#legionarius

[historical-kitten]

My attempt to 3D print Jedtavius based on existing files on thingiverse because I am not talented enough to build my own. 😭

Anyone ever specifically designs them, please let me know!

These designs DO NOT belong to me. The cowboy is by Amforma and the Roman by thecardbazaar.

Unfortunately they would both be better either scaled way up or printed with a resin printer.

[trustinsighters]

Dungeon Dialogue: The Great Gubal Library

School of Phantasmagoria #1 (X: 3.8, Y: 11.2) - Starting the search for Master Matoya’s tome

Y’shtola: Pray lead the way. 　↳ Pero Roggo: With pleasure, ribbit!

School of Phantasmagoria #2 from (X: 6.9, Y: 10.0) to (X: 9.7, Y: 11.0) - Books on Garlean Hierarchy

Y’shtola: Even at a glance, I see many interesting tomes. 　↳ Alphinaud: 'Tis a pity they had to be abandoned. On Garlean Hierarchy Volume 1: The rise of the Garlean Empire in the Year 1522 of the Sixth Astral Era led to significant changes in the structure of Garlean society. This is most evident in the adoption of titles which serve to indicate an individual's place within the social hierarchy. The following information was compiled with the aid of informants within the Empire and has yet to be verified: Royalty: Zos - The emperor; Yae - Member of the royal family in the line of succession; Wir - Member of the royal family with no claim to the throne. Military: Van - Legatus; Tol - Tribunus laticlavius; Sas - Tribunus angusticlavius or Praefectus castrorum; Rem - Primus pilus or Pilus prior; Quo - Primi ordines or Centurion; Pyr - Optio, Tesserarius, or Decurion; Oen - Duplicarius or Legionarius. Specialists: Nan - Chief engineer or engineer; Mal - Primus medicus or senior magitek technician; Lux - Chief medicus or magitek technician; Kir - Senior medicus or senior technician; Jen - Medicus or technician. On Garlean Hierarchy Volume 2: Public Officials: Iyl - Dictator or Princeps senatus; Het - Consul, Praetor, Tribunus plebis, Aedilis, or Quaestor; Goe - Censor; Fae - Unknown; Eir - Unknown; Dus - Lictor. This hierarchy extends to the general populace as well, though it is far less complex. The majority of citizens bear the “Bas” title, and there is a smaller group which appears to be comprised of respected artisans who have adopted the “Cen” title. The “Aan” title is bestowed upon the peoples of annexed territories and indicates that they lack even the most basic rights afforded to a citizen. However, many Garleans view this as an opportunity rather than a condemnation, as citizenship may be granted to those who have demonstrated exceptional skills, as well as those who have contributed twenty or more years of military service.

First Boss, Before engaging (X: 10.8, Y: 11.2) - The Demon Tome

Alphinaud: Is that supposed to be a grimoire!? 　↳ Pero Roggo: Yes, but not the kind you want to read, ribbit.

First Boss, After defeating (X: 10.8, Y: 11.2) - The Demon Tome

Pero Roggo: Everyone hale and whole, ribbit? 　↳ Alphinaud: Thank goodness we weren't crushed...

Research Rooms #1 (X: 13.2, Y: 11.5) - Page 64

Pero Roggo: Watch out, ribbit! 　↳ Alphinaud: What a curious familiar...

Research Rooms #2 (X: 12.3, Y: 12.5) - Book on Aetherology

Essences and Permutations: Chapter I─The Six Nativities & Myriad Creation. The spark of Lightning ignites when it strikes, and thus Fire is born. The heat of Fire renders to ash all that it touches, and thus Earth is born. The density of Earth shuns sun and harbors cold, and thus Ice is born. The armor of Ice melts away, and thus Water is born. The moistness of Water mists and rises, and thus Wind is born. The gusts and sighs of Wind gather the clouds, and thus Lightning is born. Chapter II─The Three Conquests, Boundless and Unwavering. Earth grounds Lightning. Water erodes Earth. Lightning boils Water. Chapter III─The Three Submissions, Timeless and Unending. Fire is extinguished by Wind. Ice is melted by Fire. Wind is obstructed by Ice.

Research Rooms #3 (X: 13.1, Y: 12.6) - Treatise on the New World

Y’shtola: Is that a treatise on the New World I spy? 　↳ Alphinaud: Ah yes, I've read that one. I can recommend it. Over the Horizon: Though there is some debate as to whether or not Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn and her League of Lost Bastards were the first Eorzeans to discover the western continent, there is no denying that their navigational charts were instrumental in establishing the major trade routes of today. Moreover, the accounts from their expedition are widely regarded as both informative and entertaining. Of particular note is their first encounter with the Mamool Ja, as well as other indigenous peoples and creatures which seemed curiously intent on their demise. These travel journals have since inspired a legion of explorers and treasure hunters to retrace the League's journey. Yet in spite of their numbers, the existence of “a bleedin' city o' gold” remains unconfirmed...

Second Boss, Before engaging (X: 14.7, Y: 12.2) - Byblos

Pero Roggo: The entrance to the forbidden section is just ahead, ribbit. 　↳ Y’shtola: Which makes this fellow here the gatekeeper.

