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I still remember that day...
The day i met the woman of my dreams. It was still in 2.0, when i started fresh. I was not always too invested in MMORPG games. But i was a huge fan of Final Fantasy. My best friend pulled me into this game, and i invested time into it.
Then my best friend introduced me to a FC. And there i met her. A girl who i became close with, and did not knew until now that she would one day become my one true love.
Now we are planning on moving in together, and our plan is to play FFXIV together, side by side, and looking back on how we met, and how this game is a true connection for us both. That is what FFXIV means to me.
(Thank you for reading my story! If i do get selected, i wish for the Noble Barding.)
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September 02, 2019
It was a little over five or six years ago to this day that I began my journey in this game and so many things have happened... I've seen and done so much after countless instances as Garu with as many new connections as I have farewells over these years and yet to this day I still recall this memory from back then so vividly as if it had only happened yesterday. I have always been one to try to help groups out and while leveling, it was no different. I had been completely new and a beginner to things like tanking since I was/am a healer main and decided that I would try to level via the FATE system instead of dungeons. In the time that has passed since then I am rather comfortable as a tank but back then, it was a lot of FATEs and things like Main Scenario Roulette since those were very laid back and not quite so heavy as far as responsibility went. It was during a winter of that time period that I was helping lead a FATE train back then via Shout chat and as per usual, there was another group trying to also guide the area to FATEs and got into a bit of a tiff with the leader who had been with his friends along with some people he had also picked up along the way. We yelled at each other a bit since we had differing views on what we should do with the FATEs but little did I know he'd end up being someone that I would come to get to know much better as the years went by after I invited him to a linkshell along with some friends of his. I am so glad to have met him and many others through things like FATEs or other systems of grouping that this game has introduced.
To all the people who have met one another or have yet to meet via this game, there are great times ahead. There will be trying times and perhaps you may drift from one another as time goes by but the people who you care about and feel the same way towards you will always return someday. I will always be grateful for the connections that I have found and have yet to find from this game and I hope that others can find them as well if they have not already.
Here's to more memories and the bright future of Final Fantasy XIV!
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(Noble Barding)
Hello friend,
I am writing this to you, a friend I have never met but hope I will be able to meet some day.
The currents of the sea brought this message in its bottle to you. The currents of fate may one day do the same for us.
…
It is hard for me to put my thoughts to paper. I have always been one to choose action over words, which is amusing considering my role in this world. But that is not what I wanted to write about.
I do not know if you have only just arrived to Eorzea or, like me, you have been wandering under her skies for many years now.
If you have only just arrived, please give these people a chance. There are many diamonds in the rough to be found and the bonds you forge with your fellow travelers might prove to be even more enjoyable than you can imagine right now.
If you are another old adventurer, I hope that you have found yourself those companions. If you have, hold on to them closely.
I have, and they have been of immeasurable importance in my life. There was a time when I was battling a most dangerous foe destroying my body from the inside-out and without their support, even past the Source and her reflections, I would have been lost.
Enduring the Apothecaries foul chemicals became more bearable when I would think about them and the promises made to return.
I am running out of paper...
I was asked to write down my personal fondest and favorite memory of my time here, but I can not choose a single one. Every memory I have made with my friends here is dear to me and to single out one would diminish the others.
So I will simply state that my adventures on this world and the one beyond the Rift together are my fondest memory; a memory that grows larger and fonder with every day spent.
To you, unmet friend, I wish you will feel the same when the day comes to write your own message.
Yours truly,
A wandering Monk.
P.S. If we have met, I hope that I have left a good impression. I may sometimes be a little more 'rough' than 'diamond'.
( Chosen prize: Noble Barding )
Ah, my fondest memory... after so many years? Perhaps it would be time. Shall I regale you?
The light filtered through the trees outside the chapel, the leaves casting shadows on the stone below. It was mid afternoon, and the ragtag group of misfits that made up my Free Company were gathering. Laughter, joking and teasing one another. They trickled in in ones and twos, only a dozen all together... but the noise they made was enough for double that number.
I peeked over at my fiance. She was wearing the satiny gown given to her by the attendants and looked lovelier than I could possibly had dreamed. Her red hair done specially for the occasion, makeup arranged just so against mahogany skin. She still surprises me even to this day with her beauty and strength... but I digress.
Where was I? Ah yes. With her in place and all done, we proceeded to the ceremony itself. I had intended it to be a bit more reserved and formal, yet we somehow wound up with a moogle officiating... Oh well. It wasn't quite as silly as I had feared in any case. And then the vows came, and it was time. I told her how I felt about her.
I told her how breathless she made me feel. How her touch made my heart beat harder, my knees weaken, my face flushed. Her laugh was warm honey, her eyes the sparkling sand of the night desert. That my dearest wish, after all was said and done, was to purchase a house, that we might live our days in comfort. That we might finally know a modicum of peace. That she may lay down her axe and that there be no more need of the warrior, only the woman.
I like to think she understood... Despite my unneeded wordiness. A bad habit, you see.
The house was bought, in the end. And while we may not have the peace we hoped for just yet, most every day we retreat to our hideaway and steal a few seconds of blissful solitude. Perhaps one day the dust might settle and the dark might recede. But until then, our solace in each other and our love remains our anchor before we must sally forth once more.
For those we have lost. For those we can yet save.
(Choice: Noble Barding)
Final Fantasy XIV has given me the chance to get closer to a friend and now fiancé that I never thought I would have a chance to. I have been able to spend my time gathering, leveling, and progressing through the rich story with this man thanks to this game. My fondest memory is the time when we were both sat in Coerthas, he was attempting to level up his alchemist and I was trying to level up my fisher. We both sat there together on an edge of a snowy cliff, talking to each other, and genuinely enjoying each other's company. Today we'll be renewing our bonds, with our friends that we've met along the way to celebrate with us that weren't there for the first time! Thank you Smilax Kitsune for staying with me and to the team across the world that continues to keep this game up and running for us to continue enjoy each other's company and what the game has to provide!https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachmen...28/unknown.png
(Gaelicap)
It's been so many years since that day.. May I have your attention for but a moment, as I remember my fond memories of a time long gone?
I met them so long ago, the friends I knew I would share my fondest times with on FFXIV, a home away from home. They weren't anything big as I had soon thought, just a few people with extra time on their hands, close enough to reach but far enough away that I couldn't make out if this was a long term stay, or a short term memory.
Over the years, I've had many laughs, many tears shared with them, be it fooling around outside the FC house, joining together for dailies, even doing events.. Slowly but surely, I found that my heart ached at the thought of leaving them. I couldn't bare the thought of them disappearing right before my eyes, my breath catching in my throat whenever I imagined the house I once danced in with them, empty.
