#Lord Vauthry

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I guess new platform- I should start posting my art and stuff and hope it reaches cool silly people :3

#ffxiv #digital art #ffxiv art #lord vauthry

[tarajenkins]

I don't like canon Vauthry as a person - like he's tragic but he still serverly hurt people and cultist malicious messiah's are always on my yeet to the void list because there's no room for reason. (Everything about Forgiven Innocence is gross and I hate Vauthry transformed more than normal Vauthry) Vauthry original design also does body horror- like we have those hints he's not entirely human off the back. His height, the extra face on his breast, the way he seems more swollen than actually fat expecially compared to other heavy models like the Dulia or Gilgamesh. Like he dwarfs even the sineaters that's not normal. That said you make him kinda cute especially in your more human designs for him he looks cuddly. Your story for him is compelling too if there was more time in the game I may have liked him more. Also Vauthry looks less disgusting than innocence any day of the fucking week I hate that transformation so much everyone who simps for it is bad

There could have been more time in the writing of the Eulmore arc, if the writers had been more clever and hadn't used lazy tropes to phone it in. But Yoshida bodyshamed a cosplayer for their weight live onstage at Fanfest 2014, so while I was disappointed, I sure wasn't surprised. Square in general loves shitting on fat characters.

So here we are, with inexplicably overpowered grandpa (who died in a duty), the totally plot twist Lightwarden Of Kholusia, and the "perverted paradise" that actually made the 1% foot the tab for their employees, before being replaced by the much more benevolent capitalism. (◔_◔)

By all means Nonnie, you do you, but you should consider that Vauthry was the original victim of the "cult", as you put it. He had no chance of free will since before he was born. Tempering/Light corruption doesn't work like that, and Tempering/Light corruption has never made an exception for anyone else, including the Warrior Of Light, who had Hydaelyn's Blessing protecting them. Vauthry was bound to the instincts and will of a Lightwarden his entire life. Or, as Emet-Selch, the actual founder of the Eulmore "cult", stated:

"Those in your company will likewise turn to sin eaters, and in time you will succumb to your base instincts and hunt innocents to feast on their sweet, sweet aether."

You think that whole situation was bad for your WoL? A lot of players go on in great length how horrifying it was for theirs. Loads of High Drama and Existential Dread. How do you suppose it was for a child alone, surrounded by people who were only using him for their own ends? 

The Ascians were there to guide their creation to do their bidding the whole way, it seems. It would only make sense, why would Emet-Selch corrupt a baby for such a crucial role, then leave him to do whatever on his own? 

Then you had his father, the Former Mayor, who obviously made up a fanciful story of why his son was born as he was, framing all who oppose him as villains who seek to destroy the peace he brought between man and sin eater. That unfortunately included the Scions and their allies, although even Emet-Selch stated he was surprised Vauthry sent the Eulmoran Army after us. That does imply it wasn’t common for Vauthry to resort to violent behavior in the past, if he resorted to it at all. The Eulmorans themselves definitely weren’t afraid of him ‘til the very end. You already know everything else I have to say on that subject, right? ( ᐛ )b

But yeah. We're talking being indoctrinated into this from birth. For those who dismiss that, I'd love to hear how they expected a child to know what was real and what was not at that point, carefully isolated from any life outside his false destiny. (Seriously. If any of you who subscribe to this mindset are reading this, DM me. Anon is obviously on. I really do want to see where the train of thought is coming from.) For the “well Vauthry was a spoiled rich kid” crowd, I don’t want to hear it--there are a lot of “rich kids” in this game that you love. Alphinaud, Alisaie, Hildibrand, Nanamo, the noble kids of Ishgard, etc. Think harder than that. Vauthry had to be convinced he was doing good for the world. He had all the power in the world to not care. Yet he remained mayor of one settlement, when he could’ve been in control of all of Norvrandt if he had even a fraction of Emet-Selch’s tin pot dictator ambitions. 

He didn’t. He hoped to "vindicate his existence" as the "half sin eater" the Ascians made him, as G’raha later said. But he died in bewildered sorrow because he "kept the people safe!" from the “villains”, never understanding everything he was taught was a cruel lie.

He did terrible things in the time we saw him, but blaming him for Light corruption he never chose and a lifetime of brainwashing feels like blaming Thancred for the fate of the Waking Sands. Would any of it have happened were it not for Emet-Selch’s direct actions? No.

Also, while I appreciate the compliments, Nonnie, why is "cuddly" and other similar terms always and only ever used for fat characters, smh. The fanbase tries to make Dulia everyone's maiden aunt as it is.  

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#Vauthry #Lord Vauthry #FFXIV #long post #I need coffee before I serve tea lol #character analysis

[imadetoe]

Ff14 Kill It With Fire by xanroth

#altani dotharl #lord vauthry #vauthry #machinist #ff14 #au'ra #xaela #au'ra xaela #flamethrower

[astrxealis]

i am posting sm in a row but sorry i’m rewatching 5.4 trailer AND GOOD GODS I LOVE RYNEGAIA SO MUCH. WITH ALL MY HEART. AND FANDANIEL.

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚ #⋯ ꒰ა ffxiv ໒꒱ *·˚ #THE MUSIC IN THE EDEN RAIDS IS MY FUCKING FAVORITE E12S IS STILL MY FAVORITE FIGHT!!!!!!!! #both phase one and phase two. man. that was just incredibly fun #i really want to try out light rampant one day tbh MAN that would be SO fun....... #okay back to sorrow of werlyt but that shit is fucking shit and i fuckingwabjgjhheghj #i don't totally hate any villain in ffxiv except for the one in that series! like hells i don't hate vauthry and ranjit fully bcs #i think vauthry w his transformation is AYO. but nah lmao it's bcs i think he's funny in a /neg way #ran'jit however hm......... idk i don't hold anything personal against him so that is that. #but yeah the one in that series i absolutely hate. i love the dark undertones of that trial series but i hate the villain jfc #hate as in yoo this guy really sucks! not as in yo-this-guy-is-so-badly-written #i think he doesn't have much complexity to him but like in any case ?? i just hate him fr man. nothing interesting to think abt too #i dont fully hate thordan and his knights and even zephirin bcs if you read the backstories it's kinda. </3 #i don't fully hate any syndicate members bcs i find em a BIT funny. #yo i think i succeeded in not spoiling here :O just kinda vague but yeah. no plot twists spoiled or anything hehehe jsut obvious villains #i think eden raids were so good man. my favorite #i say that but GOOD GODS PANDAEMONIUM!!!! PANDAEMONIUM!!!!!!!!! #i think i love ry/negaia so much also bcs the song in e12 is 'promises to keep' :)) i LOVE themes w promises #THAT OST THOUGH IS LITERALLY SO GOOD i forgot the name of the composer but LORD that guy is SO good #ffxiv music team >>> ahgbejhjheabjghejhgb

