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[velnica]

Guydesan 37!

Guydesan - 37. A kiss without a motive

As was customary, right after the fifth bell in the afternoon rang, Sanson would make his way to the office—lance on his back, paperwork in one arm, and an obnoxious melody in his ear.

As was also customary, Guydelot fell into step next to him, fingers strumming the harp to the tune of Sanson the Stiff. He really ought to charge the man royalty for using his name in a composition; mayhap his salary would double that year. Sensing his displeasure, Guydelot increased his tempo, causing Sanson to hasten his pace in an effort to outrun the noise. Alas, that was a futile exercise for the Elezen's strides would ever be longer than his. So side by side they blitzed the familiar path through the barracks. Turn left here. Take a right there. Through to the second building until at last a familiar door with their unit's designation writ upon a plaque came into view.

Below the name was a harp insignia carefully carved into the wood with some manner of knife. How it slipped past the brass's inspection Sanson knew not, and cared even less about; the Captain traced the shape all the same, pride in his heart. He reached down to grab the door handle but the drag of calloused fingertips on his jaw stopped him in his tracks.

"Yes, Guydelot?"

His answer was a pair of lips slanted against his own, the touch light, no more than a peck in comparison to their usual ravenous caress. Sanson sighed against the touch, tongue darting to lick Guydelot's lips, giggling as the bard caught it for a flash between his teeth before letting Sanson have his way.

They parted, neither wanted to pursue anything more than a brief frolic afore they were safe behind closed doors.

"What was that for?" Sanson asked, amused. Guydelot let out a soft laugh.

"Nothing. Just because." The Hyur hummed contentedly in return, cradling the fingers still on his jaw.

"Shall we?" Releasing Guydelot's hand he swung the door open, holding it so his bard could saunter in as he was wont to do. And he did, before suddenly yanking Sanson forward and kicking the door close behind the bewildered man. Caging the Hyur in his arms, Guydelot knocked the Adder hat off its perch, giving him space to kiss Sanson deep and proper.

"And that one was for...?" He asked again, breathless and bright, lips a hairsbreadth away from his lover's. The bard grinned cheekily.

"Us."

*****

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[sphinxsmuses-archived]

ooc: All Available Muses/Characters!

Fandomless Ninja/Naruto:

Midori Ryu (A clumsy, scared ninja girl who one would possibly say is the worst ninja ever. Belonging to a clan who believes dragons exist and mimic them through their techniques. Wants to make her clan proud.)

Yugioh:

Miyuki Tenshi (A sweet, innocent duelist who uses a deck with angelic creatures revolving around the Sanctuary in the Sky card. She has a duel spirit, Happy Lover, and has yet to meet anyone else with one or that can see her. Has a Angel and Fairy verses in the Alt. Verses page.)

Aku Yazoi (A hot tempered but secretly sweet duelist who becomes flustered from compliments and cute girls. His deck he calls Nightmare Fuel, his key card being Dark End Dragon. Can be fandomless)

Fandomless:

Chloe Thaleia (Mischievous thief from a family of thieves looking for her older brother who left home when she was a child. Will steal from you playfully then give it back once she’s caught. Has a magical greatsword she stole that can use the four elements but she has no idea how to use it.)

Aiolos Thaleia (Older brother of Chloe. After witnessing his uncle (who had taught them all they know about being a thief) break the family code by murdering someone, he decided to go on a different path and leave the family. He strives to be a knight or a guard, something he sees as more honorable.)

Final Fantasy 7:

Xia Malificia (A flirtatious, mischievous girl who used to live in Sector 5 but grew sick of her overprotective parents and living poorly and ran away. She used her beauty and charm to con people out of money before finding and getting hired by the Honeybee Inn. Now she is a singer there as well as a bee girl and is still up to her old tricks. Can be fandomless!)

League of Legends:

Shay Pierina (A Vastaya cat girl from the deserts of Shurima. She was found in a small village there as an orphaned child and was raised by a kind human. She has the ability to control sand and manipulate it to form whatever she can imagine. She wants to one day be a guard for the Emperor. Has a FF14 verse where she is a Warrior of Light from Ul’dah.)

Monster Hunter:

Sonafuwa (A Paolumu who gained the ability to turn human. Sonafuwa is shy and tends to stay in the trees and away from hunters so she won’t get hunted. When she meets someone friendly, she becomes more calm and is happy to make a new friend)

Sakura (A Pink Rathian that gained the ability to turn human. Territorial at first but can become friendly if she sees the other means no harm. Prissy and doesn’t mind Hunters so long as she isn’t their target.)

Pokemon:

Piper/Peeps(An Altaira Gijinka girl who can’t speak human very well and tends to just say Peep or chirp or hum. Very innocent and naive and loves to give hugs to people and can be a tad air-headed.)

Final Fantasy 14:

Orabella Kalon(A shy Elezen Summoner from the First world. A scholar of Crystarium, Orabella decided to travel to study the magic of the world and stumbled into the pixie land, becoming captured until one day she was suddenly freed. Now she wanders with new pixie friends, still set on studying. Also has a fandomless verse.)

Fate Series:

Emilia Clarimond (A Fate Master OC. Emilia comes from a family of mages who decided she would be the first to fight for the grail in hopes she would make their family famous. But Emilia has other plans. Also has a Fairy Tail verse in the Alt. Verse page)

Demon Slayer:

Christina Terrwyn (A young Demon Slayer who was taught everything she knows by her retired dad. A tad hyper and reckless, she finds slaying exhilarating and exciting but also aims to protect her family including her two younger sisters)

Fire Emblem Three Houses:

Diana Fotieni (A student at the Academy under the Blue Lions house training to become a knight one day. She is studious and trains hard, seeming always serious but holds a secret soft side to her once one gets to know her better. Has a Pokemon Sword/Shield verse as a trainer.)

