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Sultanate Government Personnel Data

Name: Eirikir Lumiere (Erik) Mynhier Codename: Desertbreaker Service: Immortal Flames Unit: Second Flame Brigade, Air Squadron Red (Nickname: The Red Wings) Rank: Flame Captain Age: 39 Race: Hyur Highlander (50%), Midlander (25%), Elezen Wildwood (25%) Marital Status: Married (Cliodhna Eoghan, First Flame Lieutenant) Children: Vanya Caladhiel, (First Flame Lieutenant), Lenna Faris Mynhier Nationality: Thanalanian (formerly Gyr Abanian) Special Notes: Prosthetic Right Eye, Devout of Halone, Sabophobic

Profile History

{The following is a historical record and psychological profile Eirikir Lumiere Mynhier, here after refered to as “Subject” or “Mynhier”.}

Mynhier was born in the Gyr Abanian capitol city of Ala Mhigo in the year 1544 to Ulrich Mynhier (FILE NOTE: Subject’s father was a member of the Corpse Brigade, investigation into possible compromise found no unusual activity.) and Heather (nee. Fortemps) Mynhier.

In 1557 Subject was present for the Imperial invasion of Ala Mhigo. (FILE NOTE: Despite severe trauma at the hands of the Garlean Empire as well as numerous direct and clandestine encounters which have see the Subject receive many commendations, Subject’s spouse is a known former Imperial Operative currently allied to the Sultanate Government, made possible by an arrangement from Immortal Flames in exchange for tactical and technical information.) It was during the city’s counter offensive Subject’s father was killed.

One of the Subject’s two known siblings (Tietra Mynhier) was lost during the invasion. Subject’s mother extracted Mynhier, as well as, according to record, Subject’s maternal grandfather (Tellah Fortemps {FILE NOTE: Data Classified}), as well as two children from another family who lived in the Subject’s household, Cian Cadmus (FILE NOTE: Second Flame Lieutenant, MIA, medical test confirm Cain Cadmus shares fraternity with Mynhier through the Subject’s father.) and Lenna Cadmus. Subject’s mother was also responsible for bringing all listed to Gridania and negotiating sanctuary for the survivors with Stillglade Fane.

In 1560 Subject left The Black Shroud and relocated to Ul'dah, joining a mercenary unit (Crimson Watch) based there. Subject served with distinction both before and after sanctioned ties were established with the Sultanate Government. After sanctioned status, the unit’s specialty of covert action attracted the attention of the Thanalanian government, and the Subject’s record was reviewed and marked for possible commission with the implementation and resurrection of the Immortal Flames.

During this time the Subject’s was implemented in operations including the invasion of Castrum Novum (Operation Details: CLASSIFIED), as well as the Battle at Carteneau (Operation Details: CLASSIFIED). The results of the Carteneau lead to the full sanctioned status of the Crimson Watch, with full integration of the unit and the majority of its staff into the Immortal Flames. Subject’s rank prior to the integration (First Lieutenant) was carried over (First Flame Lieutenant). Subsequently the death of the Commanding Officer of the Crimson Watch, Ser. Juliette Monroe (Sultansworn, Posthumous: Flame Captain) as a result of the battle, making the Subject’s rank Flame Captain and granting command of the unit via Field Promotion.

The Crimson Watch was reorganized immediately, and re-designated Immortal Flames Squadron Red (later Immortal Flames Air Squadron Red), know by the unit’s handle designation “The Red Wings”. The primary missions following Immortal Flames integration were and are covert in nature, however over time the unit has changed and expanded in mission with the introduction of the unit’s five airships as well as technology and expertise obtained from the unit’s clandestine activities on behalf of IF Command and the Sultanate Government.

(UPDATE): Following the events of Operation: Black Eagle (Operation Details: CLASSIFIED), Subject and his remaining unit were granted permission to open selective recruitment.

Educational Data

The Subject has through both military experience as well as academic pursuits, has become very well educated. Maintaining a large base of general knowledge, Subject counts their primary subject mastery as Aeronautics, Military Tactics, Alchemy, and Geological Survey. The subject also maintains basic knowledge in Mammet Theory, Void Theory, Undead Theory, Conjury, and Industrial Manufacturing.

As of this date, Subject maintains a Master rank in the Alchemist Guild of Ul’dah. This rank was achieved following the Calamity. After his induction to the Immortal Flames and promotion to Flame Captain, Subject felt it was wise to “round himself out” beyond military knowledge and began to pursue teachers and classes in his spare time. It was during this time he began his studies in the Alchemist Guild, reaching the rank of Master five years later. (NOTE: Subject’s rank in the guild allowed him to enter his daughter into the guild, who has since become a medical doctor) Subject’s chemical specialty is in a non-medical branch, industrial chemicals and compound reactions.

Both Aeronautics and Military Tactics are an obvious result of his military career. Aeronautics was due in large part to his Unit’s high use of airships. While his Military Tactics, his knowledge of various weapons, as well as large and small strategies are all a result of various commanders, trainers, and leaders through his career.

Geological Survey however is both military and academic in origin. Geology became important to his duties for a year when his unit acted as an engineer corp aiding in natural disasters. To further his knowledge he sought study with the Miner’s Guild, gaining a mastery of land surveying and a basic understanding of geology in general.

Of his lesser knowledge, Mammet Theory is his favored subject. Beginning study at the Goldsmith Guild of Ul’dah as early as seventeen years old, due entirely to his encountering of, and befriending of the mammet Montblanc. Void and Undead Theory are required learning for any armed member of the Sultanate due to the high rate of encounter in Thanalan. Subject studied both subjects in the Arrzaneth Ossuary and the Sultansworn Headquarters respectfully.

His knowledge of Conjury is due entirely to his mother who was a member of the Conjurer’s Guild in Gridania for three years and a long practicing Conjurer before that.

Operational Data

The Subject maintains multiple duties tied to his service indirectly. These duties include, but are not limited to maintaining security of high level cargo, consulting the various Guilds of Ul’dah on request of Flame Command, maintaining open supply and diplomatic lines with contacts in the “Brothers of Ash”, and maintaining active support services (commissary, exchange, chaplain, shipping, postal, banking, and medical services) in his base of operations, Baron Hall.

Technical Data

{Due to the Subject’s unit’s technical expertise, Subject has been augmented using experimental technology based off of Garlean technology, due entirely to combat injuries.

