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'''Last updated:''' November 12, 2017 | '''Last updated:''' November 12, 2017 | ||
− | : '''William Fedorason''', better known as Will, | + | : '''William Fedorason''', better known as Will, is currently a twenty year old Midlander who aspires to be the best adventurer for Eorzea’s chance to fight back the Garlean Empire. He is a high-ranking member of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. He is the founder of the Mercenaries of the Silver. William originally arrived in Gridania in hopes of fortune while spreading goodness throughout the realm through at least one person at a time. He comes from a Midlander family from Hyrstmill within the North Shroud. He left home when he was about seventeen years of age to provide some money for his family and make some coin for himself and promised his family he will be safe. He initially took up archery to execute his plans swiftly and agilely. His surname of Fedorason differs that from his family's name of Chambers due to his father being a well-known lancer among the Wood Wailers. Eventually, his deeds sparked the light within him to become blessed by the Echo, thus becoming a Warrior of Light. William desired to make a name for himself without the help of his family name. His father Solmunder realized the name change and is proud of him to become his own person. William usually is found at either his free company estate working on paperwork or his own cottage relaxing after saving Eorzea from harm after more than one occasion. |
: <b>Note:</b> Some info is elaborated further to detail any changes to his personality, behavior, or appearance as a result of a story arc that takes place. | : <b>Note:</b> Some info is elaborated further to detail any changes to his personality, behavior, or appearance as a result of a story arc that takes place. | ||
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: ♣ [[Tylerthe Ultimathule|Tyler Ultimathule]], <i>Silver Merc, Officer, Treasurer</i> | : ♣ [[Tylerthe Ultimathule|Tyler Ultimathule]], <i>Silver Merc, Officer, Treasurer</i> | ||
: ♣ [[Aries Xela]], <i>Silver Merc, Officer, Scout</i> | : ♣ [[Aries Xela]], <i>Silver Merc, Officer, Scout</i> | ||
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'''Eyes: ''' <font style="color:#446633;" size=2">Right eye: Green,</font> Left eye: Pure White | '''Eyes: ''' <font style="color:#446633;" size=2">Right eye: Green,</font> Left eye: Pure White | ||
− | : After a terrible run-in on the island, William was shot in the left eye with an arrow in the most gruesome way ever. He was healed afterwards to not show any visible scarring, but was blind in that eye. Not until his Aether was fixed could he see again, but only detecting one's aether with that eye. | + | : After a terrible run-in on the island, William was shot in the left eye with an arrow in the most gruesome way ever. He was healed afterwards to not show any visible scarring, but was blind in that eye. Not until his Aether was fixed could he see again, but only detecting one's aether with that eye similar to that of the Scion Y'shtola Rhul. |
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=== '''''<u><span style="font-size:medium;">Behavior</span></u>''''' === | === '''''<u><span style="font-size:medium;">Behavior</span></u>''''' === | ||
− | : William is no longer a happy energetic person consistantly, but timid and quiet now. He experienced horrors unspeakable in his time away. He wants to be more introverted than he already was and wallow in self-pity by himself because he feels guilty of the deaths he's witnessed there. Until he reunites with <i>an old friend</i>, he slowly reverts back to the personality he once had, but not as often. He is subject to vivid flashbacks to the horrific moments on the island upon smelling hints of Lavender, forcing him out of his home in the Lavender Beds and into the Mist, and questions about his aetheric eye. | + | : William is no longer a happy energetic person consistantly, but timid and quiet now. He experienced horrors unspeakable in his time away. He wants to be more introverted than he already was and wallow in self-pity by himself because he feels guilty of the deaths he's witnessed there. He tries to retain his prior energetic and joyous attitude of past, yet it is obvious of the pain he tries to repress. Until he reunites with <i>an old friend</i>, he slowly reverts back to the personality he once had, but not as often. He is subject to vivid flashbacks to the horrific moments on the island upon smelling hints of Lavender, forcing him out of his home in the Lavender Beds and into the Mist, and questions about his aetheric eye. |
=== <span style="font-size:medium;">'''''<u>Fears</u>'''''</span> === | === <span style="font-size:medium;">'''''<u>Fears</u>'''''</span> === | ||
− | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Following the events if the island, William recieves terrible flashbacks of events that occurred there if subjected to the smell of Lavender or if asked about his eye. | + | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Following the events if the island, William recieves terrible flashbacks of events that occurred there if subjected to the smell of Lavender or if asked about what happened to his eye. |
===<u>Preferences</u>=== | ===<u>Preferences</u>=== | ||
− | :Following the events on the island, William has no interest in looking for a lover, for he found one there but lost her to events | + | :Following the events on the island, William has no interest in looking for a lover, for he found one there but lost her due to terrible events.. |
=== '''''<u><span style="font-size:medium;">Hobbies</span></u>''''' === | === '''''<u><span style="font-size:medium;">Hobbies</span></u>''''' === | ||
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<p>William is currently learning the ways of nearly all disciplines and to their advanced job. In the past he would only stick to healing, and would rather stay away from the battle's front. Overtime, William learned to embrace the inevitable moment of conflict and thus began apprenticing the many disciplines. Some disciplines interest William enough to even put forth more time into mastering the techniques. The weapons William uses in conflict are as follows:[[File:wf_270_scholar_relic_anabis.jpg|right|500px|William Fedorason recieving his Anima-infused codex.]]</p> | <p>William is currently learning the ways of nearly all disciplines and to their advanced job. In the past he would only stick to healing, and would rather stay away from the battle's front. Overtime, William learned to embrace the inevitable moment of conflict and thus began apprenticing the many disciplines. Some disciplines interest William enough to even put forth more time into mastering the techniques. The weapons William uses in conflict are as follows:[[File:wf_270_scholar_relic_anabis.jpg|right|500px|William Fedorason recieving his Anima-infused codex.]]</p> | ||
− | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Anabasis Lux( | + | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Anabasis Lux( (Scholar's anima codex) |
:: <i>Adept at Utility.</i> | :: <i>Adept at Utility.</i> | ||
− | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Terpander Lux | + | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Terpander Lux (Bard's anima bow) |
:: <i>Adept at Utility.</i> | :: <i>Adept at Utility.</i> | ||
: <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Lost Allagan Starglobe (Astrologian's starglobe) | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Lost Allagan Starglobe (Astrologian's starglobe) | ||
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: <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Ala Mhigan Rod (Black Mage's staff) | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Ala Mhigan Rod (Black Mage's staff) | ||
:: <i>Moderate at Utility.</i> | :: <i>Moderate at Utility.</i> | ||
− | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> | + | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font> Honor of the Vortex (Red Mage's rapier) |
:: <i>Advanced at Utility.</i> | :: <i>Advanced at Utility.</i> | ||
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: <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font>Summoning of each egi and faerie together at a time, yet not in combat. | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font>Summoning of each egi and faerie together at a time, yet not in combat. | ||
: <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font>Taught his gaelikitten to retrieve objects on command and defend his home if in case of an intruder. | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font>Taught his gaelikitten to retrieve objects on command and defend his home if in case of an intruder. | ||
− | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font>Proficient in archery to be able to shoot | + | : <font style="color:#446633;" size="1">■</font>Proficient in archery to be able to shoot multiple arrows at once at a target. |
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::: <div style="font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:14px"><b>William’s Thoughts:</b> <i>"...No words can accurately describe my thoughts about Ver."</i></div> | ::: <div style="font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:14px"><b>William’s Thoughts:</b> <i>"...No words can accurately describe my thoughts about Ver."</i></div> | ||
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:::: "Backstory to Character" | :::: "Backstory to Character" | ||
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− | (7th Astral Era, 4th Year) ''The Far Edge of | + | (7th Astral Era, 4th Year) ''The Far Edge of Fate'' |
('''Status:''' Complete) ('''Who was Involved:''' Self, the Mercs, the Scions) | ('''Status:''' Complete) ('''Who was Involved:''' Self, the Mercs, the Scions) | ||
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− | (7th Astral Era, 4th/5th Year) '' | + | (7th Astral Era, 4th/5th Year) ''Lost Magic Trip to Sharlayan'' |
− | ('''Status:''' Ongoing) ('''Who was Involved:''' Self, | + | ('''Status:''' Ongoing) ('''Who was Involved:''' Self, Verev Kevade, Pashtarot) |
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==Chapter 1: A New Era== | ==Chapter 1: A New Era== | ||
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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. | : 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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+ | ===The Nightkin=== | ||
+ | : Day forty-five.Terrible news have arisen in the past days. A few days after returning from the Mamool Ja camp, the Nightkin found us. Ver and I were training several yalms from the ship, when fireballs were being shot past us. We had readied our weapons stood our ground. I could barely see them cloaked in the distance as I noticed one punch out the one who seemed to have casted the fireball. That one who delivered the punch yelled out towards us <i>“Excuse the rude introduction by Rude Coyote over here! We mean to you both no harm!”</i> That one approached us slowly while we still readied our weapons.He removed his hood to show a lalafellen man. I’m now wondering how a lalafell managed to jump and punch a roegadyn’s lights out.. | ||
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+ | : He introduced himself as Bububuqu Lulubuqu. He explained to us that his group needed our assistance. I recognized them as the figures in the Echo and looked toward Ver and there was worry in her eyes. I drew my bow towards the lalafell and declined his request. He then exclaimed <i>“Pashtarot asked for you two unharmed, looks like he will be most displeased.”</i> I nodded toward Ver and we stood our ground, launching the lalafell back while more attacks came from his allies. We managed to take down three of the nightkin before the rest before the lalafellen leader retreated off before yelling <i>“Take care, William! Enjoy your time left with your girlfriend!”</i> with a smirk. | ||
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+ | : Ver kept her composure as the nightkin retreated, but I could tell she was scared. That damned ascian will not capture Ver again. Not while I have something to do about it. Since that day, I swear I could’ve seen those nightkin in the distance. Waiting. Watching. I slept uneasily since. Worried that they’ll come after us when we are with our guards down. I just feel uneasy about all of this. Hopefully if they do strike, we can take them down. | ||
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+ | ===Concerns=== | ||
+ | : Day Fifty. Just this morning, Ver approached me at breakfast about the altercation with the nightkin days ago. She asked about the one nightkin’s comment about her being my girlfriend. I thought nothing of the comment except of it being sarcasm, though I thought of that comment true. I do think of her as my girlfriend! I am in love with her! She had made her feelings obviously mutual with her consistent flustered blushes. We discussed our worries about those nightkin who will inevitably return. We will be ready for their reemergence.. We must.. | ||
