Memoirs of Adventure Creative Writing Contest (NA) - Official Entry Thread

Fantasia

"So all I have to do is drink ... this?"

She eyed the small vial in her hand, lightly shaking it to watch the blue liquid splash inside. This unremarkable-looking concoction ('Fantasia', an interesting name) was the end result of her search. A dissatisfaction with her current form led her to a tiny shop nestled in the mountains of the Dravanian Hinterlands. Here, she was told, was someone who could help her address these matters.

That someone, in this case, was a very peculiar ... lagomorph? Namingway, he called himself. An odd lalafell-sized creature wrapped up in a red coat, pouches filled to the brim with potions and trinkets. His manner of speaking belied his untold age and otherworldly knowledge. Just where exactly did he come from anyways?

"That's right! It won't taste like much more than water, but rest assured, it'll work wonders. Just drink up and have yourself a little nap over there." He said, gesturing towards the soft bed in the room's corner.
"And then what? Will I ... notice anything happening to me?"
"Nah, it'll knock ya out cold! You'll be sleeping too hard to feel anything."
At least it wasn't going to hurt, not that any amount of pain would discourage her.

Hopping down from his seat, he continued. "It'll all be done by the time you wake up, so don't worry about it. When you're up, just ring this bell and I'll come back to see how everything went, alright?" At this, he gave a few tugs on the chain hanging near the door, creating soft ringing sounds in the workroom nearby.
She nodded, "Alright, I think I'm ready."
"Great! If there are no further questions, I'll leave you to your business. Enjoy!" He bowed, then exited the room, locking the door behind him for her privacy.

Alone in the room, she sat down on the bed and removed the cap from the bottle. "Well, here goes nothing. Over the lips, through the gums..."
In one swift motion, it was down. Watery, just like he said, yet pulsing with an electrical energy. Drowsiness from the drink overtook her almost instantly, and she fell quickly into a deep sleep. A dreamless rest, one marked by a sensation like being adrift in the Lifestream.

Her slumber ended a few hours later. She leapt out of bed as soon as her grogginess wore off, fueled by equal measures of excitement and skepticism, and sprinted over to the mirror to see the results. There, she caught her first glimpses of her new form, the true self she always dreamed about. No amount of stretches or movements betrayed the reflection. It ... it was real!

A silent jump for joy, then a quick effort to make herself presentable. She rang the bell and moments later Namingway entered the room once more, this time sporting a satisfied grin. "And who might this be?"

This was her new beginning, so why not a new name to mark the occasion? She smiled warmly. "The name's Alis. Pleased to make your acquaintance!"

Another satisfied customer.

[Bluebird Earring]

I take this moment for my pen to meet paper, to tell a story about a trio of friends.

We met during our time when we bore the name “Tempest Thieves”. Of course, you two knew each other long before our run of that. I didn’t have that many friends that would want to play with a Dragoon, not a very good one at least. But you saw the potential I had, and we worked through it. From the times of rescuing me from falling off of a train car, to having heart to heart moments about devastating personal situations in the world outside of Eorzea, and we mustn’t forget our late night drunken rants about the silliest of things.
I feel that, if it wasn’t for you two my adventures as a Warrior of Light would have ceased. But you’ve gave me the motivation and the confidence to continue my journeys.

Here's to you, Mr. and Mrs. Mudbutton.

- Chrome D.R. Geirskogul, Dragoon of Sargatanas.

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(If Selected, I would like the Noble Barding Please.)

“So, if I remember correctly, the final aethercurrent should be in a broken building near here,” Sarangerel said as he looked out on the frozen pre-dawn horizon of what was once thriving farmland, before the Calamity, “and then I can take you to the Sea of Clouds”.

Niamh was, as a duskwight, used to be the tallest person in the room. But the dark purple xaela towered over her. She leaned against an ice-encrusted hay bale. Standing next to her in his armor, Saran effectively acted as a wind block.

“Thank you for leading me here, Saran,” she said. Her breath came out in white puffs as she spoke.

“It’s not a problem- I love helping,” he sounded so sincere, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

He was the first person she’d ever met in Eorzea, back when she’d first wobbled off the airship, lost and disoriented among the twisting docks of Limsa Lominsa. Everything had been confusing. She’d even wondered if she was even cut out for this, this supposed hero’s work. And then he had been there to adjust his glasses and calmly explain how to get where she needed. And when she first had to dive into dungeons, when she faced off with primals, and when she had her final showdown against the Ultima Weapon, he’d been there to support her.

“Do you ever get tired of helping me?” she asked.

Saran adjusted the sword on his back. “What brings that question on?”

“Ever since we met, you’ve been helping. Not just me- everyone you come across. Does it ever get tiring?”

Saran closed his eyes.

“There’s a part of me that’s sick of it. Often times I’ll break my back for someone without a thanks, and then turn around and have to do it again. So many people need help all the time, and they rarely acknowledge those who give it.”

There were shadows under his eyes she’d never noticed. A lump formed in her throat.

“Plus, sometimes when I’m running around doing things for others, I can’t do the things I want to do, or the same people refuse to help me. Yeah, it gets exhausting. But-” Saran paused for a moment as he jumped up onto the icy straw- “there’s good in it too. Back when I was doing the things you were doing-”

“Finding aethercurrents and playing whack-a-mole with Primals,” Niamh offered.

“Yes, exactly. Back then, I was really rushing through it. It’s a blur I barely remember anymore. Helping you means I get to see it all with fresh eyes.”

Niamh nodded. “I think I understand”.

“There is one other benefit to helping people,” Saran added, “I get to see them happy”.

“I want to see you happy, too. So one day I’ll catch up to you. I promise,” she swore. One day I can support you, too. Saran grinned from above.

“Until then, hurry up; I want to get to the Sea of Clouds before sunrise. You can’t imagine how beautiful it is.”

Niamh got up and, together, the two friends ran off to meet the sun.

To my best friend who’s helped me through this game, thank you.

(Noble Barding)
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Costa del Sol has been one of my favorite places in FFXIV. But this memory has made it even more special to me.

This took place about a year ago. Myself, my in-game husband, and 2 of our friends were hanging out. I took us to Costa del Sol to make it feel like we were hanging out at the beach together in real life. We swam in the water, talking, laughing, poking fun at each other, and just having the best time away from fighting dragons and the Garlean Empire.

We sat on the dock after our swim and our Au Ra friend, Lilian Fourshadow, got an idea. We were in a party and there were 4 of us, so she suggested that we do a leveling roulette as all DPS. We all agreed and changed to a DPS. I was a Samurai, my in-game husband Willice was a Red Mage, Lilian was a Monk, and finally our other friend Ace was a Black Mage. We queued and got Ifrit. Wondering how the heck we were going to do this, Willice pulled the boss and I ran after him with Lilian and Ace not far behind. In the end, we managed to do it. We cheered and laughed, all of us completely shocked. We exited the area and wanted to do it again. This time, we got Haukke Manor. For doing a dungeon as all DPS, we were doing really well. We couldn’t beat the last boss of the dungeon, but it was still a fun challenge for us.

From that day forward, we’ve been close friends. I called this group "My Light Party" because of what we mained. Lilian is a Warrior, Willice is an Astrologian, Ace is a Dragoon, and I'm a Bard. We even went and made our own Free Company and called it our home, working together to get the house in The Lavender Beds and recruit more people. I wouldn’t trade this friendship for anything in the world and I can’t wait to see what the future has for us!

(if selected, Bluebird Earring)

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It was strange seeing it happen from the other side.
It has happened to me more times than I’d like to remember. At first, there is a sense of vague dizziness, quickly followed by a spiking headache. After that, the feeling leaves the realm of easily described sensation. There is a sense of the self falling inward, deeper into one’s own soul, and yet at the same time there is a stretching sensation. It is as though one feels as if they are falling backwards, yet stretching their arm out across impossible distances.
I saw those same sensations beginning to play over the face of the girl before me.
The vision of the Echo was a man clad in golden armor. Gaius van Baelsar. He stood, proud and prepared for battle. He had been a vicious opponent, preferring overwhelming might over diplomacy.
Gaius vanished, and there was an image of my greatest betrayal. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that night. Such a cavalcade of horrendous memories. Nanamo choking on poisoned wine, her eyes bulging as she struggled for breath all while I sat there, helpless to save her. Ilberd, a man I thought was my friend, laughing over me as he and his comrades prepared to slaughter my friends. I’ll never forget any of it.
I saw myself, kneeling in a place I found all too familiar. It was a humble gravestone with a shield propped up against it. It was where someone very dear to me now rests. I visit there quite often, talking to a friend long gone, telling him about a life that he isn’t here to see anymore.
I pull at an impossible weight. My friend who has been overwhelmed by dark forces kneels as Alphinaud and I try to free him. We pull with all our might, but the eyes that have bonded to his armor and deeper into his very flesh do not shift. It is only when I feel the hands of two friends long gone that a flash of strength comes to us both and we pull the eyes free.
A crowd kneels before a noble man. A ruler long thought lost has returned, chasing away those who seek to oppress. It is a pivotal moment for the world, the first gust in a storm of blood.
It’s him. My Friend. The one who was able to see through this facade and glimpse into the turmoil that seeths beneath me. He smiles. The expression looks alien on his face, like it’s the first time he’s made it. I stand before him, quietly acknowledging him. I kill him after this moment. At least, I hope he’s dead. I can’t imagine what might happen if he lives.
The images cease. The girl stumbles back, the intensity of the vision too much to bear for a moment. She gazes at me with bleary eyes, trying to make sense of what she has seen.
“You… y-you… All that power… all that pain… It’s too much… Too much for anyone!” Fordola said.
“The things they’ve done to you. The lies, the betrayal, the endless fighting… yet here you stand, unbroken. How…? Why…?”
I smile a wan smile, because it better suits a hero, and answer.
“For those I have lost. For those I can yet save.”
I’d like the Noble Barding for my Chocobo

I don't know who you are, but allow me but a moment for a tale...

