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faelune-home · 9 months

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FFXIVWrite 2023 #8: Shed

(A/n: If its been perpetual Light without any other weather for 100 years, surely that means no seasons too? So I have to wonder how the First would feel about the world settling back into its old rhythm and the old seasons once they finally return. It must be so strange if they haven't seen snow or rain or ice in so long, or the changing leaves. So I really wanted to catch this sense of uncertainty, if most won't remember or even know about the concept.

Tho in this case, Almet might know, or she might not, depending on how old she is, but I've erred on the side of caution and assumed she's post-Flood birth.

Part of me just also feels like I miss the First and Ryne, even tho I know the very next patch is gonna have her feature in a way (small or otherwise, we don't know yet). I hope she's doing well, especially if she's still working hard for everyone. ;3;

Word count: 1385)

“Which way was it again?”

The blue flower path was certainly pretty, but it made for difficult travel when one forgot which fork in the road to follow to Fanow. Ryne unfortunately had forgotten, given the long while it’d been since she had visited the Viis town. The dense trees and the darkened shadows from the enveloping canopy didn’t help her bearings, unable to even see into the distance for a hint of life at the forest’s edge. She was travelling with a small guard, though unfortunately none had any experience with the forest as she had. Leaving her alone to shoulder the burden of navigation.

Her role as Oracle of Light had been changed somewhat, in light of the First’s new lease of life - she was something of an Emissary now for the Crystarium, often ensuring good relations between the various surviving settlements across Nordvrandt, both within each region and with the main city as a hub. Slitherbough didn’t have any issues with their neighbours, but she still wanted to check in with Fanow herself as well. If she could find it…

Fortunately for her, she wasn’t left stumbling around for much longer, as a voice broke through the leaf rustling ambiance.

“Hail, Oracle! It has been some time!” Looking up, and hearing the surprised chattering from her caravan behind her, Ryne smiled to see the familiar face of Almet standing upon a thick branch in the canopy. The woman leapt, traversing down the trunk with graceful bounds until she landed upon the petal strewn floor.

“Almet! It is good to see you,” Ryne greeted her, “I hope all has been well.”

“Of course. The forest has never been more peaceful since the night finally returned and the Sin Eaters numbered finally dwindled to nothing. I’m sure you could tell as much during your travels.” Ryne nodded, already breaking into chatter about their journey there and their reason for visiting, and idle introductions to the rest of her entourage.

“An Emissary is it? From one important duty to another, surely you of all of us have more than earned the rest after your deeds?” Almet said, shaking her head in awe.

“Many have told me, but I wouldn’t feel right just sitting doing nothing while everyone else did all the work,” Ryne replied.

“Well, that is your burden to bear, but I am pleased to see you continuing to look after the wellbeing of all on our star. Even coming all this way to check on Fanow, as cloistered away as we are here,” Almet nodded, coming to a stop by a wooden gateway arch. To Ryne’s surprise, they’d already reached the town’s entrance, unaware that Almet had led them along the way as they’d talked.

“Oh! I…Thank you. I’m sorry to say I seem to have forgotten the way,” Ryne said, flushing at her confession. Almet at least worse an understanding smile.

“Tis no worry. With how far you have travelled and how the forest has changed with the Light gone, I would be more surprised had you remembered. Feel free to come in and settle yourselves, someone will come and see you to a hut to rest yourselves so long as you are staying here,” Almet announced to the rest of the group. Ryne’s own nod to encourage them had them wasting no time entering the village, leaving the two alone.

“As much as I appreciate your hospitality, we hopefully shouldn’t stay too long. We wouldn’t want to impose, but we do have other places to visit as well.”

“You are certainly not imposing. We would always welcome you, as the allies of Ronka and the saviour of the star. But you of course have your duty as well. Allow us to at least see you well prepared for your journey,” Almet offered. Slitherbough had already offered to refill their supplies for the next leg of their journey after visiting Fanow, but more would always be nice. Sometimes to pass onto the next village they visited or even to the Crystarium’s supplies and stores when they returned.

They started up into canopy bound platforms, unperturbed at first of the wind that began to pick up – though Ryne did feel her stomach lurch as the boughs around her creaked and groaned from the strain. However they both came to a pause at a mumbling from a pair of nearby guard Viis leaning against the railing.

“It’s so different, how did it change so?”

“I don’t know, but it looks rather beautiful.”

“Ladies, is something amiss? Did something happen on your patrol?” Almet asked, making them both jump. As one of them frowned to see her surprise had crushed something in her grasp, the other held out a pristine leaf to show.

“Almet, it's so strange! The leaves are changing!” the guard stated. Almet took it in hand, brow furrowing at the discovery. Ryne peaked over, confused. The leaf was a bright vibrant orange, with dappled yellows along its lower half. A fan of leaves were thrust into her view, and she gaped at the sight; bright reds and yellows, more orange and faded gradients, and the normal greens were tinged brown along their edges.

“Is it not just from a peculiar tree?” she asked, trying to rationalise the strange appearance.

“Absolutely not, I’ve patrolled these same forests for 75 years, I know every tree in every corner,” the guard insisted, “This is new!”

“Almet, do you think the trees may be suffering an illness to cause this? Are they dying?” the other Viis asked, looking over the crushed remnants still in her hand with concern. Almet paused, still marvelling over the odd phenomena.

“No, I don’t think it is that,” she said carefully, “I can’t guarantee what this is for certain, though I may have an idea. I would like you to keep an eye out on your patrols, and inform the other groups of the same; if any more turn out like this or if anything else changes, let me know. But I appreciate this news.” The guards shared a look, then nodded and rushed off into the town.

The wind grew fiercer, and Ryne found herself shivering in its blast. Almet stood, letting it rustle through her hair and clothes.

“To think, it may finally be happening again,” she hummed, turning the leaf over in between her finger tips.