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+ | : I am worried now. It’s getting dark out and Ver has not returned back to the ship. This is not like her to be out this late, especially now with the nightkin emergence. I’m hoping she’s only staying the night at the Mamool Ja camp. She would be safer to stay the night there, rather than traverse back here when it’s dark. If she has not returned by morning, I will travel to the camp myself and check. I fear the worst has happened. I swear if those damned nightkin got her, I will unleash mad hell upon them that would make Rhalgr and Halone envious! Oh gods.. I should have gone with her! What have I done..? Get a grip William. You’re better than this. Check in the morning and then rain hell upon those nightkin. | ||
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+ | ===Catastrophe=== | ||
+ | : Day Fifty-one. Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods! My fears were true! She was captured by those damned nightkin! Lucky for us, she was quick enough to toss her rapier away from them as they nabbed her. I was on the set trail to the camp when I felt the urge to look around. I found her rapier in a bush and confirmed my suspicions. I prayed that contact would help deliver an echo, and I succeeded. It showed her being ambushed by nightkin and she was knocked out cold with one of their staves. She had thrown the rapier to the bushes. One of the nightkin went to the rapier to retrieve it, but the lalafell told him to stop, saying it was not important. | ||
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+ | : When I find those nightkin, I will deal a hundredfold upon them what they did to Ver. I nearly broke down when the Echo ended, seeing the last glimpse of her face being carried away. I took hold of her found rapier and I could feel the tension in it as before. Similar to when I first found the rapier. When I first began the hunt for Blood Red. How I found her before. Who knew I’d fall for her? I could feel the tug on it directing towards Ver, east of here. I don’t believe I have traveled to the east side of the island. I doubt she would be very close by. If I found her once before, I can do it again. I will find her. I must. | ||
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+ | : I went to the Mamool Ja camp, as she had planned to visit them before.. I met with Gugaal Ja about Ver’s abduction and her potential location. He thought for a moment and told me that a mysterious volcano is in that direction. She must be in that direction. I’m resting the night here in their camp before I start my trek to rescue Ver once again. I don’t know what they are planning, but they will not succeed. | ||
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+ | ===Pashtarot's Inferno=== | ||
+ | : Day Sixty-two. It has been a long and grueling hike but I have arrived at this dreaded volcano. Gugaal Ja mentioned a legend about this location prior to my departure from the camp. It was an odd tale but I had not put too much thought to it until arriving here. | ||
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+ | : There lived a single tree that was so tall that it put all other mountaintops to shame. Its leaves were not a normal hue of green but a vibrant blue instead. The tree shone brightly with aether and was surrounded by an abundance of wildlife. One day there was a great disaster that struck the tree. A terrible storm within a blizzard that struck the tree with a lightning bolt, caught the tree on fire, and froze the flames in place. When the storm came to pass, the great tree was rendered to ash, causing the wildlife to wither and die due to the shear amount of ash flooding the animals’ lungs. When the last of the animals perished and all of the ash settled, a jet-black volcano burst from where the deceased tree stood and reached greater heights than before. Now only voidsent linger around the volcano. | ||
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+ | : This is an odd legend, such that it reminds me of a work of fiction detailing an evil powerful mage known as Exdeath. He was born from a tree, yet appears as a bright blue knight. He yearned to control the powers of the void, he could not control the void but the void controlled him. The heroes within that story had to defeat the void controlled warlock who became a new entity known as Neo Exdeath.The elements that struck the tree of legend (lightning, blizzard, and fire) was what reminded me of the tale of Exdeath since the warlock could harness those elemental spells. The blue leaves from the tree matching the bright blue armor. Voidsent lingering around the volcano and Exdeath yearning to control the void. Perhaps that legend of the tree and the Exdeath tale could have originated from the same event? Who knows. | ||
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+ | : I felt the tug of Ver’s rapier lead me to a hidden entrance along the side of the volcano. Perhaps Pashtarot and the nightkin have made a base from within the volcano? It would seem nigh impossible to render the inside of a volcano habitable, but this island has made me question many things that need no explanation. It’s currently dark out so I made a small camp several yalms away in a cave. Tomorrow I must find a way inside his stronghold and find Ver, while slaying as many of the nightkin as possible. This does not make sense why they keep requiring Ver for some sort of “ritual”. Perhaps it will all become clear soon. | ||
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+ | ==Chapter 3: Downhill== | ||
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+ | ===Anonymity=== | ||
+ | : Day Sixty-three. It was a trap.. Pashtarot was waiting for me. Baited with Verev. He knew I would come after her. I got inside because the gate was unlocked. The rapier led me down a series of passageways that looked not Allagan in design, but Garlean instead. Perhaps there was some Garlean occupation of the island in the past, but evacuated due to some unknown circumstances. Either the voidsent around caused the evacuation or that the voidsent appeared afterwards.. | ||
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+ | : Moving throughout the corridors, I heard sounds in the distance. I couldn’t tell whether it was a cry or a yell. I moved toward and it was coming from behind an iron door. I peered through the keyhole and I could see Verev within passed out, without hesitation I rushed in. Before I could yell out toward her, I was knocked out cold. | ||
