Vylbrand pirates are back this Summer to watch you fall off the puzzle!
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Day 2: Horizon
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Kitali leaned against the railing as the ship slowly pulled away from Limsa, the city lights growing dimmer by the minute as they disappeared into the horizon. Once the rest of the crew was relatively settled after the initial departure the upper deck was quiet while everyone went below to the mess hall. Nothing but the salted breeze and lapping of waves kept her company, and it was a relief after the last few tense weeks to have time to herself.
Until the sound of measured booted steps came from behind her.
“I thought we had made a deal, Mistress Moonblade,” said the steely voice of Carvallain.
“We did. And I’ve upheld my end.” Kitali hardly turned her head as he leaned against the railing to face her.
“Then how is it that your secretary could hold such blackmail over my head?” he drawled.
“The woman worked as a barmaid in the Knight for the better part of a year. Who knows how much gossip she’s absorbed? And you’re the spitting image of your father, sorry to say.”
Carvallain grumbled under his breath but didn’t press any further accusations. The two stayed silent, regarding the stars, until he spoke up again. Softer, this time.
“How is he?”
“Who, Charlemend?”
“Aye.”
“He still searches for his missing son and hopes one day he will return to Ishgard,” Kitali said. “Though I’m sure you knew that already.”
A grunt was her only confirmation.
“He’s….he’s trying. He was one of the first of the High Houses to come around on the change in government. He’s even taken up working in Saint Vaindreau’s Grace with the healers.”
A sound of surprise escaped Carvallain. “My father, deigning to spend his time amongst the rabble of the lower city?” he said dryly. “Mayhap there is such a thing as miracles.”
“Stranger things have happened.”
“I shall take your word for it."
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Happy pride, warriors of light! 🌈✨
(Particularly the miners, paladins, bards, culinarians, and summoners of the realm!)
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13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
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Carvallain de Gorgagne, fair pirate of Limsa Lominsa, was a man not to be matched on the dancing stones of the plaza, when thoroughly soused.
The same could be said for Rhoswen Leach, herself a pirate of Limsa Lominsa.
She yelled, getting close: "Oi, beanstalk! This here's for my jig! Piss off!"
He said, getting even closer: "You happen to be on my favorite stone. Take your leave."
She sneered, grabbing his waist: "Make me."
He replied, taking a hand into his and a buttock with the other: "I shall, with more grace than all of your crew put together."
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If I had a nickel for every heir to an Ishgardian noble house who fucked off and decided to do something else with their life, I'd have three nickels.
Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it's happened thrice.
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Vylbrand's pirate factions metian trifecta. ⚓
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"You haven't talked about your friend in ages. What happened?"
"My..."
"... friend?"
"Haven't said his name in a while."
"Angoul. "
"Nothing happened."
"We lost contact with each other, that's all."
"But I hope..."
"The stars are with him."
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Day 19: Travel
"Oh, I inspected your rigging and found a few knots that could really do with being seen to."
"Despite what your former crewmates call you, I'm the captain here, cheers."
"I don't see that that changes anything."
"Are you going to be like this the whole way to Doma?"
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