The First Steps into the Tempest...
How strange a feeling. That when I first stepped foot into the dark, briny depths of the oceans, they met with me a plethora of emotions I could have never expected to feel. Known aptly to be named as the Tempest by its inhabitants, I found myself awestruck. A wonderous land beneath the waves. A small reminder of home, where the seas called my name and welcomed one’s embrace. Yes, it was much like La Noscea, and yet not completely the same.
Still, the nostalgia was there. And as I explored her depths, I found myself increasingly captivated. The deeper into the undersea caverns I went, the more the tugging in my heart pulled. As if I should be remembering something. A growing ache. Unable to understand it, I continued my journey into darker waters.
Until… at the very end of it… my eyes opened upon a new world. A city quite unlike any I had ever seen before.
With it, that ever-familiar pull from within.
“This place…” I could not help but murmur. “Why does it affect me so?”
Never before had my heart cried upon visiting a place so unknown. Never before had I ever felt so attached to any particular locale or person. Always the wandering soul, called upon to a new cause with each passing day. With little respite, mind you, but how else can I help it? When a world’s inhabitants calls upon your very name? How am I to ever ignore their pleas?
Yet this place… this city once called Amaurot… Suddenly my worries dispersed. The burdens on my shoulders relaxed. As if I were coming back to a home I once knew. In the back of my mind, I recognized her. But all the same, I could not place it as to why.
Standing in her enormity, her boundless landscapes… knowing it to be but an illusion, I yearned nonetheless. To remember. To learn her. To simply revel in this city that took my every breath. A multitude of questions burned from within, but none to answer for me. No one knew. Not even I.
None other but the very person who called me here… Only they could tell me why my chest hurt so deeply. Why I wanted nothing more than to throw it all away and find my reasoning for this place.
“How long its been since I last found myself so curious?” I remember laughing to myself.
Up until that very moment, I knew my place in the world. I could picture the direction it was bound to take. My role in it all, the savior of many, meant only to bring about countless heroics. Everyone depended on me. And I depended on them to point me in the right direction.
Just this once… I knew not what it was I was meant to do. A new experience with no predictable ending. How uncertain I was! Yet it was about time I chose my course, wasn’t it?
“Let us be about it then.”
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(( Mandragora Choker ))
eden's descent from grace
The sounds of battle were nigh deafening.
The clash of steel, the sound of magic erupting, it all congealed into a mess in Iphi's horns. The player wasn't much better off, the lighthearted banter in their ears undercut with nervousness and a strange sense of urgency. They watched their prey’s every movement, twitchy and ready to duck for cover should the need arise.
Eden stood before them in all its glory, but it was clear to see that after hours of unceasing fighting, it was on its last metaphorical leg. With one last clash of the Dark Knight's greatsword, the god-like beast falls down, crumbling like a house of cards.
Iphi exhales sharply, the magic coursing through his veins dying down along with the tension in his muscles, until he could barely keep his Astrometer up, a Spear falling from his now-numb fingers. He can faintly hear more weapons clattering to the ground.
Someone shouts. Five more voices join in, a somehow melodious cacophony of cheers and cries that spread through the dimension that belongs to them alone now. He doesn’t, though a choked sob leaves his chapped lips anyhow, one of the only sounds he can make. In the very next second, he’s throwing himself onto his spouse, knocking her over with the sudden weight. She laughs, dropping the greatsword that had almost gone straight through his chest, and wraps her arms around him in a hug so tight it ought to hurt. But it doesn’t — nothing feels real, not when the dimension starts slowly but surely falling apart around them, no longer held together by Eden’s power.
For a moment, it’s just him and her, crying and cheering, their comrades in similar states of elation, each celebrating in their own ways. The Dragoon pulls out a hearty portion of salad she’d kept to celebrate, the Summoner nodding in approval of his charges. The Gunbreaker looks over at his lover, eyes softening when they catch the White mage hugging onto her staff. The Machinist is picking up his gun, fussing over it after he’d dropped it in the moment of celebration. The Monk praises their power and his voice holds so much respect for this rag-tag group of misfits, it’s almost unbelievable.
The player starts laughing, breathy and choked. “We did it,” they say finally, cutting through everyone else. The cheers throughout the call die down, replaced by a sense of accomplishment, the euphoria of a hard-earned win, after hours and hours of trying and failing.
They’ve done it.
Their first enemy has fallen.
Three are left to succumb to their combined wrath.
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[Thank you for reading my entry! I've never had the pleasure of raiding before 5.0, and I don't think the feeling of finishing your first savage fight could be properly described. Nevetheless, I tried. If I do win my prize of choice would be Bluebird Earring.]
Message of the years. /Memoirs of adventure writing Contest
Dear friend
I writeing to you from 6 years ago as the wind blows from sea to sea with a primal beast lurking underneath the sea and as the mountains high as in the heart stomping as earth primal stomping its feet.
And as volcano lit up as remains me of fire of the 1st primal I fought as this primals I remember that wings of Ice from high North isgard wings from a friend and a primal we shell remember and frainds I lost in my adventure.
With dragons and moogles from the North to the east with goodness of a primal with snakes and as storms hit the east of the Ruby sea the lighting reminded me of the lighting primal with his long white beard.
As carry on the journey in the east war's was happing and Eastern creatures I have to save seen old friends and made new friends and more primals come and goes.
Now helped the 1st and a old friend who in need to bring the dark back in this universe and done.
From M
Share Your Gift. Remember.
Remembering the very first important thing you ever did in Final Fantasy XIV is important because it sets the stage for an exciting adventure and a story worth telling and retelling. I remember more than two years ago, a good friend of mine who now resides on Mateus brought me to the game so that I could attend her wedding, a Ceremony of Eternal Bonding, as it was called. We were on Jenova at the time.
The event was held in East Shroud, meaning that I had to start my journey as a conjurer, soon to be a white mage. I recall that I almost did not make the ceremony because of the battle class I chose before I had to start over. Compounding matters was that I had to be ferried to the Sanctum of the Twelve because I was a Level 1, in generic Hyur midlander gear with a Weathered Cane as my arm.
But once I arrived in time, I partook of the festivities and fell in love with the mystique, the lore, the traditions, the redemption. It was on that wedding day of my friend did I begin to realize how good this was going to be. And on the following day after the wedding, I began to finish quests, progress through the story and immerse myself in the unique joy of telling my tale, my legacy and the lessons I had to learn and did learn.
I became a savior to Eorzea. I reunited the bonds between man and dragon. I liberated a city. I rebuilt a city. I brought the shadows to pierce the light of despair on another star. I trained a squadron of adventurers and made them legendary. I enlisted the finest retainers for malms around and made them distinguished specialists in their craft. I became a captain of three grand companies, and in turn, a captain for the Eorzean Alliance.
I moved worlds and embraced new challenges and opportunities. I experienced seasonal traditions and immersed myself in their pageantry. I took a chance or two in this realms gaming house, the Manderville Gold Saucer, and helped its founder's son solve mysteries while eating boiled eggs in between. And I proved to be worth my salt brushing shoulders with Fury-fearing power brokers at a demanding scholastic academy in Ishgard...and some.
So when I look back at the work I have done, the jobs I have learned, the many things I have crafted, gathered, the hunts, trials and raids that I experienced...it all comes back to that one day when I heard the wedding bells ring in the Sanctum of the Twelve, that moment, that event that set the wheels in motion. If it wasn't for my good friend, I would not be here to share my gift with all of you.
Hear. Feel. Think. Share your gift with the world. That is Final Fantasy XIV.