“What? What’s happening?” Noting the rising panic in Ryne’s voice, Almet smiled.

“Nothing to be worried about…or perhaps we should. But not for the reasons you may think, Oracle,” she said, “Tis the seasons. They may finally be cycling once again. The forest is changing.”

“Seasons? Changing?” Ryne had heard the concept somewhat, from Thancred - he’d mostly explained them briefly, how the sun would grow warmer, or the wind would grow colder at different times in the year. But in a world without shifting weather patterns, the notion didn’t really seem to be understood anymore.

“I remember tales from my mother, from before the Flood,” Almet explained, eyes growing distant as she recalled the memory, “She would talk about how the seasons would change the forest; how the animals would shift and move their nests and families, following their food as it too moved; how the grass would grow thick and green with the heat, and thin and wiry with the chill; and how they had different produce cycles for each passing moon, how they had to plant many crops in one season to keep people fed in the others, as less could be grown.

“And I know these past 100 years, the Light has prevented any such changes. The temperature may have dropped or risen, but it was never enough, and the forest was still the same as ever, unchanging and silent.”

“So…the idea of these seasons returning is good?” Ryne asked. The wind blew through once more, and this time Almet let the leaf in her hand fly free with the gusts.

“Yes, I think it is. Perhaps we will struggle to adjust after so long without, but I believe we can do that. And it will be wonderful to see the world return to its original self once more,” she smiled, “You may have extra work for yourself now to prepare the world for these big changes to come.”

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okay the thought of eyrie holding onto being 150 until meeting the Viis of the First is objectively Hilarious

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leejafythe · 10 months

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Dancer and the Lightwardens: Chapter 11

Among the trees with the Viis - originally posted here

It didn’t take long for Leeja and Minfilia to find the sin eaters. “There's no way we can search for the stone without dealing with them first.” “What do you propose we do?” Leeja asked her. Minfilia thought for a moment. “Fighting them together here would make a lot of noise, which might attract beasts or other eaters… But if we fought them separately and quietly, we might not have to worry about that. All right, then. I'll draw one away while you handle the other.” “Excellent plan, just be careful, alright?” Minfilia nodded. “Oh, hang on a sec” Leeja called her back for a moment. She linked her aether with Minfilia’s making her her dance partner. “A boost of strength, and I can keep track of you. Let’s go.” They split off and, as Leeja approached the one she would be taking, started her first set of steps to give Minfilia an extra boost.

When the sin eater finally fell and dissipated into aether once more, Leeja went to find Minfilia. “Oh! There you are! Are you alright?” She jogged over to Minfilia and looked her up and down for a moment. “It's done. Though, I fear I was a bit careless. I'll do better next time, I promise.” “Alright, hold still for me” Leeja cast a healing spell to remove any injury she had taken and any ache that followed. “I... I'm fine. You needn't worry about me. More importantly, we have to find that heartstone.” Minfilia said shyly. “I’m going to worry about you, it’s my job to do so” Leeja smiled, When she had finished the spell, they began their search for the heartstone.

t took them roughly ten minutes to find the stone, and Leeja barely saw it between the branches of a bush. “Oh it’s here!” She pulled it free and rubbed the dirt and grime off of it. “Oh, it’s beautiful” Minfilia observed. “You know, Thancred always said you were a woman of many talents, and I think I'm beginning to understand what he meant.” Leeja looked at her, slightly embarrassed. “We should hurry back to Slitherbough. Runar and the others are probably worried.” “Absolutely. And remember, if Thancred gets upset at you, come and find me. I’ll put him in his place” Leeja reassured her. They ran back to Slitherbough, keeping the heartstone tight in Leeja’s pouch.

As they entered the village, a very unhappy looking Thancred greeted them with a scowl on his face. “Stay with me, let’s speak with Runar and then we can go and confront grumpy” Leeja said quietly. They walked past Thancred to find Runar and Leeja could feel the glare following her. She shrugged it off, it wouldn’t be the first time. As they approached Runar, he looked relieved to see them alive and unharmed.

“Thank goodness you are safe. I had begun to fear the worst.” “I apologise, it took a little longer to find the stone” Leeja pulled the stone from her pouch and handed it to him for safe keeping. “By all that is dark, you found it! We can proceed with her service as planned. These blessed gems serve not only to protect us in life, but to guide our spirits unto the sunless sea in the hereafter. Even should we be felled by the sin eaters, so long as these gems are recovered, our souls are ensured peace in the dark” he explained.. “That sounds lovely. I’m glad we were able to find it” Leeja smiled. “I must insist you and your friends attend Toddia's service as honored guests. There is still much we must do to prepare, but please go and inform the others it will be held in the Darker.” Runar smiled and headed off. Leeja squeezed Minfilia’s shoulder. “Come on, we can’t avoid him forever” Leeja sighed.

“Thancred, I can explain” Minfilia said to him nervously. Leeja stood next to her. “Well? Out with it then” he frowned at her. “Leeja and I learned so much about the Night's Blessed while you were away. And we helped them recover a lost heirloom out in the woods. I know I wasn't supposed to leave, but they really needed our help! There were sin eaters, and─” Minfilia began to explain. Thancred sighed and shook his head. “So long as Leeja accompanied you. But do try to be more careful next time? Your injuries could have been a lot worse.” “She was fine. She did an excellent job and I healed any wounds she did have” Leeja squeezed her shoulder gently. “Runar has invited us all to attend the memorial service. We’re to proceed to the Darker” Leeja told them.

Leeja made her way into the Darker to assist with the final preparations of the memorial and stood at the back as others filed in quietly. She looked up as Thancred stood next to her. “Between your earlier excursion and my patrol of the area for sin eaters, hopefully Y'shtola and Urianger will be able to finish their work in peace.” He said to her quietly. She hummed softly in response. “Are you upset with me?” “No. It’s fine. Just, we can talk later but this is not the place for it” she whispered in answer. As everyone gathered in the Darker, the atmosphere changed and Leeja found herself reaching for Thancred’s hand subconsciously for comfort. Instead he pulled her gently against him without saying a word as the memorial took place. Leeja said a silent prayer to whoever may have been listening and a short time after, the memorial came to a close as everyone left the Darker once more.

