The "Be My Valentione!" Creative Writing Contest (NA) - OFFICIAL ENTRY THREAD

Dear Estinien Wyrmblood,

Please, for the love of the Twelve, clean your armor. My dear and precious Nidhogg Slayer I truly thank you for killing the dragon (and returning the eye to Hraesvelgr) but it is odd that you keep the wyrm’s blood on you instead of forging another set of armor – yes, I am a dragoon as well and know the pain you will go through. Also, you are very rude to the Moogle’s, I understand that the kupo-ing is annoying and all the cuteness overloads your edgelord senses, but dude, really? Have some respect for the fluffy tribe. Now, with those formalities out of the way, I am writing a letter to you, partially at Alphinaud’s request and partially as my own. Alphinaud’s teaching me how to formally write dinner invitations, after I blotched ink over the last bunch he painfully prepared; and I wanted to do this because Aymeric bet 2,000 gil that I wouldn’t have a Valentione for Valentione’s Day. In a gust of pathetic cowardice not befitting any Warrior of Light, I thought this would be less awkward than sending it to Alisaie – you must admit she’s adorable – and then Alphinaud freaks out because I like his sister. And so, here we are. So, man to man, will you be my Valentione?

I understand, if you don’t, you and Lady Iceheart seem to have a close bond or it could just be me in denial and my feelings for you that of a maiden's love-struck heart. But, in all honesty, you and Iceheart have some real chemistry going on, so I think you have a chance to get her if you get over your ego Mr. I Killed A Dragon.


Clean your gear. Godspeed.

Love,

Shea.

Character: Shea Sahanara
World: Brynhildr
Preferred reward: Noble Barding

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To my dear Hilda,

So long and bitter, these moons have become,
With pale succor in old memories and rum.
Raw beats of mine heavy heart flood my room,
As all my dreams seek the Rose of the Brume.

From the tense misunderstandings as we met,
There is not a prick of thorns I shall regret.
Scant warmth is treasured in Corethas’s frost,
But it’s in your sassy smirking I became lost.

With black leather and a rifle you lead the way,
Embracing the Mongrel, so words hold no sway.
Let the nobles judge the mixture of your birth,
They shall miss the beauty or your sardonic mirth.

A pirate and a scoundrel could’ve let it fall,
But idealistic fools, set out to save them all.
I long not for the trials of Ishgard long past,
Only it’s greatest daughter, loyal to the last.

Oft have my travels taken me far and wide.
Gladly would I trade them to be at your side.
Until the distant sky the Pillars once more loom,
I shall dream evermore of my sweet Rose of the Brume.


Yours forever,

Bremwyda Albynpfefwyb


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Bremwyda Albynpfefwyb
Mateus
Noble Barding

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Dear Alisaie Leveilleur,

When we first met you early in the dawn of my adventuring days, we didn't really interact with each other. Even then I found myself awestruck by your radiant beauty, and would likely have looked quite the fool dazed as I was by you, were it not for the helm I was wearing. And though you parted ways with your brother to follow your own path, fate would conspire to bring us together again.

Since then we have continuously fought together. I can't help but feel we became closer through the trials as comrades. I had been getting tired from constantly having to fight alone, with the exhaustion of daily work. Then when I think of your next meeting I become hopeful and jovial at the thought.

I am hoping you have not already dismissed this letter for some kind of lovesick fool. The way you fight was something I had not seen before, that red magic is it called? Incredible. I think you're one of the few mages who have impressed me. I also find you prepossessing to an extent I did not expect. So much so that I admit my heart to skipping a beat. Though don't let anyone know that for Halone's sake.

I thought that we may meet at my estate should you choose so.I can either cook us a fine meal or have the servants fix something up if you desire.We can spend the day admiring the sights of Shirogane and getting to know each other better. Please let me know if you require me to pick you up from wherever you might be.

I can only hope that this grows into something greater.

I'll be waiting,

Kyran Layarte


Kyran Layarte - Coeurl - Scarf of wonderous wit. I do not care if I win I just wanted to write this letter for Alisaie.

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Dearest Wandering Minstrel,

Long have I stood as your source of song, as your guiding light through the darkest night, but never have I confessed my true feelings toward you. When first we met, the barrage of emotion from your beautiful ballads left me bound in the iron jaws of love for this empyreal traveler. Your refulgent admiration and poetic performance together were a straight shot through my heart.

Oh, how I yearn for your refreshing rhymes in the heat of battle. How invigorating are your pitch perfect paeans, bringing out second winds in desperate times. You are my creative inspiration, the one for whom my heart beats a paeon, the one who quells the raging storm within my soul.

Be not a caustic foe, repelling this love I lay before you. Let down the palisade about your emotions so that I might get to know the beloved bard beneath the mask. The time we spend apart weighs heavily upon my soul, and it is my greatest wish to see this misery’s end. Take my hand, sweet troubadour, and let us dance in our duet of destiny.

With love,

Colette Momichin
Your Heroic Muse and Fellow Bard


Colette Momichin - Lamia
Mandragora Choker

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Dear Aymeric,

I feel lucky to be able to address you so. I can only imagine the amount of ink spent writing out each and every one of your titles. As much as I may enjoy writing them regardless, I know, perhaps better than most, that you may grow weary of them. You wear your titles with bravery and such grace, such unrelenting passion, that I often find myself at a loss for words—a rare occurrence, in my case, as I’m sure you are aware, but such is the ferocity of my affection.

As bizarre the metaphor may sound, you have always helped to carry the weight of my titles, perhaps by simply choosing to regard me as the woman who wears them. Even in the beginning, you treated me as a person first and foremost, and for that alone you are worthy of my undying devotion. You both remind me of and honor my humanity--both my strength and my weakness, and this is a kindness I fear I'll never properly repay.

