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Journey to the Twelve: Oschon, the Wanderer

Log date: 8/14/17

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Oh Wanderer, guide our feet as we make this perilous journey. The true beasts lie within ourselves as fear of the unknown that surrounds us plagues our sense; allow us to find our way to righteousness with eyes open.

Siovant Parlemaix: “You can hold my hand, you know.”

Adelise De'bayle twisted her lips as she peered back to him over her shoulder, a certain line of uncertainty drawn over her. “Alright…” she whispered out, slipping her smaller hand into his own.

Siovant Parlemaix enfolds her hand in his palm. "Is something amiss?“

Adelise De'bayle: "No of course not…” she exhaled in some manner of discontent, her hand tightening to his. Approaching the festival stands, Adelise looked over toward their target Duskwight. “Lenny!” she motioned a free hand up, waving to the man with as much enthusiasm as the typically surly woman could provide. “I knew we would find you here.”

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Ah, Adelise!” He turns to the pair with a smile. Though, it fades almost immediately upon seeing their joined hands. “It seemed like the most interesting place to wait.”

Siovant Parlemaix drew a critical eye about the square and the garish decorations that pervaded it, his sharpened gaze finally alighting on the woodsy-dressed Elezen. "It’s certainly something.“ His gravelly tones profess.

Lendroit Gatineaux scoffs. "Not one for festivities, are you Lieutenant?” A smile works its way onto his face once more, but lacking the warmth of the earlier one.

Adelise De'bayle held her typical dour expression, it seemingly twitching in some manner of awkwardness as her mind wandered toward her discussion with the young Elezen from some evenings before. “I like the decorations. It reminds me of a festival from back home,” she nodded, her tone unwavering. Slipping from Siovant’s hold, the Half-Elezen approached one of the stalls to inspect the wares, a thought coming over her in positivity "I am sure they must hold a similar purpose. Did any of you wish for anything? Something to take home,“ Adelise glances toward Siovant, her expression only seeming to grim at Lenny’s question.

Siovant Parlemaix drew a hand to his lips to mask some indication of humor that crosses his features, rolling notes of laughter churning in his chest. "Do not let my harried gaze mislead you, I am quite fond of your typical festivities.” He notes, “Only memories of my days with the Wailers drew a note of discomfort.” He assures, gaze flicking back to Adelise. "I am quite fine, I should think. Do not let me stop you, though.“

Adelise De'bayle: "Alright,” she nods, peering over toward Lenny, “and you? Would you like something?”

Lendroit Gatineaux shakes his head. “No, no. Thank you for the offer, though.” He pauses, turning to Siovant. “You were with the Wailers before you joined the Adders?”

Siovant Parlemaix inclines his head, “It was after my… undignified ejection from the group of minstrels I’d been travelling with. This was many years ago, though.”

Adelise De'bayle frowns. Guess she was just getting one for herself then. Turning to the vendor, Adelise would dig out some gil to hand over to the woman. Taking her coin, the Miqo'te would point over toward one of the nearby tubs of water. “Over there lass, feel free t'grab one of ye likin,” she grinned cheekily, raising a brow at the woman’s harrowing front. “Thank you,” she replied curtly, turning on her heel to step off toward the balloons.

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Ah, I see.” He glances around. “So, now that we’ve met up, where too?” He turns his attention to Adelise. “Or would you like to stay here for a bit to enjoy the festival?”

Siovant Parlemaix: “I believe that the prestigious Lady De'bayle was considering whether or not we were to press out to the second site.”

Lendroit Gatineaux glances in Siovant’s direction but does not respond directly.

Adelise De'bayle eventually returns with a bright yellow balloon, white polka-dots dawning the trinket rather cutely. Despite the sweet thing, Adelise seemed no more pleased with it than she was before having left to retrieve it. Eyeing the two, she motioned a hand up, “to Oschon’s stone then?”

Siovant Parlemaix: “With eager anticipation.” Siovant draws an amused sort of expression across his face at the sight of her new fascination. "Interesting choice.“ He notes.

