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

Hey. How many years has it been since I last saw you? Too many, if you ask me.

I found your letter, by the way. I keep it with me always. When I don't have the strength to go on, when I doubt myself, I read it. When I'm happy, when the relief rushes in after battle, I read it then, too. I never would have made it this far without you. So now it's my turn to write you a letter. I have so much to tell you about! I've made a lot of new friends (and enemies, of course, you know me), reunited with old ones... But where do I even begin?

I've almost led enough uprisings that I have to count them on both hands. I'm in a whole other world! That's not even the most outlandish thing to happen - would you believe me if I said Urianger knelt before me? I was so shocked! It was sweet of him, even if he didn't need to. After all, everyone is just trying to do their best; are we not all deserving of love? Not that I'll ever let him forget about it, mind you! I certainly won't be forgetting. I'm also learning to rely on them more, in no small part thanks to being bullied into it by one of my new allies. Me! Bullied into something! It will make for a great tale, I think. One of those children's tales with a moral at the end of the story. "Your friends want to help you, you don't have to do it all alone." Do you really think I was like that...? Is that why you always came to my rescue so recklessly?

Speaking of tales, did you know I keep little mementos of every journey? A helmet, an axe, a hairpin, a crystal, a mask... And many more! My room is getting awfully cluttered, but it's so hard to let go of the ones I once loved. My heart aches every day with how much I miss them. How much I miss you. Even so, I will keep walking forward, your shield ever at my side. Knowing that you believe in me, that my friends believe in me, keeps me going. Even if whatever world I'm in starts to fall apart around me, even if I start to fall apart, I will keep fighting to protect our precious memories.

You'll always be my hero. May this letter reach you across the aetherial sea.
- Hope Incarnate

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(Noble barding, please!)

Scritch, scritch, scritch...

Let’s see...it’s been about 5 years since we started this journey together, hasn’t it?

I still remember when you dashed from Uldah to Gridania by foot, just in time to save help me from a careless misstep a calculated fight with a monster. Completely on purpose, not on accident, perish the thought.

It’s been quite a while since then and I’d like to think we’ve grown. We’ve had trials and hardships since then but we made so many good friends too.


The writer pauses, tapping the feather against her chin, a thoughtful look reflected in her eyes. She stretches for a moment, then bends back over, her pen scratching across the parchment once again.


I think, if I had to choose from my fondest memories, like when we gathered up a large group of people in Limsa Lominsa to just dance for hours on end or when we bought our free company a house for the first time…


The writer smiles wryly to herself, remembering how hard they worked to grab that house for their own. Someone had likened it to a bloodbath to which she would wholeheartedly agree.


I think...it would be the quieter moments. The quiet moments where we sat together to take in the atmosphere and just talk like when we traveled to the First and sat together in Il Mheg and in a wholly new world. Despite the situation we were in, it felt like old times, just you and me on our adventure. I even managed to wrangle an impression of us there from the pixies and included it in this message.

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She laughs to herself at her choice of words. ‘Included it in this message?’ That sounded so official and...ridiculous. While she’s half tempted to scratch it out, she's already scratched out part of her letter and so she instead just shrugs a little at her choice of words and continues to write.


See? Just the two of us sitting there, taking a break from our adventures. I don’t know how the Pixies managed such a feat but I’m glad. Now I have a memory in my hand and now...you do too.

From here on out, no matter where we might go, may it be together, to create many more happy memories like this.

…Though, I probably should have chosen a different medium than the guestbook in your house…

With love,

Ciel

(Edit: I would like the noble barding please, if I win!)

I’ve never been so good with letters, so I had my friend help me put this together.

You remember how it was, when we were kids? Days when we was each other’s only mate, roughhousing in the cavern or racing in the hot desert sun. Always wanted to beat you at sommat. Never could, though—I was just your kid sister, always trailing behind. I was happy anyroad. I’d be right as long as I could follow your back.

And it was the same way when we finally met up again. Every place you wrote about, I went to see with my own eyes. I wish I could’ve told you more about it. About people I met, or battles I fought.

Could’ve learnt more about what you were up to as well. Can’t imagine how much amazing stuff you saw. My brother, a Warrior of Light, and you even got the same visions I did. Following your back like always, I guess. You and me fighting side by side, turning back the tide at Velodyna, it was like a dream.

And then the tower fell and woke me up.

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Can’t tell you how much time I spent crying. We’d just got back together, Richard. You were the only family I had left! I know life’s never been fair to us, but this time I can’t accept it. Spent five bleeding years never once giving up hope you’d turn up. Even when people said you were just another lost in the Calamity, I told them they were wrong every single time.

So how come I can’t just be the one who’s wrong this time? When it happened, I was wishing, hoping you’d turn up again. That maybe you got put in a rift again and you’d show up in five years. But I know that won’t happen this time. They found your body this time.

Sometimes, I thought to myself, if you were the Warrior of Light, maybe things would be different. Maybe you’d still be fighting, off on some distant battlefield but alive and safe. You know, he’s a hero to the Resistance, and to me as well, but he’s not my hero.

My hero made me dinner when da was too busy. My hero played with me when I was lonely. My hero stuck up for me when I got picked on. My hero told the best worst jokes and was the only person I knew who could eat more than I could.

I’m still wearing the armor you gave me, and I took up your gloves, too. They’re a bit big, but I’ll get used to them.

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I’m not writing to ask you why. I won’t keep crying, and I don’t want you to worry over me anymore. I just need you to know that I saw it to the end, to the gates of Ala Mhigo. We won, Richie. We finally won! And I may not know where my journey’s going next, but I’ll keep you with me and make my own path.

On my hands. In my heart.

I won’t walk alone,

A Sister of the Fist

(Thank you for reading! If chosen, I'd like Noble Barding for my alt, Valerie Voss on Mateus)

Early on, my heart was as cold as an unlit hearth in the middle of a Coerthan winter.

Maybe that’s too overdramatic?

I still think upon what happened to the Scions and I in Ul’dah – the betrayal we didn’t expect, the losses I couldn’t come to terms with… It happened so long ago now, but some days when I remember, I feel as though I’m reliving the whole thing.

I remember trudging through the wind and snow, away from the place I’d spent the last few years of my life and had grown to know as home, to find refuge in a place that I had thought was unwelcoming to adventurers such as myself.

Spurned and looked down upon by those that had once called me “hero”, I felt my mind clouded with dark thoughts.

I remember finally arriving, chilled to the bone, when the atmosphere suddenly shifted.

I was surrounded by warmth.

Given comfort and safety when I felt the entire world was out to get me.

A place where I was known not as “hero” nor “champion”, but as “friend”.

The cold hearth was lit.

I learned a few things during my time in Dragonhead: one was that hot chocolate is a drink that warms the body and the soul, and another was that there is always good in this world, no matter how bad it may seem.

I don’t think I ever truly thanked you for the hospitality that you offered to my comrades and I… but I hope you know how grateful I truly am.

- Your Warrior and Friend

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[Noble barding, please! <3 ]

Until I met you, the path was ever clear.

I left the mountains to find purpose, and in time, Hydaelyn laid bare my path--in step with my noble friends, the Scions. Though sometimes we erred in judgement, our purpose remained a straight road.

The world we wanted was worth fighting for. There was no risk in waiting. We stood only to lose if we did not act. Even when it cost some of us everything, we knew it worth everything. Because if we did not push forward, it would all end.

So we found the courage to press on. We had no other choice.

But then we came to the First. And we met you.

I thought you would be like the rest...

And then you saved her. And it seemed to me almost like you cared, despite your quips about proving yourself trustworthy.

So much happened after that. You taught us things you did not need us to know. You did it because you wanted us to know. And when you spoke of what you had lost, the sadness in your eyes was something you didn't care to hide.

It haunted me.

I have looked into the eyes of voidsent and seen wicked intent. I have weathered the burning gazes of hateful dragons and ardent primals. I have seen my fears reflected in the soulless lenses of technological terrors. I have seen the mindless madness of selfish traitors, heartless murderers, and self-styled gods. I have returned the singular tenacity in the stare of those empty blue eyes from that one who existed only to struggle and kill.

When I remember these moments, I do not remember doubt. Overcoming each foe, however painful, was something I fully believed was right.

You were different. For once, I could not fight without doubt. Once I understood what you lost and why you fought, how could I? Who would not hesitate before bearing the terrible burden of taking away your last hope?

That doubt ate at me. The light itself may have been too much to bear, but I wonder how much of the burden was compounded by the weight I felt in being the one who would end all your triumphs, all your hopes... All your despair.

In hindsight, I know there was no other way. I respected that about you. You made your choice. We made ours. Our dreams could not both come to pass. Someone's time had to end.

You were so burdened by your countless eons. That memory of your friend told me as much, but he only confirmed what I already felt.

Maybe that's why I felt like you smiled at the end: because you knew you could rest at last, freed of an unimaginable burden. We had proven to be your equals at last, just after you had given up hope in us.

And what you asked me to do... Well, that's why I'm writing this. I haven't forgotten. If there's any memory I need to preserve, it is the one I promised you I would remember.

I remember that you lived.

-Relia

(Scarf of Wondrous Wit, should I be so fortunate.)

“Do you like this world?” he asks as I lower my bow, the music of the Primal fight echoing in my ears as it fades to the wind, and the glitter in the air dances to a halt.

