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potassium-pilot · 8 months

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FFXIVWrite 2023, Prompt 1: Envoy

"Oh, are we close?" Surito Carito asked, the tiny tonberry trying to lift himself against the edges of the ship to see the surroundings. Behind him, Dia gave a boost so he could see.

"Wow", he breathed. "I'm only sorry that my memory is failing me in the geography of my time. This place is breathtaking." Lily appeared at his side to join him in looking.

"So this is Old Sharlayan", Alka Zolka commented. "I admit, I'm a bit overdue for coming here. Ever since they opened their borders to adventurers, I had been meaning to visit."

"Me too", Setoto spoke up. "I simply can't believe they would allow a tonberry to speak in a place like this."

"Well, I admit I pulled a few favors, but Scholarch Montichaigne seemed positively tickled by the idea of having someone who lived in the era of Nym come and speak on its behalf", Dia explained. "I can also tell you with certainty that no small amount of students want to hear about it. There's a lot of historians here and they are all very curious about what happened to the nation."

"And none of them are going to try and kill me, correct?" Surito asked. "I saw the looks that the Limsan citizenry gave us. Had it not been you protecting me, I'm certain I would have been set upon ere I set foot on the ship."

"So long as you stick by me, you'll be safe." Dia pulled a box nearby so Surito could stand on it. "Now just keep looking at the ocean."

The ship made its way to Scholar's Harbor slowly but surely. Around 10AM, it docked and allowed its passengers to depart. Dia, Surito, Setoto, and Alka Zolka made their way towards customs and arrived to the lalafell woman who presided over it. She took the names and professions of Alka Zolka and Setoto, who simply stated that they were scholars of Nymian history.

"And your name?" She asked of the tonberry.

"Surito Carito"

"And your profession?"

"I am a scholar."

"Of what field?"

Surito seemed confused. "Er, simply a scholar, madam. A member of the Nymian Royal Marines."

The official raised her eyebrow slowly. "Er...why would we need a soldier here?"

Dia shook her head. "Forgive him. He's an envoy of the former nation of Nym, here to give a lecture on its history and culture. There should have been a form explaining his special circumstances sent to you by the Studium."

"There is, yes. I simply need to confirm his name and profession as is listed here. At any rate, all appears to be in order, and you are all granted permission to enter Sharlayan at your leisure. Welcome."

With that, Dia guided the three of them away from the gazebo and into Sharlayan proper. As they walked, all of them noticed as eyes gawked at the creature walking about the city. Some even ran at the sight of Surito's waddle.

"Oh dear...", Surito whispered.

"Don't worry. They are merely ignorant. This is why you're here, is it not? To inform", Alka Zolka tried to reassure.

"Surely, it won't be too long until people begin to understand", Setoto concluded.

Even with their encouragement, Surito kept as close to Dia as he could. As he said, when people saw the ex-Warrior of Light leading the tonberry, they knew better than to try and interfere. Finally, they arrived at the new headquarters of Baldesion Annex, where Dia arranged rooms for them all to stay. Upon the doors opening, Ojika formed a big smile. "Ah, Dia! I'm glad to see you and your friends have safely-- EEK!"

Surito jumped at the shriek of the lalafellan innkeeper. Dia scowled. "Yes, he's a tonberry. No, he does not have a stabby death awaiting you. His name is Surito Carito, and he's a guest lecturer, so I'd appreciate you not screaming at him."

"How do you do?" Surito greeted nervously.

"S-sorry. I've never seen one up close before. I've never even heard of one that could talk before."

"They don't, usually", Surito explained. "Dia here helped break me out of the trance that traps all of my brethren in a state of perpetual violence."

"Oh?"

"If you want to learn more, I'd recommend sitting in on his lecture", Setoto encouraged. "It's tomorrow at 11AM."

Ojika looked up to Dia, who nodded in affirmation. "I think I can make the time for that. Why don't I show you all to your rooms?" With that, the three were led to their quarters for the evening. Upon reaching Surito's quarters, Dia and Surito couldn't help but hear footsteps running towards them. Upon the turn of their heads, they spotted a red-haired miqo'te rushing them.

"Dia!" G'raha exclaimed happily. "Always glad to see you." He looked down and noticed the tonberry, making a curious look form on his face. "Er...Dia?" G'raha darted his eyes down in Surito's direction.

Dia looked down to her scholar companion. "Go on. Introduce yourself. I know him; you'll be safe."

Surito cleared his throat. "Hello there. My name is Surito Carito, one of the last scholars of Nym and one of the last members of the Nymian Royal Marines."

G'raha's jaw remained wide open and he gawked at the marine in shock. "I...I'm pleased to meet you. G'raha Tia, at your service."

"Forgive me, but you are a miqo'te, are you not?"

"I am."

"I've never met one before today. Ah, this day has been full of new experiences."

"Much the same for me", G'raha agreed, "I've never met a tonberry before today."

Surito's face squinted in happiness. "I hope you'll be one of the attendees for my lecture tomorrow morning."

"A lecture?" G'raha looked up to Dia, who nodded. "Well, I can certainly try to make time for something like that. What is your lecture on, exactly?"

"Nymian culture and history."

"Considering your interest in Allagan history, I think you'd be interested in a society that took full advantage of Allagan summoning arts to mold into the tactics of the Nymian scholar", Dia pointed out.

"That would be interesting, yes. Even without it, I must admit I know little and less of the nation."

Surito nodded. "Then may I see you there." With that, Surito hopped up to reach the doorknob, opened it, and let himself into his room. G'raha, still reeling from the idea that he just met a tonberry that didn't want to stab him mercilessly, merely blinked.

"You all right?" Dia asked.

"I...have a lot of misconceptions I need to clear up", he admitted.

"Everyone does. That's why he's here", Dia smiled. "Oh, did you have plans for lunch?"

"Not a single one", he lied, having initially intended on using it to do some research on the Twelve.

"Then you should join us. I intend to take everyone to the Last Stand. I was going to ask Krile too."

"I'd love that! I'll see you then."

