You are nothing if not...dedicated.
or bored.
You are nothing if not...dedicated.
or bored.
So my Captain died, and my Roegadyn brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my Captain's cryptic talk of victory.
Time has proven him wise, for from free Eorzean to free Eorzean, the word was spread that the bold Captain and his Roegadyn Wall, so far from home, laid down their lives, not just for Limsa Lominsa, but for all Eorzea and the promise this star holds.
Now, here on this ragged patch of earth, the Lalafell Empire faces obliteration!
They will be back...and in greater numbers. You aren't prepared.
Just there the Lalafell hordes huddle, sheer terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers... knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of the Roegadyn Wall!
Wish to place a report, a congregation of Lalafell and Lalafell supporting scum have formed a collation on the new DC. Please send your support before it spreads like a cancer.
Yet they stare now across the plain at ten thousand Roegadyn commanding thirty thousand free Eorzeans!
The Lalafell Empire outnumbers us a paltry three to one, good odds for any Roe. This day we rescue Eorzea from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything we can imagine!
Tell them our story! Make every Eorzean know what happened here. You'll have a grand tale to tell. A tale of victory!
A new age has begun, an age of freedom! And all will know that the Roegadyn Wall gave their last breath to defend it!
The most important part of seeking victory is defining what it is.
Is it? I think the Lalafells are a tidal wave and the Roe are as a child addressing a tidal wave saying, "I will not be moved" but before the words are even out of their mouth...all is ocean, leaving no sign; Not only no sign of the child, but no sign of their defiance, no sign at all of anything that opposed the crushing sea in the least.
Potato wave incoming! Everyone, warn the Irish!
Wait, I'm part Irish.......
Give thanks, Limsa Lominsa! To the Captain, and the brave Roegadyn Wall! To victory!
Never fight until you have to. But when it's time to fight, you fight like you're the third monkey on the ramp to Nyunkrepf's Ark....and brother, it's starting to rain.
There is no essential good in living. Life is nothing in itself. It's a place marker that proves who's winning, and we are the winners. We are always the winners. There is nothing but the winning. Even winning means nothing. We win because it's an insult to lose. The ends don't justify the means. The means don't justify the ends. There is no one to justify to. There is no justification.
Are ya winning son?
You've been strangely...quiet.