I still dance there today, a fond warmth in the back of my heart as I remember every person I've spoken to, played with, laughed with, cried with.. I continue to hope that all the friends I've made, atleast know that deep down, I care more for them than they'll ever know.
But don't be too sad, for now, they're still with me.
A happy atmosphere amidst the busy lives they now lead, I'll miss them all dearly one day, when they tire and we lose contact, however I'm just happy to have known other brave Warriors of Light that walked with me. I can't thank them enough, truly. I hope to never forget them and that they'll remember atleast my name when they carry on ahead and outrun me. Everytime I can, I make sure to tell them to be safe when they're about to leave, flashes of the laughs we've all shared and the want for those memories never to fade, to be forevermore. You'll always be special to me, I sincerely thank you for helping me experience the warmth of a family.
I love you, my idiots.
-Your Airhead
(Choice: Gaelicap)
When I started playing FFxiv, I was at a very dark time in my life. Thoughts about myself and thoughts about others. And then I stepped through the infinite doors of Eorsea and I saw a light finally at the end of my dark tunnel. I got to know the characters you so carefully crafted and realized that they are only human too. The stuggles we went through together and the victories. That is why I keep coming back for more. The story is what I am here for. It gets me through my day. But if its a specific part: I would have to pick the time I met Urianger in Waking Sands for the first time. He has been my favorite character from the beginning. So mysterious and cunning. He continues to see darkness and not subcome to it. He is my role model. Each day that I come to Eorsea is another day I can laugh and cry along side your characters. Thank-you
Gladius' axe dug into the trembling earth as he was forced back, his teeth grit from the force of the blow as he was knocked backwards towards the edge of the ever-shrinking arena. Despite strength of arm and combat prowess, he felt himself flying back towards the edge unto an dizzying fall. Just before he lost his balance, a pull of aetheric energy coiled out to him. He seized onto it desperately, trying to regain himself as Arioche's light pulled him back from the brink.
"I've got you!" she yelled, rescuing him from certain death. Her gown fluttered wildly with each stomp of the gigantic monster that stood before them.
Gladius shook the bells from his head, swinging his axe over his head before nodding to her and charging back towards the monstrous primal Titan glowering down at him.
"The kobold's certainly didn't hold back this time..." He thought. They had triumphed easily twice before over the makeshift primal god of the ratlike species, but this time their desperation truly showed in the strength of this manifestation.
He raced past his friend Tatl, who looked to him worryingly as she continued to cast spell after spell with her reflection of the primal Garuda following form at her side. Despite their best efforts, the thrice-damned "god" would not fall. Gladius leapt forward, bringing his axe down across the chest of the stone monster.
There! A crack!
It seemed that his allies' efforts had not been in vain. They had managed to weaken the monster enough to bring forth it's stone heart. Gladius' axe ripped into the chest of the beast, wresting the heart free where all three heroes of light managed to concentrate their efforts into a single blast, shattering the beast's heart. The creature tottered, as aetheric energy bled from it, then finally fell.
A cheer rang out among the adventurers. They had bested their toughest opponent yet.
(Thank you for reading my story, if I do qualify, my chocobo Alfred Von Chicklesby would love the Noble Barding. Special thanks to my fellow Warriors of Light Arioche Aristotle and Tatl Tael for bringing me into this world I love so much. Even if we're apart now, I'll always treasure our time then.)
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I remember the first time that I saw you.
To be honest, I would not have ever guessed that you would go on to impact my journey the way that you have. Our first meeting - if you can even call it that - was more a technicality than an actual encounter, and I dismissed you as forgettable.
How wrong I was.
Our every interaction that followed left me curious, enthralled, engrossed: you captivated me in a way that was completely unexpected. My story and your story intertwined time and again; unpleasantries became intrigue and eventually empathy. I never gave you permission to break my heart but in the end, you did. Walking this journey knowing the path you walked will color every decision from now on. I don’t know if I should thank you or be angry. At the very least, I learned something.
Sincerely,
An Impatient Traveler
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[ If selected, I would like the bluebird earrings. Thank you for your time. ]
It was odd, feeling so at home with strangers. But now that i look back on it, maybe i was feeling fondness. It's difficult to pick one memory with any of them, for i cherish them all.
Maybe it was travelling unknown lands together, or how we slayed even the mightiest foe together.
Recalling these people, i can also remember a few things they indirectly taught me.
I can safely say heroes, adventures, people, can either etch their name in history with fear or inspiration.
Bards always sing of how the hero struck his foe down with naught more than his belief and faith in others, yet never speak of his unnamed companion who gave him the opening he needed to deal the final blow in the first place.
He is remembered as a "Hero" and his unnamed friend, his unnamed family, his unnamed personhood is also lost, before long, even the "hero" is forgotten, too. It starts with a minor revision until even his name is forgotten, replaced with a title or some such. A blinding light in place of his companions; their shadow ever running darker, bleak compared to his radiant light.
Which is why i cling so tightly to their memory, which is why, despite everything, i will remember you. I thought it was the end, we did the impossible and yet i somehow thought this was the end, on the Mt. we could all clearly see how the blinding light cloaked the sky, we both were weak. And yet, we both lived.
Like "Heroes."
I cannot forget you, or anyone else. I wish we could adventure, just like you wanted, but wishing only achieves so much. I know, that inevitably, i too will be naught more than a shadow.
An avatar of my deeds rather than a person. Eventually, these words will be not only forgotten, but unknown as well.
Which is why we must fight, there is always hope, something to believe in, to pave the way for a brighter future we may never experience.
And you believed in me, didn't you?
I won't forget anyone, but especially not you.
-Warrior of Darkness
(Mandragora Choker)
A Chance Encounter, An Eternal Bond
To my love,
It was getting into the late hours of the evening when it happened. I had been working, you see, at the Machinists’ Guild. The turrets that we were using were fine, but we were commencing development on a prototype – an automaton that could engage enemies in melee. I had reached the end of my limits, and I needed a drink. Thank the Gods I left when I did.
The snows were falling to the stone streets of the Brume when I first saw you, stumbling along the pavement, looking as lost as I had been the moons before when Ishgard had first opened its gates to a select few. It had long been my dream to study under the machinists of Ishgard, and yours, it seemed, was to learn to read the stars.
I approached you slowly, trying to seem as friendly as I could. It’s hard for a Viera to lose the natural stern countenance nature bestows upon us.
“Uh… h-hi… c-can I help you?” you stammered as you nearly tripped over your own axe.
“You look lost. I take it you are from outside of Ishgard as well? Tis rare to see a Miqo’te in this city, and I don’t know if you can tell from the ears, but my kind are equally rare. Mayhap you could use a guide? My name is Sjel, formerly of Arda.”