A few hours pass, Dia using the time to help Krile with her research, telling her about her own, and listening to Krile vent about the difficulties of restarting the Students of Baldesion. As the stroke of 1 in the afternoon, Krile declared, "Now might be a good time for a break, do you not agree?"

"I couldn't agree more. Let me fetch everyone and we can go to lunch." Dia left Krile's study and gathered Alka and Setoto. Upon arriving to Surito's room, Dia knocked.

"Who is it?" Surito asked.

"A ghost. Thought I might haunt you a bit, just for kicks."

"Come in, Dia."

She opened the door and smiled at Surito. "We're heading for the Last Stand for lunch. You're in for a treat. It's the only restaurant with remotely edible food in Sharlayan."

"Oh...I'm fine here, thank you."

"Surito?" Alka asked. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing at all. I just believe it might be better if I just kept to my room during my stay."

"Oh none of that, Surito! We want you there", Setoto protested.

"I don't wish to scare anyone again."

Dia breathed a sigh from her nose. "Come on, you two."

The three left the room, Surito using his solitude to try and practice his lecture. About twenty minutes in, his door burst open and a crowd of people flocked in. "Hope you're decent!" Dia laughed.

"Oh! What is this?" Surito exclaimed.

"This is lunch. You're eating it one way or another", DIa insisted. "I've brought G'raha along and our host."

"Hello. You must be Surito Carito. My name is Krile Baldesion. I've been looking forward to meeting you."

"Hello to you, Krile. Thank you for your hosting my compatriots and I. You're quite possibly the most welcoming presence I've encountered here."

Krile frowned. "Dia told me of Ojika screaming at the sight of you. I apologize for him. I'm afraid that while I informed him of a guest speaker coming to stay with us, I failed to inform him of what to expect of you. I apologize for his conduct."

"It's of no consequence. At least he didn't run at the sight of me like some of the people I've encountered today."

Dia placed lunch on his table. "Well, let's forget about them and get some food in our bellies. Come on up."

The five sat around the table, G'raha in the middle surrounded by Dia and Krile on one side, and Setoto surrounded by Alka and Surito on the other. Dia handed Surito an Archon burger. "You'll love it!"

"So, Surito, what inspired you to come and give a lecture in Sharlayan?" Krile asked.

"In truth, I have been looking for how to revive the art of the Nymian Scholar for some time now that we have a cure for the plague in our grasp."

"Plague?" G'raha repeated.

"Yes. You can see its effect on people by looking at me, and you can see that the cure works with one look at Setoto here." G'raha and Krile snapped their attentions to Setoto, who smiled at them proudly. "You're Nymian?" G'raha exclaimed.

"I am. You wouldn't be able to tell with one look at me, but I am one of the few students of the art left. Were it not for Dia, Alka, Surito, and the work of my father, we may not be speaking today."

Dia smiled as she chewed. Upon swallowing, she added, "We had discussed it for a while and agreed that the best way to try and keep things going was to utilize modern day historians. Montichaigne seemed to rather like the idea."

"I don't blame him in the least", Krile commented amusedly. "This is the first lecture of its kind- a discussion from a citizen of a society long thought to be dead."

After the remainder of their time was spent listening to Krile picking Surito's brain on history, the five stood up and went their separate ways for the evening.

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The morning dawned on Sharlayan. Surito awoke and rose from his bed before he scrambled to find his notes. Upon finding them and reading them through, he heard a knock at his door.

"Who is it?"

"Remember that ghost from yesterday? She said you owed her 20 gil, so I'm here to collect."

"Come in, Dia."

She opened the door and entered alongside yet another new face.

"Oh...hello...", Surito greeted hesitantly.

"Hello", she greeted back warmly. "My name is Ameliance Leveilleur, a good friend of Dia's. I understand you're to give a lecture in the Studium today, is this correct?"

"I am. My name is Surito Carito. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"As am I. If you're going to give a lecture here in Sharlayan, however, we thought it best if you might look the part." Ameliance reached into her inventory and pulled out a small, white Sharlayan robe, sized for a lalafell. "What do you think?"

"That...would be lovely. I wish I knew what to say...thank you, I..."

"But of course. Go ahead and change into it for me."

Upon the two looking away, Surito changed into the white robe and looked in the mirror.

"It looks nice."

They looked back and judged for themselves. "It does", Dia affirmed, "Although it is a little big..."

"That much, we can change. If you wouldn't mind helping me with adjustments, Dia, we can get started."

After an hour preparing the robe to fit him, they looked upon their handiwork proudly. "Now that's a Sharlayan."

"Don't worry; we can hang the Scholar armor on a mannequin and show it off that way", Dia suggested.

"I would like that. It's important for Scholars to have the appropriate gear", Surito reminded her to Dia's amusement.

"Now that we have you dressed up, why don't we show it off, hm?" Ameliance suggested.

"I...I don't know."

"The only way people will get used to seeing you is to see you. The more people that see you walking peacefully with Ameliance and I, the better", Dia reminded him.

He took a deep breath and braced himself. "All right. Let's go."

With that, the three escorted Surito out of his chambers and led him around town. To his shock, fewer people seemed outright horrified at the sight of him as they walked around town. Some even cooed at the sight of him in their robes, like they would a child. He wasn't sure if that was any better.

After enjoying a leisurely walk about the city-state, they arrived at the Studium where they were directed to the lecture hall. Upon opening the doors, he was surprised at the amount of attendants that had already gathered, and the event wasn't due to start for another fifteen minutes. He sat in a chair on the side alongside Dia, Lily on his shoulder, Alka and Setoto (the latter having arrived about ten minutes before Dia and Ameliance did) and stared at the crowd of students.

Surito had a flash of memory. Nymian universities that trained young people all had their own robes to don in uniformity. They would gather and discuss, await the professors before they would start their work. They would ask all sorts of questions, pose theories, discuss history, magic, current affairs of the time, spend countless hours writing papers and preparing arguments. They would laugh together, they would cry together, bemoan assignments together, and cheer in triumph in their accomplishments together.