When she stepped into the light, she did not see herself worthy of Hydaelyns call. A cold and distant roe running from one world to another, cutting herself free from the bonds of past, she started anew. Searching, as we all do, for something to fill the void within. What answered was a life she never thought she could lead. A life of unending courage and bravery, of thoughtless sacrifice and heroism. No time to second guess herself, no time to question her destiny, she threw herself into the path of danger time and time again. Always to save the world; always to save even just one.

She can't remember when it happened, just that it happened. Was it heat of battle or the countless adventures? She'd found something to protect, someone to love. An ostentatious Miqo'te with purple hair and a thirst for adventure. Someone who understood her pain, her passion, who comforted open wounds when the world seemed to turn against her. Together they've grown, fought, stood against tyranny, clashed with dimension altering super weapons, and crossed worlds. They've fallen in love, vowed to fight and die for each other, to protect each other.

She-I have found what I was so desperately looking for in the last place I thought I'd find it.

Whomever you are, I hope this finds you well and know that you too may overcome great obstacles in your own adventure.

Sincerely, A Happy FemRoe

(Thank you for taking the time to read my note ^_^)

As I stared up at the glaring light watching with relief as it faded to the glimmer of a night sky I felt a profound sense of satisfaction. Then in a moment I can't forget a song filled my ears it was verdant and powerful it sang of gratitude and welcome. The enormity of it brought me to my knees tears streaming down my face. Dimly I heard the clamor of my concerned comrades behind me.

In broken words I reassured them I was alright, for in that moment I realized that it was Rak'tika herself who sang. Something I never thought I would hear having been born outside of a wood. For although my mother had performed the rites on me as an infant we were no where near a wood. Alphinaud ever the worrier then asked if I was now tied to the wood. That question was quite concerning since I still had so much to do for both the Source and the First.

I then silently asked the wood if she would abandon me should I choose to leave. She responded with reassurance making it clear that as reward for freeing her from the Tyranny of the Light I would be ever welcome beneath her boughs.

I relayed these words to Alphinaud and he and the others showed profound relief. After a few more moments gazing at the stars we then set out to return to those who waited for us. As the others went forward I once again communed with the wood making a single request.

Please welcome your wayward daughters back beneath your boughs as you've welcomed me. Tis all I ask as the one who freed you from the Light.

Rak'tika responded with an affirmation and a clear feeling that she was joyed to do so. Smiling I caught up with my friends as we left the falls behind us. My heart was lighter than it had been for a long time for although I've never minded the life of a wanderer it was nice to finally have a place to call home.

What to Do With a Drunken Adventurer

From worlds apart, four strangers met, one healer being particularly dizzy. She digs the tip of her shoe into the desert sand before they begin and she purses her lips, apologetically she admits, “I am a bit drunk, so if this goes poorly, I apologize.”

There’s a pause and then the heaviest set man roars, “Ha! So I am I, we’ll do fine. As they say, a drop of schnapps is good for the nerves!”

The other combat mage rubs his hands over his face, “Divines have mercy…”

After fighting their way through a particularly rough first boss they pause to catch a breath and the tank rubs his stomach, “I could go for a good burger right now…”

Dao thinks back to the burger wars of another time and a mischievous grin spreads across her face, “The West Coast burger is better than any other style of burger. You cant change my mind.”

With that, the flame was lit and outrage spread across the party. Heated banter simmered into a intellectual-esque conversation over the culinary arts.

As if connoisseurs themselves, a consensus was met on one ground; that the best breakfast burger was with a runny fried egg yolk.

The big tanks' lip drools as he explains, “You see, when you bite into the burger, the yolk pops and it’s almost like its own condiment.”

Dao nods, “Why would someone ruin a breakfast burger by cooking the yolk? Truly shameful.” The others shake their heads in shared disdain for such a crime against food. With thier breathes caught and flasks still in hand, the party makes a toast to tasteful dining and a chaotic final boss.

As all parties must end, the final boss is defeated and the party sits before the portal leading back to their respective worlds. They declare each others friendship and make a promise that one day they would meet again. Dao herself would never forget that unusually rowdy and equally as memorable group. Whenever Eorzea feels empty, she smiles and takes a drink, a silent toast to the best unknown adventurers and the ones she may meet in the future.


[ If selected, I would like the Mandragora Choker. Thank you! ]

It is all too easy to doubt the righteousness of one’s actions when faced with an excess of suffering. Some moments leave no doubt at all – moments like witnessing the First’s final return to night come to mind. Yet still there are those times which grind one’s resolve down to dust, when the only way forward is to somehow find one’s way off the ground again, and when loneliness is the most precious and despicable friend one could ever know.

You are no stranger to pain. Life itself is a beatdown; surely, you ask, why go on? Everyone asks it eventually. It’s the next step you take that means the most. That’s bravery. Not what any of those once-upon-a-Temple-Knights thought courage was.

And you, oh, you. You are always taking that next step. To live is to fight, not the other way around, and aren’t you a glowing specimen of that very simple idea? I haven’t told you in far too long – since I played mentor, is that right? – but I am so proud of you. Blood and death and misery aside, you press forward. You know better than anybody that it never stops being difficult. It's entangled within all the rest.

Even now that the First has felt the cooling balm of darkness and your celebrations have finally come to a slow end, you sigh! Take a load off, why don’t you? Sidurgu and Rielle have discovered the beauty of relaxation, perhaps you should go visit with them to take note.

Yet, as ever, the world calls for you, and you answer. I can’t say the same for myself. Don’t forget what we’ve talked about. I’ve picked up too many of your messes to pick you up off the floor. Ah, but I’m well aware…you’re stubborn, but you're as stubborn as you are delightfully resilient. It’s why I’ve taken to you.

Well – that, among many other reasons.

Come now, chin up. Don’t tell me you’re tired. We’ve only just begun.

(Scarf of Wondrous Wit, please. <3)

Bottle Up The Upside-Down Smile
(Item of choice if selected: Scarf of Wondrous Wit)

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“Heh, I can’t believe I’m writing this. I can’t let the others see me like this. Not when they’re doing all of this for me. How fortunate I am to have friends holding the line in these dire times for me with a smile on their curled lips.”

“If you come across this bottled letter, I’d really appreciate it if you toss it somewhere and burn it. Writing this is embarrassing in trying to calm my nerves…”

“Ahem. Let’s see...over the years, I have been known by many titles. ‘Bringer of Light’ and ‘Corpse Dancer’ are two that come to mind for me. But...when Yozan and Koharu asked me why I wanted to be an adventurer, back then I wanted to fight in Ul’dah’s Coliseum.”

“That’s how I first started off as a Gladiator and later a Free Paladin, among other occupational jobs.”

“Fights like with Handeloup de Daimbaux and Black Lotus were intense and thrilling. Swing, strike, and block on the offensive. Parry awe-inspiring techniques and dodge hair-raising magic on the defensive. All the while a cheering crowd inspiring you to give it your all while keeping yourself from spilling blood with steel in your hand and magic at your beck and call.”

“I will never forget my rivals’ smiles full of determination and hope.”

“So, I told the two doman children, on one of my many escort quests I tend to do for others, that I sought power and hunted for new experiences and adventures. I’m not used to children, so I smiled more than I had talked, and was glad at the time that they didn’t press further with the deeper whys.”

“Yet, if I had to be honest with myself, I said all that to learn new techniques and magics as I continue to question my purpose in life.”

“Thinking back on what I could’ve said to the children, fame and glory are nice things, but I’d rather see people smiling.”

“And in a way, I did for a time. Guildmates and friends from many walks of life. Yet, some of my friends are in trouble and I’m not sure how to help them.”

“One by one, these friends of mine collapsed and won’t wake up. I have to pin my hopes in finding a relic that might lead me into saving them.”

“For all the power I’ve garnered and borrowed, seeing others worried or crying instead of smiling has always bothered me.”

“So I fought, and I fought, and I fought...”

“For all that I have accomplished, the war with the Garlean Empire still keeps me away from what I’d rather want to see and do.”

“If only wars were fought in an arena. Ahhh, now I’m wishing for the impossible.”

“And so I continue to fight, risking everything to keep those smiles on friend and rival alike.”

“I suppose I also did guarantee Yozan he’d be a fine adventurer someday as well…That’s just one more reason to the overflowing bucket full of hopes and dreams I need to deliver.”

“Hang in there, everyone. I’m coming.”

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Not too long before writing this my future looked bleak and hopeless. I have faced foes and traveled to places that I could never have imagined possible, seen horrors that have made me question my very existence. My world had been drained of color and shadows quickly began to close in around me. Amidst that lifeless wasteland I wondered if there was any point in continuing to fight. I returned from that world beyond our own back to a lonely home that I had built for myself. No one and nothing was waiting for me there but a creaky old cot who could no longer support the weight of all I carried with me. I removed my battered armor and laid my weary body down for what I prayed might be the last time. Come morning, however, something within me stirred. It willed me to leave that dreadful place and carry on about my day. With some strange fleeting hope within my chest I barged outside, through The Goblet’s vigilant gates, and into the searing heat of the Ul’dahn market streets.

I passed by all kinds of people, each working hard to protect their own way of life. I thought back to what that man had said to me in that illusory city and wondered if maybe he was right. I thought long and hard about all of it until I realized I had come face to face with the airship landing. I locked eyes with a man in a garish outfit as he beckoned for me to come closer. He spun for me a gilded tale of a place filled with vibrant lights and colors where dreams come true. Without much else to do, I took the man’s advice and boarded an airship for The Golden Saucer.

