#ffxiv patch 4.3

[eemamminy-art]

He was so real for this...

Also, yearn? 😳

[fisherrprince]

again. AGAIN!!! This time everyone worries quite a lot

••

Nothing of note had happened. 

Or at least, Alisaie didn’t think anything of note had or was currently happening, she mostly thought things like “I’m glad I don’t have to deal with whatever this Hancock fellow is talking about now” and “How much Gil would it take to ship this back to Sharlyan?” and “By the Twelve, there is no way dignitaries can talk for this long” and things of the sort.

Until, of course, she notices that her brother is not among the long-chattering crowd currently taking up most of the East Aldenaard Trading Company office, like she thought. In fact, he hasn’t spoken in minutes, which is firstly unusual. He instead grasps her hand to arrest her attention and tugs, eyes straight forward. 

“Alisaie,” Alphinaud says tightly, “We need to go outside.”

“What? Why?”

“Please.”

Alisaie frowns. Her brother does not say “please” to her that way. “Alright. Should I leave the bags here or take them?”

“Leave. Or — i-it doesn’t matter. Either.” 

He keeps a tight hand on his, so copying the notion Alisaie brings the goods she’s procured from the Ruby Bazaar as a useful excuse for why they leave so quickly. She throws a quick “Be right back!” at Tataru, and allows her brother to escape the office and take, instead of leaving the area entirely — which probably rules out an attack or something, seeing as he also didn’t try to get Tataru to come with? Or anyone else — take a sharp right at the stairs and nearly collapse directly on the damp grass underneath the porch and out of sight. 

Alisaie’s ears flatten against her head as a sudden spike of fear hits her right in the chest and sinks there. She drops her bags and darts under the porch to press her hand against his forehead. “Are you alright?! What’s wrong? Alphinaud?”

“Fine! Fine,” he says, righting himself — then leaning against the foundation, trying to find something even slightly comfortable. He pulls his knees in. “Just need— I,” he sucks in a tight breath. 

“Should— should I send for someone?”

Alphinaud shakes his head violently. He’s given up on speaking, wholly focused on taking heavy, short breaths curled up against the rock. Something is wrong, though, not fine, he’s acting like he’s sick or injured or, something, or,

Alisaie wants to call for someone anyways. Ch’ari is not here, off doing errands on completely different continents. Maybe Tataru would know what to do — she’s always been resourceful, and she’d peel away from the conversation in an instant if she told her. Stubbornness is a family trait, he could be hurt. But should she leave him? What if — she almost hits her head on the underside of the porch — what if something happens? She should have kept her linkpearl, Garlean intercession be damned—

Alphinaud grasps at her, vaguely, arm still tight to his side. She abandons her train of thought and darts in next to him, as if they were children under a blanket after lights had gone out, huddling under a porch. 

“Five minutes,” Alphinaud whispers, with no less than all the voice he can muster. 

Alisaie doesn’t like this. “Okay. If you do not recover in five minutes, I’m getting Tataru.”

A tiny nod, and he puts his hands atop his head and becomes a tight ball. Alisaie really doesn’t like this. 

Waiting, that is. Waiting around for something to stop. Or get better. Waiting is for people with no plan, with no solution, and she needs a plan. It is not a good five minutes, listening to her brother wheeze through his teeth as if strangled and trying not to skip seconds on her watch and feeling as if maybe there are ants on this grass (there are none).

But true to his word, as he always is, Alphinaud’s breathing slows, and calms, slowly, and he pulls his head off of his knees and leans backwards to take in the cool night air of Kugane. 

“…Are you alright?” Alisaie asks, once she has studied him for a reaction. 

“Mm-hm.”

“What was that?”

Her brother chances a thin look in her direction, his expression doing a funny jolt between relieved and worried at her own, and then seemingly getting too worked up and looking away again to breathe correctly. She must look like a timid mouse. And it’s only in the shelter of the porch that she admits she feels like one. 

“I’m sorry,” Alphinaud starts. “I didn’t… mean to scare you.”

“You would have scared me less had I known you weren’t dying. …Right? You’re not, right?”

“No, no, I promise. No dying. Just…” He takes breaks to make sure he’s still breathing. “Sick. For a moment.”

“How?”

Alphinaud takes his head off the rocky foundation and begins to fiddle with his gloves. At least this is a sign of normalcy, something that makes Alisaie adjust her own position — she hadn’t realized how tense she was — to listen. 

“I’m… sure there’s another word for it. But Ari calls it memory sickness.”