Subject is also in possession of various devices, also based almost entirely by Garlean technology. The exception being two devices which use aethernet and linkpearl technology respectively.}

“Heart Of Stone”

Due to a series of injuries to the Subject, both physical and aetheric, the Subject’s heart had become to damaged to function. Requiring a replacement, a device was developed by the Alchemist Guild under the direction of Lieutenant Eoghan of the Immortal Flames, and Doctor [REDACTED]. Using the aetheric adaptation system used in the Subject’s artificial eye, combined with Garlean medical science, an artificial heart was developed that solves both the issue of pumping blood as well as regulating aether. The heart, nicknamed “The Heart of Stone” by some who worked on the project at the Alchemist Guild, is a marvel of engineering, science, and magic. The inclusion of the new heart has allowed all of the Subjects other augmentations to be re-tuned to the heart allowing for enhanced effects due to a more compatible and direct connection to the Subject’s aether well.

The Subject’s circulatory system is now automatically regulated for top efficiency, allowing the Subject to maintain almost superhyur levels of endurance by means of automatic annalists and corrections of blood pressure, oxygen, and lactic acid levels. This allows the Subject for example to maintain athletic activities for much longer without the need to stop then another of similar build and health.

As for the aetheric regulation, that function is straight forward. Acting like a mammet core or any power regulator in most forms of magitek, the unit prevents and controls power “peaks and valleys”, allowing the Subject full control over their body’s native aether reserves.

Grimlock

During the battle of Ghimlyt Dark, Subject’s injuries and previously damaged aetheric control left him with few options to defend himself. By luck he survived with the aid of a discarded gunblade. Upon return to Ul’dah, and following his medical recovery, the self same gunblade, updated and modified by the Red Wings’ Chief Engineer was gifted to the Subject.

The gunblade, named Grimlock, is an augmented M-XIV Scaevan model, modified to the Subject’s unique physiology. Modifications include use of the Subject’s artificial aether regulating heart for quick cartridge charging, targeting protocol via his artificial eye, an “aether lock” to prevent use of the weapon by anyone but the Owner, as well as other functions deemed classified by Flame Command.

Outsider

The Subject’s secondary weapon is based off of a Mark-II Garo design. Used as a backup sidearm, the Outsider as its called is far more compact then firearms common to Eorzea. The weapon operates in tandem with a utility pack, as is the case with even common firearms. Like the Grimlock, this weapon interacts with the Subject’s unique body augments in similar ways, including power supply, targeting and owner locking. Of note the utility pack has been enhanced to allow for mammet modification in combat situations

Montblanc

The Subject’s assistant and oldest continually present companion is the mammet Montblanc. The Subject found the mammet during his first mission with the Crimson Watch. Investigating a merchant caravan that had been attacked, Subject found the mammet broken and deactivated. Using free time to study Allagen writings on them and taking up study in the Goldsmith Guild, Mynhier managed to reactivate the mammet a year after finding him. Since then the small being has been a faithful all be it silent partner, due to its damaged and non-operational voice module.

Montblamc’s role in the Red Wings and the Immortal Flames as a whole is as Mynhier’s assistant and company clerk. The mammet is well suited to its purpose, being an expert in correlating, filing, and record keeping. Also it has seen a steady increase in combat due to a device the Red Wings developed that allows for interesting combat applications.

Crystal Eye

Subject lost their right eye due to a combat injury. An eye was crafted under classified contract with the Alchemist and Goldsmith Guilds under the supervision of the Immortal Flames. The eye is based on aetheric theory and a salvaged Garlean medical scanning device. Called the Long Yield Bilateral Resonance Apparatus or L.Y.B.R.A. for short, the device allows the user to scan a target and receive basic medical information. Though originally for medical use it also has combat potential, such as detecting living organisms hidden by magic, technology, or solid objects with an active range of twenty-five fulms. Once the eye is in place in the socket, its crystalline form self glamours by attuning to the Subject’s aetheric aura, making it look real. The aetheric link also allows the eye to function as a normal eye, granting the Subject 20/20 vision in his right eye.

Hearing Aid/Internal Linkpearl

An implanted linkpearl in the Subject’s right ear that allows for full hands-free use of his pearl, as well as at will enhanced hearing, allowing the Subject to hear at a high distance or pinpoint on a single voice in a crowd. Originally augmented due to hearing loss from a ruptured eardrum, the pearl itself was engineered to be undetectable by common scanning devices, and encrypts communications going in and out. The pearl also has basic tap features, allowing the user to tap into non-encrypted channels. This however requires government sanction.

The Red Wings Crest

A company emblem patch worn by members of the unit. Inside it however is a complicated aetheric construct device that utilizes both stored and ambient fire aether to construct what resembles a bird made of fire. The construct is nearly silent and resistant to conventional forms of detection. Though it seems living the construct is not. The ambient aether is used in the formation and no matter how much is present, no amount of aether can extend the charge in the patch. As a result the patch only has enough energy to maintain the construct for six minutes descending, and four minutes ascending, making the constructs only viable as a “ship to shore” transport. After use the patch recharges off the ambient fire aether in the present environment. At maximum charging, ambient charging takes four hours. Charging on a charge device requires only one hour.

Tipping Scales Earrings

A pair of earrings emblazoned with the seal of the Immortal Flames. Both earrings together form a small but powerful explosive device. The right holds half of the chemical mix and the charger, the left the other half and the fuse. Removed and pressed back to back creates the explosive which the Subject can use effectively to enter or exit a structure, remove small threats, or start a larger chain reaction as needed.

Tipping Scales Bracelet

A multi functional device that allows the Subject to conjure holographic displays allowing him to see critical data on the fly. Also embedded is a small emergency device that allows the Subject limited access to the Aethernet Teleportation System. The device is limited as in it can only be used in short range (around five hundred yalms) and only to return to an airship equipment with a receiver. It also only maintains enough of a charge for a single one-way use.

Tipping Scales Ring

A simple ring embedded with a simple heating element powered by a few grains of fire aether crystals. A common issue to Immortal Flames Officers, the self heating ring is used to sign and seal important documents. Subject’s ring has been modified, allowing the ring to burn at a much higher temperature, allowing it to act as a cutting tool.

CLOSING FILE REMARKS

It is the opinion of this profiler, after reviewing all relevant data that Subject Mynhier is fit for active duty and command. However due to numerous trauma both physical and psychological, it is my recommendations that the Subject be examined fully for any signs of functional deterioration.

Also a full review of First Flame Lieutenants Eoghan and Caladhiel in regards to possible corruption due to their unusual backgrounds as well as any undo sway they may have over the Subject. This seems prudent due to the Subject’s access to classified intelligence.