Everywhere I looked I saw joyous crowds cheering and laughing set on top of a glowing golden backdrop. I thought that maybe if I came to the place the man had described, the brilliant golden light there would cast away the shadows looming over me. But on that day it was not the shine of a merchant’s forfeit coin nor the glow of the sweltering lamps hanging high above that shined a light on my life once more. Through all the noise and commotion it was you. You, the one who saw me and only me amongst the crowd. Out of everyone there that day, you only chose me. You reached out and took me by the hand, like you could tell just by looking at me that I was drowning. You led me out of that place where we met and I’ve never looked back since.

You came home with me and breathed new life into the house that became ours together. Every day you have inspired me to be better, to do more. Hand-in-hand we built a new life together and continue to be one another’s light at the end of the tunnel. No matter what adventures we go on or challenges we face along the way we can find the strength to take them on knowing we do so together. With any luck you’ll end up back on this beach where we spent the Summer together some day. If you do I pray you’ll find this message along the shore waiting just for you.

-Your Paladin

(Gaelicap)
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On a day not unlike any other, the dimness crept. And it crept, slowly, silently, eclipsing the bright lights of hope encircling my very being. Warmth, love, friendship, color, life. Concepts I’ve heard before, yet always seemed to escape me, just beyond reach.

On a day not unlike any other, I sat, staring, wondering, wishing for something. A desire to see more. A new hope. A cure for the constant restlessness rattling my mind.

And so, wearing a new skin, I embarked for Eorzea, the only chance I had left for seeing the light again.

On a day unlike the others, color entered my life again, both literally and figuratively. A group of strangers under the band of <color> embraced me with open arms and allowed me to see again. Resting beneath the shaded sanctuary of Shirogane, the darkness gave way to the dawn, beginning a new day at last.

To the one who reads this message: There is always a dawn within the dusk. Keep walking forth, young one, and find that which you gives you life.

(Thanks for reading! If selected, I would like the Noble Barding.)

Ahh, to recall the early days of my adventures through Eorzia always fills my heart with gooey delight that gives me a taste for cake. I will not bore you with a sickly tale of joy or friendship but a tale of despair most foul! Worse than bad hair days or eating grilled unidentified flying biomasses. I’m talking about the dreaded primal of Kobolds, Mr Titan himself!

I was tasked to combat this angry, pudgy rock lord of meanness in a volcano called “The Navel”, which luckily contained far less gross primal lint then I initially feared. I was ill prepared to handle the stench of a group of adventurers in full armor immersed in an excessively heated environment. Regaining my composure, I beckoned my comrades to engage Titan.

I managed to survive the aura of severe body odor only to be presented a far worse fate. The Paladin yelled the order “Everyone, group up right behind his rear while I distract him!” While everyone else in the party followed suit, I simply could not gain the strength needed to be that close to Titan’s loin-clothed butt. Luckily for me, I was able to throw rocks at the primal and sometimes they didn’t just bounce off his girth.

The folly of not listening to the Paladin was my downfall, literally. The great Lord of the Crags turned around to face me, raised his fists, and left forth a great landslide at my direction. Not expecting such an attack, I stood there, dumbfounded, as I was struck by the assault. I had a nice moment of deep reflection as I plummeted towards the floor of the volcano. At least I had the wisdom to channel some wind to cushion my fall, but was feeling useless due to not being able to assist my team. I could feel their disappointment by all the pointing and laughter at my general direction after the victory. Those poor fools, so close to their demise by not having me heal them that the worry and sobbing was manifested into jests.

After I climbed back up and congratulated my friends for the victory, the callous Black Mage had the gall to ask me if I was alright, stating that I took quite the tumble and was looking pale and angry. Well, he had the “angry” part right, but that was mostly because he said I looked pale. I assisted in teaching him manors with my mighty staff of head-clonking and we all headed out. I have became great friends with many of my fellow adventurers from that day, except for the black mage who apparently “blacklisted” me, which I assume is some sort of thaumaturge notebook or something.

Just one recollection among many, thanks so much for the years of memories and the ones yet to come! (my first post ever after four years of playing, yay contests:) )

~Candle Styx

(I would just LOVE to adorn my ear with the bluebird earring :p )

A Trespass

We were sitting on the roof of our FC house when you crafted my dress. The roof was where we spent most of our time. For all the thousands of gil and hours we spent decorating the interior, we hardly ever went inside. Inside was boring. The roof felt like adventure—like somewhere we weren't supposed to be. From our vantage point sitting on the home's eaves we had a clear view out to the shore. To an island in the distance. A ship sailing through the waves. “Just take it,” you said.

The trade window sat open on my monitor. I hadn't put anything up, but you'd already accepted the trade. You crafted the dress with materials we won off of a treasure map—I didn't need to check the market board to know it was worth nearly more gil than I'd ever had. Glamor gear wasn't even my thing. “You should sell that.”

“Nah.” You didn't cancel the trade. “You take it. We'll clear Turn Four in style.”

I didn't argue. You didn't care about the gil. Never did. The trade went through and the dress was in my inventory. “Thanks.”

“It's nothing.” We sat for a few moments before you said, “Try for that clear tomorrow?”

“I might be off for a few days. Got to start studying for the Bar.”

“I thought that wasn't for a few months.”

“It's not. Prep course starts tomorrow.”

You said something that wouldn't make it past a profanity filter. Then you said, “We'll clear it next time you're on.”

The ship we were watching traveled along its programmed course. I always wondered what happened to it when it reached the end of its line. Did it still exist when it was off screen? “For sure,” I said. Then I logged out.

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When I log back on our home is gone. A house stands on the plot, but somebody else lives there. Our Free Company has disbanded. All of my contacts are gone.

Eorza is larger than it was when I last logged off. Ishgard opened its gates. Adventurers travel to the Far East. I can meet new races and fight new Primals. Learn new jobs. Even fly, if I want. I can experience it all. I can do it now.

Instead I walk across a stranger's lawn. Our fountain is missing, and so is our sign post, but with a pinch of patience and a heaping of creative acrobatics I make it up to the roof. It's the same as it always was. Clear line of sight to the beach. An island in the distance. A ship disappearing over the horizon—trapped on the same route it traveled five years ago.

Your dress still sits in my inventory.

And I wonder for a moment if I could send you a message. Would you read it if I could? If I put a letter in a bottle and threw it to the tides, I wonder if maybe you'd see it glisten in the waves from your spot on a rooftop overlooking whatever new shore you've found. I wonder what I'd say.

Honest truth is I don't know.

I put on the dress and walk to the eave of the stranger's roof.

/sit

(Scarf of Wondrous Wit)

They are an odd pair: a fun-loving Hyur from the recently-liberated lands of Doma, and a Viera who looks more model than warrior, far too beautiful to be a fighter. Wearing matching glamour, the two stare down the static-killing menace known as the Voidwalker with six other Warriors of Light from their Free Company, the Fangs of Bahamut. Not only does the Viera loom over the Hyur like an Amaurotine building, but her hair—moon-white and wild—swallows half of her adventuring companion. Choei, after using some of the Viera's hair as a fake mustache, steps to the left and draws his spear, smiling ear-to-ear as their main tank starts the countdown to begin.

Giacinta's hand twitches over the trigger of her Deepshadow Pistol. She just wants to put a bullet inside of it. Or two. Or twenty-million. She has a bit of a hare-trigger. And after dedicating one-hundred years of her life to the Golmore Jungle as a hunter, there is no kill like overkill, especially when it concerns savage bosses.

"You know Gia?" Choei says, his eyes alight with happiness. "If I were to die right now in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend? Well? That'd just be okay."

The Viera, suddenly forgetting she has an opener, slowly brings her pointed, pink gaze towards the Hyur. "Giacinta," she says, correcting him for what feels like the millionth time since they've known each other. "We have laid the Voidwalker low once before, Choei. We will do it again." ...But his words bother her. Is he implying she'd get him killed? It's not like she hasn't seen him Elusive Jump off the arena before for absolutely no reason, and by Hydaelyn's grace does he rise again, wipe after wipe after floor-tank wipe (and may the Twelve bless their Astrologian and Scholar, for that matter).

Reassemble, Tincture, Drill—she is quick on her feet, dodging the Voidwalker's Guillotine. She does what their raid leader, a Miqo'te Red Mage, tells her to do without fail.. until the Voidwalker casts its last Doomvoid Cleaver and is slightly off-center. By the time Giacinta realizes it's too late; both she and Choei take a massive amount of damage, killing them both instantly.

With the two of them dead, there's no way the group will do enough damage for enrage--they jump off the edge. When they respawn, Giacinta pouts. It's so unlike her to display any emotion other than seriousness and vague annoyance that Choei laughs and reaches up to massage the base of one of her ears. Her out-of-character behavior continues: she forgets her frustrations, and gives a tooth purr just like a rabbit would.

"Relax Gia. We still have two hours to get our weekly clear. We'll get 'em, third time lucky!"

One of Giacinta's eyes twitches and she's back to her no-nonsense self. "Choei, this is our second pull." Oh Nymeia, what did I ever see in this air-headed Hyur?

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(Choice: Bluebird Earring!)

I debated for some time the memory I would choose to write about. Ultimately, I was drawn to a moment very personal and dear to me.

Sharla tightened her grip on her bow, never wavering as she loosed arrow after arrow at the great beast, her comrades fighting equally as valiantly as they took cover from the dragon dive-bombing their position, the dragon Twintania.

My best friend and girlfriend, we had known each other for sixteen years, had been dating for eight, played this game together often. When she left me I was devastated. I knew in her mind she was trying to make things easier for me. There were circumstances surrounding her decision and I knew it wasn’t out of malice or anger, but it hurt all the same.

It’s infernal dive-bombing ceased, Sharla had only a moment's reprieve before the dragon summoned three massive pillars of wind, instantly knocking three of her comrades down, their bodies lying motionless on the scorched rock. Gritting her teeth and attempting to escape the vicious creatures that had joined the battle, Sharla let out a shout that became a song, allowing her aether to flow from her voice to her ailing comrades, bolstering their strength and steeling their resolve.