My Hero Academia:

Kyana Aeira (A wannabe heroine with the ability to conjure fire. Easily excitable and tends to rush into fights without thinking but wants to help the world and has a big heart. Can be fandomless and fit in other superhero settings. Also has Endeavor’s Daughter AU verse!)

Kalliphae Myressei (A moth woman with the ability to heal others using a powder that emits from her. She is a princess of a far off kingdom. Acts with a noble air and always tries to follow her heart. Has a My Hero Academia verse where she is a assistant teacher/nurse.)

Tia “Usagi” Faye (Bubbly kind of girly girl whose quirk is magnetism. She can make anything she touches become magnetic, even things that aren’t normally something you can stick magnets to like trees. She uses this alongside rollerblading to fight and calls herself Usagi for the jump tricks she can pull off while blading around. A student at UA.)

Nier Automata:

10B (A Battle Unit android who is more emotional than the androids of YorHa usually are. She is playful and a tad flirtatious, calling people darling just for the fun of it. She is also very protective of humans or anyone she deeply cares for to the point where she will kill whoever harmed them.)

Fandomless:

Ourania Thanos (A dragon that can turn into a human. Cocky, egotistical, and loves to show off to others. Loves to fight people just to fight strong opponents and also loves to eat lots of meat and drinks lots of ale. Has a Monster Hunter verse where she is a Jinouga gijinka)

Nikki Irving (An oddball Alchemist of a girl who stumbled upon a cursed Eldritch Being who had been shrunk and turned into a tiny octopus. She decided to keep it as a pet, named it Tickles, and has no idea it is slowly influencing her mind.)

Iyumi Akuma (A bratty, whiny, wannabe queen with high delusions. She can be a major pain, demanding attention or demanding servants but deep down wants a king to serve and be submissive towards. Can change to be better with time.)

Colette Eirina (Princess of Maas Kingdom and a rather air headed one at that. A hopeless romantic who reads tons of romance novels and is very naive but a sweet and kind person willing to help others. Though she mainly needs help herself.)

#ooc #all available muses #all available characters #at least that have about pages #lol #I have lots of ocs #lots that aren't on here #more under keep reading

[tamrinetamomille]

Character Summary: Tamrine Tamomille

Read her stories : Ffxivwrite2019

Spoilers ahead for the whole MSQ

Name

Born Tan’rhyne Taamomi, she changed the spelling of her name to an Elezen one when she made the decision to travel to Eorzea, inspired by her Gridanian friend and as a way to mark a new beginning to her life.

I initially came up with Tamrine’s name with the vague knowledge that female Keepers’ names don’t have apostrophes, but since she is trans, I later decided that she should have a “male” birth name instead, which meant manipulating the lore rules a bit:

The prefix “Tan” indicates that she is the tenth child from her mother’s generation. In canon lore, this is normally a suffix, and the numbering is tied only to the mother, but well, my excuse is that the Taamomis follow their own version of the tradition. This is combined with Rhyne, which is her mother’s name.

Close Family

Tamrine is the third and youngest child of Rhyne (Miqo’te word for “esteem”), and has two older siblings, with the middle one having a different biological co-parent. The other parent of Tamrine and her eldest sibling is Sae’huji Tano.

Rhyne is a very determined person and a powerful thaumaturge who is seen as one of the future leader of the clan. She contrasts with her lover since teenage years Sae’huji, who is a more cool-headed conjurer. While the children of the clan are raised by all the caretakers and parents, Rhyne is nonetheless a very loving and protective mother of her biological children.

Tamrine has herself at least one biological child, To’ahana, who was conceived around a year before Tamrine left for Eorzea. The two have essentially never met.

Some time after the death of her fiancé and around the end of the Dragonsong war, Tamrine was officially adopted by Edmont Fortemps.

Romantic relationships

After her first adventures in Central Coerthas, Tamrine started dating Haurchefant, in who she found a kindred spirit she could relax with and be herself. Their bond only grew deeper over time and as turmoil threatened their loved ones. Haurchefant proposed to her before she left for Ishgard in search of a solution to the Dragonsong War and she accepted.

Following the death of her fiancé, she stayed sexually active but abstained from any similar romantic relationship for a few years, though she did begin to develop a crush on Urianger after the reveal of his handsome personality and face during the Warrior of Darkness incident.

It’s only years later, after the defeat of Hades, and while Tamrine was recovering at Urianger’s house, that the two of them finally opened their hearts to each other, ready to move on from their respective grief.

Personality

As the youngest of her siblings and cousins of her generation, and with shortcomings all the more notable for their contrast with her talented mother, Tamrine was quite shy as a child and teenager. As a young adult fulfilling her duty to the clan, she started to grow and come out of her shell progressively, but she particularly bloomed when she became an Eorzean adventurer, growing a lot more confident and brave to the point of recklessness.

Tamrine is rarely afraid to get hurt, both physical and mentally, which doesn’t reduce how much her wounds will still affect her. Even without her fearlessness, her love for adventuring, traveling around the world, and meeting and connecting with people, is just much greater than any downside or struggle that presents itself along the way. She loves the world and the people that inhabit it, and quite often, her singing and dancing is an expression of this love.

At some point, her repressed shyness and homesickness took on the form of Esteem’s Tenth, but after a fight, Tamrine accepted and compromised with this part of herself.

Pre-Adventurer Story and Background

Her family, the Taamomi, is a nomadic clan of Keepers of the Moon residing in Thavnair. They are secret guardians of ancient knowledge that has been passed from generation to generation. Besides the usual Miqo’te hunting tradition, they practice their own form of the Kriegstanz, Thavnair’s battle dancing tradition, but above all, are known by those they deal with as creators and sellers of monsters.

Unfortunately, despite being very skilled at manipulating aether for any sort of physical feats, Tamrine was inversely really bad at spellcasting. Her attempt at reshaping aether in new, complex form always led to chaotic results, making it impossible for her to directly help with the family business.