[karthedense]

Ranking ff14 villains based on how well they work a grill

Gaius Van Baelsar: As a father of 100 he is likely the best at working a grill on this list. But he has gone through a phase of intentionally scorching the meat to be barely edible believing that if the consumer was strong it would not bother them. 5/10 is trying to be better about this but the damage has been done

Nidhogg: He hates mankind, He hates the grill for it is a creation of man. 0/10 More likely to burn the cookout than participate in it

Thordan VII: One, he's too up his own ass to work the grill himself, he made the Heavensward knights do it for him. two, even if he did bother to do it himself he's more likely to burn his beard. 1/10, he atleast has hands to work a grill

Zenos Yae Galvus: Despite the saying about autism and working the grill this sadly does not apply to Zenos. his rich boy upbringing ensured he would never touch a grill much less a spatula. 3/10 he can chop meat like a champ however.

Yotsuyu: Able to cook the perfect well done steak even while high off the opium she's smoking from her pipe however she has bad memories of doing it and would rather not touch a grill again. 6/10 the skills are present but they are not used

Lord Vauthry: Only thing he can cook is Meol which i will not explain why that's an issue. 0/10

Emet-selch: Hate's the grill, despises the grill, rejects the grill, The grill hates him back. 0/10

Fandaniel: he is the master of the grill but he doesn't use his skill to make good food, he uses his skill to kill everyone in the room including himself, whether it be propane explosion or food poisoning. 10/10 His skills cannot be doubted but nor can they be trusted.

#ffxiv #gaius van baelsar #emet selch #zenos yae galvus #yotsuyu goe brutus #Fandaniel

[ffxivxd]

When Lord Vauthry became mayor, he changed the existing flag of Eulmore. Originally, it was a red crown atop a golden field. However, he added the winged crown to represent the city's newfound harmony with the sin eaters.

#ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivxd #final fantasy 14

[bracketsoffear]

'Lord of the Inferno': Statement of an anonymous individual using the pseudonym 'Warrior of Light' regarding the summoning of a being known as 'Ifrit' by a group of cultists. (Desolation)

'Men in Black': Statement of Minfilia Warde regarding a group of beings known as 'Ascians' and their activities. (Web, Stranger)

'My Enemy, My Friend': Statement of the aforementioned anonymous 'Warrior' regarding the actions of Garlean crown prince Zenos yae Galvus during the war for control of Ala Mhigo and Doma (Hunt)

'Tsukuyomi': Statement of Gosetsu Daito regarding the life and death of the former Imperial viceroy Yotsuyu goe Brutus. (Slaughter, End)

'A Purchase of Fruit': Statement of Alisaie Leveilleur regarding her work with individuals 'touched' by sin eaters, and the fate of her colleague Tesleen (Corruption)

'A Feast of Lies': Statement of Alphinaud Leveilleur regarding the individual known as Lord Vauthry and the city of Eulmore under his rule (Stranger, Corruption, Extinction)

'The World Sundered': Statement of the Ascian Emet-Selch regarding the last days of the city of Amaurot. (Extinction, Desolation, End)

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#asks #statement ideas

[aerialsquid]

FFXIVWrite2023 Day 2: Bark

A Ran'jit Lives AU heavily inspired by the recent Lodestone side story.

Ran'jit took stock of his body the way a general tookstock of his troops. He laid still, his attention going from one limb to the next, gathering information. The material beneath him was soft, like a mattress. Around his limbs, cold like metal. Chains, perhaps. They weighed heavy on him. Pain, too, was there, but faint and hazy around the edges. They had drugged him and the drugs eased the pain as well. 

He opened his eyes. He was in a small room. Eulmore still, by the banners and architecture. Perhaps Vauthry had imprisoned him as punishment for his failure. 

The light, though, was strange. He can't put his finger to what it was. Slowly he turned his head from the barred door to the single high window above. At first he thought it must be tinted glass, until he'd stared to the point his eyes hurt and were leaving spots floating about his vision.

It was the sky. The sky was blue. If it was blue that means the light hadn't returned, which means Vauthry was….

Ran'jit bided his time, waiting on the drugs to wear off, floating in the soup of his own brain, and watched that tiny little window as the blue was marred by white clouds floating across it. Blue sky and clouds. He's seen artwork of such things. They were never meant to be seen by his eyes.

The clouds changed. They went to red and orange, as if there was a fire outside, but Ran'jit did not smell smoke or hear screams. The clouds dimmed to purple and ochre as the wind began to clear them and now Ran'jit watched in fascination and horror, as they finally cleared themselves away to reveal a dark sky shot through with bright twinkling specks. The cursed night that Lord Vauthry had sworn to destroy forever now reigned resplendent across the skies of Kholusia.

If it still remained, then Ran'jit had failed. Vauthry had failed.Then there was nothing left but the horrific wheel of sin, turning again and again to harrow this vile world.

The helpless noise that escaped his throat, barked loud like an animal's cry, was both laughter and sob, and it lasted until he ran out of breath. 

The door opened. He expected the Crystal Exarch, or perhaps the Warrior of Darkness. He did not expect a slim figure in a white dress quietly easing into the room, the Exarch's hired thug at her back. Ran'jit, still bound on his back, did not dare to meet her face.

"Minfilia." He noticed for the first time how dry his throat was, when even summoning the word was harsh.

"It's. Ryne now. It's Ryne, actually. I'm Ryne." Minfilia's voice was hesitant but bore steel inside it. Ran'jit's eyes cast upward out of reflex and he finally realized what was wrong. Her hair, the wrong color. Her eyes, no longer that unearthly blue. 

"Do you think to hide from your fate, like this? To color your hair and conceal your eyes?" He could not even beg Minfilia to come home. If he was prisoner at Eulmore than even the Citadel of Pleasure had fallen, and there would be no place left to keep her safe. These people would feed her into the meat grinder, just as they did every girl before her. 

