The Lalafell King dispatches his monsters from half the world away. They're clumsy beasts, and the piled debris is slippery.
The Lalafell King dispatches his monsters from half the world away. They're clumsy beasts, and the piled debris is slippery.
We Roegadyn do what we were trained to do, what we were bred to do, what we were born to do. No prisoners. No mercy.
Carry stacks of crates?
They're now in Balmung's Quicksand!
We send the shattered weapons and the fragile armor back to the Lalafell King's feet. The Lalafell King is displeased with his generals... He disciplines them.
The Lalafell Warrior Elite... they fail our Captain's test. And the Lalafell King who fancies himself a god, feels a very mortal chill crawl up his spine.
Nah not for dancing. One of them called Weebpolice LT was pretty much saying the same things as PeaTear on Shout every 20 seconds. They didn't take kindly to it and blocked him. I thought the whole thing was kinda funny to watch but it did get pretty old hat quickly.
We march. For our lands, for our families, for our freedoms, we march.
"Goodbye my love." The Roegadyn Captain doesn't say it. There is no room for softness... not in Limsa Lominsa. No place for weakness. Only the hard and strong may call themselves Roegadyn. Only the hard, only the strong.
Lominsans, citizen-soldiers, freed slaves, brave Roegadyn, all. Brothers, fathers, sons... we march. For honor's sake, for duty's sake, for glory's sake, we march.
The world will know that free Roegadyn stood against the Lalafell Empire, that few stood against many, and before this war was over, even a Sultana can bleed.
Just some weirdo with a weird hobby.
The recruiting isn't going so well in Balmung eh PeaTear?
And now, as then, it is not fear that grips the Roegadyn, only restlessness. A heightened sense of things. The seaborn breeze, coolly, kissing the sweat at his chest and neck.
The seaborne breeze sounds like a creep and I'd have filed a restraining order against it.
The steady breathing of the Roegadyn Wall at the Captain's back, ready to die for him without a moment's pause. Everyone of them ready, to die...
Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain.
[[鴻毛 has the furigana こうもう so yep, feather]]Quote:
「一途に己か本分の忠節を守り義は山嶽よりも重く死は鴻毛よりも輕しと覺悟せよ其操を破りて不覺を取り汚名を受くるなかれ」
[quite roughly as my Japanese is shockingly bad] (Be steadfast in your duty and realise that righteousness is heavier than a mountain and death is lighter than a feather.)
From 陸海軍軍人に賜はりたる勅諭 the pledge that the Japanese Army and Navy had to sign.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imperi...rs_and_Sailors
The text and a modern translation are here if you can read Japanese.
His helmet was stifling. It narrowed his vision, and he must see far. His shield was heavy. It threw the Roegadyn Captain off balance, and his target is far away.
The old ones say we Roegadyn are descended from the gods themselves. The bold Roegadyn Captain gives testament to our bloodline. His roar is long and loud.
If you are still in Balmung tonight I might check how your wall is going.
"Remember us." As simple an order as a Roegadyn can give. "Remember why we died." For the Roegadyn Captain didn't wish tribute or song.
No monuments, no poems of war and valour. His wish was simple: "Remember us," he said to me. That was his hope.
Should any free soul come across that place, in all the countless centuries yet to be, may all our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones: Go tell the Eorzeans, passerby, that here, by Lominsan law, we lie.