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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Moving Forward</b></div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Moving Forward</b></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">With Ul’dah behind her, Glioca, A’rklonn and their third ended up, along with several other members of their family; Anthya, Siduris, Haelolin, Feallan, Alupia, and others, at the Oak Inn just outside Gridania. Glioca took great pains during this time to avoid her family home, though it would have simplified much for the lot of them. The group spent a little more than two months at the inn, before moving on, forming the Rising Phoenix Free Company, under the banner of the Malestrom. The group served as mercenaries for hire for whatever company so sought their services, but most importantly, this allowed Glioca and A’rklonn to establish the Phoenix Estate within Ul’dahn territory.<br><br>Not long after the founding of this home, the third individual in their relationship opted to split from them. The last time Glioca spoke to the woman was on the beaches in the Mists outside Limsa Lominsa. Long talks with her adoptive daughter Anthya more than a moon later and she learned that the miqo’te woman they had been so close to had been unfaithful. While this wasn’t surprising, it still stung, especially considering the lengths the woman would have had to go to in order to be ‘unfaithful’ in an open relationship.<br><br>The loss of the third in their relationship troubled Glioca deeply, and anger sent her right back into the life of a fighter, with the woman taking up a blade and going north, into Coerthas, on a job that should have been given to one of the other mercenaries in their company. What she got for her troubles was a lasting scar over her left eye, her anger making her careless enough to not dodge a swipe quite in time to spare herself any harm. Bleeding down her face and missing her glasses, Glioca engaged the Aevis until the fighting was interrupted by a young dragoon. With the creature slain and her face bleeding, Glioca thanked the Ishgardian, and made her way back to the edges of the Twelveswood, a new scar gained for her troubles.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">With Ul’dah behind her, Glioca, A’rklonn and their third ended up, along with several other members of their family; Anthya, Siduris, Haelolin, Feallan, Alupia, and others, at the Oak Inn just outside Gridania. Glioca took great pains during this time to avoid her family home, though it would have simplified much for the lot of them. The group spent a little more than two months at the inn, before moving on, forming the Rising Phoenix Free Company, under the banner of the Malestrom. The group served as mercenaries for hire for whatever company so sought their services, but most importantly, this allowed Glioca and A’rklonn to establish the Phoenix Estate within Ul’dahn territory.<br><br>Not long after the founding of this home, the third individual in their relationship opted to split from them. The last time Glioca spoke to the woman was on the beaches in the Mists outside Limsa Lominsa. Long talks with her adoptive daughter Anthya more than a moon later and she learned that the miqo’te woman they had been so close to had been unfaithful. While this wasn’t surprising, it still stung, especially considering the lengths the woman would have had to go to in order to be ‘unfaithful’ in an open relationship.<br><br>The loss of the third in their relationship troubled Glioca deeply, and anger sent her right back into the life of a fighter, with the woman taking up a blade and going north, into Coerthas, on a job that should have been given to one of the other mercenaries in their company. What she got for her troubles was a lasting scar over her left eye, her anger making her careless enough to not dodge a swipe quite in time to spare herself any harm. Bleeding down her face and missing her glasses, Glioca engaged the Aevis until the fighting was interrupted by a young dragoon. With the creature slain and her face bleeding, Glioca thanked the Ishgardian, and made her way back to the edges of the Twelveswood, a new scar gained for her troubles.</font></div> | ||
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Unpleasant Surprises</b></div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Unpleasant Surprises</b></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">Siduris, who had been mostly absent during the events with Erimmont, announced that he would be traveling north, to Coerthas, on a trip meant for self-discovery and to train with those who would offer it to him. Disturbances in Mor Dhona and Coerthas around the same time prompted Glioca and A’rklonn into agreement, and they issued a small company of mercenaries to check into things in Mor Dhona, while Siduris traveled north. Glioca had given him her journal before his departure, and though the parting wasn’t tearful, she bade him be careful. <br><br> Her