"It's not dye. I–it's a lot to explain, really–"

"And you don't owe him any of it," snapped the hired thug, one hand on her shoulder.

"Aye, but our charge may find some succor in it regardless, and such would be the matter of greatest import." The fortune teller who cavortws with the pixies was lurking in the shadows behind them. Ran'jit could sense naught but his voice and see the glimmer of light off his jewelry, but he seemed to have some hand on the thug's leash all the same.

Ran'jit turnws away from the sordid lot of them. "My lord is dead, and you have doomed my child. If there is aught satisfaction you need from this withered body of mine before you execute me, take it quickly and then let me leave in peace."

Eulmore performed its executions publicly and with great fanfare. The Crystarium, in its weakness, only exiled its worst criminals and let the sin eaters do the work for them. At his age, injured, alone and friendless, the only difference would be how many people saw him die. 

Minfilia stepped into the room, sliding out from under her bodyguard's hand. She raised his head over his bed and closed her eyes. The chains that bound him, solid and metal despite their aetherial glow, suddenly warmed and then vanished into glittering dust that evaporated out into the darkened sky.

"Ryne!" the thug snapped. 

"He won't hurt me." Her soft blue grey eyes rested on him. Ran'jit sat up slowly, mindful of the bandages he now saw wrapped around his lower section and legs.

"I am your enemy, child. I am your guardian's enemy. To spare my life is to risk that of your precious cabal–"

"No! You listen to me for once, Ran'jit!" She was nearly shaking but she had her heart in her throat, her voice sharp and strong as a blade. When Ran'jit looked into those soft eyes he found it hard to locate a trace of the timid creature he'd kept in a gilded cage in Vauthry's vaults.

"I'm tired of hard choices. I'm tired of sacrificing one life for another - my life, your life, his life, anyone. I'm tired of being told nothing can be bought without blood!" Her voice cracked, tears hesitating at the corners of her eyes, but she kept speaking. 

"Why are men bloody like this? We have so little left and you have to keep ripping apart the shreds further and then telling me it's just the way of things. No. I'm done with it. Thancred's told me about the other girls, I know what happened and I'm sorry but that's not enough reason to just start burning everything down. I don't want anyone else to die stupidly, no matter what they've done."

Ran'jit's hand moved without his consent, as autonomous as Gukumatz. A frail reflexive reaction to embrace her, one he thought he'd burned out of his brain ages ago. He heard the sound of metal scraping as the thug in the doorway readied his gunblade. Perhaps that would be how General Ran'jit would choose his death: letting the bodyguard cut him down because the fool assumed that if Ran'jit wanted someone dead, there'd be anything he could do to stop it.

…but not in front of Minfilia. 

The hand settled on his knee instead. Ran'jit took in a slow breath, feeling the places where his injuries kept his lungs from fully expanding. No reaction to the pain, just as he was trained, it was nothing but a status report from a soldier to its general.  "Then what is to be done with this old war dog, that you will neither slaughter nor throw out to fight again?"

"I want you to live!" Minfilia angrily rubbed the heel of her hand against her face, trying to pretend the tears weren't there. "I don't think I want to see you again. Or–or maybe not for a long time, at least. But I want you to live out the rest of your life in peace, the same as everyone else, and I don't care what else you do with it besides that. We're going to fix what the Light took from us and I want you to be there to see it. I want you to live. That's all."

She hunched her shoulders and whirled to face away from him, stalking out of the small room. In the shadows Ran'jit could see the glinting, gaudy form of the fortune teller resting a comforting arm on her shoulder before drawing her away. The bodyguard remained, gunblade up on his shoulder, glaring at him.

Perhaps the man would kill him anyway, and simply tell Minfilia that he'd escaped in the night. It was what Ran'jit would do. You saw a threat and you removed it, one of the simplest lessons his people learned. (And if he'd finished the job back in Amh Areng and slit the thug's throat, perhaps things would have gone very differently.)

But instead the bodyguard slid his arm back and returned the gunblade to its holder behind his shoulderblades. "She's more than you deserve, you know," he said. 

"I'm aware."

"More than either of us deserves. I can't…" He wavered, his hand on the doorknob. "I can't say I wasn't headed down your path either."

And then the door was quickly closed again, before the thug could let more slip. Ran'jit gingerly laid back on the bed, casting his gaze up to the tiny square of stars.

<i>Live.</i>

At eighty-eight, wasn't that enough living? He'd already far outlived his father. His children too, save the final stolen one. To live and still bear the weight seemed a terrible punishment compared to the blissful benefits of death.

…Ah. Now it became clear.

#ffxiv #ran'jit #ryne ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023

[ferrocyan]

FFXIV Write Day 1 - Envoy

(AU: Canon divergence)

I come as the envoy of the Crystal Exarch, who wishes to exchange in martial knowledge between the Crystarium and Eulmore.

Well, of course saying something like that wouldn't work on Ran'jit. Neither the general nor Vauthry gave much mind to the Exarch's warrior, brushing her off to be assigned with Eulmore's city guards. The Exarch had told her that she should just go along with their bidding--he likely has predicted Eulmore's disinterested response--so she does. Makes a trip down the city's enormous staircase towards the guards' base at the Understory.

Lack of interest is good. Means it'll be that much easier to snoop around and gather information. Shame that she has to waste time keeping up the facade, too, but... nothing to be done for that. Keeping out of the general's eagle eyes is important, after all--

"Aha! So you've arrived, soldier of the Crystarium!" She's only cracked the office door open when the voice calls out. A young miqo'te man sits on the largest desk in the room. He pushes himself off with a huff, looking pleased with himself. "Welcome to the headquarters of the greatest military force in Norvrandt! We're glad to have you here," the man exclaims. He approaches her with a grin, and extends a hand.

She looks around the room. Empty save for the two of them. The young man is of stocky build, but has a boyish cut to his dusty blue hair. He stands about half a head shorter than her. "Is this... the Captain's office?"

"Er, yes? I just told you that." The young man's smile wavers as she sizes him up, then quickly adds, "Oh, no, I'm not the captain of the guards, if you're wondering. That would be my father. But I am his second-in-command, and thus, your partner for the rest of your time here!" He offers another handshake. "I'm the first squad leader, Lue-Reeq."

She takes it. "Ash-Tart," she tells him, because it's the mystel-like name the Exarch told her to use during her time there, "but just Tart is fine."