Alisaie’s eyebrows furrow, but she lets him continue. “He explained… how did he say it. That if something bad happens, sometimes the memory that contains that event — or, an object from the event, or something of that nature, can become tainted. And it can fester, if it isn’t paid attention to, so when the memory resurfaces, it can… You can get sick.”

“From a memory? How?” Then, “…Has something happened?”

Alphinaud shifts uncomfortably. He hasn’t — Alisaie realizes, he has only told her an abridged version of whatever he was up to in Ishgard, whatever explained his drastic shift in personality. It hadn’t bothered her before, quite the opposite actually she was very pleased and a bit smug and a bit proud and a bit worried, because her own shift from flat anger to full purpose was… riddled with events she would rather not recall, but now she’s more than a bit worried. 

“Nothing I am able to discern fully,” he lies. She frowns, and almost chases it, but she can still feel his breathing against the side of her chest, so… she will let it go until she’s certain he’s no longer ill. And if it comes from a memory, further prodding may hurt more than help. She will remember it, though. “What is it like, then?”

His head tilts into his hand. ��Ari says for him it is more like he thinks he’s inside it, and he can’t get it to stop. The memory is so strong he feels sensations that are not real. But, um— he’s figured out how to feel the memory hit him. So he knows to leave before it makes him sick and he can recover in private. That is why he disappears with no explanation, at times. For me… I don’t know. I cannot tell what is causing it, nor can I think of any specific memory that has fouled. Mayhap I need to pay more attention. But I just become ill like this, as if I were in battle. And then it passes. Eventually.”

Alisaie buries her own chin in hand, sorting through this. “Does it happen immediately?”

“I don’t think so? It builds. That is probably why I can’t pin down what causes it. It has only occurred twice,” Alphinaud admits, quietly. 

“Well. What happened today? Mayhap you can narrow it down. We’ve been gathering souvenirs and repairs for the past hours,” Alisaie begins, stronger now that there’s something solid to puzzle out. 

“Dinner was par for the course, Ch’ari took the entire teapot for himself yet again and the food was wonderful. Those dignitaries inside were quite dismissive, and rather crowded in there. The Bazaar was busy as well — there was that man who tried to sell you a necklace thinking you were me. He was altogether too handsy and I should have kicked him for it. Should I have kicked him for it?”

“No,” Alphinaud says, a weak laugh behind the words. “No, violence is disallowed, remember? I value my sister over petty revenge.”

“We have evaded capture once, we could do it again,” Alisaie sniffs. “But that is not what bothered you?”

Alphinaud drops his chin onto his knees again. “Any number of things could have caused it. Maybe all.”

“Oh.” Her ears lower. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure how to help.”

“You are helping. Very much. And I greatly appreciate you being here with me, even if I pulled us out of the office without explaining.”

Alisaie leans herself against him, short and forceful. “If you think I’d abandon my dying brother, you’ve lost it entirely.”

“I am not dying,” Alphinaud snorts. “I am, however… a bit damp, now. And not bereft of embarrassment.”

Alisaie notices, finally, that the wet grass has soaked through her coattails and into her skirt somewhat. “Ah.” Alphinaud, too, must have a damp patch down his back and legs from his position against the ground. “Well, there is no shame in staying out a bit longer. Tataru won’t come for us for at least twenty minutes.” 

She stands, brushing dew and grass off of herself. “Come on, then.”

Alphinaud takes her hand and heaves himself up, nearly hitting his head on the porch. “We can walk a moment.”

••

“Ch’ari.”

The Miqo’te tilts his head in her direction, indicating that he’s listening. Alisaie tries not to let her breath in shudder. 

“When you spoke to Alphinaud about his memory sickness, what did you tell him?”

Ch’ari, ever perceptive, gets to the point she was trying not to dodge around with a concerned tail twitch. “Do you feel sick?”

“No.” 

He tilts his head the other way and studies her. She folds her arms and looks up at him, normally as possible, the Doman morning just cold enough to seep through the bones. 

Ch’ari knows, he knows she’s overly worried, and he’s not good at hiding how much he wants to do something about it. But how could you not be? And how is Hien so calm? If your brother went wholly missing not only in Garlean territory but in the middle of a wasteland of nothingness, with no one but himself and maybe — she doesn’t fully trust Maxima, they don’t know him — maybe one ally, maybe none, hunted down by the crown prince who doesn’t stop even without an Ascian in his skin Zenos doesn’t stop hunting until his quarry is dead or — she needs to stop thinking in front of Ch’ari. 