Lendroit Gatineaux: "Oschon… The Wanderer, right? Not one of the more widely revered gods.” He nods. “Yes, I’m quite ready.”

Adelise De'bayle tugged the thing up to her face, scanning it over in scrutiny. “Yellow is my favourite colour,” she replied out in a lame tone. “I am not sure what I am supposed to do with it. However, it will remain a keepsake.” Looking toward Lenny, Adelise’s lips tugged some, clearly pleased by his knowledge. “Indeed. He was the patron of Nym which, with any in-depth reading, I am sure everyone is quite aware of its demise. Let us get going then, before the evening grows too much darkers. Fiends are quite rampant during these bells.”

Leading the two out of the city, Adelise pushed away the lingering tension that gnawed at the back of her head, her focus clear.

Turning toward her company, Adelise brushed a haughty hand behind her head to toss at her braid. “Shall we travel by foot or bird? Which would you both prefer?”

Siovant Parlemaix: “The distance is not too great, I wouldn’t mind crossing it on foot.”

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Foot, I’d say. Unless one of you wouldn’t mind me riding with you.”

Siovant Parlemaix: “Not allowed to ride on your own?”

Adelise De'bayle: “I am hardly a very good chocobo rider I fear, though the trip might be a bit on the longer side. No matter, I wished to explore these lands anyhow, it is always more of an experience on foot,” the girl squints toward Siovant, a hand moving to rest to her hip. “Let us be going,” she huffs out, turning on her heel with a roll of her eyes.

Lendroit Gatineaux: "Never really ridden much before.” He shrugs. “A chocobo is a luxury I cannot afford.”

Siovant Parlemaix: “A shame. Walking, then.”

Adelise De'bayle seemed to furrow her brows upward as Lenny’s words touched her ears, a somewhat sympathetic look coming over her. Opening her mouth to potentially change course, she was cut by Siovant’s curt push. “Right… walking.”

Beginning their long trek, the trio made way through Lower La Noscea, their course leading them into the middle of the continent.

Adelise De'bayle: “Have either of you traveled this far south before? Ah, well… mostly Lenny I suppose. I know you have Lord Parlemaix,” the girl cautiously eyes the nearby fields, several different beasts meandering about them, mostly docile by the looks of it.

Siovant Parlemaix strides languidly, his hand resting idly on the considerable black grimoire that hung from his hip. Though he made no verbal indication of such, his enkeened Wildwood eyes scoring the wilderness on either side for threats. At Adelise’s indication, he’d opened his mouth to gaily respond, only for her to snub him before he could.

Lendroit Gatineaux: “No, not really. I came to La Noscea once, but never ventured past Aleport.”

Adelise De'bayle: “Hm, really now?” Adelise inquired, her hand slipping into her bag to dig about, eventually tugging free a sheathed dagger. “Why only Aleport? Was it to see the grand statue that supposedly resides there?”

Siovant Parlemaix allows those sharpened hues to draw quietly onto the majestically-moving sails of the windmills to his right. Momentarily distracted.

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Um…” The real reason was in the name of the place. “Yes.”

Adelise De'bayle truly tried to view most in high graces, especially those she deemed her friends. Hardly considering any other reason outside of her own innocent suggestion, the young Half-Elezen smiled back to him as she led them into the more jungle-thick parts of the region. “I am sure it was a grand sight. They are quite amazing are they not? Such craftsmanship,” eyeing the noisy foliage, Adelise grimaced. “It is hot…”

Siovant Parlemaix: “Try not to look edible. I’d rather not have to haul either one of you out of a Goobue’s mouth today.”

Approaching a haphazardly repaired bridge, the group stopped momentarily, cautiously inspecting the harrowing fall into watery depths below.

Adelise De'bayle: “Not afraid of heights are you?”

Siovant Parlemaix: “Me? Hardly.”

Lendroit Gatineaux tugs at his collar. “It is rather warm.” He glances back to Siovant. “That jacket isn’t too suited for this climate, is it?” He pauses. “No, I’m not afraid of heights. I climbed many a tree in my youth.”