"Oh? Then you can call me Reeq too!" he says, excited. "Though maybe that wouldn't be necessary since I'm your superior... no, no, we're partners. It's better to be familiar," he muses to himself. Then to her, "Pleased to make your acquiantance, Tart."

She smiles at his exuberance. "Looking forward to working with you. So. What's it you guys... do?"

Reeq grimaces. "Currently? Not... much. Not that that's a bad thing, of course! Ever since Lord Vauthry rose to his rule, the sin eaters around the city has fallen under his absolute control. Eulmore has become the perfect city of peace. It's a great thing, really! His Grace does an amazing job of keeping this city peaceful."

The city of peace. That was what Vauthry said in their meeting, too, she recalls. Despite formerly being Norvrandt's greatest military force, Eulmore is now defined by its peace. Ran'jit, the relic of its martial past, said nothing to contradict his liege either.

That peace is certainly evident. Lue-Reeq explains the duties of the city guards and shows her around to their stations around the Canopy and Gatetown. They clearly don't have much to do. The officers are doing the bare minimum of their job, and most points in Gatetown are unmanned, and the majority of Eulmore's military force seems to have disappeared altogether.

Don't like it, she thinks. It feels wrong. Like when Ishgard play-acted at achieving "peace". As a part of the Vigils, peace just isn't where Tart belongs.

And it seems that the same applies to Reeq. He covers it up with excitement and praise for Vauthry, but his words ring false. He's the only one showing interest at the arrival of the Crystarium's envoy. There must be something more to this man.

Her suspicions are confirmed at the end of the day. When they return to the Understory, Reeq announces that their work is finished.

"Already? It's only one bell past noon." Good thing, though. She can start the recon early. "Then, thanks for your hard work today. See you--"

"Wait, you're really leaving first before your superior? We're not quite done yet, you know!"

Highbloods everywhere are the same, she sighs. "Sorry, Ser. What do you have in mind?"

Reeq motions her to take a seat at the side of the main desk. He goes over to the other side and settles comfortably on the seat next to the Captain's. "So, since I've fulfilled Eulmore's side of the deal for today, isn't it time for the Crystarium to do the same?" He tries to be professional, but a devilish grin can't help but sneak onto his lips. "I hear the Crystarium still does regular sorties to cull sin eaters around Lakeland, is that correct? Can I ask where you were stationed before? Have you killed eaters yourself?"

Tart nods. "Was at Ostall Imperative for a while," it's not a lie, really, "and yes. I have killed a few."

"Oh come on, no need to be modest, I want to hear all the details!" Reeq reaches into a drawer and pulls out a journal. "I have a few questions to ask, if you don't mind. But you must spare no details! This is the point of our arrangement, yes? So please, talk my ears off!"

His excitement is contagious. Tart feels herself smile as she discusses the few clashes with eaters she's had after coming to this world. Then continues with stories of her other exploits, disguised as sin eater hunts. She gets more animated as she goes on, in response to Reeq's rapt investment.

They're the same, she thinks. He doesn't belong in Eulmore's peace either. She didn't know she hungers for his interest, in her, in warfare, in her knowledge of it, until she has it. It doesn't matter if this exchange is a sham to Vauthry and the Exarch. It's real to Reeq, so being here is worth it. This is no longer a waste of time, Tart concludes.

Being the envoy who brings war back into the city of peace may be the best assignment she's had yet.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #wolreeq #lue-reeq #tart the wol #is she the wol here? i actually havent decided www #a/n in replies #hf au #my writing

[katarh-mest]

I always saw (spoiler character from your tags on the parody post) more as a trump parody but ykw youre onto something

Vauthry was a bit of both I think. I say he was more Boris Johnson than the Turnip though, since Vauthry actually was fairly well spoken and coherent. He appeared as an absolute slob and tyrant because he was raised to be a horrible person. But he seems to have been well educated at some point, since he was raised with the belief that he was the only hope for the city and therefore was destined to rule.

Vauthry wasn't fat because he was evil. Vauthry was fat because he was a science experiment gone wrong and had access to infinite food and no one to tell him "no" for his entire life. Vauthry was evil because he didn't see any other humans as his peers - even the full citizens of Eulmore existed only to worship him as far as he was concerned. The two problems are related, but they're not the same.

That's why Dulia Chai was so crucial as a character in the same expansion for that matter. Because it would have been too easy for CBU3 to say "here is Lord Vauthry, look he is fat! therefore he is evil!"

But they also gave us a fat character who is made of nothing but love and kindness and mom friend energy at the same time.

#ffxiv #ffxiv shadowbringers #shadowbringers spoilers #dulia chai #vauthry #add it to the pile of reasons why ShB is GOOD WRITING TOP TO BOTTOM #Dulia was a NEEDED character if you were going to have something like Vauthry!

[mintibunny]

One Walks In Shadow, One Walks in Light

<This post has not been approved for Sprouts.>

The Warrior of Darkness shares an early morning with a coworker.

6.5 Spoilers below; Minti_WoL timeline.

CW: Mental Health.

This covers most of what Discord previews? I think?

The boards of Eulmore's promenade were still wet from last night's storm.

Even now, in the early hours of the morning, there were servants airing out the walk's beautiful purple and gold carpets. Were they servants, or free citizens? One couldn't tell from the way they were dressed - shoe buckles shined to perfection, pressed dress pants and skirts, fine colored shirts and corsets. They certainly didn't mind stray drops of water running down their faces, nor the brusque sea air stinging their noses. And, to add to the dawn's going-ons, there were the songs! Old songs, with dirty puns about the ocean and the longings of sailors far from home. "How long runs your hair, My Dear." "My Love Dash'd to Rocks." There was even "'Til Sea Swallows Us All," but the words were different, and the tune not in the right key.

Just more confirmation that The First was a reflection of Limsa Lominsa in the Source - not warped, but different. An adopted Limsan like Minti Chocolate had to remember that.

If only this could have been a casual visit, and not a last attempt to stop a flood of Darkness.

Deep in the viera's bags were aetheric current generators - orbs of Ironworks design, Allagan tech innards, big enough to hold in one hand. If Y'Shtola was right, these would ferry Light from the Flood in Nabaath Areng, across the astral sea, all the way to the Thirteenth's moon. A beam of Light that strong should be enough to break into Golbez's domain, where the dragon Azdaya awaited rescue. Save the dragon, save the Thirteenth. Everyone goes home. Another world rescued from the machinations of Emet-Selch.