“That would be lovely. I am of Gridania. C-can you help me find the Astrologians’ guild? I-it’s freezing out here!”
“Follow me. We can get you someplace warm, and in the morning, we’ll get you sorted out.”
Twas over the next two moons that the two of us came to nurture a burgeoning friendship, though our lives could not be more different. You were ever the mystic, focused on your spiritual training and nurturing your inner beast, and I on my technology and craftsmanship. As we both became embroiled in the plots and intrigue of Ishgard, however, there was only one constant: each other.
Eventually, on a rare quiet day for both of us, I asked you to come with me to the Black Shroud, as there was an urgent matter that required both of our attention. As we made our way to the Shroud and I directed our chocobos to the Sanctum of the Twelve, I sat beside the lake with you and told you of my feelings.
“Since that day at the Brume, you have been my only constant. My only light. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my days with you, no matter what comes next.”
You said yes.
On the day of our ceremony, as we looked into each other’s eyes, preparing to exchange our rings, our friends from our Free Company looking on, I still imagine what would have happened had I not had the urge to get a drink that night. The happiness I felt as I saw you, dressed in your finest suit and I in my dress, makes me realize that despite the dangers that this world holds, the beauty that can be found in the people around us makes it all worthwhile.
With all of my love and hopes for the future,
Your beloved eternal partner
[i would like the bluebird earrings]
The sun had since gone down, and meals were being prepared. Dozens of plates of meat, steaks, links, whatever sorts of food would keep the company going. I'd hunted the creatures for the ingredients, and thought it best not to tell the men what I had been cooking. It was satisfying work, albeit boring, so I'd taken to singing while I cooked, and had been informed on many occasions that I should absolutely continue cooking and not follow any whims of being a minstrel.
"What IS that that you're singing, Lieutenant?"
The Captain was asking, so it was probably best to answer. "It is a Hrothgar tune." I smiled, remembering the one who sang it to me. "A lullaby."
"Oh? What does it mean? An Adder should always endeavor to learn more about his officers and the cultures they come from."
"Of course! It loses a little in translation, but...
Rest my cub
My precious dear
Your prey will drown
In blood and fear
Before they creep
My trap is sprang
Their necks shall meet
My gnashing fang
They cannot harm
Their blood will drip
Their jugulars
My fangs will rip
Your mother follows
But one law
Your safety won
By savage claw
When hunting prey
One shan't fight fair
Their abdomen
Mother will tear
Their pain is silenced
They cannot cry
My wicked talon
Takes their eye
Rest now my cub
My precious dear
Your prey has drowned
In blood and fear"
The captain blinks quite a few times. "That... is a lullaby?"
I tilted my head, confused. "Of course. All mothers sing that to their children. If you think the males of my race are vicious, Captain, pray you never draw the ire of our queens."
(Noble Barding)
In the belly the technological marvel Alexander we came upon a wide arena where electrified water barred further entry. A canister, spherical in shape with a turn handle valve levitated in mid-air. We coasted into the arena on a conveyor belt. Before our eyes, water rushed forth from the canister, and it took the shape of a giant humanoid demon, comprised entirely of effervescent water. Free Lancer hurried out a battle plan, commanded us to our positions, and we fought the creature for many hours. Enuriel took it upon himself to ward its every blow, and Fleh Buus kept up with the damage he sustained, until the creature shifted forms into a giant hand. It seized Enuriel in its grasp, and despite all efforts, his life was ended, and he was cast limp into a watery grave. Then I was all that stood between the bubbling monster and my comrades. I stood steadfast, taking every blow, but the giant hand split into two lesser hands, and I could not head off both. Somehow we managed to scrape by, only for the hands to squish together and become a vortex which birthed slime like beings.The slimes rushed for the electrified water, and each one that made it, exploded with such violent force that we could hardly stand. Some of the slimes were caught in the whorl, and launched out of it at high speeds, bursting on whoever they struck. I was struck by one, and it was all I could do to stay conscious, until the healing magic made me right again. By the time the creature returned to its humanoid form, Datonare was dead, as were Fleh and Zets. It was then that it rained down a terrible cascade of energy imbued water ceaselessly from its body, nearly drowning us. I turned to Aisu, threw her over my shoulder; we retreated out into the Dravanian Hinterlands.
I traveled then, to a far off land. I lost myself in the pleasures found there. A cafe, the arms of a foreign woman, and more alcohol than I could stand. When I returned to Eorzea, Aisu's heart was set on revenge, and she asked me to come back with her and her new band. I agreed to if only to keep her hail and whole. The Living Liquid had no tricks we had not seen before. Even so, the battle waged was of such ferocity we were all standing in pools of our own blood as the fight came to a head. Out of options, the creature began channeling all of its energy, which coursed over its bubbles, which now leaked bright blue fluid. We knew this to be its death knell, as well as our doom. I became fury incarnate, and swung my axe with reckless abandon, my bones cracking under the weight of my limits. Aisu channeled the power of the Dreadwyrm Bahamut, and roared with all the fury of the father of Meracydian Dragons, and shouted forth Deathflare. Living Liquid surged, and its raging torrent blasted everyone of us. Three of the new band died, but in the end, the canister from which the beast came lay on its side, empty, as all of the waters surrounding the arena receded as if they'd never been.
{Scarf of Wondrous Wit}
Hello, my new old friend
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I know that you are just starting out your journey with a smile and new ambitions in your heart and soul and I hope that this letter will give you a chance to see the world how I see it now.
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When you started your first steps in Eorzea, it was during the time of sadness and regret and being at a new place where the world seems so alive and vibrant put a smile upon your face and chance to do great things. Even now that you are not the most social type person, you always have a smile upon your face.
From winning your first rare drop, making new glamors for you to improving yourself to be an asset to others, you always have a smile. From talking to Momodi at the Quicksand to started your journey to walking together with Scions and Crystal Exach to bring darkness back in another world, you always have a smile upon your face. Even know that you went through a lot of hardships, trials, and tribulations but you continue to smile and push forth to your goals even know that you may doubt the choices you had to make.
Just remembering this, even know that a lot of people you will meet will come and go, always learned from them, be humbled, don’t close yourself off and remember to smile for those who help you because they want to succeed in here.
Well, I know it is time for you to start your journey but I want to know that I am your biggest fan and I want to achieve everything you can and more. But the most important thing is to continue to smile and push forth.
One more thing, for Momodi sake, make some friends. You can only do so much by yourself
May you walked forever in your own path,
A super cute Dancer/Summoner
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P.S. Also to remember those who have moved on to a better place and continue to smile for them as well.