We didn’t speak after that. A relationship of sixteen years, over half my life, had suddenly ended. I felt lost, angry, sad, bitter, empty, a cavalcade of emotions I had no idea how to deal with. In truth, I thought about leaving this game, this game that she introduced me too, that we had shared together. It was a mutual friend that convinced me to stay, and I’m glad I did.

The twisters gone and its Dreadknights dealt with, Twintania’s aether began to seep into the ground beneath their feet, forming pools of molten rock. Sharla ran as fast as she could, the pools of hell opening up beneath her always just a half step behind. Still, she forced herself to keep singing, to keep her aim locked on the great dragon and her arrow’s true. She could see its strength was fading, its wings beat with less vigor than before. Still, with three members down and the others nearing defeat themselves, she knew it would take something more than song and arrow to turn the tide.

Two years later that same mutual friend asked me to join in running roulettes one day. We had run hundreds before but this time they were playing together and invited me to join them. For the first time in two years, I heard her voice. I heard her laugh. For the first time in two years, I remembered how important that friendship was to me. Though our relationship had changed, I realized then that it didn’t necessarily need to end.

“Y’akasha now!” Sharla cried. The Miqo’te’s ears twitched in response as she slammed her staff into the ground. The resulting burst of aether that enveloped the group truly did feel like its name implied, the Pulse of Life. Standing together once again, Sharla smiled and tightened her grip on her bow.

(Noble Barding)

My all-time favorite memory of my life here, on a world called Famfrit, in the Land of Eorzea, is the day I first bought a house of my very own. I had sought long to find a place to belong, with friends close enough to be family - but, especially, a place I could really call "home." For I remembered none.
My name is Belinda. I took the surname Forrest, for I seem to remember a beautiful place, with great, red-barked trees with feathery, evergreen foliage, that I had loved. But I seem to have lost that place, along with the memories of my life before I came to Gridania almost two years ago. I wanted to find a place where I could start again, and knew I had the skills, maybe even the magical ones needed to be a good healer. I was seeking - something, but I knew not what. An elderly gentleman on the coach bringing me here kindly told me about the new city I was entering. He is, and remains, my earliest memory now - all else is a haze, that, and visions of a great crystal of loving light.
I did well in Gridania, learning the skills of a conjurer, a healer with defense training, and was promoted to White Mage in less than a year. I learned how to fight in partnership to defeat enemies, those who would hurt the innocent. Even better, I found a wonderful home with a small Free Company, who welcomed me & helped me learn many other things I needed to not only survive, but to thrive in this world, & I found myself fighting to defend this way of life. I visited and fought for the three great city-states, then others, but they were always new to me - a place I had never seen before, had no memory of. Yes, I had found a noble cause to defend in Eorzea - freedom of its peoples, and respect for the cultural diversity of this world. But it was always their homes I was defending. Where was mine?
So, in my journeys here, the best memory I have yet had was when, with the help of a generous gift of gil from my FC's leader, I was able to buy my very own cottage in the Lavender Beds. At last I felt I really had a home - a house of my own! Now I not only had friends to stand with, fight beside, and to defend, I, too, had a home among my friends. As I planted my very own garden for the first time, I watched the sun set over the lake, surrounded by great trees of ancient lineage, and knew I was home at last.
I was full of joy as my house slowly filled with items of comfort and peace. I love this place, Eorzea, and have become a useful part of my FC, although I still have many things to learn, as I grow both my crafting/gathering skills, and expand my fighting & defense skills. But it is always good to come home at night, back to a place of peace and beauty, humble though it is - a real home. There are two great gifts to give a child, and as a new citizen in Eorzea, I have been given both by my new friends - roots and wings. I feel both as I enter my door.

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I am the final witness.

Surrounded by a band of adventurers I was happy to call my friends, we all bore witness that day to the defeat of Bahamut; a feat made possible only because of our dedication to training and strategy. Back then I was still a novice, a fledgling Black Mage, who barely knew a thaumaturge's staff from a conjurer's rod. But my friends patiently taught me all I needed to know to take down the dreadwyrm, took me countless times into the Crystal Tower to search for better equipment, and forgave my foolish missteps along the way.

Spirits high from our achievement, we journeyed to Ishgard and beyond. But the snows of Coerthas cooled our once fiery hearts, and one by one, our little group of adventurers went their separate ways. Some gave up the adventuring life to start a family and settle down, while others simply vanished one day without a trace. For a while, I, too, hung up my staff and retired from adventuring, but not a day passed that I didn't long to return to a life of slaying primals and exploring dungeons.

My eventual return came with a change a in focus: trading my Fire spells for the blazing Katon jutsu. I relentlessly honed my skills as a Ninja while taking on mercenary work in Othard. I even briefly joined another band of adventurers to fight Omega, but their companionship could not compare to the company of the friends I once had by my side.

Now, as I travel through the First, often against the backdrop of the Crystal Tower, I cannot help but think again of the days of Bahamut. Some days I curse myself for taking the company of my old friends for granted, while other days I can't help but smile at the fond memories we shared. As I again bear witness to the defeat of eikons we once took down together, I feel as if they are with me.

Taking up the sword, I feel the pain of the two men who took Bahamut's blows for us. When I wield healing magic, I see the faces of the Human and the Lallafel who often called out to me when it was my turn to act. As I hold my daggers, I feel the hands of four others, who once worked by my side to whittle down the wyrm's health, now guiding my strikes.

I am the final witness now, but I am the sum of everything we witnessed together. And I know they will always be in my heart to watch over me, and witness my triumphs in the future.

(noble barding)

Have you ever wondered about the green death?
Plague of the knife, deep within the city of Nym;
Allene sent us to that forsaken place;
A place full of karma, of mystery.

“I came here by way of the Wanderer's Palace;
Oh, how you would love it there, a daring adventurer like you!
There are automata contrived into the very walls;
dozens of secret rooms there must be.”

Four of us went down into its dark depths;
On the banks of Camp Bronze Lake.
Our group tasked to end our patron's strife;
To end those wanderers, toting blades and lanterns.

The smell of the water, stale;
Cool rocky corridors, aged by time.
We saw aged stone, moss-covered;
The only sound was that of running water, a trickling drip.

When we arrived we witnessed first hand the sickness of the sea;
The Nymian influence was unmistakable.
The markings on the walls distinct, certain;
For those warriors and scholars with us were descended from their teachings.

A place undisturbed by modern societies;
Ruins torn asunder by the weathering moisture brings.
The architecture accurately old, and dated;
Ancient pathways of stone and of stream weaved through the forsaken buildings.

There was no indication to alert us to the dangers ahead;
The threat seemed to come upon us without a sound.
In hindsight, we should have shown more respect for our foes;
For we were not the hunters, but the hunted.

Those wandering the halls of the palace moved inaudibly;
Our respect for Oschon only delivered us so far.
The green abominations, their beady yellow eyes;
Their kitchen knives, drawn to us.

Foes large and small lined the corridors;
Each more deadly than the last.
Keeper of Halidom, Giant Bavarois;
It was as if our own struggle fueled their fire, their rage.

Every door, rusted, trapped us within.
Oil was the key to our salvation;
Liquid gold upon gears.
For within its depths, a king called his home.

It was in that final stone room that we found our prize;
That circular chamber lined by canals.
A deep green king stood in our way, the Tonberry;
Our exacting revenge was our driving force.

The ruler's sharpened knife came laterally;
Delivering a heavying scourge.
Our party was engrossed in constant affliction;
Pushing past our limits to defeat the king.

Every swing of our steel and wave of our magic became more burdensome;
Until finally, one brave assault finishing the deed.
All that remained was a single chest, gold, and iron-bound;
The exit, a glowing beacon of hope and sanctity.

The changes to the palace came immediately;
Stale water smelled of new life, trickling with renewed vigor.
Moss-covered stone walls glowed with returning resolve;
The cracked floors appeared charmingly quaint.

When we left Oschon’s palace on that day we knew we had succeeded;
The plagues that once afflicted Nym would no longer persist.
For the king was the key to its dark touch;
Its green madness had come to an end.

[Ahriman Choker]

I tend not to talk much around my allies, instead opting to simply aid them in silence. I had separated from them one day and encountered a Hrothgar. This would soon lead into me learning the ways of the Gunbreaker.

After becoming more versed to the Gunbreaker ways, and accepting some protection jobs; one day my mentor and I accepted a job to defend a defecting Garlean scientist. It was a routine job until we decided to split up due to the sheer amount of Garlean forces targeting our charge. I rushed toward the enemies, my mentor and the scientist took a safer route without me.

I waited at the rendezvous for Mentor to show up. While I waited, our mutual companion showed up. A Viera who had been traveling with him long before I met them. She revealed to me that the scientist was someone from his past who brought down… unfortunate circumstances upon him. Learning this, I ran as fast as my feet could take me. I felt I had to stop my mentor from doing something he might regret.

As I had feared, he had indeed decided to enact vengeance upon the scientist. This was one of the few times in my life where I was worried. I couldn’t tell you whether I was worried about the scientist’s life, or for my mentor’s well-being. I did know that I had to do something, anything, to make sure no one died here.

So I yelled.

“Does the oath of a Gunbreaker mean nothing?!”

Looking back on it, I could understand why it would’ve stunned anyone else into silence. However, at that moment with tears forming in my eyes, I didn’t care. My words were all I had and I was forced to use them.

They were just enough. Mentor sheathed his blade upon realizing his mistake and walked away. The scientist was alive and delivered to his haven, and the Viera and I set off to find my mentor again. When she suggested we do so, I gave one of my silent nods.

When I saw him again, however, I made sure to call his name.

