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+ | ==Chapter 1: A New Era== | ||
+ | ===First Day of Departure=== | ||
+ | : Today I shall be venturing out to Sharlayan to discern a cure to my absence of aether. It shall be a rough time to try fix my situation but I won’t give up so quickly. My job depends on my healing! Who else would be there to restore my pals to full in battle? Who else can inflict the pains on the enemy whilst also protecting the party? Who else could shield my tank’s blows? Who else would be the Scholar that protects his fellow Scions? I can’t give up and I won’t! My faeries depend on me…they will be all alone, drifting about in the aether… | ||
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+ | : To recap what happened, the abominable primal Shinryu, that same primal who Papalymo gave his life to seal initially, is sealed away due to my replication of the sealing spell twice performed before by Louisioux and Papalymo. The outcome of said spell was a success as in the primal is incapacitated and I the caster remain living. However, my entire aetheric magical ability to summon, heal, cast, teleport, or any other action requiring magic has been expunged from my being. My codex infused with the Anima spirit, that Gerolt the esteemed drunken blacksmith forged, is unable to give off its ‘shine’ that recognizes the existence of the Anima. | ||
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+ | : A possible solution to this predicament is to find the original scribes or mages of the sealing spell that predate the usage by the late Archon. Sugis found me a tome from the Gubal Library during one of her forays that describe the success of a sealing spell that does not drain the caster’s aether. I showed the tome to Y'Shtola and she deduced that an old mage she met years prior knew how to restore one’s aetheric properties. She told me the name of this mage was one of the Baldesion students, yet her exact name isn’t recollecting upon Shtola, the name for sure however began with a 'G’. Thus, did I begin my adventure to Sharlayan. I packed for a few days before my grand departure. I chose to go alone at this as my time there shall be indefinite. I said my farewells to my closest friends and the Scions telling each I shall write to them once a week. It should take at most a month to figure this out. By then, I would know if it was possible to restore my magic. | ||
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+ | : The captain of this ship is quite nice doing this job for me! Although one of his other mates seemed odd when he kept staring at me at dinner time. It might be best to keep my cabin door locked tonight. I should arrive in Sharlayan in roughly three days. I always wanted to visit there, yet I had hoped without a detrimental reason. I guess it will either get better or worse from here on out, yet I shall obviously hope for the former! | ||
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+ | ===Second Day of Departure=== | ||
+ | : The ship crew has been oddly quiet today. I tried to speak with the captain, yet he insists that I come back later. I returned with my grub to my cabin and lock the door to write in peace. Before I had begun this excerpt, I read out of my personalized Anima codex. | ||
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+ | : In it I wrote the many tales that I performed with my dearest friends. The days that my company and I were tasked to strike down Alexander, the Illuminati’s primal, the resurrected Nidhogg to end the Dragonsong War, and even each pillar of the Warring Triad with equal ease. I recollected upon a moment when traveling through Dun Scaith, my alliance has fallen weak, Sugis was incapacitated, Sven’s vigor ran dry, and the bat-faced voidsent Diabolos was striking hard against the main tank of the group. With so much aetheric energy gathered in duty, I expelled all that power out to willfully invigorate my entire group to full potential. Diabolos would not have been vanquished of it had not been for the recuperation. | ||
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+ | : I know one must not have hubris in oneself, for that is not proper for a Warrior of Light. However what I believe is that one must place their pride not in how better they are, but in their specialized skill to conduct good. Be proud of the good you do so that you retain your sense to do good! I know my scholarly healing is phenomenal and because of that, no one shall fall weakened if I can help it. Healing has always been my bread and butter as I can directly save those in harm’s way and cure and shield their wounds. If it had not been for my will to heal, I may not have seen the side of the direct rescue as opposed to striking down an enemy without a second chance. | ||
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+ | : Upon my initial day in Sharlayan, I will search for one of the lost students of Baldesion. Krile believed that the student Shtola was referring to was a Roegadyn named Glazswys whom she worked alongside with and may actually be another student that has not gone missing. Hopefully her location won’t be hard to find, or at least the confirmation of her disappearance. I would hope the Sharlayan officials will welcome my arrival as my reputation throughout Eorzea has proven my reliability. I do not know however how they think of my accomplishments in Eorzea in relation to my acceptance there. I shall see soon enough. | ||
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+ | : As I write this entry, it sounds as if there is a commotion taking place above. I wonder if it is mere horseplay among the crew or some mutiny or attack. There shouldn’t be any ship for several malms. Oh this is peculiar, now there is some sort of loud rumbling above. I must take my leave now and find out. | ||
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+ | ===Friend and Foe=== | ||