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+ | : I awoke what seemed to be hours later to appear in a cell. My bag is still with me, hence how I am writing this entry, but my bow, quiver, and her rapier is missing. Smart on them, yet unfortunate for me I have no tools to break out of here. I have no idea where in this stronghold I wound up in, but I must get out. But..Pashtarot appeared before me soon after I awoken in the cell. | ||
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+ | : He told me that he expected my arrival, mentioning that she was only captured to lure me here. He sat down on a chair on the other side of my cell. He told me he does not wish to kill me, though previous experience contradicts that. Complaining how the nightkin are awful to work with, but it is all he had. He reflected upon the past we shared when he used his guise as my former free company leader. Apologizing for how he treated my friends and I back then, being an awful leader then. I assume this was but a front to reel in my trust, but I felt some sort of honesty from him. He told me that he acts violently because he’s displaced. Unable to return to his home on different shard. I don’t understand how ascians came to be, but perhaps he regretted his existence as being an agent of chaos? | ||
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+ | : He recognized me from an old encounter we once shared when I was a kid. Out in the shroud, where I first encountered an ascian. It was him. He told me that he knew that there was something special about me then, as to why he brought me into his free company. Pashtarot told me he needs my help in getting home; If I could manage to help him, he would send me home. To strengthen his deal, he ripped open a hole in space, I could see..Gridania, the Carline Canopy.. Home.. I reached out to the rift and it disappeared soon. I asked what he needed of me, and he recited a saying I heard once before, “The descendants of the warring mages will unite. The harbinger of dark may bring upon destruction with the blood of the mages.” I inquired of the importance of that prophecy, and he knew that Verev was descendent of the Mhachi and Amdapori, but I still had no idea why I was needed. | ||
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+ | : He told me something I had not known at all, <i>“You, William Chambers, are related to the Chamberlain Crew in La Noscea? Well, it would veritably interest you that you are a descendent of the Nymian marines.”</i> I am related to the Nymians? I was dumbfounded by this fact, of how he came to know about this. He mentioned that he was stuck in this realm for several millennia, dating back to the Allagan empire. Watching time tick on effortlessly. Though lalafells dominated the city-state, there were hyurs in the population. It was these hyurs that shares my bloodline. Though they were of the Nymian Royal Marines, they forsook their honor and fled Vylbrand for a time. Lucky enough for my lineage, escaping disasters such as the great flood, the green death, and the near total annihilation of Nym due to the Mhachi superweapon, Ozma. That family returned to Vylbrand and led to the start of the Chamberlain Crew’s pirate origins. | ||
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+ | : He requires the <i>“blood”</i> of the descendants of the mages to rip open a portal through the void to return his shard. He told me that in order to do this, he needs Ver to be killed. Not by his hand, as it would go against the prophecy, but mine instead. A Nymian descendant facing off against a Mhachi-Amdapori descendent. I..can not do this. But..home.. I could be home tomorrow off this island and be free of the troubles of this ascian.. He’d replenish my aetheric incapability, the whole point of travelling here. | ||
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+ | : I tried declining his offer, refusing to kill her, but he kept insisting. He knew of our relationship, but he mentioned how she was not honest with me. On his search for the chosen ones for the prophecy, he found Verev up to a year ago and pulled some strings that led her voyage to crash on this island. Though he was acting as a stalker, he came to learn that she has no capability to love. Mentioning a story of a past <i>“lover”</i> that she cut off abruptly because she lost interest. I thought that she had not loved anyone before me… Could he be merely lying to seal the deal? I sure hope so. | ||
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+ | : But.. maybe she only thinks of this as a mere fling? I sure do not think that way. I do want to follow through with our relationship and pursue it further when we are safe in civilization. I can not follow through with his proposition. Ver, the woman I am in love with, or to be at home with my friends and family and aether replenished. Though the thought that ticks in my brain each aching day I am on this godsforsaken island is to make it back home, I must not go through with this. There is always a way. If Pashtarot truly wishes to just return to his home, perhaps there’s a way where we both succeed optimally. He leaves without further bloodshed and Ver and I can return home. Though there is the issue of the nightkin.. I still question their involvement with this.. I must stay on my toes, he is an ascian after all. I will not kill Ver. She is too important to me. | ||
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+ | : Pashtarot expects an answer to whether I will assist him and duel with Ver tomorrow. He’ll only let us converse for ten minutes prior to the duel, thinking it would be our last moments together, but we must come up with a way out of this.. We have to.. I can barely die as it is, yet she’s mortal.. If so be it, I’ll let her strike me down. If she’s able to live while I die, so be it. I would accept that. She does not deserve the fate of dying to me, the closest person she’s known in a while. Tomorrow..I pray to the Twelve that luck- Nay, fate is on our side. Oh gods I hope we come out well.. | ||
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+ | ===The Duel of the Fates=== | ||
+ | : Day Sixty-five. It would be best to start from the beginning. Yesterday I awoke early in the morning in a nervous sweat of what was supposed to transpire. At least they were decent enough to provide actual food. This food seemed gourmet enough to not originate from this island. Just how did they get ahold of this. Food was good though. After I ate, I grabbed my bag with me since I was being led to a large holding room that was apparently soundproofed, perhaps Pashtarot has a sense of privacy. Ver was led into the room and then the door was locked. | ||
