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2016-11-09T10:42:31Z

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2016-11-09T10:17:32Z

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2016-11-09T10:14:53Z

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2016-10-24T01:56:34Z

TheRetro: It's a shelf. Help your-shelf to it.

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2016-10-24T01:54:04Z

TheRetro: Stone Free's codex. It's enormous. A book only a Roegadyn could carry around...

Stone Free's codex. It's enormous. A book only a Roegadyn could carry around...

Sosorai Ozowai

2016-08-12T07:30:42Z

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: <font style="font-size:12px;color:#323232;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''Name...'''</font> Sosorai Ozowai
: <font style="font-size:12px;color:#323232;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''Alias...'''</font> Soso, Ozo, Rai-wai
: <font style="font-size:12px;color:#323232;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''Age...'''</font> 27</font>
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<font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;">At a rather tall three fulms, Sosorai has always loomed over his fellow Lalafellan man. He appears rather young for his age, mostly due to a lack of facial hair, which Ozowai has always found to be agitating and in the way. Sosorai keeps his sandy hair tied off behind him, so as not to interfere with his work, but claims he likes the feeling of it flowing around him when relaxing. His face holds a speckled look to it, and his nose is darkened slightly, a trait passed along from his family.

'''Scars & Markings:''' Though Sosorai carries no scars, he does behold to a pair of mismatched eyes--one of which was sacrificed in order to further his magicks. The eye in question is blue, compared to his original green.

'''Voice:''' In spite of his diminutive size, Sosorai Ozowai's voice is particularly deep, and carries quite a distance whether he means it to or not. This has a great deal to do with years of working alongside much larger races than his own, and having to speak up due to the height difference.

'''Clothing:''' Typically, Ozowai can be seen donning red robes and a bright red helm of the "Onion" style, mimicking an ancient set lost during the collapse of the Allagan Empire. He wear simple black boots and black gloves to complete the piece. When not out on the prowl, Soso's attire is much more simplistic, consisting of a plain cotton shirt and a set of pants with plain shoes.
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TLDR; Timid, Gentleman, Study, Frightened but brave</i></font>

Sosorai is what many might consider a lovable coward. A scholar and student before the events of the Isle of Val's destruction, Ozowai seemed content to live his life in his books and with his wife. A sweet-hearted man in nature, he found violence and fighting to be a last-resort option, even in his normal routines. Osowai is a respectful lad, willing to go well out of his way to be polite and approachable to people as best he can. When things get tough however, he is quick to back down, and slow to recover his usually level-headed nature. Sosorai prefers peace and quiet, and so claims that the heat of the moment is not a place for someone like him. Because of this, most are quick to dismiss him, and easily overlook his efforts in most of his work, considering him a fool unable to perform under pressure and is therefore useless.

However, in spite of his refraining from violence, and meekness to go into battle, if there is a due cause to do so, Sosorai is willing to forgo his instincts and put his efforts into fighting. He may shake in his boots when he approaches his foes or a challenge he has yet to face, but once he gets close and comfortable, little can shake him out of his determination. The Sharlayan is willing to do whatever it takes to help the innocent, the needy, or those who can't defend themselves, eager to put aside his own desires and safety in order to accomplish what he considers the common good. He is a cowardly lion at heart...and also seems to have horrendous luck, being the butt-monkey of nearly every practical joke or unfortunate event that gets hurled his way. It's never led to serious injury...quite yet.
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'''<li>Large Predators</li>''': With the sheer amount of beasts that can swallow a Hyur whole, it makes only enough sense that a Lalafell would feel quite a bit more intimidated by quite a bit more foes...
'''<li>Being too weak</li>''': Small as he is, Sosorai is a potent enemy to face...however, he always worries one day, he may not be strong enough to save someone he cares for once again...
'''<li>Powerful things in the wrong hands</li>''': Needless to say, the right spells in the hands of malicious people worries the young spellcaster a tremendous amount...
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Before the Calamity</div>====
Sosorai Ozowai was born in the Sharlayan Homeland, in the great city that served as the city-state's beating heart. His family, having come from Eorzea to live in the hustle and bustle of the scholarly lands, had worked from scratch in order to affirm themselves as the capable alchemist/botanist duo that they'd become, and each of Sosorai's three siblings had already begun establishing their reputations as infamous students by the time he'd come to be born. Sosorai himself was an eager youth, excited to take his place in the fabled halls of the Forum and become a wise study much like the rest of his family had before him. However, Ozowai was not an attentive child, and constantly badgered his superiors with questions. Many found him too problematic and hyperactive for their tastes, and Sosorai was tossed out of several academies before finally finding his calling. At ten summers, Sosorai signed himself onto the team of Sharlayans that would eventually come to Eorzea to begin studying the nature of the Amdapori ruins in the Twelveswood.

:However, Sororai would find himself restless once again. The War of the Magi hardly interested him as much as ancient knowledge--knowledge like primal magicks. Being warned several times by his superiors that dabbling in such sorts of artes would surely get himself renounced and banished by the Forum, Ozowai became forlorn and annoyed with his coworkers on the Amdapori team. Shortly after the discovery and approval to research the lost art of Summoning, however, Sosorai eagerly applied for a transfer, and eventually made his way to converse with the Twelveswood beastmen, the Sylphs.

:Ozowai would never make it to Little Solace. Upon being ambushed by a Hellsguard slaver named Dirty Savage, he is taken immediately into custody and swept away to Thanalan. After suffering several moons of tortures and mind-breaking, the steadfast Lalafell continued to hold his personality and wit intact, despite Savage's best efforts. Frustrated and annoyed that his methods were not effecting the lad, Dirty Savage relents and decides to sell off the boy to the Amal'jaa as a sacrifice to their god, Ifrit. Upon being presented to the beast to become tempered, however, Sosorai found himself immune to the great primal's influence--a direct result of being touched by the Mothercrystal. Breaking his bonds in the confusion and escaping his captors, Sosorai Ozowai wandered the deserts of Thanalan until finally coming upon the steps of Nald, where he promptly passed out from lack of food and utter exhaustion.
::It was upon his sudden lapse of consciousness that the Dunesfolk heard directly from Hydaelyn herself. It was she who had protected him from becoming Ifrit's eternal slave, and it was her will that she serve him in bringing peace to not only Eorzea, but the very star itself. Unsure of what to make of this newfound discovery, Sosorai contacted his party in the Black Shroud in earnest. Upon his report, Ozowai was told of his unique gift, that of the rare Echo, and was demanded to return to Sharlayan's Isle of Val for further instruction.

Sosorai unhappily returned to Sharlayan lands, grouchy that he had been forced to abandon his lifelong dream of harnessing the primal's powers in order to file more dull reports to his superiors. But, it would not all be in vain; though he was forced to remain on the Isle until the extent of his abilities had been fully understood by the scholars there, it was on the grounds of the research center that he came across the woman he would eventually fall in love with. A fair Wildswood Elezen from Ishgard who had been tasked with keeping him company to more closely study the nature of his Echo, Vivienne Chevalier was fascinated with the little man's dream of using his power to mend the rift between not only Beastman and Mankind, but to further understanding in the ancient magicks of the Allagan Empire. Vivienne, contrary to Sosorai's more laid back nature, was passionate and reckless, brash and exciting. Where Sosorai would rather lay below the radar and not make waves, the Lady Chevalier was more than happy to rustle as many skirts as she could along the way, often remarking that the bulk of scholars and students were too uptight and stuff-shirted. With her company, Ozowai became much more laid-back, and often with her hand to hold, more adventurous than usual. After several years, Sosorai seemed content to stay on the Isle with his lover, taking up duties as caretaker of the libraries, and eventually proposed to Vivienne. Happily, the woman accepted, and the two were promptly wed.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Exodus and Calamity</div>====
In spite of her joy in being wed to the man she loved, Vivienne often longed to return to Ishgard to see her homeland and her family once again. She remarked how desperately she wanted to study Eorzea and see her sights while she was still young and sprightly enough to do so, and Ozowai agreed in her notions. Without being under the Forum's strict rules and guidelines, they would be free to research the nature of Summoning, the Primals, and how to best tend to the threat. It was this in their hearts that the pair left the Isle of Val for the city-state of Ishgard, abandoning Sharlayan for their own pursuits.

:Vivienne's family would not be quite as happy to see her as much as she was them, and far less were they approving of her marriage to Sosorai. It was clear in their mannerisms and tones towards the Lalafell that his kind was not what they had in mind for their daughter, a point to which both the newlyweds heavily contested upon. Feeling unwelcome and unwanted, Vivienne and Sosorai left Ishgard for Limsa Lominsa to study the nature of the Kobolds.
It would not be long after this, that the Exodus of the Sharlayan peoples began from their colony in the Dravanian Hinterlands. With the city-state of Ala Mhigo now under the control of the Empire, the Forum had demanded all of her people return to their territories, enforcing that, should any of them interfere with Eorzea's fate, that they would be abandoned to the same. Lady Chevalier, however, would not be deterred; refusing to abandon her homeland to wanton destruction, in spite of Sosorai's protests to keep her safe. With their decision finally made, it was with heavy hearts that the young lovers watched as the end of their world came crashing down upon them.

:That the story would have ended there, save not for the intervention of a particular Sharlayan Scholar. But fate would find that the end to Sosorai's wife. As the Drowning Wench split in half, cleaved in two by Bahamut's flames and showers of Allagan technology, Vivienne and hundreds of others went hurtling into the seas below along a hailstorm of debris without warning. It was there that Sosorai lost the only thing he had ever loved more than knowledge.
::Lost and heartbroken in the aftermath of the terrible day, Ozowai wandered aimlessly through Vylbrand, helping wherever he could with his skills. He could find no solace in his work, however, for the idea that he should have bravely leaped to his wife's aid, despite her being crushed immediately, was too heavy a burden for joy to find its way into his heart. Determined to see their lifelong dream of mending bonds and discovering the secrets of eld magicks come to fruition, Sosorai buried himself in his work, tirelessly working to ease relations between man and beastman as best as he was able. Though, despite his efforts, he found little success.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Present Day</div>====
Sosorai Ozowai still labors to revive the ancient artes of Mystic Knights, a sword-wielding band of gladiators who imbued elements into their blades for effective combat stratagems, to this day. Still lingering with the memories of the day his heart was shattered, he might find some comfort in finally achieving peace and success in his efforts.

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<div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#9d928a;" size="2">■</font> "Ah, the odd-dressed one...Heard he wasn't from around here." --A Thaumaturge in Thanalan</div>
<div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#9d928a;" size="2">■</font> "Oh. Well, he has a sword, but I've never seen him actually use it." --Momodi, the Quicksand</div>
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<div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> "He's come and gone through Ul'Dah quite a bit. Tends to hand out gil to anybody he feels the need to, and gives out his services to whoever asks...he's quite the kind man, that one." --An Immortal Flame Mage</div>
<div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> "Sosorai? He's such a gentleman! And he's so good at talking, too, he'd make a poet envious!" --Lalafellan Lass, Limsa Lominsa</div>
<div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> "That one is more than he looks, I'll tell you. There was a squabble in the tavern a few moons ago...some Highlander messing around with some dame, the lad tried interfering until he got punted out of the Coffer by his britches. Couple ticks passed and he came right back and socked him right in the jewels, he did. Hit him fair hard enough where that Brass Blade didn't come back." --Wymond</div>
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<div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#5a524c;" size="2">■</font> "I've seen him out on the docks in Thanalan, playing his pipe out towards the sea to the North. I've no idea what that's about, but he does it every moon, like clockwork."--A fisherman, Ul'Dah</div>
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Sosorai Ozowai

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<font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;">At a rather tall three fulms, Sosorai has always loomed over his fellow Lalafellan man. He appears rather young for his age, mostly due to a lack of facial hair, which Ozowai has always found to be agitating and in the way. Sosorai keeps his sandy hair tied off behind him, so as not to interfere with his work, but claims he likes the feeling of it flowing around him when relaxing. His face holds a speckled look to it, and his nose is darkened slightly, a trait passed along from his family.

'''Scars & Markings:''' Though Sosorai carries no scars, he does behold to a pair of mismatched eyes--one of which was sacrificed in order to further his magicks. The eye in question is blue, compared to his original green.

'''Voice:''' In spite of his diminutive size, Sosorai Ozowai's voice is particularly deep, and carries quite a distance whether he means it to or not. This has a great deal to do with years of working alongside much larger races than his own, and having to speak up due to the height difference.

'''Clothing:''' Typically, Ozowai can be seen donning red robes and a bright red helm of the "Onion" style, mimicking an ancient set lost during the collapse of the Allagan Empire. He wear simple black boots and black gloves to complete the piece. When not out on the prowl, Soso's attire is much more simplistic, consisting of a plain cotton shirt and a set of pants with plain shoes.
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TLDR; Timid, Gentleman, Study, Frightened but brave</i></font>

Sosorai is what many might consider a lovable coward. A scholar and student before the events of the Isle of Val's destruction, Ozowai seemed content to live his life in his books and with his wife. A sweet-hearted man in nature, he found violence and fighting to be a last-resort option, even in his normal routines. Osowai is a respectful lad, willing to go well out of his way to be polite and approachable to people as best he can. When things get tough however, he is quick to back down, and slow to recover his usually level-headed nature. Sosorai prefers peace and quiet, and so claims that the heat of the moment is not a place for someone like him. Because of this, most are quick to dismiss him, and easily overlook his efforts in most of his work, considering him a fool unable to perform under pressure and is therefore useless.

However, in spite of his refraining from violence, and meekness to go into battle, if there is a due cause to do so, Sosorai is willing to forgo his instincts and put his efforts into fighting. He may shake in his boots when he approaches his foes or a challenge he has yet to face, but once he gets close and comfortable, little can shake him out of his determination. The Sharlayan is willing to do whatever it takes to help the innocent, the needy, or those who can't defend themselves, eager to put aside his own desires and safety in order to accomplish what he considers the common good. He is a cowardly lion at heart...and also seems to have horrendous luck, being the butt-monkey of nearly every practical joke or unfortunate event that gets hurled his way. It's never led to serious injury...quite yet.
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'''<li>Large Predators</li>''': With the sheer amount of beasts that can swallow a Hyur whole, it makes only enough sense that a Lalafell would feel quite a bit more intimidated by quite a bit more foes...
'''<li>Being too weak</li>''': Small as he is, Sosorai is a potent enemy to face...however, he always worries one day, he may not be strong enough to save someone he cares for once again...
'''<li>Powerful things in the wrong hands</li>''': Needless to say, the right spells in the hands of malicious people worries the young spellcaster a tremendous amount...
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood: Before the Calamity</div>====
Sosorai Ozowai was born a Sharlayan, and he swore he'd die a Sharlayan.