warnings of caution had been warranted, and skirmishing broke out deeper in Coerthas, with the rise of heretics and a more frantic pace felt in the northern region. When the call went out for defenders at the gates of Ishgard for any sellsword who would take up arms for coin, Glioca and A’rklonn put the shop in the hands of their sons Vaelen and Aelden, and traveled north, with Glioca laying down her healers staff for the first time in years, and taking back up her sword and shield. Though the pair didn’t see Siduris among the fighters, they knew he had to have been in the forward skirmishes as the Dravanian hordes began to wage their war against the Ishgardians. <br><br> She wasn’t wrong however, as barely two weeks later, she received a letter packaged with a journal, and the fragments of Siduris’ broken shield, streaked with blood. The death and loss of him became one more in a long litany of loss for the woman, and she went back to the front with renewed anger at having been robbed of one of her children. </font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">Siduris, who had been mostly absent during the events with Erimmont, announced that he would be traveling north, to Coerthas, on a trip meant for self-discovery and to train with those who would offer it to him. Disturbances in Mor Dhona and Coerthas around the same time prompted Glioca and A’rklonn into agreement, and they issued a small company of mercenaries to check into things in Mor Dhona, while Siduris traveled north. Glioca had given him her journal before his departure, and though the parting wasn’t tearful, she bade him be careful. <br><br> Her warnings of caution had been warranted, and skirmishing broke out deeper in Coerthas, with the rise of heretics and a more frantic pace felt in the northern region. When the call went out for defenders at the gates of Ishgard for any sellsword who would take up arms for coin, Glioca and A’rklonn put the shop in the hands of their sons Vaelen and Aelden, and traveled north, with Glioca laying down her healers staff for the first time in years, and taking back up her sword and shield. Though the pair didn’t see Siduris among the fighters, they knew he had to have been in the forward skirmishes as the Dravanian hordes began to wage their war against the Ishgardians. <br><br> She wasn’t wrong however, as barely two weeks later, she received a letter packaged with a journal, and the fragments of Siduris’ broken shield, streaked with blood. The death and loss of him became one more in a long litany of loss for the woman, and she went back to the front with renewed anger at having been robbed of one of her children. </font></div> | ||
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>In With The New</b></div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>In With The New</b></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">As things began settling down in Ishgard, with the forefront of the horde beaten back as individuals from the other city states began streaming through the gates, A’rklonn and Glioca returned home, though they knew they would eventually head north again at some point in the future. Sure enough, Glioca and A’rklonn began regular trips north, for supplies and to make business contacts, both for their Free Company, and for the shop. <br><br> But a night in the seclusion of the shop with her husband, and the lights all dimmed for the storms raging outside, and Glioca ended up pregnant for a fourth time in her life, this time with what she hoped would end up a girl, the first one she’d actually be giving birth to. Not long after her pregnancy began, Erimmont showed back up in her life, right on the heels of A’rklonn taking Ellemeare as one of his lovers. <br><br> Though there was still distance between Glioca and Erimmont brought on by their time apart, the attraction between the two was still prominent and persistent. When A’rklonn gave Erimmont his blessing, they decided to try to forge some kind of path together. The feelings between the two were strong, but that didn’t prove to be enough for either of them, as time, distance, and other problems arose between them. Still, they worked to try and get past them, though it felt like an uphill battle with no happy ending.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">As things began settling down in Ishgard, with the forefront of the horde beaten back as individuals from the other city states began streaming through the gates, A’rklonn and Glioca returned home, though they knew they would eventually head north again at some point in the future. Sure enough, Glioca and A’rklonn began regular trips north, for supplies and to make business contacts, both for their Free Company, and for the shop. <br><br> But a night in the seclusion of the shop with her husband, and the lights all dimmed for the storms raging outside, and Glioca ended up pregnant for a fourth time in her life, this time with what she hoped would end up a girl, the first one she’d actually be giving birth to. Not long after her pregnancy began, Erimmont showed back up in her life, right on the heels of A’rklonn taking Ellemeare as one of his lovers. <br><br> Though there was still distance between Glioca and Erimmont brought on by their time apart, the attraction between the two was still prominent and persistent. When A’rklonn gave Erimmont his blessing, they decided to try to forge some kind of path together. The feelings between the two were strong, but that didn’t prove to be enough for either of them, as time, distance, and other problems arose between them. Still, they worked to try and get past them, though it felt like an uphill battle with no happy ending.</font></div> | ||