+ | : I do not know where to begin. I suppose from when I departed from my last entry several hours ago. I left to check upon the disturbance from above and there had been a summoning of voidsent on deck by one of the crewmen. When I looked around at the pandemonium upon the ship I noticed one man’s back to me in a hood just laughing aloud. I should have known! I could have stopped this if I had just listened! That man’s laughter rang in my ears as a cold dead breeze went down my spine. He turned to me with his head down still and said the exact following to me: | ||
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+ | :: “After all these years, you cannot recognize an old pal? After all, I did inadvertently create your little company of wannabe heroes.” | ||
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+ | : It was him all along… the odd looks in the mess hall, the snood comments while passing on deck. He was here the whole time: watching, waiting, plotting his revenge. He could not stand to see such an odd band of misfits become a prosperous and charitable company that branched off from his own failure. It was Shadow Smokeslayer, the ex-leader whom we founders of “Mercs” broke free from. | ||
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+ | : How could he have known of my journey? Had he been following me or has there been a spy within my alliances who has been feeding him information? I cannot worry about that now. My first thought that came was that he was a Void Mage, like Suvi but only more sinister. I shot an arrow straight at his head and he was not fazed by the impact. I could not forget the words he said after… | ||
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+ | :: <i>“Unfortunately, your mighty archery skills are of no use against me. You shall perish on this vessel and I shall then take out your miserable friends who betrayed me. Should I kill Brandon or Alex first? Who do you like the least?”</i> | ||
+ | |||
+ | : Rage was filling in my head, I had to take down this man now. He could kill my friends and I would not know the wiser. I kept shooting my arrows at him yet he was still unhurt from the sheer fact that six arrows now are plunged into his stomach. “What even is he?” I thought to myself with my rage turning to fear. Soon my question was answered. A dark mist appeared around him as a red glowing image radiated from his face. He was an Ascian… He stated his name was false and actually goes by the name of Pashtarot. | ||
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+ | : He grabbed the captain of the ship by his throat, snapped his neck in the air, and threw his body over to my feet. Suddenly I remembered that Krile had given me a piece of auracite for safe keeping. It was not in full condition but it can fend off an Ascian. I darted back to my room to retrieve it and Shadow began casting some spell. I retrieved the auracite and my bag and held out the auracite to harm Shadow. He shouted in pain and flew to the crow’s-nest to cast his spell. I did not know what he was planning, so in the meantime I searched the ship for survivors; there were none. | ||
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+ | : As I climbed the mast to pursue him, I noticed the skies darkening and the waves rising. There was soon a rift into the Void with ahriman flying out left and right. I got up to where he was and held the auracite against his back and the rift closed as he screamed out in agony. Strange enough, fire caught on his cloak and flew up wailing like a banshee. He threw me off the nest in hopes of killing me in the fall. Luckily, I had fell into a crate of many nets, yet the fall did still hurt. Shadow did not notice and dissipated away. The waves got higher and the skies got darker. I could see water rushing in from all entries and flooded the deck. The ship was going down soon. I went to find a stable area to brace for impact. This section of the ship was surprisingly made to survive such a crash. I searched around the ship for materials that may come in handy and found a malm of rope, plenty of food rations to last months for one person, a compass, and a map for an unmarked island. I could predict that wherever this ship stops, would not have been Sharlayan. I was right. | ||
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+ | : Hours passed since that incident and I took cover in this sturdy location of the ship and the ship stopped with a loud crash. I believe I am stranded on some unknown island. The map I found must have been referring to this island, as I had hypothesized. Tomorrow I shall venture out to discover what awaits me here on this island. I must return home quickly. My plans to find that Glazswyz woman must be put aside. My friends’ lives are at stake since Shadow or Pashtarot or whatever he claims to be called threatened their lives. If he is unaware as he was in the past, he should be not pursuing me. I could have stopped all of this. Soon I will get off this island and stop Shadow if it’s the last thing I do. | ||
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+ | : The ship is only damaged on the outside and the point of impact by the bow of the ship. The other rooms were surprisingly undamaged, so I will move my things back into my room, yet the ship is shifted slightly down, so balance is off. I managed to craft up a rope ladder and set it up so that I can easily board and disembark the ship. The immediate scenery by exiting the boat was beachside that has scattered palm trees. The background appears to be similar to most of Vylbrand’s biome. The sun is setting, so now I must rest and heal my pains from today as tomorrow is a world filled with unknown. I have no idea where I am and will need to put aside my book smarts and enhance my endurance out here. I hope my dear friends are safe from that fiend. I must not fret for I must survive to live another day. | ||
