#ahewann

[estinininininen]

Vrtra really said "Even here have we heard of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn" like he wasn't having Thavnair intelligence scooping up every detail of anything and everything to do with Louisoix Leveilleur the second he heard Bahamut hatched and was ready to glass Eorzea and Some? Mortal??? from Sharlayan managed to almost tank the blow

Ahewann, sprinting out of the meghaduta into the town square: I Need The Sharlayan Ambassador Right The Fuck Now

Five, six years later and the intel squads say the Scions have imploded, except whoops no they haven't they've snuck out of the regicide accusations into Ishgard and have disappeared into Dravania trying to end the Dragonsong War? pffff yeah good luck with that Nidhogg's been filling up my inbox for a thou- WAIT WHAT? WHO?? AND THE LEVEILLEUR GRANDSON???

Ahewann, sprinting straight to the Ishgardian consulate without stopping: Hey Uh Can You Tell Me What, and please understand this is very important, The Fuck

Then for a short bit family matters quiet down, again, maybe. Estinien "Not Not Nidhogg" Wyrmblood passes through Thavnair but moves on to Othard pretty quickly. Ahewann gratefully takes off his running shoes and Vrtra peels himself off the ceiling like a scared cat from worrying which would be worse to meet, Estinien or Nidhogg. Midgardsormr dies again but that's less of a big deal than it should be, he'll sleep it off. Tiamat is suddenly flying again for the first time in five millenia so that's . . . good, the world is ending but that's good at least. Estinien Wyrmblood may or may not have joined the Scions, no one can get a solid confirmation. Anyway he's got to get these scales to the alchemists, the Baldesion reps are coming soon, he can't focus on his own family drama right now-

He looks up and standing before him is an Archon astrologian in a bathrobe, another Archon nerd cosplaying as a gunbreaker, two Archons oh this must be the Baldesion group, [INSERT INSANE PLAYER CHARACTER APPEARANCE], well they look . . . interesting, are they imitating the Warrior of Light? and an Ishgardian dra -

Vrtra, malms away in the meghaduta: A

Vrtra: Ahewann

Vrtra: Ahewann we've got a Code Leveilleur situation here

Ahewann: What?

Vrtra: THE SCIONS ARE HERE

Vrtra: ESTINIEN WYRMBLOOD IS H E R E

Vrtra: GET YOUR SHOES ON AHEWANN HOW DID WE MISS THIS

Ahewann, spilling curry down his front, bursting out of the throne room with laces untied: Hey Everybody Come Help Me Throttle The Spymaster

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The Final Days have come to Thavnair.

Can you see this, Emet-Selch? Or are you simply remembering your own horror? What would you think, to know the Final Days have come again?

That tracks with what we've been led to expect the Final Days would bring.

Pardon me, I must scream now. This is the sin eaters all over again. Is it contagious like that too?

(Indeed, it turns out that it is, in fact, contagious. Except it's worse, because the monsters don't even have to touch you. They've just gotta give you the bad vibes)

You'd think this dungeon would remind me of Amaurot, and you'd be correct, but what it reminded me even more of was Holminster Switch. It had the same excellently immersive atmosphere of horror, but more than that, the setting was similar: running through a destroyed/burning village, watching former residents transform into abominations, a horrific fiend waiting at the end... The significant difference this time being that there were no survivors to save... Great dungeon. Can't recommend it enough. Hope I don't have to play it again any time soon.

And then I got it again for daily roulettes, oops.

Eugh. Gotta give it to you, game, you really know how to make things horrifying. This was a person.

Yeah, I gathered from your comments during the dungeon that there was something wrong with the monsters' aether. You fought quite well for not being able to see them.

How is that possible? If they're not made of aether... How do they even exist? Are they just empty, or made of something else instead?

What. What do you mean by that. You mean...?

Then, this isn't... This can't be simply stagnation of aether. The sin eaters, the Flood of light, that was stagnated aether. There's something more going on than just that. Right?

Motherfucker. That's. That's horrible. What the hell. Souls can just be... Destroyed? So not only do these poor people get turned into monsters... They don't even get their promised rest. There's no reincarnation, no becoming part of the star. All the people we just saw transformed, they're just. Gone.

Poor Vrtra. He loves his people so much. And now all this pain. First the tower, now this.

Ahewann urges Vrtra to reveal their secret and openly be the great leader he has been from the shadows this entire time.

But, Vrtra will not consider it. He believes that revealing himself will do naught but cause further confusion and chaos.

Vrtra and Estinien take to the skies to continue doing battle with the horde of beasts. The rest of us Scions will accompany Ahewann back to the capital to render what assistance we may.

Back in Radz-at-Han, the Scions split up into small groups to investigate the origins of the initial blasphemy. To my horror, it is revealed that the one who transformed into the monster was Khalzhal; the man who ran the consortium in which I first met Matsya.

