#ala mhigo

[southshrouded]

and the sequel, expansion snacks! where is worthy of the aetheryte fee?

[sirensongsea]

stormblood [alternate ending]

[honoura]

Festival of the Hunt: Sign-Ups Open!

Howdy y'all! The promised time has come -- the sign ups for the Festival of the Hunt! Please check the Carrd for all the details, which includes date, time, and locations! If anyone has any questions, either reach out to me here or on Discord (if you have my discord). This includes asking to participate as a DM, if being a hunter isn't for you! Or if you just want more than twelve hunters.

[topioff14]

Liberty or Death

[autumnslance]

This is probably the most complete as well as one of the better quality uploads of the 1.x quest "Futures Perfect" that I've seen.

The Path Companion was a partner for the WoL, someone to make and give commentary during the storyline. They were customizable like a retainer; you chose their race/gender (of the available 1.0 options), class, and personality type. They were also Ala Mhigan originally, with a (variable) relative in the Resistance.

The WoL is defended, and spoken to at the end, by their starter city archon (this is during the Circle of Knowing/Path of the Twelve era, as the Scions were formed by combining the organizations after the Calamity).

This is also the introduction of Gaius van Baelsar as an imperial enemy; going forward there were scenes that include him shooting Cid for being angry and insulting, and also talking to WoL about how Gaius disagrees with Nael van Darnus's plans and the Meteor Project. But here, he crushes the Resistance's operation and gets into a fight with the archons--that only ends when he calls in an airstrike, sending WoL into a brief Echo vision before returning home to get medical aid for their companion.

[pennyroyal-xiv]

An older piece at this point but still proud of it.

[miqojak]

Remember how it felt when they ran you down under the hot sun.

Remember the terror of gunshots and war machina. -Of bodies larger, and stronger than your own.

Remember their hands on your body.

Remember the beatings. The experiments. The helplessness.

Remember when they called your people 'beastmen'.

Remember the family whose blood stains the hands of every living, breathing Garlean who supported the mass murder in Ala Mhigo.

A Jackal always collects its due.

More testing my chops in Clip Champ, trying to line up sound and animations! This is a short one, but I'm fond of it. Jak calls her Frey 'the Beast', and it's horrifying, viscous and oozing black shadowy form is covered in eyes and has far too many teeth... something I came up with before SE stole my concept for a Shadowbringers villain based on Dark Knights!! Since your Frey is basically just based on what you would expect it to be, based on the story in game... she has always connected deeply with her culture, and the demi-deity/totem animal of her tribe: The Jackal. They're a lot like Hermes in purview, but they have a nasty side, as well - not just a guide, or a trickster...but a savage guardian of those under its care, and a ferocious upholder of the bargain. And in Jak's mind, she is owed blood for blood - the racist bigots who comprise Garlemald enabled the war that cost her her whole family, and culture. She was a different person, when she had a loving family she was dedicated to... and even now, her yin/yang balance is thrown off with her twin brother out of her life, so she's even more off kilter than she might have been - he was always the more chill/yin based one, and she has always been more on the yang end of things...fiery, and constantly engaged on multiple fronts.

[thecrystarium]

[morgana96]

Lyse haters once again outing themselves with not only unnecessarily violent language towards fictional women, but also their failure to pay attention to the story itself.

Lyse isn't "on the Ala Mhigan throne"; she leads a single faction of the Ala Mhigan Resistance, with Raubahn as the Resistance's main leader and current de facto head of state.

Also, there's literally an entire scene in the post-Stormblood MSQ where Lyse and the other Gyr Abanian leaders make it vividly clear that none of them would ever want to claim the throne; she emphasizes that they need to rebuild their nation as equals, and that monarchs have no place in their future, especially not after Theodoric.

I swear, these types of players are always out here "critiquing" the story while having the reading literacy of a banana nut muffin. 🙄

[ubejamjar]

┊ Wondrous Tails ┊ Three┊ Cuddling

The two of them sit, wrapped in woodsmoke, and listen to the revelry below. They do not speak, not for want of words but to preserve this peace they’ve found in the spaces between the chaos. She falls asleep against his shoulder and he promises to be there when she wakes.

-> My Wondrous Tails card <-

[ffxivmemes]

x

[undercrofte]

Decembhyur Day 9: History

[aethernoise]

"Is this a dream? It feels like a dream."

[finishing-touch]

                                            - Of the Golden Chakra -

Twitter commission. Ala Mhigo my beloved.

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[elvenarcane]

Just a man trying to keep warm

[karoiseka]

2) Bark

((day two skirting in! Cleaning house for company, but I tried to let my mind wander. Perhaps to be expanded on later! 4.0))

The roar of the cannons still rang in Karo’s ears as she bolted forward.  Pippin’s voice had been a clarion bell, directing the deadly dance that played outside the palace walls of Ala Mhigo.  She wanted to close her eyes and reflect on it, but instead only narrowed them, squinting through the smoke leftover from the thaumaturge's assault, the sulfur stinging her nose.

Suddenly the gate was there, curled inward to the city.  It hadn’t looked like that big of an opening when she had been standing with Pippin, yet the gaping maw was big enough to easily fit two magitek armored units side by side through.  The city was much bigger than she thought, it turned out.  A cry rang out above, as the wind pushed the smoke away for her to see a Yol dart through the air, circling protectively.  The main bulk of the force had already barreled through, carving a path for her small party to strike at the heart of the Palace.  To strike at Zenos.

Gritting her teeth, Karo did her best not to think on the Crown Prince and the fight that was yet to come.  Had she grown in strength enough to defeat him at last?  Or would he discard her to the side like he had twice before now.  It didn’t matter.  It had to end.  Today.

The barricades set up blocked off most of the fighting as she loped through the city streets–friends and allies voices barking orders and rallying their troops.  Desperately her eyes took in each and every one, ensuring they were safe enough–firing off an arrow through the obstructions to help, whenever possible.  Her eyes locked with most of them as they acknowledged her steady progress, bought with blood.

Before she knew it, the tall doors to the throne room lay before her.  A deep breath, a ragged shout, and a fate to be decided.