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cherry-blossomtea · 11 months

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People who complain about those who undercut by 1 Gil you know that we do that to be polite right?

If everyone undercuts by 1 Gil, the price stays relatively stable. If everyone undercuts by hundreds or even thousands it leads to devaluation or worse, a fluctuating market. Trust me, the bots that undercut are annoying, but it’s the bots, not the undercutting.

Ppl complain about stuff being overpriced and I’m not going to knock that one bc it’s true to some extent—that being said it is ridiculously easy to make extra money in this game if you really want to. To what extent do we lower the values of certain items? Inflation is out of control wrt things like materia absolutely (especially DOH/DOL materia but if you’re worrying about that you definitely can make enough cash to deal with that) but on some level, it is a free market. Hop over to another world if you rly need something on the cheap ig.

But honestly I’m curious how people feel about this.

#like I guess you can list it at the same price?#but culturally undercutting by 1 gil is considered polite in like #all the communities im in #the people who piss us off are the ones who tank the value of a market #e-capitalism #ffxiv #do I post my shit guide to making gil #I would be so rich if I could reign in my spending but alas I’m a housing addict

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lesenbyan · 11 months

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I keep thinking about Garlean technology versus Eorzean but this time I'm specifically on the medical sciences bc like.

We don't hear it often but Eorzea is still using the 4 humors. They have magical healing so it makes sense their understanding of biology and medicine is stunted (and then you add on the sheer destruction that comes from the calamities that often basically has everyone clawing their way back from literally nothing. I expect we only have so much of Allag left bc they had a tendency to launch shit into the sky.) Like i'm sure there are some scientifically minded people that want/do biology research in Eorzea, but I feel like there are societal rules against, like, autopsies and such much like irl societies have/had. And as far as I know, there is no evidence of surgery in eorzea in canon

On the other hand we see Garlemald and we know surgery exists bc of some of the modifications to bosses (looking at you SB.) We know they must have a comprehensive grasp of medicine to have been half as prosperous as an Empire. We see far too many old garlean men for me to believe it's all luck and genetics. I don't think they rival today's medicine, mind, but I think they know what an antibiotic is, you know?

What i'm saying is, these two practices have their benefits both but I imagine they can also treat completely different things. Like of course there's overlap but imagine Garlean medicine finding the cure to the Creeping Death? They give Eorzea the ability to triage so deep stabbings aren't necessarily fatal bc magic can't close the wound? What about magically assissted surgery? Makes it 100% survival rates bc the boost? What if we marry the two?

#personal;#ffxiv;#idk what to tag this #ffxiv meta;#i guess #this is the idea i'm going with with Aki; she'll eventually head a medical branch of the Ironworks #esp with another branch specifically dedicated to prosthetics both dumb and smart #/gestures vaguely at Roelle #like garleans have trains and cars and highways and shit and we have dirt roads and teleportation #like they're terrible but i think my WWII hyperfixation is shifting to garlemald bc i'm less likely to be called a facist for Deep Diving #for a Videoed Game

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hereliesbou · 4 days

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Rate my Argos themed portrait and Adventurer's Plate. 🥴 Cause i'm a huge dork and i'm taking my favourite stalker thru my favourite video game. I dunno why the flower crown won't show up in the adventurer's plate. I think I gotta update it. I just wanted more plant/flower themed stuff in the image. He's a white mage mainly cause "blood for the blood lilly" and also I think it's not out of character for him to want to try and help. I also think, Dark Knight, Reaper and Astrologian are also all very good classes for Argos and I have reasons as to why!!! ESPECIALLY FOR DARK KNIGHT!!!! I will be picking all of them up for him.

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safert0fu · 1 year

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IMPORTANT!!

not sure how much traction this will get on here but !! i'm still out of a job and looking, but in the meantime the bills are continuing.

i've a 200$ on that's gonna be a blow to the finances coming up, and would appreciate any help i can get.

i've also got venmo @ QQKinu if that's preferred.

as an incentive, i'm also willing to do bust sketches or simple full body doodles for any donations $20 and over ! just include it in your ko-fi msg or DM me the receipts (here works, but i'm more easily reached thru twitter @/safertofu)

here's some examples of recent work. i mostly draw ffxiv but can do others w. reference

thanks for your time!! pls reblog, it means a lot to me!

#ooc #emergency shit #commissions #art #ffxiv #i guess it counts?