(UPDATE): Following the events of the Horsemen conflict, Subject’s aether was returned to his original levels, however a large degree of instability as been left. This disability has not effected his physical agility and strength, it has however effected the effectiveness of his aetheric combat skills. Subject has been noted to display random moments of drastic overpowered or under-powered effects and even sudden loss of power. This left Mynhier to his sidearm Outsider and his brute strength following a failure of his aetheric skills in sword and shield, his preferred form of combat. The failure occurred during the Battle at Ghimlyt Dark, nearly leading to Subject’s death, forestalled only by the quick acquisition of an Imperial gunblade.

Injuries during the stated battle have lead to further augmentation of the Subject. Weakening of the Subject’s aetheric control during the Horsemen event as well as the above stated injuries from combat (a grazing of the left atrial chamber of his heart) lead to an elegant solution by the Alchemist Guild and Flame engineers lead by the efforts of the Red Wings’ Chief Engineer. A magitek based artificial heart. Acting as both a biological pump for the Subject’s circulatory system as well as regulator for the Subject’s natural aether.

Due to this unusual situation, it is suggested that Subject be medically evaluated every three moons by the Alchemist Guild and not by his primary physician.

#ffxiv #rwings #balmung #roleplay

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eriks-journal · 6 years ago

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X-Men - FFXIV Edition

Blue Mage is secretly a way for the Devs to sell FFXIV to Disney as an X-Men videogame lol.

#ffxiv #balmung #rwing #x-men #funny

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eriks-journal · 6 years ago

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Lonely Man (A Red Wings RP Tale)

{Its been awhile I know. Hopefully life lets me tell more stories here again. Here is a little story coming out of a recent RP. Timeline let’s say its vaguely present. Let me know if you like it.}

It was somewhere, it could have been anywhere. The quiet club bore nothing much of a regional look. While it was within the lands of the Garlean Empire, its distance from the capitol left it more to the style of those who came and went along the crossroads from Imperial lands to the Eorzean lands of the south. Here the war was something that happened elsewhere. Here people lived ordinary lives and cared little for the world and more for their own struggles.

The electric lights held a dim effect over the darkly lit bar, their hold strongest upon the stage. The light seemed drawn to the sultry and soft voice found standing easily upon the stage along the back wall. Her voice called to the few warm bodies sitting about. Their lives of hardship eased by her beauty and her song.

The soft creak of the door went unnoticed by all but the bartender, who silently nodded with his trademark liar's smile. Something seemed dishonest with him, not in the common way, but dishonest in his happiness. His eyes were so sad, they gave him away. The man who had entered and nodded back. Despite the feeling he gave off Anton had grown to liked the bartender. He approached his usual stool and sat sideways. He liked watching the singer in here while he talked with the only man in this fucking settlement that he actually liked. "Evening Lu." he said to the bartender as casually as he did every night.

"Anton, usual?" he replied with that self same liar's smile. Anton wasn't sure sometimes if Lu liked him or not, but lonely men cannot be picky with friends. "Please. How long has Edyis been on?" The one-eyed barman poured Anton's drink as he replied. "It's her second song I think. Not sure really, been payin' attention to that redhead at the the last table. I like'em a bit bigger than little Edy." Anton liked Lu, but hated his accent. He had been working out of Ala Mhigo for a few years and the bartender's Gyr accent could get grating if Lu got chatty. Opposite that was Edyis' accent. She sounded like every girl he had ever loved all in one. She wasn't Garlean but she sure as hells sounded like she was. He would do anything to just sit and listen to her forever.

As she finished her song she caught his eyes with a quick wave. He held his drink up as a salute to her. She began her next song, but he could swear, her eyes never left his.

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As the song drifted out over the sad room of sad people, Anton found himself drifting with it. Lu washed the glasses left by a few academy kids that had left them with no tip. Anton sighed and then chuckled at his friend's irritated face. "She is something, isn't she Lu? I think I'm in love." Lu continued his work, part of his mind still on those damn kids, "Who, Edy? She's a nice girl, sure. But you ain't the only one in love, mate." he said, pointing out at the other love sick shacks in the bar, inspecting the songstress and her tailor's handiwork. Anton felt a ping of jealousy. "Well they don't feel like I do Lu. I really think I love her. And the way she talks to me, I think she loves me too." Lu's scarred eyebrow cocked as he grinned wide, "Oh? Love now is it? Well good luck brother on that one." Anton waved to his friend, "No Lu I'm serious. In fact she left me this." he said as he handed the bartender a small note. The stationary was like tissue paper almost, a hint of cherry over it. The bartender's eyes got as wide as his smile as he read it, "Well, isn't that all lady-like." he chuckled as he handed it back. "There are published monthly books that put letters like that in between their pictures mate. You gonna run off together or do I have time to plan a bachelor party?" Anton laughed, less at what was said and more because of the kindness of his friend.

Edyis finished her song and with a sweet wave she excused herself and took her break, making her way to the bar and the two men there. "Can I get a spring water, Lu? The smoke in here is so bad tonight." Lu winked at her, "Sure, Love." She sat and ran her hands down her dress, smoothing it before she turned and smiled into Anton's eyes, "I was afraid I had scared you off." Anton blushed despite himself as Lu answered for him, "Not with that little love note. Running from that would make me question this fella." Edyis fiend anger as she playfully slapped Anton's leg, "Gods you let him read it?" Anton was flustered, "I...uh." All of it faded away when she laughed. "It's fine hon." Anton smiled with relief. Her intention was clear. She wanted him to be with her.

She had come to the bar a month or so before from the south he had heard, not long after Lu had bought the place, a long line of owners in this dead end settlement. Anton himself worked for the Empire, though his work was unusual. He lived here, but before the loss of Ala Mhigo by the southern insurgences he had operated as a resource procurer. The Gyr locals had not paid much attention to him. He had not worn a uniform and had only two eyes. He even paid for his supplies. So after the fall, the Empire recognized that he would not be noticed coming and going as he had always done. He did as he always did, head south, gather resources, and come home, only now he had his men tell him things. The would tell him of soldiers and numbers, of details, and he would tell those above him. A generous finders fee now made its way into his monthly salary. He would take her from the eyes of this bar with that money. He would save her.

