#char liveblogs ffxiv

[charlottedabookworm]

they give you a buff after you eat the curry agksdfhjlws;oi-

[faye-astera]

Who is Faye? Let’s talk about the past

Faye is a diner owner and alchemist as a hobby. He used to be a rebel and fought for the Ala Mhigan Resistance, but he retired. Faye had a rough childhood his parents were killed and he was almost beaten to death. His birth name is F’lohi Tia.

Childhood:

Faye’s dad was a miqote called D’lohi Tia, he was from one of the many seeker of the sun clans that live in the Gyr Abania region. His mother was a highlander called Aífe Astera, she was from a village that used to be located near the main city. They met in a peculiar way, D’lohi decided to make a life of his own and abandoned his clan because he didn’t want to become a Nunh. D’lohi was beaten and penniless when he got to the village, luckily he ran into Aífe whose kindness didn’t know limits. Aífe helped D’lohi, she feed him and nursed him back to health and to repay her kindness D’lohi decided to stay and work for her. Aífe own diner so having D’lohi to help around was great. As the years passed they got to know each other and fell in love, from their love a beautiful child was born. Years later when F’lohi was 11 years old, the Garlean Empire invaded the region and killed anyone who refused to joined them or anyone who wouldn’t be of used to them. Miqotes are considered fun to kill as they don’t have use for them. Faye’s father was killed on sight and his mother died protecting Faye after refusing to join the empire. Faye was beaten and left for dead in a pile of bodies along with his parents. A member of D’lohi’s former clan saved him. Hunting parties heard the commotion and hid or ran away, but the current Nunh decided to help Faye and for a while he gave him a home. When Faye turned 20 he was to challenge R’atoh Nunh, his adoptive parent to which he was against so he decided to leave the clan just how his father did. F’lohi made a life of his own and changed his name to Faye which was the one his father chose for him.

20’s:

Faye became an adventurer and lived in the streets for a while. At the young age of 22 he became an elite adventurer in the guild and through some connections he discovered the Ala Mhigan Resistance. From there Faye decided to fight for his home, for his parents no matter the cost.

30’s:

Faye achieved his dream and became a diner owner like his mother. He gathered a lot of recipes from all around Eorzea and traded recipes with other travelers. Studied a lot of different things from battle tactics, alchemy, to cooking techniques everything was useful and everything had a purpose. After years of hiding his pain his mask began to crack that which he sealed away began to knock at sanity’s door. He met two young boys that in a way reminded him of his younger days, reckless, curious, and full of energy. The three of them got in trouble one day which resulted in Faye recklessly using a technique he never mastered. This ended messing with Faye’s aether making him a prisoner of his own mind. With the help of one of the boys Faye was able to wake up, but he had a lot to deal with as his past traumas played a role in this situation. The situation compromised some things and he had to move. He decided to move to Thanalan where he met the love of his life.

[noodlyfun-blog]

Omens: First Night, Last Moon

Content Warnings: Gore, dismemberment, spooky?

The Viera sat in her chair, her long legs lined in fishnets, amidst the sea of grievers. Rows upon rows of grievers sat in front and behind her and lines upon lines of grievers sat at her sides; each griever’s chair pointed to her own. Alaria had no eyes for them though; not for their long purple robes and shiny porcelain masks, each painted in the face of The Mistress, and their curled blonde wigs. They had eyes for her but the Viera faced forward to the front and gazed at the open casket, with purple flowers like octopus tentacles flowing out of it, with Her laying there peacefully. The Mistress laid there dead but full of all the color she had in her life unlike the pale masks with painted eyes that leered at Alaria.

Alaria rose to her feet and strode down the rows, chairs screeching as they turned to follow the Viera on her way forward but the grievers were still. Though the rows of chairs seemed infinite, she quickly found herself standing atop the platform and in front of the casket. The Mistress’ eyes lifelessly glared, a face she had often made when she was living, at the Viera. Alaria couldn’t believe the audacity this bitch had at being dead.

The Viera didn’t know when it had happened but she straddled the corpse, hands tightly strangling its cold neck. She was screaming words but didn’t recognize them. Her eyes were fire and her arms began ripping. First it was the purple robe. Alaria ripped and tore at it, letting its fabric fly away. Then it was the dead skin, stripped from the torso like pale ribbons. Then the Viera just plunged her hand right through the corpse’s chest, reaching for a heart or something she could rip out  but Alaria found neither heart nor satisfaction in this; it wasn’t satisfying if she couldn’t do this to Her when She was alive. 

There was no point in this. The Viera pushed herself off the body and back onto the platform. She gazed out into the Grievers, all of them faced forward to her but they sat there emotionless with their porcelain masks. She turned back to the body. The hair had turned green. The ears had grown. She only saw herself, stripped and ripped, laying dead in a coffin. 

The empty hole in the chest squirmed. Alaria leaned in to see if organs had magically grown inside. Fingers reached out of it, pale white with no nail, probing their way out. The hand followed, impossibly smooth and white.Alaria took a step back as now an arm burst from the hole, reaching infinitely into the sky. She turned tail and ran into the endless sea of chairs as hundreds of arms ripped their way out of the corpse and into the sky.