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maridiayachtclub · 1 month

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frankly i don't know why more people aren't repulsed by the idea of past lives in fiction. "yeah, your identity and your accomplishments and your legacy are all secondary to some other entirely different process." gross! "yeah i don't want to treat you like an individual but just as an extension of someone else's life. also that person is dead and gone so not only am i disrespecting you, i'm doing it in favor of an almost entirely arbitrary ideal." awful! invalidating!

#yes this is about FFXIV's awful reincarnated soul lore that the game was better off without #ffxiv spoilers #i -guess-. i know they spoiled a lot of shit for me!

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diadoesart · 1 year

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I got to meet my fc and fc adjacent buds irl in November!

Highlights included getting jump scared by a christmas tree, bird herding and insulting rugby by accident u_u

#ffxiv #ff14 #i guess?#lalafell #miqo'te #viera #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #fc related shennanigans #oh also red lemonade is the shit #im so sad we don't get it here

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eva-cybele · 1 year

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the wages of mercy

A knock resonated against the heavy oak door of his office, and Aymeric looked up from the seemingly endless reports of Dravanian movement, stifling a sigh at being interrupted. “Yes?”

“The Warrior of Light requests an audience, Lord Commander.”

The lack of shouting and attempted knocking down of his door was enough to tell Aymeric which woman he was dealing with today, and he tilted his head in curiosity. Kaede Kazarishi had so far treated him with a careful respect, maintaining a polite but professional distance. That she should seek him out was… unusual, to say the least.

He called out an assent and settled back in his seat, even more surprised to see only Kaede walk through his door. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen her without at least the Leveilleur boy for company. His curiosity grew, but something about the way that she walked into his office, slow and deliberate, made the feeling turn to dread, and his palm itched for Naegling. The feeling only intensified as he registered the lack of sword at her hip, and that the shield on her back had been replaced with a claymore.

There had been whispers, of a foreign woman with horns and scales, wielding the dark arts – but Aymeric had assumed that if it was either of them, it was Marzanna. Never, in all of his years of life, would he have thought that the honorable Kaede Kazarishi, free paladin and hero of the realm, was a Fury-damned dark knight.

When she reached the far side of his desk, she stopped, and lifted cobalt blue eyes to his – eyes that contained none of the calm courtesy he was used to receiving from her. Instead, they were filled with cold fury.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, my lady?” The formality rolled off of his tongue without thought, despite her lack of title. Something told him that he needed to step carefully here, lest the ice crack beneath his feet.

Crossing her arms, her stare bored a hole in him as she spoke, wasting no time on idle plesantries. “I heard a troubling story at the Forgotten Knight today.”

All manner of responses ran through his head at once, but he discarded them all as either too light-hearted, or too dismissive. Instead, he merely inclined his head and waited for her to continue.

“Does the name Orl mean anything to you?”

Whatever he had been expecting, it had not been that, but perhaps he should have. Aymeric suppressed a grimace, and nodded. “It does. As both the surname of a man wanted by the Holy See, and the name of a clan of refugee xaela that once briefly settled in the western highlands.”

“And what happened to them?” The question sounded bland and flat on the surface, emotionless – but he could sense that she was anything but.

“I had not yet earned my knighthood, and thus I have no firsthand account, but I know what I have read in reports. I sense the tale they tell differs somewhat from the one that you have been privy to.” When she did not respond, patiently waiting for the answer to her question, he soldiered on. “According to the official reports, the Convictors in the western highlands were attacked by black scaled men, assumed to be some new variety of dravanian heretic. And so the Temple Knights were dispatched to end the threat. Only after did we learn that they were not heretics, but refugees from another land.”

The Warrior of Light’s jaw clenched, and then relaxed, as if she was forcing all her anger inwards, away from the surface. “And the truth?”

The truth. It was always so godsdamned difficult to navigate when the Church was involved, and Aymeric let out a long exhale through his nose. “The truth… is that the Convictors were the aggressors, and what followed when the Temple Knights arrived was less a battle, and more of a slaughter. The Lord Commander at the time maintained that he did not know that there were women and children among them when he dispatched his men, but the truth of that I do not know. The order came from the Archbishop directly, and he could not refuse.”

The raen took a step forward, firelight glinting off of the golden scales on her cheek as she planted gloved hands on his desk and leaned in. “And what, exactly, happened to these knights once the Church learned of this error? That they had wrongfully massacred a group of families who sought only to flee the empire?” Her control was fracturing, splintering into shards, and venom slipped into her tone as she demanded justice for a people that, while not hers directly, no longer had a voice to demand it for themselves.