"Anton... mate." He snapped out of his thoughts as Lu called him. He looked startled. Edyis laughed, "You work too hard hon, dozing off?" He laughed, "Just lost in thought." Edy smiled and stood, "I need to take care of something in my dressing room before I go back on Anton. Can you help me with that?" The man nearly fell out of his chair as she spoke over her shoulder, walking to the back rooms. Anton felt a panic like he had not felt since a young man. He looked to his friend as if to ask him the question of existence. Lu smiled, polishing a glass, "Anton buddy, if you need me to tell you what'ta do here, then we may have'ta rethink our friendship." Anton nodded and jumped to his feet, all but running.

Lu smiled as he looked around and counted the heads still in the bar, "1...2...3...... let me see, 7?" he thought to himself as he walked over the only door in or out and bolted it. Most died so fast they didn't have time to realize what was happening. All but Anton, his screams made it clear he knew, and gave the other patrons something to focus on as their own brutal ends found them.

They stood there in the light snow watching the tavern burn for a bit. He had given her his coat and held her close, he was better suited to cold then she was. As they watched Erik commented to Clio, "You ok?" She nodded, feeling nothing for the man she had killed, but for something else, "It was just nice, you know? Being here, sort of away from the way our lives are. To see sort of what could have been...Never-mind, its silly." He held her firmer, "No it is not. I understand it. It is just...." She turned to him, "What?" Erik smiled, "I will miss the singing. Maybe I should open a bar." Clio playfully smacked him, "Oh shove it, let's go home before I freeze to death." The both smiled and walked off into the night.

#ffxiv #rwing #balmung #roleplay

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eriks-journal · 7 years ago

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Aruku (Part 2)

{{Like before, this isn’t an Erik or RWing story, but is placed in FFXIV. Also repeating but this is still for my grandfather, cant seem to shake the feeling. Do enjoy. Still likely a few parts to it.}}

Part 1 - https://eriks-war-journal.tumblr.com/post/179069875027/aruku-part-1

The sky... it was the color of blossoms on the wind. The land held shades of red and white. The rocky landscape and large oni wandering about made the land unwelcoming but still beautiful. He had changed on the road. His coat and blinder rolled into his bag, replaced by his glasses and clothes he had bought at the last settlement before arriving in this colorful land. He knew there was a sizable settlement of easterners here but still did not wish to be noticed. Hiding in plain sight was much harder in this land as he had learned earlier. Did the people know how powerful they truly were?

He approached the gates of Mor Dhona and noted one of the guards was one of his countrymen. “こんにちは.” he greeted happily. The guard smiled and bowed as the wanderer did. “[Welcome to Mor Dhona my friend. What brings you so far?]” {NOTE: Use of “[ ]” indicates the speakers are conversing in Doman} The man appreciated hearing his home tongue more then he had expected. The walk had been long and he did not realize how much he missed home. He noticed the irritated look on the other guard’s face and replied in the local speak, “I have traveled here looking for two women. They were both part of a group that traveled here a year ago. With the liberation and rebuilding of our lands I have come looking for them.” The Doman guard nodded, “A familiar tale my friend. Well then I still welcome you and suggest you meet with the elders found on the northern most building in the city. Though many have returned home, some have grown to love this land and the lives they have built. I would offer advice that it is there I would start.

The city was in two parts, south near the gates was low and sported a tavern and several warehouses and manufacturing builds, while to the north up the slope were merchant stalls and the large building he was directed to. He hoped that someone had seen them, though it would be hard to be sure. The truth was he knew they had come here from the desert port to the south, but it was entirely possible they had been separated. More then possible. It was likely how things had shook out.

{One Year Earlier}

“You can’t ask me to leave.” she had said softly. She never spoke softly in the years he had known her. They had grown up together. As children they had played together, learned their crafts together, and as they grew up, fell in love together, She had never been the quiet type, “I have no choice.” he said equally quiet. One of the retainers had been scolded for something or another. They sought revenge and did as people do. It was not long before Imperial guards had come around asking questions. She was good at hiding, but they would bring machines to find her. They would smile and think him for his time but would return. They would find her. They were not the masters of Kugane to be sure. But their influence was great there, and they would not allow the City to be a staging refuge for those of her kind to hide in. The city allowed these “fox hunts” to stay on the empire’s good side.

When he was a young boy of six they had met. His grandfather had taken her into the household. Her lineage made her a prime target of the Empire’s plans cleansing certain groups. The poor girl was fortunate enough to be a member of two such groups. Her mother had been a student of his grandfather in his teaching days. She had come to beg him, he did not require begging. He took her in and with favors owed him, had papers of adoption made for her so the family could legally take her in as was the customs of the land, with little of her past added. Looking back now, standing behind his grandfathers leg and staring at the fire-haired little girl as she arrived that first time.... yes he was sure that’s where he had fallen in love.

“Where will I go?” He had the answer, “Eorzea. My sister ran off there with those shinobi you remember? I reached out to her but have heard nothing from her.” the troubles of the moment froze for the moment as he thought on the only family he had left. She had wanted to help with the liberation she insisted was coming. In the night she left the school and her duty. Where others in their society would have disowned her for her recklessness, all he ever did was worry over the woman who had been the little sister he had looked after for so long. “Two birds with one stone. Go to Eorzea and seek her out. You will be safe there and you can help me all the more by finding her.”

The girl looked up, trying to believe as hard as he was the lie they were telling themselves. “Yes, I can find her.... but what about you?” He could not follow. The school was his to care for. With the Empire’s shadow cased over the land and the threats of rebellious elements in Kugane itself, he dared not leave his students alone.

{The Present}

He approached some sitting in a cafe on a high balcony of the northern most building. Easterners like him, he hoped they could help. Then as he neared he heard them speak of a shinobi and.... a geomancer. “[Excuse me, may I have a word with you all?”]

#doma #aruku #ffxiv rp #balmung

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eriks-journal · 7 years ago

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RUN SCOOB!!!!

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eriks-journal · 7 years ago

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Aruku (Part 1)

{{To start this isn’t an Erik or RWing story, but is placed in FFXIV. A little something for ojiisan. Do enjoy. Likely a few parts to it.}}

He had seen much and nothing at all. Sometimes he walked with the blinder on and sometimes off. It really depended on if he wanted to see. If he wanted to know the true beauty he walked through he would wear the blinder.

He was no shinobi, he couldn’t vanish into smoke, but he knew a trick or two. He could “still” himself. Draw all that was him into himself. Doing that people would look on him but see nothing. He would tap into a basic truth that his sofu had spent his whole early life telling him. All people are blind to the world outside of themselves. It was a small trick to hide in that blindspot. To be seen clearly but to go unnoticed. This one of many lessons had served him well on his walk.