Adelise De'bayle scoffs, “I am sure we will be fine against any beasties,” she waved off Siovant’s in tial warning, glancing over the bridge before steadily beginning to cross over it. Creaking wood sending small twinges of anxiety racking through her, she kept a straight face to avoid any concerned stares from her company.

Siovant Parlemaix: “It was woven for Ala Mhigo. Far hotter than here.”

Adelise De'bayle: “Indeed… though not nearly as humid,” Adelise grumbled, her pale face now flushed in red, dampened by the moisture.

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Is that so? The furs make it look rather toasty.”

As if heralded upon by the older Elezen’s prodding, a towering Goobbue stood in the path just ahead of the trio, its back turned in idle comfort as it seemed to meander about.

Pausing, Adelise tightened her hand to her dagger. “They are typically rather ferocious are they not?” she asked out to anyone listening. “The ones back home would attack without hesitation…”

Siovant Parlemaix had been about to respond about the comfort of his layered fabrics, only to loft a brow at the contentedly-grazing Goobbue. “Typically they aren’t overly bothered if you keep your distance. I’m sure if we merely give it wide berth, it will pay us no heed.”

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Well, that’s good. Looks like a friendly fellow, doesn’t he?”

Siovant Parlemaix: “I wouldn’t go that far.”

Adelise De'bayle exhales a tense breath, her hand relaxing over her sheathed blade. “Right well, no need to upset it then,” continuing forward, Adelise would tread lightly, her crimson eyes leering over at the large beast, her heart beating nearly out of her chest. Keeping a focused gaze on it, she seemed to calm as it made no movements toward them. Turning to face forward, the young De’bayle was about to happily quicken her pace when another large Goobbue pulled out from behind a large nearby boulder, the girl slamming immediately into its leather hide. “Euhhh…” she gasped out, stumbling back some as she looked over the thing with less than fond memories of past interactions.

Turning sharply toward the young woman, the Goobbue sniffed about the air before opening its gaping maw in a painfully echoing screech.

Bringing her hands to clench at her ears, her jaw tightening from the vibrations that rang through her skull, Adelise turned to her company anxiously before quickly moving to run past the lumbering beast. She wished to avoid direct confrontation with the thing by however means necessary.

Siovant Parlemaix could not help but twist his lips as Adelise ran afoul of the vast creature’s personal space. While he’d draw a hurried pace after her, the tome would find it’s way to his hands. Pages shifting dangerously as binding power flashes from their bleached portents, attempting to draw the pursuit to a staggered halt.

Lendroit Gatineaux readies his bow. “Well, that one doesn’t look so friendly!” He knocks an arrow, walking backwards as he draws his bow. He stops moving, taking a second to steady his breath as he looses the arrow - aimed for the creature’s knee. How much abuse could those stubby legs take?

Adelise De'bayle: “L-Let us attempt past it, I would rather not relive those memories of my interactions with such a beast in the past!” she calls out back toward them, booking it forward as she clearly had no intention on taking on such a large creature lanceless.

The Goobbue was quite suddenly brought to a halt by the two assailants. Dipping its head back in a boisterous roar, the creature seemed hardly intent on further chase. Whether it be by arrow or magic was unknown.

Bolting forward, Adelise was far too focused on getting away from the thing to glance back at the moment, her lungs and abdomen burning from the heat and sprint.

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Thanks for the assist, Lieutenant. It’s easier to hit a stationary target.”

Siovant Parlemaix: “I’m surprised you had trouble hitting a target that size, regardless.”

Lendroit Gatineaux: “The legs are small.”

Siovant Parlemaix snorts.“Those springs that I spoke of should be coming up shortly. Although our destination will carry us past them.”

Lendroit Gatineaux: “I’d have to have shot every arrow I have, and then some, before aiming for the torso would’ve mattered.” He pauses. “Springs?”

Adelise De'bayle ran, and ran… and continued to run until she was deeper into the jungle, large ivory ruins now within her vision. Screeching her boots to a halt within the dirt, the girl held a pained hand to her belly as she panted out tiredly, her face dripping in sweat. Looking back as her company caught up, she’d shoot a confused gaze toward Siovant. “Wha… ah, hm…” she considered out, her eyes narrowing. “Did you wish to visit them?” she asked out breathily.