I know that the titles given to you by the world are heavy, so I would hope to lighten them both in returning that same kindness, and with the titles I give you myself: for you are my light, my clear blue dawn, my inspiration. You are my calm in the storm, my “welcome home,” my Knight Most Heavenly, my dearest friend, my most trusted comrade, and the man I love.

Call me old fashioned, but Valentione’s seemed as good an excuse as ever to lavish you with words, no? Later I most certainly intend to lavish you with wine and confections befitting the holiday, and only the titles of your choice.

Yours, for that is the only title of my own I need sign,

Alyx


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Name: Alyx Vance
World: Adamantoise
Prize requested: Mandragora Choker
Thank you!

Darling Hamon, oh how you Bootshined your way into my life
Unassuming at first, yet like Greased Lightning in the sky
Your true self did shake my emotions
Oh why do I whisper your name so reverently, like a Mantra?

Perhaps the best descriptor for you is the sneaky Opo-Opo
Short in stature, yet cunning and graceful
When we spar your Snap Punch did not only break my face
But broke through my lonely heart, a Rockbreaker

Or maybe it’s because you are rugged and fierce
Like a Raptor
Your visage a True Strike to my heart
Your eyes Twin Snakes; one gaze and I’m in love

How else can I describe you? Perhaps you are a Coeurl on the hunt
Age naught but a number to label you
As sure as the rising sun, the Holyfist Demolishes
Those who oppose him

Sweet Hamon, I swear to walk the path of the Monk
In order to search for everlasting Perfect Balance
Between us

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Rean Schwarzer - Mateus
Noble Barding

Dearest Y'shtola Rhul
I am writing this letter in hopes of something that may be impossible, something that I failed again and again to express through spoken word to one irreplaceable in this world, expressing the love i have felt since i first gazed upon those enchanting teal eyes, framed in a sun kissed face cuter than a newborn chocobo, surrounded by such pure white hair and topped with ears to match.

When we met, in an instant my heart felt like it was bursting from my chest, my words escaped, frightfully I couldn't express anything. When I learned I would have the chance to work along side you, truly i leapt for joy. Working is grand, and yes, I desire more. To be truly by your side, crossing over the boundaries of sun and moon to hold you close to me. Could this be anything but true love?

Now you needn't worry for my performance in the Scions, Of course the mission must come first, but beyond that time, once the world is safe, I hope that we can be together, to build that new world hand in hand. I will do my utmost to gain your attention, my lance to keep you and the rest of the scions safe through our fight. Once all is done, with me or not I will still be happy to have been at your side through it all, though I would wish against all odds, that I could be yours. To hold, to love, to return that love.

Yours always, Tesseria Gamish
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Character: Tesseria Gamish
World: Lamia
Prize requested: Ahriman Choker

To my dearest,
Are you looking down at me here? It is quite lonely down here without you. seeing my comrades with the loved ones that they have. Are you looking down here? I sit reminiscing on all the things we did, the adventures we had down to the way you looked and smiling at me.
That day when I lost you, you told me not to look at you like that, alas I all I could do was gaze upon you in that way. Forgive me, I am not the greatest of words in a letter my dearest, Haurchefant.
Everyone seems so happy these days, living their life in harmony; yet the days that you left me with are all stuck in the past but there has to be one thing that I wish and hope. Haruchefant, I love you, and I will miss you. The world will never be the same without you. I wish I told you this sooner. I wish that you are here that I can tell you this and you possibly accepting my love for you and or rejecting it, but all I can say is that I love you.

I hope you are watching down with love and pride.

Love, Cheri Asipon.
(Cheri Aspion of Malboro. If I win I will like the noble baring please.)

My dearest Lord,
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I appreciate that it's been overlong
since I've last written, and longer still since I've last seen you, but I promise you that I'll be home soon. Be sure to keep the fires warm for me.
I would've forgotten had my sister
not reminded me, but Valentione’s day is fast approaching! And silly though it may be, when I return I would ask you to be my Valentione. Assuming you want to, anyways. I must confess that I'm not exactly used to this sort of thing in relationships, I'm a bit inexperienced in romance in general if I'm being honest. However, I hope that you see that I'm sincere in this gesture.
My sister knows much more about
Western Customs than I, and has been helping me plan this for you, so I do hope you enjoy what we've planned!
At the risk of sounding a bit sappy,
I can't help but think about how you and I met. I was just a simple traveler in lands unfamiliar, and you offered me shelter from the snows. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was immediately captivated by you, and all that you did to make me feel at home. I hope that what I have planned can truly express my feelings towards you! Take care, my dear. Hoping to see you soon!
Your loyal knight,
Kaolan Norreathem

Character Name: Kaolan Norreathem
World: Sargatanas
Prize: Noble Barding

Lord Aymeric,
I wonder if this message will come as a surprise or if you have always known. Thank you for pretending to believe me when I said that toy doll of you was a joke, a gift from Tataru. I can hide the truth no longer.

My love for you burns hotter than the fires of Ifrit. It is purer than flawless crystal. I think of you constantly, and I keep your image with me always. That doll, so silly it may seem to some, but he cheers me on my darkest days, when the cold reaches of Ishgard are ever in my thoughts - and the man who waits there. When will I see you again? Look, even now, the doll raises his little sword, and I imagine your face. I wonder if you think of me too, sometimes, if this letter and this token will mean as much to you as your image means to me.