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+ | ===Survive=== | ||
+ | : A few days have passed since the crash. In the meantime, I kept my daily activities to retrieve supplies nearby to make the rations originally on the ship last longer. Venturing out from the beach and beyond the palm trees one would fine flourishing wildlife of apkallus, jellyfish, and buffalo. It is quite similar to how the Bloodshore of eastern La Noscea looked like. It was like La Noscea so much such that coeurls swarmed me. I managed to fend off and slay the beasts. I dragged the carcasses near the beach so that I may tend to them later for food. | ||
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+ | : Out here, I must eat what I can to survive. I even wondered “What if this was Vylbrand? I could be close to home and not know better.” I doubt that since we were at sea for a day. If anything, I’d be off in the Northern Empty near Sharlayan. I must remain sane; I could easily slip into insanity out here, but I must return home soon. I set up a fire on the beachside to make a smoke signal. Each day I lit it up, but obviously to no avail. However, one thing did occur that was quite interesting… | ||
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+ | : Today I heard a yell in the distance. I could not discern the context of the yell, but I cannot investigate until morning. It’s currently dark out and I will go deeper into this island. Perhaps that’s another shipwrecked person or it could be some threat like Pashtarot. Tomorrow I must find out. Perhaps that person has some connections to get off of this…purgatory. Tomorrow I live to fight again to survive. | ||
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+ | ===Allies and Mages=== | ||
+ | : The morning after my last entry I heard some odd noises from outside the boat. Sounded as if it was a beast tribe planning a raid. I geared up and looked over the side of the ship to see several Mamool Ja armed lightly. Unsure whether if they mean civility or savagery, I shot an arrow past the group and into a tree several ilms behind the group. With the arrow having caught their attention, a more prominent individual within the group went towards the arrow. Inspecting it more closely, he immediately looked up to me and called out, <i>“Come down, boy! There’s no danger here!”</i> For some reason, I felt as if he was honest. I placed my bow on my back and descended from the ship. | ||
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+ | : He approached me once I was on the ground and introduced himself as Sagacious Gugaal Ja, the leader of the Mamool Ja clan of the island. He led me to his encampment for the afternoon. He asked me of how I got to this unknown island and I recited the unfortunate events of this journey. He told me I landed on the island of Yun A'il, a name dubbed by the Mamool Ja which literally means <i>“purgatory”</i>. He mentioned how the island is approximately several malms south of mainland Sharlayan and the Isle of Yorn. | ||
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+ | : Gugaal Ja told me the story of how his clan ended up on this remote island, such that his clan several years ago fled via ship from a tyrannical ruler within the New World and spoke of some dark figure summoning beasts knocking their boat around at sea and inadvertently landed here. It would be unwise to ignore the correlation of our stories. I shared such similarities with Gugaal Ja and he warned me of dangers on the island. <i>“Friend, fierce beasts rule this island. But even more dangerous is the dark mage.”</i> This dark mage is sure to be Pashtarot. There cannot be a mere coincidence at play. Gugaal Ja mentioned of a powerful mage that can fend off such dark magic. | ||
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+ | : It was at that moment I heard a loud horn play by the gate. I notice several Mamool Ja grab their spears and bows and Gugaal Ja took hold of a rapier and a crystal on his sides. Suddenly he lunged outwards into a coeurl impaling its side and leaped backwards to place the crystal on the rapier’s hilt. I stood there in awe as I pondered what technique is this. Gugaal Ja then casted some odd forms of Fire and Stone and then I realized that he was a practitioner of red magic, an old discipline formed when the Mhachi and Amdapori came together to rebuild a society in Gyr Abania with a new magical art combining black and white magic. As I mindlessly assist the Mamool Ja with the coeurl attack, I wondered how could, with lack for a less offensive description, a beast tribe learn such powerful magicks? | ||
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+ | : After the onslaught ceased, Gugaal Ja thanked me for helping when I asked him how did he learn to practice red magic. He responded with <i>“For an old Mamool Ja, I had plenty of opportunities learning thaumaturgy and conjury! Although, I never learned to combine the two with ease before meeting her!”</i> I immediately thought to myself if this was the same person who yelled out from last night that I had heard. I asked him who was this Red Mage he met and where to find her. He pointed North and told me she gave him the rapier and magicked crystal as thanks for rescuing her from a voidsent attack two weeks prior. Gugaal Ja mentioned she was last here three days ago showing him a new trick, since he is unable to know all red magic, as he does not know proper white or black magic. | ||