Aymeric willed himself to calm, even as alarm bells blared in his mind at being the object of the rage that had felled gods.

“Most of them are dead. One by one, over the years, they have disappeared. The Holy See covered up what happened to the Orl tribe, save for the quiet dissemination of information about the existence of the au ra, and their difference from Dravanians. But someone knew who particpated, and chose to take matters into their own hands. Alas, all my attempts to apprehend their murderer have met with failure, I’m afraid.” He held her gaze steadily, willing her to understand what he could not put into words. Walls had ears, even in his office. Especially in his office, at times.

Kaede’s eyes narrowed, staring at him in consideration. “…Do you go to the Forgotten Knight often, Lord Commander?”

The change in topic seemed sudden, but Aymeric caught her meaning immediately. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he spoke, “No. Not as much as I did in my youth. But I assure you, very little goes on within its walls that I do not know of.”

It wasn’t as if Sidurgu Orl was inconspicuous, after all. The Forgotten Knight held a certain amount of independence in the city, but even with Gibrillont’s protection, he would have been caught long ago, had any other man been Lord Commander.

The justice of the dark knights was brutal, but oftentimes necessary. As badly as Aymeric wanted to excise the corruption from the heart of the Holy See, his efforts were slow, constantly hampered on all sides by protocol and tradition. It would be worth it in the end – lasting change could not be forced from without, but must come from within. With that, however, came an inability to act against individual evils, while he attempted to address the greater one.

So he turned a blind eye as Sidurgu cut down the kind of men who could murder a child without remorse.

Kaede’s face had – not softened, exactly, but certainly grown more considering as she mulled over his answer. Some of the barely leashed intensity had dissipated, and when she drew herself back upright, he almost thought that perhaps there was a glint of respect in her expression that had not been present before. “Well. I thank you for your time, Lord Commander, and for the humoring of my… curiosity.”

He nodded as some of the tension in his shoulders finally unwound, his battle instincts no longer screaming at him that he was in imminent danger. Not that he thought she would have murdered him outright, had he not answered her question to her satisfaction. But the Champion of Eorzea, even disgraced, was not a woman he wanted to make an enemy of. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Rising from his seat, he walked around to the front of his desk, stopping a respectful distance from his guest, but close enough that she might still hear him as he lowered his voice. “Kaede. We are allies, are we not? I hope that I have earned some small measure of your trust, just as you have gained mine.”

She dipped her head in a nod of acknowledgement. “We are, and you have.”

The admission, he sensed, was not one that was easily given.

Leather-covered fingertips idly ghosted over the wood grain of his desk as she turned to leave, and then paused, turning back. “Oh. A temple knight tried to kill me today, on charges of heresy. I spared him.”

Aymeric blinked in surprise, which quickly turned to anger. His knights were loyal to him, but half of the men under his command were not his knights at all – they belonged to the Archbishop, and to their own zealotry and xenophobia.

Constantly he was fighting a war on multiple fronts: the dragons, the clergy, the nobility, the knighthood. Daggers on every side, and no indication on which might be the next to strike.

Leashing his frustration, Aymeric folded his arms. “I will see that it’s dealt with.”

A smirk, born of black humor, pulled up the corner of Kaede’s mouth, and she shook her head. “Oh, I don’t think he’ll trouble me again, ser.”

The meaning of her phrasing sunk in – that she had personally taken mercy on the man, not that he yet lived. It was cold. Efficient. A dark knight’s response.

A part of him was almost jealous.

Instead, he shook his head, and continued on like there was no double meaning to her words. “No one has any right to accuse you without a formal trial. I will ensure that the knighthood is reminded of that.” And considering her performance in the trial held for Tataru Taru and Alphinaud Leveilleur, she should have no fear of that, either.

Her mouth softened into a small actual smile, perhaps the first he’d ever seen from her. “Thank you, Aymeric.”

The smile paired with his name from her lips, with no titles attached, spread a strange warmth through his chest as he watched her leave.

#ffxiv writing #wolmeric #aymeric de borel #warrior of light #daughters of dusk and dawn #sons of ice and fury #look I have an au ra DRK there's some shit they needed to DISCUSS #the orl tribe is so glossed over and it bums me out #so I'll fill in the gaps myself I guess!#eva writes #ffxiv fanfiction

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