Second Boss, During the fight (X: 14.7, Y: 12.2) - Byblos

Byblos: Argh, it burns, it burns! Byblos: Argh, oil everywhere! You shall pay dearly, accursed mortals! Byblos: I am undone...but my master's seal is broken!

Second Boss, After defeating (X: 14.7, Y: 12.2) - Byblos

Alphinaud: I wouldn't have guessed it weak to fire. 　↳ Y’shtola: On account of being bound to a tome, I would assume.

School of Fantastics #1 (X: 16.3, Y: 9.4)

Alphinaud: An arcane entity that can summon familiars! 　↳ Y’shtola: The guardians of the forbidden section are a class apart.

School of Fantastics #2 from (X: 16.3, Y: 10.7) to (X: 16.3, Y: 9.7)

Y’shtola: Forbidden tomes can certainly assume many forms... 　↳ Pero Roggo: Master Matoya's tome is at the far end, ribbit. Leather-bound Diary #1: Beauty is ephemeral, but it needn't be. My lady Amandine knows this well, lovely creature that she is. Would that I could have the genuine article in my keeping...but alas, I shall have to settle for a pale imitation. The vessel is not quite up to my usual standards, but beggars can't be choosers, as they say. I washed and anointed it per the instructions, then secured it to the bed with chains─wouldn't want her to get ideas above her station, oh no! Gods, just the thought of it is enough to get my blood pumping! I can hardly wait to welcome my beloved succubus into this world! Leather-bound Diary #2: The tentacles...so many tentacles! And the sound of it writhing on the bed! Gods, just listening to it is agony! I've made a terrible mistake.

Third Boss, Before engaging (X: 11.2, Y: 11.7) - The Everliving Bibliotaph

Alphinaud: Yet another guardian... 　↳ Y’shtola: Did you ever doubt it? Come, let's finish this.

Third Boss, After defeating (X: 11.2, Y: 11.7) - The Everliving Bibliotaph

Y’shtola: Oh, for the time to pore over this collection... Alphinaud: Now then, where might Master Matoya's tome be? Pero Roggo: I can scarcely take another hop, ribbit...

The Great Gubal Library Dungeon Dialogue Infographic

[glowinggunmetal]

FFXIVWrite2024 - Day 19: Taken

Hands folded as Lucien sat in the small chair and stared at the - it was some manner of beast that pounded fists against the holding cell, yelled in strangled cries and begged; it wore a face that he had eaten dinner with for the past two turns but this was no longer Arturius kir Calvernus with the way it sobbed and broke down as the holding cell remained strong.

It spoke of singing. It spoke of breath-taking splendor that it needed to be beside.

Lucien stared at Calvernus' eyes and saw gold in them as he dragged breaking fingers down the containment cell walls and raged like a wild beast with barely any control or reason.

Lucien, a kir himself now, had worked with Calvernus since their joining the Sixth Legion and had heard about the man's wife and first-born. He had seen the painting that the kir carried against his heart as a ward when the engineers had begun work on the Tower of the Triad. Lucien was the assessor now, staring at Arturius with unbroken reverie.

They were being overrun, slowly, losing one or two engineers every few suns as sabotage weakened the containments and the imprisoned eikons tried to break free. Lucien stared and he watched for anything of the man who had been a reassuring mentor for the younger Garlean and the begging and pleading continued for the bells no matter how long Lucien waited. He needed to make his report, he needed to make the decision call, but he kept holding out hope…

His focus was so rapt that he missed the sound of approach and when he felt the prickle of presence enter his awareness the kir was on his feet and then snapping a startled salute to the armor-clad man who walked in - like the Legionarius themselves the engineers were fiercely loyal to Regula van Hydrus and Lucien shook the exhaustion, the shock from his form as he waited for the nod to relax his position.

"Assessment, kir Korbinius?"

Lucien hesitated and behind him the beast that had been a man screamed, begging for a goddess like he was a common animal. The scream ended in a sob as they both could hear Arturius sink to his knees, babbling about the beauty of a god he had never praised before in his short life. The moment stretched as Lucien kept his posture as still as he could manage though his shoulders sank as the engineer imprisoned continued to weep. "We could try the treatment. The medicus believes it could reduce the issue long enough."

Lucien felt the weight of the Legatus' study as he held silent after Lucien himself spoke, the air shifting as the helm moved and studied the man in the cell who slammed his whole body against the containing field. It held, the man burned and screamed, but he began to try again after rising to his feet, burned fabric not stopping him. "Your assessment, kir Korbinius?"

Of course the Legatus had noticed Lucien had avoided the answer, leaning on the fact most fell to hope as the horrors of the imprisoned Eikons became more and more apparent. His attention remained on the Legatus and his voice was lower, his tone almost apologetic. "kir Calvernus died two suns ago, sir, and there is nothing of him left to save."

van Hydrus didn't speak immediately but Lucien felt the weight of assessment and consideration. The air was rent with pleading and exaltation of beauty for a goddess imprisoned in a tower.