Siovant Parlemaix: “There will be time later.” Siovant notes softly, “We should stay true to our target.”

Adelise De'bayle: “Stay true,” she nodded, standing up as she wiped her gloved hand to her drenched brow, it liberally coating the leather in wetness. “Forward then… we should not be too far. Lady Carina told me of this location some, told of a place that resided near to it.”

Adelise De'bayle eyed the large ruins that game into view, her eyes wandering about the many standing structures. “Nym…? It must be… so then we are close. Such beauty in destruction.”

Lendroit Gatineaux gazes about. “Indeed. Reminds me of the Gelmorran ruins.”

Siovant Parlemaix: “Be alert. The run is thick and abounds with Kobolds.”

Adelise De'bayle wiggled a pointed ear at his mention, glancing over her shoulder, “Gelmorran?” Adelise’s attention is quickly drawn back forward as she shoots their surrounding wary stares. A few could be seen off farther in the distance, though not nearly close enough to draw their ire.

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Yes! The ancient city of my ancestors. Parts of the tunnels have been exposed since the Calamity, all over the Shroud.”

Siovant Parlemaix crosses quietly to the stone as the two engaged in conversation, booted heels crunching loose debris underfoot.

Adelise De'bayle: “Truly? How very interesting…” clearly the topic drew her interest, and with it her curiosity. “Lord Parlemaix, are these tunnels visitable?” she asked out, turning to find that he had already walked away. “Ah…” she frowned, her lips pursing out some. Down at the rock, the sight was serene. Light blue creatures floated about, adding a peculiar ambience to the area.

Poking its head out from behind the Wanderers stone, a Kobold screeched out. “Uplander!”

Siovant Parlemaix furls his brow in irritation at the beastman’s interruption of his serenity. "Don’t be rude!“ He admonishes in scathing tones, waving a finger at the errant creature with a beetled brow. He did not seem overly concerned, despite the Kobolds’ considerable and dangerous reputation.

Lendroit Gatineaux turns his attention in the direction of the diminutive creature (not Adelise), chuckling at Siovant’s scolding. "We’re just out on a walk. No need to be alarmed.”

Adelise De'bayle seemed to watch Siovant’s interaction with the beastman with a curious blink, rather surprised at his nonchalance over the possible attacker. “Ah…” she breathed out, not sure how to go about this particular issue.

Hopping up on its furry little feet, the Kobold continued its screeching, “bloody Uplanders here to ruin everything again! Again since the 789th Order took everything! Scatter! Leave this place you meddling creatures!” it continued to seethe out, moving over to attempt scratching at Siovant.

Siovant Parlemaix gives a haughty huff at the continued abuse that he sustained at the hands of the furious beastman, although now he was acting stubborn for the sake of it. At the Kobold’s approach, it would quite firmly find a booted heel set into the middle of it’s snout. Not quite a kick as much as keeping the flea-bitten creature at a distance. "No, thank you.“ Siovant states, "We’ll be along shortly.”

Lendroit Gatineaux turns, walking towards the edge of the cliff. “Now, that’s a view.”

Adelise De'bayle was quick to move forward toward the bickering duo, her dagger tucked away into her belt for the time being to attempt to look less aggressive. Waving her hands up, the young woman in her monotonous tone attempted to sound somewhat soothing. “Please, this does not have to resort to violence, we have simply come to visit the stone and make our leave. Do not make this harder than it needs to be…” she remarked to the thing with some disdain, her lip twitching upward in irritation.

Continuing to struggle under Siovant’s boot, the creature thwacked and scratched at his boot, “damn you Uplander!” it cried out, flopping backwards to roll and look toward Adelise. “No more! No more shall fall from you-” the beastman was abruptly shut up as the girl brought a knee to the front of its helm, the clanking of metal to skull echoing a moment before the creature fell back.

Adelise De’bayle: “That should buy us some time at least.”