I am an adventurer and must wander free. You are a Lord and cannot leave. I know this well. But on this Valentione Day I would have you know the truth of my feelings for you. I hope that one day.... But no. It cannot be. I know this.
Now and always
Yours truly
Larana Entievan, Warrior of Light

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Name and world: Larana Entievan Exodus
Gift choice: Chocobo barding

To my darling Hildibrand,

The season of love is upon us once again, my one true Manderville man, and I'm reminded of how we met. Oh, how I was certain that I was to meet my end at the hands and jaws of those terrible zombies! But then I heard it for the first time! Your voice, calling out to me...

Most women would be repelled by the five years' worth of neck dirt built up upon those broad shoulders and the grave stench that you reeked of but not I! I, your randy Roegadyn admirer, was intrigued. Who was this mysterious stranger come to save me and my new friend?

It was you, Hildibrand. And that was only the beginning of my longing for you! It has only grown through all our adventures together from the hot, sultry sands of Ul'dah to the endless skies of Dravania. I hope to see you soon in Kugane, where we will be reunited...

Nashu and I continue to search for you every day. I spend my every waking moment dreaming of when I will see you again and I can hold you in my muscular arms (I'm very chiseled!) while the scent of cherry blossoms surrounds us.

I pray to Menphina you feel the same way about me and you're thinking of me, too. I'll keep you in my thoughts, as always, until we meet again.

With love,
Annmarie

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Written by: Annmarie Daring
World: Excalibur
Prize: Noble Barding

To my dear Ysalye,

When my friends and I were flying to Azys La to face Thordan, I had so many things I wanted to tell you. That the snow reminded me of your hair. The very stars made me think of your eyes. That whenever I faced death you were the one I thought of. At some point, I had fallen in love with you. Did you know? I think you did, or at least that’s what I tell myself.

When we came back, I had an idea. Your dream was to see Ishgard and Dravania at peace with each other, that the Dragonsong war would finally end. When it was all over and peace finally reigned, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go on another little journey. You and I would go some place warmer. We would have a vacation away from all of this. Something in the world would eventually call us back, but for a little while we could tell it to wait. You deserved at least that much.

Hraesvelgr said that you were not a reincarnated Shiva, but so what. You were the strongest woman I ever met. Look at what your actions have accomplished. Nidhogg is gone, the truth revealed and accepted, and the Ishgardians and the dragons are at peace. Things are better and you were one who opened that path.

I miss you.

Love, Jing

Jing Royale
Exodus
Scarf of Wondrous Wit

To my good friend Naago

I hope this letter finds you well. This took me a while to bring myself to take up the courage to write this letter. When we first met I thought not more of you than just a simple messenger for the Scions. But as we fought together on the battlefield you caught my interest with your fervor and passion as you did all you could to help free Ala Mhigo and it's people. As I took my detour into Doma to help free it's people my mind kept wandering back to you hoping you were well and safe. When I returned to Eorzea and Ala Mhigo I quickly went searching for any sign of your safety and full glad I was to see you unharmed in my absence.

After we had finally freed your homeland I was absolutely enchanted by your kindness to others and how much you wanted to help even though your job as a soldier was mostly over. Every week when I hand over supplies to help the resistance and it's allies and families you tell me that I have a heart of gold but you seem to scarce give yourself any credit. You are such an amazing person that would be a blessing to spend a lifetime with. And I was hoping that I could spend mine with you.

With love and materials

Naku Nyame


Naku Nyame of Balmung
Scarf of Wondrous Wit please

Alphinaud,

I think “Valentione’s Day” a bit silly, but at the same time, it’s an opportunity to convey my feelings to the people I care about; one I will gladly take.

I couldn’t really stand you at first. You were incredibly conceited and overbearing. At times, I almost felt like your tool, but I put up with it because I knew we were always trying to do the right thing.

I’m not sure when my feelings towards you changed.

You’ve not afraid to open up to me about your hopes and fears, but you’ve never asked for my pity or praise. When the Crystal Braves turned on the Scions, you took complete responsibility for what happened, even though I was the one who thought Laurentius was deserving of a second chance…

You were quaking in your boots at the mere sight of Garuda, but you still mustered the courage to pry Nidhogg’s eyes off Estinien. I also know you asked Arenvald to help you practice swimming because you were afraid you might hold us back... You’re always trying to better yourself; I admire that about you.

“’Twas you who convinced me the salvation of Eorzea was possible.”
Do you remember saying that? Sometimes, I like to think you bolstered your resolve because of me. I guess that’s kind of arrogant...
You’re important to me, you know? The friendship we’ve built brings me more pride than all my victories combined. I know you still feel guilty about the Braves, and are hesitant to step up as leader again. That’s entirely your choice. But no matter what ends up happening…

I wanted you to know that I’ll follow you anywhere.
One day, I hope you can have as much faith in yourself as I do in you.

Forever your ally,
Creme Brulee

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Written by: Creme Brulee
World: Midgardsormr
Prize: Bluebird Earring

Name: Cyneburg Hayle
World: Mateus
Wanted Item: Noble Barding

My Dearest Admiral,

When I walk upon the decks of Limsa Lominsa I feel a sense of pride. La Noscea, my homeland since I was a wee lass, has been under your rule for as long as I can remember. And yet I find when I look up at those Maelstrom banners, they are not the only things that burn red and passionate. My cheeks flush and my heart beats faster when I think about how you’ve led our nation with such strength and commitment! But these beautiful traits are only belied by one more beauty – your own.