(Noble Barding)
I still remember that first day, all that time ago, when I first set foot on the dock of Limsa Lominsa. The biting wind coming in from the ocean, and the myriad scents of a trader's port. I remember staggering through the crowds at Hawker's Alley to finally find Mealvaan's Gate, and my pleasure at finding my calling with the Arcanists' Guild that very day. The joy from the first successful construction of a carbuncle. My first grimoire, now all but ruined from hastily written notes on every page.
There were so many 'firsts' back in those days, when the world felt vast and open. New places to go and new people to meet. New experiences to be had in every corner of the realm. It all seems so mundane now, but those days were filled with a special magic. I hope that in reading this you too can relive some of those special days, to see just how far you have come. And, perhaps, to see just a bit of where we all might be heading next.
- An Arcanist of Limsa Lominsa
(gaelicap)
There is much and more I wish I could tell you, wish I could show you. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you both and held you both but I hope that you would be proud of me, of the things I’ve accomplished and the people I’ve given another tomorrow to. You would not believe the adventures I’ve gotten myself into recently and I imagine few truly would. Perhaps not even I would have had I not known all I do or experienced it for myself.
Recently I’ve visited a whole new world entirely, one where the night sky never graced, where stars never had the chance to twinkle or the moon to cast its soft light over the land. So hard is it to think of what to tell and yet fit it all to a single page but for the sake of telling you in person when next we meet I helped save this world. I helped banish the Light, helped the world know a cool nightly breeze and what it is like to gaze upon the stars for hours.
Yet what I wished to tell you the most here and now is of a place right out of the dreams of my youth and when the sun had arisen once more to a clear, beautiful sky. How I wish you both could see it. Imagine a forest with leaves of lavender and trunks with bark like silver without its luster, a spire of radiant blue crystal stretching high enough to scrape the heavens. Under that clear azure sky I could not help but walk, walk and let my mind wander with my feet.
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I walked and I felt a breeze once stagnant feel so cool and fresh upon my skin, felt the warmth of the sun like it is meant to be felt and I could not help but wonder what it must be like for someone to feel for the first time in their whole life like those here. As I walked I stumbled upon a ruin of ancient, crumbling stone and let my hand feel along the surface of the ages old wall.
It was there upon that stone I felt something right in the air, a certain peace and under that sky, in that woodland of beautiful purples, in this place where civilization once lived free I drew my lance and let my hands and feet move of their own accord. It felt right. To close my eyes and feel the weight of the metal in my hands, to let it carry me as if striking down foes already slain and feel the breeze upon my cheeks and in my hair.
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I know not how long I was there, meditating in a way I’m sure only you and I would truly know, father, but it helped me think and reflect and remember what I was fighting for. I kept at it until my limbs ached and my fingers throbbed and when I opened my eyes again to that truly awesome sight…
I miss you mother, your lullabies and the flowers you would tuck into my hair. I miss you father, your radiant confidence and never faltering smile. I’ve not forgotten you or the advice you’ve graced me with that every day I find new meaning in. I have not given up on finding you. Until the day I can hold you both I will continue to write and to hope.
Your loving, ever caring daughter,
August
{NB pls}
i remember when i first got to uldah it was a sunny day as always full of people running around and that parade that went wrong years ago remember? remember fighting to save someone after the parade went to heck in a hand basket ... it was odd to say the least hahahaha. but then again i think that event led me to belive that this place had more to offer than a single bunch of gobbues and mammets running around.. after that many things happen and many stories where writen.. unil dalamud fell from the skies... i still remember that day as if it was yesterday, friends and fc together fighting to repel the garlean empire from mor dhona and the main cities.. and who can forget the noble sacrifice of the people who made the gobbue wall possible those brave souls dedicated to protect uldah (or at least thats where i saw it and decided to join in) many years have come and go after that day.. and still lingers on my mind like if it was yesterday. but back in the day u and me never had that connection as we now have... after we finally got to know each other back in ishgard... remember when i told u to let me lead the way? and u as always said no? that day was something that i will not forget. but just u know i love you more than anything i this world... because together we beat twintania and put an end to nael once and for all.. we faced defeat many times.. we faced sadness countless times... we got our heart broken by who at the time we said that it was the love of our life... but we never gave up.. we never gave up... and yes Haruka i must say thank you for letting me be part of this story.. because u know? im happy that we get to see everything until the end and im happy that in some way of another i was part of it even in the smalles of things.. we not only overcome the bitterness of our hearts after we lost her... we not only overcome our grief of our mother... we get to see the end of a world together and the lenghts of how a man can go only to be remembered.... that for me are the fondest of memories i could ask for... and i hope u and me would be always together even if u decide not to let me come out and play.. and yes that trick u learnt doesnt count hahahaha.. anyways thanks for letting me write this down and feel alive again. remember how much i love you Haruka... ---------- Memories of my Darkside-------- (the prize i want if i win is the noble barding)
“Has it really been four years?”
Taking a seat in the once unfamiliar, now comforting house in the Mist, I couldn’t help but reminisce on just how long it had been since the day I truly entered the lives of the people in this Free Company. Despite joining the Company long ago, it wasn’t until that one challenge that I made myself truly known. It was the ordeal that needs no introduction, the unique and unquestionably terrible force that wreaked havoc on friendships, companionships, relationships, and the overall lives of adventurers across Eorzea and beyond.
I joined in after the rest of the group had nearly given up hope. They had been trying to overcome this hurdle from the Fourth Astral Moon all the way back around to nearly the First of the next year, and the team was broken, beaten, and exhausted.
“Hey adventurer, we’ve seen you around the house and our Paladin recently decided the ordeals of saving Eorzea were too much for him. As such… we’ve got a spot open now and… anyroad… we were wondering if you’d be interested in helping to save the world!”
I jumped in and in no time at all knew I had found friends for life. Despite countless failures, we didn’t give up. We figured out how a tornado works, which way to point disembodied hands, and even learned the ins and outs of magnetism. After all of that and accompanied by a last minute Blade Dance and a Warrior Sacrifice, the unbeatable monster was finally beaten.
To this day, heroes across Eorzea wake up in cold sweats from nightmares from those days, and cower at the very mention of his name.
I shook myself as Terra’s voice woke my from my reverie.
“Sure has, can’t believe you’ve stuck with us for this long ya nitwit.”
“Nitwit? At least I don’t wet myself every time I hear the name ‘Living Liquid’!”
“THAL’S BALLS!” shouted most of the room, as they hid behind various pieces of furniture.
I shook my head, smiled silently, and hoped for another four years and beyond.
(Thank you for reading! If I am selected, I would like the Gaelicap!)