Said cat folds his arms and hums. “Your brother has about as much courage as he does fear of simple things. When I explained it to him, he mentioned that it was not entirely fear that caused him to fall apart, it was mostly a sense of wrongness.” He gestures with one claw. “It happens without your consent. It isn’t a sign of weakness to be beset upon by illness such as this.”

“I never said it was,” Alisaie says, becoming very interested in her sleeve. “I just… Want to know how he got rid of it so quickly. My brother is on my mind, if you were unaware.”

At least the attempt at humor causes Ch’ari‘s shoulders to relax, a half-smile causing a fang to poke out from under his lip. “I couldn’t tell.”  

He considers his words for but a moment. “Nali taught me a sequence. Firstly, you must recognize what your soul wants to do. Run and hide? Fight? Then, you must let it, but not let it at your objective. Give it a false target to exhaust itself on. For example — I often think I must either fight or hide. And so I have a terribly battered training dummy in my apartment that I allow myself to hurt.” He stops, and waits. For her. 

Alisaie plays along, at least for now. The walkthrough is more important than her posturing, and so she considers it. And after considering, she concludes that it is decidedly not that specific. She feels antsy, like moving, like yelling for someone to fix it. Like stealing a falcon and searching herself. As if her soul is beginning to shiver. “I… I don’t know. I just want to go after him before something happens.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try running.”

“Right. Doma is big enough.”

“I’ll accompany you, then.” Ch’ari straightens, casting his lance into the impossibly deep fist-sized pocket bag he carries around his waist. Where he got the thing, Alisaie never figured out. “But, before— before we go, another word of advice. Sometimes, despite preventing it, you will get sick anyways.” He gently pokes her in the shoulder. “Like anything else. No matter the medicine, if you have the stomach flu, you might still vomit.”

“Gross.”

“Very. If you do get sick, all you need do is sit and wait. Breathe slowly. Do not focus on anything else. And it will pass soon enough.”

“Hmm.” More waiting. Taking laps sounds like a better option by the second. Alisaie remembers sitting with Alphinaud, however - the way his chest heaved in place and his shivers that passed him in waves. There is likely wisdom in staying still, at that point. She hopes she never experiences it. She hopes he’s not sick. Anything could have happened. Maxima could not possibly know all of this, could he? 

Like reading her mind, Ch’ari pulls out a pair of daggers and closes his bag. “I am proud of you for holding it together,” he mentions, affixing them to his belt. “With Alphinaud’s temperament and your rather knightly tendencies, I half feared you’d be gone already.”

She exhales, focusing instead on lacing her boots. “Yes, well. I have always been less prone to illness than he is.”

“Full glass am I for that. Not that I dislike caring for — well. I’m just glad you’re alright. If we keep our heads on, we will find him soon enough. Shall we race?”

“Where?”

“Mmm. How about that tree?” He points — they have not explored much of the Doman enclave’s surroundings as of yet, and the tree in question rests on a high hill far in the distance. Plenty far to wear herself out. 

“Deal.” She takes off. 

(“Are you feeling any better?”

“No. But… less antsy, I suppose.”

“Good! Good.”)

•• authors note i suppose?? — Ari is conflating a number of mental illnesses, including PTSD and anxiety, all of which share the vague symptom “freak out and shut down due to a trigger of some kind”. I can’t imagine a nomadic tribe or a band of pirates has devoted the resources to mental health, and while I’m sure Sharlyan has picked the topic apart in full, I’m less sure they have a robust and considerate education program about it. Nanali, at least, comes from a large family with chronicled history, and taught Ari the term “memory sickness”. 

I also don’t headcanon Alphy as having anxiety — you can have a panic attack or something similar without having a panic disorder, hence the nomenclature, and when you do, it’s probably a good idea to take the advice of the ones who have them often. He had a bad one early-hw, which scared him half to death and prompted Ari to open up about it. This time it was, like, almost random, but a few too many things happened too fast, and he should have sat down twenty minutes ago but didn’t recognize the warning bells. Alisaie either! She just needs to recognize when she’s starting to get overwhelmed, and already has the “go fast” coping method, but can apply in the short term too in maybe a slightly healthier way. They’re such worried little raccoons and I can’t blame them, not when they’re 16 and they hang out with Me, but auough. Help the

[vampirenextdoor]

Going through Stormblood 4.1-4.5 on my Duty Support changes alt and this stopped me in my tracks.