To see these young minds carrying on such similar traditions warmed his heart. It hit him in this moment that no Calamity, no apocalypse, and no tragedy in the world would ever dim a curious mind.

The hour drew nigh for the lecture to begin. Surito walked up to the podium that was adjusted for his stature and looked out to the crowd, who all looked to Surito to pay him heed. As he looked upon the faces of these students, he could see them- his classmates, his former teachers; he was back in his element.

He took a deep breath and spoke aloud.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #surito carito #alka zolka #setoto seto #g'raha tia #krile baldesion #f elezen wol #ojika tsunjika #fanfiction #she's hanging w her scholar buddies #and support them to the death dammit

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headcanons-n-shit · 1 year

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B-team Scion headcanons! Hoary, Coultenet, Alianne, Ochre, Aenor, Riol, Clemence, and one or two others if you wish!

Imma be real i had to log in and run around for like. 15 minutes to remind myself who all of these ppl were.

Hoary and Aenor have never actually like. Done. Anything. Despite Aenor's many claims and fantasies. Poor Hoary is both A) Dense and B) Gay.

Aenor and Ochre on the other hand...

Speaking of Aenor and Ochre, they both discover a shared passion for teaching in Gridania. Eventually they get a nice little house on a quaint little plot set far enough away from their neighbors that they don't have to worry about noise complaints. It's a very nice house, just. dont go in the basement. It's more degen than the Balmung quicksands down there.

Hoary and Coultenet are married.

Riol has his fingers in every thieves' guild and information network from limsa to ala mhigo. His connections are only surpassed by Tataru (who he rightful respects and fears in equal measure). But somebody sneezes on the continent of Eorzea, and you can bet that Riol already knows.

Clemence is an extremely intelligent and competent healer, with a particular knack for detail work that makes her the ideal surgeon. Once she removes herself from the stress of combat healing, she eventually goes on to join the Eorzean equivalent of doctors without borders.

Bluomwyda is Merlwyb's half-sister. They don't talk a lot, but they do care about each other. Bluomwyda makes sure to send Merlwyb food and trinkets from her adventures, and Merlwyb sometimes plays a little favoritism to make sure Bluomwyda's ventures are funded (within reason).

Krile puts off officially becoming the leader of the Students of Baldesion for sooooo long. Ojika and Ejika basically con her into it: "here, this office has been empty for so long, you might as well do all your paperwork here!" "Oh, can you look over the list of potential new Students for us? we're sooooo busy." "Hey can you sign this really quick for me? Oh, nothing important, thank you." "Here's your new robes, congratulations on your 'promotion'."

#ff14 #ff14 headcanons #scions of the seventh dawn #hoary boulder #ochre boulder #Coultenet Dailebaure #Aenor Cockburne #clemence ff14 #krile mayer baldesion #ojika tsunjika #eijika tsunjika #riol forrest

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sbnkalny · 2 years

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It’s mostly true, just not realistic. someone doing something? can't relate. someone existing outside the store And get some kicks phone DI-1-9026, I'm outta here!

#TEXT #DAY 3 #Smoother scrolling #a more realistic deer #is the mascot of Ojika TOWN #Japan.. It's just not realistic. someone doing something? can't relate. someone existing outside the store. The draugr in." and with my pur #I'm outta control..

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ffxivxd · 2 months

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21 year old Ojika Tsunjika differs from his 22 year old cousin, Ejika, in a few ways. In contrast to the somber Ejika, Ojika has a cheering disposition. This can be seen in the fact that he makes the lodgers' beds personally to provide that extra touch of comfort.

#ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivxd #final fantasy 14

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gailiag · 4 months

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A Comprehensive List of Character Ages from Encyclopaedia Eorzea III

Got my copy today and figured I'd compile a list of every character that has an age given in Encyclopaedia Eorzea III! Contains Shadowbringers and Endwalker spoilers. Text version below the cut (warning: it is LONG).

Shadowbringers Characters

Major Characters

Vauthry – 29

Beq Lugg – ~250

Lyna – 33

Feo Ul – "newly blossomed by fae reckoning"

Kai-Shirr Olkoh – 17

Ran'jit – 88

Chai-Nuzz Mewlah – 40

Dulia-Chai Mewlah – 40

Tesleen Stoneplowe – 18

Halric of the Gold House of Aldmere – 9

Seto – at least 140

Runar – 30

Ryne – 17

Gaia – 17

Role Quest Characters

Granson Ketchthane – 28

Lue-Reeq Chalah – 18

Cerigg Morpurse – 25

Taynor Lakplowe – 10

Giott – 22

Cyella Valthane – ~10,000

Crystalline Mean Characters

Katliss Horhand – 39

Facet of Forging

Iola Waldhand – 18

Eismon Valhand – 31

Colana of the Seventh House of Oakbridge – 27

Sue-Rend Maihov – 29

Facet of Crafting

Thiuna – 24

Walden of the Final House of Elmsby – 43

Owell Freehand – 27

Facet of Nourishing

Bethric of the Second house of Pinehome – 36

Facet of Gathering

Qeshi-Rae Kaapoh – 30

Yalana of the Grey House of Ashgrave – 25

Mao-Ladd Moshca – 23

Facet of Fishing

Frithrik – 26

Mervyl Stonehand – 52

Hurielle Stonehand – 22

Lakeland Characters

Callea Skyekirk – 27

Nielden of the First House of Oakbridge – 48

Mauwyl Mudkirk – 23

Tolas Valkirk – 23

Dwarf Quests Characters

Ronitt – 15

Ozogg – 20

Kholusia Characters

Kai-Shirr Olkoh – 17

Tristol Horpurse – 39

Eueliss Hylplowe – 22

Sai-Lewq Jinal – 56

Theva Valfyst – 37

Irvithe Ketchand – 26

Grithil Ketchpurse – 26

Xamott – 50

Korutt – 19

Glagg – 72

Eulmore Characters

Ran'jit – 88

Chai-Nuzz Mewlah – 40

Dulia-Chai Mewlah – 40

The Jongleurs – 18

Mowen Freepurse – 41

The Canary – 17

Hathenbet Ketchkirk – 67

Thoarich Skyeplowe – 73

Anfrigg Morhand – 21

Bosta-Zia Panpah – 19

Amh Araeng Characters

Ghen Gen – 39

Tesleen Stoneplowe – 18

Halric of the Gold House of Aldmere – 9

Thaffe Morhand – 24

Jeryk Motplowe – 23

Jamial Nabaath – 64

Guthjon – 34

Horthur – 53

Kee-Satt Lye – 20

Rhal Ral – 27

Darmal Morfyst – 45

The Fae

Aenc Thon – "as old as the flick of a disappearing tail"