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<div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> "He's come and gone through Ul'Dah quite a bit. Tends to hand out gil to anybody he feels the need to, and gives out his services to whoever asks...he's quite the kind man, that one." --An Immortal Flame Mage</div>
<div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> "Sosorai? He's such a gentleman! And he's so good at talking, too, he'd make a poet envious!" --Lalafellan Lass, Limsa Lominsa</div>
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Stehl Helmgarde

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TheRetro: ...SORRY.

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| name = Stehl Helmgarde
| image = Stehl2.jpg
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| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ul'dah, former Ala Mhigan refugee
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 24
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Single
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Adventurer
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = Six fulms, something ilms
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| stat_5_value = Straight
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A red-haired, pale-skinned Hyur whose wanderlust seems to affect his entire life. A skilled swordsman and spellcaster within his specializations, Stehl is confident in his abilities and seems to care little about potential danger, though he does become deadly serious when confronted with a real threat. The amount of strife he's seen in his twenty four years has left him mercurial, his mood flashing from light-hearted to stormy and back again in an instant.

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: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Honesty.
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Jokes and puns.
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.

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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Evil.
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lies.
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Bell Peppers.

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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: Neutral Good, leaning towards Lawful and Neutral.
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Pride.
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Varies. Stehl is hardly a picky eater.
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink: Fruit-based drinks.
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color: Sky blue.

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
: A ginger in every sense of the definition for a person. Pale, red hair, even a few freckles. His eyes stand out sharply, an unusually pale blue that resembles ice or the sky and they almost seem to glow faintly in dark places, surely a trick of the light. Those crimson locks are very unruly, seeming to refuse any attempt to comb them into something more manageable, often resulting in more than a little trim with the barber. He's fairly handsome even with the occasional scar decorating his features, save for a massive one that dominates nearly his entirely left side from his armpit all the way down to his thigh, the skin redder than a sunburn and completely hairless.

His personality is a little strange, though his default demeanor is one of joking and joy. But behind the smile is a maelstrom of emotions, some rising to the surface while others are plunged beneath the waves, ranging from melancholy to raw fury, often to the discomfort of those near him. On top of all that, he's a man who firmly believes in being unchained, being free to do whatever he pleases. The idea of fate or destiny is particularly abhorrent to him, as well as the concept of slavery or owning somebody even through "legitimate" means.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>====

: Stehl doesn't like to talk about his childhood. It was harsh starting at a young age, when Ala Mhigo fell. Even once he wound up in Ul'dah, it got no better. He doesn't elaborate on it, ever.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>====

: It can be picked up pretty easily that he's one of the youngest gladiators to ever set foot upon the Bloodsands, starting well before he could ever be considered a man. It's a mystery why he was ever allowed to participate, but he fought anyways. He's more open about this time period, though he does avoid certain details.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Present</div>====

: The Hyur's present life is complicated, despite his attempts to remove everything from it in an effort to focus himself. No longer associated with the Coliseum, he now solely operates through the Adventurer's Guild and can frequently be found haunting the Quicksand, or other parts of Ul'dah. It seems that he's suffered a fairly devastating loss recently, and is coping very poorly.

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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "That bloke? He's been in the Coliseum forever, changing his look and whatnot every so often. Ruins perfectly good matches too."
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Red-haired guy? He's been all over the place, as far as I can tell. Always doing leves and bothering the levemetes once they run out."
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I've seen him do healing before. Must be why he looks like a whelp still, keeping his face in one piece."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Used to see him travelling with some people, awfully close to another red-head. Might have been his sister, I suppose."
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Says he's fought Primals and the like. Why the hell's he lounging around the damn tavern all day?"
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Fairly rich guy, it seems. Armor's always really high quality, but he certainly knows his way around a blade. Earned every bit of it, I suppose."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I saw him a few times when he was younger, always with some noble family. I think he was some sort of servant, always staying near the daughter. Wonder what happened to them?"
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Flashy in the Coliseum, but there's something off about him. Once, his helmet got knocked off and all y'could see was this huge smile. His opponent went down in less than a minute after that."
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Stehl? Oh, he spent almost a month in his room you know. If you walked up, you could hear some pretty awful sounds. Crying and speaking to himself in the angriest tones. That girl who was always with him's been gone for a while too."

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: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "... ... ...You'd find hounds more loyal than that fuckin' bastard. Aren't worth your pissin' time." -[[Crimson Elm]]
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[J'intana Mulah]] : A Seeker of the Jackal tribe, the wild and untamable Intana is that special kind of person that turns the Hyur into a babbling fool. What started as a simply conversation developed into a friendship composed of idle banter on how to kill him, casual jabs, and mild flirtation eventually turned nto a blossoming and seemingly one-sided romantic attraction. After he had proclaimed his attraction and affection to her, she eventually returned it and the two came together despite their different views on love and romance. The compromises aren't always simple, but nothing between them ever has been.

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[F'layshia]] : Courtesan, former slave, and disgraced Sultansworn. While not a list of titles to applaud, Stehl managed to look past the cover of the book and get a glimpse of the truth. She's a kindred spirit, each of them somebody who's endured incredibly hardships and refuses to succumb to them. Her efforts have saved his life and opened his closed heart to her, something not many people can claim to have done.

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Zelda Garmhowler]] : Zelda stands apart from the feline ways of Stehl's other two lovers, openly affectionate and caring from the first moment he met her. Though he at first declined her affections, with a bit of a helping hand he found himself able to accept and begin to return them. With her sudden change from Elezen/Hyur half-blood to Miqo'te, he's had to come to terms with the fact she's not the fragile girl he had first seen but a strong woman in her own right.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Gerel Kha]] : The relationship between the Xaela and Midlander is simple at the surface level, and surprisingly deep given the relatively short amount of time they've known each other. She is his blue sister and he is her short, scaleless brother. Each walks their own path on fate's wheel, and they often seem to intersect.

: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Crimson Elm]] : His former lover, the Hellsguard stood out to him for her strong will and the ease she seemed to make friends. Unfortunately, that same strong will that had attracted him in the first place proved to be their undoing as a couple. After raiding the Vault for a book she had deemed worth stealing for a friend, something she had been warned against doing not only by Stehl but by those close to her, her bounty went from half-forgotten to being actively posted on boards again. Having telling her what would result from such actions, he eventually stepped aside to allow her to flee from certain capture. A violation of his personal code that he has come to regret.

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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]
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<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#666666;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''PRONUNCIATION...'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;"> [krim-suh n, -- Elm] </font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#666666;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''NICKNAMES...'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;"> "Redwood" (Abrenard Rondelet), "Big Red" (Roni Oni), "The Big, Angry One" (Helionne), "The Bloody Shadow" (Soaring Salamander crew name)</font>

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<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#666666;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''GENDER...'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;"> Female</font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#666666;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''AGE...'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;"> Undetermined. Thought to be anywhere from 25-31 summers old.</font>

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<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#666666;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''FAMILY...'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;"> '''Mother''': Sunlit Shadow | '''Father''': Grey Mountain | '''Brother''' {deceased}: Leaping Raptor | '''Mentor''': Sarito Carito</font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#666666;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''RESIDENCE...'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;"> The Goblet, Ward 7, Plot 13</font>

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::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">From her mother, Crimson inherited her bright red hair and deep red eyes, though the former does seem to have bits and ends throughout that took to the sun too long. She wears it long, prefering the blissful freedom of having it blow around in the wind as she travels, rather than adhere to the standards of tying it back. Having had her right eye (previously damaged) replaced by the Artifice of Reason, they now match, unlike the off-red hue previously recorded. </div>

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::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Like many of her kind, Crimson is notiably tall and while thicker in muscle than most other races, is surprisingly lacking in physical strength. She is curvy, with more an hourglass figure than the bulk of her kin, with accentuations on hips and chest both. Noticable scars include one along her right eye, which was severely damaged in a battle during her Sky Pirating days, and a wound on her left thigh given to her by a Dzemael lancer.
:: If nothing else, Crimson enjoys adorning her body with different markings, most celebrating an achievement. To note, she has one across her face, likely a tribute to her fallen brother, one along her right arm, symbolizing her triumph in becoming a full Scholar, another on her back of Sharlayan design, and two trailing down her legs, marking both her arrival to the Soaring Salamanders, and her freedom in the skies. It is noted that she has yet to get one for her entry into the Artifice of Reason.</div>

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::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Despite the reputation of a Sky Pirate, Crimson Elm was a Scholar and a researcher long before taking up the wheel of a manacutter. She keeps herself presentable, and if one were to get nearby, they might detect the faintest scents of cinnamon and red wine. </div>

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::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Tough. That is a word that resonates in the very core of what Crimson is. Mentally, Magically, and Morally, Elm embodies strength. Her persona is devoid of nonsense, keeping things to a strict sense of seriousness for the most part. She doesn't tolerate sloppiness of any sort, pushing those she works with and trains to levels some would consider extreme, and chastising failure in any form. With a tongue as sharp as Garlean Steel, Crimson is quick to tell people precisely what she's thinking, when she's thinking it. Stubborn and tenacious to a fault, the woman will do whatever it takes in order to accomplish the things that she wants, and will stoop to whatever means in order to do it. So long as she keeps her honor and gets her way, in her eyes, everything is fair game.
Her exterior is not too unlike a frozen flame: cold at a distance, and passionately burning closer up. The newest member of the Artifice of Reason is quick to cover her emotions, goals, and weaknessses...but give her a means to spark her instant anger, and she becomes a boiling pot of cursing rage. Strangely enough, her actions and ways of speaking cover for an incredibly intelligent woman--she is a Scholar of Nymian Lores, a study of Aetheric Formulae, and a student of Sharlayan knowledge--well-read and with a strikingly good eye for tactics and critical exploitation.

Easily infuriated by the stupidly brash, morally unjust, and careless, many people see Crimson as a hard-ass, incapable of showing emotion beyond scowling and being generally cross. However, she is actually rather sensual, warm, and friendly behind her layers and layers of thick skin. She puts people at their limits to test their abilities, in an attempt to improve themselves. She cares for the safety and well-being of people she meets, but would rather see them fight for their survival, rather than running and hiding.
Although she appears to be reluctant to do so, if asked for advice in the matters of combat, the Sky Pirate is always pleased to test their mettle, reforge it, and improve it. Arrogant to a fault, prideful of her knowledge, heritage, and courage, she finds it difficult to admit when she's wrong, if she ever does at all. To her, weakness is something she'd rather hide.

Despite the crap-free attitude, cold exterior, and less-than-polite means of communication, the Scholar is good at heart. Although her methods are definitely unorthodox, she means well in what she does, and does legitimately feel for people when they're in some form of trouble. She has a soft spot for kids, though she'd never admit it, and takes silent joy in teaching them...even if she does have to ram information into their skulls from time to time. Crimson would do just about anything to defend the unprotected, unwary, and innocent, to include putting her own life on the line. Fearless to death as her father was fearless to the loss of his hand, the Hellsguard takes life by the horns, and refuses to let go. A fighter until the very end, it could very well come to pass that she does go down swinging...

In spite of her demeanor and mannerisms, Crimson Elm is highly intelligent; at a young age she demonstrated an uncanny knack for the arcane arts and was sent from her village to the north to Limsa Lominsa, where she took up tutelage from the finest the Arcanist's Guild had to offer her. She has great experience in the ways of Aether and Magic, with knowledge in survival skills attained only through vigorous amounts of personal experience. While her physical power is lacking from practice, her ability to tap into Aether has become a point of high praise from her allies, and a dangerous mechanic to her foes. </div>

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::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Elm speaks with a hefty Scottish accent, emphasizing on her vowels, while skipping over consonants she finds unneeded (usually, her 'g's'). </div>

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::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Crimson Elm has always been a lover for freedom. Freedom to travel. Freedom to speak. Freedom to practice, so long as it's harmless, whatever you wish. Freedom to love who or what you want. Escaping many a situation where her life might have been locked down, true liberty has always been a pillar of her morals. She is willing to do whatever it takes in order to preserve that for both herself and others she cares for, regardless of how much it might cost.
The Scholar finds ignorance to be the greatest enemy of being liberated, over everything else. Thus, she has sought to teach herself, and strives to teach others, even if it means beating them upside the head to get them to understand what they need to learn. Keeping people uninformed and unintelligent will only regress society, giving way to the rot of collapsing nations, and casting away what could be wonderful potential into the abyss of history, in her opinion. The only true way to set yourself free...is to learn about the world around you, and take advantage of it in every way you can.
Elm also has a vicious taste for dishing out her own brand of justice. She feels strongly about giving people choice to make their lives as blissful as they can, without being pushed down by higher authorities or circumstances. Because of this, she often starts or gets herself into a number of bad situations. Despite how much trouble she'll get into, however, Elm is always willing to do so time and time again. </div>

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: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Combat
"Y'know my type already then, dontcha? Isn't nothin' in this world better than an ol' fashioned brawl to settle things. Say what y'want. I'll fight until the very end."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Ignorance / General Stupidity
"Da always had a way with words. He told me once when I was a wee lass that a fellow without a mind might 's well dig himself a hole to get buried in. You do something stupid in a fight, and y' could lose an arm...Y'do something stupid in life, and y'might just lose the whole bloody pot."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Honor
"Aren't a soul on this planet worth their salt if they've got no morals t'speak of. You do right by others, 'an you'll get all that's worth it."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Rowdy Parties
"Do y'know what's better than bashin' in the heads o' some ass that's gone and done someone a wrong 'r two? The feast that ought n' come afterwards! Say what y'want about the flimmy-flammy soireés they've got in places like Gridania n' Ul'Dah...there's not a place that throws a better rally-up than takin' a pint at the Wench and a supper down at the Bismark. I've seen m'fair share o' good ones in other places...but Limsa's got m'heart."

