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− | Tucked in | + | Tucked within the recesses of a great manor in the Shroud, lives a little family of two; Pacifica Heare, an apothecary-slash-herbalist and her adopted daughter-slash-student-slash-protegée, three year old Mimina Mina. The maid, well-learned in her deep knowledge of curative botanica, and of a careful analysis of a patient's particular needs and ailments, belongs to the Conviction, a group rooting from the very times of Sixth Umbral Calamity, where a group of devout believers of the Warden sought to use the fruits of the land, plants and beasts alike, as well as devout prayer to their lady Azeyma, in lieu of the White Magic that brought Eorzea down low. |
− | Pacifica's talents, then, are attributed to her late master, Mumuni Muni, who was in turn tutored by the famed M'aat Arojha; it can be said with much security, then, that what drives Pacifica forward is not quite to seize the fame and glory the Conviction kept, but to be able to make the late foremasters proud and to set an example for her own protegée and student, Mimina, who she hopes will want to follow the art that has been | + | Now, thousands of years after the events of The Great Flood, the Conviction has been brought down from a great power, to a series of beliefs and Pacifica's talents, then, are attributed to her late master, Mumuni Muni, who was in turn tutored by the famed M'aat Arojha; it can be said with much security, then, that what drives Pacifica forward is not quite to seize the fame and glory the Conviction kept, but to be able to make the late foremasters proud and to set an example for her own protegée and student, Mimina, who she hopes will want to follow the art that has been curated for an infinite amount of generations. tomes only strictly passed from master to student. As interactions between members of the Conviction are so limited they only amount down to the brief- but intense- couple of decades of tutelage between master and student, it is forced all members of the Conviction document down to every last drop of detail of information, so that future generations may reap the rewards of the foremasters' knowledge through tomes and books. |
+ | With the healing touch and soothing rays of the art she has been bestowed, comes a blade of double-edge; a skilled dancer in the art of poisons, she is quick to move and silent as a mouse, capable of wielding the slow assasin that can be the odd pain in the chest, a bitter taste of the lips, a fragant scent that is too elusive to be identified.</div></div> | ||
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Despite her undeniable proneness to negativity and jealousy, she is a very strong sympathizer to her loved ones- and holds a quite strong sense of condolence; a naturally nurturing person who wishes the best for her -close- folks and is prepared to accompany them along the way. She is passionate, and easy to talk to; thoughtful, tender, and eager to help. Loyal to the Warden and the beliefs of the Conviction, as she appreciates being able to improve people's lives without burning herself out in the process; she often likes to check on past patients to see how they are doing. She’d be much more keen on adventuring or doing any sort of grand, exciting quests, yet at the same time she is a strong conformist who is content with what she has in life. | Despite her undeniable proneness to negativity and jealousy, she is a very strong sympathizer to her loved ones- and holds a quite strong sense of condolence; a naturally nurturing person who wishes the best for her -close- folks and is prepared to accompany them along the way. She is passionate, and easy to talk to; thoughtful, tender, and eager to help. Loyal to the Warden and the beliefs of the Conviction, as she appreciates being able to improve people's lives without burning herself out in the process; she often likes to check on past patients to see how they are doing. She’d be much more keen on adventuring or doing any sort of grand, exciting quests, yet at the same time she is a strong conformist who is content with what she has in life. | ||
− | In her speech, she is witty, and believes that words of affection are the strongest means to | + | In her speech, she is witty, and believes that words of affection are the strongest means to getting what you want. She is fond of talking about politics, and gets very very passionate about her viewpoints- however, she appreciates friendly banter and small talking. At times, she is often short of breath for speaking too fast, and she often sighs of huffs to catch her breath before finishing speaking- it's embarassing for her, and she often covers her mouth so it is not as visible; or so she thinks. |
Firm opposer of the phrase 'the ends justify the means', and very hesistant to cooperate with anyone who fares from Garlean lands. She is a firm believer of karmic processes, and avoids doing hurtful deeds- at times, not so much as to not hurt the other person, but to avoid finding her own comeuppance. Quite clever, yet easy to become distracted during lectures and academic purposes.</div> | Firm opposer of the phrase 'the ends justify the means', and very hesistant to cooperate with anyone who fares from Garlean lands. She is a firm believer of karmic processes, and avoids doing hurtful deeds- at times, not so much as to not hurt the other person, but to avoid finding her own comeuppance. Quite clever, yet easy to become distracted during lectures and academic purposes.</div> | ||