Seto – at least 140

Rak’tika Characters

Runar – 30

Almet – 87

Uimet – 85

Cymet – 83

Lanille – 140

Myalna – 38

Qitari Quest Characters

Valan – 19

Quinfort – 18

Ciuna and Phyna – 48

Qitarl Natl – 14

The Tempest Characters

Tolshs Aath – 63

Paushs Ooan – 18

Grenoldt Freethane – 51

Teushs Ooan – 33

Zumshs Aath – 68

The Empty Characters

Ryne – 17

Gaia – 17

Werlyt Characters

Gaius Baelsar – 56

Valens van Varro – 56

Severa Souther – 23

Valdeaulin Ganathain – 48

Alfonse aan Baelsar – 21

Allie aan Baelsar – 16

Rex aan Baelsar – 18

Ricon aan Baelsar – 17

Milisandia aan Baelsar – 20

Bozja Characters

Bajsaljen Ulgasch – 54

Marsak Apella – 42

Misija Votyasch – 29

Stanik Alubov – 15

Noah van Gabranth – 48

Menenius sas Lanatus – 55

Lyon rem Helsos – near 70

Sadr rem Albeleo – 37

Firmament Characters

Augebert Brasher – 36

Maelie Greystone – 11

Peyraquile Bomptond – 13

Marcelloix Mourelz – 34

Neillemard Hanette – 31

Endwalker Characters

Major Characters

Ahewann bin Alzadaal – 22

Montichaigne Mongrignois – 74

Ameliance Leveilleur – 42

Erenville – 25

Kokkol Dankkol – 43

Wilfsunn Tragbharsyn – 56

Bloewyda Uwilsyngwyn – 54

Matsya – 22

Jullus pyr Norbanus – 21

Role Quest Characters

Shirabaht bin Ardati – 31

Ea-Sura-Supin – 28

Charlet Reed – 19

Minato Urabito – 24

Kisei Urabito – 51

Sharlayan Characters

Montichaigne Mongrignois – 74

Ojika Tsunjika – 21

Dickson Denman – 38

Barnier Clarke – 54

Ameliance Leveilleur – 42

Kytte Kirk – 26

Nenelymo Totolymo – 72

Studium Characters

Rurusha Rusha – 74

Boric Azora – 40

Namono Tayamono – 29

Jude Rose – 19

Jeromere Marette – 20

Debroye – 21

Galveroche Larille – 55

Flaugustert Friont – 73

Hinageshi Wright – 29

Tankin Banjo – 35

T'laqa Tia – 31

Nele Newton – 81

Qih Aliapoh – 26

Labyrinthos Characters

Vtorak Vetasch – "indeterminate age and inconclusive gender"

Erenville – 25

Kokkol Dankkol – 43

Wilfsunn Tragbharsyn – 56

Bloewyda Uwilsyngwyn – 54

Verpaulaine Fouillel – 12

Thavnair Characters

Mehryde bihn Shinan – 40

Ahewann bin Alzadaal – 22

Mehryde bihn Shinan – 40

Matsya – 22

Qerasaf bin Shirashir – 24

Racashir bin Fahleel – 9

Yezahn bin Qulhudi – 27

Sula – 24

Arkasodara Quest Characters

Trna (Arkasodara Quests) – 21

Ogul Khatayin – 18

Kancana – 50

Garlemald Characters

Sicard Spence – 26

Licinia bas Corculum – 18

Jullus pyr Norbanus – 21

Jareck aan Natasch – 43

Vergilia van Corculum – 42

Nerva yae Galvus – 44

Rimelnaud de Thelomaire – 27

Appius eir Callaecus – 30

Galla oen Longus – 33

Volsus bas Malicus – 13

Vipsania dus Malicus – 44

Frontinus fae Malicus – 43

Job-Related Characters

Gunbreaker

Radovan Slobasch – 45

Sophie – 20

Cato nan Mammula – 52

Vitus quo Messalla – 52

Dancer

Ranaa Mihgo – 17

Nashmeira – 37

Reaper

Drusilla Varus – 52

Arnegis Elder – 42

Hermin Hart – 19

Sage

Lalah Jinjahl – 22

Mahaud Stone – 21

Ancel Stone – 26

Guildivain Sailmet – 38

Blue Mage

Latool Ja – 22

Whastrach Ahldwaensyn – 37

Ceadda of the Whalaqee – 14

Zirnberk Fyrgeissyn – 26

Seasonal Event Characters

Valentione’s Day

Lisette de Valentione – "nearing thirty"

Astrid de Valentione – 16

Little Ladies’ Day

Ulala Ula – 16

Narumi Kakeya – 21

Masha Mhakaracca – 19

Aldiytha Thorne – 22

Hatching–Tide

Jihli Aliapoh – 22

Pawlin Morning – 38

Make It Rain Campaign

Nanaphon Sasaphon – 23

Roland Redsteele – 48

Moonfire Faire

Haermaga Bleibornsyn – 39

Beaudefoin Dupaitre – 33

Hildelana Quick – 28

R'fhul Tia – 18

The Rising

Wandering Minstrel – "undisclosed age"

J'bhen Tia – 22

Nhagi'a Jakkkya – 16

All Saints’ Wake

Impresario – "gives his age as 'six hundred and sixty-six'"

Starlight

Amh Garanjy - 27

#this post brought to you by my particular brand of autism #apologies for any typos or omissions - please let me know if you notice them and I will correct them!#that said #if there's someone you're looking for who's not on here #it's probably because they didn't get given an age #ex: the ancients the lopporits and anyone from ultima thule #ffxiv #endwalker spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #encyclopaedia eorzea 3

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dragons-bones · 8 months

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FFXIV Write Entry #16: Allspice or Nothing

Prompt: jerk || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Listen, I see the word "jerk," I automatically think of the jerk chicken from my favorite Jamaican restaurant, and I get hungry, and I write some minor food porn with character interactions. You're welcome.