"See his wife notified by the end of the sun - communications have been repaired on the bridge." The judgement was swift and simple and Lucien saluted after it was declared, van Hydrus turning away from the engineer and starting to leave before he stopped. "You were with him when the breach happened, kir Korbinius."

"Yes, Legatus."

"Do you know why you were unaffected again?"

Silver eyes looked uneasily to the Allagan relay and workstation that the kir had been able to use effortlessly. "No, Legatus."

"Will you risk it again if I ask you, kir Korbinius?"

"Yes, Legatus." No hesitation from Lucien - and he knew that the third of the cells was failing, too.

"With me then. I have word we are about to receive guests bent on the containment ward." And as the Legatus moved Lucien took a moment then to pull out his pistol and put the beast to rights with a single shot to the temple before he followed on the heels of Regula van Hydrus.

[ordinum]

VIth legion engineer unit trust party.

architectus ordinum: aquilinus lux silvius.

a gun wielder with additional magitek weapons as support. favours the magitek bit and a replica-sized armoured weapon. from his position of engineer officer, he has come to possess and occasionally use a gunblade as well.

legionarius: tacitus oen urbicus.

a gladiator-style tank with a basic shortsword and lantern shield. he heads the party and takes damage first, but as commander, aquilinus is the true leader.

medicus: octavia jen corvinus.

utilises scientific garlean medicine to cure allies. slower than aetheric healing, but can be highly effective.

architectus: renatus jen amata.

also a gun wielder, he and aquilinus often switch roles - one focusing on magitek piloting with the other as a ranged firearm user. because the guns require reloading, covering for each other proves a helpful strategy in overcoming the inability to use automatic aetheric bullets.

[deportefree]

AB925 Camiseta Leone 1947 Técnica/ rashguard "Legionarius"

AB925 Camiseta Leone 1947 Técnica/ rashguard “Legionarius”

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[asmm-brett]

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[latinboxsports]

@guidovianello Boxing workout this morning with @alessiosakaraofficial! Are you a Ring warrior 🥊 Tomorrow we start again for new appointments in American land 🇺🇸 ✈️ Ciao Italia 🇮🇹 see you soon... #boxing #training #legionarius #thegladiator #romeitaly 🔥 A Legionnaire with a Gladiator in the same picture 🔥 Photo credits: @guidovianello @toprank #boxing #heavyweights https://www.instagram.com/p/CEe8yfGhYUR/?igshid=axeawk5ezjb7

[ever-searching]

Airell’s Visions, part 2 - Blood

(Second part of the six-chapter story focusing on Cain's mother and her circumstances, originally written as a MAHI prompt.)

[ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 ]

Blood

MAHI prompt words used: shy, heard Content notes: ❗ Violence, torture and asphyxiation (moderately graphic)

The dungeon was a damp, cold place. Airell had lost the count of days she had spent there, and with barely any sunlight coming through the small window with reinforced bars, it would have been difficult to say anyway. She assumed she had been held captive for at least a week; maybe even a sennight. It was possible that their temple wouldn't be standing any more when she’d get out.

If she would get out, of course – but she believed she would. She had seen the ocean several times in her dreams, after all.

After the Garleans had stormed their temple, a few sisters from the Eyes of Nymeia had been caught, but Airell had never managed to see a glimpse of anyone else. Perhaps the Garleans were afraid of them and the gift they had been bestowed, even if they denied believing in the Spinner herself. Airell, too, had told the ones who had tried to interrogate her about the things she had seen in their tapestries of fate. The Garleans' and their collaborators' reactions had varied from shock to disdain and outright violence. It wasn’t that surprising – but it was still somewhat frightening.

And, as it turned out, the worst was only to come.

Airell stirred to the sound of measured steps approaching her cell. The dungeons were kept dim and the only source of light was on the wall opposite her cell door, so anyone who came inside almost automatically gained an ominous glow or an aura of foreboding. This time, that applied to a middle-aged Garlean enforcer, whom she had seen before.

"Hello again, darling," the woman tried to sweet-talk to her. She had been fairly forceful the last time they had met, so Airell instinctively shied away from her – as much as she could while her feet were chained, that was. "Now, don’t be like that. I am not here to make you hurt... at least if you are willing to cooperate. You know what we want, and I know what you want. We can make this very simple."

"I won't help you, and even if I wanted to, I couldn't," Airell said quietly. The days spent in the poor conditions had left her feeling weak, but she didn't let her voice quiver and met the eyes of the Garlean woman. "I don’t know where the First Seer is. You have already taken some of my sisters. Where are they?"

"That should be none of your concern." The façade of amiability ended up being very short-lived, and it was replaced by a harsh, blunt tone. "You are bold, girl. You're all alone in this cell, and you still worry about your sisters? How about your own safety?" she asked almost mockingly.

"Nymeia alone will decide my fate," Airell replied.

The woman knelt down in front of her and harshly grabbed her chin, pulling it upwards so that their eyes were locked.

"Damned savages. You and your piss-poor would-be gods wouldn't know sense if it was the only thing separating you from the abyss," she growled. "I ask you one more time. Where is the First Seer, or where are her lackeys?"

