#renda-rae

[ageha-sds]

a couple months ago in august, i helped out with Tiffany Lockheart in making companion images for her Ardbert Week on twitter. i was looking to do it for all the days but i was actively stopped actually from two more - nonetheless i wanted to compile for tumblr what all i worked on! these were all made in the span of the week that Ardbert Week was going on.

[matoyaa]

[artctrlcee]

Day 4 - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑦, 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠

Ardbert Week 2023 [01 - Sight] - [02 - Smell] - [03 - Taste] - [04- Hearing] - [05 - Touch] [06 - Rain] - [07 - Tomorrow]

[itsmeowlee]

wahoo funney lil shard dance

[ver-caster]

R.I.P. - Fisha Rae

I shall not soon forget you. I hope you enjoy those yellow carnations in cloud server heaven.

[swannlodge]

scratches head, I guess I didn't post this either now looking back. At one point I had considered some kind of standee to remark on Ardbert and his group, but I think I backed off as those things take quite a while to move off my shop.

Ardbert and his loyal troupe. Initially posted on Twitter around October 2021.

[ferrocyan]

FFXIV Write Day 20 - Hamper

(A loose rewrite of the lv 76 physical DPS role quest, continuing the previous entries)

Tart got out of her sleeping quarters, shaking off a headache.

Slitherbough's caverns made for a fine living space, but she couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep in there. The fresh air outside felt better already. The sun had just risen, its rays dappled the soil below through the forest's shade. She made her way to a nearby creek, sitting at its bank.

No, more than discomfort, it was the previous day's conversation that stole sleep from her. She thought back on it grimly.

She'd gone to meet Reeq after finishing the Scions' business in Rak'tika, and it seemed that no progress had been made in her absence. It was a little concerning. Reeq limited his efforts due to a lack of funds, he said, but couldn't one take amaros to travel for a pittance?

Tart shook her head. It wasn't her place to doubt her partner. What mattered was that he persevered, despite others' doubts. Determination was a good look on him, and Tart was happy enough to see it even without a lead to their quarry.

Though that lead they did gain. Reeq had asked her to recount the vision she'd gotten on their previous excursion to Amh Araeng. She'd seen into Andreia's past, of her life as Renda-Rae the hunter--and Reeq told her then that he'd heard the same story before. Back when he was a child, from his former servant.

They'd gone to see the woman then, Miss Olvara, who was very happy to see her charge grown--her adoration for Reeq was quite cute, Tart thought with a smile.

Olvara confirmed the tale as Tart had seen. Renda-Rae had been a great huntress in life. She began her adventure with a pair of friends, though the two fell one day to the great beast Balam-Quitz. Renda-Rae swore vengeance on the creature with all her heart. Olvara then filled in that, though Renda-Rae had gone on to be a Warrior of Light, her oath still weighed on her heart, and one day she broke off from her fellow warriors to enact her revenge. Renda-Rae confronted Balam-Quitz in the Citia Swamps and slayed it, alone.

"Citia Swamps, then," Reeq noted. There was their lead.

Renda-Rae had been a hunter in life, and Andreia was a hunter in undeath. She slew beasts and monsters, turning them into her minions to sow chaos. Then, as in life, she seeked to kill a great beast like Balam-Quitz again. She would surely return to the Citia Swamps to do so. And that was where Reeq and Tart would kill her.

Great, Tart thought. Just need to kill her. She had no love for the fallen Warrior of Light. They were the villains of this world. They had doomed their world to a calamity. Hells, these Warriors of Light had tried to bring a calamity to Tart's world as well. And in the process, Renda-Rae had nearly killed Alisaie.

Tart had no mercy for one who would kill her friend. None especially for one who had distressed Alphinaud so gravely. She leaned over the river's surface, intent on washing off the thoughts that hampered her.

And yet. Her reflection on the water made her pause.

Tart remembered the hunter as she'd seen her last. Finding out that the efforts to save their world were futile, Renda-Rae had wept in silent despair. She and the warriors had sacrificed everything for it, and it was no use.