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+ | : Luckily, I am one of the few adventurers trained moderately in both fields by the Padjali and Lalai Darkeyes. Once I retrieve my capability to tap into my aether once more, I must learn Red Magic! Now I rest back at the ship and prepare to search for this Red Mage. Gugaal Ja never learned her name, but referred to her as the Blood Red. She sounds as if she could be a fierce some mage, but perhaps she can help me. If she’s not liking this island as well, perhaps I can help her off the island if she helps me. I finally have a lead to assessing the situation. Perhaps there are bigger things in play here on Yun A'il. I just know none of this are mere coincidence: Pashtarot summoning voidsent, a <i>“dark mage summoning beasts”</i> above Gugaal Ja’s ship, <i>“Blood Red”</i> fighting voidsent here, a map of the isla- The map! The map is sure to be this island with how I ventured so far. Why is there a map of this island on the ship? Too many coincidences to ignore. Tomorrow I shall learn more. | ||
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+ | ===Tracks=== | ||
+ | : Days passed since my first meeting with Gugaal Ja. I have since been traveling North to find “the Blood Red”. I packed this journal, my bow and quiver of plenty of arrows, food rations to last a week, and other survival tools I can carry in my satchel. I have the map directing me forward and so far, the map is correct. I am currently at a small abandoned campsite far from the Mamool Ja encampment. | ||
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+ | : There was a campfire that appeared to have gone out hours prior to my arrival. There were some other supplies around as well such as a scorched journal and a rapier thrown into nearby bushes. It appeared that Blood Red either left in a hurry or was forcibly removed. If a red mage’s main weapon is their rapier, why would she leave her own rapier behind? I will carry it with me on my continued journey further. Upon closer inspection with the scorched journal, all inside pages are burnt. The cover is charred and there appeared to be writing, though now illegible. | ||
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+ | : Tomorrow is another day to look for her. She might be in danger if she’s without her rapier. I’m unsure if a red mage can perform without the rapier, as they apply their magicked crystal to the hilt. Tomorrow I may find out who this mysterious woman is. | ||
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+ | ===The Past Today=== | ||
+ | : Today is the tenth day I have been gone from Eorzea. My friends and family knew that they should have received a message from me if anything happened. Even the Scions would be worried. I had followed the tracks from Blood Red’s campsite and they led through swamps and up the side of a mountain. Thankfully the only obstacles were some morbols and serpents that weren’t much more difficult than ones I’ve faced before. But there was something odd about these creatures that I hadn’t realized before: they were much bigger than the average Eorzean version. Could be that they are much larger to adapt to survive against predators. But what could be a predator to a creature like the morbols or coeurls? Perhaps a dragon? A voidsent? My guess is on a dragon. | ||
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+ | : As I exited the swamps, I felt something pulsating by me; it was the rapier. Perhaps since it is spirit bound to Blood Red, it could be trying to return to her. I equipped the rapier and I felt it slightly pulling me in a certain direction if I point it correctly. I’m closer than I’ve been before. | ||
+ | : Before long, I was taken up the side of a mountain and some structure was fixated at the top. Once I got up closer it had appeared to be of Allagan origin. I reached its summit and entered some overpass. There appeared to be some sort of ADS-like node in front of a gate. Without being seen, I sheathed the rapier and shot an arrow across the room to discern the node’s purpose. Once the arrow reached halfway, the node instantly shot it down. It is a hostile node. I recalled back to a technique that a fellow bard showed me in the past; the song could dismantle some Allagan machina. I replicated the song and the node appeared to deactivate and fell to the ground. | ||
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+ | : I approached it and inspected the node’s wiring to try to deactivate it permanently. For some strange reason, whatever wiring that led to its power supply had been severed. There also was some non-Allagan tech attached to it. Someone must have set the node as a defensive system, but did not account for a skilled bard! I checked the gate and it was locked. | ||
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+ | : I peered through a crack and noticed a figure in a red cloak dart across the hall with some giant clockwork being chasing them down. There was a figure that followed, after the clockwork left. He is here. I tried budging the gate open but no dice. It is very dark out and I must rest before venture forth, plus I haven’t eaten anything since last night. Tomorrow I must find a way inside. | ||
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+ | ===Blood Red=== | ||
+ | : So today was successful for what it was! This morning I prepared to figure out a way into the Allagan stronghold. The node remained deactivated and the inside appeared still. This worried me. Something could have happened to her. I investigated the gate for a lock. For some odd reason, the gate was locked with some modern padlock. I managed to bash the lock open with the node’s body. I quickly peered in to check if anyone noticed. I slowly entered examining my every move. The interior seems reminiscent of the Aetherochemical Research Facility within Azys Lla. Perhaps something is contained within here. If it’s anything similar to the Warring Triad, it must be either contained permanently or defeated. | ||
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+ | : From within the stronghold, I had equipped the rapier to detect Blood Red and the rapier and it pulsated stronger and stronger as I went down certain hallways. It ceased its pulsing suddenly and I looked around before walking forth. I peered around the wall to see a locked roomed with a small window and a steel door. There stood some clockwork warrior that must be protecting that room. I shot an arrow into the wall beside it in hopes to distract it. It worked then I shot out the wiring on its back, thus the clockwork deactivated. | ||