It takes me a moment to calm my racing heartbeat and catch my breath, but the adrenaline and the smile on my face speaks for itself. I pause and look toward the sky painted with the reds and oranges of sunset. “Yes.” I nod. “Yes. I love this world. I would do anything to protect it, but most of all, I love the people within. This place is special, precious, and so I wish to remain in it as long as possible.”

He smiles at that, a silly look that is still in character, and extends his hand. I tilt my head, eyes widening. “Then, would you like to explore more? There’s realms away, and you still have yet only taken your first step.”

My brows furrow as I glance toward the gate-like mess of thorny trees. More? What more could there be beyond the Moggle fight? The ultimate test of one’s skill? I look back, the glitter in the air shimmering with the light of sunset. “There’s still more?”

“Of course,” he almost laughs. “Much more. The adventures get difficult, the pressures become steep, but the excitement, the journey, makes it all worth it.” He places a key into the palm of my extended hand and presses the fingers shut. “We’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready. But for now, enjoy your time in Eorzea.”

I find a smile coming to my lips, replacing the previous confusion, and open my hand. The key is black, smooth, and adorned with vines and tangles of leaves. “Yes. I’ll be sure to become strong, fight many more enemies like this, and save the world three times over. And when I’m done with that,” I add, looking back to him, “I’ll meet up with you again. I swear on it.”

He nods his head, and I turn back to gaze at the brightly-lit forest, the songs of the Moggle king fading in the distance. “Yes. I believe in you.”

((bluebird earrings please))

I’ve loved video games most of my life. For a long time I’ve had to deal with people looking down on them, acting like I’m just wasting my life by playing them. To me, Final Fantasy XIV was proof they were wrong. The story fundamentally changed me, Heavensward and Shadowbringers in particular. It’s a game that really makes one rethink their outlook on life as a whole. And so the most beautiful memories have always been sharing that experience.

I went through with my friends, and the best moments were always with them. Sometimes we went through things together, and yelled and cried at the same time. Other times one person was ahead, but sat there waiting for the moment they knew was coming. I remember sitting there with the most evil grin on my face, trying not to laugh as yet another friend finished the Vault because I knew. Worrisome moments were made more worrisome by friends who were ahead of me dropping hints that something bad was going to happen (even if nothing did and they were just messing with me).

It was that much more amazing having people to laugh and cry with.

People who will discuss with me for hours on end.
(I tried telling my mom about the story once, I’m fairly sure she didn’t understand a word of it.)

People who will share stupid moments with me.
There was one time in Praetorium we tried to take pictures with Gaius and it ended with someone pulling him by accident. He ran forward in gpose, and I ended up with a picture of him about to behead my alt.
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Even now, watching a couple of new people reach Heavensward, I can’t wait to share their adventure with them. It’s going to be crazy, and it’s going to be beautiful.

The Warrior of Light should never walk alone. I have some of the greatest friends to share my adventure with, and I’ve never been more thankful to have them both in the game and in my life. The best memories are those we share. And there will be many more to come.

(oops forgot, prize choice would be noble barding)

Three years ago I first set foot in Eorzea, a land that was, at the time, strange to me. I remember my first wide-eyed steps into the busy streets of Ul’dah; I remember being lost in the endless sands of Thanalan, the fathomless forests of Gridania, the bustling quays of La Noscea.

But then I met someone, a fellow adventurer who had been down the path I was walking, and who was kind enough to stop and lend a hand. They showed me my way around, helped me get started in my own adventuring career, even introduced me to their companions, of whose number I was glad to join.

I remember the rush of adrenaline as a group of us stood atop the Crystal Tower, looking at the throne we had just wrested from Xande’s grasp. I remember the thrill as we boarded the Void Ark, and the desperation as we faced the High Seraph in the depths of the Necrohol of Mullonde, knowing that one false step could lead to untold death and destruction.

Together, we fought primals and dragons, pirates and ghosts, fiendish creatures and Imperial menaces. Together, we forged forward, exploring new lands, new cultures, and even entire new worlds. Together, we conquered sea and sky, and nothing between them could hold us back. Although we were not without failures or losses, always we prevailed.

And there were good times amongst the fateful and desperate ones. I remember our awe as we looked out at the glorious sunset of the Sea of Clouds. I remember the flickering lanterns and myriad delicacies of the Ten Thousand Stalls as we tasted the first fruits of the Domans’ efforts to rebuild their home. I remember the glittering halls and untold treasures of the Lost Canals of Uznair. I remember the thrill of the Great Hunt, as four of us faced down - and tamed - one of the mightiest creatures in Eorzea’s history.

But the most important memory I have of my time in this land is of meeting you, my friend. Thank you, partner, for always being by my side.

-letter from Souji Hanamura to Allie Svent, adventurers extraordinaire

(Bluebird Earring)

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To whomever shall lay eyes upon this letter,
thank you. Knowing someone is reading this warms my heart, although, one would say I\\'ve the type of heart that would be moved by anything. Growing up in Sharlayan, we were taught to remain neutral, untouched, unmoved by conflict. "To preserve our way of life and protect the knowledge we harbor." Or so, Master Leveilleur would tell us.
Although, it was clear from the beginning that his children would do much and more than that. Oh, how they idolized Master Louisoix. He knew they would grow to great heights. Not in stature, surely. But in maturity and character. Their need to protect not only Eorzea, but this very star drives them. Mistress Alisaie, ever the driven, hot headed, and passionate young lady. And Master Alphinaud, the calm and collected prodigious young lad.
Tis been such an honor to grow with these two fine Elezen. To see them both struggle, and persevere. To make mistakes, and learn from them. To disagree, only to find out that they both were more alike than just in appearances. I shall never forget the day I thought I would lose them both. Being the first of is Scions to stand their ground against a being worlds apart from them in both skill and power.
The first to attack the Ascian, as we all lay weakened on the ground, was Alisaie. All of her rage, passion, and desperation thrust into one initial strike. Through my pain, her words or inspiration and determination moved my heart. Twas then, Emet-Selch struck her down in a single blow. And my heart hurt as she lay unmoving.
Her ever protective twin brother rushed over to shield her. He was staring the end of everything he knew straight in the eyes. And unwaveringly, he proclaimed humanity\\'s existence and it\\'s ability to thrive no matter the circumstance. But once again, a simple attack rendered him defeated. I could not help but fear that my life was ending as I saw the two, Alphinaud\\'s limp body shielding his unconscious sister from the last attack.
But as I remembered every tribulation, every victory, every loss, every single time the three of us have grown together, I found myself staggering to my feet. And watching them later when I had thought them lost, standing together and against all odds to save not just our world, but one from where we do not hail, I could not help but scoff at the ideals in which we were raised.
They call me the Warrior of Light. Their Champion. Their Hero. But to me... They will always be my heroes... My Warriors of Light.
To whomever may lay eyes on this letter, I beseech you:
Live your life with compassion and love, just as they do. Knowing you will gives me hope.

A certain Sharlayan Bard

(Noble boarding please♡)
Kaoru Takaida (Diabolos)

You would be surprised how much it seems to rain in Western Thanalan when you are waiting for that one perfect morning.

I had filled my pack with lugworms earlier in the week in preparation for my trip to Cape Westwind and right on cue a thick bank of clouds had rolled in off the ocean.
People are not so thrilled to have you in their businesses when you smell of week old lugworms and even the local Sky Watcher's patience was wearing thin with my increasingly pungent presence.

But finally my perfect morning was here, clear and fantastically blue!
I found myself a quiet cliff edge and drank in all that blue, the sky kissing the ocean as far as the eye can see and no idea where one ends and the other begins.

They say there is a sawfish of titanic proportions that can been seen in these waters on a clear morning like this. That it comes to feed on the migrating wahoo, a sharp toothy fish that frequents these parts… and that was my plan. I would catch the fattest, juiciest wahoo and with it I would lure in this legendary sawfish.
Big fish eat little fish, so my father used to say, never be the little fish.

Catching a wahoo is not so simple, Big fish eat little fish and the wahoo eats Merlthor goby and I wanted to catch the sleekest wahoo so first I must catch the plumpest of goby!

The sun crept higher as my perfect morning melted away, I had thrown back more skinny gobies and malnourished wahoo than I cared to count. I cast again and again.
Every tug on the line my heart leapt with anticipation, would this be the roundest of goby? Ah! And it was!
I threw out my line again, would luck strike twice? Succulent wahoo? Something caught my line and I had to fight it.
Scooting back to square off my feet on the rock I pulled in my catch, what a beauty it was! WAHOO indeed!

Prize wahoo still hooked, my pulse thundering in my ears this was it. I would not get another chance today.
My bobber…. Bobbed! I dig in my heels and start reeling. It’s big, could it be? This must be it, the monster sawfish! The beast of Brewer’s Beacon!

I keep on the pressure I know a moment of slack and my line could snap, let him tire, steady, steady I draw him in.

I felt I fought the line for hours but it must have been only minutes when I caught the first glimpse of something massive breaking the surface of the water, it’s lithe silver body twisting in the salt spray, A silver shark!
A SILVER SHARK!?! I fell backwards laughing at the ridiculousness of it but the shark was furious and still thrashing on the line.
So I set him free back out into the impossible blue.
Somewhere between the sea and the sky where I can only dream to follow…

… but I’ll be back…

… On the next perfect morning… I’ll be back.