Y’shtola explained to them what the tablet meant and what they had learned from it. “In their desperation, petitions for aid were sent out to their allies. This was one such petition.” “And you think this ancient petition will somehow help us get into Yx'Maja?” Minfilia looked at the tablet sitting on the table. “Indeed we do. For etched into this tablet is a method by which one may prove themself an ally of the Ronkan Empire. Provided we are able to decipher said instructions, we may entreat the ruin's protectors to grant us safe passage.” Urianger continued. “So it sounds like we need a cipher then?” “We have but one recourse: there exists a stone monument inscribed with ancient Ronkan text and translations into a more modern dialect which came into use after the fall of the empire. I am confident it will suit our purposes.” She looked at Leeja. “I am afraid I must ask you and Thancred to assist me.” “Happy to do so. Just point me in the direction you need me to go” Leeja said, a slight smile appearing on her face. Thancred looked at Minfilia. “And before you even ask, the answer is no. If we're to remain unseen, our group must be as small as possible.” She went to protest, only for Leeja to step in. “It’s alright, Minfilia. We’ll be back as soon as we can. Look after Urianger and the villagers for us?” She nodded reluctantly.

“So, what should we expect? Aside from the hostile greeting?” Leeja asked as she looked at Y’shtola. “A guard has been posted at Cleric to keep watch over the Children. Perhaps he has aught to share of their recent activity. But we must tread carefully. There is a chance we may encounter them along the way. Stay close and stay alert. I would avoid a confrontation if possible.” They left quickly, making sure not to get separated. The walk was quiet, none of them saying a word to each other. Leeja hated it, they’re the two people she loves more than anyone and she couldn’t bring herself to say a word in casual conversation. Her ears folded back and her tail had fluffed up more than its usual fluffiness. Thancred had noticed but didn’t know what to say, though that was mostly from fear of upsetting her further.

They separated to find the scout when they hadn’t met in the designated meeting space. Leeja heard the sounds of commotion and rushed toward it, finding the scout in question surrounded by, who she assumed, Children. After fighting them off, she healed the scout as Thancred and Y’shtola ran up to them. “Thank goodness you are unharmed.” “We would have arrived sooner, but we too had a rather unwelcome visit from the Children.” “I got here just in time. Are you alright?” The scout nodded. “You are an acquaintance of Master Matoya, then. My apologies. The Children have been acting strange of late, so I thought to take a closer look. I was careless…” They all looked at each other. He went on to explain the strange preparations and the strange behaviour with the venomous spiders. The thought alone made Leeja feel nauseous, her arachnophia not sitting well with potentially having to face spiders. She hated them at home and absolutely despised their existence. “If we were to introduce a threat to the nests where they keep them, the Children would be compelled to save them. Bees, for example, are a natural predator of spiders. Set them loose on the nests and we would have our opportunity to sneak into their encampment.” Y’shtola took a lot of glee in that though, if the smile on her face was anything to go by. “What a mischievous plan. I like it. With a bit of smoke we should be able to subdue a few colonies long enough to secure their hives.” Thancred, Y’shtola and Leeja were pointed in the direction of the storehouse and each grabbed some smoke bombs and sacks before separating off to capture the bees.

Thancred took the sacks with the bees in and, with expert aim that made even Leeja jealous, threw them into Woven Oath. A minute passed. And then another. And then the sounds of chaos inside drew a grin from each of them. “Sounds like it’s going well for them in there.” “Indeed. We should hurry though, they won’t be distracted forever.” “If you should come to blows with the Children, I'll see to it any signs of struggle are concealed. Failing that, I'll create a distraction to buy Y'shtola more time. Should anyone get past me, it falls to you to guard her.” “Are you kidding? She’ll protect me before I can even get a hit off” Leeja shrugged a little. “But I’ve got her back, don’t worry.” “Your concern is appreciated, but I sincerely doubt it will come to that” Y’shtola shrugged. “Why do I get the feeling you enjoy the idea of my loafing about bored in the shadows?” Leeja giggled quietly and cleared her throat, trying to disguise it. “Come now, Thancred. The shadows are a fitting place for a Warrior of Darkness . Now, if you both are ready?” They nodded and hurriedly made their way inside.

True to Thancred’s word, anyone they fought he took care of quickly and quietly while Y’shtola and Leeja hurried through to find the stone. As Y’shtola read over the stone, comparing it with the tablet, Leeja looked about at the various paintings on the wall. “These paintings… They seem familiar. Depictions of heroes throughout history. The age of gods, the Ronkan empire and this…” Ardbert began to explain to her. She couldn’t answer, not without Y’shtola thinking she was speaking with her. “There was a man. A researcher who pored over these pieces. He offered us work when we needed it. Slaying beasts, delivering provisions… A funny old bugger, but he had a good heart.” He smiled fondly at the memory. He took Leeja through each painting and what he knew of them. From the long lost ages, to the most recent of Ronka. He even told her how the researcher offered to paint him and his friends. “...he actually went ahead and did it. Before or after the Flood, I wonder.” He stared at the paintings a little longer. “Do you suppose that your deeds will warrant an addition to this collection? Or some other kind of monument?” Ardbert asked curiously. Just as Leeja went to answer, Y’shtola walked over to her. “There you are. I have everything we need, let us quit this place.” “Please, the longer we’re here the more overrun we might find ourselves.”