Based on her body type, her role as an adult was to travel mostly on her own as a satellite of the clan’s core unit (made of the children, caretakers/parents, and elders), which gave her space to reconsider her life and future. After a year, she met a Gridanian merchant who inspired her to travel to Eorzea with her.

Warrior of Light Saga

(From A Realm Reborn to post-Shadowbringers)

More precisely, Tamrine’s destination was Gridiana, where she was hoping to find someone who could teach her how to sing like the bards of old. Through many adventures, she ended up gaining a major reputation on the continent, not just as the Primal Slayer, but also as an outstanding and very sought-after bard. 

On top of her combat abilities and the Echo, her natural inclination and capacity at “purifying” aether made her a perfect weapon against Primals. And with time, she learned to manipulate the energies of nature with more and more precision and strength through her singing, allowing her to fight evil and appease hearts with the power of her voice. Her self-confidence grew as she felt she had found what she had been born to do: changing the word into a better place with her own talents.

Even through the tragedies and debacles of her adventures, she kept dashing forward, unafraid of getting hurt, be it by spilling her blood or getting her heart broken. That is, until the day she lost a fight for the first time in her entire life. After her defeat at the hands of Zenos, her momentum of a few years stopped and she reconsidered what to do next.

As she was recuperating in the back lines, she met Nashmeira, the leader of a troupe of Dancers from Thavnair, who convinced her to relearn the steps of the Kriegstanz, this time in its proper, traditional form. Unlike the Taamomis’ version aimed to reinforce and exploit people’s negative emotions, the traditional school and its opposite aim suited Tamrine far better and she made tremendous progress learning and incorporating this new fighting style into her own. She refined it throughout her adventures in the East and came back to lead the charge of the war in Gyr Abania.

While she defeated Zenos in the end, Tamrine felt at a certain weariness once Ala Mhigo was liberated and the fighting ended for a time. She considered retiring as an adventurer and dedicating the rest of her life to the arts; but the choice was taken from her when the armies of Garlemald threaten Gyr Abania once more and as the Scions were swept away by a mysterious call.

The struggles she went through on the First ended up being some of the hardest she had ever gone through, but by the end, through the reunions with an old friend and with a part of her soul, Tamrine found healing. While she was resting at Urianger’s place, having recently started dating him, she came to the realization that she had a much easier time spellcasting than before.

Tamrine had notions about magic from what her clan had taught her, but she went back to the Source to seriously study magic and test her new limits. Unfortunately, she did figure out the new frontiers of magic abilities fairly quickly. She was able to use complex spells, but only at the expanse of seriously putting a strain on her body and health, especially with black or white magic.

An answer finally came to Tamrine when she realized that a crystal stone given to her by her family as per tradition was reacting to her spells. Following instructions given by her mother for such a case, she accomplished a ritual of several days, that mostly involved pouring her aether into the stone, until it took on a new color and revealed its purpose.

By doing this, Tamrine gave birth to an “alter ego” of sorts. An artificial intelligence based on her own psyche and meant to help her, especially with all matters of spellcasting. “Fuss,” as they named themself, studied Tamrine’s issue with magic and came up with an actual solution in two parts. 

First, they encouraged her to turn her studies to Red Magic again, for its non-reliance of external aether (a strong source of strain for Tamrine) and its physical fighting style that would allow her to combine her strengths. Secondly, they guided her on the making of a sword capable of absorbing the strain caused by her magic and expelling it as an attack (though Fuss taught Tamrine to think of it as a bow when casting magic).

The results were extremely positive and Tamrine happily trained to combine all her fighting styles together while continuing her exploration of the arts of magic. Now a more versatile fighter than ever, and with the newfound motivation brought by her friends in the First and the conviction of still being able to grow and self-actualize further, she continues her adventures.

Miscellaneous Facts

- She is agender and went by “they” pronouns up until she left for Eorzea, where she switched to “she” pronouns.

- She is particularly tall for a Miqo’te, and is even taller than most Midlanders. 

- She looks very similar to her mother, but her green eye is a bit of a mystery, as it isn’t clear to anyone from which ancestor she inherited it from.

- As a trained Miqo’te tracker and hunter, she can track a scent across very large distances, and also has pretty sensitive hearing. On the other hand, she is near-sighted. A fact that took a while for her to discover because of how reliant she is on her other senses, as per her family’s teachings. She simply didn’t realize that not everybody see things this blurry at a distance.

- Being the youngest of her biological siblings and cousins, she thoroughly enjoys treating Alphinaud, Alisaie, and Emmanuellain as her younger siblings.

- Besides the arts of music, singing, and dancing, one of Tamrine’s favorite hobby is competitive karuta, a game she learned from Hien during her travels in Doma that rely on subtle hearing and quick reflexes. She regularly teleports to Hingashi or Doma to participate in tournaments. Her good memory, sensitive hearing, and peak physical capabilities make her a fierce competitor.

NSFW facts (further below)

- She is a complete sub and a masochist, though she enjoys taking the reins and guiding her partner if they are inexperienced. She likes topping and bottoming equally.

- She is a premature ejaculator and has never gotten someone off with her penis (without the help of a spell to prevent her from cumming), which is all the more reason why she is actually quite good at doing it other ways. On top of her good communication skills, this actually makes her a great bed partner.

- Speaking of her penis, it is slightly under average Miqo’te size (and I picture said average as being proportionally lower than Hyurs’ average).

- Her pubic hair has a red streak like her head hair.