It wasn't that easy, of course. People on The First were fearful of the Crystal Tower being activated, and rightly so. There were still many who remembered the hold Light had over their world, the sineaters that plagued them, and the Lightwardens who danced to Lord Vauthry's tune. Y'shtola's plan needed a hero's touch, and there was none better to provide that than the Warrior of Darkness - Minti.

Tomorrow would be the return to the Source, after having made good with the Night's Blessed of Rak'tika and the reluctant mayor of Eulmore. Today was for rest, and maybe afternoon tea with Dulia Chai, if time permitted.

One of the well-dressed citizens, a young woman with long red hair and a practised smile, walked up to Minti with two steaming hot porcelain cups. "Fancy some morning tea, ma'am?" she asked with a thick Eulmoran accent. "My mate made a cup too many today, and, well, he chanced upon seeing you." The woman extended a cup. "Here, for you, Miss Warrior of Darkness."

"Thank you - you're very kind." Minti took the cup and smiled back. "I hope I'm not interrupting things."

"Not at all, not at all." The woman's smile was beautiful, even if she was lacking a few upper teeth. "I really must get back to work, but it was nice to meet you. Have a sip before the sea air gets you cold, ma'am. Thank you."

"Same to you. Thank you."

Minti grinned as she tasted a distant cousin of black tea, with hints of sugar and milk. This was nice. What was this, some sort of breakfast tea, maybe? It made for a good accent to the sun's slow rise on the horizon.

The cup was nearly empty when Minti heard the boards creak, followed by the soft clink of metal touching metal. Her muscles stiffened up as the metal got closer, but, mercifully, not too close. "Good morning," said a voice with a warmth Minti hadn't heard before.

Zero, or rather, Zero's soul, gave a stiff tip of the hat and a turn towards the water. "You're up before the sun. Is this usual for you?"

Minti's eyes turned away from the light, and towards her cup. It was a simple porcelain thing, with art of a woman in a floofy dress being chased in a garden by a brown hunting hound, its long tongue lolling to the side. A relic from the days before the Flood, maybe. "Not usually. I'd still be in bed."

"Your friend, Ryne, insisted on having breakfast with me. I told them I have no need, but.." Yes, there was definitely something different about Zero. They would've never talked about having a good meal back on The Source. It must have had something to do with them trying to absorb the Light in Nabaath. Something changed.

Minti moved to speak, then put a finger to her lips, tapping them ever so slightly. She didn't know what to say to the person who frightened her so badly back in Radz-at-Han.

(The Firebird) We can't have you faltering on stage. If you'll allow me?

(Signora) You, the lovesick buffoon of us? Ignore her. I can handle this. I will handle this if you don't.

(Minti) Just…quiet. I need quiet.

Nothing from the Choir.

(Minti) Thank you.

It felt like hopping across a tightrope, but Minti got through the pleasantries that come with small talk. Ask little questions, nod, tell an interesting story, but not one that's too long. Be pleasant, don't stare, and smile. Mère would have corrected her, certainly, or given her a tap on the shoulder to change the subject, but overall, she did fine. This was fine.

"Can I be candid with you, Minti?" asked Zero.

"I see no reason to refuse," replied Minti.

Zero...smiled? Yes, they smiled. "I feel the Light surging in me, as it once did in you. I look upon the sea, and I think of everything good that could waiting for me, somewhere on the waters.

I see all that you and your friends have done in this world, a place nearly lost to the Flood, and I cannot help but think of what could be done for mine. The possibilities seem endless." They nodded. "I have hope."

It took what seemed like ages for Minti to say something. "You mean all that? Hope." She felt as if she was going to faint, oh gods, the railing to the promenade was very close by. Steady yourself, girl.

"I do."

(The Artist) I think it is past time we stop charging at shadows, Minti.

(Minti) What's that mean?

(The Artist) It means: They are not Zenos. They're not him. They're voidsent, I'll take that. They were bound to Zenos, I'll take that too. But - and this is important, pay attention - they are not him. If you're going to work with them to stop Golbez, now would be a good time to make amends. I'm not asking you to be bedmates, I'm asking you to forgive.

"I guess I should be candid with you, as well." Minti's cup was shaking. "I was...scared, for a long time. Some days, I still am. I looked at you, and I saw *him*. I couldn't, I couldn't separate you from him. And seeing you now, talking about hope and Light and good things, I don't know if this is an act. If..." She quickly put her cup down on one of the worker's crates, for fear of it breaking. "If this is real. I'm sorry. I want to believe you."

"Minti." Zero broke her gaze from the sea to look up at the Warrior of Light's, this imperfect, broken being in the form of a viera. "I knew Zenos's feelings for you, his thoughts, but those were not, are not, mine. I wish for you to understand that. I see you as an ally and a friend, and I need for you to be strong - for all our worlds."

This was all so much to take in. There was that sinking feeling again, the one Minti experienced at Costa Del Sol. Maybe the First would do a better job at swallowing her up whole. "I think I'm going to sit down now, if you want to join me," Minti said weakly. "Look at that, I'm about to cry."

"Should I fetch you something for your eyes?"

Minti sniffled. "A tissue would be nice."

(Signora) We're going to be a weepy mess for the rest of the day, aren't we?

(The Firebird) Oh, do be quiet.

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy oc #ffxiv #minti wol #final fantasy viera #minti chocolate #zero #own writing

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I can't forgive the whole feeding people sineaters thing.... Like his whole system was neat y'know...without the drugging and murder. And having the poor sell themselves into indentured servitude....

Vauthry has a lot of potential though to be sympathetic but much like Zenos I just enjoy detesting him more. Although Zenos is on the top of my hate list. Gross little stalker man if only we only you stayed dead

Vauthry is the most sympathetic if shb antagonist as he had the least autonomy in his fate.

Least I don't hate Vauthry. I hate Zenos and Elidbus and Emhet -did everything wrong- Selch is just an entertaining asshole for me.