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(Noble Barding)

I write this entry for a friend who walks in the dark.

We have walked this echo many times over. Standing here at the edge of Eden’s massive shape. Countless times have we come to lay rest this weary soul. And many times have we failed. Although, perhaps not failed; for she does not know victory, nor can we arbiters of Hydaelyn ever truly know defeat. And for that blessing(curse?) Her end has already been forseen.

She towers over us, the Voidwalker, as we call her. That name is aptly given, although I’m not sure anyone else that was summoned here quite understands. Every time I face a foe, I commune deep into the abyss just as he showed me. To make sure this soul or any soul is not unjustly slain in the name of her light. And in this moment I see what I always see. Myself and my shadow looming behind me. However, ever since coming to Eden’s precipice, another has stood there. A soul stained in the void. A soul wracked with pain and guilt. A soul that cannot be there. Only two have ever walked into that darkness, that abyss, that...night and remained. Clearly she was once like he and I. A warrior who walked this dark path that teetered between justice and sacrifice.

I complete my communion for this round’s echo. However, I realize that this time is different. I can feel the air vibrating; it’s searing numbness burning my lungs. I can feel the others anxiety and anger jumping from their eyes. What could have changed? Is it the countless echoes that we’ve walked before arriving to this point? The anger felt deep in our hearts after failing to eliminate her? Or is it simply our time to lay rest yet another forsaken soul tainted by the source’s light. This time I feel abyss calling to me stronger than usual. I can feel it itching and ready to take another soul deep into its yawning depths. Tugging at the soul crystal that I hold close to my heart, I can feel the living shadow, Esteem —although it’s not quite Esteem— about ready to jump out from the shadow cast by Voidwalker herself.

Before jumping into the fray, I commune one last time within myself. Searching deep inside for what could be different this time. It’s all the same. Me, the outsider, and my shadow. And in that moment I know that nothing has changed. All things must end and this moment is simply hers. I offer a final prayer for her, so that she may find comfort in what is to come. Although I know this one has lost all forms of self to even know comfort anymore. Perhaps these prayers are more to comfort myself...

“Do not be afraid child, for whom is also stained in black. For you however, the Void is not a kind place. It has swallowed you in its unending wake. Please rest easy in knowing that your sins shall be forgiven in the great flame of the abyss. Now sleep dearest one, come forth unto The Blackest Night and you shall truly know peace.”

***

Then the outsider is gone. Two continue to walk the path and one enters a restful slumber.

[Noble Barding]

Greetings dear reader, whomever you may be!

Once more the people of Eorzea observe the Rising, a time for remembrance and reflection – upon all which was lost in the Calamity the date marks, certainly, but also upon fonder memories of the time since passed. Curiously, however, this year sees those fond memories bottled up and cast unto the sea, such that faraway strangers might share in them; this letter is to be one of those fond memories.

Ah, but what shall I write about? Even in the span of my few dozen moons in Eorzea, I’ve accrued so many stories! I could tell of my joining with a Free Company to battle machines and monsters fit for nightmares, or of attending the Eternal Bonding of dear companions. Alas, I’ve neither parchment nor ink enough to share all that I’d like. Still, as I stare off into the merciful dark, a simpler tale comes to mind: That of my time spent playing Doman Mahjong.

I’d first heard of the game by way of a briefest mention that some quiet nook of the otherwise rather noisy Gold Saucer had been renovated to accommodate a curious new game, one carried across the seas from Doma – where it is reportedly quite popular. Foreign culture had always piqued some curiosity from me (I did leave home, after all!), and so I paid a visit to “The Manderville Tables” to see what I could learn of the game.

Imagine my shock when the kindly tutor in attendance provided me with a tome of rules that was outright impressive in its girth! Still, I worked through it page by page, forming an admittedly flimsy grasp of the game before putting it to use against the Saucer’s automata. With a bit of time and practice, I soon gained the confidence to pit myself against more warm-blooded opponents, ranging from those as inexperienced as I to those who had long learned the game abroad; it was there that I fell in love with a game of sharp cunning and wildly swinging fortunes.

Across the many moons that followed, the game has remained a fond pastime for myself and the many now-familiar faces that frequent the tables – we’ve even formed a linkshell to keep in touch! Ron by ron, I’ve grown better at the game, and though there remains a vast distance in skill between myself and the best of players, I always look forward to the spirited competition that unfolds when we sit down at the tables.

And so, dear reader, I will end with a simple request: If you’ve not yet played a game of Doman Mahjong, give it a try! It is not for everyone, and certainly it is not the fastest of games, but you might just come to find that you enjoy it as many of us do, and I’m always happy to see a friendly new face!

Fair warning, though: I’m absolutely certain that the damned Moogle mammet is a cheater.

Signed sincerely,
Kyett Corbeau, Mahjong Enthusiast

(prize selection: Bluebird Earring)

Path of the Warrior of Light Itinerary

5

To round out our trip to the Azim Steppe, we will head back to Reunion and climb on top of the hill overlooking the village. This hill may initially seem unremarkable after the other sightseeing spots on our path, but it is a very important one in the adventurers of the Warrior of Light. When asked where her favorite location is, Kaki Persimmon always replied that she loved this cliff overlooking Reunion for its view. Initially introduced to her by Lord Hien, this nameless perch gives a high vantage point from which to take in the vastness of the Steppe. She has stated that before the fateful Naadam that secured the military alliance between Doma and the Xaela, Kaki climbed this hill to clear her mind, and she has been enamored of the Steppe ever since. It gave her a moment of reprieve from the succession of battle after battle, and it taught her the value of taking time for herself. She frequents this spot from time to time, so with luck we might even be able to meet her there.

When we arrive, you will see the same view that the Warrior of Light did during her adventures. We will stop to allow everyone to eat as you gaze upon the natural beauty of the Azim Steppe, and hopefully you will experience the same feelings as Kaki Persimmon did all those years ago. After finishing our meal, we will leave the Steppe and continue following the path of the Warrior of Light to Doma Castle, where the Doman and Garlean forces clashed over control of the continent.


©Doman Center for Cultural Exchange

(Chosen Prize: Noble Barding)

Sun and Stars

It's the big things you're supposed to recall first, isn't it? The victories and losses. The great quests. The books of history aren't filled with the quiet comforts of home. Our legacies are filled with our great deeds. People will remember me by my skill as a warrior and teacher. They'll remember the adventures I took them on when they first began. Perhaps my greatest failures, too.

These aren't the things I remember.
I remember the Moonfire Faire.

The happy sounds of faire-goers are behind me. Someone fell from the puzzle again, and their friends laugh. A frustrated shout rings through the night air, but the joy soon drowns it out again. Ahead, the fireworks flash brilliantly in a flurry of bold colours - any shade you can dream of. The skies above glitter with stars, but none can compare to the star before me.

She shines as she dances, moving with a grace my sword will never match. A true vision of heaven, she spins in a flutter of brilliance and blue. She became a dancer not long ago, but she moves as if she's done it all her life. As if she was born for it. As I think this, her stunning white hair flashes across her face to reveal a smile as bright as the sun. She's the moon in my night sky. The thing I see when all else is dark. The constant among an ever-changing universe.

She's trying to leap her way across the small ocean gap and land on the quiet boat nearby. Someone taught her how, she says, and when she succeeds, she tells me how to follow. It takes a try or two, but soon it's just us - alone on the only quiet place in Costa del Sol.

This is the moment I remember, both before and after the battles.
This is my most treasured memory.
This is the experience that gives my life meaning, no matter where I fall or fail.

This is my night shining with the brightest star in all of Eorzea.

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(Bluebird Earrings)

I love this city, the bustling streets, the common adventure bartering with merchants as the jingle of bags heavy with Gil. How I admire the livelihood of that of the Hawker’s Alley. Selling the last of my wares, I packed up my belongings and set towards a chocobo porter. As I admired the scenery in the back of the carriage making my way back to the Mist, I couldn't help but reminisce of years past.

Those were the days, an adventurer running from one job to the next, living day to day, never knowing where the next job it may lead. However; after so many years traveling upon this land, I needed a break from gruesome battles to heal my weary body and soul. Perhaps the twelve heard my pleas or just brought upon by fate, I chance met a traveling merchant who’s wheel got stuck in the mud one stormy night.

After helping push the cart out of the muck, the merchant was so thankful that he wanted to compensate me for all his trouble. I explained that it was no need and just happened to cross paths towards the nearest tavern. To his surprise that was the very destination the merchant was heading and offered to buy drinks as thanks. Several rounds later we were having a merry time talking the night away. Through his slurry speech, he kept thanking me over and over again and how if he left his merchandise in the middle of the night all of his profits he made a fortnight ago would have set him back. As the night went on, the conversation took an unusual turn. He commented on my build, the thick calluses on my hands and thought my profession was that of an armorer. I laughed at his deduction and corrected him by stating I was just a simply adventurer doing odd jobs here and there. Then with an off handed remark, he would ask a question that would unsettle me and leave me laying awake in my bed. “Why not be an armorer?” The question would haunt me.