#ffxiv #ffxiv roleplay #ffxiv rp #ffxiv fanfic #ffxiv fanfiction #fanfics

[lucasrajan]

Echoes of Pari

Why had she hunted a stag for Narcisseoix Valliere? Lucas couldn't remember how it all started. Perhaps P'ashara Pari had been paid to bring him supplies for a journey? Had he wanted to test her? It was entirely likely, Lucas realized, that much like a cat come home with a bird in its mouth, his friend had simply decided Valliere to be such a soft, incapable elezen that he needed someone to hunt him a meal.

The though made Lucas laugh as he told the tale to three sailors and Madeleine as they shivered by the fire. He, of course, left Valliere's name out of it. He conjured some other name of a nancy elezen in need.

Of course, the truth of the matter was, Lucas had also been in need. He knew nothing of how to survive a harsh, dangerous world. He knew naught of navigating roads and forests, of facing beasts and monsters. P'ashara had guided him, looked after him. She taught him to trap game for his meals, to use poisons and venoms different than those he used in Ul'dah's lethal games. She made certain he had the skills he needed.

With a glance over to Madeleine, still wet from her slip into the ocean, he knew he had to provide as much for her.

~~~

When he told her he identified her mother's gem as a red mage's soulstone, she had been overwhelmed, and moreso when he went into detail of its history, of the ancient order and how, possibly, her family had belonged to it, or been in service to it.

Lucas meant to work with Valliere to have the stone repaired. The man thought he could do it with enough time and effort. Lucas believed him, if only because of his rank within the Order of Nald'Thal. But he was proceeded by the reputation of a dangerous man.

The news had spurred Madeleine to fight Lucas over it. It was a meager fight by any standards, but he had been full glad to see her stand up to him and put her foot down on her conviction. She instructed him not to risk his life for stone. He had agreed. He hadn't lied, though he hadn't told Madeleine the threats were likely not of lethal intent. It was more likely the fellow would try to manipulate Lucas into something or another. But he would risk is so that Madeleine could be united with the magic that was her right. It was only right.

Like P'ashara had for him, Lucas would look after Madeleine as best he could. Time and again it was surprising to him how similarly the shoes fit. Oh, there were differences. He and P'ashara were lovers at times. And despite how distracting he sometimes found Madeleine's behind, Lucas had no intent to try and sweep the woman off her feet.

There had, however, been a moment before they left the Goblet that evening that Lucas almost thought Madeleine was clumsily propositioning him. But as it turned out she had only saw how he doted on others, and wished to do the same for him. Such a sweet offer struck him deep. Of course, he could not admit that. Least of all to himself.

Once they had departed, Lucas recalled how P'ashara had built him into fighting shape. He could poison wine, slip knives into the back of an unsuspecting enemy, and throw them with precision, but all twelve knew he could not fight.

~~~

Later around the campfire he told the sailors and Madeleine about the huntress he knew, how she had riled him up.

Why not try to hit me with that stick of yours? You can't feel bad about something you can't do, Lucas Rajan.

Well, she was right about that. She would leap about, twisting and dodging, leaping over their tent and climbing trees as swift as a crack of a whip. For weeks it had been more than he could keep up with. For weeks he tried, failed, and exhausted himself in the effort. But over time he grew stronger, quicker, and his motions with the practice spear became more sure and able. His attacks became muscle memory and more swift and precise for it. At last, he managed to crack her across her back.

Finally, she had said while pretending not to wince. I was starting to take naps.

~~~

On the road, Madeleine told Lucas she wanted to learn the lance. He could teach her what he head learned from a master in Ishgard and another in Gridania during his brief time with them. Perhaps, even he could teach some of what Oyuki taught him. But first she had other concerns. She needed to toughen up, she needed discipline. She needed to be able to follow through on a threat, or she would die with weapon in hand sure she knew how to use it.

“You have to punch me as hard as you can in the face,” he told Madeleine.

She wasn't keen on that proposal.

But if she wanted to learn to fight, she had to be ready to hurt. If she could punch him, next she could learn to hit someone she was afraid of. Maybe.

Next was the giant tortoise. He had told Madeleiene how he and P'ashara hunted one to feed themselves for weeks. How it had cracked his rib and nearly eaten him.

~~~

At the end of the night he repeated the story in front of her for the sailors, this time playing up the comical nature of it his horrible fate, and his rescue by that same miqo'te.

The stew would taste better with you inside the turtle, but you make me laugh, so you can stay outside the cook pot, P'ashara said in this version of the story. He made her sound a bit more exotic and vicious. It was meant to make the drunken sailors laugh. Maybe Madeleine, too.

~~~

“I don't think I should try to punch that,” Madeleine said as she grasped onto his arm, fearful of the great, lumbering turtle.

“It would be amusing to see you try,” he later commented.

Their banter at last end when they reached the sea. Lucas watched vicariously as Madeleine's eyes filled with tears at the sight, as her heart filled with awe at the majesty of the world. So long ago, as a child, he had the same wonder when he gazed out at the ocean. He had never lost his feeling of wonder, not once. He didn't think Madeleine would, either.

Then he had one more thing to show her.

They went on down to the docks where she could slip her feet in and feel the cold ocean with her toes. It was like a great, big, freezing bath, she said.

“The largest in all the world.”

She fell in soon after.

~~~

Relax, P'ashara told him in the river those years ago.