Think my lack of sympathy towards Vauthry mostly came from people simping for him after the innocence transformation. With looked horrifically painful. And like - the man feeds people their sick friends corpses to essentially roofie them into such a docile state they literally do not know how to take care of themselves. Please don't switch your tune because you think the uncomfortably child like monster is hot. Like please at least he was still a person beforehand

New nonnie, yeah? Again, you do you. I’m not here to say you can’t “detest” characters. 乁(ツ゚)ㄏ I’m here to point out some of the reasons people give for “detesting” this particular character don’t line up with what we are told directly in the game, or the game logic doesn’t hold up. Like “the poor selling themselves into indentured servitude". That is directly contradicted by the game dialogues, and our own WoL's experience alongside Alphinaud. I got thoughts on the “drugging and murder” thing too, but first things first: Gate Town.

Poor as in poor decision making? Yes. Poor as in, the poor of the Brume, with absolutely nowhere else to go, nothing to their name, completely at the mercy of the nobility who sit snug in their warm manors with all the Ishgardian muffins? Nnnnnnnnnnnnnno. Nonnie, how is any of the dialogue above Vauthry’s fault? I know the narrative wanted very much to push the “rich terrorizing the poor” trope again, but how does this line up with that? Alphinaud himself said he offered the denizens of Gate Town/The Derelicts alternatives--likely working for the Crystarium, or literally anywhere else instead--and they refused all of it. Even Kai-Shirr, allegedly a "matter of life or death", refused. But keep in mind, The Crystarium also required you work, if you wanted to stay.

Does that make their arrangement "indentured servitude" also?

Eulmore was looking for workers skilled in certain jobs. It wasn't some rando lottery for the amusement of the upper crust. When the jongleurs were sent out, they were looking for particular specialties, like painting, on behalf of a patron. Only the rich were required to give up their wealth and holdings for a place in Eulmore, to maintain everything as free for all living in there. Yep, including free for the workers, who outnumber the formerly rich by a lot. It's implied that in addition to all the freebies, workers were also paid well, and later in the story, they were loudly dissatisfied about Vauthry-- or, at least, his way of running the city--being gone. While Vauthry was still there, it was the city's official stance that they be recognized and respected for all their efforts.

Cruel patrons did exist in those twenty years, to be sure. Amity is full of workers who fled them. But cruelty was clearly not sanctioned nor encouraged by the city proper. Does the fanbase blame any other allied city-state leader for the heinous things their bad eggs do, or as ruthlessly? Not in my experience. (In fact, they often seem very forgiving of far, far worse.)

Also, remember how Amity was afraid that Vauthry would send the Eulmoran Army after them? He never did, in all 20 years of his position as Mayor. Why do you think that is, Nonnie? If his default was tyrant, why this? Why wasn’t he in control of all that was left of Norvrandt, not just serving as Mayor of Eulmore? He apparently offered his leadership to The Crystarium, who declined. He didn’t go raze the city, which he could have, especially considering the WoL was not on The First back then. All he did was clearly hold a dislike for the Exarch, who he calls insincere, and do things like....hire a bouncer for the Beehive, to make sure the patrons kept a hands-off approach with the dancers, a.k.a. the workers. 

Sick burn, your Lordship.  Until the events of ShB--which made it very clear Vauthry was becoming increasingly unstable--even workers who committed crimes were only exiled, not ordered to yeet themselves out a window.

Why did it change? But, TL;DR: "The hopefuls" left a reliable life for a gambler's chance in Vegas, and that in turn left their former neighbors in Wright and Stilltide struggling to maintain the workload that “the hopefuls" left vacant. But Stilltide and Wright were still selling their foodstuffs to Eulmore, so unless gil was more important to them than actual food, they were doing well, aside from the absence of "the hopefuls".

Onwards to “drugging and murder”!  ( ᐛ )b Gonna assume you mean meol when you say “drugging”, Nonnie. They never explain meol--instead, they seem to rely entirely on the shitty implication that this fat character eats people. I don’t know about you, Nonnie, but for me that trope was old long before Austin Powers. Anyhow, what we do know about meol: - It’s “made of sin eater”, even though sin eaters have no bones, blood, or meat--they explode into sparklies upon death. The narrative actually really emphasized the sparklies thing, sparklies are totally dangerous and will turn you. But the writers never even tried to explain how or why sin eater was made into bread. 

- In case you also meant meol when you said “murder”--and you probably did, you said “corpses”--it was never directly confirmed that meol was made out of sin eaters that were once people. 

Nonnie, Vauthry was Mayor of Eulmore for twenty years, and Kholusia as a whole had a small and seemingly stagnant population. If sin eater was people, how could that have been maintained?  Enough people disappearing to feed Eulmore for twenty years? The math doesn’t make any sense. There would be no one left. There would be a panic, rumors, at least whispers, not people circling the city like feral cats. 

But only one unreliable narrator--Thoarich in the Derelicts--implied ~people don’t leave the city, ooooooo~. 

Except people do leave the city. Like, all the time. Lue-Reeq does it to show up on my WoL’s doorstep at ungodly hours; someone in the Derelicts has a sweetie on the inside that comes out every day with delicacies; the guy waiting in Wright was sent out from Eulmore for booze; hunters getting their weekly marks; my WoL was bidden to “be free to roam to my heart’s content” by Dulia, etc.

- Meol was an entirely optional dish. No one was forced to eat it. Not even in  Gate Town/the Derelicts, because a.) Eulmore also gave out produce that was snubbed by fussy free citizens, and b.) there was all the meat and fish and Lemonettes in the field right there for the taking. No, I’m not talking about Bonefish, and their sad little description about how terrible they are to eat. You go twenty yalms to the left and you’re fishing up Kholusian King Crabs. 

Meol couldn’t have been part of some master plan, because there was no guarantee everyone would eat it, or eat it in the quantities needed to do....something. Mind control? Mind control that just makes the person stagger around and mutter incoherently? Makes total sense, very useful, that.

- Meol seemed to be a powerup or something for the Lightwarden, as consuming a lot of it caused the flesh of Vauthry’s back to rip off into tiny little meatwings near the end, leading to the Gulg dungeon and the Crown trial. But it couldn’t have been due to “living aether”, Sin Eaters eat that, they don’t have any of their own. Was it maybe the stagnant Sin Eater light aether completely tilting what was left of Vauthry’s living aether into Warden Time? But wouldn’t just being around all those Sin Eaters all that time have done that, without the middleman of bread?