Through talking to his neighbors and business associates we eventually piece together the story. Khalzahl had fallen on desperate times, but had just been contracted to transport a shipment of luxury fabrics. At the last moment, the deal fell through, and the despair and hopelessness this created seems to have been the trigger for his transformation. As well, people who became overcome with similar emotions also transformed: simply seeing the blasphemy was enough to trigger the change in others.

Which means that this could potentially start up anywhere, at any time, with no warning whatsoever.

...

And just as we're realizing this, shit hits the fan.

Ahewann has arrived and is trying to console a crowd of his people, one of whom is a grandmother worried about her grandson who had gone to Palaka's Stand.

Quite suddenly, Matsya arrives, asking for help, and bringing news that Palaka's Stand has been overrun by beasts.

The grandmother is overcome by her fear, and transforms.

...Setting off a chain reaction. Numerous people within the crowd begin changing, and we scramble to kill them fast enough, before it spreads further.

A young boy, running with his father, trips in front of a monster. He too transforms...

And is crushed beneath the foot of the beast, which advances upon his father, now paralyzed with fear.

Ahewann jumps in between the two, sword in hand...

But the beast picks him up.

As he meets my eyes and begs me to save his people, the blasphemy eats him.

Seven hells.

The man Ahewann died to save is beginning to lose it. He's going to change too. But then, G'raha is there. G'raha gets through to him.

G'raha is the goddamn Exarch and he takes charge and he is beautiful.

He delegates, he delivers orders. He is in control, and through his steady hand, restores calm and confidence. The beasts are being brought down.

I love this game for not forgetting that G'raha led an entire city through a century of crisis, and letting him use those skills when they're desperately needed. Goddamn, this was fantastic.

Thancred tells Alphinaud and Alisaie to accompany Matsya to Palaka's Stand, and render aid there, and G'raha bids me accompany them. We set off at a run.

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[estinininininen]

Varshahn:

Estinien:

Varshahn:

Estinien: . . . So, those are dragon scales.

Varshahn: yeah what about it HUH

Estinien: Did y'all . . . ?

Varshahn: . . . imprison or kill a dragon to get them like SOME countries would? No.

Estinien:

Estinien: ok cool

Varshahn: cool

Estinien: Good.

Varshahn: Good.

Estinien is then kidnapped by the Thavnair alchemists, complaining loudly the whole way, and no one knows if he's putting up with it cause Scion duties and this is just how he plays nice - he bitched all the way to Hraesvelgr, after all - or if he genuinely just forgot he could jump

Meanwhile, in the meghaduta

Vrtra: hey Ahewann cancel DEFCON 1, this guy is cool. Total softy. Also kind of a dumbass. Of course I'll be glad to help clean up, I'm not going to make the maids clean up dragon piss. Ahem. Did I ever tell you about my brother Nidhogg? Yeah, the one I've avoided answering for a thousand years. Uh, well, yeah the dramatic asshole who went off the deep end, yes. Him. Too be fair it was about our sister, Ratatoskr - yeah, oh I'm actually really glad you remember what I said about her! She was a lot like . . . No, it's fine to interrupt, I got lost in memories for a second there. Ummmm, yes, I suppose it has influenced why I . . . hestitate telling everyone I'm the satrap. But Nidhogg took it way too far, yeah. He used to be a cool big brother, I swear. Knew how to get under everyone's skin, didn't put up with bullshit, but let kids climb all over him if it made them happy. Whenever I visited he was always swarmed by his own kids and all his niblings, and teaching them how to hunt and defend themselves against morta - Oh, but that was a couple Astral eras ago, sorry. Turns out Tiamat and Hraesvelgr weren't joking - yeah my other sister, Tiamat, the one who went into battle recently with this guy against, uh, yeah, the corrupted image of another brother of ours. Bahamut, yeah - yeah. The one who almost destroyed a continent, yes. Hraesvelgr? Hraesvelgr's our other brother who lived with Nidhogg for a long time - yyyyeah yeah you heard right, last time they met Nidhogg did call his dead mortal wife a whore and tore Hrae's wing off. Anyway! Anyway they were right, this guy really is like if you sucked all the filling out of a Nidhogg donut and tried to squish it into an Elezen. Yeah, sorry, that is the closest I can get to describing dragon aether stuff. Is he . . . yeah he's the guy who technically killed Nidhogg and spent his whole life training to kill dragons but like I just said, Nidhogg smooshed the two of them together. He's all but a dragon walking around in a mortal meat suit and seems mostly just embarassed by it. Kiiiinda looking forward to messing with his head more, honestly. Let's get the curtain ready. Ahewann, why do you look so scared?

[lunarosewood23]

FFXIVWrite2023 Prompt 1: Envoy

Raven’s first meeting with Vrtra when she, Haurchefant and Charibert went to Thavnair with Thacred, Urianger and Estinien.

Word Count: 941

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“Your Excellency, may I present our honored visitors.”