I'm sure back when this was current the internet exploded with Thancred is canonically a foot guy when taken out of context. We absolutely love that for him. LOL

[alicesadventuresinffxiv]

Telling "The First Step" as Background NPCs

One of the interesting quirks of the FC I'm in is that we often help a Youtube Let's Player record his FFXIV videos. Last year is when he did the Stormblood patches, and when I and a dozen friends got together for a special project!

Since the Lodestone short story "The First Step" would otherwise not be in the Let's Play (nor would the SMN 80 quest) we wanted to convey the plot beats of that story in another way. Specifically, we designed a handful of "scenes" that the Let's Player would naturally run across as he progressed the 4.x MSQ.

The goal was to make it look as though "Arenvald," "Fordola," and the rest of our cast were overworld background NPCs who changed position after every patch, much like the B-Team Scions do in the Rising Stones!

Our first scene could be found in Rhalgr's Reach at the tail end of 4.3. Here, Fordola and a few other Garlean prisoners are being conscripted into the Ala Mhigan Resistance. The idea was Raubahn’s, so Arenvald and Pipin are on hand to pass along the details as various Resistance and Alliance soldiers chat and train nearby.

(Credit to @halcyonlioness - here playing a Meteor-lookalike Garlean prisoner - for the first screenshot!)

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Come 4.4, this same mix of soldiers could be seen early on in Ala Mhigo. The Resistance and the Alliance are collaborating on something, it appears...

(This screenshot by @shepspencil, with his character Anri as an Immortal Flames soldier! You can also see the Let's Player's Lalafell samurai in the background, where Alisaie and Thancred would appear for a quest at this point in the MSQ.)

Later in the same patch, more "NPCs" could be found by approaching the steps to the Royal Palace. Here, Fordola and Arenvald are being introduced to the Immortal Flames' Summoner squadron from the SMN 60-70 quests:

(More screenshots by @halcyonlioness!)

Of course, in the real short story, the scene where Fordola meets the summoners actually takes place outside Forgotten Springs. But the Let's Player wasn't going to pass through a random ARR village, so we picked a different location… albeit one that required getting our alts through a good chunk of the MSQ. It was quite the journey!

(Double Pipin shot by Pipin's player, who is a delight but does not have a tumblr!)

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By the 4.5(6) MSQ, things might be looking dire for the Warrior of Light, but our "background NPCs" managed to defeat Ifrit offscreen, so they could be found celebrating in the Seventh Heaven bar...

And what a celebration it is! A few people were called away for Savage raiding important military errands throughout the day 😉, and we also had some random other players go AFK in the middle of the Rising Stones. As a result, the tableau actually evolved quite a bit as the Let's Player ran in and out a few times for the patch quests.

Here's where we ended up by the finale!

Some fun little details I’d like to highlight (with thanks to @halcyonlioness once again for all these screenshots):

-The summoners and the thaumaturge are all using Ifrit weapon drops now, and Crispin has his Ifrit-egi out to further emphasize the point of what we were up to.

-The Resistance thaumaturge was wounded in the fight and saved by Fordola, so she and Pipin are checking up on him again here.

All in all, it was an extremely fun creative challenge to "adapt" a written story to this unusual storytelling format. It was also quite an intense undertaking to organize! Even before the actual Let's Play recordings, we had weeks of rehearsals where we worked together to come up with our "stage blocking" and determine when in the MSQ each scene would be visible.

Ultimately, while I might have been the instigator of these shenanigans, I couldn't have pulled any of it off without such an awesome and talented cast.

Some of whom are also on tumblr! In addition to @halcyonlioness (Hyal) and @shepspencil (Anri), I'd like to shout out @darquingdragon (Arenvald) and @newsiesgirl (Alexia)! Thanks for putting up with my wild ideas. :)

As for me, I haven't done a project this involved before or since... but who knows what the future might bring?

[happypotato48]

Shuffle your on-repeat playlist and then list the first ten songs!*

*any playlist on any platform will do!

Tagged by @bengiyo and @wen-kexing-apologist, hope you like video games and anime ost.

Just Come Home with Me Tonight - Joesef. Sad queer boy singing about being in love with his straight friend. yeah i've been there. Joesef is where i go when i'm too sad and gay to function.

World Of Warcraft Warlords of Draenor - Malach. i only played wow for only like 4 months but this song always stuck with me.