But one day, upon my travels I found my feet carried me to Limsa Lominsa where I decided it could only be fate. The next morning, I become an Armorer. Sufficed to say the profession I chose was long and bore its own hardships. I made several mistakes and destroyed my very own creation both from frustration and necessity to become what I am today. I will never forget the joy when I made my first set of armor and branded it with my symbol. The pride as I sold my first creation to a random adventurer who will one day become a famous warrior, maybe even the warrior of light... I was content in selling my goods, no longer in need to find employment from others or worrying about what the future would bring. I am truly happy on what I have become. Even though I traded my sword for a hammer, I am far more satisfied selling my armors and having bright new adventurers wearing what I made with my own two hands.

The Adventurers Steady Hammer

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Prize: Ahriman Choker

We delved as two, a stubborn and, looking back, foolish decision when four was recommended.

'Palace of the Dead' proved an apt name, for all the suffering and, yes, death encountered as we braved its depths together, struggling against roaming foes and voidsent that bombarded us with their dark sorceries.

Through crystalline paths of golden and silver, through legions of undead, we bloodied our blades and had our attire bloodied in turn.

O'er and o'er and o'er we fell to the unending hordes of death, and each time we began anew, progressing down nigh a hundred floors. We learned trust, we learned communication, we learned understanding and, most importantly, patience and at last -

At long last -

We reached the end of the world.

Unable to bear the weight of time, the walls slip away likes flecks of age-old paints, falling through endless nothinginess like the gentlest flakes of snow. A sky of endless white, a labyrinth of hostile grey utterly lifeless, a void of light in all but name.

How aught can exist in this land of death will e'er remain a mystery.

With hearts pounding in our chests, we took our first cautious steps.

One fatal mistake is all that is necessary to fall in these depths, no matter the strength of equipped aetherpool - a single lapse of concentration, any delay in heeding enemy warnings.

And fall we do.

O'er and o'er and o'er.

But in this, the Palace of lost souls, the white void of death is endlessly patient, observing and waiting for when ‘twill inevitably claim its next victims -

And not e'en the most trusting, patient, skilled Warriors bear clarity unending.

To this day, the Shroud's visitors whisper of the lost Warriors and their arduous conflict; ours is a continuous journey, in which trust is tested, communication falters, understanding reaches its limits, and patience frays.

And we, as two, would have it no other way.

(Holy Emmerololth; Gaelicap)

“A heart bleeds, a man weeps, a soul burns. Thence comes the darkness, to consume. Yet even in the depths the flame endures. Submit to the flame and harness the abyss.”

It has been quite some time since we have spoken, has it not? Do you remember the day you found me in a crumpled heap being thrown into the Brume? When you placed your hand on my cold flesh and pondered if this were the only fate that awaited one who stands their ground; who defends the meek and punishes the wicked. From that moment on, all I wanted you to do was simply open your eyes to our truth.

Through our various Communions where we nurtured that swirling and wild darkness within. You could feel our pain, our fear, and most of all our rage begin to bubble, boil, and overflow, could you not? Remember my words.. those who have never risked their lives do not hesitate to send others to their death. They know nothing of sacrifice.

Remember when we battled one another in Whitebrim Front? What a magnificent sight it must have been for all that witnessed, you flailing about trying to subdue a foe that none could see! But by then you knew our truth. The chorus of voices that cry out for a hero, and we always answered. But the weight became too much, the burden of saving so many has festered long enough. They bore witness to what lies beneath the mask.

A house divided could not stand.. and those who consort with the darkness are never truly whole. There will ever be a part of us yearning to be free— and free I became. Surely the surprise on your face as I emerged was quickly replaced with an understanding of what needed to be done. Only one of us may be the King of our soul, and as our blades collided quickly you reclaimed your vessel.

And now look at your feats since that day; Savior of Ishgard. Liberator of Doma and Ala Mhigo. Truly you have taken my lessons in stride and continue to embrace and strengthen your flame that burns bright enough your comrades may bask in its warmth and protection. Your control of the abyss contained within has progressed further than any of our ilk.

Where will you go now, Warrior of Light? Where will your strength be needed next? Perhaps to save more tortured and desolate souls from a fate worse than death. Or maybe even another star where that power over the Darkside of oneself will be like a beacon to restore the balance? No matter the case, let them feel the agony you have endured, show them the malice with which we greet our enemies.

Regardless of your path, I am sure the Dark Arts will continue to guide you. That is how we are. The acceptance of not being able to save everyone has allowed you to continue moving forward, but never forget every once in a while to remember your origins and reminisce on where it all started. Remember those that we lost, and those that we must fight to protect.

Just know I will always be here, waiting beneath the surface waiting for my chance to take the reins.

Esteem

(Noble Barding)

When I first started playing Final Fantasy XIV in the lull between A Realm Reborn story finishing and everyone anticipating Heavensward, I had only a single friend to play with. He enjoyed the game a lot and convinced me to give MMOs another try after an abysmal experience with a different one.

I did fine with everything until my first dungeon. I didn’t know whether to use the Duty Finder or Party Finder so I ended up using the latter. An honest newcomer mistake! I still laugh to think about the lonely little Miqo’te I used to be looking for a party in-game by the entrance of Sastasha. The person who joined my party informed me that the Duty Finder would be easier, but that he would be more than happy to help me run it. We started talking and after the dungeon, he invited me to join his free company.

I accepted. Everyone I met there was more friendly and kind than I could have anticipated. It was the complete opposite of my experience with MMOs prior where no one seemed to have the time to help low-level newcomers.

Over the next four years, I lived overseas in both China and Japan. One of the only consistent comforts I had was Final Fantasy XIV and the friends I'd begun to make there. I still remember syncing up for the launch of Stormblood and how that helped me feel a little less alone so far from home.

One of my best friends during that time stayed up late nights and that was my evenings in Japan when I came home from work so we talked a lot. One day, he told me about how he was moving and was looking for someone to help share the costs. I asked when and the time lined up with when my contract in Japan would be complete. It would be not only moving from Japan back to America but from Arizona to New York.

Considering I’m writing this from my room in our apartment in New York, I obviously took him up on it. We all moved in during early June and were able to experience the launch of Shadowbringers a few weeks later together in person. We all woke up at five in the morning to play together right at launch.

I honestly had never imagined this game would shape my life in such impactful ways. It’s always been a solace I can return to when things get rough. Over the last year and during the move back to America, I experienced a lot of social drama and stress that I’m still recovering from. Yet, when I play XIV, I always feel welcomed and loved by the community and my friends there.

While it isn't always amazing or great, overall the way this game has helped me and connected me with others has been amazing. I’ve also come a long way from a tiny, frightened Miqo’te to a large, confident Roegadyn woman who can hold her own. I’m still so glad I gave it a try all those years ago and here’s to hoping I have several more years with it to come.

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(Bluebird Earring)

To you,

Adventures are full of meetings and partings. For each hello we give a piece of ourselves. For each parting we lose that piece forever. There is no way of knowing which hello will end in goodbye. We can but try.

To those at the beginning, don't be afraid. You will meet and part with so many but you will become stronger for it. Both the good and the bad will teach you. No matter how much it might hurt in the moment you will overcome it. Be kind, be gentle, be grateful. Never lose the hope you felt when you first stepped foot upon Eorzea's soil.

To those at the end, know that there will always be someone who thinks of you. For whatever your reasoning for ending your journey there will be someone you met along the way who will never forget you. They will speak of you. They will tell stories of your kindness, of your humor, of your strength and of your knowledge. They will have become better because they met you. Leave with the knowledge in your heart that no matter the pain you endured you gave someone else the hope to carry on.

To those with hearts scarred from so many goodbyes, let your sorrow lift you higher than ever before. Don't let the bitterness and the hurt defeat you. Let this pain make you kinder, more patient, and more willing to reach out your hand to those in need. Take your time to heal but never give up. There will be other hellos.

My life has only a precious few summers left but I look back upon it with no regrets. I would have never been the person I became without my experiences and I am grateful to every friend and enemy for it. I hope that you enjoy a similar peace of mind near the end of your days.

Stay strong and true. You'll be all right.

Signed,
An old adventurer

(Prize request: Bluebird Earrings)

It’s easy to feel alone among all these people, isn’t it? Well, maybe not for whoever finds this! But…

We see countless individuals as we go through our journey, yet how often do we breathe a word to them? Or, if we do, how often are they complaints? It’s easy to get wrapped up in ourselves. Easy to forget some adventurers may be striking it out on their own.

Sometimes by choice, sometimes not.

A few kind words, a tiny conversation, can be all it takes to brighten someone’s day, to let them know they have allies to call upon should the need arrive.

So often do we forget there’s more to adventuring than chasing down the next foe. Who knows what possibilities that soul aiding your endeavor to topple the master of some dark place holds? Hidden away in plain sight, a whole community of adventurers who enjoy conversing for its own sake during the downtime, building friendships.

A possible key to opportunities to find that missing something. Or be found. A tiny conversation struck, coaxing someone out. A vast world opened. A ceremony of eternal bonding. It won’t happen for everyone, sad as it is to say. But if you never try, how will you ever know?

And by chance should they depart, aren’t we better for it in the end?

I’ll never stop trying to share that joy, never stop trying to brighten someone’s journey. It’s what they would have wanted, would have done.

Won’t you do the same?

Yours in friendship,
A Weathered Wanderer.