Raven smiled at who she guessed was the “Satrap” or ruler of Radz-at-Han, an Auri man with light blond hair and kind blue eyes outlined by green limbal rings. He introduced himself warmly and offered his thanks for their aid in the creation of the warding scales.

She frowned at that. “Forgive me Your Excellency, but while I am more than happy to provide help, I fear that not everything went as well as we had hoped.” She explained as she felt her talons dig into her palms and she didn’t need to pierce her hands again.

“Nidhana had been taken. I feel like such an idiot for not realizing the trap laid at my feet...”

She watched as the Satrap, Ahewann, bow his head in sadness. “A regrettable incident indeed. However, her colleagues insist that we honor her wishes and trust the talisman, that it will be instrumental in saving Nidhana and the others.” With a gesture, he bit them welcome to sit as they discussed the matter.

Raven looked between Haurchefant and Estinien, who nodded as she took a step forward as they went to stand on either side of Charibert.

“I would be happy to, however...” She started before looking at the green curtains at the stage behind them before speaking in Draconic. “I request that all be present for our conversation, as I suspect I speak to a mouthpiece. I may be an Ishgardian, as are several others among my party, but we mean you no harm, Great Wyrm.”

She heard a gasp from her brother, while Haurchefant translated for those without an Echo.

Ahewann looked stunned as he stared back at her. “Forgive me, but-”

“Raise the curtain. She speaks plain, bold as she is.” A voice boomed as Ahewann looked back at the curtain.

“As you wish.”

With that he moved to pull the curtain back, revealing a beautiful green dragon with a massive horn on his snout and large tusk-like teeth from his maw.

“Halone’s mercy...” Haurchefant breathed in awe.

“You travel as assistants to the Students of Baldesion, but you are known to me. Even here have we heard of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.” The dragon spoke in Common, a surprise to Raven as she was mostly expecting Draconic like Hraesvalgr, Nidhogg and Tiamat. “I am Vrtra, and for years uncounted hath this isle served as mine abode.”

“Vrtra! Of the first brood, sibling to Hraesvelgr and Nidhogg!” Urianger gasped.

“Aye, mine elder brothers. Of Midgardsormr's spawn, I was last to hatch.” Vrtra confirmed.

Thancred shrugged his shoulders with a huff. “Well, isn't this a surprise! We were told Radz-at-Han had an alliance with a dragon, not that a great wyrm sat in the satrap's own hall...”

“A surprise, but not entirely unexpected.” Charibert mused to himself. She looked back at him, who shook his head. “Later.” he mouthed to her and she nodded before looking back to Ahewann, who explained the true tale of Radz-at-Han’s beginning.

“A necessary charade then.” Raven realized, frowning at the reason why.

“Many envy the great wyrms their power. Were it known that I ruled here, then the fires of war would burn without end.” Vrtra explained. “I would not be the flame which consumeth my people. Those few who joined me in laying our country's foundations were, perforce, sworn to secrecy.”

Raven grimaced as she crossed her arms. Were that Ratatoskr followed your example Vrtra.

She then looked at him and her eyes went wide in shock, though Estinien pointed it out first. “Your eye. It was taken?”

This was NOT going to be another variant of her homeland.

Thankfully her panic settled when Varshahn spoke, affirming that the Eye was within his body and more importantly explaining that the boy was a simulacrum, an envoy of Vrtra’s will.

“Ah. That would explain why I felt the presence of a dragon upon our first meeting.” Estinien reasoned.

“You weren’t alone in that...” Charibert grumbled as he rubbed his bejeweled taloned hands.

“I am woven with wards fashioned to deceive such arcane senses. Though 'twas short-lived, it seemeth thy fusion with my brother hath left thee much altered, Estinien Wyrmblood.” Varshahn replied with ease. “From the very first, we sensed the nature of one another. Yet did neither one of us bare his fangs. That is all I need know of thee for now.”

Vrtra soon offered his proposal, to have the Scions delve into the tower with Raven as the tip of their spear and warding scales given to each of them for the assault.

“I need to speak with my sisters.” Raven explained. “And speak with the rest of our allies.”

“'Tis no trifling task that I have laid before you. Go, steel your hearts and hone your plans─such time as you require shall we spend in crafting your protective charms.” Vrtra affirmed. When Raven turned she saw both Estinien and Charibert making their way out of the chamber.

“Wilt thou not lend thine aid?” Vrtra asked them.

Both of them turned back to Vrtra and Estinien spoke first. “Whether your request be made as a great wyrm or the ruler of Radz-at-Han, I see no reason to refuse. Nor will I.”

“Well said. Those towers are an utter eyesore so the sooner they’re gone the better. Besides, I already promised I would aid the Scions by any means so if they plan to aid Radz-at-Han then I will as well.” Charibert added with a cursory glance at his talons.

Raven groaned at her brother’s retreating back as Vrtra nodded.

“I am in thy debt.”

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