Dearest Siz,
How long has it been since the day I met you? A mere four years? Yet I can hardly remember a time before you entered my life, nor do I wish to. I remember the days we spent exploring the depths of Alexander. I was a fool back then. So afraid of ruining our friendship by making my feelings known, I took up a fool of a partner who tried to push you away and spoiled any chance we had of defeating the massive mechanical Primal. I only wish I had seen my folly sooner. I only wish I was brave enough to confess to you then instead of waiting.
Now it has been two years since I found my courage, and we have both changed much in that time and added so many accomplishments to our list. We have ended wars, pushed back the Garleans, travelled across worlds, defeated enemies more powerful than any we faced before. Even now we join our comrades in reviving The Empty on The First Shard. I know that we shall succeed, as we always have. Because we are together.
Indeed I don\\'t think there\\'s anything we cannot do, any foe we cannot fell when we are together. Perhaps the words of Lady Valentione are truer than most would take them for. I certainly believe they are. I do hope you\\'ll continue travelling with me for years to come as all of my fondest memories have been with you.
Forever yours,
Yumi
(chosen prize: Noble Barding)
The Sea of Clouds at sunset really is the best place to be, she mused to herself. The warm breeze that rolled by played with her hair and pulled gently at her fishing rod. The thought that "the warm wind is the love of everyone you have ever known, they are kissing you on the cheek!" crossed her mind, though she couldn't remember for the life of her where she might have heard something like that. Was it a Vanu teaching? It sounded like a Vanu teaching. She considered continuing with the mental goose chase, but decided her energy was better spent on the love the wind had carried to her, and allowed herself a small smile as memories of comrades came and went.
With the familiar sensation of a fish on the line, she planted her feet against the island beneath her and braced herself against a tug that threatened to snap the rod in half... but it was none other than the same moogle spirit she had caught four times now.
"I'm just feeding you dinner, aren't I?" she muttered disapprovingly.
It attempted to wriggle free, indifferent.
Throwing it back into the clouds below, she packed up her supply of crane flies and moved to the other side of the island, making herself comfortable between two ferns. Another tug -- a sky faerie this time, the last one she needed. She knew the sea butterfly was below her somewhere, but could only hope that it'd take an interest in the bait this time.
"What an intense face you've got on!" she could hear Sisipu laughing.
"Fishing isn't so serious, you know? It's passive, not active -- you're not hunting the fish, in a way the fish is hunting you! Ah, but not in a life-threatening way... most of the time. Just relax and let the water surprise you with what it’s got!"
She wondered if Sisipu also meant to include the clouds in what she said... or if Sisipu saw a cloudfisher in the small brown Miqo'te that happened to wander into the Fisherman’s Bottom that day.
Oh, a big tug! ...no, just another moogle spirit. But a different one this time, so she felt justified in calling it progress.
She wondered what Sisipu and Wawalago were doing now. She thought too of the Scions (she'd invited them all out fishing at least once, but was met with little interest) -- and moreover, even in the supposed peacetime following the Dragonsong War, how none of them could seem to catch a break except her. She immediately felt a small pang of guilt begin to gnaw at her, and the thought that she had already done so much as the Warrior of Light did nothing to quell it. This quiet time alone in the clouds, did she deserve it? Could she afford to rest on her laurels, let alone this grass?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sun who, after much colorful fanfare on the opposite side of the sky, finally broke the horizon behind her. Feeling its warmth on the back of her neck, she withdrew her rod and packed up knowing that the sea butterfly had retreated to safety once more.
Another time, then.
(Ahriman Choker)
I knew we shouldn’t have gone into the house. I could feel the evil energy radiating from its ancient doorway as we drew closer. My hands gripping tightly at my staff as I followed closely behind the three in front of me.
The door gave a displeased groan as it was pushed open, reverberating through the air of the musty entry way. Everyone stopped just inside the door but jump as it slammed shut behind us and all our senses became heightened. It became painfully obvious we were not alone in the Manor. The sounds of cackles and creaking things echoed faintly down through the space. It was clear this place was in disarray and had been left empty for all sorts of unholy things to take root.
And take root they did. As we ventured through the house, the living skeletons, succubi, and all other forms of vile creatures put my magic to the test. The elements even seemed to fear this house as I ensured the safety of my team. I could feel the earth around me cry out in pain from all the darkness tainting it. Left and right the cursed advanced seeking to slay and corrupt the intruders who ventured into their stolen sanctuary. However, we had a mission form the people of New Gridania and we had to ensure their safety, especially myself, who prided healing and protecting others above all else. That skill was put to the test as we went against the Manor Jester and Steward, their attacks strong. I could feel the strain as we fought valiantly forward to purify the creatures and lay them to eternal rest. Which we did with much success, but we knew our journey was not done.
Climbing higher into the tainted domain we finally found our mark, the one who ruled them all. Lady Amandine greeted us with murderous contempt as she began her onslaught. It was clear she was a master of thaumaturgy, even our own Thaumaturge had trouble keeping up with her spell casting. Luckily the gladiator that valiantly took charge and drew most of her hatred was able to hold her contempt while we whittled her down. She would not be bested however without a fight. Summoning more of her minions we floated back and forth between protecting our defense and trying to smite the evil once and for all. Several times I came close to reaching a state of mental exhaustion that would prevent me from helping those around me, but taking a few seconds to find my center, I was once again filled with the aetheric energy to keep my party members safe.
When all looked grim, with a mighty cry, our Thaumaturge began to glow and thrusting his staff into the sky, a shower of fallen stars came crashing down. With his mighty attack Lady Amandine gave a feral cry as she faded away into nothingness. With a triumphant cry, the four of us celebrated and began our track back to New Gridania to put the worry of its citizens to rest.
(The Bluebird Earrings)
There was something different about you that night. The murmurs of your harp drifted through Kogane Dori, residing impatiently in the background. My eyes alone were drawn to you, but it was clear that they were not the ones you sought. My arms toiled at the anvil while yours danced nervously across taut strings. Silently, I prayed for you - it was clear to me that there was someone you wished to meet under the stars.
Twilight fell, and the moon had finally peeked over the airship landing. Its light shone down on an adventurer, garbed in Eastern scale mail. Your eyes met - and in that fleeting moment I sensed years of companionship. A bond forged in fire and blood. The welcoming smile on your face gave way to words. A conversation ensued - one that I would never hear, nor understand. I didn't need to, though - the ballad you sang that night was all that needed to be said.
He was enraptured. What was going through his mind as the lilt of your harp marched enthusiastically through it? Under his charred visor I could see his eyelids begin to fall. He was oblivious to the crowd that had begun to disperse towards the pier, eager to watch the stars fall. A distant bell struck once, twice, ten times, but the moment you shared continued undisturbed. The eighth verse of your unending lullaby made way for the ninth. My hands had stopped moving completely, and the ingot I held began to glow red - no, golden within my furnace. This tune was one I had never heard before - and yet, what was this overwhelming sense of nostalgia? Even a humble blacksmith like me could tell that this was a chronicle of a calamity long past. I can only imagine what it must have meant to him and yourself.