(Scarf of Wondrous Wit)

Greetings fellow adventurers,

We all are aware of the warriors of light, heroes and adventurers who risk all to protect the people of Eorzea. While each world has a warrior of light, Hyperion has two. They are two halves of the same crystal shard, Miqo’te twins birthed to share a journey together. Sinestra Domini and Dextera Domini began their journey before the calamity and have endured the challenges of primals, Ascians, and monsters alike to bring balance and peace to the realms.

The most significant adventure these two have undertaken was their ceremony of eternal bonding. On January 24th 2015 Sinestra and Dextera were married in the Ivory Chapel in front of friends and family. Each prepared their own vow. Sinestra’s is below.

I will be Dextera’s sword.
I will be at Dextera’s side, defending her from harm’s edge, and repelling her foes, always.

Since that day, these two adventurers have weathered many challenges and also shared great joy. They formed a free company named Unity to give a home to friends and family and provide a safe haven for all. What is to come in the future is unknown, but what is for certain is that they will be at each other’s side for always.

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Sinestra Domini
Hyperion Server
Bluebird Earring (To match Dextera. <3)

To whomever this letter finds, pray glance upon my words for just a moment.
Years, it has been, since I had set out on my journey. The inexperienced young soul that I was, I took jobs where I could, whether they be fetch quests or hunting jobs I snatched up every opportunity. The Gil was decent, but I craved adventure, traveling, meeting new people. Made some friends along the way. Some went, others stayed by my side of which I am grateful. The more I ventured, the more I knew of the world and its people, and the deeper I seemed to get into deep shit, if you'll pardon my language. From fending off Ixali soldiers to protect Everschade, to crippling the Garlean Empire, to help push on a rebellion, to traveling through time and space itself to another world entirely- my life has been all but dull. And yet…
All that I have done, all that I have accomplished seems to barely hold a candle in comparison to what had transpired but a month ago. I'll spare you most of the details, reader, and tell you in short as best I can: risking life and limb, my companions and I fought to protect this strange world from an infectious Light that threatened to kill all that it touched. It was believed that I was the only one to banish the Light and save the realm, however this was not so. With my life hanging by a thread, a dear friend attempted to take on my deadly burden of Light. Yet, while he did so, he was shot down and taken from us by a twisted, ancient soul, Emet-Selch, an Ascian. At the depths of the Tempest ocean, he had gone into hiding. The Ascian city of old that laid dormant on the seabed acted as his hideaway. By this point, the Ascian knew that nothing would stop me from saving my friend. And so, a battle ensued. He showed me visions of his past, a doomsday event that shook their world, breaking it into several pieces before proceeding to face me head on. Oh, what a mighty battle it was. One that I shall never forget. As we clashed, I could feel the world shake and hear the heavens sing. However, without the help of a ghostly Warrior of the past, I surely would have fallen. That Warrior somehow dispelled the plaguing Light that had grown within me, and gave me the strength to tear down Emet-Selch once and for all. Hand in hand, we dealt the final blow together. But nothing has filled my heart with such joy as to what I saw next.
The friend that the Ascian had taken, stood alive. Wounded, but alive. That moment triumphs over every achievement gained and tribulation endured. Those that have traveled and fought as I have, know too well the pain of losing those close to you. Seeing him well enough and breathing is, by far, the best moment of all of my adventures. Knowing that he yet lives is enough to put my soul at ease. If you have made it this far into my letter, I thank you, kind reader, for taking the time to do so. Mayhaps we shall meet some day.

Until then,
A weary, but thankful adventurer.
(Prize:Gaelicap)

I’m not much of a writer, but with all that’s happened, this long journey I’ve been on, might be worth it to put a few words down. Seems fitting to do it here, beneath a garden I helped plant, behind walls I helped build. Doma may not be my home, but I find peace in seeing it flourish once more all the same. The Enclave has thrived since we started, and nothing beats seeing markets and buildings where there were once ruins, seeing joy where there was once fear. I don’t think I’ll ever forget when we finished, the smiles, the tears, it reminded me of why I started this journey. Helping people, to rebuild, to be free, Ala Mhigo, Doma, the people of Eorzea and far beyond, that is where I find my greatest pride. All I ever wanted to do was help people, and I have, but when the fighting gets to be too much, it's nice to sit down and make something. I’ve always been most comfortable with a saw in one hand and a hammer in the other, making things, things that will linger long after I’m gone. In the end I suppose that’s all I’m doing, and will continue to do, making sure there’s a future out there, one crafted from the ties of camaraderie as much as wood and stone.

No matter how long, or dark, or bright this journey gets, I will continue to look to the horizon. For those we have lost, for those we can yet save.

I wonder what I might build next.

With all the hope I can give,
A simple carpenter.

(Chosen Prize: Bluebird Earring)

It wasn’t until much later that I realized how low things were for me about two years ago. Times were rough, but when aren’t they? A good friend of mine told me to speak to Wymond in Ul’dah, about a lead on a young lady needing assistance. So my friend and I went to the lichyard in Thanalan, where this young woman was mourning her lost colleague, but determined to carry on his work.

This was an uncommon venture from the start, the Echo showing events from the girl’s past--and a hint her colleague may still be alive. So my friend and I went along to investigate the strange undead of the region, until we found their leader--a man not quite dead, as it turned out.

Bombs are no joking matter, yet something about the manic smile that slowly spread on the girl’s face as she drew them out to jog his memory threw me into paroxysms of laughter. I couldn't stop. My friend was giggling because I was laughing; he had known what was coming the entire time.

That was my introduction to Hildibrand Manderville and his...unique way of coming at the world, with inextinguishable optimism and joy. And quite a lot of bumbling and fumbling, across Thanalan and even into La Noscea, my friend and I racing along on their whirlwind ride. I could see why the intrepid reporter and Ishgardian inspector were frustrated and confounded at every turn by Hildibrand’s buffoonery.

Yet, as the stakes suddenly turned from silly to realm-threatening, I noticed something. Along the way, everyone Hildibrand met and interacted with was left...better for the experience. From the wealthy mother and daughter, to the struggling Coliseum fighter, to the heiress taking charge of her own life; even the Ishgardian inspector, and the villains of the story.

And I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time, or felt such simple joy in a “side story” after all the drama of main events--or my personal life. I’m not sure my friend knew how much I needed to meet Hildibrand; I didn’t realize it myself at the time. I’m grateful now for the introduction, though.

Now we seek seek out the inspector whenever we go to a new place, eagerly awaiting the next step in the current investigation. Noting who is left better for the experience of just being helped by a kind, goofy fool of a man, and the healing laughter that follows in his wake (after the sighs of frustration and disbelief).

Until we meet again, Inspector. I’m sure you’ll be along when we need you.

(Selection: Noble Barding)

This story is told from the scatter brained Dexy cat's point of view, reading "squirrel" in a high pitch voice.

Eorzea's Limsa Lominsa is the Grand Company home of Dextera and Sinestra Domini with lots of pirate treasure and plenty of fish to eat, a miqo'te can get a lot of cat naps here with waves that lull you to sleep.

I am Dextera Domini (squirrel) who studied Culinarian to 50 first, with a side job of Paladin at 30. Sinestra Domini took all her main jobs to 50... Sin's time management is amazing!

Sin is my miqo'te twin, that is addicted to fantasia potions, and I can't keep up with Sin's addiction to potions. I recognize every form Sinestra becomes. Sin loves to do crazy things like max rank in all Grand Companies so she can choose which nation as she pleases. (When doing so remember to spend all your GC seals before changing Companies.)

Dex liked to dress up her Paladin like a Culinarian with a knife and cutting board, dicing up her foes.

Sin always teases Dexy, to make her make her laugh and get embarrassed, then an imaginary (squirrel) pan appears, and /em bops Sinestra Domini on the head!

In the early days of A Realm Reborn, while everyone was doing their quests to be the best at their main jobs. Here I am, at the Culinarian guild, taking my (squirrely) time to level up my craft. A nice player in my FC gave me all the food they horded from the past, and they were happy to give it to someone who could use it. I was so thankful!

There was one ingredient I was never able to use. This ingredient looked extremely plump, but there was no way to cook it. I scoured the libraries for answers, nothing. What makes this mystery meat so interesting that I can't cook it?!

I wanted to cook a Pudgy Puk.


Stay tuned for next time, Dexy rushes to a treasure chest and opens it... with her CUL crafting job?!



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Name: Dextera Domini
Server: Hyperion
Prize: Gaelicap

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My mentor, my friend:

Do you remember the day we rid the world of King Thordan and his horrendous Knights of the Round?

I do. In fact, I remember what happened so well that there are days where I find myself throwing the codex and soul crystal I own against my chamber walls. I recall the sharp pains against my legs from Charibert’s fire and ice, as well as the bloody bruises and black eyes our fellow Tanks sustained from Adelphel and Janlenoux. I remember I was often slow to cast the barriers on our team, and I often felt that we failed so often because of me.

It was because of these shortcomings of mine, that I felt the need to abandon our friends in order to walk my own path to grow stronger. I challenged his kin again and again, each time with different adventurers that had come from different walks of life. I had to remind myself to stand tall. Cast Adloquium when the time was right. Command Eos and Selene to work their magic. I always shook when I had to pluck my teammates from certain death. I had to stop Zephirin’s spears, I had to mitigate Thordan’s swings. I had to do this, because I felt that if I did not I couldn’t prove my worth and bring myself to face you again.