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"You're going to need more paper mate."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Heat / Humid Environments
"Grew up too much in the stuff to be frank."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Rude, Snarky individuals
"Give me a godsdamned reason t'break your face. Really. Don't give me the respect I deserve. Y'should be kind t'me lad...'cause I can kill any blightin' fool that aren't."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Selfish individuals
"Part o' the reason I went off an' joined up with the Artifice was on account of no-good bastards going about taking thing that coulda been used t'help folks an' selling the shite, 'specially to the thrice-damned Garleans. As if they need the bloody help."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Overly-Controlling persons
"Ye gods, I'll do what I damn well want. Don't make the mistake o' gettin' in my way neither."


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'''Strengths'''
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Incredibly Brave
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Lengthy Combat Experience
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Willing to sacrifice self for the good of her overall goals

: '''Weaknesses'''
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Solitary Hellsguard lifestyle and hardened personality gives little to no understanding of people's emotions, or empathy towards them.
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Socially numb
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Pure, unadulterated Alpha Female (Although it is not entirely out of question that she can be charmed into being more docile with drinks, gifts, long-term kindness, or people more alpha than she is.)
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Painfully blunt -- about as subtle as a Goblin in drag.

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: <b>High:</b> Mind, Piety, Determination
: <b>Above Average:</b> Intelligence
: <b>Average:</b> Vitality
: <b>Low:</b> Strength
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: <b>Mastery:</b> Scholar Lores
: <b>Expert:</b> Aetheric Understanding
: <b>Average:</b> White Magicks
: <b>Novice:</b> Black Magicks
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: <b>Mastery:</b> Aether Shields, Magick-based healing, Nymian Tactics
: <b>Expert:</b> Supportive Skills (IE: Arithmeticks)
: <b>Average:</b> Basic Survival skills
: <b>Poor:</b> Physical Strength, Easily overpowered
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: ● '''Nymian Rally Cry:''' Casts Shell, Haste, Protect, Refresh, Regen, and Float on the entire party.

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: ◘ [https://onedrive.live.com/view.aspx?resid=6877D12E70CAD062!1041&ithint=file%2cods&app=Excel&authkey=!AIbAmnHaP20HgdQ Crimson's Character Sheet]
This handy sheet shows all of Crimson Elm's stats and abilities.
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: <div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; font-family:Georgia;"> • Crimson prefers to keep back, though she isn't shy about throwing herself into harms way if it should come to benefit the party. She is typically found in the far lines, orchestrating tactics and carefully supporting her allies.

• Elm's power lies in her defensive capabilities -- She is incredibly skilled with preventive damage, and with the support of her two fae friends, can easily turn the tide in her favor.

• She is armed with {LIBRA} allowing her to easily detect weaknesses and critical points of her enemies.
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2"> Born in the Hellsguard village of Little Big River, Crimson was bestowed her name in the same way most of her people were-- the first two things her parents saw -- Her mother spotted the elm tree out of the window of their humble home. Her father, on the other hand, saw only the blood that came with the price of childbirth. Such was she bestowed her namesake. Little Big River, a town of so few in number, offered very little to anybody but those in love with the forging of metals and smell of the earth; for it was a place prideful and boundless in its minerals and smithies.

:: Crimson's heart, however, belonged somewhere completely different. It was not the ground she stared at each day in her youth, but the skies. Cloudy, raging with storms, and changing, the young Hellsguard looked upwards at birds and beasts with envy as they soared overhead. The place she lived as stagnant. It never moved, still as the stones her people toiled over each and every day. Every touch of wind on her face was only a bitter reminder that she would never be able to fly from this place, and see lands far away from the rock and bitter heat from volcanoes.

:: Soon, Elm's wanderlust became too great for her to bear. On her eighth summer, she begged her mother and father for a chance to leave the village and explore beyond the boarders of their city-state. Crimson's pleas were met only with outrage and disdain. Their people were hard workers by trade, and not starry-eyed wanderers, after all. Neither the two of them would have such an oddity remain in their daughter's head. In a moment of frustration and panic, Crimson released a burst of Aether potent enough to tremor their little home, and end the debate in a brief moment of power. Sunlit Shadow and Grey Mountain were more than aware of what such an event meant; their only child was bound for better things than soil and fire.

:: Crimson would then travel to the far northern regions, to the Sharlayan colony residing in the Dravanian Hinterlands, to further her desire to study the nature of Aether and magicks. Studying under the watchful eyes of many esteemed scholars and researchers, the Rodegyn's knowledge of the arcane only became more and more adept with the flow of time. On her seventeenth summer, she was sent from her place at Arcana Research Facility in the Paths of Contemplation to study upon the reforming art of Nymian Scholary in Vylbrand. Shortly upon arriving in Limsa, the Rodegyn took up the art of the Arcane, striding through her lessons with surprising ease. Spending nearly five long years under the guidance of the Arcanist's guild, and eventually the 'Tonberry' Scholar Sarito Carito, Elm became a fully-fledged Scholar and a master in her field.

:: This was not to last. Upon returning to the Hinterlands to report of her findings in full to the Ruling Quarter, Elm learned her people were returning to their homeland, for fear of the Garleans and their destructive nature. Crimson, along with so many of those who had come to know this land (and Eorzea) as their second home, insisted on staying to protect the lands from their damnable fate...however...the Exodus went through, and soon, Elm was left alone like so many of her kinsmen. Lost and feeling abandoned, with the prospects of death lurking in the form of the lesser moon, the young woman made her way back to Limsa Lominsa to face the Calamity with her new people.

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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">:: Unfortunately, that brief moment of hope that she might become an upstanding mage and praised hero would almost immediately shatter after her mastery trials. By the sheer grace of the gods, Crimson overheard a conversation while seeking out work in the Drowning Wench. Furious at the weakness of Sharlayan against the Empire and the Calamity, and disgusted by the weakness of the people of Eorzea, Elm took up a position as a Sky Pirate in the ranks of the Soaring Salamanders. It was then, driven by hatred and rage, that she discarded her teachings and the way she'd lived her life for that of violence and power--tapping into a more Umbral power, Crimson became something similar to a Dark Knight in nature...however, it was entirely devoid of the nature to protect.
Vicious and terrible to behold, Elm became a typhoon of suffering and chaos to any ship she deemed worthy of plunder. The Salamanders might not have had so lofty a reputation, if the former Scholar had ever left more than one soul survivor of every ship she took. Her disgust of weakness became a festering hate, craving power and a lust for finding people with as much (or greater) strength than her own. If not kept properly in check...Crimson was more than pleased to leave entire vessels coated in sanguine death. Thus was she given the name, "The Bloody Shadow".

:: The Soaring Salamanders were not to last. Upon capture by a Dzemael raid in the Sea of Clouds, their crew was held captive in the deeper parts of the Vault until judgment could be given to them. Considering them terrorist for their numerous offenses (ranging from noise complaints to literal murder and sabotage,) the entire crew was given the option to repent and surrender their services to Ishgard, or be sentenced to death. Of the one-hundred and twenty-eight members that made up the crew, all but a slim few denied the terms, including Crimson herself. Fortunately, salvation came in the form of a raid upon the sanctum by a certain Warrior of Light and company, in which Crimson was able to orchestrate her escape. Convinced her former family was long lost, Elm returned to Limsa Lominsa, broken and defeated.</font></div><br>
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">And it was upon entering Limsa that she encountered an odd fellow in her old watering hole within the Drowning Wench -- an Elezen man named [[Erimmont_Chevalier|Erimmont Chevalier]] -- who aided a group of scholars, scientists, alchemists, and knowledge...''seekers''. With nowhere else to turn, Crimson Elm joined the ranks of the Artifice of Reason, if not for the hopes of using her skills to aid others...but to find a new thrill and a new love for her soul to take wing upon as she had when the skies were hers to sail, and the spoils were hers to take.

:: Shortly after joining the ranks of the illustrious group, Elm was introduced to their partners of trade: a group of Sky Pirates. While somewhat tempted to abandon the Artifice and join their crew, Crimson decides against it, as her connections with the Sky Pirates may have given her much experience in combat, but had left too many a scar in her heart. Electing to return back to her scholarly ways, and continue her study of aether in wildlife, Elm celebrates on her own with a drink...until she makes banter with one of the veteran members of the Free Company, an Elezen-turned-Dravanian named [[Abrenard_Rondelet|Abrenard Rondelet]]. The two immediately hit it off ((if what one considers 'hitting it off' to be insulting one another back and forth for hours, and half drinking themselves to a standstill,)) forming an interesting psuedo-rivaly between them. Learning of Ishgard's hatred of Rondelet only strengthens her feeling towards him, knowing all too well what sort of life that is to lead, and has some compassion towards him for his service to others in spite of it.

::: The former prisoner of Ishgard also makes friends with Elpaeux Reaufond, an Au Ra whose memory has been claimed by what appears to be an accident at sea. He is an awkward, goofy soul, and the pair take to one another quickly, despite Crimson's rough exterior. She quickly becomes fond of him, feeling bad for his helplessness, and invites him to keep with her in the Artifice's quarters until he is more fully recovered.

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:: Weeks after her adventure through old Sharlayan, the Headquarters of the Artifice suffered a heavy blow. Wards of protection, created by Free Company leader [[Ravusa_Evomere|Ravusa Evomere]], were shattered open, and Abrenard's room torn through...with the scaled Elezen missing in the night. Staving down their panic, the group of Erimmont, Shiori, Caelenn Mhlar (an astrologian), Kiruh'a Larke (one of the company's most potent offensive elementalists,) and Odette Saoirse searched his quarters for any sort of sign to aid them in finding him. They discover a lead in the form of a man named Gespard, a friend of Abrenard's when he'd once served as a Dragoon long ago, and a group of crazed zealots seeking refuge somewhere in Ishgardian lands. As one group splits up to investigate the Brume, where rumors of Ishgard oft find themselves laid bare, Crimson keeps behind with Erimmont, Caelenn, and Odette to further investigate the breaking of their most esteemed mage's wards.

::: Caelenn and Crimson, both well-versed in Aetheric studies, discover their protections were not shattered by any person who had broken into their midst, but an artifact attuned to their location...accessed from a location somewhere within the Coerthas Western Highlands. Together, they trap the traces of the power from this artifact within a crystal shard, aspected to its aetherial signature. While directed by Shiori to wait for further instructions, Crimson ignores her requests, beginning to do her own search without the stone in Coerthas Central Highlands.

:: With little luck on her lonesome, Elm becomes bitter and discouraged. Already viciously discomforted by being around Ishgard, the place where her life of freedom had been viciously stripped, the burden of quickly locating her comrade in arms began to weigh on her. Knowing full-well what happened to those associated with wyrms in the territory of the Holy See, the former Sky Pirate trudged through snow and ice, making her way through sun and storms alike in hopes of even a whisper of the former Elezen. Her frustrations are made all too clear in her reactions and interactions with her fellow intellectuals when she returns back to their Headquarters, and she retires to Abrenard's still-ruined room, brooding ever the while.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Rodelet's Retrieval</div>====

:: Caelenn's aetherial shard makes way with purpose only days later, turning their path to Western Coerthas to an abandoned mill out in the ice and snow. While there is a trace of neither Abrenard nor his captors, they leave behind the artifact used to break their wards, a single scale from their comrade, a discarded horn, and ample amounts of blood in a bale of hay. Elm herself checks the fires left behind only bells ago to discover a nearly-ashen map with only the word 'Hemlock' writ on what little is left upon it to read. Without a second thought, Crimson insists they move quickly, panicked by the sight of the scaled Elezen's person upon the bloodied ground.

:: As Odette and Erimmont make their way to infiltrate the zealots from the inside, Caelenn and Elm mistakenly bring the wrath of the Hemlock forces down upon themselves. Taking refuge behind a building near the far cliffside, the pair of healers desperately make for a distraction while Shiori and Kiruh'a back up the duo within enemy lines. Despite their abilities to shield, even their combined strength could not hold against the sheer might of the opposing mages and the number of arrows in their wake. Bitter emotion and the hope of finding her comrade was all that kept Crimson in place, her determination to keep Abrenard from harm stronger than any magicks or weapons their foes could conjure.

:: Whilst the pirate and astrologian protected themselves against the onslaught as long as they were able, the second team was able to locate Abrenard and his captor...his former brother in arms, Gespard. Horrified and stricken with madness upon seeing his once-brother in such a state, the Dragoon had torn horn, scale, tail, and blood from Abrenard in an attempt to 'clean' him and return him to his beautiful former self, uncaring that such an act would surely kill him in the process. Their fear becoming furious panic, the intellectuals inside the main building began tearing apart Gespard's plans, shattering the barrier that kept him safe from their prize and carrying away the severely injured Rodelet. In the process, the twisted Dragoon was captured by Erimmont, taken in tow with his former brother in arms back to the Artifice Headquarters.
::: Crimson and Caelenn, left to fend on their own in the bitter cold against a number far exceeding their own, manage only just barely to escape the fray...however, not without paying a costly fee; Elm's legs were severely crisped from the bought against their superior casters, and the Miqo'te suffered some minor injuries in the last few moments.

:: Returning to their base within the Goblet, the weary group began to hurriedly tend to Abrenard's life-threatening injuries. Shiori, Erimmont, and Kiruh'a worked tirelessly to make the process as painless as possible, but the damage to both 'cleansing' and the mask upon Rondelet's face were too great to reverse in such precious little time. Meanwhile, Caelenn went to mending Elm's damaged legs, the fire magic doing well to ensure it would take quite a while for her to walk properly. With no clear way to remove the mask from the Elezen's face, Crimson resolves to visit the Sharlayan Library in what she'd once called her home, utterly determined to return her comrade in arms to a state of health.

::: ((You can read the entire adventure here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fVI_Rk9eoKR2Z2fdI4xtO9As2SHNXCINSbCfI1hXEFg/edit))

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Revisiting Sharlayan</div>====

:: Days later, Elm is introduced to a self-proclaimed Spell-Hunter by the name of Nekuni Nonakuni, and his moogle partner. Board member [[Shiori_Eikitaika|Shiori Eikitaika]], (a fellow Scholar), sends them both on a mission to the Aurum Vale, following a collection of rumors and reports of a massive cyclops taking residence within. The battle was hard-fought, but the Lalafell and Roedagyn duo bested the towering creature, and managed to take the beast back to the Artifice Headquarters without issue. Crimson gained a deep respect for the Paladin spellseeker, and found herself the first friend she'd made in the group.