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+ | : Upon taking out the clockwork, I heard someone call out, <i>“Impressive, now could you help me out of here?”</i> I looked over to see who I’d imagine would be Blood Red. She was peering out through a small window. I inspected the doorway to see if there was some way to open it. There was some sort of computer connecting to locking the door. There appeared to be a key slot needed to unlock the door. After searching the room for a key, I found such to be on the clockwork. I unlocked the door letting Blood Red out. She thanked me and had asked where the Ascian went. I simply said I did not find him. I handed over her rapier to her and she grabbed it in joy. She did some practice lunges and she thanked me for returning it to her. I inquired her afterwards about who she was and how she got here. | ||
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+ | : She told me that her name was Verev and she was originally from Gyr Abania and she is a skilled Red Mage. I can not put my finger on it, but there is something familiar about her.. A pain in my chest occurred after unlocking Verev’s cell.. There is something odd with this place. She was headed to Sharlayan to learn more magic, yet some storm crashed her ship at this island. I told her my ship was intact, but unable to be piloted. I asked her how she got captured by Pashtarot and she mentioned how he demanded that he required her capture for some sacrifice and knocked her out and dragged her here. From when I saw them last night, she broke from her initial cage. It appears Pashtarot is handy when it comes to Allagan technology. Her magicked crystal was found in a nearby room and we quickly fled the stronghold. But in that room, there was some strange plaque on the wall written in the old Allagan scripture. Luckily, I learned Allagan script in the past year and it roughly read as follows: | ||
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+ | :: <i>“The wise will be forsaken. In the cave of splendors, a traitor of the shadow will rise. A time of serenity will begin with the harbingers of light, but at a cost.”</i> | ||
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+ | : I instantly wrote down the phrase to ponder on it later, but time was of the essence. Pashtarot was none the wiser of her escape. When we descended the mountain, I asked where she plans on camping for nights. She mentioned how her camp where I found the rapier was all she had. I handed over her scorched journal and she looked through it and just tossed it away. I mentioned to her that my ship has plenty of rooms that she can make camp there. The Mamool Ja clan is nearby the ship and should be well fortified. A smile came to her face and she just simply nodded. It’s currently night out and we hiked rapidly for the whole day with little breaks and made it to where her camp was. We set up the camp for the night and she instantly fell asleep exhausted. | ||
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+ | : It’s odd how she immediately trusts me. I am a complete stranger to her, yet she does not think anything of it. I imagine she is just intuitive and can see through me. Huh, come to think of it, she kind of looks similar to Sugis but younger, what with the hair color and freckles and that’s about it. Well, given that there are millions of people on Hydaelyn it is bound to have several people who look similar. Besides, even if they are related, Sugis told me that the Kevades are from La Noscea, so it’s not likely that Kevades went from Vylbrand to Gyr Abania. Either way, we’re going to have to stop Pashtarot before he successfully does what he’s planning to do. | ||
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+ | ==Chapter Two: Crimson Heart== | ||
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+ | ===Conflicting Emotions=== | ||
+ | : Day thirteen. It’s hard to believe it’s been practically two weeks since home. Home. I miss it every single day. I miss all my dearest friends and family. They must know that I’m okay. Nothing happened yet that cannot be fixed. I can make it home with Verev’s help. Once back in Eorzea, I can repay Verev by finding her a way back to her home. I have asked her much more beside her basic introduction. I’m sort of curious as to how she is back home. Does she have a family? Any friends? Any local enemies? In fact, come to think of it…she is rather…attractive and interesting to say the least… And how she faintly swatted at me because of my horrible puns on the hike here was amusing. I could tell she liked it with a lasting smirk that crossed her face, though equally annoyed by it at the same time. | ||
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+ | : But I should not pursue a relationship here. The main priority at hand is to find a way off this purgatory and stopping Pashtarot. I cannot get wrapped into some relationship with her just because she’s the only other Hyur on this island! Perhaps after all of this is over, I may attempt to pursue these feelings. Either way I must focus on the next plan of action: reclaiming my magic! | ||
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+ | : On our way to my ship, we had stopped by Gugaal Ja’s encampment. Verev greeted Gugaal Ja and informed him of what had happened at the stronghold. Gugaal Ja thanked me for rescuing her. He had warned us of some change in the elements of the island. Verev mentioned some ritual Pashtarot was planning to use with her as a victim of it. Gugaal Ja mentioned some prophecy his clan have always remembered: <i>“The descendants of the warring mages will unite. The harbinger of dark may bring upon destruction with the blood of the mages.”</i> | ||