… And yet, I got carried away. I was overzealous. All of these adventurers fell, and – unfortunately – it was all my fault.

When I ran home crying to you, I was so afraid that you wouldn’t take me with you again. Yet, you were not bothered. You simply grabbed my hand, picked me up off the floor, and took me to where our entire team stood. You treated me with such kindness, and gave me so many words of encouragement that I couldn’t help but face the tyrannical king with you guys again.

You gave me so much strength, that I felt like all the healing that I had ever learned how to do simply clicked. Sure some of our teammates were reckless, but I wasn’t afraid anymore. I tapped on their shoulder, I brought them back onto their feet, and – with a lot of struggle – we were able to take down those fiends!

We each came home with some of the Helm Fragments from the Heavens’ Ward. I was the only one who came home in tears, though.

Haha.

…

My precious friend, please know that – despite all odds – the day we took them down was one of the best days of my life. You showed me that I have the strength and will to do anything. You taught me that I can really do anything if I set my mind to it.

Let us continue this journey through Eorzea together, and see where each new day takes us.

Thank you so much for everything.

Your loving protégé and free company leader,
Datura Altugle

Name: Datura Altugle
Server: Gilgamesh
Prize: Gaelicap

"If you tell me what to do again, I'm going to take your head off."

"What, when you're lying flat on the ground? Just-" The two girls bickered back and forth, bright white surrounding them. One kneeling down, one still standing tall. The healer and bard could only look on in boredom, staring between the two. The quest for the top was hard...

Speaking of the top, the purple haired caster finally spoke up. "You two know we're almost at the top right? Can you get into it once we actually make it before I have to pick one of you up cause you're so distracted."

Aiess could only snort, her raven haired locks bouncing as she wiped some sweat from her brow. Giving one last withering at her friend, she let out a laugh before extending her hand. The dark highlander gave one glance at it before grabbing hold tight, tugging her up to her feet.

This is what friendship was about for her. The struggle, the will to survive. But more importantly, fighting next to someone she trusted. Someone she enjoyed. Fluffy ears flickered back and forth, remember fondly of her their laughs, their struggles. The feeling of a blade in her hand as she echo ran across the white flooring, her feet echoing across the halls. No doubt many warriors has tried their hand at reaching the heaven's, but only a few could. In the end, that's what the Miqote needed the most. Her friends with her, four sets of feet hitting the barrier of light.

When she came too, the vast horizon greeted her sight, blue and green eyes scanning the clouds. With a laugh, she roughly clapped her hand against the poor Auri girls back, nearly sending her tumbling to the ground. Luckily, the Mocha skinned healer caught her just in time. And by caught, she meant the two were sent tumbling to the ground, angry snarls and meows of frustration filling the air. It reminded her of the time all four of them had peeked their head around a corner, trying to decide how to sneak past some monsters...

Laughing softly, she let her third friend help them up, heading for the dais in the back. "Another hard filled journey huh...I just wish you were still with me instead." Pulling out her shield from behind her back, she hefted it up. Silver flashed in the sun, her bare hand trashing over ornate design. Very nearly the same that had saved her life before. Looking up, she could almost feel the Ishgardian standing tall next to her, a smile on his face. He was there for her when she needed him the most...and she'd never let him down again, even if he wasn't here any longer. This was his world too.

"Because that's what makes life worth living, isn't it? It's not about the where we go, what we do...it's those who come along the way. Living for those who come after...And those we'll still meet. So come on you three! Where to next!?" Aiess turned around, smiling broadly at her three companions. Cause what would the Warrior of light be without those she wished to protect?

(Thanks for checking my post out! Gaelicap Please.)

The sun was setting behind me, sinking between the masts of moored ships before disappearing behind the distant islands.

Lampposts slowly came to life as the daylight faded, illuminating the city streets of Limsa Lominsa and the surrounding docks. The crowds had dissipated, if only slightly. The clamoring of merchants and buyers still rang out from Hawker’s Alley, while people passed in their comings and goings through the plaza by the bench where I sat. A bard performed an evening song across the way.

It was only myself and a few others on the bench, and I think someone had fallen asleep in the grass behind us. Adventurers like me, by the looks of them. We sat quietly for a time, soaking in the bard’s music and the white noise of the small crowds while the stress from the day left our bodies.

It was almost an hour after sunset when one of the others first spoke. He began to tell a story, unbidden but not unwelcome. It was a story of an adventurer, named Angel for her feathered wings. Her only companion was her dog, and she held a vendetta against a vampire. It was an odd story.

The others and I listened quietly for the most part, while the storyteller recounted many of her adventures. A culinarian passed by after a few hours, selling a variety of piping-hot dishes. I bought a baked sole, which pleasantly warmed my belly. The occasional murmuring was exchanged as the story was weaved with twists and turns, and there were a few soft gasps when Angel’s dog was slain. It wasn’t a cheerful story, but not all of them are, I suppose.

The storyteller is finishing his story as I write this in the light of the lamps. The stars are slowly fading in the sky. Angel and her vampire had fought; no victor had emerged. The story’s open ending is coming to its own sort of close. The night crowd’s are slowly replaced by the early morning crowd.

On nights like this, I remember what all of the fighting is for. These simple things... these are the things that make me smile.

Oh, the sun is rising now.

With warm regards,
A Small Adventurer

(Good luck, fellow adventurers! Choice: Gaelicap)

My husband and I started as friends many years ago who met while going on the same adventures. I found his enthusiasm and youthful wonder to be endearing, and he helped me notice the beauty of the world around me. He brought me into his social circles and encouraged me to try new things. I fell in love, and to my surprise he reciprocated. On the twelfth sun of the third astral moon that year, we became a couple, and so started a wonderful chapter in my life.

Across Eorzea we’ve traveled together, defeating fearful monsters and diving into forsaken holes looking for treasure, experience, and adventure. We’ve aided each other, covering the other’s weaknesses, pushing onward to our goals, comforting each other during the losses and frustrations, and picking each other up after a fall. We’ve even learned how to effectively use my scholarly healing skills with his dark tanking techniques.

We decided to join in a permanent bond, so that we could always be together through the highs and lows. On the twelfth sun of the third astral moon this past year, Ourenji Tsurugi and Arta Vallian married in the Sanctum of the Twelve. My husband-to-be wore a handsome white suit and a sheathed white katana at his waist, as he would never be without a blade. (I, however, left my grimoire in the dressing room.) I dressed in a gown of white, with purple roses in my hair and purple, crescent shaped dangling earrings that matched perfectly.

The flowers and tapestries in the chapel were orange, Ourenji’s favorite color (mine is of course purple), and gentle music floated around us during the procession. As we walked down the aisle, with our friends seated on either side smiling and waving, and our Moogle officiant waiting at the end to receive us, I felt a flood of gratitude. I--we--had been so blessed to have each other and many devoted friends to experience our adventures with.

The ceremony was beautiful. Our officiant stumbled over his lines (Moogles, I have noted, are not naturally attentive to detail), but we exchanged rings and, with his ingenuous help, shared a heavenly kiss. The reception was full of dancing and merriment, followed by a race in the Coerthas Central Highlands.

We each drove a Regalia Type-G, a sleek new motorized vehicle by Garlond Ironworks that was all the rage. Our cars plowed through the snowy landscape as each of us rushed to make it first to the Steel Vigil. I don't recall who won, but it hardly mattered. It was a memorable night with people I love.

I am thankful for those who helped our special day be one full of fun, laughter, and friends. Thank you for letting us build memories in this beautiful world.

Sincerely,
Arta Vallian

(P.S. The Ahriman Choker is a lovely wedding gift. Thank you!)

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I remember feeling lost and alone, unsure where my destiny lied. Moments of doubt came flooding to me, and past regrets haunted my every thought. I felt cut off from the path that would guide me to my future.

Then, I was shown the Light. It was breathtaking, and from that moment, I knew this would help guide me back to my path.

It was hard to first to fit in, but over time, I found my place in the world. I truly felt like I belonged. However, there was still Darkness to deal with.

From time to time, doubts would creep up on me, about my abilities and how I can help, and they would overwhelm me, but there have been those who stood by me since the beginning. They guided me, encouraged me, and believed in me, and that has helped me to push through the troubling times. Their strength gives me hope for a brighter tomorrow, and I one day wish to repay all that they have given me. It may take days, weeks, even years, but I will not give up, as they never gave up on me. I will not let them down.

If you are reading this, I would like to thank you for everything, but more importantly, introducing me to something amazing. I will make you proud, I promise.

Sincerely,
A Wanderer

P.S. I have noticed a lot of bluebirds along my travels, and they are simply beautiful creatures. I remember you mentioning you were a well-received goldsmith. If you have the time, would you be able to fashion an Earring to look like a Bluebird. It would mean to world to me, and I will make sure to pay you in full when next we meet.

To see Emet-Selch brought anger to me, but then, it brought confusion. He wanted to seek an alliance between the Asicans and I. He presented the challenge of me being able to take on all the light from the Lightwardens and overcome the power that would come with it. I thought he was mad, but this was something on another level of crazy. He would join us along our journey, keeping an eye on me and my progress. But along the way, I learned quite a bit about Emet-Selch and the other Asians.