She supported him, her hands under his back, keeping him floating on top of the river. She held him like that, carefully, letting him practice the swimming motions she had showed him. Over time, without ever quite telling him, she lowered him into the water until he could see he was able to swim without her support.

~~~

Lucas dove in after Madeleine, of course. The poor woman might have made her way safely to shore eventually, but there was no sense in forcing her to live through a few moments of abject terror if he could spare it. He wasn't a strong swimmer by any metric. But he could swim, and he had her safely ashore in no time.

That was how they came to share a fire with the drunken sailors, buying their hospitality with story and song. With a glance at Madeleine and a warm smile shared, he wondered how well he was swimming without P'ashara.

She wouldn't like the new dialect he had given himself. She also wouldn't like that he had fallen back into his cold, vicious ways from time to time. 

But he hoped that she would like how he had adopted a small part of her nature. She took care of others. He could, too. It had become his nature and he loved that part of himself. He could use his talents for good instead of ill, he could build people up instead of using them, and she had showed him how. Maybe she'd think he turned out alright.

He was happy to be the silly cat that always came home with the bird. Even if his friends sometimes laughed, or scolded him for his nature, it was all to see them safely to the next day as best he could. 

#lucasrp

[the-brume-to-the-inquisition]

To Gyr Abania (1/8)

((I’ve not really had much opportunity to play or even write Felix lately, I’ve kinda been in a rut for him in recent months, but with certain events ICly and OOCly and working out where he now stands with certain characters I know what to do with him again, and just copping out writing or alluding to where he has been the last few months, and more importantly what he has been up to in 4.0))

“Are you certain, Inquisitor? You’ve only recently returned from a lengthy pilgrimage” the man said, pale eyes behind glasses staring at Felixient, almost…analysing him.

“I am certain, sir” Felixient replied, staring back at the other man. “We both know with the Dragonsong War ended, and we no longer being enemies with the Dravanians, there is little work for the Inquisition. Not to forget that on top of that things are…difficult for us at the moment.”

“And you leaving would make things easier?” the other man asked.

“Same as when I was on pilgrimage, it will be an…extended leave of absence, or even a secondment to the Temple Knights if you so wish. Either way you need not pay a salary for me” Felixient explained.

The other man shifted, and leaned forward, those eyes boring into Felixient. “Did your pilgrimage not give you any answers, or answers to the questions you sought?” He asked, seemingly changing the question. Felixient looked away pain and guilt briefly etched onto his face, both replaced by anger before his expression settled on a blank expression.

“I found answers” he slowly replied “Not the ones I left to seek, but ones answering a question I’ve long asked for months…”

“But the answer held little comfort to you?” the man asked.

“Well let’s just say I wish that this particular answer had died” he replied bitterly.

“And so you wish to just flee from this answer? From this uncomfortable truth that has you rattled so?”

Felix clenched his fists, teeth grinding together. “I wish to do something” he said, struggling to keep his voice level. “I could just sit listless in Ishgard, with next to no cases to work on, feeling sorry for myself, or I could go out in Gyr Abania and help. I have skills that would be of assistance out there, I am good at the healing arts, and it will be inevitable that there will be enemies that need to be questioned and interrogated. My entire career has been about getting answers from our enemies and if I can use those abilities to assist our allies, then I wish to do so”

The other man sat back, a small smile gracing his features, seemingly satisfied with Felixient’s answer. “Very well Inquisitor, you seem to have your mind set and you are the type of person who would go anyway, even without my permission. I’ll speak with the Temple Knights later today and see if I can get you attached to one of their squads, though you may wish to start packing now, the next group headed to Castrum Oriens will be leaving within the next couple of days”

“You have my thanks” Felixient replied, breathing a sigh of relief, and not wanting to admit that his superior was correct, in a way. He was using Gyr Abania to run away.

“How long do you reckon you’ll be gone?” the young elezen asked, as he fetched a bundle of clothes from Felixient’s wardrobe.

“It’s difficult to say” Felixient replied “So far the Garleans have not made an attempt to reclaim Baelsar’s Wall and Castrum Oriens, though the whole clusterfuck that was the Griffin’s attack on the wall along with the primal and that Allagan abomination was rather recent, they’ve probably not had the time to assemble forces to retake it, most likely having lost most of their forces in the area”

“So you don’t know?” the young elezen asked.

“I’m afraid not Ivaurault” Felixient said, shaking his head and taking the clothes from him and packed them into his bag. “Could be sennights, could be moons. Years even”

“Well if that’s the case, then I’m surprised you’re lettin’ me stay here, with no supervision” Ivaurualt said, looking up at his elder brother.

“You’re not, I’ve booked you passage on an airship to Limsa Lominsa, it leaves a couple of bells before I do” Felixient said, looking up at Ivaurault “That way I will be certain that you will be well on your way to there. Quentenain will be looking out for you and Butternut while I’m away”

“Why not Ursa? She normally looks after me when you’ve gotta be away for ages”

“Her squad has been assigned to fight in Gyr Abania” Felixient explained.

“Oh”

His bag packed, Felixient dropped it onto the floor and looked over to the box on his desk, Butternut, his pumpkin mandragora standing next to it. A flurry of emotions swirled through him as he looked at the box.

“Still want me to deliver it?” Ivaurault asked, when he saw his brother look over at the box.

“Just shove it onto a delivery moogle, they’ll get it to him…it…sooner or later” Felixient said, his voice hardening.

“Got everything in it?” Ivaurualt asked.

“No” Felixient said, his voice hard and cold as he handed over a small coin purse to his brother. “I’ll need a knife, nothing fancy, nothing expensive, just a knife”

“You reckon he’ll understand the meaning behind it?”

“Probably not, and it’s not like I really care either, it’s important to me, and that’s all I care about”

“Brrr, cold. I like it” Ivaurault said, beckoning to Butternut to follow him and dashed off to the markets, the pumpkin mandragora in tow.