:: Days later, Nekuni gathered a team to begin clearing the path to the legendary Sharlayan library of Gubal. Volunteering based on her knowledge of the place in its twilight years, Crimson goes along to give some insight, and perhaps find something in the ruins she'd once called her home. However, she would find little more than the bitter taste of reality on their travels--little to naught remained of the great lands once held by the educated empire. The Calamity had spared little of the Sharlayan city, with its buildings in chaos and taken in bulk by the Goblins who had come to make such a place their home. Flora and fauna alike had overrun the once-proud structures, leaving little more than rubble in their wake. Such was a shattering wakeup call to the Sky Pirate.
Within the Library itself held some hope to aiding their injured friend, Abrenard Rondelet, whose life was endangered by an ancient mask after his abduction. Desperate to find some knowledge to save his life, the party ventured deep into the very heart of the hold, where they collected the Demon Tome and the Book of Byblios--the latter containing a variety of aetheric-based curses, relics, and counter-curses. It was with these two items, along with a work detailing some research into the Aetherial Sea, that Elm hoped to save the Ishgardian Sky Pirate's life.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">The Black Knight of Ala Mhigo</div>====

:: Shortly after the events of Abrenard's capture and the collection of the tomes from the Great Gubal Library, Crimson began searching for persons sympathetic to their cause. One such case was a man in the Quicksand within Ul'Dah...and such an event might change both of their lives.
At first, he nearly didn't notice she'd been there, standing on the opposite wall, staring at him after commenting how long he'd been standing there. It was true, the Black Knight had indeed been keeping to a perch near a pillar in the busy tavern for lengthy periods of time...but this was where he felt the most clear-headed. This was his place of solace. And it was in this way that he commented. Elm thought this peculiar, given the chaos of the place, and so the conversation went on. Every day, the Scholar returned to the Quicksand to seek further information, and every day, he was there. Waiting. It was quicker than either the two of them expected that their friendship blossomed.

::[[Stehl_Helmgarde|Stehl Helmgarde]]--the Black Knight--soon found himself elbows deep in companionship from the Roegadyn, and invited her to a dinner at the Bismark. From there, they only learned more of one another, despite one another's deep discomfort; neither the two of them were much for romantics, and both were not wont to divulge much to others who might have asked. Fate, however, defied even these secretly shy souls...on the lower decks of Limsa Lominsa, when the moon had reached the heavens and the stars shined down upon the lands below, Stehl and Crimson shared their emotions through a kiss, lighting a powderkeg of emotion and relief. Such began the first real relationship that she had ever been part of.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">The Heretic's Heirloom</div>====

:: Many a moon later, ((three months, to be more exact,)) Diveroix Velmontis joined the Artifice of Reason, lamenting to those who had come to greet him of the terrible fate that had befallen his line. His ancestors branded heretics by the old Holy See, they'd been stripped of both dignity and power in the form of their ancient tome--one said to contain lost dark magicks. However eager Crimson was to take back from the theiving bigots, it was with very little enthusiasm that she came to learn of the book's location...the very Vault she'd escaped out of only so long ago. Despite enormous opposition from the Artifice's members (most notably Shiori, Erimmont, and the former Temple Knight, [[Helionne_Gevair|Helionne]],) Crimson was utterly determined to see the wrongs done to the young lad corrected. Shiori demanded she turn in her linkpearl and quit the Artifice if she were to continue on her set path and, reluctantly, the other complied. Knowing if she were captured or killed, the Ishgardians would likely retaliate upon the Free Company--an event Elm couldn't bear to bring down on her new family should she fail.

::It was not to say, however, that the former Sky Pirate wouldn't begin her quest on a more diplomatic point. Seeking to speak with the leaders of the newly-formed House of Nobles, Crimson found only the pointed ends of spears to welcome her back to the Holy City. <small> ((BECAUSE RNG SAID 'HEY, LET'S ROLL A 58 FOR DIPLOMACY!')) </small> Barely escaping the trap, Elm fled into the Vault, back into the source of her nightmares, and lost her would-be captors in the maze-like interior of the Church. There, she stealthily procured the tome Diveroix needed, and only managed to flee the area by the skin of her teeth.

::Unfortunately, chaos had unfurled back at the Artifice. Upon returning triumphantly, she was immediately taken by Shiori and Helionne, who intended to turn her in to the Temple Knights for her crime. Flanked by Stehl, Elm was cornered, with only one means of escaping. Even more surprising to the Scholar was the fact that Abrenard had been restored to his normal self and, despite her aid and fevor in trying to save him, was part of those who stood in her path. Stunned and heartbroken over such extreme measures off one small decision, Crimson was forced to flee the Artifice of Reason and those she cared most for.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Cereleum Skies and Sanctuary</div>====
Abandoning her friends and family, Crimson found herself wearily treading through the Lavender Beds in a desperate search for safety. With both Ishgard and the Artifice of Reason now actively searching for her, the Roegadyn could fine little solace in hiding alone. Found by a Garlean turncoat named Titor nan Jaraba, she was taken to the Cereleum Sanctum, home of Cereleum Sky Ventures--a magiteck and aetherial research center. After several days of being tended to by medical professionals within the facility, Elm vowed to repay their kindness as best she was able, offering her knowledge of the War of the Magi and her experiences with the Artifice of Reason to them. Titor agreed to these terms, allowing her to stay in the area for as long as she required it.

Shortly after her recovery, Elm made friends with Titor's uncle, the goofy Magiteck Engineer, Tertius nan Celerus. Quickly becoming soft for the man (if not because of complex nature and silly mannerisms), she swore never to call him anything other than his true, full title, insisting she had no hatred for Garleans, but instead the Empire in which they served. Learning that the Garlean had a dream to one day harness aether, and wanting to aid him, Crimson began her research on what many might consider impossible--granting those without aetheric manipulation the means to do so.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Back to Black</div>====
Within the facility, the Scholar met an Ishgardian/Garlean Miqo'te named Zariaa Astrae. Emotionally shaken by the recent loss of her husband and family, Elm felt the need to cheer her up in her own...unique Crimson sort of way. As the two became closer, the Roegadyn insisted on teaching her to properly maintain her (unusually high) content of Umbral-aspected Aether, in the form of the Dark Arts--the path of what many considered "Dark Knight".

However, that training would be cut abruptly by an interfering party; Zariaa's sister, a Garlean sympathizer going by the name "Bellona." The trained skillshot fired several aetherial arrows into Elm and Zariaa both before vanishing into the Coerthas snows without a trace. Crimson, badly wounded, is escorted back to the Cereleum Skys Headquarters. However, her stay would not be long, as Elm continue to feel homesick and wanting for her former Free Company, abandoning the facility shortly after her recovery.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Dead, but not gone</div>====
Returning back to Ul'Dah in a disguise, the Hellsguard searched for her lover, aching to know he was well, and wishing to give him some manner of solace, knowing full well her betrayal had caused him so much suffering. However, he had not yet returned to that familiar pillar, and so she would return every day, seeking out the Black Knight of Ala Mhigo. It was on accident alone that Elm was apprehended by a lalafellan assassin named Ali Gani, who, instead of turning her in for the hefty bounty on her head, escorted her away from the area. The softhearted machinist would listen to her story, and suggested to her that she fake her own death if seeing Stehl was so important to her. Agreeing to aid the diminutive lad should the need ever arise (as well as settle his numerous bar tabs,) they began constructing an elaborate plan to fool Ishgard into believing her dead.

Ali and Elm infiltrated a league of brigands on the open sea, fighting through their numbers and felling their captain, a Hellsguard Roegadyn named Fighting Dove. After procuring the corpse, however, Gani stated they would need a particular piece of alchemy known to be extremely rare--the fabled phial of fantasia. They would seek the aid of an ally to the assassin, who agreed to concoct the draft for them, should they be able to procure the Chimera Tears that aid as a catalyst for it. Following several leads, Crimson and Ali Gani dove into the deepest pits of Cutter's Cry, killing the beast that dwelt within its shadowy depths and gathering the tears they needed.

The Fantasia completed, Crimson took up cover as a Xaela named Miko Hizuki until such time that Ali could take the body of Fighting Dove, newly changed to Elm's appearance. It was then that she came across a mutual friend of both her and Stehl, the Quicksand regular Allister Dedrick. He informs the Sharlayan that Stehl is alive and well...and presently dating another of their mutual friends, a Sunkeeper Hunter named J'intana Mulah. Dedrick also claims that she was "his backup plan", and that the Miqo'te had always been his first choice of partner for life, stating that the fact the Ala Mhigan had gone after her was "a real surprise." Allister then states that Stehl has been surrounded by a flock of ever-increasing magnitude as of late...almost entirely made up of women looking to hook up with him. Utterly shattered, Crimson flees, returning to Vylbrand for some hope of comfort.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Buried, but breathing</div>====
With the Fantasia finally wearing off and Crimson's bounty now paid in full, the Scholar found herself wandering, lost and heartbroken. Steeling her fury and her resolve, she confronts Stehl herself, resulting in a spar between the two in which she was the loser. After leaving her to live another day, the Artifice member uses the power of his Echo to glimpse into his past, showing her the pain he'd been through in hopes it might calm her, telling the woman he had "buried" the love he had for her. Instead however, it merely sought to spark out the hatred she had for both the man and what she considered to be her harem--in her eyes, she considered him a traitor to her for all the pain she'd gone through merely to see him again--feeling that he had betrayed her completely, as Hellsguard are highly traditional and often keep with the first person they lay with. Heart and soul completely decimated, she fled Eorzea, seeking solace in the abyss of the Sea of Clouds once again.

However, no crews would take her, rumors of her former brutality too great for even the most foul of pirates to warrant keeping her around. Feeling abandoned and alone, Crimson wandered alone, feeling as though the woman she had once been had also been laid to rest. No longer considering herself Sharlayan, a Scholar, or a Sky Pirate, Elm went into a spiral of crippling depression for several moons on her own. During such time, she threw herself at various amounts of men, aching to be rid of the constant suffering in her soul, desperate to fill the void Stehl had ripped into her--the number of which include Elpeaux Rondford, Kyrun Yun, Yoshi Ebonclaw, Yomi Kyuga, Aelfred Seigmondson, and nearly included Allister Dedrick himself until his striking likeness to her former lover sank in. Regardless of her efforts though, the Sharlayan was unable to feel the way she once had.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">What Miracles Blacksmiths Can Make</div>====

:And it was in Camp Cloudtop that Crimson regained a small piece of who she was before...and it came in the strangest of ways--a Blacksmith from Limsa Lominsa by the name of Haemrbroda Thorsyn. The man was a persistent one, constantly seeking out the woman's companionship, even on the threat of death and suffering. Regardless of how many times Elm would punish him, the Seawolf continued to return every day, offering her a drink and some pleasant company to hear her woes. Finally, after several weeks of this game continuing, Crimson obliged and allowed him to take her to Rosewood for a short date.

What ended up instead was an adventure in itself. Elm, though feeling incredibly guilty about her feelings, was beginning to enjoy herself in the company of the older Lominsan. She found him amusing, intelligent, crafty, lecherous, attractive, and incredibly kind, taking a liking to him immediately. After several ales and a night of high passions finally released, the Scholar abandoned Haemrbroda the next morning. Feeling that she could never love again, that her heart had been buried alongside Stehl's love for her, Crimson fled Rosewood on the back of her Zu Shemzai, seeking refuge in the Dravanian Hinterlands...in the ruins of her former life. However...Thorsyn would not be deterred or abandoned again; stealing an airship from Cloudtop, he chased after the woman and talked sense into her, begging her to remain with him. Shouting that he was tired and aching of being abandoned, and listening to Elm's broken heart as she told him her pains, they wept together and decided between the pair of them that they would take things one day at a time....together.

After an incident (involving indecent exposure and an attempt at public fornication,) in Idyllshire, Crimson and Haemrbroda fled the city, chased after by a crew of extremely disgruntled pirates. Fleeing to Halgr's Crucible in the Sea of Clouds, they decided between themselves that they would become a pair--partners in the skies together as their own little crew. Having left behind his life of smithing and returning to piracy, Thorsyn boasted how incredibly alive he felt, and claimed he would follow the woman to the ends of the earth and back...but insisted on being called 'Captain' regardless. With an abundance of gil between the pair of them, Elm and Haemr began construction on their own private airship...a place where they could live and revel in their life of freedom in the skies together.

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<div style="display: inline-block; margin: 0px 20px 10px 20px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;"><font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font> Neutral</div>
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:ღ Haemrbroda Thorsyn -- At ten years her senior, one might have thought the relationship a little odd...but Thorsyn, being a former pirate himself, was quickly able to wriggle his way through the exterior of the formerly heartbroken Sky Pirate. The Blacksmith treats Elm as both a goddess and (more recently) as a 'pet' when they are wont to tumble with one another...which...is often. Crimson utterly adores the man, though she would never admit it to anybody but him, as her personality is not used to affection, and is still bruised by Stehl's abandonment. Finding him to be amusing and entertaining, capable of keeping up with her and keeping her grounded, the Sharlayan owes her newfound life to the blacksmith that had repaired her shattered heart with his dedication and affection.

:♡ Stehl Helmgarde -- The Black Knight of Ala Mhigo is presently Elm's closest friend, and lover. Somehow, someway, he was able to charm himself through Crimson's harsh exterior and blunt mannerisms, and even get her to show her more romantic side. Shy and goofy when they're together, Crimson has come to be very taken with the Hyur, even going to far as to allow him to offically be her sweetheart. However...now that he has "buried" his feelings for her, and she has been utterly distraught with her jealousy of his harem, there is little that could be said of the pair... Crimson, though wracked with hate and fury towards the man, still loves him with what parts of her heart he laid to rest.

:♡ Abrenard Rondelet -- Far from the most...smoothly of running relationships, the pasttime of Crimson and Abenard is the art of trading insults back and forth, until inevitably, one of them passes out from the drink. With both of them having such fiery, compassionate spirits, they clash constantly...which, for some reason, only seems to make them more attracted to one another. Neither the two of them are quite willing to admit there's more beneath their sarcastic, witty, blunt natures...quite yet...But it's quite clear, they're fond of each other in more ways than friendly comebacks.