Signed,
A Lone Shout

Reward Choice: (Noble Barding)

The blizzard accompanying my return to Ishgard was no more welcoming than the one which cast me out. It’d been a year since I’d fled, abandoning everything I knew in search of a fresh adventure in Gridania. So far had I departed from the prim dinner parties, the services in Saint Reymanaund’s Cathedral, the slight cling of high Ishgardian collars against my throat that I no longer felt as though I was returning somewhere familiar. I was different, now. Cast out yet again, but stronger for it.

Ishgardian spires rose into a hazy gray sky, prickly as its denizens. I shuddered with cold as I passed through the gates. Haurchefant bade me welcome here under the care of his father, Count Edmont De Fortempts, and my Elezen appearance no doubt allowed me to seamlessly blend in. But that I was known here did not escape me. Some would have questions. And if asked, I would answer.

The Dragonsong War had cost Foundation so much. Dilapidated buildings at the city’s entrance crumbled. Smoke rose from the Brume in thick dark plumes. The separation of excessive wealth and dire poverty echoed stronger than ever in the eyes of the orphans who glared with our passing, dirty with soot and exhaustion.

Once welcomed by the Count my companions seated themselves to take tea by the fire and warm their bodies after the long journey from Camp Dragonhead. A lifetime in the cold afforded me less recovery time. Following yet another round of thanks I departed to investigate the city once more, Haurchefant’s inquiring eyes following me though he said nothing.

I headed up the long set of stairs leading up to the cathedral as I’d done so many times in the past, the bell tower and stained glass windows becoming more apparent the closer I drew. A beacon in the frigid snows, a symbol of Halone’s power and authority. As if anticipating my arrival, the bell struck, ringing out through the streets. Once, twice, eight times before silence descended once more.

Despite everything, for but a moment, I was a child again. Garbed in a holy rainbow dress, clutching my mother’s hand as my father laughed with Count Durendaire and reflected on the day’s sermon. Eager to play, to descend into the snow, to fire a bow or wield a lance like the enormous statues towering over the city below.

I breathed in the frozen air and let the snow melt against my cheeks.

Home. I was home.

[Bluebird Earrings please! Thanks for reading!]

Choosing just one is the hardest part. So vast are the memories of times we stood together; memories of the monsters we’ve slain, the gods we’ve laid low, and the riches we reaped from the earth and sea. Through it all we stood side by side. We shared each marvel with virgin eyes and giddily chattered at all the Source and the First offered.

Truly our story has spanned many years. We saw an empire repelled and its weapon disarmed. We heard a song of war and antiquity finally silenced. We tasted the victory of liberation and the blood of our enemies. We felt the chilled darkness break through the oppressive searing light. Now here we stand married in this world and also in our own. A perfect confluence of time and passion.

When my brother spoke of introducing us we were too excited to wait for our first date. You transferred to my server and we met outside of Mih Khetto’s Ampitheatre amongst the soft lights and distant warm voices. We lay together and talked for hours not knowing that what started as a date would become an eternity of love.

From that first explosive second we set out the see the world. All the while becoming more entwined as we built memories in Eorzea. When we met in our world I couldn’t believe you existed. Someone kind and loving who could share two lives with me. From spending hours to topple Titan with my PlayStation 3 lag to the sweet victory of bringing down Voidwamer just last week; II have fallen deeper and deeper in love with you.

Like crystals in the void my memories are vast. Each glows with the promise of so many more to come. I hear our groans at getting Sastasha during our leveling roulette. I see us, two eager men ready to marvel at beautiful holidays and celebrations. I taste the sweetness of finally nailing that perfect glamour we have been working on for hours. I feel the warmth and adoration we share watching one another grow. These memories are treasures and like a Primal I hoard them. They make me stronger and more confident each and every day. They give me a reason to keep living and fighting through my worldly illness. They push me to do better, achieve more, and cherish every second of my life.

I couldn’t have done this without you. My warrior, my protector, my magician, and my support. I will love you until Eorzea crumbles, until new worlds are born, and I can’t wait for our feet to touch those new grounds together. For, what started outside of a small amphitheater beneath the boughs of Gridania, has grown with roots deeper than even the elementals can reach.

I would love the Gaelicap so my husband can make fun of me.

There is a jungle named Rak'tika. While adventuring there a friend hurled herself into the Lifestream to escape certain death.

One companion of mine is a man calling himself Emet-Selch. For the purpose of this tale suffice to say he is of doubtful morals and glib tongue.

In our time of need, it happened that Emet-Selch possessed the means to perform a rescue and offered this course. What role I played involved carrying a lantern through the area in search of a workspace. Brighter suggested promise while the reverse would prove less useful.

“Once you've found a likely spot, all you need do is whistle,” Emet-Selch informed me. There must have been something telling in my expression, because it was at this point he stopped. Met my eye. “You do know how to whistle, don't you, hero? Just put your lips together and blow.

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How else could I respond? I told him of course, took the lantern, and sped toward the trees.

Whistling. Wonderful.

I searched for perhaps longer than necessary. Every turn I made brought the light dim, and every one following that extinguished it. I stumbled over tree roots and fought the native fauna until, mercifully, the thing shone.

Just put your lips together and blow.

Easy.

A child could manage.

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…and yet, through my own childhood, it seems I neglected this crucial lesson.

No matter how I strove or how ridiculous my expressions became, I simply couldn’t do it.

So I tried alternatives.

“Emet-Selch,” I said, respectably enough at first. This graduated to shouting “EMET-SELCH” into the forest at the top of my lungs, then to declarations of “I DID IT, THIS IS THE PLACE” and “PLEASE COME BACK” and “TWEET TWEET LOOK THIS IS ME WHISTLING”.

That man has not a bone of compassion in him.

“GODS DAMN IT.”

I practiced on mounts, which drew as little interest from them as my target. I paced the space. I knew, in those moments, deepest despair.

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“You’re a few steps short!”

I looked up.

Sure enough, in those impractically heavy robes Emet-Selch was perched in a tree watching my performance. He gestured ahead some paces with the flick of his wrist.

Perhaps there is an accomplishment in making him grin like that. What time I spent staring in response, slack-jawed, was probably something to behold.

I trudged to the place. Gestured helplessly.

He gave a demonstration, natural as breathing.

One last attempt. To call what emerged a whistle is generous, but Emet-Selch began making his descent regardless.

Smug.

Let it be known the Warrior of Light cannot whistle without aid.

[Scarf of Wondrous Wit]

Crestfallen adventurer,

What happened to you? Where are your companions? There was a time when you laughed heartily together. A time when you fought valiantly together. But those moments faded just as quickly as they came. And now... now, you are alone with only questions to keep you company - questions that plague your mind and haunt your dreams. Did your companions abandon you, or was it you who forsook them? Do you know who your friends are? Do you even know who you are? The only answers that come serve only to drive you deeper into despondency. You are lost. You are broken. You are no one, nothing.

But, you are wrong.

You may despair in lonely solitude, but you are not alone. You may not see any path to take, but you are not blind. Look skyward and behold a singular star that has always shone brightly in this endless night to guide you back onto your feet. Stand tall, my friend, and embrace her light - a warm, gentle light that will dispel the doldrums and renew your spirits once again. And look ahead to the many extraordinary and blessed experiences you will share together as you endure and carry on alongside your most supportive and invaluable partner, your night star.

(Noble Barding)

Many years I have wandered this Star… and many more I will wander still. I have not stopped searching. But what is it that I am searching for? This longing inside me… as if my very soul yearns. Every connection I have made on this endless journey feels like a small piece of a nigh-infinite puzzle – a conundrum beyond mortal understanding. What is the goal? To simply keep moving? Am I to wander aimlessly until my very bones split and my mind falls to ruin?

Every trial overcome replaced by another. Every goal achieved rendered fruitless. Why? Is there something of this life that I am missing? Is all truly as meaningless as what I perceive? And yet I still retain that feeling that there is something much more – something I cannot fully grasp.

As I slowly climb these steps, I begin to ponder the words of my adversary. I begin to recall the stories spoken by the shades that walk these streets. My heart glows with warmth as I contemplate these things.

“Hear… Think… Feel…”

As I reach the final step my mind drifts back to a certain poem. A poem that I wrote long ago in a moment of rare inspiration while gazing out at the Eorzean sunset.


Solemnly watching,
As the Stars doth slowly fall.
Where art thou going?
Whilst thou answer mine call?

Carry this Melody,
Observe this Calamity.
Ere guide with thy Heart,
To perceive what is all.

If all has meaning,
Then nothing is something.
Yet if none has meaning,
Then something is nothing.
Twin absolutes,
An entropic mix,
Pure attributes,
Of a World chained betwixt.

Silently drifting,
As the Moon doth slowly fall.
Where art thou fleeing?
Whilst thou ignore mine call?
Bury this Melody,

Beyond this Calamity.
Ere trust in thy part,
To restore what is all.


Like a beacon in the dark. Like an anchor for my will. Yes, this is where I need to be. All my wanderings have led to this very moment.

I reach for the great door before me with my newfound conviction. I may not fully understand the reasons behind my struggles as I live this life, but I know that if I just keep moving all will be made certain in time. As I step into the large room beyond the threshold, I see him standing there. This is the decisive moment.

Another piece of the puzzle.


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(Author's Note: This story expresses my overall experience and internalization of the world of FFXIV that I have traversed through all these years. This is my attempt to convey these metaphysical feelings that have culminated within me. Thank you for taking the time to read my words.)

Should I win I would like the Bluebird Earring.

Dearest Yaya,

It has been a while since I've sent you a letter, and for that I must apologize. How have you been? Are you doing well? Off on your own adventures? Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can still see your smiling face the night I left home. Mother was so upset that I had gone to take up the fight for Gridania. I will most likely have to apologize again the next time I come to visit and bring her some flowers. I've been meaning to come home sooner to see you both, but I have been busy.

They call me the hero of wishes. The daughter of Eorzea. The warrior of light.