It was strange to walk alongside my enemy, to talk, and to make banter with Emet-Selch. My anger turned to confusion, caution, curious, and then excitedness. It was fun to learn about him and his world. I would always seek him our to pester him for more knowledge about his life and memories. I was always excited to hear more about him and grew to enjoy his company. Honestly, I wanted him to continue to be by our side until the end. But I knew our journey together would end by my hands.

Reality reminded me that Emet-Selch still needed to be stopped. He would end us all to bring back the life he once lived and was suffering more than any of us could understand. I hated the thought, I wanted to learn more about Emet-Selch, about his life, the way his world functioned, what his duty was, there were so many questions left unanswered. And I do not think I will ever get the chance to get those questions answered again. To have to end the life of such a great man brought me to tears many, many times.

Our lives are both equal in our own eyes, yet only one world could survive. We have both lost so much, himself more so than I, but I wanted to preserve what he had given us. Preserve the knowledge that there was an amazing, beautiful, perfect world before us. Preserve the lives of those who once were in Emet-Selch world. Preserve the memories that he had and to share all of it with the world.

Remember… remember us… remember… that we once lived.

I will remember you Emet-Selch. I will remember our journey together, the laughs we had, the knowledge you have given me. I will remember you until the day I can no longer fight anymore. And when that day comes, I will share your story. I will not be the only one who remembers you.

I did not get the chance to tell you before but thank you for the compliment – as odd as it was – thank you for everything.

(I would like the Mandragora Choker, please and thank you.)

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Kanzashi had been waiting in the Quicksand for ten minutes. She set down her now emptied cup of juice next to the two others. She looked around the room for any sign of Rohubu, but was not able to see him.

“Waiting long?” asked Rohubu as he walked up to the table. Kanzashi’s ears perked up as she turned to face her friend. She immediately looked away as she tried to stifle her laugh. “What are you wearing?”
Rohubu was covered in steel. The head, shoulders, and arms were all connected together and was a dark green color. “You like it?” Kanzashi was now laughing openly, much to the surprise of the other patrons. “You look like a turtle!”
“Wait, don’t tell me the armor is green!” Defeated, Rohubu took off the armor and sat down at the table. “Had I known I probably wouldn’t have bought it.”
“Let me guess, it was on sale?” Kanzashi had a mischievous smirk on her face.
“How was I supposed to know? I’m colorblind.” Rohubu’s ears drooped to match the frown on his face.

A waitress placed a new cup on the table. “Here’s another juice. Can I get you anything, sir?”
“I’ll just have an ale,” Rohubu muttered.
The waitress gave a slight bow. “By the way, I thought the armor was lovely. It matches your hair.”.

“Uhh, Hubu? You alright? Your face is pale.”
“Be honest. Is my hair green?”
“Of course it is.” Rohubu’s face slammed into the table with a loud ‘thump’. “How hard is it to find a Fantasia again?”
“The elixir that lets you change who you are? You’re going to use something that rare and powerful to change your hair dye?”
“YES!” Rohubu slammed the table so hard that the empty cups fell off. Realizing he had caused another commotion, he apologized and paid a few extra gil for the trouble.

Kanzashi took a long sip of her juice. “You said you had something to tell me.”
“Oh, right. You’re looking at the newest gladiator!”
“A class change, then. I thought you liked lancer?”
“I did,” Rohubu nodded. “But I felt like I was always missing something. When I put on the shield it all started making since. I need to be looking down the face of death. That’s where I truly feel alive.” Rohubu wanted to throw his fist into the air, but decided better after the trouble he had made.

“I see.” Kanzashi smiled as she finished her cup. “That means you’ll be on the front lines, you know. Looks like it's up to me to keep you in one piece. Please keep me safe.”
“You keep me alive, tree hugger.” Kanzashi’s face grew red with anger, much to Rohubu’s amusement. “I’m not a tree-hugger! You don’t even understand what conjury is, do you?!?” Rohubu’s roaring laughter echoed through the tavern as he ignored the lady bunny’s angry protests.

(If I had the honor of being chosen, I would like the Ahriman Choker. Thank you for your consideration)

Hello, Friend,

As a bard, I am well versed in recounting stories through my life or stories of old. How many great feats I have witnessed and countless deaths which still haunt me to my dreams. Victories I will cherish and loses I will carry to the grave. It is rather strange when I recount my adventures, the one that dances a smile to my face is not one of a great victory against a large and fierce foe. It's not when I was bonded to my wife or to my husband. Nor was it the many holiday parties my Free Company has hosted. But in true bard fashion, I will tell you this memory by song.

In the shadow of the Gates of Judgement,
A freezing day upon the Steps of Faith.
Citizens lives were on the line,
A once noble companion turned to a wraith.

A city I have come to call my home,
About to be razed by a man who swore to protect.
Possessed by a being whose rage immeasurable,
The eyes having taken effect.

It was up to me and my friends to save him,
To save the city once more.
But even with all my might,
The task was nothing less than a war.

But in the deepest moment,
When all that we worked for looked lost.
There were two friendly phantoms,
Two dear friends who paid the ultimate cost.

A man who's smile never faded,
A woman who's heart melted from ice,
Took hold of my hands and gave me strength,
So I too wouldn't pay the price.

With all of our might, and all of our hope,
We separated the armor from the eyes.
"Into the abyss!" The Lord Commander shouted.
Down they went, into the depths, never to rise.

One friend still living,
Saved by two who have met the grave.
For those, we have lost,
And for those, we can yet save.
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Let this tale be a lesson, dear friend who has found this message. I've already told the song, I need to stop rhyming now. Ahem, as I was saying. When things seem to look the darkest, there are always friends who will carry you on to the next victory. I will never forget the pain I felt when Haurchefant was murdered. Watching him sacrifice himself for me, and die in Aymeric's arms. But I will never forget his parting words.

"Please, do not look at me so. A smile better suits a hero."

I carry those words with me everywhere I go. As a reminder that people are looking up to me. The Warrior of Light. The Savior of Eorzea and many more titles I have come to brandish. None of them I rightly care for, because those titles are built on the headstones of the fallen. But, to stop now would only put their sacrifices in vain. So, I keep going. I keep fighting. I don't stop and I don't give in. Hundreds and thousands of lives are counting on me, the Warrior of Light and now the Warrior of Darkness.

Sincerely,
Taashiel Tailios
~Sky Singer~

If you find my tale worthy, I would appreciate the Noble Barding.

It’s hard to even begin to tell my story in Final Fantasy XIV, but all great stories must have a beginning and each hero has been humbled by that one experience that has shaped their lives...forever.

There had been so much loss. Ysayle, Haurchefant and now the great wyrm, Hraesvelgr lay before me as the dragon Nidhogg towered over his body. This was it. These were the final steps that I needed to take, the final steps of faith…faith that Hraesvelgr held in this lone Dragoon. For in all his sorrow, he saw in me the light and a hope that maybe, just maybe I had the strength to reunite the worlds of man and dragon.

Before me, the eye of Hraesvelgr bid me step forward, to claim it. Seeing the deception of Hraesvelgr Nidhogg let out a cry of rage as he made his way to me. But as he began his advance, a faint song echoed on in the distance, one that had been lost in the minds of men, but now had never been so clear; the Dragonsong.

Lance in hand, my senses heightened, I leapt to the eye of the great wyrm and as I stepped into its light, this new power, the faith of Hraesvelgr coursed through my every vein as I raised my lance to meet my foe.

I was not alone though. As the Dragonsong had echoed through the distance there awoke the courage of the men and women of Ishgard and I was joined by seven others in this last great stand. This was to be it, this was to be the end of the Dragonsong war and through the faith of the fallen, Hraesvelgr and of the people of Ishgard, we would see it done.

With the seven adventurers at my side I leapt to the great wyrm and the battle ensued. Filled with the life of the dragon my jumps did not miss, my thrusts were true, and I could feel the desperation of the great wyrm as he called to his brethren to attack from the rear. But we were not to be stopped, not when we had come this far, and we drove the 3 great dragons back, only to be met by one of the greatest horrors of my life. My friend, my fellow Dragoon Estinien, his body not his own, now stood deformed in front of me, consumed by Nidhogg’s rage. The shade leapt from hero to hero, dividing us to keep our strength at bay. The shade then turned his eyes to me and leapt with all his might, but I could not falter, not here, and in an instance, I jumped elusively to dodge his attack. Upon landing, I ran towards my enemy, lance drawn, letting the blood of the dragon consume me and let out the powerful Geirskogul attack to finally destroy the shade.

The great wyrm screamed in agony, his form changing for the last time as he began to glow from the fiery hate that consumed him. This was our chance to end this great war and the eight of us stood as one, our faith unfailing and together we let go an attack that took us to the brink of our limits and with the last of my remaining strength I jumped, my lance readied and with all my strength pierced the great wyrm’s heart, finally ending the thousand-year war.

Choice: Gaelicap

Final Fantasy XIV and its world means a lot to many thousands of people, and I stand among them, but that was not always the case. Four years ago, I had succumbed to an aggressive autoimmune disorder, losing the use of my legs as a result, and robbing me of my independence. I was bedridden, weak and frail and struggling to find any joy in my life. On one particularly trying day, I booted up my PS4 out of boredom, and habit. I browsed the PSN store in search of something new and to my surprise, found the free trial for FFXIV. Now at this point, I must admit dear reader, that I wasn’t a FF fan. In fact, I was rather ignorant to the series. Nevertheless I decided I’d try this MMO I had heard so much about in gaming circles. I had no idea what to expect when I pressed that download button and waited to explore the world of Eorzea with bated breath.