Back in Slighterbough, Y’shtola made her way toward her quarters immediately whilst Thancred found Minfilia and Urianger, leaving Leeja on her own as she quietly by the fire, watching it as Runar focused on making supper for everyone. They spoke briefly, mostly Leeja being curious about their culinary arts, local ingredients that they couldn’t grow and wrote everything down in her notebook. “What is that you have there?” He asked. “Oh, this? I love cooking, so I like taking notes on various places I’ve been so I can always remember where I’ve been and if I ever have guests then I can try to make local dishes” she smiled at him. It made Runar smile as he continued to enlighten her more about the Greatwood and beasts for meats and skins and such. “You should ask around the village, if you enjoy making things, we have various artisans who would be more than happy to talk to you about them.” “I would love that, thank you” She tucked the notebook back in the front pocket of her bag. She went back to sitting quietly, leaning her head back against the log behind her as she took a moment to let go and focus on nothing but the sounds of the Greatwood, of the village. It helped calm her anxieties as she focused on each part of her body to relax down.

“The others on patrol should be back by now. Our food will be overcooked if we wait any longer” Runar’s voice entered the quiet bubble Leeja had put herself in. “We will have to start without them. Would you call Master Matoya and the others?” He asked. Leeja nodded and stood up, brushing herself down. She made her way over to the doors in the back, and she froze when she heard Y’shtola talking. “I tire of these games, Urianger. Why do you pretend you cannot see it? The blessing may spare her the fate of becoming a Lightwarden,” she stated, “but you cannot be blind to the nascent corruption. She is not as she was in the Source.” Urianger was silent, not saying a word. Leeja’s heart began to race. “Though I have no proof, I fear that the light the poured forth from the Wardens has not been negated at all.” Leeja lost her appetite, the more she listened the worse she felt. “I fear it has been absorbed – the has been infused with their light.�� Her hand dropped to her side as her head bowed slightly. Then she heard Urianger. “Though I have given thought to this possibility, I dare not speak until more is known.” “By the time you deign to enlighten us it may be too late, if it is not already.” Y’shtola scolded. She could hear the worry in Y’shtola’s voice, and while it was nice someone cared, it was too late to not feel stung by them talking about her behind her own back. “Urianger – I know after all these years you only have the best of intentions. But that does not make it any easier to put my faith in a man so infatuated with secrecy.” Leeja tuned out the rest of the conversation. She felt numb. She felt sick and she felt used and lied to, and Gods only–

“Help! Somebody help! The Eulmorans are coming! We’re under attack!” A scout ran into the village making Leeja rush away from the door. “Where are they?” She asked, hearing Y’shtola and Urianger walking over. “Outside the village. They want to speak to a representative of the Blessed.” “Allow me. Leeja, Thancred, Minfilia keep yourselves out of sight.” They nodded, and while they didn’t hide on the opposite side, they chose to hide in the shadows toward the entrance in silence. Leeja’s hand closed into a fist upon seeing Ran’jit once more. She wanted– no, needed – to punch something or someone, especially after hearing the ridiculous demands that the Greatwood now fell under Eulmoran rule. It took everything in her power to stop herself from laughing a bitter laugh. The Eulmorans left, leaving Runar and Y’shtola to take care of the poisoned scout. The others ran back into the village to prepare to begin treatment for the man.

While they waited for news from Urianger and Y’shtola, Leeja sat quietly on the log. “Leeja?” Minfilia looked at her. “Hm?” “Are you okay?” She sat down next to Leeja as she nodded. “You?” “I guess. I hope that he makes a full recovery.” Leeja rubbed her back gently and looked at the ground. “That Eulmore has gained a foothold here in these woods bodes ill for the Night's Blessed.” Thancred grumbled, pacing a little. The door opened and the three of them walked over. “Well?” “How fareth the young guard?” “The poison spread throughout his system long before he was brought here. At present, there is naught we can do but try to ease his pain.” The sound of something hitting stone drew their attention to the upset and frustrated miqo’te who had put a crack in the wall and breaking her fingers. She hissed over and over in Hannish as she healed her hand. “Leeja?” “I’m fine.” She flexed her fingers and sat down in silence. She tuned out the conversation without realising as she stared down at the ground. The sound of her name pulled her from her thoughts. “...Leeja's arrival, I am minded to take the offensive. The Eulmorans' presence here plainly stems from a desire to protect the Lightwarden. I say we seek it out and slay the creature before they return. Were darkness to fall over Rak'tika, they would have no cause to remain.” Y’shtola said. “...All of which is rather easier said than done. Unless, of course, you've finally deciphered that tablet?” Thancred asked, She nodded. “I have, as a matter of fact. And with it we can prepare everything we need to enter Yx'Maja. What say you all? We will need to act quickly, but I believe it can be done.” “We cannot deny our fate. But one course lieth before us.” Urianger agreed with Y’shtola as they nodded. “Well, we are villains, are we not?” Leeja leaned back in the chair. “Good. I leave the Blessed in your capable hands, Runar.” Y’shtola smiled warmly at him. “Very well… I see there is no changing your mind. By all that is dark, I swear to keep the Blessed safe.” Runar answered.

Leeja and Y’shtola gathered everything they needed to before getting ready to leave the village, while Minfilia and Thancred worked on defences. Urianger had stayed behind to help with the poisoned man. As Leeja and Y’shtola walked toward the location Y’shtola had pointed on her map, it was a little quiet. “Are you alright?” Y’shtola asked. “Just… A little tired is all. Nothing serious” she spoke quietly. She knew Y’shtola could sense her lying, but she didn’t push it. “Well, you know you can always speak with me if anything is bothering you, anything at all.” Leeja gave her a small nod. “Is this the lake?” “It is. Now, listen closely as there is a riddle that must be solved” Y’shtola said as she read it a couple of times for Leeja to think about it as she removed her boots, the scarf and jacket of her gear. “I’ll be back” she murmured before diving into the lake.