:♦ Nekuni Nonakuni -- The diminutive Lalafell Spellhunter charmed his way into the Rodegyn's rough exterior when they discovered a common, burning desire for exploration, collection, and adventure. They have done a great deal of work on the behalf of the Artifice, to include the capture of the Coincounter Cyclops in Aurum Vale. It was Crimson who comforted the young lad when word of Roni Oni reached him, cementing him as a close friend.

:✔ Ciabard Ebonfire -- The ancient man of Mhachi has become a welcome collegue to Crimson, as they exchange information on what were once mortal enemies of eld and muse together on troubles within and around their Free Company. She greatly respects and admires the wisdom of the older man, and considers him of high esteem.

:✔ Caelynn Mhlar -- Forming strong bonds of kinship while fighting for their lives on many a moment of battle already, the Scholar has a great deal of respect towards the Astrologian for her battle powress, her quick thinking, and her sweet heart.

:✔ Ravusa Evomere -- Affectionately (?) referred to as "Boss". Crimson always had an endearing respect for whoever was in charge of her company, with the well-read Elezen leader of the Artifice of Reason being far from an exception. The Thaumaturge has spared Elm a great deal of pain (and even death,) on several occassions so far.

:✖ Helionne Gevair -- Naturally, someone who had been fighting the Holy See would not take kindly to a Temple Knight joining the Artifice...however...events are slowly changing Elm's mind on the subject of the city of Ishgard, and the people she had once called enemies.

:✖ Shiori Eikitaika -- Needless to say that Elm's brash nature and way of seeing things done, clashes with the Institute Leader's more slow, methodical and thought-out processes. Crimson's multiple charges of completely disobeying her orders definitely didn't help.

:� Erimmont Chevalier -- The Elezen from the Shroud was the first of the Artifice to know Crimson; he recruited her from the Upper Decks. However, conflict between Monty, Shiori, Stehl, and Crimson have caused the Roegadyn to deeply question her relations to the hermit.

:✔ Tertius nan Celerus -- Though the Empire is far from her fondest subject, Elm seems to have a strangely close endearment to the Magiteck Engineer...

:✔ Zariaa Astrae -- Crimson's pupil in the ways of the Dark Knight and Umbral Aethers...in addition to being both a rival and a friend...

:✝ Roni Oni -- While their time together was brief, it was Roni who had first introduced himself to Elm, and eventually had her making friends within the Free Company. The stout-hearted, loud-mouthed Lalafell held a soft spot in her heart, as they were kindred in their nature and mannerisms. The loss of Oni has put a deep bruise on Crimson's heart.

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'''Sunlit Shadow''': Crimson's mother. Formerly, she worked as a sellsword before Ala Mhigo was taken, and barely escaped with her life. Quiet, reserved, and sunny in her personality, she was killed during the Calamity when it utterly decimated the town of Little Big River.

'''Grey Mountain''': Father to Crimson. He'd toiled within the earth since the day he'd learned to hold a pickaxe. Stubborn, hard-working, and boistrous in nature, he was a character all in his own right, lighting up a room with his jolly presence. Along with his wife, he was killed in the Calamity.

'''Booming Lake''': Elm's older brother, an architect in Ala Mhigo. The first of the twelve children, born to represent Bryegot. Killed in the sacking of Ala Mhigo by Garleans, allowing his mother to flee.

'''Dancing River''': Elm's older sister, a songstress in the local tavern in the town of Little Big River before the Calamity. The second of twelve children, born to represent Menphia. Presumed dead.

'''Golden Raven''': Elm's older sister, a librarian in Little Big River before the Calamity. The third of twelve children, born to represent Thaliak. Presumed dead.

'''Great Flood''': Elm's older brother, a fisherman in Little Big River before the Calamity. The fourth of twelve children, born to represent Llymlaen. Presumed dead.

'''Howling Hawk''': Elm's older brother, a weaver in Little Big River, before the Calamity. The fifth of twelve children, born to represent Nymeia. Presumed dead.

'''Leaping Raptor''': Elm's older brother, a blacksmith in the town of Little Big River before the Calamity hit it. The sixth of twelve children, born to represent Halone. Whereabouts presently unknown.

'''Shadowed Oak''': Elm's older brother, a hunter who prided himself on his skills. Seventh of twelve children, born to represent Rhalgr. Whereabouts presently unknown.

'''Silver Moon''': Elm's older sister, who left Little Big River to become a thespian in Ul'Dah. Eighth of twelve, born to represent Azeyma. Killed in the Calamity.

'''Burning Path''': Elm's older brother, a guard killed in an Ixal raid. Ninth of twelve, born to represent Nald'thal.

'''Emerald Song''': Elm's older sister, a botanist and alchemist in Little Big River, before the Calamity. Tenth of twelve children, born to represent Nophica. Presumed dead.

'''Joyful Breeze''': Crimson's younger sister, a bright and cheery miner in Little Big River alongside her mother and father. The last of the children between them, born to represent Althyk. Killed in the Calamity.


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• Surito Carito -- A once Lalafellan Scholar of ancient Nym, preserved through a terrible curse. He seeks to find a cure to the state of his people...even at the cost of his own life. Witty, tactical, and unparalleled in his intelligence, he taught Crimson all she knows of Nymian Lore.

•P'tahl U'zda -- A Miq'ote Warrior, and former member of the Soaring Salamanders; a good friend to Elm in her time there. The raid from House Dzemael caused him to be paralyzed from the waist down, but his dedication to the crew moved Crimson to carry him as they escaped the Vault. He now lives peacefully in solitude within the town of Wineport.

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=Rumors=
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<p><div align=center><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><small>Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated.</small></div></div></p>

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: <font style="color:#0000ff;" size="2">■</font> "Thal's balls, look at her. Looks like a sky pirate, if you ask me." -- ''Yellowjacket Ryssfloh''
: <font style="color:#0000ff;" size="2">■</font> "You'd think with as big as that tome is, it held the secrets to the bleedin' cosmos." -- ''A passerby in Ul'Da''
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: <font style="color:#ff0000;" size="2">■</font> "I know her face. She was a young lass around these parts once. Fantastic Arcanist." -- ''A fisherman of Limsa''
: <font style="color:#ff0000;" size="2">■</font> "I saw her, once, in the Drowning Wench...I don't think I've ever seen a woman drink that much in my life." — ''A conjurer near Hawthorne Hut''.
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: <font style="color:#00ff00;" size="2">■</font> "Looks a lot like the Bloody Salvation what're wanted in Ishgard...if she was missin' an eye, I could make myself some coin..." — ''Loitering Pirate''.
: <font style="color:#00ff00;" size="2">■</font> "Did you see that tattoo on her leg? I heard...that might be a Soaring Salamander mark. Sh-should I tell a Yellowjacket?" — ''Mihko Zihko''.
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: <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "Rumor" — ''[[Rumormonger]]''.
: <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "Rumor" — ''[[Rumormonger]]''.

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: ■ <b>Ul'Dah - Quicksand :</b> High
: ■ <b>La Noscea - The Floating City of Nym :</b> High
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:♦ <b>Crimson's Tome:</b> Crimson's personal Tome. Contains information of Nymian Lore tactics, as well as several thousand pages of Aetheric data on various objects, people, and places she's seen in her travels, as well as the nature of said data. This tome is stupidly heavy, nearly weighing several ponze. It's a book only a Roegadyn would carry around...

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Crimson Elm

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TheRetro: /* Biography */

<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #D84949;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">'''<big>House Dzemael Files: LXXVIII</big>'''
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The following is a documentation taken by a member of House Dzemael, shortly after the (brief) detainment of known sky pirate, looter, and terrorist, Crimson Elm.
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: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Gender''' : Female
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Race''': Hellsguard Rodegyn
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Citizenship''' : Limsa Lominsa / Camp Cloudtop
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Age''' : Undetermined.
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Alignment''': [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Vice(s)''': Good Wine, Challenges, and Delicious Food
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Food''': [http://xivdb.com/item/14138/Loaghtan+Steak Loaghtan Steak]
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Drink''': [http://http://xivdb.com/item/7963/Chilled+Red Chilled Red]
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Color''': Red
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">♦</font> '''Server''': Balmung

[[File:Crimson Elm.png|framed|Notorious Sky Pirate, Scholar, Explorer, and Terrorist, Crimson Elm]]

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Personality and Appearance</div>===
: Even among her own race, Crimson towers at a whopping 167 ilms tall, her height attributed to her father (Grey Mountain) who clocked in at an incredible 201. Her dark, caramel skin has been modified through decades of being out in the sunlight, whether growing up in the villages of the northern Hellsguard, or out exploring the vast wilds of Eorzia. Her hair (a gift from her mother, Sunlit Shadow,) has been cut into a short bob, though it has been rumored that she once had the most beautiful red locks north of the Black Shroud. A feature of note is her right eye, which has been scared and damaged as a result of a conflict between herself and a rival Sky Pirate during her early days at the trade. Crimson sports a gem in the middle of her forehead (a common trait amongst the religious Hellsguard, who often don it as an expression of warding away evil,) and a long tattoo across the bridge of her nose, moving across both of her cheeks. Despite her slight disfiguration, Elm is a rather beautiful specimen of her species, however she posesses a "resting bitch face" that constantly makes her look as though she's in a foul mood. With the addition of her rarely ever smiling, people generally assume she's always in a bad way. She is a woman who takes random items from her adventures, often adding them to her attire as a bizarre manner of trophy; most notably are the red gem shards on her sleeves (previously the property of the Aether used to battle Ifrit), the fangs and various beads donning her signature bandanna (from assorted kills out in the Diadem), and a choker from House Fortemps (stripped from a former supporter of the Archbishop.) Elm is never seen without her flagon of fine ale, or her aether compass, despite the latter no longer functioning properly. Her taste in clothing is often simple and situation-appropriate--while she does have a love for fancy things in her lifestyle--Crimson feels anything too flamboyant attracts unwanted attention and could even get people into trouble.

: Tough. That is a word that resonates in the very core of what Crimson is. Mentally, Magically, and Morally, Elm embodies strength. Her persona is devoid of nonsense, keeping things to a strict sense of seriousness for the most part. She doesn't tolerate sloppiness of any sort, pushing those she works with and trains to levels some would consider extreme, and chastising failure in any form. With a tongue as sharp as Garlean Steel, Crimson is quick to tell people precisely what she's thinking, when she's thinking it. Stubborn and tenacious to a fault, the woman will do whatever it takes in order to accomplish the things that she wants, and will stoop to whatever means in order to do it. So long as she keeps her honor and gets her way, in her eyes, everything is fair game.
Her exterior is not too unlike a frozen flame: cold at a distance, and passionately burning closer up. The newest member of the Artifice of Reason is quick to cover her emotions, goals, and weaknessses...but give her a means to spark her instant anger, and she becomes a boiling pot of cursing, cutting, and crazed rage.

Easily infuriated by the stupidly brash, morally unjust, and careless, many people see Crimson as a hard-ass, incapable of showing emotion beyond scowling and being generally cross. However, she is actually rather sensual, warm, and friendly behind her layers and layers of thick skin. She puts people at their limits to test their abilities, in an attempt to improve themselves. She cares for the safety and well-being of people she meets, but would rather see them fight for their survival, rather than running and hiding.
Although she appears to be reluctant to do so, if asked for advice in the matters of combat, the Sky Pirate is always pleased to test their mettle, reforge it, and improve it. Arrogant to a fault, prideful of her knowledge, heritage, and courage, she finds it difficult to admit when she's wrong, if she ever does at all. To her, weakness is something she'd rather hide.

Despite the crap-free attitude, cold exterior, and less-than-polite means of communication, the Scholar is good at heart. Although her methods are definitely unorthodox, she means well in what she does, and does legitimately feel for people when they're in some form of trouble. She has a soft spot for kids, though she'd never admit it, and takes silent joy in teaching them...even if she does have to ram information into their skulls from time to time. Crimson would do just about anything to defend the unprotected, unwary, and innocent, to include putting her own life on the line. Fearless to death as her father was fearless to the loss of his hand, the Hellsguard takes life by the horns, and refuses to let go. A fighter until the very end, it could very well come to pass that she does go down swinging...

In spite of her demeanor and mannerisms, Crimson Elm is highly intelligent; at a young age she demonstrated an uncanny knack for the arcane arts and was sent from her village to the north to Limsa Lominsa, where she took up tutelage from the finest the Arcanist's Guild had to offer her. She has great experience in the ways of Aether and Magic, with knowledge in survival skills attained only through vigorous amounts of personal experience. While her physical power is lacking from practice, her ability to tap into Aether has become a point of high praise from her allies, and a dangerous mechanic to her foes.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Additional Information</div>===

'''Strengths:'''
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Incredibly Brave
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Lengthy Combat Experience
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Willing to sacrifice self for the good of her overall goals
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Well-seasoned in the workings of various aether types (Black Mage, White Mage, Astrologian, Scholar, and Summoner.)

'''Weaknesses'''
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Solitary Hellsguard lifestyle and hardened personality gives little to no understanding of people's emotions, or empathy towards them.
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Socially numb
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Pure, unadulterated Alpha Female (Although it is not entirely out of question that she can be charmed into being more docile with drinks, gifts, long-term kindness, or people more alpha than she is.)
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Painfully blunt -- about as subtle as a Goblin in drag.

''Additional Notes:''

Has a heavy Gaelic/Scottish accent to her vernacular, in spite of being so learned, due to years among what many would assume to be common rabble.

The personal airship she was bestowed upon becoming a veteran member of the Soaring Salamanders, the Hashmal, is still missing; likely in the hands of the Ishguardians.

Her only companions through the years Crimson actually likes include her parrot Shemzai and her ill-tempered Chocobo, Strahl. Both of them bite.