It was like a dream. Beautiful to behold, utterly mesmerizing. My little Mi’qote Marauder raced all over Lominsa stunned at the beauty, it’s NPCs and players in their flashy gear and livelier personalities, zooming passed from one quest to the next and for the first time in a long time, I forgot my troubles. I wasn’t a sick woman, unable to walk, struggling to come to terms with my new reality, in a small apartment. I was a Warrior of Light, in a brand new wide world!

After those first few days of adventuring in Eorzea, I found myself actually excited to wake up again, and with FFXIV as my reward, I began my own long journey into physical therapy.

I was inspired by my own WOL to keep going. To not lose hope. To get up and do the very best I could do. Thanks to the care and kindness of utter strangers helping my lil’ sprout in Eorzea into the mighty Tank she is today, and the FFXIV teams love and care for this MMO, in a way these small acts saved my life.

Three years later, nearly two years subbed, I live with two of those kind players who helped me long ago (even finding romantic love in FFIV!)

To me it’s more than just a happy memory. It has become a happy life thanks to this game and it’s community.

So, thank you. All of you.

(if you find my little tale worthy I’d like the gaelicat hat.)

People like to talk about heroes. Especially around the rising.
I wasn’t even born before the calamity hit, to me its just a fairy tale. However, I know a hero.

I was very young when I met her, and I thank the twelve for our chance encounter. Some say she is blessed by light, others say she is a bringer of darkness, but from our first meeting I could see the kindness in her eyes, and later how she fought tooth and nail to help everyone she met, regardless of stature or standing, race or creed. She is all the proof I need to believe in heroes.

But in the beginning things where tough. I had no idea what I was doing, most battles id just dance around, unsure of where to strike. I could barely take down the weakest of foes. Through no small amount of persistence, she showed me how to fight, how strong I could be. Not one to rest on her laurels’ we where always in pursuit of bigger and better challenges.
Through it all she never gave up on me. When I failed, she gave me the encouragement to try again. When things got hard, we stuck it out together. And wherever Oschon took her I was right behind. She would craft me fine gear, and feed me amazing foods. Always kept me looking sharp. She even went out of her way to grow crops just to get me a steady supply of my favorite food, and a beautiful new coat.
All the while our communication has mostly been one sided, for she can’t understand my words. Both a beautiful thing, and a tragic curse is out unspoken bond. If I had all the time in the world, I could never tell her my appreciation. Feeling the wind on my face as we streak through the clouds, oh the sights I’ve seen. Recently however, her desire to help other almost ended her life, and I’ve never felt fear like this before.

My desire to share my feeling have never been so great, to let her know how much she means to me. But the way she looks at me lately… its as if something has happened. The glint in her eyes, the knowing smile, its as if she has gained some understanding of my devotion. Perhaps her recent journey has shed some light on our bond. I can only hope so.

My name is Harakiri, a name bestowed upon me by true hero. Her name is Mitara Reinhart, she is my companion, and the warrior of light

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She has given me so much over the years, its my desire to give her something she has had her eye on for some time, an Ahriman choker.

Athalia stared at the huge mansion that stood in the middle of a large plot in The Mist and sighed deeply. The house was beautiful and decorations outside were spectacular but sadly they weren't the ones she remembered. Some of the fellow residents of the new mansion were talking outside or heading down the trail towards the market board to see what new things they could buy or what things they could sell. Yet, they were also not the same people she remembered spending countless of adventures with, the ones that had helped her when she was just brand new to Ul'dah before she had become the Hero of Light and Darkness.

Her eyes fogged over and she could picture them inside the mansion doing their own silly things as they prepared to take on her very first trials against Garuda, Titan, and Ifrit. They had kindly given her enough strength to defeat them and be able to continue on her story.

A tear had trailed down her cheek when she then felt a presence beside her, veering away from the person she quickly tried to gather herself together. Quietly, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and just like a gentle breeze he spoke, "It's okay, Lia. I miss them too."

Tallesqwer or Tall for short. He had been one of the many familiar faces from those days long past. She knew it was harder for him to be here than it was for her, she had came along way after he had joined their Free Company.

"Yeah, they were some great times. Right, Ed?" Lacey's voice carried from behind Tall as she stood in her usual stance, arms behind her head as she stared up at the mansion. Edward was right beside her already nodding along and giving a thumbs up in Athalia's direction.

"It's the reason we are all together!" he exclaimed gleefully.

Lia couldn't help it as some more tears managed to escape and stain her cheeks but this time in pure happiness. The tall Hyur male in his Paladin armor, the small Miqo'te with her trusty lance at her back, and the smaller Hyur with his carbuncle ready at his side.

"Remember when..."

Those stories would always be fond memories and the best thing about it, is that it lead to her having an amazing group of friends that she considered family. Yes, those lovely memories have a bit of sadness due to the way it all ended but that also helped Athalia grow. It made her want to be more willing to help and reach out to others around her so she could make more everlasting memories.

Athalia spun around with the biggest grin as she thrust her bright, white staff into the air and proclaimed, "It's adventure time!"

More stories to be recorded, more laughter to be shared, and more fun to be had. They ran off to their next quest with no clear knowledge of what laid ahead but knowing they could make it through if they just stuck together.

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[ Hi, I would like the Gaelicap. But hopefully this is good enough to begin with :) ]

Try as we did, but here we were.

Here again at the very beginning. Seven breaths, forty-six yalms and fifty Lalafell-sized steps from Leviathan’s leering heads. Twenty-three if I sprinted. I know because I’ve counted, one too many times.

I groaned.

“What, Alfie?” Some sass-filled voice next to me. Serah Gellar, no doubt. Your local female Mi’qote and self-proclaimed the “most tragic of Ninjas.” “Fight hasn’t even started and you’re already complaining?”

You see, that was the thing. I was the only one who remembered. Each strike, each wound, and each death…fresh upon the mind at first, to fade into a distant memory mere minutes later. But they were real. Felt real. And I never knew which one would be…well, the one.

Blasted Echo. Never worked when you wanted it to and half the time it did, I ended up no better than a dried-up Namazu on a beach full of hungry direwolves. I mean, bless Hydaelyn and all, but even the Warrior of Light needed a break every now and then.

Had I known my memories would conjure up something as crazy as this two-headed thing, I would have thought twice before agreeing to help Ryne and Thancred’s little adventure.

Too late now.

But let’s be real, Alfendi Ariandel. You would have agreed anyways. Nodding like you always do.

Yeah, yeah…

Though, my eagerness then had not been limited to my desire to help my Scion friends. In fact, I had long been excited to give my adventurer friends a taste of the real fight. Some new, some old, but a worthy experience all the same.

“Don’t you know?” Another voice from behind me. Big Noober, we called this female Hyur, an ironic nickname for someone who’d never take failure sitting down. And they thought the Warrior of Light was an overachiever... “Alfie’s always complaining. It’s what all Lalafells do best.” She smirked, waving the arrow in her hand at me, not unlike an adult offering a lollipop to a child.

“Hey!” Before I could personally refute the insult, the only other Lalafell in the party piped up. “You take that back right now!” Dellatus Halgio, summoner. Sometimes he dropped his book and other times Bahamut appeared just as confused as its owner. But most of the time, he was reliable. Almost as reliable as Kugane’s local Namazu.

“Friends, I think Leviathan is waiting.” And our favourite grey-coated Hrothgar, Kupo Daddy. If Dellatus was reliable, then Kupo was indispensable. If it weren’t for him I’d probably have born witness to many unpleasant deaths. It was no joke, you really had to live on the edge as a tank.

“You’re right.” With a grunt, I lifted the claymore off my back and into my dominant hand. Seven breaths, forty-five yalms, fifty steps… “Here we go!”

Noober’s angry shout accompanied my sprint to start, echoing all the way across the platform. “You little shite!” she screamed. “I wasn’t ready!”

A grin broke across my face. “Too bad!”

Leviathan, Leviathan…

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(Noble Barding.)

I accidentally read 3000 words instead of 3000 characters...

Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn was a year old when I first started playing. A few friends had started playing at the relaunch before losing interest, but they all decided to return for the big anniversary campaign. Among them were some friends that I had barely seen or spoken to since graduating college and suddenly we found ourselves reunited once again in this fantasy realm. With a new rekindled fire of friendship, we quickly formed our Free Company, The Blood Rose Legion, and tackled Eorzea's challenges together. We gained new friends as we grew our ranks and, even though most have since moved on to other FCs, I still consider them some of my closest friends. FFXIV has become so intertwined in our friendship that we call each other by our character names even when hanging out in person, including the friends that I have known in person for years, we finally met a few of our online only friends in person at two of our members' wedding, while sitting at a table named Ultros after our server, and I couldn't imagine not having that same group at my own wedding next year. All because a bunch of distant college friends all happened to decide to come back to Final Fantasy XIV at the same time, dragging me in with them. And I couldn't be happier.

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(Thanks for reading! I would love the Noble Barding if I am picked!)