He had walked far. Through the lands of his father, across the Ruby Sea where his mother and his sofu had come from, over the Steps, the vast white Desert. Through a land of fantastical device, where men with three eyes seemed even more blind then those with two, Across the land that stretch the length of the great western ocean. Further on he walked until he reached a land of mountains, of people who breathed the fresh and new air of freedom. Over sands more and rock he reached a great steel wall and marveled at it. Over and through the wall he walked. People, so many people, so many things.... such big yellow birds, foul smelling.

Down into the forest he walked, thin at first then suddenly overwhelming. Such kami here, such creatures. Then the oddest thing. “Hello, are you lost?” Such a freight he almost never felt. Quite unnerving to someone who often went unnoticed. “Excuse me. Are you okay? Sir, do you understand me?” she was very... pushy. Yes that was the word. Her robes seemed cleaner then they should be. A geomancer maybe. He had heard of them in the mountains back a ways. Or maybe one of the reds? “Sir!” He stopped and turned to her. She was quite small, odd little horns on her head. “I am fine. Thank you.” he said with a bow. He often listened until he understood as he walked. One would not go unnoticed stuttering in broken words.

Very pushy, “Sir, come now. The voices tell me you have been out here for days.” He thought on that, had it been days since the wall. It did not seem so. And what voices had noticed him? Was he plain as day here?

He followed her, listen to her as she chattered on about the kami of this place. He heard her name once but it slipped from his mind. She was very talkative, she seemed to be acting as a tour guide as much as she explained, even after reaching the canopied city. He then realized as she when on, the whole time since they had met she had held tight to his hand.... He removed the white blindfold from his emerald eyes. She gasped and was for a moment silent as he looked about the city, his eyes coming to a stop on her, a gentle smile all he gave for the misunderstanding. “You!... You’re not blind?!?” He turned and bowed, “I apologize for the confusion, it didn’t occur to me how it looked. It often doesn't come up. I can see with these eyes quite well. I simply find it.... safer to not see.” The padjal huffed, but held back the rest of her opinions. The man looked south as the winds blew over them both. “I must thank you for your kindness and impose on you further. I travel to a city called Mor Dhona. Am I close? I am looking for someone.

Once the lecture about making fun of the disabled was over and he had begged forgiveness she finally pointed him in the right direction. She even found him a map. With a deep bow and heartfelt gratitude he left her and the treed city. He was sure he was far out of sight before he returned the blindfold to its place over his eyes. A quiet prayer then to the kami of this place who had taken pity where none was needed, begging their pardon and their leave that he could continue in his way without any further misunderstanding. Onward to Mor Dhona.

#ffxiv #doma #balmung #rp #aruku

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eriks-journal · 7 years ago

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Its just talking... Episode 0

(Ok so this post is a little lite I grant you. Its sort of the dirty rough start something like this needs, getting all the exposition out of the way. The goal going forward will be in-depth explorations of Erik’s motives. The action of spy romps and evil seeds can get a bit much so this will be the slower pallet cleanser to frame the other stories and give reasons for actions. I look forward to writing for this and hope you all like it,)

Erik arrived at the office at close to half past tenth bell. He had been ordered to begin seeing this person after his last analysis. His Commander trying to soften the news, “Its just talking Captain.” Despite the reasons for his going he had come to enjoy his weekly hour, despite his feelings at the start.

He was soon showed in to the now familiar room. The sandstone floor and golden brown walls common enough in Ul’dah. The furnishings were in the Oasis style, a soft off-white to play off the walls. The lights were soft and there was a hint of spice to the air. “Hello Erik, if you will take a seat we can begin.”

It was often hard for non-Lalafell to discern the age of a given Lalafell, Doctor Nani. Nanani Nani was very obviously old. Erik had wondered when they met how many ages she had seen... if she was older then the sands... and a number of other defensive things

Erik half laid on the Oasis couch as she began to prod, “So how was your week?” she began. He tried to relax and over-analyze before remembering that he was not suppose to do that, “It has been good... quiet. We have been catching up on some of our lesser projects. Our emergency decent devices keep over heating and we cant get the turnover time down. I was ordered to look into augmenting the device through a living host, an animal, to extend the effects.” The councilor looked up, “You are doing it again. I highly doubt your superiors specifically ordered you to try animal testing. As I have explained in the past this is a safe place for you Erik. You and or your team realized that your technology would work more efficiently that way and moved to do so. Just because some would find that offensive doesn’t mean you must pass the blame to your chain of command.”

Erik did not make eye contact, He knew the Dunefolk would stop him as he spoke the words automatically. “Erik, let’s look a bit deeper into this.” Erik looked up, “The animal testing?” Doctor Nani shook her head, “No, your need to displace blame on somethings and not others.”

They talked for a time on the topic until, “Wait, we will have to stop here today.” Erik stood up and approached and shook her hand. On his way out of the office he thought deeply on all that had been said.

#rwing #ffxiv #balmung #itsjusttalking

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(So a little preface before I make this last post for this story. I’ve written things like this and everytime someone fusses and says I’m godmoding. THIS IS A DREAM.... what you will see is a very overpowered Erik, but in a dream. Obviously our favorite Ul’dahn spy has some power but he is not a walking calamity like he is in this post. The dream is a metaphor for his inner fear that he will destroy all he loves. With that said here is the final act of this thread, thank you very much to everyone who read and like it. Its one of the highlights of my day when someone likes my writing.)

He didn't dream peacefully anymore, the days of comforting sleep had left him years ago. Lately though it was worse. Not for the content, the memories of bloody deeds, but how little it phased him anymore. It was one of his common ones, a phantom standing over Clio. Her body coiled in pain, smoke all around, a man standing in the distance. His face is familiar, his third eye glinting in faint light. Erik is no longer himself, a demon he held chained inside himself. It had always been there, rattling its bars.

He had met his father long after he had died, only his oldest daughter knew this. With the liberation of Ala Mhigo he sought him out, he had known for some time he lived... in a matter of speaking. He had spoken to him, introduced him to his grandchild, and with peace brought him to true death. Since that time over a year ago he had been having this dream.