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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">''' | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Morbid facts and knowledge'''. 'Did you know that two spiders crawl into your mouth while you're sleeping, per year? I just thought that was interesting.'</font></div> |
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Tactile sensation of fabrics'''. Growing up, her master often went to Ul' | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Tactile sensation of fabrics'''. Growing up, her master often went to the Ul'dahn markets to provision and buy foreign plants and substances- and often did Pacifica accompany her. Feeling silks, satins and velvet with her digits became a hidden delight for the girl.</font></div> |
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3e4033;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''D I S L I K E S'''</center></div></span></h3> | <div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3e4033;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''D I S L I K E S'''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Seeing elderly people eating alone'''. | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Seeing elderly people eating alone'''. It plays at the conflicting side of her morality; on one hand, she feels condolence for them, on the other, it's none of her business. She is not fond of the warring emotions.</font></div> |
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Extreme cold weather'''. | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Extreme cold weather'''.She's never visited Coerthas, and does not plan on doing so.</font></div> |
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3e4033;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''H O B B I E S'''</center></div></span></h3> | <div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3e4033;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''H O B B I E S'''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#000000;">'''Cooking'''.Despite being far from a most outstanding culinarian, she is | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#000000;">'''Cooking'''.Despite being far from a most outstanding culinarian, she is passionate and finds deep enjoyment and solace in the process of cooking- and is very, very proud of her chicken stew and ''will absolutely have anyone try it at all costs.'' </font></div> |
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Doman Paper-folding'''. After finding a foreign book kept by Foremaster | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Doman Paper-folding'''. After finding a foreign book kept by Foremaster Gyosen Akamatsu of Doma, an obsession was born. </font></div> |
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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Witty'''. Quick of mind and | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Witty'''. Quick of mind and thought, she is quick to jest and perform a task successfully- even under stress.</font></div> |
− | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Clever'''. While not necessarily in the academic way, Pacifica has a sweet wit and is ingenious; she is quite capable of fending a problem off herself.</font></div> | |
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Clever'''. While not necessarily in the academic way, Pacifica is ingenious | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#3e4033;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Discreet'''. Trust her with your woes; she won't tell a soul out of respect, or she doesn't truly care enough to remember them the next day.</font></div> |
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Following the events of The Sixth Umbral Calamity, where White Mages, Scholars and Black Mages ran Eorzea to low with their excessive use of magic, a group of Seekers, devout followers of Azeyma, sought to cure the wounded and heal the land without the now-feared arts of aether-mastered healing. Seeking to bring the use of magic to the lowest possible, the newly-founded Conviction aimed to only use the natural remedies that consuming and extracting plants and beastkin can give, a timeless remedy iscovered milennia conjury and scholarism was discovered, as well as a belief that devout prayer to the Warden, Azeyma, would gain the person their gifts for her followers' favor. | Following the events of The Sixth Umbral Calamity, where White Mages, Scholars and Black Mages ran Eorzea to low with their excessive use of magic, a group of Seekers, devout followers of Azeyma, sought to cure the wounded and heal the land without the now-feared arts of aether-mastered healing. Seeking to bring the use of magic to the lowest possible, the newly-founded Conviction aimed to only use the natural remedies that consuming and extracting plants and beastkin can give, a timeless remedy iscovered milennia conjury and scholarism was discovered, as well as a belief that devout prayer to the Warden, Azeyma, would gain the person their gifts for her followers' favor. | ||