Crimson has a terrible, paralyzing fear of Fire. She refuses to practice the form of Black Magic after accidentally setting an Amalj'aa camp ablaze. The screams still remind her soundly that no good ever came from the flames of death and destruction. She uses only Ice Magic if she absolutely must resort to the Black Arts.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #900C3F;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===

=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====

:: Born in the Hellsguard village of Little Big River, Crimson was bestowed her name in the same way most of her people were-- the first two things her parents saw -- Her mother spotted the elm tree out of the window of their humble home. Her father, on the other hand, saw only the blood that came with the price of childbirth. Such was she bestowed her namesake. Little Big River, a town of so few in number, offered very little to anybody but those in love with the forging of metals and smell of the earth; for it was a place prideful and boundless in its minerals and smithies.

:: Crimson's heart, however, belonged somewhere completely different. It was not the ground she stared at each day in her youth, but the skies. Cloudy, raging with storms, and changing, the young Hellsguard looked upwards at birds and beasts with envy as they soared overhead. The place she lived as stagnant. It never moved, still as the stones her people toiled over each and every day. Every touch of wind on her face was only a bitter reminder that she would never be able to fly from this place, and see lands far away from the rock and bitter heat from volcanoes.

:: Soon, Elm's wanderlust became too great for her to bear. On her eighth summer, she begged her mother and father for a chance to leave the village and explore beyond the boarders of their city-state. Crimson's pleas were met only with outrage and disdain. Their people were hard workers by trade, and not starry-eyed wanderers, after all. Neither the two of them would have such an oddity remain in their daughter's head. In a moment of frustration and panic, Crimson released a burst of Aether potent enough to tremor their little home, and end the debate in a brief moment of power. Sunlit Shadow and Grey Mountain were more than aware of what such an event meant; their only child was bound for better things than soil and fire.

=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage Years</div>=====

:: Not long after the argument with her family, Crimson was sent to Limsa Lominsa by the village elder, in hopes she would return more learned and share her knowledge with their people. However, that would be the very last time that Crimson Elm would ever see her childhood home, or any of her people, ever again. Shortly upon arriving in Limsa, the Rodegyn took up the art of the Arcane, striding through her lessons with surprising ease, and nearly mastering both aspects of the field in little over two years. With her appetite for power only whetted, Crimson traveled to Ul'Da, where she took up the arms of Thaumaturge and began practicing black arts. Unexpectedly, her path to becoming a full Black Mage was interrupted immediately while on a patrol aiding a group of Flame Privates. An Amal'ja village was discovered not far from Little Ala Mhigo, and in an effort to take first blood to the beastmen, the Flames took to assaulting the place. Elm, in a panic upon being besieged, beset Fire magic upon the unfortunate defenders of the village, causing a chain reaction of fiery death in its wake. After this event, the Rodegyn swore to never again use the spell again, and has thus far kept to her word.

:: Crimson would then travel to the far northern regions, to the Sharlayan colony residing in the Dravanian Hinterlands, to further her desire to study the nature of Aether and magicks. Studying under the watchful eyes of many esteemed scholars and researchers, the Rodegyn's knowledge of the arcane only became more and more adept with the flow of time. At the age of seventeen however, the colony was let go, and the exodus of the Sharlayan people commenced. Once again, Elm was left to fend on her own, abandoned much as the once-great city had been. Heartbroken, the girl returned back to Limsa Lominsa.

:: Unfortunately, that brief moment of hope that she might become an upstanding mage and praised hero would almost immediately shatter after her mastery trials. By the sheer grace of the gods, Crimson overheard a conversation while seeking out work in the Drowning Wench -- a conversation involving the theft of rare, ancient artifacts kept in the Ishguardian-owned Camp Cloudtop. Curiosity compelled her to seek further information...and '''THAT''' was how she ended up accidentally recruiting herself into a band of Sky Pirates. Desperately looking for a healer to aid them in their escapades, the Soaring Salamanders took up the greenhorn adventurer on various manners of troublemaking heists, convincing her all the while that they were being donated to Sharlayan scholars up north. While Crimson hardly cared much for the thrill of the steal, it was the places, history, and creatures she experienced on her journeys that sated her lust for excitement. Ever the lover for exploration, Crimson carefully documented everything she encountered in her tome, which began to fatten with the passing years.

:: The Soaring Salamanders were not to last. Upon capture by a Dzemael raid in the Sea of Clouds, their crew was held captive in the deeper parts of the Vault until judgment could be given to them. Considering them terrorist for their numerous offenses (ranging from noise complaints to literal murder and sabotage,) the entire crew was given the option to repent and surrender their services to Ishguard, or be sentenced to death. Of the one-hundred and twenty-eight members that made up the crew, all but a slim few denied the terms, including Crimson herself. Fortunately, salvation came in the form of a raid upon the sanctum by a certain Warrior of Light and company, in which Crimson was able to orchestrate her escape. Convinced her former family was long lost, Elm returned to Limsa Lominsa, broken and defeated.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">The Beginning of a New Age</div>====
:: And it was upon entering Limsa that she encountered an odd fellow in her old watering hole within the Drowning Wench -- an Elezen man named [[Erimmont_Chevalier|Erimmont Chevalier]] -- who aided a group of scholars, scientists, alchemists, and knowledge...''seekers''. With nowhere else to turn, Crimson Elm joined the ranks of the Artifice of Reason, if not for the hopes of using her skills to aid others...but to find a new thrill and a new love for her soul to take wing upon as she had when the skies were hers to sail, and the spoils were hers to take.

:: Shortly after joining the ranks of the illustrious group, Elm was introduced to their partners of trade: a group of Sky Pirates. While somewhat tempted to abandon the Artifice and join their crew, Crimson decides against it, as her connections with the Sky Pirates may have given her much experience in combat, but had left too many a scar in her heart. Electing to return back to her scholarly ways, and continue her study of aether in wildlife, Elm celebrates on her own with a drink...until she makes banter with one of the veteran members of the Free Company, an Elezen-turned-Dravanian named [[Abrenard_Rondelet|Abrenard Rondelet]]. The two immediately hit it off ((if what one considers 'hitting it off' to be insulting one another back and forth for hours, and half drinking themselves to a standstill,)) forming an interesting psuedo-rivaly between them. Learning of Ishgard's hatred of Rondelet only strengthens her feeling towards him, knowing all too well what sort of life that is to lead, and has some compassion towards him for his service to others in spite of it.

::: The former prisoner of Ishgard also makes friends with Elpaeux Reaufond, an Au Ra whose memory has been claimed by what appears to be an accident at sea. He is an awkward, goofy soul, and the pair take to one another quickly, despite Crimson's rough exterior. She quickly becomes fond of him, feeling bad for his helplessness, and invites him to keep with her in the Artifice's quarters until he is more fully recovered.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Revisiting Sharlayan</div>====

:: Days later, Elm is introduced to a self-proclaimed Spell-Hunter by the name of Nekuni Nonakuni, and his moogle partner. Board member [[Shiori_Eikitaika|Shiori Eikitaika]], (a fellow Scholar), sends them both on a mission to the Aurum Vale, following a collection of rumors and reports of a massive cyclops taking residence within. The battle was hard-fought, but the Lalafell and Roedagyn duo bested the towering creature, and managed to take the beast back to the Artifice Headquarters without issue. Crimson gained a deep respect for the Paladin spellseeker, and found herself the first friend she'd made in the group.

:: Days later, Nekuni gathered a team to begin clearing the path to the legendary Sharlayan library of Gubal. Volunteering based on her knowledge of the place in its twilight years, Crimson goes along to give some insight, and perhaps find something in the ruins she'd once called her home. However, she would find little more than the bitter taste of reality on their travels--little to naught remained of the great lands once held by the educated empire. The Calamity had spared little of the Sharlayan city, with its buildings in chaos and taken in bulk by the Goblins who had come to make such a place their home. Flora and fauna alike had overrun the once-proud structures, leaving little more than rubble in their wake. Such was a shattering wakeup call to the Sky Pirate.
Within the Library itself held some hope to aiding their injured friend, Abrenard Rondelet, whose life was endangered by an ancient mask after his abduction. Desperate to find some knowledge to save his life, the party ventured deep into the very heart of the hold, where they collected the Demon Tome and the Book of Byblios--the latter containing a variety of aetheric-based curses, relics, and counter-curses. It was with these two items, along with a work detailing some research into the Aetherial Sea, that Elm hoped to save the Ishgardian Sky Pirate's life.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Abrenard's Absence</div>====

:: Weeks after her adventure through old Sharlayan, the Headquarters of the Artifice suffered a heavy blow. Wards of protection, created by Free Company leader [[Ravusa_Evomere|Ravusa Evomere]], were shattered open, and Abrenard's room torn through...with the scaled Elezen missing in the night. Staving down their panic, the group of Erimmont, Shiori, Caelenn Mhlar (an astrologian), Kiruh'a Larke (one of the company's most potent offensive elementalists,) and Odette Saoirse searched his quarters for any sort of sign to aid them in finding him. They discover a lead in the form of a man named Gespard, a friend of Abrenard's when he'd once served as a Dragoon long ago, and a group of crazed zealots seeking refuge somewhere in Ishgardian lands. As one group splits up to investigate the Brume, where rumors of Ishgard oft find themselves laid bare, Crimson keeps behind with Erimmont, Caelenn, and Odette to further investigate the breaking of their most esteemed mage's wards.

::: Caelenn and Crimson, both well-versed in Aetheric studies, discover their protections were not shattered by any person who had broken into their midst, but an artifact attuned to their location...accessed from a location somewhere within the Coerthas Western Highlands. Together, they trap the traces of the power from this artifact within a crystal shard, aspected to its aetherial signature. While directed by Shiori to wait for further instructions, Crimson ignores her requests, beginning to do her own search without the stone in Coerthas Central Highlands.

:: With little luck on her lonesome, Elm becomes bitter and discouraged. Already viciously discomforted by being around Ishgard, the place where her life of freedom had been viciously stripped, the burden of quickly locating her comrade in arms began to weigh on her. Knowing full-well what happened to those associated with wyrms in the territory of the Holy See, the former Sky Pirate trudged through snow and ice, making her way through sun and storms alike in hopes of even a whisper of the former Elezen. Her frustrations are made all too clear in her reactions and interactions with her fellow intellectuals when she returns back to their Headquarters, and she retires to Abrenard's still-ruined room, brooding ever the while.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Rodelet's Retrieval</div>====

:: Caelenn's aetherial shard makes way with purpose only days later, turning their path to Western Coerthas to an abandoned mill out in the ice and snow. While there is a trace of neither Abrenard nor his captors, they leave behind the artifact used to break their wards, a single scale from their comrade, a discarded horn, and ample amounts of blood in a bale of hay. Elm herself checks the fires left behind only bells ago to discover a nearly-ashen map with only the word 'Hemlock' writ on what little is left upon it to read. Without a second thought, Crimson insists they move quickly, panicked by the sight of the scaled Elezen's person upon the bloodied ground.

:: As Odette and Erimmont make their way to infiltrate the zealots from the inside, Caelenn and Elm mistakenly bring the wrath of the Hemlock forces down upon themselves. Taking refuge behind a building near the far cliffside, the pair of healers desperately make for a distraction while Shiori and Kiruh'a back up the duo within enemy lines. Despite their abilities to shield, even their combined strength could not hold against the sheer might of the opposing mages and the number of arrows in their wake. Bitter emotion and the hope of finding her comrade was all that kept Crimson in place, her determination to keep Abrenard from harm stronger than any magicks or weapons their foes could conjure.

:: Whilst the pirate and astrologian protected themselves against the onslaught as long as they were able, the second team was able to locate Abrenard and his captor...his former brother in arms, Gespard. Horrified and stricken with madness upon seeing his once-brother in such a state, the Dragoon had torn horn, scale, tail, and blood from Abrenard in an attempt to 'clean' him and return him to his beautiful former self, uncaring that such an act would surely kill him in the process. Their fear becoming furious panic, the intellectuals inside the main building began tearing apart Gespard's plans, shattering the barrier that kept him safe from their prize and carrying away the severely injured Rodelet. In the process, the twisted Dragoon was captured by Erimmont, taken in tow with his former brother in arms back to the Artifice Headquarters.
::: Crimson and Caelenn, left to fend on their own in the bitter cold against a number far exceeding their own, manage only just barely to escape the fray...however, not without paying a costly fee; Elm's legs were severely crisped from the bought against their superior casters, and the Miqo'te suffered some minor injuries in the last few moments.

:: Returning to their base within the Goblet, the weary group began to hurriedly tend to Abrenard's life-threatening injuries. Shiori, Erimmont, and Kiruh'a worked tirelessly to make the process as painless as possible, but the damage to both 'cleansing' and the mask upon Rondelet's face were too great to reverse in such precious little time. Meanwhile, Caelenn went to mending Elm's damaged legs, the fire magic doing well to ensure it would take quite a while for her to walk properly. With no clear way to remove the mask from the Elezen's face, Crimson resolves to visit the Sharlayan Library in what she'd once called her home, utterly determined to return her comrade in arms to a state of health.

::: ((You can read the entire adventure here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fVI_Rk9eoKR2Z2fdI4xtO9As2SHNXCINSbCfI1hXEFg/edit))

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">The Black Knight of Ala Mhigo</div>====

:: Shortly after the events of Abrenard's capture and the collection of the tomes from the Great Gubal Library, Crimson began searching for persons sympathetic to their cause. One such case was a man in the Quicksand within Ul'Dah...and such an event might change both of their lives.
At first, he nearly didn't notice she'd been there, standing on the opposite wall, staring at him after commenting how long he'd been standing there. It was true, the Black Knight had indeed been keeping to a perch near a pillar in the busy tavern for lengthy periods of time...but this was where he felt the most clear-headed. This was his place of solace. And it was in this way that he commented. Elm thought this peculiar, given the chaos of the place, and so the conversation went on. Every day, the Scholar returned to the Quicksand to seek further information, and every day, he was there. Waiting. It was quicker than either the two of them expected that their friendship blossomed.