It was a warm day in Sharlayan, almost unusually so, and so G’raha decided to walk to the harbor from the Baldesion Annex rather than take the aetheryte. He had offered to pick up from Customs a crate of artifacts that the Students of Baldesion had been waiting to receive, since Krile was running herd on Dancing Heron and Alakhai during their treatments and Ojika was neck deep in cataloging an earlier shipment. And taking a detour for lunch at the Last Stand was a happy bonus.

The joys of no longer being limited by a student’s stipend.

A flash of familiar pink caught his eye as he turned onto the Last Stand’s open patio, and G’raha turned his head to see Rereha, Synnove, and Urianger clustered around one of the tables. Curious; Rereha and Synnove were supposed to be on limited bedrest, though they had greater freedom of movement than Heron and Alakhai. Of course, things could change day to day, and the healers must have decided the pair were physically hale enough for an excursion out into the city, especially a relatively short to the Last Stand considering the hospital’s proximity to the harbor.

“Hello, my friends!” G’raha called out as he approached. The trio turned, all three smiling, and Rereha waved him over, patting the spot in front of the empty fourth chair at their table. He pulled out the chair and sat, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the table. “It’s wonderful to see you in the sunlight again. What’s the occasion?”

“Today,” Rereha said reverently, “is the first day we are allowed flavor once again.”

G’raha blinked. Sharlayan hospital food wasn’t that bad, as the nutritionists were well aware that palatable, even tasty, food made long-term convalescence less of a struggle to endure for patients. He turned to Synnove, bewildered, for a translation.

“We’re being allowed to eat spicy things,” Synnove said with equal relish.

“Oh!” G’raha smiled, then said to Urianger. “I suppose that means you’re the adult supervision.”

Urianger inclined his head with a smile, ignoring Rereha and Synnove’s grumbling. “Just so,” he said. “And to provide succor should today’s meal proveth too much for their constitutions.” He rolled a gently glowing light between his fingers for emphasis.

“Also he is a fellow spice demon and wants in on the goods,” Rereha said.

Urianger merely smiled as G’raha laughed.

“You want in, too?” Synnove said.

“I wouldn’t say no to lunch,” he said with a smile. “What are you having?”

“A spiced chicken dish!” Rereha said cheerfully. “We’re getting a big platter to split, should be plenty for four.”

“The recipe’s from one of the island nations northeast of Yok Tural,” Synnove said, “at least per Dickon, which was per the trader he got the recipe from.”

G’raha’s tail flicked with interest. “I think I’ve heard of this dish,” he said slowly. “Didn’t Dickon build a new grill just to smoke it correctly?”

“Aye,” Urianger said. “Master Dickon hath always gone above and beyond to ensure as much authenticity as is feasible for his menu. Though he hath also created a milder blend for those of Sharlayan without the…experienced palates for a full dose of bonnet pepper.”

“Which we are not having, thanks,” Rereha was quick to interject.

Ooooh, Turali bonnet peppers. Those didn’t often make it from Tural to the Old World markets, similar as they were to only-slightly-easier to acquire Meracydian bonnet peppers, but the Turali variety were much hotter. G’raha suspected that the physicians back at the hospital had no idea what Rereha and Synnove were about to subject their tastebuds to. Not that he could blame them; the Crystarium’s botanists did not have hot peppers high on their list of cultivars to breed back into existence, and he had perhaps been a bit unwise himself in indulging in heavily spiced foods when he had returned to the Source.

It had been well worth it, and Rereha and Synnove would likely the same about their escapades today.

Soon enough, a heaping platter arrived with large platers of the spiced chicken, steaming rice, and fried sweet plantains. The waitress quickly fetched G’raha dishware and utensils, plus a tall glass of raspberry shrub, and soon enough the four Scions had filled their plates with plenty still to eat as their appetites allowed.

G’raha hummed with delight at his first bite of the chicken. Perfectly tender and juicy, the skin charred and smokey in contrast. The spice itself was exquisitely blended; he could pick out allspice and nutmeg and garlic, and the heat from the peppers deepened the taste. The peppers themselves weren’t an immediate explosion of pained heat, either, rather slowly building up with every bite. He was careful to alternate bites of the chicken with rice and plantains, or a sip of the shrub.

Synnove and Rereha, however, were attacking the chicken with gusto, and quite frankly didn’t seem to give a single damn about the heat, heedless of the tears that were streaking down their cheeks. Urianger kept an eye on them even as he sedately worked through his own plate.

“I am,” Rereha said after swallowing, “in so much pain right now, and I am so happy about it.”

Synnove made a noise of agreement, then swallowed and said, “Heron and Alakhai are going to be furious.”

“Well it’s not our faults we didn’t get disemboweled or had our ribs caved in.”

G’raha winced at the reminders of the extent of Heron and Alakhai’s physical injuries from the Final Day and last battle with Zenos. “Perhaps we could sneak them in a bite or two of the chicken?” he said around his current mouthful. “And the plantains won’t be too harsh on their digestive systems, either.”

Rereha, Synnove, and Urianger all looked at him.

He resisted the urge to flatten his ears, and merely raised an eyebrow instead.

But then all three smiled, and he relaxed.

“Gonna turn you into a rebel yet,” Rereha said cheerfully, then glanced over at Urianger.

“I hath heard nothing,” the elezen said primly. “Certainly, I knoweth nothing of the extra take-away containers you inquired of with the waitress whilst I claimed our table.”

“Fucking ears,” she hissed, as if her own long pair weren’t twitching to catch every stray bit of gossip around them from other patrons. Urianger merely hummed his amusement.