The moon retreated behind a cloud, and your song had finally come to an end. In hindsight, only moments had passed. But as the adventurer's weary eyes opened once more, I could tell that the respite he found within your lyrics was eternal.
As the last star fell from the sky, the crowd began to coil lazily into Kugane Dori once more. I realized that the ingot I held had begun to cool. I strained to look for the adventurer's armour amidst the crowd, but he had long since disappeared. Your performance resumed once more - refrained, but peaceful.
Many moons have passed since then. I've known for a while that there's something going on out there - a war between Good and Evil, Light and Dark and what not. A constant, endless battle amongst heroes and gods that a blacksmith like me could never comprehend. I never needed to, with Kugane being so far from the conflict. Truth be told, all of this was starting to feel like a fairytale, or a myth of sorts. But there was something about that night that reminded me that the world outside Kugane is closer to home than I thought. I don't know exactly what happened that night, or who that adventurer was. But I feel like I've possibly witnessed a legend in the making.
I pray that the two of you cross paths again.
(Gaelicap)
Another years turns, as we walk ever onward.
The thrill of victory, the sting of defeat. The sorrow of loss...and the comfort of love. All these I have known, as I tread my path; but they are not what drives me.
All those who I see standing tall against the odds—who take up arms, be it their end, and hold their ground through sheer determination.
A Lalafellin royal, shy in years yet laden with weight of wisdom; the beaten but unbowed refugee who carried her. The pirate mistress who sails boldly against the wind. A forest sage, intended a life of quiet solitude, bearing the hopes of the realm.
And those who forsook their homeland, so that of others could be saved...so many now lost.
A wise grand archon; a stodgy old mage; a scholarly maiden, scarcely known, who traded her life with a smile. And a young girl lost in the markets, who would one day spare the fate of a world.
A noble knight of lands frost-fringed, and the sorrowful lady of icebound heart.
I carry you all now, as you carried me then—and we walk ever onward.
For the dashing rogue who hides his pain in bottles and between sheets; the gruff elder sister, driving herself to breaking in her mentor's shadow. For the charming bookworm, always so hidden away with his shelves. For the twins—who I rode a carriage with, when I first came to this world, and now know so well as to call them family.
For the would-have-been Scion, always worried of being a burden, who now carries a nation on her shoulders. The Doman samurai who forgave his most hated enemy; the wayward prince who put his people before his crown. And the daughter of the Ruby Sea, who I could not forsake if I tried, so dear has she become to me.
For the new old friend, thinking I didn't see him under that cowl, who calls me 'inspiration' even when he's now bettered my greatest moments.
All of you reached out for the stars...and it made me so happy that I could lift you that last bit to grasp them.
And to those who walked before, I remember—as we lead those who walk after.
- A Warrior of Light and Darkness
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(If chosen, I would like Noble barding, please.)
Have you ever met him? I speak of the most amazing man in all Hydaelyn.
I have only encountered him a handful of times, though in each meeting he displayed legendary poise and executed amazing feats. He was a man who could slay Primals -- nay, even the Ultima Weapon, itself -- with but a few swings of his weapon. Wheresoever he went, the mightiest of beasts could be found felled within his wake.
This is not to speak of his prodigious craftsmanship, which has produced objects of the highest quality, time and again. I’d heard that he quickly rose above his peers in the guild -- peerless, absolutely -- and that his art has single-handedly saved many an unfortunate scenario.
His skills are only overshadowed by his kindness. When asked, he has helped everyone from children to The Sultana, arriving when summoned and charitably assisting without any real regard for payment. When people say that the Realm would be lost without him, it is no exaggeration.
All of this does not even touch on the many social skills he has mastered, taking to the most complicated modes of dance with ease. Everyone who has witnessed his movements cannot help but note the palpable emotion found within each step. His very presence is larger than life, shining as a beacon to all who gaze upon him.
The Warrior of Light? No, I’m the Warrior of Light, you see. I hope I haven’t created an embarrassing misunderstanding.
The man I speak of is named Godbert Manderville.
All at once, the security and sanctity of my world, came crashing down. Like one too many pieces had been removed, from the collection of the unity of man. My world, collapsed right before my eyes. What was once sacred, had suddenly been taken from me, right before my eyes.
And without remorse, the cruelty of it all had not seen the fullness of its fruit, until my world fell into darkness and despair. And now, faced with trauma and turmoil, the likes I never thought imaginable.
But we must persevere, for we are the salt of this realm, and the light that must persist through the despair, that would desire us to drown in its sinful pleasures.
So, I ran, but not without regret. And along the way, I was carried away, to your welcoming abode. You, who I once only considered a strong ally, had become my hero of light, in an instant where my world was darkened.
Thank you, for reaching out to me in my hour of need. Without your warm embrace, I would have been lost to the desires of corruption and depravity. I was lost, and you found me, when my hope was found for wanting. I was filled with uncertainty, and you sparked the embers within me. All I can say is, thank you.
Yours is a moment I cherish deeply. A light in the darkness of my world. You, who stood out amongst the shadows, and supported me when I needed it so. The thought rains down on my face, and covers me in both pain and joy. But, because you were there for me, as I desired to do what I could before, I will move onward; strengthened with even more resolve to be strong. Thank you, my old friend.
(My main motif for writing this wasn't to win. But, if I can touch the heart of at least one person, then that is victory in of itself. I guess the Chocobo barding would be cool. I hope though, that my writing, maybe just maybe, helps someone in need. If you are suffering, if you are in pain, I hope you find that special someone. That person, who reaches out, and rescues you in your dark abyss; just like someone had for me.)
If you are reading this, I thank you for taking the time to.
Well...I had a lot of adventures all over Eorzea. Gathering materials, collecting gear, killing monsters and people alike...at this point it's hard to remember how my first big journey went. But one thing will always be in my mind. The people who were with me through it all. Some of them my friends. Others my enemies. Some of them are nothing more than fading memory in the sea of my chaotic mind. However, I have to thank all of them. They've shown me the light repeatedly when I thought that I would give in to darkness. I think I wouldn't be able to be here to write this message if it wasn't for their help. So to all my friends I made in Eorzea. To all the enemies who left my life to follow their own. To all those fading away like footprints on the sand...
Thank you. To all of you. And I wish you all the best.