::Stehl Helmgarde--the Black Knight--soon found himself elbows deep in companionship from the Roegadyn, and invited her to a dinner at the Bismark. From there, they only learned more of one another, despite one another's deep discomfort; neither the two of them were much for romantics, and both were not wont to divulge much to others who might have asked. Fate, however, defied even these secretly shy souls...on the lower decks of Limsa Lominsa, when the moon had reached the heavens and the stars shined down upon the lands below, Stehl and Crimson shared their emotions through a kiss, lighting a powderkeg of emotion and relief. Such began the first real relationship that she had ever been part of.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">The Heretic's Heirloom</div>====

:: Many a moon later, ((three months, to be more exact,)) Diveroix Velmontis joined the Artifice of Reason, lamenting to those who had come to greet him of the terrible fate that had befallen his line. His ancestors branded heretics by the old Holy See, they'd been stripped of both dignity and power in the form of their ancient tome--one said to contain lost dark magicks. However eager Crimson was to take back from the theiving bigots, it was with very little enthusiasm that she came to learn of the book's location...the very Vault she'd escaped out of only so long ago. Despite enormous opposition from the Artifice's members (most notably Shiori, Erimmont, and the former Temple Knight, [[Helionne_Gevair|Helionne]],) Crimson was utterly determined to see the wrongs done to the young lad corrected. Shiori demanded she turn in her linkpearl and quit the Artifice if she were to continue on her set path and, reluctantly, the other complied. Knowing if she were captured or killed, the Ishgardians would likely retaliate upon the Free Company--an event Elm couldn't bear to bring down on her new family should she fail.

::It was not to say, however, that the former Sky Pirate wouldn't begin her quest on a more diplomatic point. Seeking to speak with the leaders of the newly-formed House of Nobles, Crimson found only the pointed ends of spears to welcome her back to the Holy City. <small> ((BECAUSE RNG SAID 'HEY, LET'S ROLL A 58 FOR DIPLOMACY!')) </small> Barely escaping the trap <small> ((OH NOW YOU ROLL A HIGH NUMBER--))</small>

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Thal's balls, is that a Sky Pirate?" -- ''Yellowjacket Ryssfloh''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "D'ya see that lass there? Fond of the drink, she is. Much too young to be chugging down that much, if you ask me." -- ''A patron of the Drowning Wench''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Look at the size of that book she's got there. It's got to be at least a couple ponze, don't you think?" -- ''A passerby in Ul'Da''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "I know her face. She was a young lass around these parts once. Fantastic Arcanist." -- ''A fisherman of Limsa''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Talented. Shame the girl had to go and run off with bloody pirates." -- ''A Conjurer in Hawthorne Hut''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I heard there were a bunch of escaped folks with that Vault raid in Ishguard...bandits, pirates, some people even say they were terrorists or somethin' along those lines. Can't help but draw a conclusion, can't you?" -- ''An Arcanist near Wineport''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love     <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>

:: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Ravusa Evomere -- Affectionately (?) referred to as "Boss". Crimson always had an endearing respect for whoever was in charge of her company, with the well-read Elezen leader of the Artifice of Reason being far from an exception.

:: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Nekuni Nonakuni -- The diminutive Lalafell Spellhunter charmed his way into the Rodegyn's rough exterior when they discovered a common, burning desire for exploration, collection, and adventure. They have done a great deal of work on the behalf of the Artifice, to include the capture of the Coincounter Cyclops in Aurum Vale.

:: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Abenard Rondelet -- Far from the most...smoothly of running relationships, the pasttime of Crimson and Abenard is the art of trading insults back and forth, until inevitably, one of them passes out from the drink. With both of them having such fiery, compassionate spirits, they clash constantly...which, for some reason, only seems to make them more attracted to one another. Neither the two of them are quite willing to admit there's more beneath their sarcastic, witty, blunt natures...quite yet...But it's quite clear, they're fond of each other in more ways than friendly comebacks.

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"You're going to need more paper mate."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Heat / Humid Environments
"Grew up too much in the stuff to be frank."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Rude, Snarky individuals
"Give me a godsdamned reason t'break your face. Really. Don't give me the respect I deserve. Y'should be kind t'me lad...'cause I can kill any blightin' fool that aren't."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Selfish individuals
"Part o' the reason I went off an' joined up with the Artifice was on account of no-good bastards going about taking thing that coulda been used t'help folks an' selling the shite, 'specially to the thrice-damned Garleans. As if they need the bloody help."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Overly-Controlling persons
"Ye gods, I'll do what I damn well want. Don't make the mistake o' gettin' in my way neither."

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: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Combat
"Y'know my type already then, dontcha? Isn't nothin' in this world better than an ol' fashioned brawl to settle things. Say what y'want. I'll fight until the very end."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Ignorance / General Stupidity
"Da always had a way with words. He told me once when I was a wee lass that a fellow without a mind might 's well dig himself a hole to get buried in. You do something stupid in a fight, and y' could lose an arm...Y'do something stupid in life, and y'might just lose the whole bloody pot."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Honor
"Aren't a soul on this planet worth their salt if they've got no morals t'speak of. You do right by others, 'an you'll get all that's worth it."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Rowdy Parties
"Do y'know what's better than bashin' in the heads o' some ass that's gone and done someone a wrong 'r two? The feast that ought n' come afterwards! Say what y'want about the flimmy-flammy soireés they've got in places like Gridania n' Ul'Dah...there's not a place that throws a better rally-up than takin' a pint at the Wench and a supper down at the Bismark. I've seen m'fair share o' good ones in other places...but Limsa's got m'heart."

Shoutouts to [https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/Bancroft_Gairn Bancfort_Gairn] for letting me ruin his template with my anti-knowledge of HTML.

Crimson Elm

2016-06-12T15:36:42Z

TheRetro: Concluded Arc.

<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #D84949;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">'''<big>House Dzemael Files: LXXVIII</big>'''
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The following is a documentation taken by a member of House Dzemael, shortly after the (brief) detainment of known sky pirate, looter, and terrorist, Crimson Elm.
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: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Gender''' : Female
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Race''': Hellsguard Rodegyn
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Citizenship''' : Limsa Lominsa / Camp Cloudtop
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Age''' : Undetermined.
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Alignment''': [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Vice(s)''': Good Wine, Challenges, and Delicious Food
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Food''': [http://xivdb.com/item/14138/Loaghtan+Steak Loaghtan Steak]
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Drink''': [http://http://xivdb.com/item/7963/Chilled+Red Chilled Red]
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Color''': Red
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">♦</font> '''Server''': Balmung

[[File:Crimson Elm.png|framed|Notorious Sky Pirate, Scholar, Explorer, and Terrorist, Crimson Elm]]

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Personality and Appearance</div>===
: Even among her own race, Crimson towers at a whopping 167 ilms tall, her height attributed to her father (Grey Mountain) who clocked in at an incredible 201. Her dark, caramel skin has been modified through decades of being out in the sunlight, whether growing up in the villages of the northern Hellsguard, or out exploring the vast wilds of Eorzia. Her hair (a gift from her mother, Sunlit Shadow,) has been cut into a short bob, though it has been rumored that she once had the most beautiful red locks north of the Black Shroud. A feature of note is her right eye, which has been scared and damaged as a result of a conflict between herself and a rival Sky Pirate during her early days at the trade. Crimson sports a gem in the middle of her forehead (a common trait amongst the religious Hellsguard, who often don it as an expression of warding away evil,) and a long tattoo across the bridge of her nose, moving across both of her cheeks. Despite her slight disfiguration, Elm is a rather beautiful specimen of her species, however she posesses a "resting bitch face" that constantly makes her look as though she's in a foul mood. With the addition of her rarely ever smiling, people generally assume she's always in a bad way. She is a woman who takes random items from her adventures, often adding them to her attire as a bizarre manner of trophy; most notably are the red gem shards on her sleeves (previously the property of the Aether used to battle Ifrit), the fangs and various beads donning her signature bandanna (from assorted kills out in the Diadem), and a choker from House Fortemps (stripped from a former supporter of the Archbishop.) Elm is never seen without her flagon of fine ale, or her aether compass, despite the latter no longer functioning properly. Her taste in clothing is often simple and situation-appropriate--while she does have a love for fancy things in her lifestyle--Crimson feels anything too flamboyant attracts unwanted attention and could even get people into trouble.

: Tough. That is a word that resonates in the very core of what Crimson is. Mentally, Magically, and Morally, Elm embodies strength. Her persona is devoid of nonsense, keeping things to a strict sense of seriousness for the most part. She doesn't tolerate sloppiness of any sort, pushing those she works with and trains to levels some would consider extreme, and chastising failure in any form. With a tongue as sharp as Garlean Steel, Crimson is quick to tell people precisely what she's thinking, when she's thinking it. Stubborn and tenacious to a fault, the woman will do whatever it takes in order to accomplish the things that she wants, and will stoop to whatever means in order to do it. So long as she keeps her honor and gets her way, in her eyes, everything is fair game.
Her exterior is not too unlike a frozen flame: cold at a distance, and passionately burning closer up. The newest member of the Artifice of Reason is quick to cover her emotions, goals, and weaknessses...but give her a means to spark her instant anger, and she becomes a boiling pot of cursing, cutting, and crazed rage.

Easily infuriated by the stupidly brash, morally unjust, and careless, many people see Crimson as a hard-ass, incapable of showing emotion beyond scowling and being generally cross. However, she is actually rather sensual, warm, and friendly behind her layers and layers of thick skin. She puts people at their limits to test their abilities, in an attempt to improve themselves. She cares for the safety and well-being of people she meets, but would rather see them fight for their survival, rather than running and hiding.
Although she appears to be reluctant to do so, if asked for advice in the matters of combat, the Sky Pirate is always pleased to test their mettle, reforge it, and improve it. Arrogant to a fault, prideful of her knowledge, heritage, and courage, she finds it difficult to admit when she's wrong, if she ever does at all. To her, weakness is something she'd rather hide.

Despite the crap-free attitude, cold exterior, and less-than-polite means of communication, the Scholar is good at heart. Although her methods are definitely unorthodox, she means well in what she does, and does legitimately feel for people when they're in some form of trouble. She has a soft spot for kids, though she'd never admit it, and takes silent joy in teaching them...even if she does have to ram information into their skulls from time to time. Crimson would do just about anything to defend the unprotected, unwary, and innocent, to include putting her own life on the line. Fearless to death as her father was fearless to the loss of his hand, the Hellsguard takes life by the horns, and refuses to let go. A fighter until the very end, it could very well come to pass that she does go down swinging...

In spite of her demeanor and mannerisms, Crimson Elm is highly intelligent; at a young age she demonstrated an uncanny knack for the arcane arts and was sent from her village to the north to Limsa Lominsa, where she took up tutelage from the finest the Arcanist's Guild had to offer her. She has great experience in the ways of Aether and Magic, with knowledge in survival skills attained only through vigorous amounts of personal experience. While her physical power is lacking from practice, her ability to tap into Aether has become a point of high praise from her allies, and a dangerous mechanic to her foes.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Additional Information</div>===

'''Strengths:'''
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Incredibly Brave
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Lengthy Combat Experience
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Willing to sacrifice self for the good of her overall goals
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Well-seasoned in the workings of various aether types (Black Mage, White Mage, Astrologian, Scholar, and Summoner.)

'''Weaknesses'''
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Solitary Hellsguard lifestyle and hardened personality gives little to no understanding of people's emotions, or empathy towards them.
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Socially numb
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Pure, unadulterated Alpha Female (Although it is not entirely out of question that she can be charmed into being more docile with drinks, gifts, long-term kindness, or people more alpha than she is.)
: <font style="color:#CA0000;" size="3">■</font> Painfully blunt -- about as subtle as a Goblin in drag.

''Additional Notes:''

Has a heavy Gaelic/Scottish accent to her vernacular, in spite of being so learned, due to years among what many would assume to be common rabble.

The personal airship she was bestowed upon becoming a veteran member of the Soaring Salamanders, the Hashmal, is still missing; likely in the hands of the Ishguardians.

Her only companions through the years Crimson actually likes include her parrot Shemzai and her ill-tempered Chocobo, Strahl. Both of them bite.

Crimson has a terrible, paralyzing fear of Fire. She refuses to practice the form of Black Magic after accidentally setting an Amalj'aa camp ablaze. The screams still remind her soundly that no good ever came from the flames of death and destruction. She uses only Ice Magic if she absolutely must resort to the Black Arts.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #900C3F;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===

=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====

:: Born in the Hellsguard village of Little Big River, Crimson was bestowed her name in the same way most of her people were-- the first two things her parents saw -- Her mother spotted the elm tree out of the window of their humble home. Her father, on the other hand, saw only the blood that came with the price of childbirth. Such was she bestowed her namesake. Little Big River, a town of so few in number, offered very little to anybody but those in love with the forging of metals and smell of the earth; for it was a place prideful and boundless in its minerals and smithies.

:: Crimson's heart, however, belonged somewhere completely different. It was not the ground she stared at each day in her youth, but the skies. Cloudy, raging with storms, and changing, the young Hellsguard looked upwards at birds and beasts with envy as they soared overhead. The place she lived as stagnant. It never moved, still as the stones her people toiled over each and every day. Every touch of wind on her face was only a bitter reminder that she would never be able to fly from this place, and see lands far away from the rock and bitter heat from volcanoes.

:: Soon, Elm's wanderlust became too great for her to bear. On her eighth summer, she begged her mother and father for a chance to leave the village and explore beyond the boarders of their city-state. Crimson's pleas were met only with outrage and disdain. Their people were hard workers by trade, and not starry-eyed wanderers, after all. Neither the two of them would have such an oddity remain in their daughter's head. In a moment of frustration and panic, Crimson released a burst of Aether potent enough to tremor their little home, and end the debate in a brief moment of power. Sunlit Shadow and Grey Mountain were more than aware of what such an event meant; their only child was bound for better things than soil and fire.

=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage Years</div>=====

:: Not long after the argument with her family, Crimson was sent to Limsa Lominsa by the village elder, in hopes she would return more learned and share her knowledge with their people. However, that would be the very last time that Crimson Elm would ever see her childhood home, or any of her people, ever again. Shortly upon arriving in Limsa, the Rodegyn took up the art of the Arcane, striding through her lessons with surprising ease, and nearly mastering both aspects of the field in little over two years. With her appetite for power only whetted, Crimson traveled to Ul'Da, where she took up the arms of Thaumaturge and began practicing black arts. Unexpectedly, her path to becoming a full Black Mage was interrupted immediately while on a patrol aiding a group of Flame Privates. An Amal'ja village was discovered not far from Little Ala Mhigo, and in an effort to take first blood to the beastmen, the Flames took to assaulting the place. Elm, in a panic upon being besieged, beset Fire magic upon the unfortunate defenders of the village, causing a chain reaction of fiery death in its wake. After this event, the Rodegyn swore to never again use the spell again, and has thus far kept to her word.