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+ | : There was a mood of extreme discomfort in the atmosphere. There were thoughts in each of our heads that the damned ascian planted. He tried to make me believe that Ver would never love me, yet she showed it to be quite the opposite. He told her that I was only with her was for sex, that she was worth nothing to someone is a warrior of light.. That was just utter garbage. We plotted to appear as if we were fighting followed by a.. Well I’ll get to that later. After our ten minutes of conversing and planning was up, nightkin came to lead us to the arena for our duel was to take place. I was led into the large arena and I got a sweltering gust of wind. There wasa rough rocky ground and I could see the molten magma of the volcano surrounding the platform. We were in the exact center of the volcano. My bow and quiver was in the center of the arena with Ver’s rapier and crystal alongside it. | ||
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+ | : I saw Ver from across the arena, I simply nodded to her and she knew exactly what to do. Pashtarot flew into the center of the arena as some sort of host of a game. The rest of the nightkin were along the sides of the arena, waiting to see if we would actually kill each other or on guard if we wouldn’t. He spoke to us all, but mostly toward his nightkin guests. | ||
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+ | :: <i>“Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls! It’s time for the main event! In this corner is the powerful red mage and direct descendent of both Mhachi and Amdapori mages, Verev! And across from her is the Emerald Archer of Eorzea, the Warrior of Light, and a shocking reveal to be a direct descendent of Nymian marines, William! It’s the War of the Magi all over again folks! Who will reign supreme over the other? The battle will commence exactly in one minute on my mark!“</i> | ||
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+ | : His <i>“mark”</i> was a flood of ahriman flying about the room. Suddenly we both sprinted to our respective weapons. Ver started charging up a powerful spell once she claimed her weapon and I shot at several ahriman flying around to not appear defiant in Pashtarot’s arrangement, yet he appeared annoyed. When caught wind of our plans, he took grasp of me, throwing me into the air, and slamming me down onto the hard metal grate of a floor, unable to move for a moment. Ver canceled her spell to rush over to my motionless body. Suddenly from what I could see, the spell she was working on succeeded. She gave off a bright blue brilliant glow as she stood up above me. There was as if a blue mist covered the floor. Soon I saw icons of the fallen city-states Mhach and Amdapor appear from her hands and as the icons fell to the ground, several blue blades came crashing down on every single nightkin and ahriman in the room, killing them instantly. | ||
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+ | : It was such a sight to see, well from where I could see on the floor in agonizing pain. I managed to get up with the help of Ver and we fled the volcano swiftly, yet there was no sight of that ascian, though I held onto my <i>“lucky rabbit’s foot”</i> if we had to fight him. We hid out out in the cavern I rested the previous night in with Ver as we healed. It seemed as if breaking her limit did a toll on her, some sort of aetheric drawback from casting such a Cerulean Scourge. | ||
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+ | : I feel less in pain this morning. I guess it is a perk to being a Warrior of Light, able to take a massive fall and heal overnight! Though I do still feel sore.. Ver is still resting from when we arrived in the cave yesterday. We took care of the nightkin on the island, now there is a matter of the Ascian to prevent any other problems. Then..we can go home safely. How we will get off this island is another question, one that can be worried about later. We will have to take out Pashtarot before he would try to stall any plans of leaving. I can worry about my aether at a later point, but whatever is his ulterior motive for that duel it cannot be any good. He does not simply want to return home. With his strange powers of space-time manipulation, he cannot be left alone to wreak havok upon the realm. | ||
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+ | ===A New Life Ahead=== | ||
+ | : Day Seventy-five. On the trek back the ship from that volcanic duel, I had noticed Ver’s persistent aether sickness on the way back. The cause of that came to light today. We arrived back to the ship safely and we were starving, so I elected to make us a nice dinner with what we had on board. After cooking supper, Ver was eating bits of her food, as if she had just eaten a large meal. She could not finish her meal and just wanted to rest in my room, instead of hers. I helped her to the bedroom as she was appearing as if she would pass out at any moment. | ||
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+ | : After sitting her down onto the bed gently, I sat beside her holding her hand asking if she needed anything else. She only smiled warmly, pressed my hand, and needed to tell me something rather important. I was confused as to what she was going to tell me. Something else she was told by the ascian in the volcano, something related to her history, or something else. She looks at my hand united with hers as her face reddens. Ver closes her eyes as she places my hand upon her stomach. Looking toward me, she smiled as she delivered two sweet words to my ears, <i>“I’m pregnant..”</i> | ||
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+ | : I was caught off guard initially when she spoke to me. When I came to realization of what she had said, I suddenly thought back to all the moments we shared. Rescuing her from her Allagan cell, our late night chats learning of each other, meeting her in the that Gyr Abanian village, and our first night together. I looked back to her with a smile and lunged at her with a kiss and a hug! I was so ecstatic I accidentally made her fall back on the bed! She’s known for a couple of weeks and with the nightkin issues prevalent, I can see why she’s held back saying until now. She was concerned whether we were moving too fast, but if fate united us twice over in the most odd circumstance then perhaps we were destined to be together! | ||