INU-HIME - QUEEN BEE. i only discovered this band last year and i'm been so obsessed. they're very queer and very cool. trigger warning for slight gore in the music video.

American Teenager - Ethel Cain. mother cain herself. i loved her music, i'm not a religious person but i always felt like going on a spiritual journey whenever i listened to preacher's daughter.

The One Who Bestowed Sacred Flame - Octopath Traveler: Champions of the Continent. never actually played COTC cause it's a moblie spin-off. but i love octopath ost very much.

One Last Kiss - Utada Hikaru. i'm not that into evangelion i'm just here for Utada Hikaru.

Tobitatsu Hato - Detective Conan The Last Wizard Of The Century. if i going to have a westernish wedding this song is probably the one i want for my walk down the aisle.

Kill Bill - SZA. thank fucking god! now i'm not looking like a total nerd >.<

A Mother's Pride - STORMBLOOD: FINAL FANTASY XIV Original Soundtrack. I can be so not normal about this song and its thematic. but since i have some people followed me who still going through ffxiv story, i'm not going to say much but when you're finished with 4.3 just look up the songs titles of that patch Trial and then comeback to absorb the yanxia day and night themes.

ฝืนตัวเองไม่เป็น - NONT TANONT. finally a thai song 😅so i'm been listening to Nont and Jeff Satur a lot lately, they're freaking smooth and so pretty. i love thai men, we are such an eye candies, me included, winks winks.

You see this you're tag if you want to :P

[silverdragon128]

It always hurts seeing people discuss FFXIV’s expansions because so often they cite Stormblood as their least favorite. Stormblood is the expansion where I actually started enjoying the story and writing of the game. The Far East portion of Stormblood and the whole of patch 4.1’s MSQ are some of my favorite stories in the game (I’ve gotten up through 4.3, and had to take a break because the friend I’ve been playing with hasn’t been able to play recently), the only competitors are the Coils Of Bahamut, patch 3.4, and the Omega raid series (up until Alpha, haven’t done Alpha yet). Heavensward was good, but the dialogue was very stilted and the story struggled in more than a few places… and don’t even get me started on ARR’s writing. Idk, maybe I have bad taste. It’s just, like, Alisae, Lyse, Gosetsu, Hein… they’re all so fleshed out with their own cohesive stories (don’t get me started on how 4.2 and 4.3 attempts to sabotage so much of that). Like, the character narratives in Stormblood are 300x stronger than those in Heavensward, and the narrative focus serves the story well. Both ARR and Heavensward (to a lesser degree) suffer from some narrative meander. In Stormblood you have one goal, and by the end of the expansion you’ve achieved that goal. But the story still evolves while focusing on it. That’s why they have so much time to explore the characters. Idk, it makes me a little worried for Shadowbringers, if it’s writing is more like Heavensward’s I’m just not sure how into it I’ll be. Though I have heard it’s written by the same person that’s written my favorite stories in the game so far, so there’s definitely still hope

[currymaker]

my ffxiv vendetta is the longest held grudge with a videos game stretching back to patch 4.3 exactly

[semi-imaginary-place]

ffxiv 4.3

yugiri was so concerned yotsuyu was faking it she didn't consider the 3rd option that she might regain her memory. wait no, she left for persimmons for gosetsu. but she's going to namai this isn't going to end well.

stormblood and going pretty strong on the anti kill. all the major antagonists are still alive.

that mirror is bad news. well i did get spoiled on the trial.

if we want her to keep from running away maybe tell the boatman not to let her through.

ah so asahi's scheme did work, she just faked it to ruin his plan. love it.

we're giving the confederacy free recruits. what if they don't want to be pirates.

alphy is hiding something, he's so bad at this. the question is why.

the prisoner exchang is happening inside the castrum???? terrible idea. these usually happen on neutral ground I'd say kugane but kugane would kick us all out. why not just on the beach.

i think i pieced together yotsuyu's story? abused as a kid parents sold her to an abusive husnad basically. husband died or did she kill him? then dad sold her to a brothel.

so the mirror acted as some sort of foci for aether. the sun moon symbolism has been good. hien's been compared to the sun and yostuyu to the moon, its in the patch and quest names and in the dialogue. What's interesting is that a lot of traditional Japanese folk religion dieties are ambiguously gendered like I've seen Tsukiyomi interpreted as male or Ameterasu is often referred to as the mother goddess of Japan. But then you have the heavy Chinese influence on Japanese culture and in Chinese Culture (Daoism) the sun (yang) is masculine and the moon (ying) is feminine. and its the chinese influence that we mostly see in these quests with yotsuyu being emotional and sensitive and feminine and associated with the moon.