:: Crimson would then travel to the far northern regions, to the Sharlayan colony residing in the Dravanian Hinterlands, to further her desire to study the nature of Aether and magicks. Studying under the watchful eyes of many esteemed scholars and researchers, the Rodegyn's knowledge of the arcane only became more and more adept with the flow of time. At the age of seventeen however, the colony was let go, and the exodus of the Sharlayan people commenced. Once again, Elm was left to fend on her own, abandoned much as the once-great city had been. Heartbroken, the girl returned back to Limsa Lominsa.

:: Unfortunately, that brief moment of hope that she might become an upstanding mage and praised hero would almost immediately shatter after her mastery trials. By the sheer grace of the gods, Crimson overheard a conversation while seeking out work in the Drowning Wench -- a conversation involving the theft of rare, ancient artifacts kept in the Ishguardian-owned Camp Cloudtop. Curiosity compelled her to seek further information...and '''THAT''' was how she ended up accidentally recruiting herself into a band of Sky Pirates. Desperately looking for a healer to aid them in their escapades, the Soaring Salamanders took up the greenhorn adventurer on various manners of troublemaking heists, convincing her all the while that they were being donated to Sharlayan scholars up north. While Crimson hardly cared much for the thrill of the steal, it was the places, history, and creatures she experienced on her journeys that sated her lust for excitement. Ever the lover for exploration, Crimson carefully documented everything she encountered in her tome, which began to fatten with the passing years.

:: The Soaring Salamanders were not to last. Upon capture by a Dzemael raid in the Sea of Clouds, their crew was held captive in the deeper parts of the Vault until judgment could be given to them. Considering them terrorist for their numerous offenses (ranging from noise complaints to literal murder and sabotage,) the entire crew was given the option to repent and surrender their services to Ishguard, or be sentenced to death. Of the one-hundred and twenty-eight members that made up the crew, all but a slim few denied the terms, including Crimson herself. Fortunately, salvation came in the form of a raid upon the sanctum by a certain Warrior of Light and company, in which Crimson was able to orchestrate her escape. Convinced her former family was long lost, Elm returned to Limsa Lominsa, broken and defeated.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">The Beginning of a New Age</div>====
:: And it was upon entering Limsa that she encountered an odd fellow in her old watering hole within the Drowning Wench -- an Elezen man named Erimmont Chevalier -- who aided a group of scholars, scientists, alchemists, and knowledge...''seekers''. With nowhere else to turn, Crimson Elm joined the ranks of the Artifice of Reason, if not for the hopes of using her skills to aid others...but to find a new thrill and a new love for her soul to take wing upon as she had when the skies were hers to sail, and the spoils were hers to take.

:: Shortly after joining the ranks of the illustrious group, Elm was introduced to their partners of trade: a group of Sky Pirates. While somewhat tempted to abandon the Artifice and join their crew, Crimson decides against it, as her connections with the Sky Pirates may have given her much experience in combat, but had left too many a scar in her heart. Electing to return back to her scholarly ways, and continue her study of aether in wildlife, Elm celebrates on her own with a drink...until she makes banter with one of the veteran members of the Free Company, an Elezen-turned-Dravanian named Abrenard Rondelet. The two immediately hit it off ((if what one considers 'hitting it off' to be insulting one another back and forth for hours, and half drinking themselves to a standstill,)) forming an interesting psuedo-rivaly between them. Learning of Ishgard's hatred of Rondelet only strengthens her feeling towards him, knowing all too well what sort of life that is to lead, and has some compassion towards him for his service to others in spite of it.

::: The former prisoner of Ishgard also makes friends with Elpaeux Reaufond, an Au Ra whose memory has been claimed by what appears to be an accident at sea. He is an awkward, goofy soul, and the pair take to one another quickly, despite Crimson's rough exterior. She quickly becomes fond of him, feeling bad for his helplessness, and invites him to keep with her in the Artifice's quarters until he is more fully recovered.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Revisiting Sharlayan</div>====

:: Days later, Elm is introduced to a self-proclaimed Spell-Hunter by the name of Nekuni Nonakuni, and his moogle partner. Board member Shiori Eikitaika, (a fellow Scholar), sends them both on a mission to the Aurum Vale, following a collection of rumors and reports of a massive cyclops taking residence within. The battle was hard-fought, but the Lalafell and Roedagyn duo bested the towering creature, and managed to take the beast back to the Artifice Headquarters without issue. Crimson gained a deep respect for the Paladin spellseeker, and found herself the first friend she'd made in the group.

:: Days later, Nekuni gathered a team to begin clearing the path to the legendary Sharlayan library of Gubal. Volunteering based on her knowledge of the place in its twilight years, Crimson goes along to give some insight, and perhaps find something in the ruins she'd once called her home. However, she would find little more than the bitter taste of reality on their travels--little to naught remained of the great lands once held by the educated empire. The Calamity had spared little of the Sharlayan city, with its buildings in chaos and taken in bulk by the Goblins who had come to make such a place their home. Flora and fauna alike had overrun the once-proud structures, leaving little more than rubble in their wake. Such was a shattering wakeup call to the Sky Pirate.
Within the Library itself held some hope to aiding their injured friend, Abrenard Rondelet, whose life was endangered by an ancient mask after his abduction. Desperate to find some knowledge to save his life, the party ventured deep into the very heart of the hold, where they collected the Demon Tome and the Book of Byblios--the latter containing a variety of aetheric-based curses, relics, and counter-curses. It was with these two items, along with a work detailing some research into the Aetherial Sea, that Elm hoped to save the Ishgardian Sky Pirate's life.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Abrenard's Absence</div>====

:: Weeks after her adventure through old Sharlayan, the Headquarters of the Artifice suffered a heavy blow. Wards of protection, created by Free Company leader Ravusa Evomere, were shattered open, and Abrenard's room torn through...with the scaled Elezen missing in the night. Staving down their panic, the group of Erimmont, Shiori, Caelenn Mhlar (an astrologian), Kiruh'a Larke (one of the company's most potent offensive elementalists,) and Odette Saoirse searched his quarters for any sort of sign to aid them in finding him. They discover a lead in the form of a man named Gespard, a friend of Abrenard's when he'd once served as a Dragoon long ago, and a group of crazed zealots seeking refuge somewhere in Ishgardian lands. As one group splits up to investigate the Brume, where rumors of Ishgard oft find themselves laid bare, Crimson keeps behind with Erimmont, Caelenn, and Odette to further investigate the breaking of their most esteemed mage's wards.

::: Caelenn and Crimson, both well-versed in Aetheric studies, discover their protections were not shattered by any person who had broken into their midst, but an artifact attuned to their location...accessed from a location somewhere within the Coerthas Western Highlands. Together, they trap the traces of the power from this artifact within a crystal shard, aspected to its aetherial signature. While directed by Shiori to wait for further instructions, Crimson ignores her requests, beginning to do her own search without the stone in Coerthas Central Highlands.

:: With little luck on her lonesome, Elm becomes bitter and discouraged. Already viciously discomforted by being around Ishgard, the place where her life of freedom had been viciously stripped, the burden of quickly locating her comrade in arms began to weigh on her. Knowing full-well what happened to those associated with wyrms in the territory of the Holy See, the former Sky Pirate trudged through snow and ice, making her way through sun and storms alike in hopes of even a whisper of the former Elezen. Her frustrations are made all too clear in her reactions and interactions with her fellow intellectuals when she returns back to their Headquarters, and she retires to Abrenard's still-ruined room, brooding ever the while.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Rodelet's Retrieval</div>====

:: Caelenn's aetherial shard makes way with purpose only days later, turning their path to Western Coerthas to an abandoned mill out in the ice and snow. While there is a trace of neither Abrenard nor his captors, they leave behind the artifact used to break their wards, a single scale from their comrade, a discarded horn, and ample amounts of blood in a bale of hay. Elm herself checks the fires left behind only bells ago to discover a nearly-ashen map with only the word 'Hemlock' writ on what little is left upon it to read. Without a second thought, Crimson insists they move quickly, panicked by the sight of the scaled Elezen's person upon the bloodied ground.

:: As Odette and Erimmont make their way to infiltrate the zealots from the inside, Caelenn and Elm mistakenly bring the wrath of the Hemlock forces down upon themselves. Taking refuge behind a building near the far cliffside, the pair of healers desperately make for a distraction while Shiori and Kiruh'a back up the duo within enemy lines. Despite their abilities to shield, even their combined strength could not hold against the sheer might of the opposing mages and the number of arrows in their wake. Bitter emotion and the hope of finding her comrade was all that kept Crimson in place, her determination to keep Abrenard from harm stronger than any magicks or weapons their foes could conjure.

:: Whilst the pirate and astrologian protected themselves against the onslaught as long as they were able, the second team was able to locate Abrenard and his captor...his former brother in arms, Gespard. Horrified and stricken with madness upon seeing his once-brother in such a state, the Dragoon had torn horn, scale, tail, and blood from Abrenard in an attempt to 'clean' him and return him to his beautiful former self, uncaring that such an act would surely kill him in the process. Their fear becoming furious panic, the intellectuals inside the main building began tearing apart Gespard's plans, shattering the barrier that kept him safe from their prize and carrying away the severely injured Rodelet. In the process, the twisted Dragoon was captured by Erimmont, taken in tow with his former brother in arms back to the Artifice Headquarters.
::: Crimson and Caelenn, left to fend on their own in the bitter cold against a number far exceeding their own, manage only just barely to escape the fray...however, not without paying a costly fee; Elm's legs were severely crisped from the bought against their superior casters, and the Miqo'te suffered some minor injuries in the last few moments.

:: Returning to their base within the Goblet, the weary group began to hurriedly tend to Abrenard's life-threatening injuries. Shiori, Erimmont, and Kiruh'a worked tirelessly to make the process as painless as possible, but the damage to both 'cleansing' and the mask upon Rondelet's face were too great to reverse in such precious little time. Meanwhile, Caelenn went to mending Elm's damaged legs, the fire magic doing well to ensure it would take quite a while for her to walk properly. With no clear way to remove the mask from the Elezen's face, Crimson resolves to visit the Sharlayan Library in what she'd once called her home, utterly determined to return her comrade in arms to a state of health.

::: ((You can read the entire adventure here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fVI_Rk9eoKR2Z2fdI4xtO9As2SHNXCINSbCfI1hXEFg/edit))

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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Thal's balls, is that a Sky Pirate?" -- ''Yellowjacket Ryssfloh''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "D'ya see that lass there? Fond of the drink, she is. Much too young to be chugging down that much, if you ask me." -- ''A patron of the Drowning Wench''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Look at the size of that book she's got there. It's got to be at least a couple ponze, don't you think?" -- ''A passerby in Ul'Da''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "I know her face. She was a young lass around these parts once. Fantastic Arcanist." -- ''A fisherman of Limsa''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Talented. Shame the girl had to go and run off with bloody pirates." -- ''A Conjurer in Hawthorne Hut''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I heard there were a bunch of escaped folks with that Vault raid in Ishguard...bandits, pirates, some people even say they were terrorists or somethin' along those lines. Can't help but draw a conclusion, can't you?" -- ''An Arcanist near Wineport''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love     <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>

:: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Ravusa Evomere -- Affectionately (?) referred to as "Boss". Crimson always had an endearing respect for whoever was in charge of her company, with the well-read Elezen leader of the Artifice of Reason being far from an exception.

:: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Nekuni Nonakuni -- The diminutive Lalafell Spellhunter charmed his way into the Rodegyn's rough exterior when they discovered a common, burning desire for exploration, collection, and adventure. They have done a great deal of work on the behalf of the Artifice, to include the capture of the Coincounter Cyclops in Aurum Vale.

:: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Abenard Rondelet -- Far from the most...smoothly of running relationships, the pasttime of Crimson and Abenard is the art of trading insults back and forth, until inevitably, one of them passes out from the drink. With both of them having such fiery, compassionate spirits, they clash constantly...which, for some reason, only seems to make them more attracted to one another. Neither the two of them are quite willing to admit there's more beneath their sarcastic, witty, blunt natures...quite yet...But it's quite clear, they're fond of each other in more ways than friendly comebacks.

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"You're going to need more paper mate."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Heat / Humid Environments
"Grew up too much in the stuff to be frank."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Rude, Snarky individuals
"Give me a godsdamned reason t'break your face. Really. Don't give me the respect I deserve. Y'should be kind t'me lad...'cause I can kill any blightin' fool that aren't."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Selfish individuals
"Part o' the reason I went off an' joined up with the Artifice was on account of no-good bastards going about taking thing that coulda been used t'help folks an' selling the shite, 'specially to the thrice-damned Garleans. As if they need the bloody help."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♦</font> Overly-Controlling persons
"Ye gods, I'll do what I damn well want. Don't make the mistake o' gettin' in my way neither."

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: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Combat
"Y'know my type already then, dontcha? Isn't nothin' in this world better than an ol' fashioned brawl to settle things. Say what y'want. I'll fight until the very end."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Ignorance / General Stupidity
"Da always had a way with words. He told me once when I was a wee lass that a fellow without a mind might 's well dig himself a hole to get buried in. You do something stupid in a fight, and y' could lose an arm...Y'do something stupid in life, and y'might just lose the whole bloody pot."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Honor
"Aren't a soul on this planet worth their salt if they've got no morals t'speak of. You do right by others, 'an you'll get all that's worth it."
: <font style="color:#FF0000;" size="3">♠</font> Rowdy Parties
"Do y'know what's better than bashin' in the heads o' some ass that's gone and done someone a wrong 'r two? The feast that ought n' come afterwards! Say what y'want about the flimmy-flammy soireés they've got in places like Gridania n' Ul'Dah...there's not a place that throws a better rally-up than takin' a pint at the Wench and a supper down at the Bismark. I've seen m'fair share o' good ones in other places...but Limsa's got m'heart."

Shoutouts to [https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/Bancroft_Gairn Bancfort_Gairn] for letting me ruin his template with my anti-knowledge of HTML.

Crimson Elm

2016-05-24T14:50:51Z