They say I am like a star that shines through the twisted hulks of magitek, of blood, of pain on the fields of war. I slay demons, monsters, and armies with nothing but my friends below my wings spurring me further. Culler of the corrupt. Slayer of kings. An Eikon on the battlefield.

But that is not me. I am not the hero of wishes nor the warrior of light. I may be able to best the demons born of hate; but I can never seem quell my own.

I am your sister, Yun. I am small. Quiet. Lonely. And honestly? I am afraid. Not just for myself, but for everyone that believes me a wish granting hero.

The faces of friends surround me. Faces of sons. Daughters. Husbands. Wives. And more often than I'd like, children. Their faces smiling at me before battle, asking me to play a song to calm their nerves. And everytime they ask, I would always smile and carefully take out my flute to play our song. It comforts them as much as it comforts me, clearing out any distractions, and hopefully? It'll help keep them alive.

As horns blare and the chants begin, the rhythm of footsteps bring a new melody onto the field. It always beats louder than any note I can play, as everyone rushes into battle. They're charging at an enemy they know nothing of. They do not think of death or of losing, simply because they can see my back leading the way. Those faces. Faces of people that fully believe they will be ok because I am there. Because I can protect them. Because I am the hero of wishes.

But I cannot. While some survive many still fall. Their eyes will never open to see my face again, but I will always see theirs when I close mine.

Today we were lucky, losing so few. We took the capital with nothing short of luck and blood, freeing more people from a dim fate, though at no small price. I paced down the cooridors of the palace where the wounded were being treated, and took to the gardens on the roof. A spot where everyone could hear me. The winds broke against my cheeks, carrying the wails of those not so lucky during the siege. I close my eyes so I can see you once more, a face that will never smile at mine own. And I play our song until the cries fall silent once more.






I am no warrior of light, nor granter of wishes.

for if I was, you and mother would still be here with me.

Yun

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(Bluebird earrings, please.)

Here I stand, a Dark Knight at heart. To my side, a White Mage. To the other side, a Summoner. Though, it wasn't always this way.

I was once a Lancer, our White Mage, an Archer, and our Summoner, an Arcanist. We hoped and prayed that we could adventure together, foolish hope in our hearts, but alas, three damage dealers could not dungeon together.

Once we gained our soulstones, our now Summoner was excited to announce that he could fulfill the role of healer as our Scholar. The three of us were elated, finally we could adventure together!...If only it were that simple. This brief change of role lead to the deaths of many tanks, followed by a torrent of complaints. We were frustrated.

Our then Bard turned to me and said "Were it to be me, I could heal with a smile!" I asked him, "Well, why don't you?" I told him with confidence, "You keep us alive, and I'll keep you safe. How does that sound?" He turned to me and said, "Frankly, it sounds like an awful idea. Let's do it". From that day forward, he was a Conjurer, then a White Mage. He would learn to keep us alive and healthy as we battled on through trial after trial after trial. Though it always felt as though I hadn't kept up my end of the deal to the extent that I could have.

Fast Forward to Ishgard, where I picked up my Dark Knight soulstone. It was new to me, being in front, engaging the enemy for enmity, but I grew to love it. I could now protect my friends, who had promised to protect me. Together, we were a trinity, one who protects, one who heals, and one who strikes.

That is where we stand today. I do still have my lance, and he still has his bow. Occasionally we'll pick it up, but at heart, we're a Dark Knight and a White Mage, through and through.

While this wasn't particularly flashy or romanticized, I feel it was a fond memory. It was a step that brought us closer together as a trinity, and it's a mess I'll never forget.

Oh, the Summoner's still there, he went through some job changes himself, but those were mostly on a whim and not particularly noteworthy. He stood as a damage dealer from start to finish, but that's just how he is.

(If selected, I would like the Gaelicap)

Throughout the years, the time I've invested within Eorzea has developed memories that I've cherished to my core. Recounting my thoughts in search of the fondest brings back all kinds of imagery, from epic endeavors to heartfelt encounters to lackluster pastimes. There would be some truth in saying none of my memories can be held above all others, but the one that I would most regret not to share would be my time with one of the best people I've ever met, something I believe to be a timeless tale.

As the sun sat high in the sky, its rays of light bathed the trees and rooftops of the neighborhood for all sorts of adventurers to bask in and enjoy along the green lush. I had just moved into the Lavender Beds not too long ago, and I was working on decorating a cottage...but not just any cottage; this small home was my very first, and it was all mine.

It would take a few days and trips to other places, one which brought me to Idyllshire, a place still unfamiliar. As I was heading to the summoning bell amidst a busy crowd of different races crafting all around, I noticed a girl up on top of one of the tents...I had no idea how she'd gotten up there! I was still new around those parts, and I knew I must had been missing something. I looked around for a way up, though I was admittedly eager to get back to my new home, so finally I did what would sate my curiosity the fastest. I asked the girl, a miqo'te with a pointy hat and stylish glamour, and just like that she showed me the way! I showed my appreciation to her by giving her a rolanberry, one of my favorite snacks. It was exciting to learn something new I'd overlooked, but I was still oblivious to one thing, which is that the kind miqo'te would grow to be one of my best friends.

A few days had passed and I was working on my cottage...I'd had the kind fortune of my new friend in adorning it in a way that made me smile proudly. She was dressed as trendy as ever, and was so kind to me, beyond just helping me furnish my new cottage. The miqo'te made silly jokes at every chance she got. It didn't take me long to realize how much she loved a bad pun, or what a total history buff she was. By the time the sun had begun to fall, we climbed up onto my new roof to look out over the lake. I was so happy and relaxed while we laughed about the silliest things.

It's been about two years now, and we talk almost every day over our linkshell. We've found out how much we have in common, and more importantly to me, how much we can trust one another. When I look at her search information now, I grin madly at the comment. "I'm your rolanberry". Each time I see it, I think back to those few days when we met. I think about when the two of us were just sitting up on that cottage rooftop, somewhere I could call home, next to a person that relentlessly made me smile.. In all of my time since I've come to Eorzea, that has been and always will be one of my very best memories.https://tinyurl.com/y6ho9zvs

Gaelicap

To whom it may concern,

I write this letter as a record for who I once was and who I am today. I would not be where I am if it were not for you, healer of a forgotten name. The memory is still vivid, a memory where I lack the skill and experience to guide a party. That quest where my shield often falter and our lives often at risk due to my ineptitude. The other adventurers in our team would continuously berate and mock me for my failures. You stood up for me. "We were all new once." You advise me on timing my skills and how to position myself in combat. Slowly, but surely, we made it through alive. AS you turned to leave, I wanted to say thank you but could only whimper an apology. "Don't sweat it. You'll get there. Just don't give up." And with that, you left.

How many years has it been since that moment? In those years, I have improved as a Paladin. Steadfast and brave, my shield holds true. Just as you stood up for me, I now do the same as mentor for adventurers. I wish I could tell you of all the people I have met and all the adventures I have been on. Those days are full of success and failures. Each day shaping into the person I am. Your words igniting my soul that drives me forward each day.

If the receiver of this letter is another adventurer of whom I may or may not know of, I have a few words for you. Whether you are a veteran of war or novice dipping your feet, just remember: You only failed when you have given up. Put your heart into your passion and it will return to you in kind.

If by some miniscule miracle that you are the healer from that quest so long ago, I have a few words for you. I hope you are in good health. We may have encountered each other several times unbeknownst to each other's identity. Or we may never see other again in a world as large as ours. I will always remember you for what you have done. For you, it may have been a small gesture where you stand up for the novice of the team. For you, that day may have been another passing day with strangers. Regardless of who you are and how you feel about it, there are two words I want to tell; two words that I was too timid to say all those years ago.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

A Fellow Adventurer

(Gaelicap)

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The Binding Coil of Bahamut (PST)

We adventurers, eight so bright
So-called blessed heroes of the light
Gathered together for a quest.
With some banter and some jest
Entered to the unknown depths.

Slowly through did, we progress
A strange little ball, a bow suppressed
Traversing through a maze of crystals
Battling enemies by the fistful
To find an end, we are already wistful.

Alas, the end! Yet, we still expected a battle
There lain a serpent so large, we can barely handle.
Still, with a hack of an ax, the snake did become two
But soon thereafter, Caduceus the snake was slew.
We gathered our wits (and some of the treasure)
Then continued on, for our goal laid further.

Deeper and deeper onward we pressed,
But again and again, there laid a test.
A puzzling monster of blue and red!
We were given some choices on how to end.
Room after room, another enemy to attend
At the exit, one final foe to contend.

ADS so aptly named,
A Deary Sight! we all proclaimed.
Still, with some lasers carefully dodged
and some [blunt] arrows perfectly lodged
Success! With only a couple mechanics bodged.

The next stage offered us no break
A maze that gave us all heartache.
An order of platforms that were made to follow
A bunch of enemies, so hard to swallow.
And in the end, our victory so hollow.

Immediately starting another gauntlet to fight
There was not a single named monster in sight.
Still with some careful position
And some hard-earned attrition
Did we beat the chess (and dreadnaught) into submission.

Finally an end in sight!
The last level of the fight.
A Dragon of mythical proportions
Our wills only suffer some distortions
But a fight, our fight, we duly gave our portion.

The twisters came blindly.
More snakes, ugh, so spindly!
Still, with some of us charred
and the rest of us scarred.
We can only proclaim ‘This fight, why so hard!’

Soon the dragon lay grounded
With the stage, purple flames, surrounded
The final strike pushed through
The great dragon, Twintania, lay slew
With a triumphant cheer, did we bid her, adieu.

With many a pose, all over her nest.
Did we finally deserve some rest
One final picture of our group as a whole.
One final look, one final stroll.
One final cheer, as we reached the goal.