How my heart prays for the Navigator to bring us together one day, to weave our fates and to have me perform a task under your orders, for gladly would I slay one thousand pirates just to hear your powerful commanding voice praising me for my hard work. Aye, to see that I could cause even a smile upon your face would melt me like overheated pudding! Just the thought of you has me setting sail into the sea of dreams, playful thoughts of the two of us together on our own little island, away from the cutthroats and Kobolds, no sea devils to bother us. Just you, I, and the finest ale the Drowning Wench has to offer!

Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn – gods how just the name drives me wild! – I, Cyneburg ‘Hailstorm’ Hayle, possibly unsound of mind due to alcoholic imbibement, do declare that I would serve under your rule happily and gladly. I swear that if you were to take this lowly Highlander as a first mate, or perhaps even second mate, that she will be loyal to you till sea swallows all!

With love,
Cyneburg Hayle

To Estinien Wyrmblood,
My Dearest Dragoon,

Your lance has pierced my heart! Though I am a humble chirurgeon, I hope to fight by your side for times to come. This poem comes from the heart, and I pray my words reach your heart.

My Dragoon,
Be my steel, my sword and shield,
Once you hid your face behind a mask, you now show your steely gaze for all to bask,
Your hair is white and delicate like Coerthan snow, the sight burning my cheeks aglow,
Crimson horns cracked in twain, stained red with the blood of your life’s bane,
A soul searching for peace, who once cried for release,
Now you find yourself wandering free, roaming the sky, stone, and sea,
Stay by my side for eternity!

My heart is forever yours,
Your Beloved Brunhilda

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Name : Brunhilda Liebe
World : Excalibur
Prize : Noble Barding

Dear Flexing Roegadyn Outside My House,

Would that I had endless time, to marvel at your grace
And would that I were moonlight, to cast upon your face
Would that I could waken, at dawn of wicked day
To find you here beside me, and in my warm embrace.

Am I a man with quiv’ring bow, who shoots his arrow far?
Am I the fool with restless heart, who aims for shining star?
I tell myself I must be brave, and show you how I feel
But cowardice has left me here, across from where you are.

I may not have your name, and know you only by your soul
On me your endless show of muscle, has taken up its toll
And though we’ve never met, my dear, I know that it is true
Our love will be without reproach; a diamond born from coal!

Yours eternally,
Sanja Sinai

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Character: Sanja Sinai
World: Mateus
Prize: Bluebird earring!

Dear Haurchefant,

I'll never forget the first time we met, beneath the boughs of the Twelveswood, when you asked me to be your steed. Oh, I'm sure you say that to all the adventurers, but young, naive thing I was, I was shocked! Flabbergasted! Speechless! You disappeared, laughing, and I swore in my fury and shame that I would find you and shove those indelicate words of yours where Azeyma's light doesn't reach.

I don't know why I didn't just punch you when next we met, the Twelve know you deserved it. I'd like to believe I'm above being taken in by charming smiles and dubious lines of flattery, but I never expected to meet with your exuberance and sheer audacity. If it weren't for firsthand experience, I'd think you were all talk, but. Well. I'll let you have this one.

Still, don't think for a moment you're off the hook. Next time, at least learn how to properly romance an adventurer, will you?

Observe:

Haurchefant Greystone, will you join me at Providence Point for a night to remember? With the stars over our heads and the finest sight in all creation spread beneath our feet, we'll raise a glass to those we've lost and those we can yet save, and we'll smile all the smiles for those who no longer can.

That is how you do it. I await your answer.

Yours,
Moonshade

P. S. I have something in my possession you'll be wanting back. It may be a little worn, but a shield with a hole is as good as a heart with a hole, no?

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Name: Moonshade Butterfly
World: Balmung
Prize: Bluebird Earring

On this most auspicious holiday, I am reminded of, ironically, an auspice. For just as those mythical creatures are divided into the raging aramitama and the soothing nigimitama, and the red magic we wield divided into the destructive black and restorative white, so too dwells a duality in love. For every moment of fiery passion, an occasion of gentle affection must balance the scales. And throughout our adventures with Master X’rhun, I feel like we also have struck such a harmony through our teamwork.

Yet now I feel an undeniable urge for something more. If I were to attempt to describe it, it would be as if a magnificent brazier has been set my mind ablaze, scorching my reason and my judgement to ashes, not unlike how Eikons temper their subjects or how Lilith sought to control you. But this is neither here nor there, but something much more benevolent and altogether new to me.

Lately, whenever I have time between my ever expanding list of duties and adventures, I feel compelled to come and spend that time with you sharing my stories, be they of trouble or of triumph. And during these chats I often catch myself attempting to embellish my feats in an attempt to impress you, not unlike a certain minstrel I know. In all my time as an adventurer and Warrior of Light, never before have I so desired to have someone’s admiration and approval.

Yet for all the excitement in my life, I realize now that every moment I spend with you is worth infinitely more to me than any grandiose battle or dangerous dungeon delve. So if you would humor me with a single request on this celebratory day of love, would you be my Valentione?

Your bumbling hero,
Shizuo

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Name: Shizuo Chaosbringer
World: Brynhildr
Desired Prize: Noble Barding

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Dear Unexpectedly Handsome Independent Mender of Mor Dhona,

Chances are good that if you are reading this letter, I am not far off admiring you. First, I must assure you that there is no need to be alarmed: your pillow, which you blamed Wiscard for stealing, has been delicately returned to your bedside after I borrowed it for an evening. Words cannot describe the pleasant sleep I experienced with the scent of your sweaty brow at my nose. Nevertheless, this letter’s purpose is not to waste your time with extraneous details about your missing (but returned) personal effects. My desire is to inform you that I utterly adore you. Every time I see you, I prepare myself for a cardiac arrest. How often do I dream of us walking together, hand in hand, towards Talan’s booth in search for that perfect needle, which you would wield to rescue my purposely-tattered apparel! And oh, what a commotion we would cause if we were to ride together into the sunset on my small (yet large enough to seat two) chocobo!