Y’shtola waited. And waited. And waited a little longer until Leeja reemerged from the water, holding up a gold disc as she wiped her face. “Got it!” She swam to shore and handed it to the other miqo’te. “Excellent. Are you alright? You were down there for a while.” She asked. “All good. Got lost a couple of times but I got it.” Leeja grabbed a small towel she had begun to carry on her as a just in case and dried herself off quickly and got dressed once more. “You carry a towel?” Y’shtola raised an eyebrow and grinned a little. “Listen, you have no idea how many times I either have to go diving or someone tries – and fails – to drown me. I didn’t take it with me to Il Mheg and I’ll let Thancred or Urianger explain what happened there” she smiled. She wrung the towel out and zipped it back up in the bag she had with her. “On the subject of Thancred,” Y’shtola began, “is aught amiss with you both?” Leeja chewed her lip. “Kind of. It’s regarding Minfilia and I think he’s angry at me.” Leeja crossed her arms as they walked. “How so?” “Minfilia just wants to help. She wants to pull her own weight and Thancred isn’t allowing it to happen. So, much like I did here, I let Minfilia come with me to deal with the sin eaters and find Toddia’s heartstone and in Il Mheg I let her come with me on a task. She will never learn to hold her own if he keeps refusing to let her discover herself. She’s safe with me, probably safer than she is with Thancred, but she feels like she’s ruining everything and to hear her speak like that–” “Reminds you of you and Lahabrea?” Leeja tensed before nodding. “...Aye. Like it was my fault that he got possessed because I got hurt and kidnapped and he worked twice as hard” she said quietly. “Would you like me to speak with him?” She offered. Leeja shook her head. “No, but could you speak with Minfilia? Just to reassure her she’s done nothing wrong?” Y’shtola nodded. “Thank you, Shtola.” “‘Tis quite alright.”

“I'm so glad to see you're safe. Everyone is ready to go if you are.” Minfilia greeted Leeja. “Aye, is everything okay here?” “We've done what we can to prepare them for the worst. Still, we should hurry, before the Children return with Eulmoran reinforcements.” “Y’shtola and I succeeded with our task so we’re ready to go.” They gathered their belongings and made their way through a gate that Runar had opened for them as they bid their farewells. Leeja worried, and it was evident by her folded back ears and her tail drooped. She felt someone grab her hand gently and she looked up. “They’re as safe as they can be” Thancred said gently. She nodded a little and -to his surprise, kept hold of his hand.

They found and followed a path of blue flowers. “Wait! Not a step further, we’re being watched” she hissed to the quickly. Just as she looked up, arrows had been loosed upon them. “Twould seem we have found them” Y’shtola looked up at the tree where they being watched by three viis. “You trespass upon sacred ground. Begone!” One of them yelled. “Not very polite it seems” Leeja muttered. When they didn’t leave, more arrows were shot their way. Thancred managed to deflect some whilst Leeja split some of the arrows with her chakrams. The one wielding a spear dropped from the tree and began to attack Y’shtola, despite her protesting. Urianger and Leeja threw their chakrams and cards toward her, making her back away from Y’shtola and giving her a moment to grab the medallion with the owl on. She barely stopped in time when she saw it. “We are allies of empire of Ronka. As is customary, we come bearing the seal of the emperor.” The spear-wielding viis examined the seal and smiled widely. “It appears to be genuine!” “Then perhaps there is yet hope!” The viis with staff said happily. “We acknowledge your seal, but we must be certain of its authenticity. Follow the azure flowers to our village. There we will judge if you are friend of foe” the viis with the bow told them. And with that, they disappeared.

They found the village among the trees and met the three viis once more. Y’shtola handed over the seal. When it was determined it was genuine, they apologised for the hostel greeting. “For three thousand years we have waited for this moment, and now you are finally here. I bid you welcome, allies of Ronka.” They introduced themselves as Cymet, Almet and Uimet. “We were beginning to lose hope that you would come.” Cymet said. “I beg your pardon?” They looked at Almet. “These are troubled times for my people. Though I can but imagine what has compelled you to venture into our woods. You must be tired after your journey. Come, take your ease.” Almet gave them a tour of the village, warning them to be careful where they stepped, not wanting them to fall.

Almet explained to them about how long they had been waiting and why. She also explained who they were and their lifespan shocked both Leeja and Minfilia. Leeja began to wonder if it was the same for the viera of the Source. She’d have to find out when they went home. They were giving freedom to ask around the village to try and see if anyone had either seen or heard of the Lightwarden, yet they didn’t get very far. Only Leeja had gotten some information of it being seen near Rak’tika Falls. “I have never heard of this Rak'tika Falls. I can but assume it lies deep within the woods of Yx'Maja.” Y’shtola enquired. “Just so. But the tunnel which leads there collapsed after a rather bloody battle with the eaters, and has not been passable for many years. We made several attempts to clear away the rubble, yet each time we were driven back. In the end, we were forced to give it up as lost.” Cymet began. “...Thereby making it a suitable place for the Warden to take sanctuary. There is perhaps one way to enter. Though it would be at great peril to you and your companions. The Qitana Ravel, a temple to the northeast. It has been sealed for centuries, but within is a path that leads to the falls.” Almet finished.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #leeja fythe #thancred waters #my writing #shadowbringers #urianger augurelt #y'shtola rhule #Almet #Cymet #Uimet #Rak'tika

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tarmaarn · 10 months

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Anyways not to dump about the art I just shared from Meg but it's interesting how a character comes about.

Over a decade ago I played a star wars game that the imperial agent storyline left me reeling at the end and I was like wait what no give me more so I HAD to do more so over time she's turned into an exploration of

"What does the super spy do after the government conspiracy is over?"

In her case track down her family find out she has a younger brother snd deal with her trauma and try and make friends.

Every scene I imagine her in is kind of sad because she has never had anyone celebrate her for her just the mission so she's doing bad at adjusting

#tarm.txt #i love her your honor #shes also a character who picked a bunch of my own insecurities so sorry to Almete

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anonynewsroom · 2 years

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College.