"I don't know." Though Airell repeated her earlier words, they weren't fully true. She didn’t know where the First Seer had gone, but she did know where sister Maryn could be found. Just before they had been separated, Maryn had told Airell to come to the secret hideout, which could be accessed via a hidden hatch near the salt lake strand. Airell had been captured, but she had seen Maryn run towards the salt lake with a couple of the novices in tow. They were very young, but the Garleans wouldn't know mercy. The sisters had to remain hidden or terrible things were bound to happen.

Perhaps the Garlean interrogator could somehow hear that lie or the fear in Airell's voice because her expression suddenly shifted. She let Airell go, dropping her onto the floor, and spoke to the guard standing by the doorway with an unnerving tone.

"Summon oen Cestus. Time to see if this broad will be more willing to... talk to her countrymen."

The woman moved onto the doorway when the guard hurriedly went to fetch whoever she had requested, and Airell had a chance to sit up slowly and smooth her ragged dress. Even though she knew that the woman was unlikely to kill her – due to her visions of the ocean, and the vision where the woman chased a giant gloved fist, only for it to turn around, grab her and crush her – the situation still made her feel uneasy. She crossed her arms protectively over her body, causing the heavy chains to rattle, and waited.

Soon, she heard two pairs of heavy boots approach her cell. She saw the guard guide a newcomer in, and she could see and somehow even sense him before she heard him speak. A young man dressed in Garlean conscript attire; despite his fairly broad shoulders and tall stature, he looked hardly Airell's age. It shocked her. As he saluted his superior, his face held a hint of suspicion, which was barely noticeable in the dim lighting.

"Legionarius, it's time to put your skills to the test," the woman said with what could only be called evil pleasure. "This girl is withholding important information from us about the Eyes of Nymeia. Force it out of her."

"Understood." The young man's voice was quite deep and smooth like a stone by the beach, and it could have been attractive if it hadn’t sounded so... devoid of emotion. Perhaps forcefully so. Only the flicker of hesitation in his eyes betrayed that he was not fully prepared to do whatever he had in store for Airell.

The man stepped closer to her and knelt down, fixing his unblinking gaze onto Airell much like the Garlean woman had done moments before. He repeated the woman's questions, and Airell more or less repeated her own answers – and then he took out a grimoire from his belt and began drawing complex runes and patterns into the air in front of Airell.

All of a sudden, she couldn't breathe.

Airell collapsed onto the floor and gasped for breath, writhing as some kind of miasma felt to seep into her lungs and block her airways. It took a moment before she was able to breathe again.

"I can repeat that as many times as I want until you tell us the answer," the man said as he watched Airell hack and cough. "It's easier if you tell me. It will be much less painful as well."

"If I... won’t be able to breathe... I won't be able to talk, either," Airell replied, managing to stay firm despite the discomfort bordering on pain. "I can't or won't tell you anything."

The young man's brow furrowed, though Airell couldn't quite say why, and he remained silent for a minute. Then he lowered his hands and placed one of them on Airell’s chained ankle.

"Very well."

He drew a rune directly onto her skin, and after a quick brown glow, the skin began to unravel.

The memory of that experience would be forever carved in Airell's memory. The chains had chafed the skin around her ankles, causing the upper layers to start peeling off a little, but the spell deepened the abrasion and tore it open into a wound that started bleeding. Airell cried out in pain, but the man wasn't done yet. He moved his hand upwards, drawing another sigil onto her leg with his fingers, and suddenly it felt as if the floor had turned into a maw of a hungry beast, as several sharp spikes of stone rose from the tiles and clamped themselves around her shin. She screamed and tried to pull herself free, but she was no match to the magical jaws that cut through her flesh and pinned her to the ground, and struggling only made the wounds bleed even worse, staining her robes and the man's boots with deep crimson.

"Where are the others?" he asked, his voice hard and intense like the stone he was using to torture her. "Where are they?!"

The miasma seemed to come back, and now Airell was trying to scream for mercy with lungs that refused to work. She was choking. She could taste metal and her tears.

"Where?"

She couldn't stand it anymore.

"Trapdoor! By the beach!" she sobbed between desperate gasps for air. Tears flowed down her cheeks in rivers. "Please stop. Please…"

"Good work, Legionarius. Your father was not wrong to sing your praises." Airell hadn't heard the Garlean woman speak at all during the spell-bound interrogation session. Despite her praise, she sounded equally impressed and disgusted. "Now make her spit out which beach…"

The woman didn't manage to finish her sentence before Airell blacked out.

Airell wasn't sure how long she remained unconscious: when she woke up, the pain had dulled into unpleasant throbbing and she was able to breathe again, but the Garlean woman and the man she had called 'Legionarius' were still present. The latter was wrapping a bandage around Airell's leg, face eerily still and devoid of emotion.

"You can consider yourself having fulfilled part of the deal now," the Garlean woman said, stepping closer to Airell. "We will come back later, though."

The young man finished bandaging the wounds he had himself caused to Airell, and their eyes met. Airell wasn't sure whether it was due to the glint of emotion she saw or the Spinner's blessing, but something urged her to speak out.