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+ | : With her aether still drained and her pregnancy, she fell into a deep slumber. I fixed her positioning so she would sleep more comfortably and planted a kiss upon her forehead. I left the room, to let her rest her body. She did say she wants to leave this island before she <i>“becomes a hazard for us.”</i> Though I doubt she would get in the way, her pregnancy may be affected and I would not want her to get hurt. I can not allow her to get herself into danger. What with her aether making her feel sluggish and passing out more often. Otherwise, I am sooo excited for this child! I’m going to be a father! I’m going to be a father.. and only nineteen summers old.. is this moving rapidly? I love Ver with all of my heart, but we have only known each other for a few months and we are having a child together now. I hope I could be a good dad as my father was to me! He raised me so well, so I hope I can do them both proud. | ||
+ | |||
+ | : In other news, Gugaal Ja took me aside in private when we passed by their camp. He sensed something terrible was going to happen, he felt it in his bones. Plus he felt there was an aetheric rift in occurrence to the west, in the same location as the aetheric pool that was drained. This only occurs if aether is refilling in there. There’s my chance to fix my aether! We must get to it before that damned ascian gets to it. Though Gugaal Ja warned me something dire. To not bring Verev along; he senses danger within her if she approaches that pool and strictly told me not to tell her. I don’t know what to do.. I must tell her at least where I am going, though she would want to come along knowing her brave heart. I will talk to her about it tomorrow when she awakens. Gods, I love her so..! | ||
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+ | ===Failures=== | ||
+ | : Day Ninety? I.. have failed. Gugaal Ja gave me one warning and I did not heed it.. Because of my foolishness..Ver and our child..are dead.. I told Ver about the opportunity of aether reappearing in the drained pool from before. Ver insisted on coming with even though she was still sick and needed to rest. It took us a week to travel back to that cave. We journeyed through the cavern and found the pool to be shining with pure aether. I felt a disturbance and instinctively grasped Ver’s hand beside me. It was a trap. Pashtarot..that monster lured us here. He knew we would come here. | ||
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+ | : He pulled me up into the air and dug his ascian claws into my stomach, blood coming from my mouth.. Ver retaliates with her thunderous spell. I reached in my quiver for a trick arrow I fashioned for a moment like that, an arrowhead made of auracite. I plunged it into his shoulder. It resulted with him slamming me down on the ground and him fleeing the cavern for a moment. She came to my side and I asked her to run, but she stayed! If she had only run away, she would still be here… Before I slipped off to unconsciousness I saw the Ascian reenter the cave. The last thing I saw with my own eyes was her crying holding my hand to her face. The last thing I heard of her sweet voice was her saying she loves me.. I miss her dearly.. | ||
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+ | : I could see what transpired from an echo that is permanently ingrained in my mind.. I was rendered unconscious upon landing on the hard rocky cave floor. If I was not a warrior of light, that would have killed me without immediate attention. Ver ran to my side, tears trailing from her eyes, and took hold of my hand. She started channeling some spell and so did Pashtarot..he was quicker.. His blast knocked her back off of me and blood came from her mouth as… she disintegrated.. | ||
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+ | : I returned to consciousness what felt like hours later and was writhing in pain. My first thought was that the aether would heal me. It did more than that. It cured me. I.. am cured.. But it was at a cost..of Ver’s life.. I would trade it back for her by my side once more! Just one chance to make it right. I was a fool to tell her about this excursion. I knew she would not want to let me go alone.. | ||
+ | |||
+ | : When I soaked myself in the aetheric pool, I passed out cold for much longer, perhaps for a whole day. When I regained consciousness, my body absorbed all of the aether and I found Ver’s rapier, but it was covered in blood…her blood.. Oh gods.. I witnessed the echo upon grasping it.. Her face as she cried out as her life was stripped away… Her eyes never left fixated toward my body. And within a fraction of a second, she was gone.. without a trace.. That monster left a message knowing I would receive the echo. | ||
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+ | :: <i>“Unless you want to die a death worse than your precious girlfriend’s, you would keep well if you back off. You have your magic, now leave this island.”</i> | ||
+ | |||
+ | : How dare he..I know I can leave this island now, by concentrating enough aether to teleport to the nearest attuned aetheryte, I presume Limsa Lominsa. Though I must not let Ver’s death be in vain. I must avenge her death. That way this monster will be gone from this realm for good, for everyone’s sake. | ||
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+ | : I know just how to vanquish him. Returning to Gugaal Ja’s encampment, I informed him of the situation and he lamented with me, but he was disappointed that his warning was not heeded, yet I agreed with him. He mentioned he can fashion a weapon that can kill this ascian. His scouts found white pure aetheric crystals, auracite. The bane of an ascian’s existance. I thought for a moment and remembered when Ver would guide me with the precise stances for a red mage’s melee attacks. I suggested to him a rapier and he agreed it would be a great device, yet needs to be crafted overnight. He required a medium for the rapier to channel magic since there was not enough auracite found to sculpt that piece. I thus offered my piece of auracite to be constructed for it. | ||