As his brother left, Felixient looked into the box one more time, to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, he’d rather not have to send another package to Kugane. He just wanted all loose ends gathered up and severed.

A handful of dried, dead Dravanian wildflowers were scattered in there, ones that he had found over the months following his ex-lover’s disappearance, or at least ones he had found prior to today. Any others he’d find would be tossed into the fire. A pair of machalite earrings were also in there, he had worn them near constantly when he wasn’t working since he had first received them, from a Starlight celebration that now felt like a lifetime ago. He had no use for them now. A small box bearing the mark of an Ul’dahn goldsmith. He didn’t open it, already knowing what was in it, he had spent a long time looking and agonising over the rings there, haggling the shopkeep for a better price. Lastly there was one of his spare glass eyes, the red iris just staring blankly out at him. He knew (or thought he knew) his ex-lover well, his glass eyes always terrified him, it, and he recalled the many times he had used that to his advantage, to tease and play. This time there was no teasing or playful intentions, he had it in there purely out of malice.

Satisfied that he had not forgotten anything, barring the knife that should surely be heading his way by now, he pondered about writing a letter or a note, starting several but finishing none, bar one.

“Sorry it took me so long, needed t’make a detour” Ivaurualt announced as he burst into the room, voice muffled by whatever foodstuff the young elezen had skived from the kitchens and shoved into his mouth, the familiar pitter patter of Butternut’s footsteps following close behind.

“Bring it here Ivaurualt” Felixient requested, as he folded the paper his note was on in half and dropped it into the box, a gil coin following it.

Ivaurault wordlessly handed the knife over to his brother, who quickly examined it. Plain, nothing out of the ordinary, a few nicks on the handle and sheath, and as he unsheathed the blade, noted a few scratches on it as well. “Second-hand?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

Ivaurault shrugged “Was cheaper, Fury the guy practically gave it to me for free when I told him what it was bein’ used for” he said as he snooped through the discarded letters and notes. “Wow, some of these are brutal”

“You told people?” Felixient asked, voice laced with irritation.

“Not the whole story, just said you needed t’tell someone that you wanted t’cut ties with ‘em and that was that. Why? You not gonna tell people what happened? What will you tell them, I mean people are still askin’ if you’ve found him”

“I’ll tell them it’s dead” Felixient bluntly replied. “Easier to explain that way.”

“And easier for you to handle” Ivaurault mumbled.

“Yes” Felixient said, not even bothering to hide or lie about his intentions.

“We all cope in our own ways” Ivaurault said, shrugging. “Even if it ain’t the most healthy way of doing so”

“Indeed we do” Felixient replied, as he dropped the knife into the box, then sealed it up. “Indeed we do”

“You runnin’ away from somethin’ Inquisitor?” one of the knights, a hyuran woman, asked.

“What makes you think that?” Felixient asked, looking over at her.

“You volunteered to come here, you weren’t one of the squads or units assigned here, you asked to be here, in this Fury-forsaken hellshole”

“I’m running away from irrelevance and pending redundancy” Felixient lied.

“Well with the war ‘gainst the Dravanians over, a lotta people are questionin’ if we even need an Inquisition these days” the knight mused.

“And I aim to prove that we’re still useful, otherwise the streets would be littered with people whose only job skills contain torturing” Felixient said, a hint of humour in his voice.

The knight simply shook her head at the humour and looked over at the landscape, the forest giving out to a rocky, desert landscape so strange and alien to the Ishgardians. “I kinda hope someone managed t’smuggle ice crystals here, otherwise I’m gonna be roastin’ in me armour”

Felixient chuckled “That would be a disaster, having all the Ishgardian support roast ere we see any real fighting.”

“Aye, that it would be”

“Is that all, kupo?” the mail moogle of Limsa Lominsa asked, looking over the package Ivaurualt carried.

“Aye, that’s it, just the one, but you gotta be careful, we don’t want anythin’ broke on the way, it’s all gotta make it to Ul’dah intact!” the young elezen insisted.

“Understood, kupo! We shall treat it with the utmost care!”

“Good, ‘cause yeah would be a disaster of some of the contents broke on the way” Ivaurault said “Oh shite, hang on a moment, lemme just quickly check somethin’ in there” he cursed, opening up the package and rummaging through it for the note. He unfolded it, a smirk gracing his face as he read. “Not so brutal as the others, but anyone who gets the gift will get the note. Brother, you magnificent bastard”

The young elezen hastily shoved the letter back into the package, sealing it back up and handing it over to the moogle, practically skipping along the streets of Limsa Lominsa, Butternut closely pattering behind him.

Don’t pay me back.

((In regards to the knife Felix gives, there’s a superstition where it’s bad luck to give someone a knife, as it signifies the cutting of bonds between the giver and the giftee. Some believe that if you do give a knife as a gift, then you give it with a coin, which the giftee then gives to you “paying” for the knife. Felix sent his-ex-lover a knife with a coin, telling him to not pay him back, effectively saying that all bonds between them are severed. A “never speak to me or my brother again” sort of deal))

#writing #prelude to angst #felixient #ivaurault

[honoura]

Prompt #1: Spectre

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt #1: Spectre

Limsa Lominsa ~Fall of Baelsar’s Wall

The stack was out again. How it had gotten from its place on the shelf to the tablet was a mystery, but there they were. Thirteen letters, a baker’s dozen of missives fanned out. Sometimes they were chronological. Sometimes, one was selected for a particular phrase or memory.

 In her hand was a letter from somewhere in the middle. The date put it sometime in mid-summer. All her messages were forgotten; burnt, probably. Likely. 

“Still waiting for our cooks to pack it in & leave all the meals to the Lominsans. Nothing they make smells half as good and even the biggest bloody patriot of the lot admits it. Reminds me of Mum’s La Noscean toast and several of those salty fucks have blessed her for ‘making do with what them grim-faced tree-lovers call food’. At least that’s what I think they said, not sure honestly. Someone should tell that lot there’s more than twelve letters to the alphabet.”