"Before... I fainted, I saw a vision," she said, pushing herself up and looking at the man. Her voice was hoarse, but she didn't let it stop her. "I saw you. You tore down your home, stone by stone, and then tried to build it elsewhere – but although you tried, you couldn't hide how your hands had stained the stones with blood."

For a brief moment, she thought she saw his mask slip and shock overtake his face. Then the Garlean woman interrupted kicked her sharply, causing her to fall back on the floor and almost hit her head.

"Don't listen to her. She is trying to manipulate you," the woman warned the young man. "You're young enough to get fooled by her blather of so-called gods and their visions. Go back to your post, oen Cestus. You've done your job here."

The man rose back to his feet, saluted the woman and then took his leave. His rigid and clumsy movements revealed what his lack of words didn't: agitation, perhaps mixed with denial. The Garlean woman watched him go, let out a sigh and muttered something under her breath before exiting the cell, too, and leaving Airell alone in the darkness.

After the cell door was shut, the courage Airell had mustered faded out, and she broke into tears again. She curled up on the cold floor and sobbed, silently praying for Nymeia to forgive her. She wished that sister Maryn had found a better hideout or already left Gyr Abania – and that she herself would indeed get to see the ocean.

Eventually, she drifted off to a fitful sleep.

[psykodelik3]

DELIK x ViiCTOR An legionarius

[gilgalahad]

[sirensongsea]

Gabriel oen Rosarius, imperial Legionarius

[ffxiv-angora]

Day 30: Abstracted

The final prompt ;__; It's a long boi too

Small TW: This takes place during the battle at Carteneau so there's violence, death, etc etc.

Tagging @caspianking since I stole Eli for this one lol

The sky was on fire. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before. Nothing she’d even imagined to be possible. Dalamud was falling. The very ground shook underfoot with every explosion and as soldiers charged forward into the chaos. It was loud. Too loud. The mix of cannon fire, magic, and screams was overwhelming. Angora could do nothing but stand with her feet firmly planted to the ground with her ears pinned flat against her head and her tail wrapped around one leg.

Someone gives her hand a squeeze, causing her to finally pull her eyes from the carnage happening in front of her. She blinks, looking up to the viera next to her. Eli. Her first and only friend. He gave her one of those goofy, crooked smiles of his just like always. But even that smile couldn’t hide the fear that was clear in his eyes that mirrored her own.

“Don’t worry, Kitty cat!” he shouted, lifting his gunblade to rest it on his shoulder. “Just remember the plan! We’ll be okay!”

That gods forsaken nickname earns him a sour look, but Angora nods and gives his hand a squeeze in return. That’s right. They’d made a plan between themselves and a few other trusted squadmates. Moons worth of secrets and hiding evidence. A plan to finally escape the clutches of the Garlean army to freedom. That freedom happened to be Eorzea seeing as the battle happened to take place in Carteneau, but anywhere not under Garlean rule would have been sufficient. All they had to do was stick together and move towards the edge of the battlefield. Then just...run like their lives depended on it when there was an opening. Because it did. If they were caught, they’d likely be executed immediately.

Angora’s grip on her bow tightened when she looked back to the battle. Their group wasn’t even fully aware of what the reason for this war was. It’s not like they were in any position to question it. All they knew was they were told that the Eorzeans, like themselves, were savages who needed to be crushed and held under Garlean rule. Something about primals and the Twelve? Was the falling moon their fault or the Empire’s? The only difference between the Eorzean “savages” and the squadron was the fact that they’d already been crushed. Captured and trapped. Forced to obey in hopes of living to see the next day. In Angora’s case, it’s simply all she’d known.

“Move it! Stop your stalling and get in there!”

Angora’s grip on Eli’s hand slips when she gets a firm boot the center of her back from the Legionarius who’d come up behind them. She stumbles forward, using her bow to catch herself before she could end up face first in the dirt. It took all she had not to shoot a glare over her shoulder. Thankfully, she’d had a lifetime worth of practice. Eli was quick to move to her side and address their superior for her.

“Of course, sir! We were just going.”

“You better be. Do not let me catch you hesitating again. For the Empire!”

Angora and Eli both gave him a “For the Empire!” full of forced enthusiasm that seemed to be convincing enough seeing as the Legionarius moved on. It’s only once he’s out of sight that Eli gives Angora a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and angles his head towards the battlefield. Angora nods, pulling an arrow from her quiver as they move forward.

Things become a blur and muted. Eli charges ahead to clear a path through the opposing side while Angora watches his back and picks off stragglers from a distance. He keeps the front safe while she keeps an eye on the rear. The rest of their squadron stayed in the middle. It wasn’t their first battle together but it was certainly the largest. Their moves are robotic and merciless. No care for the lives they were taking. If they didn’t strike first, it would be their bodies in the mud instead of the Eorzeans. They were doing fairly well...until they weren’t.