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+ | : He declared that this must apply to that Ascian. However gruesome it may sound, it sounded like not literal descendants, but practitioners of the art, such as the Black Mage, White Mage, and Scholar. I exclaimed that I could be part of that, such that I am a Scholar, if only I had my magic to combat this menace. As red magic is an amalgamation of white and black magic, I suggested aloud perhaps Red Mages could count for both the Black and White Mages of the prophecy. It was at that moment I found more hope. Immediately afterwards, Gugaal Ja mentioned the existence of an aetheric pool to the western edge of the island. It was there where he solidified his grasp on using conjury and thaumaturgy to manipulate their uses into a pseudo-red magic. There is where I might be able to regain my aetheric powers again. I wonder if my being so far from home, I would be able to teleport once aetherically charged. He offered to guide us there, but it must wait a couple of days, since the trek takes a week to travel. | ||
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+ | : After our visit to the Mamool Ja clan, we made our way to my ship. I guided her up to the deck to see the ship in the state I had left it in. I had searched for a room that was tidy enough to be livable and she found a room that just so happened to be the one next to my quarters. I showed her that there were plenty of books onboard if she would want to read in the time prior to our next travel. I showed her the storage for the tons of food, telling her these would last a single person months. Hopefully we won’t need to expunge the entire supply. Instantly she hugged me tight, thanking me for helping her and giving her shelter. It felt as if she has put all her trust into me in such short time. She let go and went into the ship’s library and stayed there for the rest of the night. | ||
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+ | : I feel closer to getting my magic each day that passes. But with one key found, three locks are also found. This is progress though and we will leave this island and defeat Pashtarot. Together. | ||
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+ | ===Moving Forward=== | ||
+ | : Day seventeen. Tomorrow, we will begin our journey to the aetheric pool in an attempt to finally reclaim my magic. I have noticed that my face paint that I always use back home has been getting faded and it would be best just to wash it off, as I have no supply of it. To put our time to good use prior to moving out, we started to teach each other their special skill: me teaching Verev archery and she teaching me fencing. I took the lead first and showed her several tricks I’ve learned over the years. I showed her that I could shoot five arrows into the same target. I made a passing joke how I could practically shoot a target blind and she dared me to try. I had taken her up on her offer with the terms of agreement and if I managed to succeed, then she suggested she’d cook dinner for the next few nights, while if I lose then I will cook. Though I didn’t mind cooking dinner at all, she stuck to it. | ||
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+ | : I took a handkerchief and wrapped it around my face. She checked to see if I could see and I couldn’t. I took it off for a moment to see what was the target and she marked a tree with a diamond using her rapier. When I placed the blindfold back on, she came over chuckling and spun me around to disorient me. Though she tried to throw me off, I managed to shoot the arrow straight into the diamond. She put on a smug look and I immediately mentioned to start her training to change the topic from me winning her dare. I started off by asking her to hold my bow properly as if she was going to fire an arrow. Her posture holding the bow was off some I came over oriented her to hold the bow the right way. I angled her arms in the correct fashion and she managed to shoot the arrow with a heavy shot into the target. Though not the center, but she’s just begun! | ||
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+ | : Hours passed by and Verev seemed to catch on quickly! We swapped up roles and she started teaching me the basics of Red Magic, with the fencing technique. Once I reclaim my magical abilities, I desire to practice red magic so that I can be able replicate Verev’s skills. We went to the nearby forest where coeurls would roam, and Ver started by performing spells similar black mages’ flare and white mages’ holy. They were very flashy to say the least, quite veritable at most! I definitely want to practice red magic when I get back home. She showed me the basic fencing forms a red mage would utilize in battle. Started by dashing into a coeurl using a technique called Corps-a-Corps, following up with a form called Riposte, followed up with Zwerchhau, then Redoublement, and finishing with a backstep called Displacement. She explained how these fencing forms can be enchanted when channeling balanced mana to conduct insane amounts of damage to an enemy. I attempted to replicate her, but to no avail with the lunge. She said my form when up close was decent, but needed work. | ||
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+ | : This was the usual schedule for the days to pass before we head out tomorrow, both of us managed to get better with the other’s main skill, but we would still need further practice. Last night, she seemed rather…joyous! Joy is a good thing to have while stuck on some remote island with someone trying to kill you! She was cooking dinner and she always had a smile on her face. It was odd how one could appear so cheerful when we are literally in a purgatory. But it is better to remain cheerful in times like these. It’s better to not be alone in times like these. Perhaps she is glad she has a companion here, as am I. I am quite fortunate to meet someone I could call a friend here. Strictly a friend here. I should not start falling in…nevermind that. I must stick to the task at hand getting my magic. We are so close to it, I can feel it. Just one more obstacle is getting there and I can then cast my magic! After that, we can take down Pashtarot and then find a way off this dreadful island! | ||