Synnove and G’raha exchanged looks, and burst into laughter.

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Temari Tsukimura (月村手毬)

“My dream? Nonsense, it is but a goal that I will achieve.”

　Age: 15 　Blood Type: AB 　Date of Birth: June 3rd; Gemini 　Height: 162cm 　Weight: 51kg 　Three Sizes: 82/58/86 　Dominant Hand: Right 　Birthplace: Tokyo 　Hobbies: Eating Sweets (Fixed) 　Specialty: Singing 　CV: Nao Ojika (小鹿なお)

An ex-elite who was called the "number one middle school idol". While cool, stoic and equipped with a sharp tongue, she's also a spoiled and lazy troublemaker. There's two sides to this girl. She's aiming to become a top idol in order to break away from the self she hates and to love herself more.

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I love these interactions in the Baldesion Annex

G'raha: Puts his book away and stares rapturously at WoL until they leave.

Krile: Doesn't give the slightest shit, literally talks through you to Ojika

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#ffxiv spoilers #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #we are baldesion #warrior of light #wol #g'raha tia #graha tia #krile mayer baldesion #krile #ojika tsunjika #ojika #ejika tsunjika #ejika #endwalker spoilers #comic

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After Endwalker and beating the Endsinger (and 100% after he recovers from almost dying), Dark stays in Sharlayan and starts studying there while living in the Baldesion Annex. Learning as much more as he can about Etheirys as a whole, mostly because he just wants to.

However, due to how little he slept during ARR-EW, Dark sometimes just takes naps and doesn't wake up for a random amount of days. Sometimes it's two days, sometimes it's a week.

Ojika, Krile and G'raha all bet on when he wakes up because of how often this happens.

Dark does, eventually, stop needing to sleep so much and starts sleeping normally again but it takes about several months to a year for that to happen.

#〖 ★ headcanons 〗

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Clear: Day 14

Clear: n. free of any obstruction or unwanted objects.

Make-up post!

Present. Self-restraint is not G'raha's strong suit. Still, somehow he's holding himself back from the thing he desperately wants to do. Thankfully, he has an enabler. Post-6.0.

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If bringing Etheirys back from certain doom seemed like an insurmountable task, G'raha Tia couldn't recall. The events of the past months felt a blur, a flurry of running two and fro, a breathless dream, even. On the other hand, these stacks of paperwork were very, very real. It had only been a few weeks since the Students of Baldesion began to accept new requests, but the speed with which they flooded in stirred dread which not long ago might have overtaken him.

Part of the problem was the requests which had arrived before the End of Days had been averted hadn't been sorted out. As he and Krile sifted through the missives, it became evident a good amount of them were no longer relevant, given the circumstances.

But they could not simply be tossed away wholesale. No, they needed to be examined by hand, each and every one. For all the magic he could wield, G'raha lamented he had not studied the art of conjury nearly enough to call up a familiar to help with even these menial tasks.

He eyed the piles before him, each indistinguishable from the last. One of these stacks had been sorted, though. He was unsure which.

He picked up a sheaf of paper and skimmed the page. It was not expired, as they'd taken to calling obsolete requests, but was it a priority? No, however... could it be taken care of quickly? Well...

"Leave already. Go!" G'raha started at the sound of Krile's voice, the sheaf he'd been examining becoming a crumpled bouquet in his hand. He turned to face her a moment later, Krile standing with hands on her hips, staring with wide-eyed scrutiny at G'raha.

"I-I'm working as fast as I can, Krile." He turned back to his work, wiping the newly-formed sweat from his brow. "Before we can begin to delegate these requests, we must prioritize them f--"

"You're useless, Raha!" she shouted, her voice resonating up into the rafters. His posture stiffened and she dropped her pretense of anger, smiling knowingly. "Ever since J'napha stopped by you sigh and sigh and reshuffle the same pile. You know which request you ought to prioritize."

G'raha blinked vacantly at her, tilting his head in lack of comprehension despite the burning in his face.

"Go and see her!" She shoved at his thigh. "It wasn't an idle invitation. Have you lost your sense?" She paused a moment, and began again softer this time: "Go and see her." Her smile warmed all the way up to her eyes.

"I..." He cleared his throat. "There is much yet to be done. I cannot bring myself to leave you on your own."

Krile tapped her chest. "Raha, I haven't been alone. Besides, Ojika agreed to help me."

"When did he agree to that?"

"While you were sighing and fretting over that discard pile just there!" She covered the stack of paper with a slap of her hand. "Raha, I know you have simply been out of your head since everyone scattered to the four winds. Do you not think this is difficult for her, too? If she's calling on you, I see no reason to stand her pretending you're not ready to jump out of your skin for want of catching that next airship. Go. See her." She studied him a moment longer in silence, his expression still murky. "I'll file a request myself if it'll get you out of here faster."

"Your point is made, Krile." G'raha chuckled, struggling to tidy the piles before him with trembling fingers.

"Bah! All the wild things you do and yet this is what gives you pause."

"If something comes up, do not hesitate to reach me via linkpearl. I won't be gone long."

"Consider your schedule cleared!" She pushed him toward the big double doors of the main hall. "Besides, I'll do better with a helper who's not as lovesick by half!"

"Krile!"

"Give your lovely Warrior of Light my regards!"

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FFXIVWrite 2023 #10 - Workload (self-chosen)

(A/n: my first original self-chosen prompt for this year's writing, because I certainly want to set up Yuri's inclusion in my writing and Fhara's story, cos I've changed how Yuri's lore goes now, but I didn't want to keep waiting for the right prompt to start me off. So a catch up day felt like the best chance for it with selecting my own prompt word.

Yuri's father reaching out to get her help, not only a support network in the Students, but also just a chance to get her access to a good education - as strong as his own independant teachings and Yuri's self study have been - and a way to travel the world. Maybe she'll stay in Sharlayan with desk work, maybe she'll gain the WoL as a mentor and join the Scions on their travels? Who knows yet aha.

Set post-Endwalker!