But, alas. I fear that my love for you could never come to fruition. Despite my best efforts, it does not seem you would speak to me. I do very much wish to know your name. However, I shall be content with admiring you from afar and by savoring the aroma of your manly essence from your bandana. May you be blessed at every step you take.

Captively Yours,
Rana Najjar
Mateus

((Desired Prize:Bluebird Earring))

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Dear Sebastian,
We have been friends ever since the day I saved you from that wretched ogre. Even though I was level 38 at the time and your quest was just a side quest that only offered a mere 10k xp and very little gil, I still decided to save you. The everlasting bond we created will never be broken. I tell you everything "Sebas". Thankfully you only reply with "BAAAA" or "baaa" (yea same word different sounds). My wife would not like the relationship we have together. Shes a keeper but nothing like you my black sheep...
Love,
Ryan

Noble Barding
Ryan Farmz of Exodus

Haurchefant,

I did not think I would have to wrestle with what to call you after all that has happened. Yet, wherever you are, do not think that the lack of endearments means you are any less precious to my heart.

Who else could I love but you, after all.

I know you cannot answer. Same as I know you are not here anymore, nowhere but in my memories and fading warmth. Not fading; I could never forget your smile, and just to make sure it cannot be forgotten, I've tried to share it. But I've been made aware that from a wielder of darkest magics, smiles may not be as reassuring. At least I am not believed to be so lascivious as you were.

I digress. Perhaps in hopes that this will lure you back to be a specter at my side, I write this letter. And if it does not, then simply writing it is... well. We both did miss plenty of chances to say 'I love you'.

Still yours,
-Thiel.

Quote:

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Hah I'm just writing this for the joy of it, cheers!

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I love you Garuda, and I especially love your...

Deep in the valleys of Coerthas
Resides a kind, sweet lass
Whose radiance blooms 'neath the moon
To who even the heavens swoon.

And so, on one afternoon in a quiet room
I confessed my feelings to a friend Whom
Had asked in jest who it was that made melted my gouda,
to which I ejaculated "Garuda!"

My words carried on and on
Which fell fast upon the ears of my neighbors
Who said that my love was wrong!

But screw those unwashed rubes
Because I love you Garuda
And I especially love your boobs.

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Character: Richard Dodgin'
World: Tonberry
Selection of prize: Noble Barding And a 1.0 legacy server

Alisae,

I’ll not be coy, you would chide me for it; I love you.

I’ve been impressed with your strength and independence since we defeated Bahamut. Your handling of the Confederacy showed me a woman, confident and charming, with a wit as sharp as the crystal point reflected in your eyes. Below the Red Sea, we shared a love of the mystic so many forget. However, those didn’t tell me what I felt. It was an everyday moment only you could give me.

The morning before we left Isari for Yanxia, we were practicing our red magic to the tempo of the waves. I was glad of the break from people thanking me for saving them. You set a tree ablaze and I blew it out. We took that as a cue to stop. You sat on the sand and said, “I will relieve you of the next primal for some ginger cookies,” and asked after I sat with you, “Do you have a favorite cookie, Oreo?”

I refused to explain my laughter at the question because I like teasing you. I stopped when a messenger called for us. I felt the man had stolen our moment from me.

After you were hurt, I had to tell myself to let Alphinaud have your bedside. I hid my glances toward your bed during meetings. I let Lyse believe I feared only for your health as we marched away. Now you lie in Rahlger’s Reach, and I sit on the battlements of Porta Praetoria. The keep across the Lochs doesn’t concern me as much as that distance does.

Once the fighting and the pomp of victory are over, I will return to you. Before the world pulls us apart again, could I invite you for tea and a cookie?

Oreo

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Oreo Doublestuff, Brynhildr
The bluebird earring, please.

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My Dearest Anima,

I will never forget the day we met.

Under skies of tumultuous aether, I watched as you took shape beneath hammer swings and flying sparks. I felt your heart resonate with mine as I wrapped my quivering hands about your still-warm hilt, your voice calling out to me...

It feels like it was so long ago. An age of strife, an ocean of blood, ever reaching for the hard won victory. Even as my arms burned from exertion and my breath came in ragged gasps, your presence filled me with determination.

As we stride forward into the next dawn I vow that I will always swing true, and that any foes that stand against us will fall like rain in a storm of heart and steel.

With an unwavering grip,
Altun of the Qerel

(Written by Altun Qerel of Couerl, seeking the Noble Barding)

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My dearest Linu Vali,

I still remember the day I met you, and I’m sure you do as well, for that was the day Nakki Island became Ok’ Gundu Nakki. My life changed on that day, like the gentle rain of spring falling on a parched wasteland of a thousand summers. We have been through so much together since then – we saved your brother and reunited your tribe, did we not? And you came to my aid in Azys La when I needed you, strong as a towering tree, timely as a refreshing breeze on a stagnant day. My heart flutters in my chest like the wings of a newborn hatchling when I see you perform the dance we created together. I can no longer hold back my truest feelings - won’t you be mine? We can while away the seasons cloudfishing and watching Paissa fighting by day, playing Triple Triad and dancing our dance by night. I may be a mere netherling, but I will catch for you the fattest of wamouracampas and comeliest of Korrigans, shield you from the fiercest of thunderstorms and the strongest of the Vundu. I know you have heard of my heroic deeds in lands far away from the Sea of Clouds, and my fame in all Eorzea as the Warrior of Light, but at the end of the day, there is nothing more I want than to be forever by your side, like two bright stars shining together in the night sky.