Why I have to wear this office shoes that will misshapen my feet.

And also. I have this uniform that's 2 size too small for me.

#caretaker: schlatt #Almet.../neg

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ffxivxd · 2 months

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The 87 year old Almet, is the Chieftainess of Fanow. As the leader among the Viis there, she was tasked in protecting Ronkan history during the troubled times. Nowadays, she is free to explore more possibilities for Fanow's future--like eating more honey-glazed nuts.

#ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivxd #final fantasy 14

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Pandangan Politik dari Rakyat Biasa

Zaman mahasiswa, kayaknya adalah masa di mana aku paling melek sama politik. Selain karena status mahasiswa, obrolan yang pasti memasukkan politik, aku juga punya ketertarikan tersendiri. Apalagi pernah jadi korban politik kampus. Padahal aku bukan aktivis, dan bukan mahasiswa yang suka bersuara juga. Mungkin kalau bukan karena itu, aku udah jadi aktivis kali. Tapi yang terjadi lain, sehingga bagi aku masa itu cukup untuk melihat seberapa nggak menyenangkan politik itu bahkan masih di tingkat mahasiswa.

Saking skeptisnya, aku sampai percaya teori ini, siapapun yang jadi pemimpin negeri ini, dia pasti dikendalikan oleh yang punya kuasa. Kuasa di sini nggak mengacu kepada elit global ya apalagi Tuhan, tapi suatu sistem yang terstruktur untuk menguasai negeri ini.

Tahun 2014 dan 2019, aku nggak memilih karena waktu itu juga aku menganut, nggak memilih adalah bentuk pilihan. Secara ringkas aku nggak melihat kalau pak Jokowi sudah cukup layak jadi presiden di tahun 2014, apalagi sebelum mencalonkan diri sebagai presiden aku ingat meski samar ia mengadakan kunjungan ke Undip, dan bilang nggak akan mencalonkan diri sebagai presiden.

Tahun ini kontestasinya beda, begitu banyak euforia yang rasanya nggak cuma hitam dan putih. Jadi sekali lagi aku terpanggil untuk melihat politik dari aku yang sudah bukan mahasiswa lagi. Omong-omong dulu aku beranggapan mahasiswa adalah orang yang paling bebas kepentingan dalam politik sehingga punya penilaian paling objektif dan rasional, tapi makin kesini anggapan itu mulai bergeser. Apalagi melihat fenomena yang terbaru, mahasiswa almet merah yang menangis untuk salah satu capres (menangis kan bagian emosi bukan nalar) dan memilih karena kesan yang nggak memberikan kesan.

Ketiga paslon sekarang ini awalnya nggak ada yang cukup banyak aku soroti, kecuali apa yang dihidangkan media tanpa dicari. Tapi memang karena aku kuliah di Semarang dan sempat kerja di sana (2013-2019) aku punya pengamatan yang lebih panjang terhadap pak Ganjar dibanding yang lain. Apalagi di awal-awal kepemimpinan beliau jadi gubernur, ya meski sejak lulus akhirnya blas stres mikirin pasca kampus, mana lagi mengkonsumsi berita politik.

Pak Anies yang menjabat sebagai menteri pendidikan dan kebudayaan di zaman aku kuliah nggak memberikan peran signifikan karena saat itu universitas ada di bawah kemenristekdikti yang menterinya kebetulan rektor terpilih Undip pak Nasir, jadi secara otomatis nggak cuma aku mungkin juga teman-temanku di kampus, lebih banyak ngomongin pak Nasir daripada pak Anies. Pula aku bukan rakyat Jakarta yang dulu nggak pernah berniat ke Jakarta, ya semacam urusan kalian lah itu pemilihan gubernur, kami mah ya penonton.

Sedangkan pak Prabowo, nggak akan aku denial kalau beliau aku blacklist sebagai pilihan di tahun 2014 dan 2019 karena cerita 1998. Apalagi di tahun itu aku nggak pernah membaca kiprah politik beliau di pemerintahan (kecuali ketua partai yang bagi aku nggak dihitung sebagai peran dalam pemerintahan) untuk bisa dijadikan acuan akan bagaimana beliau memimpin Indonesia. Karir teranyar beliau untuk negara ini dicopot di tahun 1998 karena pelanggaran HAM. Makanya pas 2019 beliau dipilih jadi Menhan, aku bingung karena kalau dalam pemahaman aku sebagai orang awam, dari tahun 1998-2019 artinya udah ada 21 tahun beliau nggak bekerja untuk pertahanan negara. Kalau aku jadi bos dalam suatu usaha yang membutuhkan pengalaman, jelas aku nggak akan memilih seseorang yang sudah vakum 21 tahun. Jadi pada akhirnya kolaborasi 2019 waktu itu dalam pandangan awamku ini adalah bentuk monopoli kekuasaan.

Bayangin aja waktu itu, eksekutif (presiden) dan legislatif (ketua DPR) udah dari partai yang sama, eh ada oposisi diajak kolaborasi, mau lagi. Ya apa kabar demokrasi?

Sekarang pas beliau mencalonkan diri lagi, aku udah pasti nggak akan pilih beliau, apalagi pas cawapres yang dia gandeng datang dari pelanggaran etik. Nggak cukup di situ, beliau juga tampil dengan kontradiktif, di satu sisi joget gemoy di sisi lain ngatain. Dibilang tegas nggak pas dibilang bersahabat lebih jauh. Semakin kuat nih AsalBukan02.

Untuk menentukan pak Anies atau pak Ganjar, aku maraton nonton debat. Jujur aja aku nggak nonton pas live. Jadi testimoni orang-orang dulu, warganet unek-unek dulu, baru aku nonton. Jadi cukup mengherankan bagi aku kenapa banyak orang menilai pak Anies terlalu manis mulutnya, padahal sebagai calon pemimpin negara, retorika beliau itu adalah standar.