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>New Hope, New Loss</b></div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>New Hope, New Loss</b></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2"> The threat of harming those she cared for was looming heavily over Glioca as she coped with the newness of her relationship with Erimmont, the trials of one of the roughest pregnancies she’d ever dealt with, and the constant fluctuations of her aether making her not just physically, but also mentally unstable. Her anger began to flare out of her control, and she started lashing out at people around her. In an attempt to give her something to focus on, to give her a means of control, she tried to take up archery lessons. But the increasing lack of control resulted in the one lesson Erimmont gave her ending in tears when she broke his arm accidentally. A little over two weeks later, she went into labor, some two and a half months early. Her hopes for a baby girl were realized in the form of her daughter, Solane, smaller than normal and with silver hair and her father’s pale violet eyes. <br><br> Though Glioca and her husband had thought that the birth of her daughter would end the imbalances in her aether and allow her to get herself back under control, the opposite ended up being true. Glioca finally approached Erimmont with what she had hoped and prayed was wrong. Her aether was starting to eat away at her, too much volume for one body to contain, and she was dying. Though Erimmont tried to find her help, Glioca, confronted with mortality for the first time in her life, panicked and pushed the Elezen man away. In a fit of anger, yelling and screaming, she threw him out of the estate, telling him to run back to the Twelveswood and his other lover, Kiipa. Though their parting had been particularly nasty, Glioca still harbored a very deep love for the man, but feared what her death might do to him, on the heels of so many others. Knowing that he felt she had kept her demise from him, and the details around it secretive, she felt that her path was the correct one, but that didn't stop the pain of his loss from her life.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2"> The threat of harming those she cared for was looming heavily over Glioca as she coped with the newness of her relationship with Erimmont, the trials of one of the roughest pregnancies she’d ever dealt with, and the constant fluctuations of her aether making her not just physically, but also mentally unstable. Her anger began to flare out of her control, and she started lashing out at people around her. In an attempt to give her something to focus on, to give her a means of control, she tried to take up archery lessons. But the increasing lack of control resulted in the one lesson Erimmont gave her ending in tears when she broke his arm accidentally. A little over two weeks later, she went into labor, some two and a half months early. Her hopes for a baby girl were realized in the form of her daughter, Solane, smaller than normal and with silver hair and her father’s pale violet eyes. <br><br> Though Glioca and her husband had thought that the birth of her daughter would end the imbalances in her aether and allow her to get herself back under control, the opposite ended up being true. Glioca finally approached Erimmont with what she had hoped and prayed was wrong. Her aether was starting to eat away at her, too much volume for one body to contain, and she was dying. Though Erimmont tried to find her help, Glioca, confronted with mortality for the first time in her life, panicked and pushed the Elezen man away. In a fit of anger, yelling and screaming, she threw him out of the estate, telling him to run back to the Twelveswood and his other lover, Kiipa. Though their parting had been particularly nasty, Glioca still harbored a very deep love for the man, but feared what her death might do to him, on the heels of so many others. Knowing that he felt she had kept her demise from him, and the details around it secretive, she felt that her path was the correct one, but that didn't stop the pain of his loss from her life.</font></div> | ||