Forever yours,

Mihli Zhwan

Mihli Zhwan on Gilgamesh
Bluebird Earring

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Raya-O-Senna,

I hope my letter finds you well. Valentione's Day has given me the courage to write what I should have told you ages ago...

Raya-O-Senna, my sweet, you
Are the most beautiful creature in the entire forest.
You stoked the dying coals of my heart and
A white mage's life, you inspired me to seek.
Onward I am able to go, thanks to your warm radiance.
So many times before I have wanted to tell you of your effect on me.
Every time I am near you, I feel it must be obvious.
No one else makes my life worth living.
Now I must know, do you feel it too?
All my love,

Malina Quah

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Malina Quah
Zalera
Noble Barding

X: 29.5., Y: 19.4. North Shroud,

Mm, have I watched you for nearly four years. And while I know the coordinates where you stand, how I wish to know the ones to your heart. While my journeys have taken you far from my sight, there are not enough yalms in Eorzea to distance you from my lalafell heart. A heart tiny in stature but big in true passion. Ah, I remember that day when I first saw you. Your pickle green tunic and mulch brown pants hooked me easier than five lominsan anchovies on a novice fisher’s eager rod. And your navy blue hair frames your perfect face as it complements the depths of your dark blue eyes.

I could only be excited. It was as if all my name-days had came at once.

But my words are not yet done. I remember your concerned countenance as you moved your hand. Your finger pointing as you counted. As I hid but observed you, it took me not so long to overhear why. You were in need of salt and I daresay still are to this day. I can only admire your persistence as you count again and again only to notice that you will be needing more salt.

If only you knew of me and how I regretfully have much to give. My tears run faster than my brethren from a sustenance starved Goobbue. The salt my sweet lacrimosa supplies would be more than enough supplement for your cooking.

So let us meet so I may do more than watch. Let you know my love so that our Xs and Os will coincide closer than they have ever come before.

Loving you from afar,

Xela Vii of Diabolos

Prize: Noble Barding

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Estinien,

It has been some time since we last spoke at Bardam’s Mettle. I pray that you are well. Your arrival was quite unexpected. I have not the words to describe how delighted I was to see you.

I owe you an apology. I was unable to stop myself. My soul screamed with elation as I leapt into your arms. I also must apologize for the dreadful sounds that erupted from my lips. You spoke not a word and though your expression suggested my screeching was grating to your ears, you smiled warmly. I felt as though my heart would burst from my chest. I thank you for humoring me, allowing me that brief moment of closeness instead of dropping me. Full glad I am that you did not berate me for such an unfamiliar and intimate gesture.

These emotions I feel, weigh heavy within my breast. I must confess, since that day on the steppe an aching void has swelled within. Watching you depart was, painful. I could feel my very essence cry out, reaching for you. I wanted to beg you to stay, if only for a fleeting moment longer. I find it quite difficult to put mine thoughts and desires of the heart into prose. Desires that are better left to be spoken in person, rather than confessed to the ink and parchment before me.

I know not when the next opportunity to speak to you will be afforded to me, Estinien. Whatever your thoughts of me may be… know that I keep you always in the front of my mind and in the depths of my heart. Wherever your travels take you, may you keep well, and I pray our paths cross again soon.

A thousand blessings in this world and beyond,
Your Crimson Dragoon,
Akiterra




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Written by: Akiterra Wyrmblood
World Server: Faerie
Item desired: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

Miss K'lyhia,

It has been ages since I last saw you. That fateful day you floated off to follow your dream was the same day you stole my heart.

I remember when we first met. After practicing magic upon some unsightly vermin and examining a cluster of crates you seemed to be attempting to hide and gauge my strength. My skills at magic never truly took hold but you did. The way you spoke and acted touched me. Not quite normal but perfect for you. Your passion for tactics and watching you grow to face your flaws and your fears with such determination was simply amazing. When you posed as the dancer to get aboard Doesmaga’s ship was a brilliant idea utilizing all the tools you had. It also showed me you were much more than just a smart and glowing lass. It took a lot of effort not to toss my book down and draw my axe and solve your problems my way. But, there would’ve been no growth from either of us had I taken that path.

Everytime I see a dancing miqo’te a little part of me hopes she will have your lovely pink hair. Everytime I hear a book snap shut I wonder if you will stride in to tell me how this meeting wasn’t by chance, but by design.

Whenever I draw my axe to defend a group of adventurers from the nightmares that this world has to offer a piece of me wishes it was you by my side. To see your brilliant mind in action once more, to catch a glimpse of your lovely hair caught in the sea breeze. I hope that one day i will get to tell you how i feel face to face.

Your Loving Admirer,
Daniel O’rourke


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Written- Daniel O'rourke
World- Diablos
Item- Scarf of Wondrous Wit

Dearest… no. Not Dearest. That sounds… weird. Not us. Well. Not me.

My love… okay no, that’s definitely you.

Okay. Starting over.


Dear Thancred,

First off – stop laughing. I’m writing this on kamuyback, and I only have the one piece of paper. So just…ignore everything above the greeting. And ignore the handwriting. You try writing while a large blue wolf is flying you through the sky and you’re having to use your thigh as a table while attempting to balance so that you don’t fall off. I’m a monk, not an acrobat. So you just… stop. Laughing.

So. Anyway. I…I don’t know what’s possessing me to write this. You probably already know everything that I’m going to say anyway, and you could probably say it better. It’s strange that we haven’t known each other all that long, jumps through time and amnesia notwithstanding, but you can still read me better than anyone else. I envy you for your ability to always know just what to say or do when I need you to. Other people might tease you for being sappy or corny, but… well, I guess those things are what I find to be charming and endearing about you.