- Alphinaud directly stated the citizens of Eulmore were in total control of themselves until the “mind control” incident. Nonnie, they weren’t helpless. The workers still knew their work, and most of them left to seek opportunities elsewhere after Vauthry was gone. Dulia was an accountant for Stoneworks. The nobleman who had no idea how to lace his shoes without a manservant was an exception, not the rule, and even that was not because of Vauthry.  Eulmore was the primary line of defense against the Sin Eaters for eighty years. All the loss from fighting that futile war broke their spirits. All the loss is why Ran’jit willingly followed in the lies Vauthry was raised on. They just wanted to live without fear before what they had every reason to believe was the end of their world, in a more lowkey parallel to XIII’s Yusnaan.  Tl;dr, again: Nonnie, meol is bad writing. Maybe you meant Ascension, too. Yes, I know, Alphinaud dramatically declared Eulmore was built on “the bones of the poor”. But since Ascension--a thing that Vauthry legit believed was real, Immaculate was the passion of his Ascension--since Ascension was only guaranteed to the (formerly) rich, if anything it was the bones of the (formerly) rich that built Eulmore. But why put logic in a stale trope, amirite? I doubt that any bones built Eulmore, though, since Ascension was implied to be every bit as optional as meol. Otherwise, why couldn’t the nice old man join the Weeping Warbler in hers, as he said he wished he could? He wouldn’t have been bullshitting us, would he? That’s sarcasm. Of course he probably would. But the fact remains no one was getting Ascended without asking.  And what do you know, as it turns out it was the Ascians who pushed Ascension as a (good) thing, and thanks to Ascians Gaia became an unattended child roaming Eulmore. Then there’s Cylva, who said it was the Ascians who convinced Vauthry to bring about the Virtues. It still boils down blaming the victim instead of, or harsher than, those that brought it all about. Nonnie, you say Vauthry had the least autonomy in his fate? He didn’t have any. 

#FFXIV #Vauthry #Lord Vauthry #character analysis

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Regency AU Headcanons

Inspiration from Bridgerton & Pride and Prejudice

Image by: @aurelia-polyps

Please go check out this post for the full set of gposes based on this AU! Alright, here’s my headcanons, and I hope to answer a few of the prompts in my inbox for this AU very soon!

Lord Masanori Aino, a highly decorated military leader and head of one of the most influential noble clans in Hingashi, travels to the distant continent of Norvrandt in order to find a suitable match for his daughter Yume, a match that he hopes will forge a strong political alliance.

Yume is now 24 years old, so she has had her “coming out” in her homeland several years ago, but she rejected every would be suitor that came along. So now her father has decided to look abroad.

Lord Aino decides to have her “coming out” in Norvrandt at a ball in Eulmore, and that is where Lord Aino makes the acquaintance of Lord Midas Garlond, the head of a noble family in Eulmore, who then introduces Yume to Midas’ son Cid.

Yume finds Cid to be pleasant and handsome, but he shares none of her interests, so she is ultimately disappointed and not interested in Cid romantically. Her father however, was impressed by him and his accomplishments as a lead engineer of Eulmore’s airships.

It is at this same ball that Yume first meets the Crystal Exarch of the Crystarium, G’raha Tia. G’raha is the newly elected head of state in the small country of Lakeland. Yume is immediately smitten with G’raha, as she finds him incredibly handsome, charming, and intriguing.

While Yume has her eyes on the Exarch, her father begins negotiations with Midas to arrange a marriage for Cid and Yume, but there’s one catch: both Cid and Yume must agree to the marriage as well. Lord Aino knows that this will be his biggest challenge to overcome, as Yume is infamously picky and has high standards.

The Crystarium is the capital of Lakeland, the only major democratic state in the region, and they are currently in a Cold War with Kholusia, a powerful country who is lead by their monarch King Vauthry I. Eulmore is a traditional monarchy, and has a clear caste system.

Kholusia’s caste system and traditional monarchy aligns more with Hingan values, so Lord Aino looks down on G’raha, as he was elected by commoners who, in his opinion, have no business deciding who the head of state should be. So Lord Aino doesn’t entertain the thought of trying to marry Yume off to the Exarch at all.

Cid and G’raha soon become rivals for Yume’s affections, and the rivalry is made worse by the fact that they are political enemies as well, so both men know that whoever wins Yume’s heart also gains a political ally in Hingashi.

Despite Lord Aino pursuing the arrangement for Yume to marry Cid, Yume and G’raha meet several times after the ball, and the two begin to fall in love with each other. So G’raha then decides to arrange a ball in the Crystarium so that he can get closer to Yume, and hopefully be able to ask for her hand in marriage.

Okay, that’s it for now! Feel free to join in on this AU! If you do, please tag me so I can see it!! Thank you all so much!! 🥰💖

#ffxiv headcanons #regency au #g’raha tia #graha tia #crystal exarch #g’raha x wol #grahawol #wolgraha #yume aino #oc: paint it black #yume x g’raha #ship: evermore #so yeah I decided to go with Exarch G’raha instead of Allagan Prince #I realized that it had much more of a regency feel to it than the other option #but I hope y’all enjoy nevertheless

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FFXIVWrite 2023 Prompt #29: Contravention

contravention (n.): an action that violates a law, treaty, or other ruling.

Rating: T

Word Count: 422

(A sequel to this)

Kouh'to assumed his casting stance once more. "And for my final act, I shall make Lord Vauthry...DISAPPEAR!" From his hand, he cast a massive blast of fire at Eulmore's ruler. Immediately, two of the humanoid sin eaters nearby jumped to his defense and were completely incinerated, dissolving into aether. Kouh'to raised an eyebrow. That was almost too fast...

The whole court fell into shocked silence.

"Seize him!" Vauthry shrieked. "How dare he try to attack me in the middle of a performance! I want that Mystel obliterated! I want him beheaded and fed to my sin eaters!" He pounded his fists on his chair like a child throwing a tantrum. The audience gave way to the rush of guards that flooded the center of the room and surrounded Kouh'to.

They all attacked him at once. He quickly cast The Ram's Voice, tapping his cane at the ground to create a field of ice that froze all the nearest guards in their tracks and caused others to slip. He cast Toad Oil as he made a break for the balcony window, sliding across the ice and then slipping by the crowd and more guards.

He made it to the edge of the railing and slowly turned around. The guards were blocking him in, gradually advancing towards him with their weapons brandished. He gave them all a wry, toothy grin. "Now, now. Autograph signings will be held after the performance!"

"What are you waiting for?" Howled Vauthry. "Kill him!"

The moment they charged, he flipped the bird and vaulted over the railing and fell down into the sea below, activating Leviathan Trance right before he hit the water.