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Problems and Solutions</b></div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Problems and Solutions</b></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">Glioca had dabbled before with different technologies and magics, as had A’rklonn, all in the pursuit of trying to find some solution to her problem. Nothing had panned out thus far, until Aedan, after a particularly nasty hunt in Thanalan, came visiting ‘round the shop with a horn off a particularly nasty Voidsent of considerable size. After a discussion over the properties and the type of fight that the beast had put up, A’rklonn and Glioca shared a moment of inspiration. The beast had been a strength type, and as the fight had borne on, it had released more and more of its strength. By utilizing the knowledge of one of A’rk’s sources, he hoped to fashion the horn into thin sleeves which would go along his wife’s spine, proving a physical stopgap for her aether imbalance. <br><br> With little more than a prayer that it might work, and the aid of Glioca’s medical knowledge via one of her re-purposed Allagan nodes, A’rklonn would have to set about affixing the sheaths to her spine, below the skin. The risk was obvious: rejection of the inscribed horn fragments, total paralyzation, or death. Considering, her other options were to do nothing and wait for her aether to eat away at her until she was dead, there wasn’t much of an option for her. Hours later, and A’rklonn closed her up. Beyond all of their hopes, it worked. Glioca could move, though it was shaky. Her limbs responded. Her aether, now trapped behind magical walls, was no longer threatening to consume her. Though the fix was only temporary, they had bought her some amount of time. <br><br> A’rklonn’s studies had brought to his attention other information – about the Fist of Rhalgr, an order who specialized in aether control, flow, and release. Glioca had never picked up the fine skill of absolute aether control, which was part of the reason that her own aether was overwhelming her so fiercely. The bracelet that her father had gifted her had been what controlled her aether currents since her youth. Self-control was never necessary. Now though, it had become absolutely critical. Aedan once again came to the rescue, arranging a meeting between Glioca and the blind woman who would become her teacher, Mistalv Arroway.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">Glioca had dabbled before with different technologies and magics, as had A’rklonn, all in the pursuit of trying to find some solution to her problem. Nothing had panned out thus far, until Aedan, after a particularly nasty hunt in Thanalan, came visiting ‘round the shop with a horn off a particularly nasty Voidsent of considerable size. After a discussion over the properties and the type of fight that the beast had put up, A’rklonn and Glioca shared a moment of inspiration. The beast had been a strength type, and as the fight had borne on, it had released more and more of its strength. By utilizing the knowledge of one of A’rk’s sources, he hoped to fashion the horn into thin sleeves which would go along his wife’s spine, proving a physical stopgap for her aether imbalance. <br><br> With little more than a prayer that it might work, and the aid of Glioca’s medical knowledge via one of her re-purposed Allagan nodes, A’rklonn would have to set about affixing the sheaths to her spine, below the skin. The risk was obvious: rejection of the inscribed horn fragments, total paralyzation, or death. Considering, her other options were to do nothing and wait for her aether to eat away at her until she was dead, there wasn’t much of an option for her. Hours later, and A’rklonn closed her up. Beyond all of their hopes, it worked. Glioca could move, though it was shaky. Her limbs responded. Her aether, now trapped behind magical walls, was no longer threatening to consume her. Though the fix was only temporary, they had bought her some amount of time. <br><br> A’rklonn’s studies had brought to his attention other information – about the Fist of Rhalgr, an order who specialized in aether control, flow, and release. Glioca had never picked up the fine skill of absolute aether control, which was part of the reason that her own aether was overwhelming her so fiercely. The bracelet that her father had gifted her had been what controlled her aether currents since her youth. Self-control was never necessary. Now though, it had become absolutely critical. Aedan once again came to the rescue, arranging a meeting between Glioca and the blind woman who would become her teacher, Mistalv Arroway.</font></div> | ||