She gasped her last breath. The rage overtakes him. The gem in his hands white hot as it flies from his hand into his heart, as the metal forms from the very air around him, as he grips his blade and lunges and drives a blade into the overconfident spirit, its magics fatal even to one who had tasted death. The scream echoes over the ruined landscape as it rips and draws in his essence before he drops to his knees weakened to death, vanishing into dust. His strength Erik's strength now as he seemed to vanish into shadow, appearing before the Garlean. An outstretched hand, its gauntlet giving the image of a blacksteel claw. The energy erupts and sees the Imperial consumed by a violet flame. Cold and hot all at once, his screams haunting as his flesh melts like wax, as his bones char, as his soul is consumed, all while the damned magic does its task to torment, keeping hits victim alive until it has finished.

Now he is elsewhere, the sea roars near as the grasslands of the coast burn around him. The girl had come home to help him. She had not seen him in years. She had promised she would be there for him in times of trouble. Golden hair, she and her allies laid broken at his feet, was it sorrow in her dead eyes? Hatred?. He stood among the sand tossed bodies and looked to the east. Walking forward toward the sea a phantasm appeared, a black stallion rearing at its master’s approach. Mounted, he road over the water as id it were solid land.

The air was hot now, and dry, heat shimmering everywhere even in the cool of night. His eyes like burning coals under his ebony helm, their faint light giving way through the graded visor. Another now, soldiers, some he knew, some he did not. Their brown and black uniforms giving way to red as his blade bites out like a hound of the Seven Hells struggling at the chain. Arms, legs, heads all meet the air as the mad demon brought about his ruin. There is no red on him though, every drop that touches him vanishes, as if the armor itself was drinking in every drop.

The silence is deafening now. He stands before Flame Hall now. Smoke billows from every roof in sight. The streets littered with the bodies of men, women, and children. The only sound the flowing of the gutters, as the crimson river runs into the drains from the streets. A single figure stands in his sights now, their long curved blade glinting in the light of the oil lamps. No... there is another there, both faces blurry, their mouths moving, desperate, it is muffled, like voices under water. His rage is to much.....

The first to die moved in front of the blade wielder, they take the clawed hand to the face. A familiar motion as Erik takes his enemy's face to the ground, their silken black hair fluttering between his fingers. The impact so hard they bounce up high enough for him to swing, loosing their head. The bladed one falls to their knees as others deem to fly at him now. How had he not seen these faceless ones? They were muffled too. All screaming for the loss of the first.... all screaming as he did his deeds.

The carnage was done but for the blade wielder. He could still not see their face.... Was that the price for the power that flowed through him now? He had always been strong, deadly, but this was different. The last opponent was looking at him now. They were speaking, crying? They stood and a small voice whispered in his mind. Suddenly there are other voices, his father? His grandfather? And countless others, but as they all echo into ramble the first and quietest voice becomes stronger as the legion faded... "The city dressed in jewels and gold, fine linen, myrth and pearls.... Her plagues will come all at once as her mourners watch her burn... Destroyed in an hour... "

It repeated in his head and other voices joined... three. He looked up to three points to see others. An Elezen, he wore a black mask over his eyes, a bow in his hand, his bitterness shining out of his shadow. The next was a hyurm she was clothed in a silken robe of ancient style and skull rested upon her head, a star globe adorned with a scale in her hand. The third, a lalafell... did he know her? A shawl hid her face, a scythe gripped in her small hand. All three chanted the words with the voice in his head did. He looked back at the last enemy before him. The sole survivor had not moved on him when the voices had distracted him. The chanting continued and he felt his armor, his blade, his blood build in rage again. The enemy seemed to be apologizing.... no reaching for their curved blade!

There was no hate in their swing... sorrow? No matter, it made no difference. The flat of his wide blade smacked the sword away, then swung back, striking them hard to the ground. The seemed still but very much alive, not trying to avoid Eriks massive blade as it met her.... again, and again, and again, the razor sharp sword beaten down on her like some blunt club.

The chanting stopped. He looked up to see the three gone. He then looked to his hands as the weight of his sword vanished. His armor became brittle and crumbled into the wind. His vision became clear. He was taken aback by the damage, the death... Vanya.

He fell to his knees and took her broken body in his arms as the realization overcame him... this had been him, all him. There are many tales of fiction with scenes like this. Often there is a great cry to the Seven Heavens, a shoat of "NO!" but not here. Only a soft, near silent weeping....

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His eyes snapped open and he found himself in a small Kugane room. He sat up... he hated that dream. He had become accustom to checking his eyes for tears when he awoke these days. A small voice brought him from his thoughts, "Erik. How are you feeling? Better?” He looked up to see the Lalafell from before. The concern felt authentic but also hollow. "I am, where are we?" She stood and moved to the small stove in the corner and poured some tea, "A room, just a room. You've been asleep for a day. They stopped looking for you." Erik looked at her oddly as she handed him the tea, "Thank you." She sat near him on a stool she had dragged over and pointed to a corner near his mat. "Your tomestones are over there. You should be able to get out of town after dark. Just get to your ship and fly away. It should be rather simple." she said as she pointed to the window. He could clearly see the Falcon in its mooring just across the street. He could ask for nothing more. Confused he looked to her, "Who are you?" She smiled, a very sad smile and waved her hand. He slept before he hit the pillow.

His eyes opened again, he had not dreamed. The room was dark and empty save for the bag with his things, the mat, and the cup he had dropped, no sign of any spill and filled again. He checked his watch, it was just now after dusk. This would not go unexplored.... He made his way out and a few minutes later was safe on his ship as it made its way into the greater sea where it would be free to lift off. He had been on many missions in his career, but nothing like this.

The End

Red Falcons to Black Eagles

((This is hopefully a multi-part story in the storystick tradition. Hopefully we will get Clio and Vanya in here and maybe you? Have a reason to be in Kugane for a few days IC? Want to be swept up into some spy nonsense? PM me if you do and we can add you to it and this could be fun. The only rule of joining is someone’s player character is theirs. All other NPCs even ones made up by others, are free to use to carry your story. Enjoy!)))

He did not know what to expect. Most times he never did. His entry was public, arriving on his airship, The Falcon, recently upgraded to handle the trip. As was made public, Flame Captain Eirikir Mynhier, was being sent to oversee a shipment of weapons from the Alliance to Doma. The shipments themselves being overseen by he East Aldenard Trading Company, a firm with ties to the Thanalan Government. The cargo would be handed off to Doman forces in the neutral nation of Hingashi, in it’s port city of Kugane.

Acting as an escort, the Falcon had followed over head of the traditional ships carrying the cargo. No Imperial ships of any kind had been seen on the trip, neither they nor any form of piracy. Either threat would have been met by the Falcon, a Flame Airship, as well as its Maelstrom counterpart, a traditional three-massed galleon. Both ships were heavily armed.