The grievers flopped out of their chairs in front of the Viera forcing her to climb and run atop them. The endlessly long arms, like twisting and turning tendrils, spiraled toward her. There was nowhere for her to run; there were always more chairs, always more grievers to fall in front of her. But she couldn’t look back and pressed on and on and on. 

More arms came now from in front of her. She tried to dodge one but two more had grabbed her own arms. They lifted her into the air and one from behind slammed its way through her chest. That hand was not empty. She saw her own heart resting inside its grip and the grip tightened, squeezing it into juice. All the tendril arms grabbed a limb and pulled the Viera apart as she screamed.

Alaria shot up from her bunk coughing into her hand. She gazed down at her chest, it was still intact. Her hand was wet though. Alaria saw blood. Damn. She pushed herself out of the bed, shaky on her feet, and made her way to the deck. The moon was a pure black void in its newness. Captain Gugo, his green hair completely a mess but his eyes awake, was already there looking up to the cloudless sky.

“Can’t sleep Alaria?” The Captain asked casually. He hadn’t really turned toward her; it had come quite common for the two to find each other on the deck late at night. When she didn’t answer he tilted his head toward her and his eyes went wide at the sight of blood on her hands. “The fuck?! Did you get stabbed?”

“No..” Long pale hands twisted their way out of the void from the black moon. Alaria closed her eyes and shook her head. She opened them to the normal new moon looming overhead. “I think it might be time for me to go back though.”

“Well, we can have you back home in a moon’s time. It’ll be sad to see you go though.” The two gazed at the sky. A porcelain face peered down at the Viera.

[charlottedabookworm]

I am ready

[charlottedabookworm]

lol somehow I hadn’t heard that the rising quest was basically asking you to become the tutorial npc from the start of the game for a day

[charlottedabookworm]

my favourite part about DRK is hitting Living Shadow like ‘and with this ogcd i summon Fray from the graveyard to harness the power of the shadow realm!’

[charlottedabookworm]

pfft, poor hermes

[charlottedabookworm]

nice to know we got into just as much shit as azem as we do now

[charlottedabookworm]

a boon, right

[charlottedabookworm]

...g’raha is so good at soothing the people in the bazaar at radz-at-han, the ones who saw the rampage, who heard their fellows screams and beasts take their place, and-

and all i can think about is how many times did he do this in the crystarium, how many times did he comfort the survivers of sin eater attacks, how many times did he soothe those who had watched a loved one turn to those with the Touch?

[charlottedabookworm]

Elidibus?

[charlottedabookworm]

okay but the tradegy of matsya running to safety with the babe of his dead friends cradled in his arms as he fights not to give into fear in a terrifying situation and he just-

that could have ended so badly

[charlottedabookworm]

on one hand, i appreciate that they've sorted out the ilvl cheesing so you actually have a chance of getting something other than crystal tower on alliance roulettes

on the other hand, the sheer horror i felt when the instance loaded in around me and i'm staring at Tower at Paradigm's Breach, a raid i have done all of once and didn't enjoy then, is indescribable

[charlottedabookworm]

lahabrea: this crystal amplified my wifes desires to discover until she decided to experiment on our son

also lahabrea: after i’ve been forced to kill her, i shall keep this crystal on me and this will be fine

[charlottedabookworm]

my twitter feed is just full of people going ‘we sacrificed bozja/eureka for this, i hope you’re happy’ and like. am i happy the next relic stage is tomestone only? no

but as someone who only hit level cap three months before endwalkers release and was told ‘do bozja it’s great’

i hated it

it was slow, it was boring, and it was fucking empty

cos that’s the thing. everyone had had months in the first area already, they’d moved on, they were all in the second area. i never saw more than 20 people in the first half of the first area, which i never got past despite sinking a good few hours into it, because everything took so long

bozja is designed to be played by a mass of players. it isn’t designed to be done solo

but when it isn’t on-content anymore, that’s essentially your only option. unless you have an fc mate who is specifically collecting field notes or smth, there’s no reason for them to go back to first area bozja

an di tried to like it. i did. because what i saw of the story- i tried

bur bozja (and eureka, tho eureka is apparently bettee) isn’t designed for people who come in really late

apparently numbers picked up a lot during endwalker release cos people were levelling but like- again. that was in rhe second area afaik

bozja and eureka are great for what they are. they’re also pretty damn inaccessible after an expansion is mostly finished, unless you’re willing to sink literally twice the time in as it would take if you were in a party

so yeah, i’m not exactly upset that we don’t have a bozja/eureka equivalent this time. but i do want a proper dungeon/fate grind for the next step, not just tossing 1500 tomestones at my weapon every four months and going ‘cool that’s done’

[charlottedabookworm]

so that’s that then

they go back to amaurot and hermes accepts the seat of fandaniel. then, who knows how long after, they begin to hear the earth scream. it starts in the places that the celestial currents are weakest, their very magicks turning against them, and the Fourteen cannot determine any other cause

Fandaniel does not even consider any other energy outside of aether, because as far as he remembers Meteion is dead

and then- sacrifice upon sacrifice upon sacrifice until the very world is sundered (even though, because, Venat remembers) and a hero from a distant time will come to learn, to try and save their world

they will solve the mystery, will come so very close to saving Eithirys, and then it will matter not. Eithirys will fall

i told you, this was always a tragedy in the making