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Growing Up, Moving On</b></div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Growing Up, Moving On</b></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">After Erimmont's death, Glioca threw herself into the same things she always does to try and get past sorrow. Work, training, flirtation. Distractions all around to get her past whatever great tragedy is lingering on her. And the source of her regret was one such step. A long talk with Aedan Steelweaver after Starlight gave Glioca a different perspective on her life, and she went into a several month isolation, talking to very few besides Mistalv, or her immediate family. <br><br> When she was spotted months later, her hair had grown out, the odd black-white pattern of her hair changed again, her training as a Fist another step closer to being complete, and whatever sorrow she'd been dealing with put well behind her. With the rigors of childbirth and the newborn months of Solane behind her, she'd finally gone back on the mend, as many steps as she could get back to being herself again.<br><br>Eventually it was brought to light that Erimmont had faked his own death, an event which brought about no small amount of anger in her, and caused her to once again withdraw. Not long after, troubles between A'rklonn and Katja drove a proverbial wedge between Glioca and the outside world, and the woman isolated herself for a time. Deciding that they'd had enough of Ul'dah and people in general in the southern city-state, Glioca, A'rklonn, and the rest of their family packed their things and moved north, to Ishgard, reclaiming the manor that had once belonged to her family.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">After Erimmont's death, Glioca threw herself into the same things she always does to try and get past sorrow. Work, training, flirtation. Distractions all around to get her past whatever great tragedy is lingering on her. And the source of her regret was one such step. A long talk with Aedan Steelweaver after Starlight gave Glioca a different perspective on her life, and she went into a several month isolation, talking to very few besides Mistalv, or her immediate family. <br><br> When she was spotted months later, her hair had grown out, the odd black-white pattern of her hair changed again, her training as a Fist another step closer to being complete, and whatever sorrow she'd been dealing with put well behind her. With the rigors of childbirth and the newborn months of Solane behind her, she'd finally gone back on the mend, as many steps as she could get back to being herself again.<br><br>Eventually it was brought to light that Erimmont had faked his own death, an event which brought about no small amount of anger in her, and caused her to once again withdraw. Not long after, troubles between A'rklonn and Katja drove a proverbial wedge between Glioca and the outside world, and the woman isolated herself for a time. Deciding that they'd had enough of Ul'dah and people in general in the southern city-state, Glioca, A'rklonn, and the rest of their family packed their things and moved north, to Ishgard, reclaiming the manor that had once belonged to her family.</font></div> | ||
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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">Abandoning their assumed personas to claim, or rather, reclaim their traditional Eorzean names, the pair along with their youngest child settled into daily life in Ishgard after moving north and abandoning their estate in Ul'dah to their twin sons. That was short-lived however, as wanderlust did what it often did with the two, and both Meallaire and Jeulerant began traveling again, sometimes with their daughter traveling with them, or more often left behind with her other caretaker and guardian, Vierdyn.<br><br | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">Abandoning their assumed personas to claim, or rather, reclaim their traditional Eorzean names, the pair along with their youngest child settled into daily life in Ishgard after moving north and abandoning their estate in Ul'dah to their twin sons. That was short-lived however, as wanderlust did what it often did with the two, and both Meallaire and Jeulerant began traveling again, sometimes with their daughter traveling with them, or more often left behind with her other caretaker and guardian, Vierdyn.<br><br>Long discussions with her husband led Meallaire and Jeulerant north, past the outskirts of Dravania, and up, into the clouds high above, where the once abandoned facility of Azys Lla lies. Explorations and delving deeper and deeper into the facility lay bare uncomfortable truths and hidden secrets of the Allag Empire. Donning a mask and throwing herself wholeheartedly into a lifestyle of research, she's once again begun tinkering with things better left alone.<br><br>More recent chance meetings found her reconnecting with Syranelle in an accidental meeting in Mor Dhona, at The Seventh Heaven. The meeting did not end well, with Syranelle growing angry. Though Meallaire attempted to patch things up later, over tea, and still desires a close friendship with the young woman, she's fairly certain that's never going to happen, as Syranelle expressed that she felt Mea's extended lifespan was unnatural. This unintentional spurning by the young woman has given her thoughts a darker turn, and .</font></div> |
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