Lendroit Gatineaux: “A shame you had to knock the little guy out. Ah well, suppose that’s why they’re ‘beast’ men. Not too keen on talking things out, are they?”

Siovant Parlemaix puffs up like an overly-irritated Couerl, “I suppose that we should make our time here short. I don’t much relish the idea of having to outrun half the Kobolds in the area.” Golden hues lit along the stone, his lips set into a once-again-firm line.

Adelise De'bayle: “Unfortunately not. The beastmen back home were quite the same. It was impossible to talk any sort of sense into them…” she huffed, focusing her attention now on what she came for. “Oschon the Wanderer. How very fitting that we visit the Navigator and the Wanderer on the same eve. Perhaps their virtues will help to guide our path onward.” Glancing toward Siovant, Adelise dipped her head in muted agreement before going back to recalling her studies. “The ruler of mountains and god of vagrants. He commands the wind. From what I know, he is said to look quite like you, Lenny. A carefree sort with a bow. He is close to Halone as well, I will be sure to keep his teachings close,” eyes directing upward, Adelise smiled, “He works together to form the Heaven of Wind with Llymlaen, as you recall me telling you Siovant.”

Siovant Parlemaix: “Mmm.” The Wildwood notes in near-mute indication, golden hues growing heavily-lidded with some distant thought. His own considerations of the Gods had never been anything more than short, and coarse. To hear them recounted so easily gave his dauntless arrogance some manner of pause.

Lendroit Gatineaux: “A wanderer with a bow?” He hums in thought. “I’d say this is a good god for me to have started with, then.”

Adelise De'bayle took a step forward, her actions mirroring that of back in Limsa. Reaching into her bag, she would tug out a decently sized white stone, the shape egg-like. Dropping down onto her knees, the young woman set the stone down, her leather hands reaching into the earth to press and rub some dirt over its surface.

Lendroit Gatineaux leans in to watch her actions. “What’re you doing there?”

Siovant Parlemaix watches the flickering witchlight as it dances about the clearing around the Stone. He’d apparently drank his fill, judging by the way he turned about-face. Keeping guard for errant Beastmen.

Adelise De'bayle: “Mm. It is for a friend. I hope that these visits together can also bring them some clarity…” she mumbles out cryptically, not really acknowledging the stone itself nor its purpose. Brushing it off, Adelise would move to tuck it safely away, standing back up and patting at her coat to rid it of dirt. “That should be enough for here. Would you all wish to accompany to this location Lady Carina told me of? A chsnce to sleep in the wilderness and see more of the land, it is north west of here.”

Siovant Parlemaix: “An acceptable plan.”

Adelise De'bayle: “And you, Lenny?”

Lendroit Gatineaux: “As opposed to wandering off on my own? Most certainly.”

Adelise De'bayle: “Right… this way then,” she sighs out, anticipating more kobolds along their path.

-Sneakily making their way around the larger Kobold encampment, avoiding any aggressive posturing, the group slipped into the larger portion of Outer La Noscea, past Camp Overlook and into the ruins-

Adelise De'bayle: “Ah… more ruins of Nym…” she mumbled out, looking out at the floating crystals in awe. “Such power… the aether here is practically suffocating.”

Siovant Parlemaix views the wealth of floating crystals overhead with some manner of ill-ease. Tome remained close-at-hand, more for comfort at this point than anything.

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Are you particularly sensitive to that sort of thing?”

[12:05 a.m.]Adelise De'bayle: “Mm? Not entirely. I am not very keen on magic using though as it wears me down thin very quickly. An old illness making my aetherical constitution far lower then I would prefer.”

-The trio eventually approach the Hermits Hovel, the sight not quite what any of them were expecting-

Siovant Parlemaix: “Cozy.”

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Ah, I was half expecting tents.”

Adelise De'bayle: “This is it…” she looked about the area idly, “hm, not a bad suggestion. She made it seem as though she practically lived here at some point, I thought for a good while she simply slept in the dirt.”

Lendroit Gatineaux stretches. “Well, I for one am looking forwar to retiring for the evening. That was a lot more walking than I expected.”