Now the Warriors of Light were cursed as villains. Now their corpses walked the dying star, undead abominations bending their past heroic deeds to cause more deaths. Now Renda-Rae had to be killed by the only person who remembered her as she had been, once.

Tart submerged her head in the river and screamed. She just had to kill Andreia. All would be well if she killed Andreia. Remember what she had done to Alisaie, to Alphinaud? Blackguard. Scum. Bitch. Just kill her and get it over with!

She took a breath and screamed again for good measure. When the bubbles ceased, she surfaced, shaking off the wetness from her hair--

Only to see Reeq rush toward her in panic.

"Light preserve, are you all right?!" he looked her over frantically. "You were in there for a long time, and it looked like you exhausted your breath--did you inhale any water?"

Tart shook her head. "No worries. I can breathe underwater."

Reeq's mouth hung open for two seconds. "That's not funny!" he yelled, though she wasn't joking. He ran his palm over his face. "Wicked white, I don't need this today. Please don't make this harder than it should be," he groaned.

"Sorry," Tart said quietly. She was, in truth, not the only person who knew of Renda-Rae as she had been in life--the same could be said about Olvara and Reeq, too. The woman had told the tale of the great hunter to her young master, though never revealing her name. And the boy grew up wanting to be just like that hero. So he stood here now, a hunter following Renda-Rae's footsteps. Having just found out that his hero and quarry were one and the same.

Tart stood up, leaning over Reeq to get a better look. He was a bit pale, his eyes were dark, and he inched away from her approach. She dared a question, "Does the identity of our target bother you?"

Reeq was still, frozen for a moment. Then he waved it off with a guffaw. "No, no, it's only... that I've never slept in a cavern before, so I had a bit of trouble going to bed! It gets awfully damp," he paused, remembering his position, "but! But, ahh, do tell Master--um, your Ronso friend. Please give him my thanks for allowing us to stay the night in the village. It was very kind of him."

Tart grinned. "Ask for Runar and tell him yourself."

"Ugh, well I suppose we'll be heading back to Slitherbough for our belongings, anyhow." He walked ahead of her--but stopped a few paces before the village's entrance.

"It's for the best, right?" he said. "If we kill Andreia, then she would stop creating sin eaters out of beasts and endangering people's lives."

"It is."

Reeq glanced at her and nodded. As he left, Tart made the decision. The woman she remembered was dead, this young man was living. Do it for the ones you can still help, right now.

[yloiseconeillants]

UNLOCK NEW EMOTIONS W/ SHADOWBRINGERS MAGIC ROLES QUESTS

[aetherotransformer]

those pictures comparing past vs current dog breeds but its the cg miqo'te in the 1.0 and endwalker trailers

[braveura]

WOO TAG DROP WOOHOO YEAAAAAHHH

[artctrlcee]

Hey, Cylva!

[ver-caster]

Happy Birthday to Shadowbringers, the expansion I continue to be the most normal about!

[fistfuloflightning]

Lamitt: I’m not his fiancee.

Renda-Rae: Why did you tell me that you were?

Lamitt: I'm not engaged. I've never even spoken to the guy.

Renda-Rae: What? Well, do—, downstairs, you said, you said you were gonna marry him.

Lamitt: Oh, geez, I was talking to myself.

Renda-Rae: Well, next time you talk to yourself, tell yourself you're single and end the conversation.

[symphcnii]

@bladeshowers asked:

❛ how are you holding up? ❜ (renda-rae & ardbert!)

Renda pauses maintenance of her bow upon hearing the familiar voice, casting a glance up towards the warrior before scoffing a short laugh. "As well as can be expected." She replies, returning her gaze to her bow, if only to hide a small frown.

For someone who had given up her physical form to travel to another world, allying with the enemy in search of a way to save her own doomed one - doomed due to their very actions - she was holding up as well as she could be. She had to stay strong if they were to get through this. Heavy though the burden was however, she knew that the one who felt it heaviest must be their leader.

She pauses once more with a sigh, and places her bow to the side as she turns to face the Hume. He was always so concerned with how they were feeling, but had he been dealing with his own feelings about all of this?

"What about you? How are you holding up?"