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+ | ===Echoing Choices=== | ||
+ | : Day who the hells knows by now. I think it’s been two long and dreadful weeks since the last entry. I think it’s day thirty-one now. There has not been update during the last fortnight due to constant moving around and lack of time to log happenings. To start off, the lake that was supposed to be aetherically charged has been dried up. It feels as if that journey was for nothing. Although it was not all for nothing..During the nights on the journey to the pool, Gugaal Ja, Verev, and I would set up camp, with someone taking watch for a while. | ||
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+ | : With most nights, Ver and I stayed up together just talking to each other for hours, until she would randomly pass out. We would tell each other stories of ourselves, of what we were like back home, and our fascinations. I told her about the countless trials I performed as a Warrior of Light, vanquishing other Ascians, and about my friends back home. She told me of times at home practicing and using her red magic and practicing alchemy. I had inquired about her reason to learn alchemy and she told me that she had an affinity with working with the natural world to concoct potions, rather than only using magic. | ||
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+ | : We got on to talking about each other’s family and spent a good amount of it just consoling each other and bonding over how we both had tragedies with our mothers. We had gotten closer on a deeper level as we would sit right next to each other by our campfire, leaning up against each other while chatting away. One night, she even fell asleep on me, ending up rolling on top of me, rendering me immobile for the night. Though I felt this was going by pretty fast, I just let her rest easily. | ||
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+ | : When we had gotten to the pool, it was deep into a cave in the side of a mountain. It looked as if this was once the home of some beast, as there were bones and skeletons of its prey littered around. Diving deeper into the caves, we came across several violent serpent like creatures that swarmed us. One slashed me on the back of my leg, which still hurts. Ver annihilated the swarming serpents with her flare spell. We moved forward toward a shining light which we assumed to be the pool. I ran up ahead to see a spark with a concave basin in the ground. I went to touch what was sparking and I had a feeling I haven’t had in a long time: aether. It was minimal enough to give me an Echo. I could see the moment when that damned Ascian came to this pool when it was sparkling and full and emptied the whole thing. I told Ver and Gugaal Ja that I had an Echo moment seeing the Ascian drain the pool just days prior. With no idea what to do what next, we headed back. | ||
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+ | : I was pretty silent for the journey back and Ver picked up on my disappointment when she kept trying to console me. We had arrived back at my ship yesterday evening and I appeared mad. When she asked if I was alright I went off on a tangent of how this Ascian was one step ahead of us and got emotional about how he would go after my friends back home. But before I could get another word in, Ver approached me kissed me lightly on the lips. All prior thoughts of repressing my feelings for her came flooding in, while I was confused. She let go asking if I was alright now, but I answered by kissing her back, forgetting any doubting thoughts. | ||
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+ | : After some confessions of feelings for each other, let’s just say, Ver spent the night in my room.. So that happened.. I guess I really do like her in that way. I feel as if I actually want to be with her after all this. This is moving really fast and we need to get to know each other better for this to last. I can not believe that my first time was with someone who I practically just met a few weeks ago. Come to think of it, I hope Ver would want to solidify these feelings too, as if it just wasn’t a one-time thing. | ||
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+ | : Anyways, with the journey we had taken, it sure was not for nothing. I managed to tap into using Echo once more and I think this is the start of something good between Ver and I! One day I’ll get my magic back and perhaps Ver and I can try out a relationship when we get off this island. For now, we need to keep training and thinking of a new way to get rid of Pashtarot. Soon. I feel like some victory will be waiting for us beyond the horizon. | ||
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+ | ===Reflections=== | ||
+ | : Day thirty-five. Over the last few days, even though the aetheric pool was drained, I genuinely feel happier than before! Each day I used to mope around, worried that I would never return home to my friends and family. But now I truly feel happy with Ver around. Each night, she’d rest beside me in bed as I hold her close while falling asleep. Each day, she has been obviously more cheerful! | ||
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+ | : Over the last few days, I have been thinking more of what led me to here. From the Wall, to Rhalgr’s Reach, to Kugane, to Othard, back to Gyr Abania, and into Ala Mhigo. That moment when Zenos was defeated in the castle, he took off to the Royal Menagerie to show us his <i>“pet”</i> Shinryu. He showed his true powers as a Resonant by possessing the primal, bending it to his whim. With no room for error, our only choice for victory was my replication of the Sealing Spell, weakening his primal state to be taken down by my allies. Needless to say, I succeeded with the spell, and we all know where it led next. I was comatose for two straight days and my aether got messed up. | ||