− | Eorzea, in fear of the calamity recently brought, allowed the newly-founded Conviction to gain wild renownment, coming to become the replacement to aether-based healing for decades; Around 1582 years ago, the Rosarium of the Warden was founded, becoming the main church and training grounds to many members of the Conviction. As the foremost source of medics and healers for Eorzea, the Conviction's structure was widly different from now; whilst the strict rule of master-student relationship was still then firmly-set, a decade could see dozens of apothecaries; rather than the sole one that is now the mantainer of millenia of | + | Eorzea, in fear of the calamity recently brought, allowed the newly-founded Conviction to gain wild renownment, coming to become the replacement to aether-based healing for decades; Around 1582 years ago, the Rosarium of the Warden was founded, becoming the main church and training grounds to many members of the Conviction. As the foremost source of medics and healers for Eorzea, the Conviction's structure was widly different from now; whilst the strict rule of master-student relationship was still then firmly-set, a decade could see dozens of apothecaries; rather than the sole one that is now the mantainer of millenia of knowledge of the foremasters. |
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "You won't believe what the lass gave me! I mean, I'm not angry.. It worked, aye.. But, I was so fucken' disgusted! ALright. So I had this weird itchin' going on in my back, right? So I go with the maid, quite pretty.. Not the prettiest I've seen but still pretty.. All good. She offers me shit; tea, snacks. All good. Then I explain, 'aight, I've got this weird itchin' going, ya got any creams for that?" So she starts askin' me all this shite, if I've been workin' around the Deepcroft or the manor or shit, so I go like, 'Yah, I had to do some rounds around the Deepcroft." So then tells me to wait, and she goes outside her hut. I hear weird shit going on outside, as in animal noises. Probably a dodo, I think? And she returns with a bowl filled with a dark soupish thing- and she tells me to take off my shirt. I'm freaked out by now, but do. She starts chanting weird shit- a weird, freaky prayer, I guess, and she pours something on me- I guess it was what was on the bowl.. but it's warm. And liquidy, and smells coppery-- this lass was pouring blood on my back! I'm freaking the shite out, but the worst thing is she starts to scratch my back- it didn't hurt, more like she was scrubbing. It was so fuckin' scary, mate. But at least the itchin' came right off- I have no idea what the fuck happened, to this day." - ''Alarmed Wood Wailer.'' </div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "You won't believe what the lass gave me! I mean, I'm not angry.. It worked, aye.. But, I was so fucken' disgusted! ALright. So I had this weird itchin' going on in my back, right? So I go with the maid, quite pretty.. Not the prettiest I've seen but still pretty.. All good. She offers me shit; tea, snacks. All good. Then I explain, 'aight, I've got this weird itchin' going, ya got any creams for that?" So she starts askin' me all this shite, if I've been workin' around the Deepcroft or the manor or shit, so I go like, 'Yah, I had to do some rounds around the Deepcroft." So then tells me to wait, and she goes outside her hut. I hear weird shit going on outside, as in animal noises. Probably a dodo, I think? And she returns with a bowl filled with a dark soupish thing- and she tells me to take off my shirt. I'm freaked out by now, but do. She starts chanting weird shit- a weird, freaky prayer, I guess, and she pours something on me- I guess it was what was on the bowl.. but it's warm. And liquidy, and smells coppery-- this lass was pouring blood on my back! I'm freaking the shite out, but the worst thing is she starts to scratch my back- it didn't hurt, more like she was scrubbing. It was so fuckin' scary, mate. But at least the itchin' came right off- I have no idea what the fuck happened, to this day." - ''Alarmed Wood Wailer.'' </div> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Hmm.. Pacifica? Oh- the youngest of | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Hmm.. Pacifica? Oh- the youngest of Sigurd and Tatiana. It's sad, what happened, really. I was a good friend of Sigurd.. He was pushed off the Divine Audience by Theodric's men, along dozen others. His pregnant wife and son managed to escape, and landed here.. His wife died, of the ill conditions. His son went off and joined the resistance, and his daughter was taken away by a chocobo caravan. What a poor fate for that family." - ''Little Ala Mhigan man.'' </div> |
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #3e4033; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Rare Rumors -</b> ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #3e4033; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Rare Rumors -</b> ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask | ||
before using!''</div> | before using!''</div> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Hmm.. That miss.. Dark skin, short hair? If it's who I'm thinking, she was the one who got into a fight a couple years back. Oh, it was horrible. There was blood everywhere, and she- a frail thing, she was- she was covered in blood. Her own blood, from her nose, from her mouth. Oh, dear. | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Hmm.. That miss.. Dark skin, short hair? If it's who I'm thinking, she was the one who got into a fight a couple years back. Oh, it was horrible. There was blood everywhere, and she- a frail thing, she was- she was covered in blood. Her own blood, from her nose, from her mouth. Oh, dear. I don't know what happened, really, it wasn't my shift.. You might want to ask Vahk, working on the counter, instead." - ''Alehouse Wench.'' "</div> |