Word count: 2134)

Work was piling up on the desks of the Students, and no amount of late night work between the two of them had lessened the piles. And unfortunately for them, they had more coming in every day.

“I’m beginning to fear we won’t see the end of it all in our own lifetime,” G’raha mumbled, head settled into the table.

“As extreme as it sounds, I find myself agreeing with the sentiment,” Krile sighed, placing a sheaf of papers onto the desk marked for finished work - it was considerably more barren compared to the rest of the tables in the room.

“We’ll have more coming in shortly, delivered by someone who's apparently working with Professor Lalabi on some matter. Thankfully, she also said he’d be happy to help us get through some of this so long as he’s here,” she added, the relief already evident in her voice.

“Someone?” His ears perked up, sitting straight in his chair once more to face her.

“I’m afraid I don’t know much about him, but supposedly he’s an independent scholar from Hingashi. Lalabi heard he was quite knowledgeable in several fields, particularly her own, and invited him to assist her,” Krile explained. G’raha’s ears flicked again as he pondered over her words. Then they swiveled to the door and he got to his feet, the first warning before a knock properly announced a new arrival. Ojika opened the door at Krile’s call, joined by an auri man behind him.

“Lalabi’s assistant has arrived,” he announced, stepping aside to allow the raen to enter the room. With thanks from Krile, Ojika bowed and left them to return to his desk.

“Greetings, ser, tis lovely to meet you. And a great relief that you’ll be helping us today as well. As you can no doubt see, our previous duties with helping Eorzea’s Scions have let the work pile up to some…difficult levels,” Krile said, somewhat sheepish as she gestured around the room. Their new guest followed her gaze, nodding at the scene.

“Indeed, the professor did say you needed some extra hands with your work. She almost regretted asking you to take on more,” he said, taking a pile of envelopes tucked under his arm and handing it to Krile. She had to bite back another sigh at more work, instead giving him a generous smile.

“Oh, she shouldn’t fuss about it. The work has to be done, it’s just unfortunate we don’t have the numbers to handle it all in a more timely manner. Once again, we’re grateful you could be here to cut through some of it.”

“I shall do my utmost to ease the burden then. Daichi Sakuraba, before I forget,” he said, bowing in response. Both Students mirrored his action.

“A pleasure. Lalabi no doubt told you, but I am Krile, and this is G’raha. May today be a productive one for us all.”

The trio set to work, Krile setting the older scholar with some more organisational duties at one desk, while she saw to paperwork that required more writing or signatures, and G’raha busied himself with reading material needed for future scouting expeditions. All the while, they shared idle chatter, mostly geared toward Daichi and his own experience–

“I hear you’re an independent scholar? What manner of fields do you focus on?” G’raha had asked.

“Oh, truthfully its a little bit of everything. There’s much and more to learn and see on our star, I always tell myself to focus on one thing, and yet five more come and catch my eye,” he’d chuckled sheepishly, “I’m a bit more of a jack-of-all, master-of-none, to be honest.”

“Really? And yet Lalabi thought you learned enough to help her with her own field,” Krile gaped.

“Well, I suppose I could offer a unique perspective on her work that she didn’t have before. And I have been undertaking further research not only to broaden my own understanding but to help give her more information so I’m not a burden to her.”

–and his family.

“Oh a wife and daughter, back home? Do they not miss you when you’re out travelling?”

“They do, though I try to return as often as I can,” Daichi answered Krile’s query, “Especially since I try to teach my daughter much of what I learned myself whenever I’m home with her. She’s a brilliant young mind, very quick on the uptake, and I don’t just say that to be a proud father.”

Daichi beamed, his chest puffing out with pride despite his words, “She can speak your common, and she grasped arcanima within a year, even when I had to leave her to provide my services to a nobleman in Kugane. She can’t manage an axe though, so she’s not much for taking after her mother so far.”

“Well from what you’ve said, your wife is already one of your village’s finest guards. I’m sure she can take care of herself and handle the role for a few more years to come. But certainly having someone ready to train and assist her soon would be a boon to her,” G’raha nodded.

“But indeed, your daughter sounds like quite the prodigy. Reminds me of a certain pair,” Krile chuckled.”

So lost in the conversation were they that the late night bell chime came as a surprise. Even more so when Krile looked around and found the many piles upon the tables had halved in bulk, looking more her own height than fearsome towers double her size.

“My word, time certainly does fly with good conversation,” she said, an ache suddenly spreading through her shoulders now that she was more aware of the work she’d been putting in.

“The extra assistance can’t be understated. I’m not sure how many thanks we could give you to truly express how much this means to us,” G’raha stated to Daichi, standing from his own desk and striding over to offer a hand to shake. Daichi’s grip was firm when he took it.

“As I said, I wished to do my best, and I’m more than happy that you’re both relieved at the result.”

“Dare I say I’d be more worried about what we’ll do once you’re not here,” G’raha said, turning to look at Krile. They both shared a look of resignation at what will no doubt be a build up of more work.

Daichi’s face turned thoughtful.

“Actually, I do have something I would like to ask of you. Something I feel may even help you in turn, if you accept.” Both Students tilted their heads, curious.

“Well, if its in our power to accept, though we may have limits given our status as a group right now,” Krile said carefully. Daichi nodded, understanding.

“I should hope that you can accept. Your group studies mysterious entities about our star, yes? Such as the echo?” Both were taken aback by his question.

“I…I suppose it's not a secret, but the echo is so rarely found that it’s not often people seem to know of it,” she said. G’raha was watching him carefully now.

“I didn’t myself until I arrived here and had access to your city’s reading materials. Even then, there’s only so much an outsider has access to, but that much was available. And I promise you, I don’t ask for insidious reasons. I ask for my daughter.” Eyes widened, and ears perked.

“She has it?” Krile asked.

“We didn’t have a name for it, but from what I’ve read, she may do. Her name is Yuri, and since she was young, she’s had struggles - headaches and visions, she says, around certain people. Merchants passing through claiming to have harmless goods, and she would say they instead wished us harm with poisons; she says she saw shadowy figures many years ago, though none have haunted her since. My wife and I kept it secret from others in the village lest they think she was haunted by a trickster spirit, but we’d still try to find ways to ensure the people’s safety if her visions said we were going to be met with troubles.” Krile silently pondered over his words.