Erik’s pearl lit into a buzz of activity as the Maelstrom ship called up to him in the routine check as they approached the archipelago. Erik had taken the ship with just himself and his faithful helper Montblanc, per Flame Hall instruction. With their names in public records at the airship docks, Erik was to hide in plain sight to accomplish his true objective…….

(days before……)

U'jakka stood in the Red Wings’ hanger going over the plan to the assembled senior staff. “We have several shipments of not just weapons, but humanitarian supplies going out almost a year. Multiple routes, shipping methods, and contacts. Not to mention several Operatives we have in the Empire, mostly in their eastern zones but some here in the west too.” Erik raised a hand, “Someone made off with that much? How? And how do we get it back if they have already gotten it and looked it over? Murder every Imperial in Othard and Eorzea?”

The Commander tilted and bent back his ears, “No, of course not….” he says with a nod to the Red Wings’ Chief Engineer. “The opportunity lies in the fact they have not seen it. It was encrypted in an experimental tomestone based off Allagan designs. He physically had it and took a boat yesterday from the Gold Coast to Limsa. From there we followed him to a Doman charter, but he gave us the slip. The Maelstom was informed and they maintain a tight watch, and won't let him slither north. Last we heard he is three days to Kugane. His…. very helpful partner told us that if they could not take the tomb north, they had a round-about backup plan. The tombstone will be examined and held in the Garlean Consulate until their weekly shipments from home. That will be six days from today.”

Turning to face them, “There is an inbound shipment of supplies also three days from Kugane from Ul'dah, being watched over by our friends in the Maelstrom. In two hours you will take that ship of yours to the sky and catch up with the convoy. If my math is right you can catch up with them in a day and a half. Then follow them in Captain. Sign in, get a drink, be seen, go to a show or buy a girl. The guards change at tenth bell, you will be over the fence and in there somehow. Any damage you do will be denied to avoid embarrassment so kill them all for all I care. But bring me that tomb.” Erik saluted, “Yes Sir. Am I taking anyone with me?” The Commander gave a wild look, “Now this tomb is worth more then your hide. So I will tell you shit beyond if I send help….. IF, I won’t tell you as I don’t want them torturing it out of you when you fuck up. If help comes we will send it via alternate means, that way if you are caught, your final service to the nation will be as a decoy toy for the interrogators while someone else does your job.” Erik had trouble telling when his new Commander was kidding or not.

(The Present)

Erik had only been to Kunage once before. He wondered if the man’s head was still on the tower. Checking in at the Trading Company office, he was given a gift, preordered for him. It was a large box. Given a room to open it and change in the back, he found inside a simple kimono, his folded sword Clio had made him, “How did he get that out of my office safe?” and an Eastern Imperial Army uniform. Dressing in his Kimono, he placed the uniform in the traveler’s bag he was to carry as well as his weapons. He then wandered into the fresh morning sun, somewhat excited to see new things, somewhat curious who he would meet. He had to admit he missed this part of the job.

#red2black #rwing #ffxiv #balmung

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Hurry.... “I am hurrying!” he told himself as he looped through the gate near the park and made his way through the back-allies toward Pier 1. He could hear them closing, the bark of the dogs as telling as the clank of their boots. Some moved faster then others. He was tired, his arm hurt.... the blood loss was effecting him now. “I should have wrote a longer letter.” he thought as he turned the corner, the others turning the previous corner as he did. Was he slowing down?

As he turned his wounded arm was grabbed. The pain nearly made him pass out. It was an embarrassment as the one pulling him effortlessly was a Lalafell. The little being pulled a few fulms and into an alcove with no cover. Erik looked down panicked to protest, but she raised a finger to her lips and shushed him. The Garleans ran pass the open ally and never stopped.

After they had passed she looked to him and took careful stock of his shoulder. The situation he was in had brought him to the ground, making it easy to reach him, “Um... you’re healing pretty well already.” she said as she pushed a finger into the bullet hole and felt around. It was everything he could do not to cry out. He stared at the odd Lala, partly rage, partly fear. She removed her fingers, a sudden tug as if they were stuck. “Closing up fast, you had me there for a second. The blood loss is another matter though. That you don’t generate, am I right?” Erik was stunned silent. There were things even Clio and Vanya did not know. No one living noticed or knew that about him, that he healed so quickly from most things. More so that blood... and eyes did not regenerate. “How do you...” she shushed him again as a single Garlean and one of their hounds approached the opening again.

They stared right in but did not see them. Once they were gone she began, “It is an illusion, they cannot see the opening from their side, but they can hear us still. Even a mana-dry Imperial would figure out it’s magic.” Erik nodded and.... dizzy... looked here and there to be sure none were about before he spoke. “I see, thank you for helping me. I apologize but my experience makes me weary of sudden perfectly timed aid.”

She seemed to ignore him as she took him by the injured arm again and dragged him to his feet with paranormal strength. “Sit here.” she ordered, pointing at a spot on the floor. He took a moment and looked around, a warehouse. “I will stand.” She waved him away, “Sooner or later.” she mumbled as she sat on a crate. “You can wait here until they give up. I will walk you back to your ship afterwards.” He was confused, and every bone in his body told him to run.... and also to stay. He never felt so at home. She was dressed oddly for the east, like something out of a history tome. “Who are you?” She hopped up and bowed, “Call me Neheh. You should really sit down.” Erik automatically returned the bow, his manners making his balance a bit worse, “I am fine... Erik, my name is Erik.” She nodded, “I know your name Erik, Erik Lumiere Mynhier, born the 30th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon 1557, it was the sixth day of the week. Your mother went into labor on the border of Gyr and the Black Shroud. You were born on the eighteenth hour of the day after she was rushed the rest of the way home by.... odd means.” Erik was stunned again into silence. “Oh I know your name Erik, and so much more. I’ve been watching you your whole life. And now you should really sit dow..... never mind.” she sighed as the lack of blood finally took hold of him.

Red Falcons to Black Eagles

(days before……)

(The Present)

#ffxiv #rwing #red2black #balmung

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My biggest pet peeve

It really bothers me. When I see someone on Balmung I haven't seen in a while and get to talking to them, only to hear the same thing I always hear ...

1. Thought you didn't like me.

2. I heard you were an asshole.

3. I didn't want to bother you.

This sort of thing has left me pretty lonely. I had more then one friend actually tell me they "had heard" I had talked shit about them. They didn't know if it was true but instead of talking to me about it they cut me off for a year until the other party told them they were just spreading shit about be because "they didn't like my attitude and wanted to hurt me".