Their plan was still on track. They’d all managed to work their way towards the edge of the battle without rising too much suspicion. But the longer they fought, the harder it got to stay together. They were tiring as well. More attacks were getting past Eli as the Eorzeans pushed forward. An arrow here, a slash there. Had they been paying attention, maybe they would have noticed the group coming from the side. Maybe the plan would have worked.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a band of Eorzeans pushed in from both sides of the group. Angora was the first to spot it, but she was too late. Too far away for even Eli’s ears to hear her. There were too many explosions. Too much cannonfire and screaming. Angora’s scream was one of them. All she could do was watch in horror as their squadron was picked down and torn apart. Eli and Angora were split off in separate directions and Angora scrambled back just in time to get out of range of a flare that goes off in the center, knocking her to the ground.

“Eli!!” Angora screams, squinting to try and see through the flames as the spell fades. He had to be okay. He had to be. She narrowly dodges a swipe from a sword and wastes no time in shoving an arrow into the attacker’s throat. He looked as scared as she was. His face is forgotten the moment she shoves his body away. Angora fumbles to get to her feet, desperately scooping up her bow and whatever arrows she could find at her feet. It’s then when she sees that not only is the sky still on fire, now that very same fire was raining down onto the battlefield.

Meteors.

Why was this happening?! Wait- did the moon have cracks in it? For just a moment...the fighting stops.

It’s then that what looks to be a giant glowing pillar of some kind falls from Dalamud and collides into the Star, sending shockwaves of rock and dirt across a majority of Carteneau. Bodies and machines alike are also sent flying. Yet again it becomes so loud. It’s too much. It’s too overwhelming. One sound still manages to cut through, though. Angora’s ears turn toward the sound of a gunblade firing before she sees it. What she sees is a battered Eli way too far from her frantically fighting his way through a crowd of Eorzeans.

“Nonono...E-Eli! Don’t worry!” Angora shouts, climbing her way over destroyed magitek. “I’m on my wa-” She freezes. Eli had spotted her and their eyes met. The look he gave her made Angora’s heart sink into the pit of her stomach. Time slows. It was the same smile he always had...but full of so much sadness. He shoved a soldier to the ground before pointing to the mountain range behind her. He was...saying something. His mouth was moving but she couldn’t hear him over the roar of the battle happening around them.

“W-What?? I can’t-”

“Go! Get out of here! This is your chance!”

Angora’s breath catches in her throat. Eli’s voice just barely made it to her. Surely he hadn’t just suggested that she leave him behind. She couldn’t. Not him. Were those tears running down her face?

Angora hardly gets a chance to process it before a poorly aimed fire spell causes a blast nearby that sends her flying from off the magitek and back to the ground. Her ears are ringing and she can hardly see past the spots in her vision. Her first and only friend’s voice echoes in her mind.

“Go!”

She...she had to. There was no choice. He was right. This was the first and only chance at freedom that she would get. Twenty cycles of torment could finally be over.

“Damn it! Damn it all!”

Angora rolls onto her side, digging her fingers into the mud while forcing herself to stand. She does not look back. If she did, she wouldn’t leave. Her bow is quickly pulled over her shoulder before she takes off as fast as her legs could carry her. Eorzeans and Garleans alike are ignored as she bobs and weaves her way through the chaos. A blade catches her across the back, but she doesn’t stop. She only stumbles a few steps before blindly pushing forward.

I’m sorry, Eli. I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me.

“Angora?”

Run. Run. Run. She was so close to the mountains. Beyond there was a forest where she could hide. She’d be safe. She had to be. If not for her own sake, then for the sake of Eli’s sacrifice.

“Hey, Angora~?”

Her lungs burn but she refuses to stop. Not until she is able to desperately dig her fingers into the stone and clamber her way over some of the large boulders at the base of the mountain. She spins around just in time to see one of those awful meteors coming right for her. The air becomes impossibly hot. It’s too late. It’s coming. It hurts-

“Angora!”

Angora startles, blinking a few times before looking up from her desk to squint at Eli. He was alive. It was by some miracle that they both were.

“Hellooo? Anyone home?” The viera leans forward to lightly knock on the top of Angora’s head right between the ears. Angora just tsks and swats his hand away.

“Oh hush, Rabbit.”

“Come onnnn! I’m hungry and you’ve been working all day! Let's go!” He about gets a book thrown at that smug face of his when he starts to shake her desk.

“Fine, fine. But you are paying this time.”

[gladiates]

220 Beginning Latin Adjectives and Adverbs

I found a digital copy of a book called Latin Vocabulary for the First Two Years (which you can access here), and though it’s from 1918, Latin presumably hasn’t really changed so I figure it’s still a good resource for beginning Latin vocabulary. Here’s a list of all the adjectives and adverbs from the book with their definitions! (below the cut, since it’s long)

acer, acris, acre: sharp, keen

acriter: sharply, fiercely

aeger, -gra, -grum: sick

aequus, -a, -um: level, even, kust, fair

alacer, -cris,-cre: eager, brisk

alius, -a, -ud: another

alter, -era, -erum: the other (of two)