Debat pertama, aku merasa pak Ganjar lebih kontekstual, seandainya aku cuma nonton debat pertama, mungkin aku bakal pilih pak Ganjar.

Tapi akhirnya kan aku harus melihat lain, visi misi, jejak peran, jejak digital, siapa yang mengusung bahkan pendukungnya bagaimana dan siapa juga harus jadi pertimbangan.

Itu kenapa akhirnya aku memilih pak Anies.

Dari banyak berita, atau sikut-sikutan orang pak Anies adalah yang paling adem menanggapi setiap peristiwa. Kalau dalam bahasa sehari-hariku beliau yang paling pintar manajemen emosi. Buat aku itu poin penting, kalau mau ngikutin bahasa gen Z, kan nggak mungkin kita dipimipin presiden tantrum.

Testimoni pak Anies semakin diperkuat sama warga DKI yang sebenarnya mereka lebih pengen pak Anies jadi gubernur aja. Apalagi ditambah bukti kerja nyata. Itu memberikan validasi bahwa kepemimpinan pak Anies itu baik, sampai mereka nggak rela bagi-bagi.

Puncaknya adalah, gerakan warga di media sosial, yang nggak dibayar apa-apa tapi seikhlas itu mendukung pak Anies demi perubahan. Fenomena pak Anies membuktikan bahwa masih banyak rakyat yang nggak bisa dibeli dengan uang. Mereka memilih dengan kesadaran.

Ini warna baru dalam dunia politik yang aku lihat, di mana banyak sekali partisipan pendukung pak Anies yang serela itu mengocek kantungnya sendiri di saat kita tahu bersama, sebelum ini banyak pilihan orang yang bisa dibeli dengan amplop yang isinya tak seberapa. Ya meski dengar-dengar sekarang banyak influencer dan artis yang dibayar mahal untuk dibeli nuraninya.

Belum lagi konsep desak Anies, itu adalah dialog nyata rakyat, tempat aspirasi masyarakat. Beliau keliling dari satu kota ke kota lain, menjawab pertanyaan tanpa mempertanyakan kemampuan berpikir si penanya.

Aku tahu, kita nggak pernah tahu apa yang sebenarnya terjadi di sana. Tapi seandainya pun ada plot twist yang dihidangkan di masa depan, setidaknya kita nggak memilih tanpa berpikir dengan matang. Dan ini adalah narasi yang juga sering aku dengar dari pemilih pak Anies lain.

Aku berani katakan, aku pilih pak Anies dengan komposisi visi misi, jejak kepemimpinan (pengalaman), jejak digital (sikap), pendidikan (intelektual dan bahasa), strategi kampanye, juga sikap dan solidaritas pendukungnya.

Dan aku rasa kamu juga harus memiliki pertimbangan ini setidaknya tiga dari ini untuk memilih, mana yang menurutmu layak. Kalau masih nggak ada yang menurutmu paling layak, singkirkan aja yang nggak layak. Kalau ketiganya masih nggak layak, ya wassalam.

03 Februari 2023.

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A Comprehensive List of Character Ages from Encyclopaedia Eorzea III

Got my copy today and figured I'd compile a list of every character that has an age given in Encyclopaedia Eorzea III! Contains Shadowbringers and Endwalker spoilers. Text version below the cut (warning: it is LONG).

Shadowbringers Characters

Major Characters

Vauthry – 29

Beq Lugg – ~250

Lyna – 33

Feo Ul – "newly blossomed by fae reckoning"

Kai-Shirr Olkoh – 17

Ran'jit – 88

Chai-Nuzz Mewlah – 40

Dulia-Chai Mewlah – 40

Tesleen Stoneplowe – 18

Halric of the Gold House of Aldmere – 9

Seto – at least 140

Runar – 30

Ryne – 17

Gaia – 17

Role Quest Characters

Granson Ketchthane – 28

Lue-Reeq Chalah – 18

Cerigg Morpurse – 25

Taynor Lakplowe – 10

Giott – 22

Cyella Valthane – ~10,000

Crystalline Mean Characters

Katliss Horhand – 39

Facet of Forging

Iola Waldhand – 18

Eismon Valhand – 31

Colana of the Seventh House of Oakbridge – 27

Sue-Rend Maihov – 29

Facet of Crafting

Thiuna – 24

Walden of the Final House of Elmsby – 43

Owell Freehand – 27

Facet of Nourishing

Bethric of the Second house of Pinehome – 36

Facet of Gathering

Qeshi-Rae Kaapoh – 30

Yalana of the Grey House of Ashgrave – 25

Mao-Ladd Moshca – 23

Facet of Fishing

Frithrik – 26

Mervyl Stonehand – 52

Hurielle Stonehand – 22

Lakeland Characters

Callea Skyekirk – 27

Nielden of the First House of Oakbridge – 48

Mauwyl Mudkirk – 23

Tolas Valkirk – 23

Dwarf Quests Characters

Ronitt – 15

Ozogg – 20

Kholusia Characters

Kai-Shirr Olkoh – 17

Tristol Horpurse – 39

Eueliss Hylplowe – 22

Sai-Lewq Jinal – 56

Theva Valfyst – 37

Irvithe Ketchand – 26

Grithil Ketchpurse – 26

Xamott – 50

Korutt – 19

Glagg – 72

Eulmore Characters

Ran'jit – 88

Chai-Nuzz Mewlah – 40

Dulia-Chai Mewlah – 40

The Jongleurs – 18

Mowen Freepurse – 41

The Canary – 17

Hathenbet Ketchkirk – 67

Thoarich Skyeplowe – 73

Anfrigg Morhand – 21

Bosta-Zia Panpah – 19

Amh Araeng Characters

Ghen Gen – 39

Tesleen Stoneplowe – 18

Halric of the Gold House of Aldmere – 9

Thaffe Morhand – 24

Jeryk Motplowe – 23

Jamial Nabaath – 64

Guthjon – 34

Horthur – 53

Kee-Satt Lye – 20

Rhal Ral – 27

Darmal Morfyst – 45

The Fae

Aenc Thon – "as old as the flick of a disappearing tail"