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: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alias:</b> n/a | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alias:</b> n/a | ||
− | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Citizenship:</b> | + | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Citizenship:</b> Ala Mhigan. |
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Occupation:</b> Apothecary/herbalist, passionate yet unremarkable culinarian. | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Occupation:</b> Apothecary/herbalist, passionate yet unremarkable culinarian. | ||
− | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Hair:</b> | + | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Hair:</b> Dark brown, neck-lengthed and unruly. |
− | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Eyes:</b> Jet black, upturned. Quite defined dark circles covered with | + | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Eyes:</b> Jet black, upturned. Quite defined dark circles covered with kohl eyeshadow and rouge. |
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Complexion:</b> Dusky, dark brown. | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Complexion:</b> Dusky, dark brown. | ||
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Piercings:</b> On earlobes. | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Piercings:</b> On earlobes. | ||
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Marks or tattoos:</b> Symbol of the Warden on the palm of the right hand. | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Marks or tattoos:</b> Symbol of the Warden on the palm of the right hand. | ||
− | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> | + | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> True neutral. |
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Key Items:</b> Pair of jade earrings, small containers filled with what seem to be dried herbs, oils and animal blood. | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Key Items:</b> Pair of jade earrings, small containers filled with what seem to be dried herbs, oils and animal blood. | ||
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> Blood currant tart, Peiste stew. | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> Blood currant tart, Peiste stew. |
Revision as of 17:29, 3 June 2018
light of the sun, kiss of the rose
The bright crescent's moon, or the charming flower of the lotus? / The honey in a flower, or the lustre of the full moon? / A pure coral gem, or the pleasant chatter of parrots? Omanathinkal Kidavo by Irayimman Thampi [1812], translation by A. H. Fox Strangways, from the book The Music of Hindoostan
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Tucked within the recesses of a great manor in the Shroud, lives a little family of two; Pacifica Heare, an apothecary-slash-herbalist and her adopted daughter-slash-student-slash-protegée, three year old Mimina Mina. The maid, well-learned in her deep knowledge of curative botanica, and of a careful analysis of a patient's particular needs and ailments, belongs to the Conviction, a group rooting from the very times of Sixth Umbral Calamity, where a group of devout believers of the Warden sought to use the fruits of the land, plants and beasts alike, as well as devout prayer to their lady Azeyma, in lieu of the White Magic that brought Eorzea down low. Now, thousands of years after the events of The Great Flood, the Conviction has been brought down from a great power, to a series of beliefs and Pacifica's talents, then, are attributed to her late master, Mumuni Muni, who was in turn tutored by the famed M'aat Arojha; it can be said with much security, then, that what drives Pacifica forward is not quite to seize the fame and glory the Conviction kept, but to be able to make the late foremasters proud and to set an example for her own protegée and student, Mimina, who she hopes will want to follow the art that has been curated for an infinite amount of generations. tomes only strictly passed from master to student. As interactions between members of the Conviction are so limited they only amount down to the brief- but intense- couple of decades of tutelage between master and student, it is forced all members of the Conviction document down to every last drop of detail of information, so that future generations may reap the rewards of the foremasters' knowledge through tomes and books. With the healing touch and soothing rays of the art she has been bestowed, comes a blade of double-edge; a skilled dancer in the art of poisons, she is quick to move and silent as a mouse, capable of wielding the slow assasin that can be the odd pain in the chest, a bitter taste of the lips, a fragant scent that is too elusive to be identified.
Dark of skin and upright of gait, Pacifica stands at five fulms and five ilms; her skin, though smooth at a distance, is fragile and thin at close inspection; her wrists are mottled and lace-patterned with the marks of her purple veins, and the facility for her to bruise or become affected by dark circles is high. As such, she often smooths out her skintone with a bit of make-up; just under her eyes, applied with a light hand.