“It certainly sounds like the echo after a fashion. Those shadowy figures she’s seen could be– maybe if they thought there was something worth manipulating in those villages,” she mumbled, holding back direct mention of the Ascians in front of him.

“While there’s less likely to be echo bearers awakening from here on given what’s happened there could still very easily be those that have it that awoke to it before,” G’raha mentioned, “If so, we should try to offer support if we can.”

“Indeed,” she agreed, turning to Daichi, looking hopeful after their mutterings.

“My original statement stands, I’ll certainly have to check with the right people if I could have her join our organisation, especially if any matters such as her travelling to stay here may be in order. It would certainly be the easiest route if we were to support her and offer her our help here rather than communicate with her in Hingashi,” Krile said, to which Daichi nodded briskly in understanding.

“But having said that, I do have some connections that could grant her an easy entry to the city and a quick enlistment. Of course, we would need her here to discuss things directly. Could she travel here on short notice?”

“Of course! She will be visiting here within a week’s time!” Daichi stated, suddenly on his feet, joy upon his face.

“Not that I was presumptuous about your answer, it was already arranged since it has been some time since we last met. I would’ve hoped as well that she could partake of the city's offerings for her own studies as well. But with this, I could send word for her to prepare for a longer stay perhaps?”

“That would do nicely,” Krile smiled, “And alongside her enrolment with the Students, if you and she wished, we could arrange for her to receive additional studies with a professor if she wanted. Given she seems to have taken after her father as the studious type.”

“Yes, that would be wonderful! If it can be arranged of course, I wouldn’t want to take too much from you when you’re already answering my request as it is. Even this much is all I needed.”

“Then it seems we have both fulfilled each other’s wishes,” G’raha noted.

“That we have my good ser. Then maybe no more thanks are needed between us,” Daichi smiled. He made for the door, offering another deep bow as he stepped out.

“My apologies for leaving so swiftly, but I would like to send a missive now that it may reach her as soon as possible. And I hope that next time we meet, she will be on your docks.” He marched off with speed, his footsteps quick down the hall even as the door closed on his departure.

“Well this exchange turned out quite differently than I expected,” Krile huffed, taking a seat again. Not that she could complain given the possibility offered up - another echo user from halfway across the world. The poor girl most likely struggling on her own with no idea why it was happening to her. Even outside of the chance to offer support to her, Krile’s own personal little feeling of kinship was sparked as well, even before having met Yuri.

“Certainly, though thankfully it seems to be in our favour for once,” G’raha said. Then he folded his arms, tail flicking in thought.

“Should we inform Fhara? I know you would appreciate another echo user, and definitely wish to help her, but would a more direct mentor also suit her? Maybe Fhara would also like to have a fellow to relate to? Maybe even travel with her, if Yuri wished to see the world and not just remain cooped up in an office?” he asked.

“Hmm…I do believe we should tell her, but not immediately. The first and most important step would be getting to know the girl herself and letting her settle in. Then find out what it is she wishes to do. Maybe she would be quite happy to stay here, or maybe she would prefer field work. Only after she’s comfortable should we tell Fhara and the other Scions.” G’raha nodded in agreement, before Ojika once again came to the door, reminding them to take a break for some food.

They left for the day, setting out for food and expecting to return straight to their rooms to sleep afterward, for once after many weeks of work. After all, they had less to worry about than they had for so long, they didn’t need another late night. And hopefully soon, they wouldn’t need any more late nights at all.

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Adventure (Snippet)

The request came from Camp Dragonhead. The morbols had begun to sprout again, and their toxic secretions were poisoning the groundwater sources near the Aurum Vale. Few and far between were those adventurers willing to step foot in the Miser’s playground; fewer than the miners who still hoped to find gold beneath the goldbile, and lost their lives to the carnivorous plants.

Few and far between, but Emmanellain knew his sister was one of those few willing to delve beneath the ice and snow into the warm, moist caverns. So he sent word to Old Sharlayan, his messenger arriving via aetheryte and making his way towards the Annex where Kal’istae Miurani was known to occasionally lay her head, when she was not out solving mysteries or getting into trouble.

He was in luck; she was indeed in residence, laying her head, and the rest of her, upon the bed she shared with her lover on those rare occasions when they were both in the same place at the same time. Basking in the afterglow, she thought about ignoring the tap on the door, but when it sounded again, she grunted and squirmed out from beneath Thancred’s lean body, pausing long enough to snatch up a robe and swirl it over her naked body before answering the door.

Ojika stood there, clasping the missive from Coerthas in his hand. “Sorry to bother you, Kali,” he said apologetically, holding up the envelope for her, “but the messenger said it was urgent. Hopefully he exaggerated.” When she smiled at him, he smiled back, then turned and slipped away, leaving her to shut the door behind him.

Thancred lay stretched out upon the bed, careless of his own nudity, his head propped upon his fist as he watched her with covetous citrine eyes. “Well?” he asked as she crossed the room back to the bed, robe fluttering open to frame her small, slim body. “What news from your family?”

Sliding down to sit on the edge of the bed, she tucked her finger beneath the flap of the envelope and pulled free the short note. Thancred inched closer and slid his arm around her, dragging her against him as he began to run his fingers along her hip, pressing his lips against her thigh. “You’re distracting me,” she muttered.

“Yes, I know. Is it working?” When she smacked his head lightly, he snickered and scraped his teeth along her scales. She twitched and huffed, but didn’t stop him as she continued trying to read the missive, skimming her fingers through his thick silver hair.

Sighing as she finally came to the end, she let the paper drift to the bed and closed her eyes as he drew her in and inched his mouth up her body. “You always know exactly how to get my attention,” she murmured as her fingers tightened in his hair and she dragged him up until she could close her mouth over his.

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #snippet #kal'istae miurani #thancred waters #wolcred #wol x thancred

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