Honoura gnawed on a hangnail and scanned the words, trying to figure out what sort of conversation she’d been having with her brother. 

It was one of the wordier letters -- she hazarded his particular unit had been called back. Maybe it was a change in strategy. Maybe the unit had suffered too heavy a number of casualties. Irrelevant, she knew, but it was a level of understanding she hadn’t had back when her grimy hands had first read the passage. Aidan hadn’t mentioned it either way. The next passage was the lyrics to a really dirty sea shanty. Pity they didn’t teach him all the lyrics, she thought, and squinted at a crude doodle of an elezen with glasses. Now that’s a familiar face.

The next couple had been long and full of random bits about La Noscea; how it was important to name a vessel. What offerings were best to make to Llymlaen. About how Baderon Ten Fingers had a whiskey that could kill a man if he had ten fingers of it. About a pirate ghost ship thought to sail where the lost city of Nym’s port used to be every full moon. Of the yellow eyes still seen flickering in the Wanderer’s Palace -- no one was sure what they were. No one felt keen to find out for certain which was the correct answer; best leave the dead to themselves.

“Apparently it got wiped out in the Mage War. You know, THAT one,” and Honoura nodded in acknowledgment. Granny Amelia was of a mind their ancestors had fled from Amdapor and never missed a chance to tell some version of its fall every holiday. Her granddaughter was of a mind that Granny Amelia was a crone with a habit of self-importance, but she’d long since lost the chance to say that to the woman’s face.

“Course then I told him about the fireflies.” Here she stopped, another ghost’s memory overtaking her. Grandpa Ainsley had spoken of the fireflies before; two types. There were the usual ones, with little green lights that flickered for barely an instant. Sometimes they’d land on you and take flight again, as gentle a kiss from the Shroud as you could get.

But there were others, gold in color. Their lights were constant, and they never landed. Sometimes they mingled with their viridescent cousins, but they never landed. Ghosts didn’t need to land to rest. They’d always been numerous near the ruins of the white mage city, and other little pockets of the Shroud. You’d find them outside caves thought to lead to Gelmorra, saffron lights winking in and out by the Hedge. 

Tam-tara Deepcroft was strangely sparse with them; when she’d pointed this out, Ainsley had replied,”A body may rest anywhere, child. A spirit longs for home.” There hadn’t been any visits to family homes by an amber light when he’d died. But there had been a flash of yellow out of the corner of her eye for sennights after Father had passed, followed by a turn of her head, a pause, and pang of grief. The color made her so sick to see she’d pinch the heads off of yellow daisies whenever Emma brought them to her. 

“They thought I was a loon after but I’ll say nothin shuts up a Lominsan like telling them your country thinks they lay with wavekin.”

There’d been a lot of fireflies around the Shroud after the Calamity. She wondered if there were any that showed up at their old door.

#ffxivwrite2017 #writing #honoura hawke #i'm a day late and a dollar short but yanno whatevs

[tinolqa]

Sometimes, you get curious and look up how many different saints are referred to in the text of FFXIV. (There are not a large number, but more than you’d think?)

Anyway. Here is a very brief hagiography of Eorzean saints, cobbled together for my own amusement.

NON-ISHGARDIAN:

Saint Coinach- A historian and archaeologist who dedicated his life to proving the then-doubted existence of the Allagan Empire. The namesake of the Sons of Saint Coinach archaeologists and the Saint Coinach’s Find dig in Mor Dhona. Portrayed on some guildleve plates (likely Industry).

Saint Adama Landama- An extremely wealthy Lalafellin man portrayed on certain guildleve plates (likely Ambition), and the namesake of the Church of Saint Adama Landama in Thanalan. There is a remarked-upon irony of the poorest of the region being buried in the churchyard of this wealthy saint.

Saint Moergynn- A Sea Wolf man depicted on (1.0-era) leveplates. Forged a weapon known as the Edgeless Blade.

Saint Tothor- A Lalafellin saint, honored for his diligent ratcatching. Depicted on (1.0-era) leveplates.

Saint Mocianne- The namesake of the Sharlayan arboretum. Little else is known of her, beyond that she was likely an Elezen woman in life.

Saint Allene- The namesake of Saint Allene’s Fire, a deadly affliction that comes from eating bread made with tainted flour.

ISHGARDIAN:

Saint Daniffen- An Ishgardian saint best known for slaying a basilisk, but with a long and colorful history that also included an encounter with a kraken in a Coerthan lake. Pilgrims still trace his charitable journey through the Central Highlands, risking life and limb. Portrayed on a leveplate of his own.

Saint Valeroyant- A former Azure Dragoon who successfully fended off an attack by Nidhogg. The other saint honored by a statue in Ishgard, though his has seen better days.

Saint Reymanaud- The first Archbishop of the Halonic Church, and the namesake of the grand cathedral of Ishgard.

Saint Reinette- A dragoon of Ishgard, who once in times of eld wielded the original Gae Bolg. After taking her revenge upon the dragon who killed her beloved, she put aside the spear and became a woman of the cloth, dedicated to charity and helping the less fortunate. Honored by a statue in the public forum of Ishgard.

Saint Endalim- The namesake of the Saint Endalim Scholasticate of Ishgard. Likely an Elezen man in life.

Saint Guenriol- The founder of the Athenaeum Astrologicum as a place of study for astrologians of Ishgard.

Saint Finnea- A deceased saint whose bone is preserved in the hilt of Integrity, the treasured family sword of House Jervaint.

IT’S COMPLICATED:

Saint Shiva- An Elezen woman who helped cement a peace between the dragons of Dravania and the spoken races living in Coerthas nearly one thousand years before the present. She was the lover of the great wyrm Hraesvelgr, and united their kinds by allowing him to devour her in a final gesture of trust and devotion. Greatly honored by spoken heretics and dragons of Hraesvelgr’s brood, and reviled by everyone else on both sides of the Dragonsong War. The humanoid figure portrayed in many statues and carvings across Dravania, and the inspiration for Ysayle’s primal form.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #also yes allene and mocianne are elezen names but neither are ishgardian #mocianne is associated with sharlayan #and saint allene is the namesake of saint allene's fire #which was in 1.0 and not associated specifically with ishgard #there are also a LOT of leveplates with Mystery Saints on them