You’ve been with me from the start, since that first meeting in Ul’dah and all the way through the rest. Even when you weren’t there, physically, somehow you’ve still stayed with me. Even five years of not remembering my name or face – I will never not tease you mercilessly for that – wasn’t enough to pull you away.

Even if we aren’t together, Thancred, we walk the same path. We each have our roles to play, and I perform mine knowing that my heart is full of my love for you, and yours holds mine in return.

Yours across time,
Flaire
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Flaire Takira
Excalibur
Noble Barding

To the Ever Dutiful Proprieter of The Quicksand
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My dearest Momodi,

Ever since that first fateful day that I came to Ul'dah, there was something about you that struck me. Your firmness, your smile, your ever unwavering guidance; all of these things and more drew my heart to you. So much has happened since that first day. Even though I don't much care for titles, I'm sure you've heard of the many things I've come to accomplish. But with everything I've done, I've never done them alone. And sadly many have been lost along the way. But I will never forget them, nor will I forget those who remain. Especially you, Momodi. Were it not for your help at the very beginning, none of this would have ever been possible. I'd just be wandering about aimlessly around Ul'dah. It was thanks to your aid first granted to me that I was able to go on to help so many others.

Oh sweet Momodi, every excuse I have to come speak with you makes my heart sing. Especially with how sparse those have become due to our busy schedules. But I am writing this letter, less as a direct confession, and more as a heartfelt thank you for all you've done for me and many others. I can say with certainty that the realm, much less myself, would not be the same without you. While I know that we can never be, know that you will forever have my deepest gratitude; and my heart. May the light of the crystal ever be with you.

Most sincerely,
Richard Puncher

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Character: Richard Puncher
World: Goblin
Desired gift: Noble Barding

Zenos Yae Galvus

I know not how to even start this letter. Most would never understand, but this is the only way that I can put my thoughts into words and curb the turmoil inside me. I will speak plain: I believe you to be a monster. To any sane person, you are a creature born only for hatred and for the love of war… a monster who knows only how to destroy and kill.

Three times did we meet face-to-face, and twice you could have killed me… yet you didn’t. I couldn’t fathom your intent. But when we met the third and final time… I felt that I suddenly understood. Before, I wanted only to grow stronger and make you pay for the horrors that you inflicted upon others. I swore that I would grow stronger and would not stop until I defeated you. Yet, you helped to make me stronger than I ever thought possible. You pushed me and became one of the few who could force me to break down the walls that surrounded my own limits.

You had said before that you and I were the same and perhaps I am afraid that you are right. Perhaps we are more alike than I could ever care to admit. But, that is also why I felt that you could understand me in a way that no one ever has. For perhaps, it is only on the battlefield that we are able to expression ourselves.

We fought and you fell. And so I must know, did you find the answers that you were searching for?

No matter what the answer is, know that I won’t forget you, though I will wish with all my heart that I could.

Your enemy… and friend,
Claire Faye




Letter by Claire Faye, of Lamia. If this piece is selected as a winner, I would like to receive the Noble Barding as my prize.

Swept not by lechery, but overwhelming passion.
I saw your face that day in Coerthas and the acrimonious winds chilled not my bones. The warmth of your smile protected me from the frigidity of the surrounding mountain snow. With little integrity do my words describe the yearning in my breast when I saw your fetching countenance nor the racing of my thoughts when you bade me have dinner with you...nor even the crippling fear I felt when word came that the Archbishop had you locked away. With all haste did I plunge into the Vault to rescue you and with the same wild, thoughtless abandon would I bound into the seven hells just to be absorbed in your loving embrace. When I am able, I shall return to see your striking face and hopefully have your ear over a meal once more.

With much love,

Your Auri sweetheart

P.S. Please tell Lucia to stop glaring at me. She’s so very jealous of my eye-catching looks.

Letter written by Rizen Arcraft of Siren to Ser Aymeric
Trying to get that Ahriman Choker
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I’ve never seen a man light up with so much passion and enthusiasm. Initially, you were only an acquittance, but then your kindness opened doors in my mind that I thought nonexistent. The affection which you had for me was so natural that it took me by surprise. Fighting primals being a habit, when I learnt your concern, I was extremely touched.

‘It took half a dozen knights to restrain him, I am told. Pray do not think less of him.’

Those were the words the Lord Commander spoke. Instead, it only made the flame within my heart burn brighter. And when I fought by your side, a profound excitation overtook me. But the higher we fly, the lower we fall, as they say.

‘You… you are unharmed? F-Forgive me… I could not bear the thought of…of…’

Unharmed…
I would have taken that blow in your stead. The Spear of the Fury… it not only pierced your shield but also shook the living shite out of me, and tore my life apart. A smile better suits a hero… but how can I if you were the reason of it? Halone be damned to have you by her side.

I gave into dark arts, for I could not longer wield the spear.

‘A knight lives to serve. To protect. To sacrifice. There is no greater calling...’

But I shall endure. For those we have lost, and those we can yet save. And as I watch the stars slowly move forward from Providence Point, I know that ever will my aching soul gaze Heavensward as it has done for so long.

Your forever dear,
Arashi Keis

World : Diabolos
Prize : Scarf of Wondrous Wit

Gaius van Baelsar,

When I left my home in the deserts of Thanalan, I went in search of answers; for something to believe in; to find the strength to help people. What I have found is that the strength I sought was inside me all along; that I am what I should believe in, and in no small part because of your beliefs.