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+ | : But it was worth it knowing that I contributed to the freeing of two nations. Ala Mhigo and Doma free. Free to make their own decisions. Domans who can return to their razed home to rebuild anew. All the villages within Gyr Abania free to thrive on their own. Hmm.. This reminds me of a time when I and the others in my group quelled a raid on a Gyr Abanian village. I took down several Garlean soldiers followed by a magiteck reaper that was chasing down a villager. I hadn’t thought of that moment again until now. | ||
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+ | : After dismantling the reaper, I had a small chat with the woman I saved. During which, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. We said our farewells and she headed off. Sugis joked about it being <i>“love at first sight”</i> and I shrugged it off, but I couldn’t help thinking if that was what happened. I felt that same pain the day I rescued Ver from Pashtarot’s cell. Why do I bring this up? The woman from the village introduced herself as, get this, Verev. Was this really fate? What are the chances that we first met in the Peaks and landed on the same island far from Aldenard? Sure is some strange coincidence if it is not fate.. I wonder if she knew since the beginning who I was.. She had to of known.. Oh gods I’m such an idiot. I’ll have to ask her about it in the morning; she had just passed out in her room. This must be fate..how could it not? | ||
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+ | ===New Threats=== | ||
+ | : Day thirty-seven. Having approached Ver yesterday morning about my flashbulb memory of the time at the village in the Peaks, she confirmed that it was her, though she knew it was me since the Allagan stronghold. It is very unlikely that us meeting there and both landing on the very same island to be a mere coincidence! I believe now it was fate for us to come together! She is such an interesting person, she’s talented, she’s kind-hearted, and to be straightforward..she’s really gorgeous! As I expected, she really enjoyed the book I found for her! I know how she adores nature, so a book dedicated to such would be a nice pastime for her on this island! | ||
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+ | : Today a messenger from the Mamool Ja tribe came to us mentioning Gugaal Ja has detected some sort of an imbalance in nature to the island and bid Ver and I to come to the village. We traveled to the village to heed Gugaal Ja’s warning. He had his scouts survey the surrounding area and received gruesome results. They found fallen coeurls who appeared to be drained of their lifeforce. There weren’t just a few corpses, but at least twenty seen. The scouts brought back some corpses to inspect such and the bodies looked horrible. They feel as if they were recently alive but they appear dead for days. I went to touch another coeurl and felt an Echo. | ||
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+ | : I could see several coeurls running together, looking back every so often at an unseen predator. I could focus on a young coeurl straying from the pack. I could see shadows of people towering over the coeurl youngling. The faces were covered, but I took notice of their following action. The seven shrouded unknowns each drew out a stave and casted some sort of draining spell, instantly being sucked of its lifeforce. | ||
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+ | : I came back to present day and described the Echo to Ver and Gugaal Ja. I noticed Ver stuck in thought for a moment followed by an expression as if she’s seen a ghost. She was frightened by whom the cloaked people were: nightkin. She told me they were some sort of cultist group that can succumb to darker powers upon draining the aether from any lifeform. They can track aether-rich entities from miles away. Ver became so worried to the point that she passed out. We can fight through them! With a whole Mamool Ja tribe, a red mage, and this bard, those nightkin won’t stand a chance! Besides, they can’t steal a person’s aether if I don’t have any! I jest, but we will not lose our guard! | ||
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+ | : Two scouts assisted us by carrying Ver back to the ship while she was still passed out. I should not fear the worst, but by the way she reacted to the prominence of these nightkin, they seem very dangerous around here. They must be taken out swiftly. We already have one dark mage to worry about.. we don’t need seven more. Unless there are more than what was seen in that Echo. Hopefully, fate is on our side to guide us to safety. | ||
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Free Company: The Mercenaries of the Silver
Notable Members
♣ denotes an original William's Typical InventoryLast updated: Jan 27th, 2017
Notable Abilities
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Birth and childhood (Birth-11)
Adolescent/Teenage Years (11-16)
Young Adulthood (16-20)
Common Rumors (Easily overheard)
Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)
Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
PC Rumors (Rumors from the characters of other players)***
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Family
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Chapter 1: A New EraFirst Day of Departure
Second Day of Departure
Friend and Foe
Survive
Allies and Mages
Tracks
The Past Today
Blood Red
Chapter Two: Crimson HeartConflicting Emotions
Moving Forward
Echoing Choices
Reflections
New Threats
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