From someone thankful,
A Melancholic Adventurer
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(Noble Barding)
Until recently, I haven’t actually remembered my fondest memory in ffxiv, but after thinking for a while, I remembered one of my first friends ingame. Sadly I cannot remember her name, as she has not played for a long time to my knowledge, but we both played the game quite extensively up until level 50 in the summer of 2017. During that summer, we both finished the class quests for my WHM and her WAR, and after we had finished up the last story dungeons we said goodbye and went our separate ways into the school year. While this memory only lasted three months, it really felt like a journey throughout, and one I would definitely do again if I could ever meet her again.
Four years, come and gone…
Indeed, my friend, much time has passed since the first moments you showed me the wonders this world held, the challenges to be faced…
All the while, we did so together.
From the first time I set foot into the Seagrot, to standing side by side against the storm, there’s naught we can’t do, no challenge so insurmountable that we couldn’t roll up our sleeves, dig our heels in, and defiantly press on until the job was done. To the world, to those we know and those we’ve yet to know, we were unstoppable.
Four years, come and gone… Countless challenges taken on…
Friendships and memories made
For many more years, a toast I raise.
[Thanks for reading! If selected, I would love to pick the Mandragora choker]
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It left a bit of an impression on me, seeing an enemy of such might contain such magnitude of power just from its appearance. I shuddered in anticipation, thoughts racing, not knowing what it was capable of. I saw all of my teammates and wondered what they thought of it while we eagerly awaited the start of the fight.
It didn't look too bad at first, until it gained energy to begin the Slaughter. The prelude, showing us a small glimpse of its power, along with its fighting elegance. After such a devastating move, the actual Slaughter begins, the pace of the fight increasing as time passes. It summons its innocent creatures to help combat us, unknowing to us of their deadly potential.
Then comes his true potential, the part where we're supposed to die, it seemed. After his minions have fallen, some having escaped and left a remnant of what they were in their wake, the beast paralyzes everyone, levitating us and leaving us defenseless to the attacks of the remnants of its minions. After that, it delivers one last blow to truly change the pace of battle, revealing its full potential.
You can hear its voice dominate the battlefield as its followers accompany it, a beautiful chorus as the battle continues between the Warriors of Light and this beast.
The walls began to crumble from its might, leaving us more vulnerable to his powerful attacks. He unleashed a devastating impulse of energy at all directions. My Brother at Arms had been unfortunate and had fallen off the arena, his screams silenced by the end of the fall. I can only fear what else this beast might have in store for us.
Exhaustion started to prevail among us all. Can this beast never die? Its attacks not slowing down as our minds started to fight against us. My other partner could no longer continue as the fight went on, her body collapsed in the middle of the battlefield. "Get up, you can't be done yet!" said our last remaining healer as he revitalized her.
The fight was drawing to an end, the beast slowing down, showing signs of weakness, but so did the rest of the party. I tried to cling on to dear life as my body began to fail me from the excessive damage I've received directly from the beast. "Just... a bit... longer..." I used the last of my strength for my last attack, then collapsed as the rest of the party managed to defeat the powerful primal. It roared as it was bested, those remaining smiling at their victory while tending to the lethally wounded. T'was a fight for the ages.
[If for some miracle I get picked, I would like the Scarf of Wondrous Wit.]
How strange a feeling. That when I first stepped foot into the dark, briny depths of the oceans, they met with me a plethora of emotions I could have never expected to feel. Known aptly to be named as the Tempest by its inhabitants, I found myself awestruck. A wonderous land beneath the waves. A small reminder of home, where the seas called my name and welcomed one’s embrace. Yes, it was much like La Noscea, and yet not completely the same.
Still, the nostalgia was there. And as I explored her depths, I found myself increasingly captivated. The deeper into the undersea caverns I went, the more the tugging in my heart pulled. As if I should be remembering something. A growing ache. Unable to understand it, I continued my journey into darker waters.
Until… at the very end of it… my eyes opened upon a new world. A city quite unlike any I had ever seen before.
With it, that ever-familiar pull from within.
“This place…” I could not help but murmur. “Why does it affect me so?”
Never before had my heart cried upon visiting a place so unknown. Never before had I ever felt so attached to any particular locale or person. Always the wandering soul, called upon to a new cause with each passing day. With little respite, mind you, but how else can I help it? When a world’s inhabitants calls upon your very name? How am I to ever ignore their pleas?
Yet this place… this city once called Amaurot… Suddenly my worries dispersed. The burdens on my shoulders relaxed. As if I were coming back to a home I once knew. In the back of my mind, I recognized her. But all the same, I could not place it as to why.
Standing in her enormity, her boundless landscapes… knowing it to be but an illusion, I yearned nonetheless. To remember. To learn her. To simply revel in this city that took my every breath. A multitude of questions burned from within, but none to answer for me. No one knew. Not even I.
None other but the very person who called me here… Only they could tell me why my chest hurt so deeply. Why I wanted nothing more than to throw it all away and find my reasoning for this place.
“How long its been since I last found myself so curious?” I remember laughing to myself.
Up until that very moment, I knew my place in the world. I could picture the direction it was bound to take. My role in it all, the savior of many, meant only to bring about countless heroics. Everyone depended on me. And I depended on them to point me in the right direction.
Just this once… I knew not what it was I was meant to do. A new experience with no predictable ending. How uncertain I was! Yet it was about time I chose my course, wasn’t it?
“Let us be about it then.”
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(( Mandragora Choker ))
This story begins back in 2015 according to the calendar we use on my world. You may not have heard of my world - I’m just a visitor here. But I have loved Hydaelyn very much, and I want to tell you about my time here.
You may not know this, but many of the adventurers on this world are travelers from distant planes. We came here to help you during your Calamity, and we stay because we have grown to love the friends and family we have made here.
Back in 2015, I was part of a group of such adventurers. We formed a guild, where friends could come together to socialize between adventures. That was where I met K’yhia.
You may recognize that name as a Seeker of the Sun name, but she was a traveler like me. I saw her in passing from time to time as a member of my guild, but the first time I really got to know her was at a fun social event we held, where guild members could come with their minions, and we would “battle” them using descriptions of attacks and dice rolls, before Lord of Verminion gave us the ability to do it for real.
She came with a Slime Puddle minion. It was so endearing and funny, showing up to an epic battle where everyone came prepared to show off their most awesome minions, and summoning a puddle of goo.
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3/3/15
She and I started a battle between our minions. The rolls were evenly matched, each of us scoring solid hits and skillfully evading attacks in turn. The adrenaline was high, the suspense was thick, and no one knew which way the fight would go.
And then, K’yhia’s Slime Puddle unlocked its Final Form. With a shimmer of light and a gooey burble, the Slime Puddle morphed into Bite-sized Pudding!