altus, -a, -um: high, deep

amicus, -a, -um: friendly

ample: fully

amplus, -a, -um: large, distinguished

angustus, -a, -um: narrow

antea: before

apertus, -a, -um: open

aridus, -a, -um: dry

audacter: boldly

audax, -acis: bold, daring

barbarus, -a, -um: foreign, barbarous

bene: well

bis: twice

bonus, -a, -um: good

brevis, -e: short

celer, -eris, -ere: swift

celeriter: swiftly, quickly

certe: certainly, at least

certus, -a, -um: fixed, certain

ceteri, -ae, -a (plural): the other, the rest of

citerior, -ius: on this side, nearer

clam: secretly

commodus, -a, -um: fitting, agreeable

communis, -e: common

complures, -a or -ia (plural): several, very many

confestim: promptly

cotidianus, -a, -um: daily

cotidie: daily

cunctus, -a, -um: all, whole

cupidus, -a, -um: desirous, eager

cur: why

defessus, -a, -um: tired

deinde: then, next

dexter, -tra, -trum: right (hand)

difficilis, -e: difficult

diligenter: with care

diu: long (time)

diversus, -a, -um: different, distant

dubius, -a, -um: doubtful

duplex, -licis: double

egregius, -a, -um: eminent, unusual

eo: thither, there

eodem: to the same place

equester, -tris, -tre: relating to cavalry

excelsus, -a, -um: lofty

exiguus, -a, -um: small

facile: easily

facilis, -e: easy

familiaris, -e: of the household, intimate

ferus, -a, -um: wild, fierce

finitimus, -a, -um: neighboring

fortis, -e: brave

fortiter: bravely

frumentarius, -a, -um: pertaining to grain

frustra: in vain

gratis: freely

gravis, -e: heavy, serious

graviter: heavily, seriously

hic: here

huc: hither

iam: by this time, already

iam pridem: long ago

ibi: there

idoneus, -a, -um: fit, suitable

immortalis, -e: immortal

imperitus, -a, -um: unskilled, inexperienced

improvisus, -a, -um: unexpected

incolumis, -e: unharmed, safe

inde: from there, thence

inferus, -a, -um: low

infirmus, -a, -um: weak

inimicus, -a, -um: hostile

iniquus, -a, -um: uneven, unfavorable, unjust

interim: meanwhile

is, ea, id: this, that

ita: so

itaque: and so

item: likewise

iustus, -a, -um: just

latus, -a, -um: wide

legionarius, -a, -um: legionary

levis, -e: light (in weight)

liber, -era, -erum: free

longe: far

longus, -a, -um: long

magnopere: greatly

magnus, -a, -um: large

maritimus, -a, -um: maritime, naval

medius, -a, -um: middle, middle of

meus, -a, -um: my, mine

militaris, -e: military

modo: only

multum: much

multus, -a, -um: much, many

ne... quidem: not even

necessarius, -a, -um: necessary, urgent

necesse (indeclinable): necessary

neque, nec: and not; nor

neque (nec)... neque (nec): neither... nor

nobilis, -e: noble, famous

noctu: at night

nocturnus, -a, -um: at night, nocturnal

non: not

nondum: not yet

nonnulli, -ae, -a (plural): some

noster, -tra, -trum: our

notus, -a, -um: known

novus, -a, -um: new

nullus, -a, -um: no

numquam: never

nunc: now

occultus, -a, -um: concealed

omnino: on the whole, at all, altogether

omnis, -e: every, all

onerarius, -a, -um: of burden

opportunus, -a, -um: suitable, advantageous

paene: almost

palam: openly

par, paris: equal

partim: partly

parum: little, too little

parvus, -a, -um: small

pauci, -ae, -a (plural): few

paulatim: little by little

paulo: a little (with comparative)

paulum: a little

pedester, -tris, -tre: relating to infantry

peritus, -a, -um: skilled, experienced

perpetuus, -a, -um: everlasting

plenus, -a, -um: full

plerique, -aeque, -aque (plural): the most, the majority

plerumque: for the most part

postea: afterwards

posterus, -a, -um: next, later

postridie: on the next day

potius: rather, sooner

praesens, -entis: present, in person

praesertim: especially

praeterea: besides

pridie: on the day before

primo: at first

primum: first

primus, -a, -um: first

prior, -ius: earlier, first

pristinus, -a, -um: former, old

privatus, -a, -um: private

procul: at a distance

propinquus, -a, -um: near

propterea: for this reason

publicus, -a, -um: belonging to the state, official, public

pulcher, -chra, -chrum: beautiful

qua: where

quantus, -a, -um: how great

quo: whither

quoque: also

rarus, -a, -um: wide apart, scattered

recens, -entis: fresh, new, recent

regius, -a, -um: royal

reliquus, -a, -um: the rest, remaining, remainder of

repente: suddenly

repentinus, -a, -um: sudden

rursus: again

sacer, -cra, -crum: sacred

saepe: often

satis: enough, quite

secundus, -a, -um: second; favorable

semper: always

sic: thus, so

sicut, sicuti: just as, as if

similis, -e: like

simul: at the same time

singularis, -e: single, unusual

singuli, -ae, -a (plural): one each, one at a time

sinister, -tra, -trum: left (hand)