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+ | : I will be wielding an auracite rapier to strike down that foul monster. For Ver. I can hardly believe she is gone.. I can no longer feel her rapier yearn to reunite with her.. She is truly gone.. When I had concluded the echo.. I burst into tears crying out loudly. Perhaps this is just a bad dream? I will wake up from this nightmare and reunite with Ver? Sadly, no. Fate said we would always find each other, but perhaps not this time. Maybe in death? I must mourn for her when the ascian is dead. Oh gods our child too.. I could have been a father.. I wanted to be a good father when I found out she was pregnant. Oh the joy upon her face when she told me, I could never forget her beautiful smile.. And I will never forget her cry for me as she..died.. Farewell my dear Verev.. May the Twelve rest your soul for all eternity.. | ||
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+ | ===An Eye for an Eye=== | ||
+ | : Day Ninety-two. Just more and more tragedy and demise of late.. Just more and more pain.. I left the camp in the morning to wait for the construction of the auracite rapier to be finished and wander about. Suddenly I felt a disturbing presence followed by a swift blunt object from behind me knocking me out cold. I swear this is happening way too often.. I came to when I heard laughter.. Oh gods the laughter.. I don’t know how, but he was here too.. Piers.. My own brother.. I have never seen him before since the day of the incident.. | ||
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+ | : When I was a child I had accidentally shot an arrow into his left eye.. He had said something that just enraged me when we having a petty archery contest and I lost my aim and.. He never forgave me.. I regretted that moment every single day of my life. I tried telling him I was sorry for every single bad moment I caused him. I was tied up against a tree and could not budge. I could see Piers above me with my bow pointed at me. I begged of him not to pull the arrow. He drew the bowstring with the arrow drawn as I yelled aloud for him to stop. Yet he let go as he said, “This one’s for Mom.“ | ||
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+ | : The arrow made its home in my left eye.. I fainted due to the sheer fact of being shot in the eye with an arrow. I awoke hours later in the Mamool Ja camp. One of the nurses removed the arrow from my eye and it healed over, but my sight was gone in it.. Oh gods my sight.. I can barely see now as it is.. My archery.. I am now in Piers’ place.. I never meant for that to happen to him.. In the meantime, the camp was raided by the Ascian with some foul beast at its command. They described it to be some amalgamation of a lion, serpent, and a ram. Pashtarot was controlling a chimera.. Apparently it was much larger than I have ever encountered prior. That damned ascian went after Gugaal Ja knowing he was crafting that rapier. When he turned up empty handed..he killed him where he stood. The nurse presented to me the finished product that was hidden away. | ||
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+ | : I must settle the score. First Ver and our unborn child, then my eye because I know for a fact Pashtarot was up to that, and now Gugaal Ja and the village. Many Mamool Ja were slaughtered by the chimera. I must take down this monster once and for all. Who knows what will happen if he is left alive? I must succeed.. I failed saving Ver but I must not let her death be in vain. For her, for our child, for Gugaal Ja.. Twelve save us all.. | ||
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+ | ===The Final Countdown=== | ||
+ | : Day Ninety-three. My time on the purgatory is coming to close soon. Upon this morning, I managed to slay the ascian’s pet. The monstrous chimera that mowed down several Mamool Ja like a scythe against grass.. When I healed up, I followed the chimera’s tracks of debris to a cave undisclosed prior. I tracked it deep below the surface into a blustery region within. The caverns were so humongous that there was some sort of weather down there. It was so cold, as it was a blizzard, though it had lightning strikes within the eye. | ||
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+ | : I found the eye of the storm and found the chimera at the center of it. This chimera was some sort of odd amalgamation. It was sucking the aether from the minimal amounts of plant life down there. Perhaps this chimera was what was locked away in the Allagan stronghold from where I found Ver. I had to slay that vile beast right then and there. If I could slay this creature of Pashtarot’s, it would siphon his plans here. He will not win. | ||
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+ | : I fought against the chimera with every magical attack within my arsenat, yet it was not even bruised. I imagined utilizing the aspects of white and black magical spells in one cohesive pattern and executed such plan with ease. Perhaps this was the beginnings to the idea of wielding red magic. One very precise spell after another, the storm was dying as was the chimera. Soon enough, the chimera collapsed to the cave floor and remained motionless. With last powerful spell to finish it off, I broke my magical limit, summoning a large ball of flames to encompass the beast. I had succeeded. | ||
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+ | : I managed to slay this monster with little harm to myself. Though with my sight impaired, my balance was off. One monster down. One more to go. I inspected the beast for any pulse, but found a note tied to one of the chimera’s necks. | ||
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+ | :: <i>“Dearest adversary William.. If you are reading this, it appears you have deactivated my aether battery. As you have severed my grasp on this island’s aether, I will have to resort to the entire realm’s aether. You have made a most dire mistake to the well being of your health in the nearest future. You want to kill me, I want to kill you. Either way, I still get the power I most deserve. Jot this in your journal of yours that this entry will be your last. The last moment everyone on Hydaelyn will be in peace. Soon.. this world shall meet the Void! I will be awaiting our final battle at the place where your ‘lost magic trip’ began.”</i> | ||
+ | |||
+ | : He means to involve the void somehow. This would explain his voidal rifts he was known to create. Perhaps he is.. No.. Every story passed down through the ages must have a real life inspiration. The story of the volcano arising from a beautiful tree.. That very same volcano that “the duel” took place..The cerulean clad warlock who yearned to command the void.. it’s him… That Ascian. He was what that story came from.. Pashtarot is the personification of Exdeath! The tree, the void, the chimerical storm of blizzards, lightning, and fires.. all of it. This is his plan: to control the complete power of the void and unleash a new World of Darkness upon the realm.. | ||
