Hello, Luxpheras. I edited my post to include a screenshot after posting it and I am hoping that this will not disqualify me from the event. If there is any way I can undo the edit if that is necessary, or if the addition of the screenshot via edit is acceptable, please let me know.Quote:
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Black Mage Manderville Bromance
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Salutations Inspector! Hope you're doing alright.
It is I, Black Mage Garthas. You know, Warrior of Light.
On this Valentione's Day my top priority
is reaching out to my favorite Agent of Inquiry.
I may rhyme like Shantotto and my Flare burns quite bright,
but my true inspiration stems from the "Gentleman of Light"!
When did I first meet my main Manderville man?
Do you recall how our fantastic friendship began?
It was outside Ul'dah. It was after your fall.
Nashu's bomb brought your brains back, and that started it all.
We met Ellie who presented our first puzzling mystery
to track down the Treaty-Blade: a large part of our history!
And so onward we went bringing our foes to their knees:
Like big Greg with his swords and Typhon with his sneeze.
Then to Ishgarde we travelled. A new journey had begun.
We aided decrepit knights! You adopted a son!
Now Omega has threatened a land to the east,
so I need you to join me down south of Rhalgr's Reach.
Yes this Valentoine's Day with our brawn and our brains,
I'll cast Flare on some ghosts while you SUPLEX a TRAIN!!
Sincerely,
Gentleman Garthas Wattz
Garthas Wattz
Exodus Server
Ahriman Choker
I edited my submission to correct misspellings. I can prove with screenshots that the spelling of the word "Valentione" is the only correction made. Am I going to be disqualified? Should I delete my submission and re-submit it?
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Ser Aymeric –
I had oft thought of how to speak these words aloud but, as fate would have it, I was nary so brave enough to try. For you see, when it comes to matters of the heart, my entire visage threatens to crumble. In light of that, I have decided to commit my thoughts to missive instead.It’s been awhile since we’ve last spoken, but know you are never far from my thoughts. I remember that, not so long ago, you and yours had taken in the remaining Scions. In times that I find myself swayed toward cynicism, I’m reminded of that kindness.Moreover, your grace was beyond compare.Together, we came to the precipice of war and were able to stave the tides of adversity, and you sacrificed more than most could imagine. Still, through all of it, you smiled.That optimism was infectious.In fact, it crept up on me and left me bereft once it was gone. Of all the memories we shared, there were few that were neither dire nor dismal and, yet, of those few happy moments, I’m so fond. Everyone had always, otherwise, treated me as a wayward companion, a savior, someone to look up to, but never an equal. Save for you.While our routes may have diverged, with you leading Ishgard into a new era, as the highest elected official in the House of Lords, and I as the realm’s most regarded primal slayer, we are still bound together not only by our deeds, but our beliefs as well. You once said, “Right or wrong, this is who we are, and we deny it at our peril.”Regardless of what paths we travel, I hope that someday mine will lead me back to you.With deepest regards,Auraxi En’elloutte
Name: AuraXi En'elloutte
World: Malboro
Prize: Noble Barding
Cherished Skywatcher of Ul’dah,
. . . In clear skies I spot you as I race on by, with clouds above you can see them with a weather eye. You are quick to see the heatwave come, and brisk to spot the blizzard’s outcome. Over many lands your eye doth fall, yet do you see me here at all? I have marched through the umbral wind and in gale I ducked and I grinned. Your words I have heeded and through endless quests succeeded. Yet dust storms seem to cloud your sight from the person standing on your right. Gloom is what I feel whenever thunderstorms are your ideal. Umbral static catches your attention whenever I try to show you an invention. My thoughts drag through the fog when snow you write in your log. Whether it be sandstorms or wind, when can we ever begin? We may speak together of thunder and rain, as long as you divulge for me your name. For through every weather we have experienced together,
I still have the hope I’m not at the end of my rope.
- With fair skies at their sunrise,
☼ Chroma Szurke ☼
World: Cactuar
Reward: Noble Barding
This is a test post.
[Hidden deep in a desk drawer in an Ishgardian inn, forgotten and undelivered]
Y’shtola,
These days without you… I have a lot of regrets, all of us do, but in the quieter evenings when I miss you the most I keep coming back to the same thought.
I never told you how much you mean to me. I never said how you set my heart racing every time you look at me, how your support is what gives me the strength to slay the gods themselves. I did that on purpose, of course. How could I possibly put words to the feeling you gave me when I first laid eyes on you that fateful night in Limsa? How could I ever measure up to your grace and poise in the face of any trial? I do try to deserve your trust, maybe even win your affections, but I know better. I could never deserve you, this is just a foolish crush that I should forget and let go. We all have more pressing matters to focus on, there’s not time to devote to these butterflies in my heart.
But I can’t let it go. I can’t let you go. Everyday I feel your absence and I’m faced with the same regret over and over.
I never told you I love you. And now I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance.
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Silently and forever yours,
Sihri
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https://youtu.be/V9NmrrOFiAk
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Dear Mimigun,
It was you sweet Mimigun who gave me my first chocobo ride, this I write to you, and all the underappreciated chocobo porters across Eorzea:
You ferry us to and fro
Hands unclasped we are at last free to take a wee
From no monster shall we run afoul,
Our woes and worries we shan’t behowl
Tis yonder way, a journey
And yet, though the trails do wind
At our destination a keeper to find
Harbors to hills, from towns to mills
A porter stands watch never to botch
His duty clear and stables strong
For what could go wrong?
KWEH! The noble graceful chocobo
lest he rest naught for jest!
For a trot I shall never forget
great love, and forever beget
My chocobo’s keeper!
Love,
Pepper Mint
From: Mateus
Noble Barding