"My lord, should we go after him?" One guard asked.

"That foolish, ungrateful man would rather dive to his death that live under my glorious rule, would he? Leave him to the beasts!"

Well, thank the gods for the Kojin's blessing. Or should it be 'kami'? Kouh'to thought as he looked up in Eulmore's direction from under the ocean. I should lay low for a bit before resurfacing. Maybe swim around for a bit; head to where I buried my escape supplies and change into my disguise. I'll have to lay very low for a while even after leaving the area. Maybe I'll grow my hair out to help with that...

-Meanwhile, in the Crystarium-

Watching the whole scene unfold through the Ocular, the Crystal Exarch pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Well, she did say her younger brother had a knack for trouble...

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #WoL Adjacents #Kouh'to Rhikta

[pangolinheart]

FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 22 - FULSOME

Eulmore is home to many horrors: some big, some small. Sometimes it's the little ones that stick with you.

Rating: Teen Genre: Angst, horror Characters: Z'rhiki Irhi (Warrior of Light), minor Eulmoran NPCs Word Count: 874 Content Warnings: Mentions of character death

It was the third time she had vomited since coming to the First.

The first time had been shortly after her arrival. The trip had left her dizzy and disoriented, and the ocean of vivid purple surrounding her had not helped to settle her stomach. She had been overzealous in her attempts to right herself and had paid the price for it.

The second time had been in the aftermath of Tesleen’s horrific death. Even among all of the awful things she had witnessed in her role as the Warrior of Light, that had easily been one of the worst. She doubted she would ever forget the way Tesleen’s body had convulsed as the corruption seized it, or her agonizing screams when the transformation overtook her. She was thankful that she had long ago learned to disconnect the parts of her that were capable of terror or anguish or disgust in times of crisis, at least for Alisaie’s sake. She had managed to keep her head while shepherding her stricken friend and the blank-faced Halric back into the safety of the camp. She had maintained her composure long enough to settle them both the best she could, and deliver the grim news to the other carers of the Inn at Journey’s head. Then, she had quietly excused herself to empty the contents of her stomach behind a stack of crates.

Compared to that, the trigger this time had been almost mundane. She couldn’t say for sure what about it had made her insides churn so violently, but the outcome had been the same.

Eulmore itself was a deeply unsettling place. Despite, or perhaps in part because of, its reputation as a bastion of pleasure and plenty, it had become obvious that the city played host to its own share of horrors before they had even made it past the gates. It was less a paradise and more a bloated corpse. It was a fulsome banquet that had been left to rot. Though the sight of it could certainly prove tempting to hungry passersby, closer inspection would reveal only moldering fruit and maggot-eaten meat. It was a feast that could only be enjoyed by those willing to eat in the dark, or those simply too starved to care.

It wasn’t just the excess, the exploitation, and the total disregard for the lives of others that chewed on her nerves, however. While those things were terrible enough in their own right, they were nothing that couldn’t be found in Ul’dah or Ishgard, if one bothered to look. What disturbed her about the citizens of Eulmore was just how happy they all seemed about it – the free and the bonded alike.

That, she decided, was what had churned her stomach about her conversation with the poor auri songstress and her employer: the giddy way they had talked about the girl’s “ascension”. They could call it whatever they pleased, what they were discussing was feeding her to a sineater. And they both seemed so damned pleased about it. It tore at her how thankful the woman had been for the grisly death sentence she had been handed. Rhiki didn’t know whether the “ascension” process involved becoming a sineater or simply a meal for one, but she had seen both and would wish neither on anyone, not even this Lord Vauthry she had heard so much about.

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes as she wiped the remaining traces of vomit from her lips. She had no doubt they both believed what had been said. It would almost be easier to think that the doomed musician was being deceived by a capricious lord who merely wanted to be rid of her, but the free Eulmoran to whom she had been bonded had sounded so sincere, going so far as to even bring up with fond anticipation his own ultimate fate. She couldn’t help but imagine the young woman excitedly presenting herself for execution, believing that she was being blessed right up until the pain started to seep through her. Would she feel confusion? Betrayal? Anger? She would almost certainly feel fear, the poor thing.

She doubled over again.

She wished she could run after them, grab the songstress’ arm and dash as fast as she could out of the city, back to the Crystarium, but she knew that she would never make it down the stairs, let alone through the gates. Eulmore still commanded a sizeable guard, after all, and she knew the girl would fight her every step of the way.

And what of her employer? Would he be allowed to live in blissful ignorance until his own ascension was upon him? Would there come a day when he realized the terrible fate he has inflicted on his cherished songbird? The type of death he had unknowingly sent her to? If he did, she didn’t envy him that. He may have been a feckless, morally bankrupt noble, but even still... She could only imagine the ways that would torment him until his own dying day.

She breathed deeply. In and out. In and out. When she felt confident she wouldn’t be reliving any more of her past meals, she straightened up. She had to find Alphinaud.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #shadowbringers spoilers #shadowbringers #eulmore #rhiki tag #auggie writes #i remember this being the part of the WoLs first trip to Eulmore that I kept thinking about #i'll go back and edit this later when i have time

[brineffxiv]

Ah, so this is Vauthry. I will not lie, I am disappointed. How predictable that the first major fat character we meet is a childish and cruel lord of indolence.

Don't mistake me, I think Vauthry's got a good design, what I take issue with is that apart from him (and Dulia-Chai, who is also a resident in Vauthry's city of laziness) every single other character in this game is fit and gorgeous. I just feel. Tired. Very tired. Makes me not even want to analyze the rest of the cutscene: blah blah pointless cruelty, blah blah gotta feed the pet sin eaters living flesh, blah bla---

Yo, Vauthry, is that a face on your tit??

Is he keeping a sin eater in his shirt? Or? What?

I like that Alphinaud had to physically hold me back from attacking the guy. Let me at 'im Alphi, you know I could win this.

Alas, we gotta get Kai-Shirr to safety. And then Vauthry flails about trying to stand, falls on his face and throws a temper tantrum like a baby, and I roll my eyes again.

But then, we pan out, and juuuuust before we fade to black...

Solus zos Galvus! Hell yes. Give me more Solus. Love that guy. There's a villain I can sink my teeth into.

#ffxiv liveblog #rhesh'a tag #vauthry #eulmore #alphinaud leveilleur #solus zos galvus