Siovant Parlemaix rolls his shoulders, “Sleeping in the dirt builds character.” He notes with some crooked amusement, though Lendroit’s statement drew a golden hue. "It was quite a trek.“

Adelise De'bayle: "You are free to go inside and find a place to rest. I think I will scope around some more myself,” her eyes roll over toward Siovant, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Tired already the both of you? And here I thought you two were built for this sort of adventuring.”

Siovant Parlemaix: “I didn’t say I was tired.”

Lendroit Gatineaux: “Ah, perhaps if it were a bit more active I wouldn’t be so tired. Needed to get my blood flowing, you know?” He chuckles. “Regardless…” He yawns. “I’ll find a spot to sleep.”

Adelise De'bayle hardly seemed convinced considering the trip there, but shifts a shoulder in shrug none the less. “Rest well.”

Taking his leave, Lenny retired into the hovel.

Adelise De'bayle continued onward, leaning over the water inspect the liquid some. Splashing a boot inside, the protective leather mostly protecting her from the heat, she would continue forward toward some loose hanging docks.

Siovant Parlemaix moved up behind Adelise, his considerable boots causing the ruined bridge to creak. "Enjoying yourself so far?” He inquires softly.

Adelise De'bayle seemed to glance down in some nervousness at the groaning wood beneath her, managing to hold a forward visage of sureness. Turning toward Siovant, the wood would press downward toward the harrowing fall below in strain. “I am. The sights and sounds… walking and seeing all these different places. It brings back an old childish joy I once held when Hitokiri would take us on another adventure. Thank you, for taking part in this with me.”

Siovant Parlemaix laughs softly at the earnest tone that the young woman treated him to. "I couldn’t let myself miss this, not for anything.“ His eyes gazed out at the misty expanse below, golden hues muted from their usual gleam. "I am glad to hear that, though.” He notes, folding his arms loosely over his chest.

Adelise De'bayle tugged at the leather that hugged her hands some, her teeth biting over her bottom lip. Taking a deep breath, she eventually took a step closer toward him. “Forgive me Siovant… for having invited Lenny with. He informed me of what these pilgrimages typically entail. Had I known, I would not have made it… well, like this,” she motions a hand toward the hut, exhaling out in some tiredness as her hands slipped away from each other, one resting against her aching wound.

Siovant Parlemaix softens his stiff facade somewhat at Adelise’s apology, amused in ways that he did not show. "You couldn’t have known.“ He notes, "I should have told you, honestly. But I was… selfish in thinking that I would have you to myself.” He waves a negligent hand, “It is no issue, my love.”

Adelise De'bayle squished her lips uncomfortably, eventually exhaling her breath in frustration. “It is an issue though,” she pouted some, “I dislike feeling as though we are strangers when around others. It bothers me,” she admitted out, her vision dropping downward. The young woman was typically rather good at hiding the troublesome emotions that ran through her, though within this moment all she wished for was to be honest with the man she called her own.

Siovant Parlemaix lifts his gloved hand, cupping her chin in his warm touch and drawing her gaze up to meet his own. She’d find her mouth softly covered by his own for a brief, breathless moment. And then just as it began, it was over, his lips pulling away. "If you do not want to hide our relationship, then we don’t need to.“ He states. "I understand the reason for it. But I don’t like doing it either.”

Adelise De'bayle felt her heart flutter nearly as fast as the man pulled his lips away, leaving a heavy frown in its wake. “I… but. I do not want to, I just… I do not want to be a problem for you,” she murmured out some, her feet shifting over the wood. Glancing back toward the heated spring, Adelise thinned her lips, “bring something to swim in?”

Siovant Parlemaix offered the young woman a challenging look, “Bring something? I thought we’d just dip in naked.” He puffs haughtily, his expression drawing that crooked grin that made it difficult to tell if it were a bluff.

…

Truly, it as a shame our night together from then on took a turn for the worse. Even with its outcome and the feelings it left me with, I learned something. Something about Eorzea. About the one I hold closest to me.

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