really love tsukiyomi's design. might be my favorite boss design so far. lots of good moon imagery. one half of the kimono is a white moon flower the same one yotsuyu had in her hair ornament, the other half i think is another nocturnal blooming flower but im not sure. she had the rabbit ears. the backlighting to the eclipse. i died like 4 times because i did not understand the mechanics but really cool fight

whoever is doing the jp voice acting for asahi has got to be having so much fun. oh damn when asahi breaks he starts using ore.

hey asahi what was that about making sure to finish the job and making sure yotsuyu was actually dead.

localization missed that asahi was specifically the first doman she swore to kill.

so peace talks are back where we started but we got the conscripts back, not terrible all things considered.

wait i said clone theory but what if its an ascian puppetting the corpse.

alphinaud that is profoundly stupid going to the imperial capital alone. you have no escape route. they could jail you on any excuse and that'd be the end.

I'm worried if gosetsu is well enough to travel health wise

elezenos lol. he gets a second chance and of course he's learned absolutely not a goddam thing. yup ascian.

stormblood really is the expansion of can't let anyone die... ew they really brought back gaius... such a bad decision. for one its disrespectful as hell to the arr writers, they clearly meant to wrap up that storyline. gaius's storyline was meant to end there so bringing him back here is a disservice to that story. second as a matter of storytelling if you keep bringing back characters it cheapens death. ffxiv has made a big thematic deal about loss and "foR thOSe we HAve loST and fOR Those wE CAN yet sAve" and this is shooting that in the foot. third is i don't like gaius. i did get spoiled on this but you can't trust twitter spoilers so i was REALLY hoping that with was some delusional wistful thinking cooked up by the gaius fans.

doman restoration! did the writers forget that reverents toll didn't want the domans in 2.x? well i mean i think the writers also forgot that most of them are also shinobi like the made a point of emphasizing that a lot of the domans are combat ready shinobi by deploying them to garlemald or having them involved in 2.5's events but then 4.0 happens and the writers forget to include them in the assault of doma castle or the general ousting of garelans from yanxia? weird. like originally i assumed they were there even if not specifically mentioned. but here in 4.x patches its specifically said that no they've been in eorzea that whole time. weird plot hole. also weren't they from some hidden ninja village with peach trees.

yotsuyu, zenos, foldora (and gaius ug) all got 2nd chances.

wait a moment. if asahi's meeting with zenos durign the doman uprising was the first time zenos picked up a katana and black smith dude says that the uprising happened a year ago that means that zenos has been beating up everyone with a weapon he's only been using for a year. well that puts him on par with the player character who has only picked up their job in about that amount of time.

edit: update on the doman restoration. you can clearly tell that the writing teams were switched out because the writers forgot that the doman refugees were established as from a mountain ninja village in yanxia during 2.x. whereas the sotrmblood writers think that they were from the city of doma. Like I get them helping out but its weird that they wouldn't return to their ancestral village especially after the emphasis on like how much they missed the scent of the peach trees in flower and such. well i think they removed those quests but my point still stands

[lumikatdraws]

"Shall I use this chance to repent for my sins?  Embrace goodness and mediocrity?  Nay, I think not.  While the one I yearn to face yet lives, the hunt must go on."

Mmmmhmmm whatever you say sweetie.  All I heard is “later nerds I’m gonna go stalk my crush.”

[invisiblebounds-ffxiv]

PATCH 4.3—UNDER THE MOONLIGHT SPECIAL SITE UPDATED

New Mounts

New Hairstyle

New Emotes

New Minions

[sequoiaofeorzea]

Gentlemen, your wishes have been granted.

[foxlike-ffxiv]

FFXIV - Ramza bas Lexentale | Glare

[larryzaur-blog]

I reveal all secrets about the Patch 4.3 live letter

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

Ivalice for a smol summoner so far

Cut for spoilers

Riven is a fucking mother of four and she’s just like ‘Boi...’

[baidar-oroq]

“I would rather not do this, Tsukuyomi. Tsuyu deserved better. So did Gosetsu.” Baidar Oroq sighs as he hefts his weapon, preparing to bound into combat with the eikon. “Seems like neither of us have a choice. So be it.”

Reluctance set aside, the Warrior of Light, the Blood Dragon, leaps into yet another war.

[voidsentprinces]

Alternative prediction for Patch 5.3