A journey so long ago with friends so close
A lasting bond that none can oppose.
But like all good things must come to an end
Great memories and people, we can still depend
For once and forever, we are truly friends.
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Scarf of Wondrous Wit

I do not speak overmuch. I nod, I smile. I tilt my head and those around me read into that small movement all the weight they ascribe to me. Whatever it is that they need to see. I remain quiet so that I can listen. I always remember the sounds best.

I remember hearing their wings. Even before the screeches there was a manifest pulsing. A thudding. And then the first ward fell before we knew what was happening. The second right after that. Half of our protection spent just so we could unsheathe our blades.

At last cannons answered with resonant beats of their own. And the snares, heavy chains rattling as they were cast over leathery bodies. They strained for merely a moment before giving with a tinny pop. That wave of muscle and anger would not be so easily slowed. We had hoped the third ward would hold—it did not. We needed the fourth ward to hold.

It did not.

Now all that kept them from the last gate, was us. Their largest, their leader, approached inexorably. Claws scored deep into thousand year old stone, and every one of its forward footfalls meant ten fewer lay behind us. I was pressed right up against that portcullis with the few who still stood. I’d lost my sword so I clung to my shield with both hands. Barely turning away strikes, arms numb, we knew we’d lost. That they would finish us and then tear through the same defence that hemmed us in.

Smoke and ash and heat, and we huddled behind our scarred planks of steel. Waiting for finality, we still did not drop our last futile guard. We held our breaths, held onto one another. Then the noise. Something so loud it was felt rather than just heard. Rattling our bones, the bricks, the mountains, the very sky, it seemed. Someone must have made it up the tower. At the last moment they’d torched off the Dragonkiller. I’d thought the name flippant once, but...

We didn’t know it was over until we heard those wings again. The dread heartbeat of buffeted air. This time moving away from us. Their leader’s bulk sagged and slipped off the bridge. It wasn’t noiseless, not really, not with the crackling of guttering fires, the howling Coerthan wind. But it felt like an absolute hush after the screeching, the screaming. A victorious quiet.

A woman helped me stand, my stunned limbs hanging at my sides. Her face was stained black with soot, her armour rent. White teeth grinning at me. I smiled back. Behind us, snow fell. Gentle flakes resting on a city we’d yet to set foot in. An intact city.

I don’t speak much, but I do want to share this with whoever finds it. We had nowhere to go, no illusions about our impending doom. We gripped our fate up to the very last moment, raised our shields for every bruising blow, and, because of this, we lived.

Listen. We made it. Hold on. Hold that silent sound within, and you will too.

(Gaelicap please! Good luck everyone and thank you team FFXIV!)

There are few things outside of fighting for my life that I find to be difficult. I am the Warrior of Light after all, I have the reputation to uphold of being able to fly through everything with a grace unlike any other. Yet, I was asked something that actually stumped me, and I have thought on it for many moons.

“What is your favorite memory from your journey, Malignancy?” Tataru asked.

I have struggled with this question because I have too many fond memories. Embarking on this adventure has been the greatest time of my life. I once had the ambition to be the star in the songs the Bards sing, and I have achieved that goal. Even still, I continue to trek on because I love what I do.

Along this journey, I have made many friends. I think that is perhaps what makes this journey worth it. All of the wonderful friends that I have fought alongside, and that have stood by my side through everything.

Then there are all the others I’ve met along the way. So many names come to my mind that I would be listing them off for hours. All names that I have made countless memories with.

How could I ever possibly just pick one to call a favorite?

There are a few memories that stick out more, like when we bought our first large plot in the Beds. And how could I possibly forget freeing Ala Mhigo and Doma from Garlean rule? I don’t remember ever feeling happier and proud of my own accomplishments than I did at that time.

Then, another thought slides into my mind, and I realize I’ve got it: the day I eternally bonded to my sun.

Through all the wars and situations in which our lives were in danger, we always kept each other up. We have protected one another, we have supported one another, and our bond has only strengthened over the years.

It was a beautiful night. The skies were clear, and the stars sparkled in the skies above the Sanctum of the Twelve. It was a night free of worry, a night off from the adventuring and being the Warriors of Light. It was a night of love and happiness, drinking and merriment, when two souls became one.

Zadist never looked more handsome than he did that night. I’ll never forget the love in his eyes as he placed the ring on my finger, no doubt visible anywhere on his face. It was something we both knew we were ready for, that we had been ready for a long, long time. Our friends cheered us on, wishing us continued happiness.

As we rode away on our beautiful white chocobo, it was more than just another ride together. It was our first ride together as an officially bonded couple, and the stars kissed the sky the way we kissed in the chapel. I’d never been much of one for romance, but that was one incredibly romantic night that I will never forget.

I often fiddle with my ring, love pounding in my heart for my sun, my friends, my companions, and my world. It’s been an amazing journey, and I look forward to all of the years to come.

(Chosen prize: Gaelicap)

Do you remember, meeting someone for the first time and thinking to yourself, I need to be with them; a love at first sight scenario? I do... It was a calm, breezy day in Limsa Lominsa. I was sitting underneath a tree, reading a book resting from a quest earlier that day.

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Sunlight sparkling throughout the branches, I saw her; playing the harp in a giant crowd. I put my book away, and walked over to hear her better. Gazed up at her starlight like eyes, all I could do was move to the beat of the music. It entranced me... I went and listened same hour every day without uttering a word. I couldn't get the courage to even say “Laliho!” But, I'm sure she knew how I felt with my dancing to her tunes.

She put her harp down one day, and sat next to me. This was it! This was the time to get courage, “Courage is the magic that turns dreams into a reality.” That line was in my head a lot... My voice squeaked, “Hello.” She chuckled at me... I then cleared my throat, “You play good.” That was all I could say to her...

A few days later I was helping out someone with a cafe idea for their house, I didn't know I'd see her again, she was in the same Free Company as this person I was helping out. I got more confident, and we talked and talked. Got to know each other better, we got into a relationship. Was she the one? I had to make this work.

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She joined me... we went and explored deep dungeons and caves, fighting monsters back to back. Surrounded, I popped the question, “Will you marry me?”

“If we survive this, I do!”

Filled with courage, I felled every last beast. Her and I, we journeyed to Ul'dah, the Gold Smith's guild, I dawned a hammer and forged her a ring to show my love.

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To this day... I look back on my fondest memory and still with the Ring of Eternity on my finger and hers, this is the story for the ages on how courage truly is the magic the turns dreams into a reality.

Go now, find your minstrel, your muse. Someone to make you happy. I'm glad to have her in my life, everyday is a treat.

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(If I'm chosen: Noble Barding)

Psychopath, they called her. The Butcher on the Big Bridge was another name for her. Only behind her back, but she knew. They treated her like she was simple. Called her Warrior of Light to her face, invited her to the meetings and parties, tried to keep her happy.

But they treated her like a dog on a leash. Pointed her at what needed killing and she did it for them. She was good at it. She enjoyed it. She knew it wasn’t exactly right to enjoy the rush of combat and the thrill of killing her enemies, but she did it for a cause. Her own cause, but it lined up closely enough to her compatriots’ that they couldn’t tell the difference.

That’s why she was here today. She rushed into the chamber with her companions at her back. The Ananta were finishing their ritual, their leader mad with grief. She understood a mother’s suffering. She understood far more than anybody suspected. But this was a poor way to handle that anguish. This way interferes with her plans.

The being burst forth from the gathered crystals, a surprisingly Hyuran form considering the snakelike qualities of its summoners. She gripped her cane tighter, adopting a ready stance. Next to her, her partner in crime read a book, a perpetually bored look on her face. Business as usual. A grin crept onto her face, going past excited to maniacal. It was time for the thrill of combat.

The heavily armored types led the charge. The primal’s aetheric effects warped their perception of the chamber into a circular arena floating in a void.

She was a whirlwind, occasionally granting her comrades the boon of her healing magicks, but mostly directing unrelenting light aspected destruction at the enemies before her.

One by one, her allies were taken out of the fight. She and the scholar tried to revive them, but the constant drain on her aetheric energies was too much. The two looked at each other and nodded. They would focus on keeping their sentient shields alive. This day would be won through attrition and not overwhelming force of arms.

The entity whispered directly into her consciousness, its words entreating her to lay down her burdens and rest. They became increasingly difficult to resist as the battle wore on, their resources almost entirely drained. Most of her companions lay on the ground as they had for the majority of her time in combat. She could not spare a moment to restore them to the fight.

She focused as hard as she could, summoning the presence of mind to increase the ferocity of her assault. The primal fell just as her reserves were exhausted. Her partner assisted her in restoring the others to life, their aether still tethered to their corporeal form strongly enough to allow it.

She allowed the flush of victory to fill her. She had done a good deed, despite the casual violence of it, and who cared if she enjoyed it too much or not? She agreed with them that she was a weapon, but only she knew that she was the one holding it.

***

Noble Barding, please.

Picking a single memory is a difficult challenge. I've been a Final Fantasy fan since I was able to read. Had I not opted to try a neat looking game for the SNES called "Final Fantasy II", I don't think I would have even gotten into video gaming as a whole. I grew up on Final Fantasy games, from spending hours searching every nook and cranny of "Final Fantasy 3" just because I didn't want it to end, to stealing the couch cushion from the living room, just so I could sit closer to the tv while I played FFVII. I remember being almost horrified to think I had somehow MISSED playing several of them, when the series "jumped" from III to VII.

I joined Final Fantasy XIV when it became A Realm Reborn and played it for a short while, never got too invested in it though since it was difficult for me to make and keep friends. I gave it up sad to say and moved on with my life, until one day my best friend was talking to me about it and he mentioned the Warring Triad.

"...Wait what"

I was stunned. They had somehow incorporated elements of my absolute favorite game into XIV? ...Okay, I'll come back for that. I was hooked and it felt good. I grinded my character, I played through the story, I had a goal. To defeat the Warring Triad. That time came, and each primal I downed I felt a little bit more of my childhood just smiling with pride. I never thought it could get better. Stormblood came, I was going through my regular stuff and that's when it hit. It was that laugh.