Like you, I want to take the future with my own hands. I want men to rely on themselves. Never have I accomplished something that I credited to any god. I think with our help Eorzeans could have been shown this. You were a shining light amongst your fellow Garleans. Many lack the understanding, reason, and kindness that I have observed. After all, you raised Livia, warned the Scions of Dalamud's imminent descent, put an end to certain inhumane experiments, and did what you could for Ala Mhigo.

Speaking of Ala Mhigo, your countrymen made a real mess of it; so much so that there has been a revolution. Ala Mhigo is liberated and largely by my hand. I had no wish to be involved in undoing your hard work. I would much rather it have been improved upon, but, once again, no one asked my opinion.

I wish that you were back with us so we could go on making the world a better place together; that we had met under better circumstances; that Lahabrea had not been manipulating our encounters. Given the opportunity, I would have joined you. Know that I searched for you until the last possible second. I hope that I could not find you because you escaped the castrum and that this letter finds you safely on the mend, rather than merely being the cathartic gesture of a sad agnostic.

With much love and admiration, Que'rhoueh Tia

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Que'rhoueh Tia
Cerberus
Noble Barding

Zenos,

You fought undoubtedly well, this is something I cannot deny. You fought with the ruthlessness of a wild beast, but the composure of a soldier to whom combat became nothing more than a boring rote routine. In this way, I pitied you. For all your skill and ability and countless, countless victories -- not a single damned bit of it mattered.

You never felt the upwelling of strength as you rise up again from the ground. You never felt the thrill of lunging forward and striking down a foe that had you had cornered mere moments ago. You never learned how sweet victory tasted when the smell of defeat still hung in the air. And I pity you now, for you have finally tasted defeat and will never taste another victory after that.

I also, selfishly, pity myself. You were a mere mortal but the victory I took from you was bittersweet at best. It took four of us to push you back, and four more still to finish things. Ala Mhigo is safer now for our shared victory, but I still find myself wishing for one more chance, one more fight, and one more victory.

Just you and me, one on one.

- V

(Vandesdelca Fende from Adamantoise; Noble Barding)

Hail Firkmann, Storm Private of the Maelstrom, stationed in the harbor town of Aleport.

Your dedication to your post continues to impress me. It has been 361 days, 3 hours, and 20 minutes since we made introductions. Even then, you already had held your shift as one of the town's staunch defenders for twice that time. It was you who ultimately directed me towards Satasha, setting me on a path that would one day mark me as the Warrior of Light.

In the brief moments between your watchful gaze over your assigned domain, you confided in me a desire. It is the same desire you have held since you went on duty, and it has pained me that you have not yet had opportunity to indulge in your repast.

When the stars aligned for me to take part in the honored activities of a Grand Company, I first followed the path of Ul'dah, for it is there I first found my calling. However, your constant vigilance has remained at the forefront of my mind.

Without any regret, I abdicated my post as First Lieutenant of the Immortal Flames. It has taken time and effort, but once again I have climbed the ranks, this time laying claim to the position of Chief Storm Sergeant of the Maelstrom. I intend to eventually recover the standing I once had, but for the moment, I have enough authority to carry out my ambition.

Storm Private Firkmann, I hereby approve your request to go off duty. Have yourself that ale you've been dreaming of, and may suitable company join you for the evening.

Take a break, soldier. You've certainly earned it.

Kind Regards,
Erekiteru Daventry of Faerie
Seeker of the Scarf of Wondrous Wit

Dear Master Alphinaud,
While a part of me fears complimenting you in excess would only swell your already impressively sized head to dangerous proportions, another would feel remiss in not offering you some from of praise for all you’ve done not only for me, but for all of Eorzea as well. So, in the spirit of the amorous House Valentione, I would like to offer some words of appreciation to you, both as a colleague and as a friend. First, I have been absolutely stunned at the progress you’ve made as a person, starting off as an unbearable, condescending, egomaniacal pedant and eventually growing into the level-headed, empathetic, and incredibly mature individual you are now. Rarely in my own life have I seen other people change at all, especially to such a degree as you have, and speaking honestly, your transformation has served as an inspiration to me in my own personal quest for self-improvement, so thank you very much. Second, your willingness to stand by my side, especially for as inexperienced as you are, has touched me profoundly. Seeing as you and I have roughly the same martial ability, it always lightens my anxieties to think that you, who has the most right of any Scion to exercise prudence in combat, are so willing to stand and fight, and it rouses me to stand firm and do my best against any foe, no matter how daunting. And third, because I know it will so easily fluster you, for being as absolutely adorable as a Mogling who hasn’t quite grown into its pom yet. Though I usually consider you my equal, there are some times, particularly when the topic of women comes up, that I simply want to pinch your rosy cheeks clean off. Happy Valentione’s Day, you handsome sod.

Bluomwyda Lefleur, Exodus
If i win, I would like the Ahriman Choker

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My Dearest Godbert,

Too long I’ve shied, but now my will is steal;
The heat of passion’s forge has reach’d its peak!
Like gravity, your pull on me is real;
None can resist your chiseled bronze physique.

I’ve lost myself in thy beshaded eyes,
And long to stroke your beard of snowy hue.
The span of age hath but made thee more wise,
To know what bliss a master’s touch can do.

O, take me to your high Gold Saucer grand,
Show me where El Coloso’s proudly hung!
O, sweep me from my feet with thy firm hand,
And thrill me with your charming silver tongue!

Grant me the joy of loving such a man,
The way only a Manderville man can!

Yours longingly,

Raevyn Runefury

P.S. – Please don’t show this to Julyan!

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Entrant: Raevyn Runefury of Siren
Prize Choice: Noble Barding