, as if that had never happened. As if nothing had ever happened. Oh, but everything had happened, and Esredes, above all else, wanted answers.

Mirage Crown.

It was a very nice looking hotel from the exterior, Esredes could admit. And in such an ideal location. Had it not belonged to an oversized rat, Esredes wouldn’t mind staying here if he ever had need to.

But today was not about hotels or vacations. Today was about finding out what kind of security this place had. He had no need to sneak in elaborately or anything of that nature, yet, no, this was a test run. He would walk in as normal and see if there was any chance of confronting the man. As tempting as it was, Esredes wasn’t sure he could get away with proper murder- again- but he could certainly do a host of other things.

The man pocketed the notepad and took in a deep breath, then proceeded to do what any person would- simply walk into the establishment normally. With a visible sword as always at his side. And see what would come of it.

One way or another, he would find what he wanted out of this place. And whatever became of the method...

Well, two could play at stubborn.

#roleplay #teledji #post hw #esrey continues to be pissed at npcs for existing more at 5 #in action #shoutout to pipin for being the only npc not to piss him off #screenshots #heretic uniform #amon #seraphiaux #ambrose #lycelle

[xmimiteh]

Logging in to find this Lalafell invasion. Well, that is what happens when you log in on Balmung. And I honestly do not mind it.

#FF14 #Final Fantasy 14 #Balmung #Lalafell

[captainjoryn]

Character Study: Sayu Brea

Traits & Characteristics

Bold- all that applies to your muse

Italicized - any that are applicable in some way

Extra notes in (parentheses)!

• Eyes: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other (amber)

• Hair: blonde | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

• Body Type: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

• Skin: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored

• Gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way

• Sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• Romantic Orientation: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels (Sayu loves who she loves. Race also means nothing to her.)

• Species: midlander hyur | highlander hyur | wildwood elezen | duskwight elezen | hellsguard roegadyn | sea wolf roegadyn | dunesfolk lalafell | plainsfolk lalafell | keeper miqo’te | seeker miqo’te | xaela au ra | raen au ra | other

• Education: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other ( home schooled / self taught) (Sayu's formal schooling was interrupted by the Garlean invasion of Ala Mhigo. Her clan has taken to teaching their children themselves. Sayu has the equivalent of a PhD.)

• I’ve Been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

• Positive Traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

• Negative Traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

• Living Situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other

• Parents/Guardian: mother | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other

• Sibling(s): sister(s) (2) | brother(s) (2) | none | other

• Relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated |it’s complicated | verse dependent

• I Have a(n): developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other

• Things I’ve Done Before: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone (it's her job after all) | had someone try to kill them

Tagged by: @whitherliliesbloom This was fun! I've been wanting to do this too.

Tagging:@fatum-praedixi @thetega @icykeys @reyvolution @cinnamon-suncat @gal-the-violet @astralyehga @kitsune-kirei @thorcatte @theaetherhealerffxiv

#this was super fun #Sayu is a fun character to rp #She needs a love though. #Illya is just...the pinnacle of adorable #IllyaXSayu when lol