Kefka had come.

4.2 was the greatest patch for me, I had never been so absolutely hyped to finally take on Kefka, quite possibly my favorite villain. I scoured every bit of information I could find about him pre-release. I did double time to make sure I would be geared for him. It was release day, I rushed home from work faster than I had ever been, I felt just like it did when I got out of school and wanted to get home. I sat down at my computer, downed a monster and logged in. I got in touch with a few FC mates and it was time.

As each boss fell, it was as if I was back on that couch cushion in front of my tv. Finally after an hour of trials, cutscenes, and bathroom breaks I came to face to face with the perfect combination of psychotic clown and mad god himself, Kefka Palazzo. It was time.

Headphones off. Speakers on. He wasn't going against me, he was going against the twelve year old warrior of light that fought him decades ago. When he finally went down, I had never felt so young and alive.

So. If I had to pick a favorite moment? That would be it. Defeating Kefka for the first time in FFXIV. That was when I knew that I would be part of FFXIV until the very end.

If you enjoyed my story, I would prefer the Noble Barding please. Thank you for reading.

I remember the first time. My companion and I stood below the Shroud’s boughs, looking out across the waters to the Lavender Beds… and the excited way you spoke to us, offering us help as we found our way through a realm very new to the two of us. I remember the next few times, with others, albeit vaguely.

A cheerful Miqo’te, who kindly helped me figure out my spells. A danger loving couple that pulled my companion and I through Amdapor’s haunted halls. A friend made by chance that pulled me along to construct an airship. An Elezen who danced the night away with us in the Quicksand. A Roegadyn, an Au Ra, a Lalafell, who joined my friends and I - to complete a ranger group in Limsa.

The nights of careful planning, and attempts over and over - followed by the cheers, as my friends and I celebrated a hard won victory. Our excitement as we stepped into the halls of a place to call our own for the first time. A journey taken for the first time with them, to a place further than Eorzea, that would show us the way to further adventure.

To all of you, you have colored my days with something irreplaceable. For your company, your kindness, your warmth, your guidance, you have inspired me to be the same for those who follow. I hope the days find you well, wherever your travels have taken you.

May your adventures be filled with joy always,
A Fellow Adventurer

(If selected, I would like the Noble Barding - for my most stalwart companion. Thank you!)

So many things I love about the vast realm of Eorzea, Its filled with gorgeous sights from the snowy mountains of Ishgard to the sparkling sea of Costa del sol. I can get lost in the beauty of Sea of clouds or I can bask in the heat of Thanlan. Every person and creature unique, this world is full of depth and has a history all its own.

In this world that seems boundless I spend my days adventuring, hunting down dangerous creatures in Lakeland or racing through the streets of Ul'dah. whether I'm taking quests to help those in need, exploring scary dungeons or cooking up recipes in my home the excitement never stops.

This journey has filled me with a multitude of joyous memories. but what keeps bringing me back are the friendship's I've made. Bonds with diverse amazing and kind people. we help each other grow, and lift each on our dark days. We started out as strangers then friends and now family and its this crazy fascinating world that brought us all together I will forever be grateful for never being alone.

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Thank you, if selected (Prize: Gaelicap)

I've never enjoyed being noticed. That's how I imagined I would live out my adventures. I saw myself alone, keeping from the crowds and not bothering anyone as I continue onto my next quest.
I never expected to be found by a group, a ‘Free Company’ they called themselves. I friended the recruiter first because I was too shy to ask about the company itself. Turns out, I was the first outsider to join. Little did I know that they would become my family.
They taught me how to play my job, the ins and outs of this world, and they kept me safe from those that would try to push me around. They supported me. Still, I left for some time, took a break from them all and my duties. But when I returned, I was welcomed. Old faces and new greeted me.
This Free Company was where I learned to grow. I started off a child, stumbling over my own feet while the adults around me chuckled in their second-hand embarrassment over my clumsiness. But I grew older, more graceful. I learned how to run beside the best of adventurers and hold the hand of new ones.
This taught me to be smarter. That not every new adventurer was what they seemed. I was hurt and learned caution, and for some time I thought I learned coldness as well. My sympathy for newer players became less, and my tolerance for mistakes decreased as well. But my examples, my Free Company, were there. They taught me better. That caution was good, but that was no reason to be cruel and expect perfection. They were my friends during confusing times, and made sure I remained true to myself.
From there, I grew more. I learned forgiveness, and practice it every day, for not just others but myself. I remember that my closest friends are just a linkshell away, and that they will support me should I need them. Their voices are in my heart and head, encouraging me to reach for my goals. I have learned from them that to accomplish I must try, and nobody else will try for me.
So to you, who reads my letter this day. Cherish your friends. Do not fear pain or deceit. These are the lessons that have been taught to me in this home. To be my best self, and be strong. Do not hide within a bubble of insecurity of what may or may not be, and test yourself. Even if it is trying. Failure may be as insignificant as being ignored. But success just may be that barding you saved up on so much gil so long for your beloved Chocobo companion. Or your Guildmaster noticing your lovingly thought out design and choosing you, of all adventurers, to be the one to mass produce and help furnish the homes of your peers in Eorzea.
All that can be expected of you is to try, and my companions in Eorzea give me the courage to do so. They are my favorite memories. Their words that have shaped me into an individual that is an outstanding version of myself.
But if I had to choose one memory alone… I choose that hard run of Sastasha, where I learned that I do not need to hold myself back. That, I will always remember.

Ahriman Choker

Excerpt from a journal, writ red on aged parchment.

We come, friends and strangers, to a little realm far from home.

For home is often cruel, cold, hard. As winter sinks wicked teeth into our hearts, as the world burns, as we cry out desperately for hope, we flee. While violence and brutality prevail around us, we seek solace. We struggle to fight greater battles while yet shouldering our own burdens, but in this realm, new faces and old alike are welcomed in from the cold, refugees all.

Here, power is placed into our hands. Power to fight, power to change, power to confront evils alike to those all around us, power to question ourselves and the world we live in. We carry here our burdens and scars, aggrieved by the world, and this little realm mirrors the agonies of our own -- and strives to light a path forward.

Toppling dictators, finding aid and comfort in friends and allies, striving to learn more of the great wide world and to protect all its inhabitants. Searching for oneself, struggling for answers and meaning and grappling with loss, finding peace with our past and trauma and fears. In a little realm far from home, refugees in the thousands face the world's grim realities through a gilded mirror.

I, myself, arrived only a short while ago. Drawn by the promise of friendship, a warm hearth and warmer welcome, I journeyed here from a crumbling reality, bearing with me my fear and doubts. My travels here are not yet done; I've not yet explored every far-off land, broken bread with all the many and varied people of this realm. But those places I've seen and people I've met have given me something I'd long thought lost: a fragile, yet growing, flower of hope.

I struggle to find reason to strive onward, in that world I call mine own. I struggle to see an end to the carnage and hatred that seethes from the rotting core of so many nations. I struggle to see the value of mine own small influence, though I must ever smile and press on for those I love.

Here, I've found myself able to view my world through new eyes. The stories of this realm's people blaze a path that I might strive to mimic. Though this little realm does not reach beyond its own borders, I carry a little piece of it with me, now, woven into the tattered fabric of my being, lending its strength to my worn and threadbare self. Brick by brick, I am rebuilding mine own love of life, of the world. My hands may be bloody and raw from the work, yet still I will press onward: to be a hero in what little ways I can, and to forgive myself when I cannot.

And ever shall I consider this place my home.

[A personal thank-you to the XIV writing and development team for their hard work and poignant storytelling, which hold great personal weight and meaning for me. One day I will reach Shadowbringers. If selected to win, I would like the Noble Barding, please.]

Emet-Selch: Ascian, and harbinger of our destruction.
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Warrior of Light: Champion of Hydaelyn, and defier of fate.
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Our titles - our roles - should have left us nothing more than enemies. An intersection of ideals was impossible, and when you first strode up to us with your laughable words of wanting to find common ground, I should have felt, as my fellow Scions so plainly did, that you were merely mocking us. That you would take any kindness or weakness and exploit it at the worst moment, betraying what little trust we might have offered.

And yet...

I didn’t trust you. Not at the beginning, and not even at the end, in Amaurot. I wanted to though. Even as I doubted your sincerity, I wanted desperately for it to be true. I wished I could offer you the kindness I’d have shown anyone else - that my role and duties to others didn’t demand, at the very least, silence, if not outright scorn. It felt wrong. Surely we, who considered ourselves right and just, could be better than that. Surely the Hero could be better than that. Yes, we may well need to kill our enemies in the end, but they are… Well, perhaps not human, but they have souls as we do. They have wants and needs and desires like everyone else. Why can we not treat them with respect?

And in the end, now that it’s all done and over with, I think you were sincere. Perhaps it’s just my own wishful thinking, but I believe that, had you truly wanted us dead, you would have struck down Alisae and Alphinaud, Y’shtola and Urianger, Thancred and Ryne, not merely knocked them unconscious. You had nothing to gain from doing so, and everything to lose. Did you perhaps orchestrate the entire encounter? Planned your own fall from the very beginning? To what end?

Now, in the quiet of my rooms in the Pendants, I find myself remembering your expression just before we fought. Your shock, disbelief, then stubborn denial. A trick of the light, you told yourself, and I wonder: who was it you saw in me?
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Even now, with you gone, you have me at a disadvantage. I know your name, Hades, but I do not know my own. Before the sundering, who was I that my presence would shake you so? That you might, possibly, have allowed me to live at the potential cost of the Rejoining you so desired?

Hades, soul whole and immortal, who loved his world to such extremes he would destroy all others for its restoration.
Myself, soul fragmented and fragile, who yet loves her world in all its imperfection.

I beg of you, what was my name?

(If I win, I would like the bluebird earring.)