solum: only

solus, -a, -um: alone, only

statim: at once

subito: suddenly

superus, -a, -um: high

suus, -a, -um: his/her/its/their own

talis, -e: such

tam: so

tamen: nevertheless

tantus, -a, -um: so great

tardus, -a, -um: slow, late

timidus, -a, -um: fearful

tot (indeclinable): so many

totus, -a, -um: all, whole of

triplex, -licis: threefold

tum: then

turpis, -e: disgraceful

tutus, -a, -um: safe

tuus, -a, -um: your

ubi: where, when

ullus, -a, -um: any

ultro: voluntarily

una: together, in company

unde: whence

undique: from all sides, on all sides

universus, -a, -um: altogether, all

unus, -a, -um: one

usque: even till, even to

uterque, -traque, -trumque: both, each

utilis, -e: useful

vacuus, -a, -um: vacant, destitute of

vehementer: violently

vero: in truth, but

verus, -a, -u: true

vester, -tra, -trum: your

vetus, -teris: old

vetustus, -a, -um: old

vivus, -a, -um: alive

vix: scarcely

[vermilionwinds]

27. Benthos

“Remmy, my dear…”

Remeraux, with some effort, cracked open one eye to see the familiar pale face of Maxim Florentinus, silhouetted by the pink-orange rays of the sunset that trickled through the fronds of the palm trees.

He was kneeling on the ground next to where she’d been lying, and he had… something in his hands. She couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it looked like some kind of… makeshift bowl. For whatever reason, the thing that struck her about him at the moment was his stubble. She’d never seen him not clean-shaven. “Mnhm…?” Was all Remeraux managed to say, as on instinct, she tried to push herself up to her elbows and was rocked by a lance of pain that skewered her straight through her left side. She grunted in pain, lowering herself right back down and breathing heavily. “Steady, steady. No sudden moves, I daresay….” He smoothed her hand over her shoulder; a touch awkwardly. Hands not used to gentility, even if his heart moved him to in the moment. “Do you think you can eat?” Remeraux couldn’t trust any information from her body, at the moment. It was all nausea and pain, but she also couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten. Or whether that last time had been a dream or not. She nodded.

“That’s a girl… Here. Let me help prop you up.” Remeraux’s head swam as she felt Maxim’s arms under her back, lifting the mat of weaved palm fronds that she was still too weak to leave and sliding it onto the rock behind her. She settled into the position with a wheeze and a cough, closing her eyes when the way the world was spinning became too much. “There we go… You might be pleased to know,” Maxim said in those always proper tones of his, “that you are officially past the worst of it. As long as we keep your bandages clean and changed, you should be on the mend. The tissue necrosis has not spread to any of your organs… All in all, Remmy. Whatever lucky star you were born under, be sure to thank it.” “Every… damn day…” Remeraux lied, giving a weak wheeze of a chuckle. “Here. Open your mouth for me, won’t you?” Remeraux did so, and felt a curved piece of plant fibers against her tongue, and as it tilted a broth with rubbery solids poured into her mouth. All it tasted of was the sea, salt and brine. “Xavier and I were lucky in our foraging efforts today. We’re eating clams and mussels tonight. The depths provide, eh?” Maxim laughed just a bit, as Remeraux chewed through the resilient flesh of her dinner.

They continued in silence for a bit, spoonful after spoonful. Remeraux was just cognisant enough to feel shame at having to be spoon fed like a babe. But even still, she was still too weak to raise her arms, really. So, she allowed it, until she lapsed out of consciousness again and back into the realm of dreams.

“We buried them today, Remmy. Ankaswys and Ganzaya.” Maxim’s voice was the first thing she was aware of, as she was brought back to the land of the living. Remeraux worked to squint an eye open again, to find that he was fiddling with starting a campfire. His back was turned to her, from where she lay, still propped up lightly against the rock. She didn’t know if he knew she was awake now. “We found a lovely spot on the hill, overlooking the sea. I hope they forgive us, having to bury them on some forsaken rock. We can visit them, when you’re up and about.” It was hard to tell-- the world was still fuzzy and indistinct, but Maxim’s shoulders appeared to be shaking in the last light of dusk. “...I don’t know why I’m here, and they’re not, Remmy.” He said, quietly, voice choked with emotion. “For goodness’ sake, I was a Legionarius. If there was any justice in this forsaken Star, the sea should have claimed me. And yet I live.” Remeraux’s brain was too fuzzy to find the words, to say what she was thinking. That she didn’t want him to be lost. That she had loved every violin lesson he’d spent with her. That she used to love to climb into his lap, and she loved that he’d begrudgingly allow it. Even when he was smoking those clove cigarettes. Especially when he was. That she didn’t ever, ever want to be asked to trade one family member for another. But all of this was beyond her still. And so, she mumbled from where she lay: “The depths… provide… eh?” Maxim looked back at her, cheeks wet, and chuckled. “My dear girl, what in the hells is that supposed to mean?” But the way his eyes shone, Rem could tell that somehow, he’d gotten the gist.

[lazydampf]

lezy vs Legionarius

『Destined to fall apart』

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