The peeve is that. Not being direct with me. Ghosting me without a word not for something I did but from rumor. I have a few friends who stuck with me. They know the real life me and know if I like someone enough to socialize then I'm loyal. If I don't like you, you will know it, not hear about it.

My real life has been very rocky the last few years. If we are being real I had a mental breakdown, nearly was homeless with a wife and kids, had to move cross country twice just to survive. I could have used some of the people who let rumors push them off.

I don't go to bars, don't hang out with people. Lack of money meant if I had extra it went to the family. My only treat was this game. But I'm rambling. Not sure why I wrote this besides I read someone on Tumblr today saying something similar but I can't remember who.

#balmung #ffxiv #rwing

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He set first to the safe. Small and inconspicuousness in the corner, ironic he thought it. His small safe in a similar place in his own hall. It had an electronic lock though. The men inside likely could open it was his reasoning as he searched them for a... “Keycard.”

Opening the safe he found what he was sent for. Easy, he had the data back, limited contact and a small body count. Erik hated easy, nothing scared him more. Looking back up to the mainframe his curiosity got the better of him. He knew for curtain the next patrol pass would be in ten minutes. He skimmed through the file titles, relatively minor data, especially for an insulation like this. “Well now, maybe less flows through here then we thought. That in and of itself is something I suppo.....” He froze, heavy boots walking down the hall. Gazing with his crystal eye to see how many caused him a sudden spike of pain. The eye’s scanning function was based off Garlean technology. “Feedback...” he whispered to himself as he looked at the mainframe. All the various devices, all sending signals back and forth to eachother was bound to cause some issues. He would have to do this the old fashioned way.

As the patrol passed the door, one turned and knocked to check in.... and caught the door in the face. Knocked from its hinges, it was slightly warped by its popping as Erik used all his strength to push it into the two guards. He heard two soldiers.... two?.... “Shit.” he said as he saw the third. A well trained soldier, he did not attack, he hit the alarm. The siren pierced the quiet evening as Erik found himself running toward the stairs he had entered the floor by. A security squad fast after him, with more soon to join. In the stairs he kicked the frame as hard as he could near the latch, bending it enough to jam it. He loved how easy their metal doors made it. No way down he headed up. The roof was only a few stories up. If he could get to it he could pick a good place to scale down and may actually get away with this.

Reaching the flight before the last he met another detail. Four men.... not an issue. Pistol drawn he took one right away. The larger of the four grabbed him as he rushed by. The soldier gripped tight to Erik’s gun with one hand, his shoulder with his other. Holding him the other remaining two took aim and fired. Erik turned and let the larger soldier take the rounds, the unfortunate consequence being the spasm of death ripping the gun from Erik’s hand and flinging it down the stairwell rails, down, down, all the way to the basement. Unarmed Erik held his hands up in surrender. As they moved to apprehend him though uncovered the trick of it. One felt Erik’s hand on his face, felt the bones squeeze and crack where his fingers gripped, felt the ground meet the back of his skull and the darkness after as he was slammed down. Taking the moment he ran the last flight. The last soldier calling on his radio as he followed, gun blazing after the Captain.

The door to the roof flew open as Erik rushed out, trying to very quickly get his bearings while avoiding gun fire..... It struck meat and bone and felt hot. His vest could stop some rounds, but not at this range. He fell forward and rolled. “Back up.” he hissed to himself. Pushing through the pain of the hole in his shoulder. To the ledge nearest the gardens. The sound of his heart, the clanking of his and the other’s boots, the sound of the comm and the soldiers on the other line.... Over the roof. “Fuck!” he called out as he rolled hard from the steep drop.

He could hear the dogs now. And more soldiers. Up the fence, this was the worst of it. One armed.... glad was he that he kept up with his PT. It took to long, a dog or two getting a nip at his feet before he was over. In to the gardens now.... the gates are open now, they are coming. Down the street, hurry, hurry.....

Red Falcons to Black Eagles

(days before……)

(The Present)

#red2black #ffxiv #rwing #balmung

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The Queen, the King, and the Sultan of Swing

Today is August 16th and Aretha Franklin died. But August 16th is also the day Elvis Presley and Babe Ruth died. So if you're keeping count that's the Queen of Soul, King of Rock & Roll, and the Sultan of Swing. A royal day.

#til #aretha franklin #elvis presley #babe ruth

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After she left, her grin obvious to him, he took his time righting himself. Two notes were made. The first was to get even with her. He smiled at that prospect. The second was to memorize the faces around him in the bath who had dared gaze at his wife lustfully. Vengeance would have to wait though. The sun was setting and he had a job to do.

A little after an hour later night had settled over Kunage. Two armored men approached the gates of the consulate from the building. Two more at the gates turned as they approached, “I thought this day would never end. It was so hot.” commented one of the gate guards to the other. “Its no help these robed assholes are always wondering up asking stupid questions.” As they laughed their relief greeted them. “Another great day I take it. Anything interesting happen?” The men all shook hands in the Imperial fashion as one of the outgoing guards replied, "Nothing of real note, expect a quiet night." They never noticed the dark figure going over the fence not a hundred yalms away. A quiet night surely.

Across the courtyard.... avoid the lights. Grass to gravel.... lighten your steps. The wall, smooth stone, metal.... a noise! A dedicated soldier, dedicated but young, inexperienced. The shock of the discovery.... should have called it in, such a waste. His key-tome will help though... a secluded door, Halone take the poor girl guarding just inside. She was to inexperienced to call for help fast enough as well.

Erik moved fast down the long hall. He hated hallways like this, no cover, high lighting. Even a service hall like this... a stairwell, that’s better. Up, up, all the way... stop! He gazed through the wall, his false crystal eye, peering into the aetheric spectrum beyond the wall he saw perhaps what looked like the aetheric outline of large machines, and very few soldiers. Exiting the stairs he crossed a hall, then down another. Back to the wall now, the door to his left, he knocked.

The soldier who answered felt the world spin for but a moment as his head turned unnaturally toward his back. The other two were startled, it happened so fast they had no time to register Erik entering the door as the body fell, his gun drawn and ready as it fired two silenced shot, one for each of them. The first body had been kind enough to fall into the room and not the hall, making it easy for Erik as he slowly shut and lock the door, The room secured, he set to work.

Red Falcons to Black Eagles

(days before……)

(The Present)

#rwing #red2black #balmung #ffxiv

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