Seto – at least 140

Rak’tika Characters

Runar – 30

Almet – 87

Uimet – 85

Cymet – 83

Lanille – 140

Myalna – 38

Qitari Quest Characters

Valan – 19

Quinfort – 18

Ciuna and Phyna – 48

Qitarl Natl – 14

The Tempest Characters

Tolshs Aath – 63

Paushs Ooan – 18

Grenoldt Freethane – 51

Teushs Ooan – 33

Zumshs Aath – 68

The Empty Characters

Ryne – 17

Gaia – 17

Werlyt Characters

Gaius Baelsar – 56

Valens van Varro – 56

Severa Souther – 23

Valdeaulin Ganathain – 48

Alfonse aan Baelsar – 21

Allie aan Baelsar – 16

Rex aan Baelsar – 18

Ricon aan Baelsar – 17

Milisandia aan Baelsar – 20

Bozja Characters

Bajsaljen Ulgasch – 54

Marsak Apella – 42

Misija Votyasch – 29

Stanik Alubov – 15

Noah van Gabranth – 48

Menenius sas Lanatus – 55

Lyon rem Helsos – near 70

Sadr rem Albeleo – 37

Firmament Characters

Augebert Brasher – 36

Maelie Greystone – 11

Peyraquile Bomptond – 13

Marcelloix Mourelz – 34

Neillemard Hanette – 31

Endwalker Characters

Major Characters

Ahewann bin Alzadaal – 22

Montichaigne Mongrignois – 74

Ameliance Leveilleur – 42

Erenville – 25

Kokkol Dankkol – 43

Wilfsunn Tragbharsyn – 56

Bloewyda Uwilsyngwyn – 54

Matsya – 22

Jullus pyr Norbanus – 21

Role Quest Characters

Shirabaht bin Ardati – 31

Ea-Sura-Supin – 28

Charlet Reed – 19

Minato Urabito – 24

Kisei Urabito – 51

Sharlayan Characters

Montichaigne Mongrignois – 74

Ojika Tsunjika – 21

Dickson Denman – 38

Barnier Clarke – 54

Ameliance Leveilleur – 42

Kytte Kirk – 26

Nenelymo Totolymo – 72

Studium Characters

Rurusha Rusha – 74

Boric Azora – 40

Namono Tayamono – 29

Jude Rose – 19

Jeromere Marette – 20

Debroye – 21

Galveroche Larille – 55

Flaugustert Friont – 73

Hinageshi Wright – 29

Tankin Banjo – 35

T'laqa Tia – 31

Nele Newton – 81

Qih Aliapoh – 26

Labyrinthos Characters

Vtorak Vetasch – "indeterminate age and inconclusive gender"

Erenville – 25

Kokkol Dankkol – 43

Wilfsunn Tragbharsyn – 56

Bloewyda Uwilsyngwyn – 54

Verpaulaine Fouillel – 12

Thavnair Characters

Mehryde bihn Shinan – 40

Ahewann bin Alzadaal – 22

Mehryde bihn Shinan – 40

Matsya – 22

Qerasaf bin Shirashir – 24

Racashir bin Fahleel – 9

Yezahn bin Qulhudi – 27

Sula – 24

Arkasodara Quest Characters

Trna (Arkasodara Quests) – 21

Ogul Khatayin – 18

Kancana – 50

Garlemald Characters

Sicard Spence – 26

Licinia bas Corculum – 18

Jullus pyr Norbanus – 21

Jareck aan Natasch – 43

Vergilia van Corculum – 42

Nerva yae Galvus – 44

Rimelnaud de Thelomaire – 27

Appius eir Callaecus – 30

Galla oen Longus – 33

Volsus bas Malicus – 13

Vipsania dus Malicus – 44

Frontinus fae Malicus – 43

Job-Related Characters

Gunbreaker

Radovan Slobasch – 45

Sophie – 20

Cato nan Mammula – 52

Vitus quo Messalla – 52

Dancer

Ranaa Mihgo – 17

Nashmeira – 37

Reaper

Drusilla Varus – 52

Arnegis Elder – 42

Hermin Hart – 19

Sage

Lalah Jinjahl – 22

Mahaud Stone – 21

Ancel Stone – 26

Guildivain Sailmet – 38

Blue Mage

Latool Ja – 22

Whastrach Ahldwaensyn – 37

Ceadda of the Whalaqee – 14

Zirnberk Fyrgeissyn – 26

Seasonal Event Characters

Valentione’s Day

Lisette de Valentione – "nearing thirty"

Astrid de Valentione – 16

Little Ladies’ Day

Ulala Ula – 16

Narumi Kakeya – 21

Masha Mhakaracca – 19

Aldiytha Thorne – 22

Hatching–Tide

Jihli Aliapoh – 22

Pawlin Morning – 38

Make It Rain Campaign

Nanaphon Sasaphon – 23

Roland Redsteele – 48

Moonfire Faire

Haermaga Bleibornsyn – 39

Beaudefoin Dupaitre – 33

Hildelana Quick – 28

R'fhul Tia – 18

The Rising

Wandering Minstrel – "undisclosed age"

J'bhen Tia – 22

Nhagi'a Jakkkya – 16

All Saints’ Wake

Impresario – "gives his age as 'six hundred and sixty-six'"

Starlight

Amh Garanjy - 27

#this post brought to you by my particular brand of autism #apologies for any typos or omissions - please let me know if you notice them and I will correct them!#that said #if there's someone you're looking for who's not on here #it's probably because they didn't get given an age #ex: the ancients the lopporits and anyone from ultima thule #ffxiv #endwalker spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #encyclopaedia eorzea 3

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