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+ | : It’s now or never. Ver? Gugaal Ja? You will both be in my thoughts guiding me through. The Auracite Rapier is ready for its purpose. This ends now. He wants a battle? Let’s go give him one he’ll never forget. Today shall be the day that this Warrior of Light shall banish out the chaos that is that damned Ascian. This will be for everyone. If he truly thinks he will be the victor, as a dear friend of mine had said, then I’m the Sultana! | ||
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+ | ===The Decisive Battle=== | ||
+ | : Day Ninety-three still. It’s over.. thank the Twelve it’s all over.. That monster is dead. That damned Ascian is through. If only Ver was there by my side. In some way, I think she was. Guiding my strikes to victory. I knew exactly where Pashtarot would be waiting for me. The shipwreck. | ||
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+ | : Approaching the ship, I could see a massive storm brewing with him on deck at the center of it. A crimson storm above. A storm as red as blood with voidsent flying about. I placed my rapier at my side and set aside my bow to my back. This battle needed magic versus magic. I did all I can with my bow for now. I snuck aboard without him learning of my arrival. I snatched my codex, as it has been decommissioned for far too long. I channeled my aether to summon Aurora, my personal Selene faerie. The shine of my Anima codex has ceased to dull and shone brightly. I thought to myself for a moment and thought of Ver’s teachings. I studied her projections of her versatile red magic to attempt to emulate. It was time. | ||
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+ | : I took to the deck where Pashtarot was expecting me. He put on a devilish smirk and tried to throw insults and my past failings my way to throw me off. A man who fights with his mouth is lacking in his fists, or rather magic in this case. He was weak, as I had “drained his battery”. With my faerie at my side, I unleashed my scholarly might upon him to weaken him. He was pulling his strikes, as he winced at each spell he threw at me. With his pet, he has become a double edged sword; channel both his magic and the Void is killing him. | ||
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+ | : We both fought for several minutes before he collapsed upon the floor weakly. Now is the time to strike. I took out my auracite rapier stance myself to prepare to lunge forward with a Corps-a-Corps. Terror appeared upon the Ascian’s face. He was afraid of what I was going to do. He bargained with me to spare him, saying he would give me anything I wanted. I asked would he give me gil; he would give me all of it in the realm. Power over the whole world? He could give me all of that and more. Everything I ever wanted.. Though.. I asked of only one thing to have and I could let him go. <i>“I want Verev back, you son of a bitch!”</i> | ||
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+ | : I closed my eyes with tears trailing down, I lunged forward and impaled him with the auracite rapier. I performed the combination of strikes Ver taught me as he caught fire. The voidal storm grew rampant as the Ascian’s life force was drained. Portions of his cloak was getting ripped and dragged into the eye of the storm, then he joined as well. Soon after he was dragged into the storm, he disintegrated in the air as the storm quelled. He was done. I was done here. Soon, I can go back home. | ||
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+ | : I gathered all important items from the ship: my clothes, my documents, and such. I went into Ver’s room and sat upon her bed and reflected upon my purgatory here. The happy moments we shared.. now drifting into the past. My time here is nearly up, and those moments are in the past. I found Verev’s books that she liked to read from, even the one book that I found for her. A book about a vast description on diverse flora. She was so happy when I found it for her. The bookmark in it showed that she never finished reading it..and she was on the last chapter of it too..there was also a scent in the air of her room.. it smelled of lavender.. | ||
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+ | : I’m taking her stuff and her rapier back home as a memento of here. With everything packed away, I headed over to the camp and bid farewell to the new leader. He seems very nice. Mayhap we reunite in a less dire situation. Upon finishing this final entry, I shall be concentrating on teleporting to Limsa Lominsa, the potentially closest attuned aetheryte. Here goes nothing! I’m coming home! | ||
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+ | ===Heading Home=== | ||
+ | : Day Ninety-five? I have appeared in an infirmary of Limsa Lominsa. Apparently some of the guards recognized me as I appeared in the plaza and fell to the ground. I was immediately sent here and awoke a couple days later. So much aether channeled must have caused it, though my aether is fine now, worry not. Though something did happen. | ||
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+ | : In my sleep, it was as if Hydaelyn herself spoke to me. She rewarded my valiant struggles on the island with a gift. Aetheric sight. She put my blind eye to use by allowing it to see through aether. I can see again, though my eye is still disfigured.. I can’t be seen without an eyepatch, though I can still see right through it. I would trade this sight for Ver’s life if I could. But she is gone forever.. | ||
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+ | : I feel healed up and there’s one more place in Limsa I must visit before returning to Gridania. A friend’s house, if she’s home. I suppose this concludes a chapter of my life since I am no longer on <i>a lost magic trip to Sharlayan.</i> | ||
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Free Company: The Mercenaries of the Silver
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♣ denotes an original William's Typical InventoryLast updated: Jan 27th, 2017
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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)
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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
The Nightkin
Concerns
Catastrophe
Pashtarot's Inferno
Chapter 3: DownhillAnonymity
The Duel of the Fates
A New Life Ahead
Failures
An Eye for an Eye
The Final Countdown
The Decisive Battle
Heading Home
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