Pacifica carries the smell of jasmines, sourced from a small cologne bottle she carries all the time, to hide the imaginary, imminent smell of illness that she is constantly paranoid about emitting. Not oft is she seen without a pair of jade earrings dangling from her ears; the design is simple, the pearls small, but the importance of them is clear due to the carefulness of which she treats them. As for her bone structure, her jaw is soft-lined; her eyes are upturned and her lips are full and the most notable part of her face. Her black eyes are not all that notable; on the smaller side and not of remarkably long lashes, they are often calm and soft-lidded, almost eerily relaxed and keen in a fashion of smug calmness. Her brows are full, often left unplucked; despite being a very thin and small child on her childhood, as of a couple of years she has gained more weight, something she is undoubtedly glad about. Rounded hips and a full bosom accompany a soft stomach. Her muscle definition is practically nonexistent, and it is quite easy for almost anyone to beat her in a hypothetical fight. She often wears light makeup on the face- but notable kohl lining the outline of her eyes, both upper and lower lid. Depending on the day, and the state of her pallidity, she'll wear rouge on her lips. Aspects That Stand Out:
Pacifica is, in many aspects, a very contrasting person; while she is very concerned about the well-being of her close and cared ones, a deep philosophy of 'minding your own business' causes her to to keep her emotions to herself. Thus, she is secretive, and does not concern much with her distant neighbors' personal life- and expects the same, in turn. Prone to intense envy and wrath, she is not one to place her mind above her heart, and when scorned, she will almost never forgive with ease. Very supersticious and negative in her thought patterns, she can be described as a 'bitter' person by one who sees into her thought currents. While a deeply caring person to those she loves and cherishes, she can be a bit of a 'smother', and can quickly overwhelm with her manners of showing affection, and protection. Overbearing and overnurturing.
Despite her undeniable proneness to negativity and jealousy, she is a very strong sympathizer to her loved ones- and holds a quite strong sense of condolence; a naturally nurturing person who wishes the best for her -close- folks and is prepared to accompany them along the way. She is passionate, and easy to talk to; thoughtful, tender, and eager to help. Loyal to the Warden and the beliefs of the Conviction, as she appreciates being able to improve people's lives without burning herself out in the process; she often likes to check on past patients to see how they are doing. She’d be much more keen on adventuring or doing any sort of grand, exciting quests, yet at the same time she is a strong conformist who is content with what she has in life. In her speech, she is witty, and believes that words of affection are the strongest means to getting what you want. She is fond of talking about politics, and gets very very passionate about her viewpoints- however, she appreciates friendly banter and small talking. At times, she is often short of breath for speaking too fast, and she often sighs of huffs to catch her breath before finishing speaking- it's embarassing for her, and she often covers her mouth so it is not as visible; or so she thinks. Firm opposer of the phrase 'the ends justify the means', and very hesistant to cooperate with anyone who fares from Garlean lands. She is a firm believer of karmic processes, and avoids doing hurtful deeds- at times, not so much as to not hurt the other person, but to avoid finding her own comeuppance. Quite clever, yet easy to become distracted during lectures and academic purposes.
Following the events of The Sixth Umbral Calamity, where White Mages, Scholars and Black Mages ran Eorzea to low with their excessive use of magic, a group of Seekers, devout followers of Azeyma, sought to cure the wounded and heal the land without the now-feared arts of aether-mastered healing. Seeking to bring the use of magic to the lowest possible, the newly-founded Conviction aimed to only use the natural remedies that consuming and extracting plants and beastkin can give, a timeless remedy iscovered milennia conjury and scholarism was discovered, as well as a belief that devout prayer to the Warden, Azeyma, would gain the person their gifts for her followers' favor. Eorzea, in fear of the calamity recently brought, allowed the newly-founded Conviction to gain wild renownment, coming to become the replacement to aether-based healing for decades; Around 1582 years ago, the Rosarium of the Warden was founded, becoming the main church and training grounds to many members of the Conviction. As the foremost source of medics and healers for Eorzea, the Conviction's structure was widly different from now; whilst the strict rule of master-student relationship was still then firmly-set, a decade could see dozens of apothecaries; rather than the sole one that is now the mantainer of millenia of knowledge of the foremasters.
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