[istolin]

Basic Information

Name: Istolin Saillonaux

Race: Elezen

Age: Thirty-one

Gender: Male

Eye Color: Ice blue

Hair Color: Snow white

Body Type:  Lean, trim muscle, the body of a ballet dancer.

Face Claim: Conor McLain.

Marks/Scars: A beauty mark just under his left eye.

Scars from a diresaur claw, from below his ribcage on his right side, to the hip of the left. Removed as of the end of the Dragonsong War.

Family and Friends

Family: (Father) Arthurioux, (Mother) Mirabelle, (older sister) Alyriia, (younger brother) Thierry.

Best Friend: He has many close friends, though none he would consider a “best friend”. 

Worst Enemy: None to mention, though any war sympathizers, Dragonsong or otherwise, or those in positions of power who use their authority to oppress others will be dealt with accordingly. 

Biography

House Saillonaux was born when a third daughter of House Fortemps married another from a highborn family roughly a hundred years ago. Though initially snubbed, the family rose to a respectable position in Ishgardian society and has earned the respect of all but the most begrudging of houses. Their fortune is largely thanks to the Saillonaux Trading Company, which sends their merchants and ships throughout the world to find rare and exotic spices and teas.

Istolin was born to Lord Aurthurioux and Lady Mirabelle Saillonaux on the 14th Sun of the First Umbral Moon. From a young age, he excelled at very nearly every musical instrument placed before him, performing at salons hosted by his family from the age of seven. As a boy, he loved being the centre of attention, basking in the praise of his proper upbringing and charming all he met. Even into his teenage years, whether it be at the hunt - which earned him a reputation for his skill with a bow and arrow - or the court, Istolin was the picture of Ishgardian nobility.

At the age of fifteen, he began training with sword and shield, pledging his life to serve the Temple Knights, and bringing honor to his own house. On a routine patrol through the Coerthas Central Highlands, he encountered a dark knight calling himself Do'ana - “Nightwalker” in the man’s foreign tongue - and the two began a secret tryst. The two met every fortnight until one day, and Istolin began to see how, despite his privileged life, the common people in Ishgard suffered greatly. The colours and regency of the court soon no longer interested him, the parties and balls and salons becoming increasingly dull and vapid. He longed to bring about some form of change, but his father spurned his requests at every turn, believing it beneath them, not worth the time or effort. Though silently obeying his father’s will, Istolin thought to run from Isghard, joining his vigilante lover in hopes of turning his blade to aid the common man, not just for his own benefit. But that would not come to pass, as Do'ana vanished one day, leaving only a ruined camp behind.

And so he remained a knight of Ishgard until his unit was ordered to scout the ruins of Steel Vigil, a Dravanian threat reported by his unit’s captain… a threat that turned out to be the captain himself, transforming himself into a diresaur which effortlessly ripped through the soldiers. Istolin attempted to hold off the beast, until he himself was all but eviscerated by a savage swipe. Mustering the last of his strength, and taking advantage of the scalekin’s lowered guard, he drove his blade into the creature’s heart before falling unconscious. Upon returning to Isghard, and as soon as he was conscious, Istolin was questioned thoroughly, himself and a knight who succumbed to his wounds being the only witnesses to the incident. The trial lasted a week, culminating in any charges being dropped due to a lack of evidence.

During the months spent bedridden from illness born of his injuries and stress from the Tribunal, he heard word of the events in Eorzea, and became increasingly interested in their plight. He wondered why Ishgard had yet to do their part, and sent countless letters to the Holy See, and pleading with his father to send at the very least, a token force to the fields of Carteneau to stop the Garleans. Much like the his pleas to help those in the lower sections of Ishgard, his father refused to even entertain the idea of “wasting” the knights in their service to deal in matters outside the city. This time, he was determined to do something, anything, to make a difference in the lives of those in need. In the dead of night, he slipped from his bed and the city entirely, nothing but a bow slung across his shoulder and the clothes on his back. He made it as far as the Black Shroud before collapsing.

A band of thieves sought to take advantage of the elezen’s vulnerable state, seeing what trinkets he wore as theirs for the taking, including a signet ring, Istolin’s only proof of his lineage. Rescued by a resident of the Shroud, a Duskwight woman, Istolin spent the next months training at the Quiver’s Hold, desperate to regain his strength, that he might join the rest of Eorzea to fight off their dreaded foe.

Then came the Calamity.

To any in Ishgard, Istolin Saillonaux is assumed killed in the fires of Bahamut’s rage, though some in the outlying mountains have claimed to see him. He took up his lover’s name, becoming the travelling bard, Istolin Do'ana, roaming the land seeking inspiration and ready to aid those in need. There remains a small part of him that regrets leaving Ishgard, especially without any way of returning, and though he dismisses any claims of homesickness, his thoughts often turn to the snowy plains of home.

A Realm Reborn

Hearing the situation in Ishgard grow worse and worse, Istolin joined the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. In his mind, the organization had ears and eyes all over the globe, and thought that if he helped them in their business, they would keep a look out for his stolen birthright.

Heavensward

Home was certainly not the place he had thought to flee to following the bloody banquet at Ul’Dah. Nevertheless, it came at just the right time. Though initially shaken by the truths that had come to light about the origins of the Dragonsong War, he held fast to the wishes of those lost in the fight, and sought to bring that truth to light. 

Following the fall of Nidhogg, a battle in which he played a crucial role, and the formation of the Republic of Ishgard, Istolin has set down his bow for all but the most pressing matters, and once certain his homeland was set on a smooth course for the future, he is taking some time for himself for the first time in his life. While he still lends a hand where he can back in Ishgard, most of his days are spent managing affairs for the Saillonaux Tea Trade, and indulging in hobbies such as botany, astrology, and as always, writing poems and composing songs.

#istolin de saillonaux #about #biography #own posts