It was the kind of tactical finesse that only comes with a lifetime of pet battle mastery. I was amazed and humbled to have the opportunity to engage her in combat, even if I knew this was the end, and that I was now facing my inevitable defeat. Even to lose to such skill is an honor in itself.
That day lives on in my memory even when other guild get-togethers fade into the happy blur of good times that come and go, because that was the day I knew this girl was special. It was the first spark that took hold in my heart.
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2/5/17
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That is why I love you so much, Hydaelyn. You are not just a world where I have had great adventures, even if you are definitely that as well. You are the world where I met the girl I Eternally Bonded, the girl I will, someday very soon, marry in our own world. You have given me the adventure of my lifetime. Thank you.
So much can happen in just two summers. Maybe even one. So it's no surprise to learn how much you've grown when you find the very first photo you took when you first set foot.
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Rolled up on a caravan to Gridania to meet Mother Miounne, get registered, then get known. Just a wide-eyed adventurer looking for work, doing odd jobs when you've barely got your feet grounded and looking around like an antelope in headlights. The moment I got acquainted with Brother E-Sumi-Yan, I knew my true adventure began. I started with just a single, bow-wielding friend that helped understand the adventuring life and had me join a Free Company she's in to meet her circle of friends. Being the little sprout among the trees was rather indimidating, to say the least. The first step into Sastasha intimidated me at first, but the Conjurer's intuition came to me like natural instinct; cast Cure while the shield or axe keeps the monster's attention on them, and cast Stone and Aero when I can.
Before I knew it, I met someone I never thought I'd share many memories with. I met this handgonne-wielding girl at a bar one day, asking me if I would be interested in some treasure. I agreed, curious about what that entails, only to be met with a faded scrawl upon a gazelleskin. Old-fashioned treasure hunting. A tried-and-true adventure, always on my toes to see what's inside. Attempting to touch the coffers, however, I was unaware I'd be jumped by many a monster, having to fight through to pry the lock open. And then... a portal suddenly shot out of the coffer. A simple hunt for treasure wasn't so simple after all. Corridors, traps, and monsters amok, a fortune awaited these treasure hunters.
I'm not a hero of legend, but that's fine by me as the attention would be rather daunting. The memories I had with the gunslinger girl was what mattered, and now I live with her in a quaint cottage at The Goblet. The fortune was a bonus. Save for the times I tempted fate with the Gambler's Lure. My friends told me to shut my yap whenever it beckons...
"Watch, it'll be a three."
"COULD YOU NOT!?"
Maybe in the future, you might find a flier on the board looking for adventurers to find treasure. A tired story, but does looting coffers for rare treasures ever get old? To me, not at all.
So, how about it? Wanna raid the Dungeons of Lyhe Ghiah?
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- A treasure-hunting Hearer of the Conjurer's Guild
(I would like the Bluebird Earring!)
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The sounds of battle were nigh deafening.
The clash of steel, the sound of magic erupting, it all congealed into a mess in Iphi's horns. The player wasn't much better off, the lighthearted banter in their ears undercut with nervousness and a strange sense of urgency. They watched their prey’s every movement, twitchy and ready to duck for cover should the need arise.
Eden stood before them in all its glory, but it was clear to see that after hours of unceasing fighting, it was on its last metaphorical leg. With one last clash of the Dark Knight's greatsword, the god-like beast falls down, crumbling like a house of cards.
Iphi exhales sharply, the magic coursing through his veins dying down along with the tension in his muscles, until he could barely keep his Astrometer up, a Spear falling from his now-numb fingers. He can faintly hear more weapons clattering to the ground.
Someone shouts. Five more voices join in, a somehow melodious cacophony of cheers and cries that spread through the dimension that belongs to them alone now. He doesn’t, though a choked sob leaves his chapped lips anyhow, one of the only sounds he can make. In the very next second, he’s throwing himself onto his spouse, knocking her over with the sudden weight. She laughs, dropping the greatsword that had almost gone straight through his chest, and wraps her arms around him in a hug so tight it ought to hurt. But it doesn’t — nothing feels real, not when the dimension starts slowly but surely falling apart around them, no longer held together by Eden’s power.
For a moment, it’s just him and her, crying and cheering, their comrades in similar states of elation, each celebrating in their own ways. The Dragoon pulls out a hearty portion of salad she’d kept to celebrate, the Summoner nodding in approval of his charges. The Gunbreaker looks over at his lover, eyes softening when they catch the White mage hugging onto her staff. The Machinist is picking up his gun, fussing over it after he’d dropped it in the moment of celebration. The Monk praises their power and his voice holds so much respect for this rag-tag group of misfits, it’s almost unbelievable.
The player starts laughing, breathy and choked. “We did it,” they say finally, cutting through everyone else. The cheers throughout the call die down, replaced by a sense of accomplishment, the euphoria of a hard-earned win, after hours and hours of trying and failing.
They’ve done it.
Their first enemy has fallen.
Three are left to succumb to their combined wrath.
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[Thank you for reading my entry! I've never had the pleasure of raiding before 5.0, and I don't think the feeling of finishing your first savage fight could be properly described. Nevetheless, I tried. If I do win my prize of choice would be Bluebird Earring.]
High above the city on a peak capped in snow watches one chivalrous soul.
His generosity knew no bounds taking in a fallen champion pursued by feral hounds.
Beside this warrior he did fight hoping to ease his kinsmen’s plight.
Proudly did his shield stand fast facing fallacies long since passed.
His deeds rekindled the light’s flickering flame.
Forever shall the champion remember his name.
And if your feet should dwell in Dragonhead for a spell, be sure to have a tale to tell.
For there the hero’s hero rests held tight to the Fury’s breast.
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(Noble Barding)
Dear friend
I writeing to you from 6 years ago as the wind blows from sea to sea with a primal beast lurking underneath the sea and as the mountains high as in the heart stomping as earth primal stomping its feet.
And as volcano lit up as remains me of fire of the 1st primal I fought as this primals I remember that wings of Ice from high North isgard wings from a friend and a primal we shell remember and frainds I lost in my adventure.
With dragons and moogles from the North to the east with goodness of a primal with snakes and as storms hit the east of the Ruby sea the lighting reminded me of the lighting primal with his long white beard.
As carry on the journey in the east war's was happing and Eastern creatures I have to save seen old friends and made new friends and more primals come and goes.
Now helped the 1st and a old friend who in need to bring the dark back in this universe and done.
From M
the arbiters crackled all around us half of our party was unconscious and we were running on fumes. our warrior shouted out a battle cry and our paladin slammed down her shield. she chanted a prayer to Halone asking for protection, the warrior twirled his axe in a wide arc cleaving the arbiters in twain. we felt rather that saw a massive bold of lightning strike her shield it glowed red hot as if straight out of the forge she tossed it at Ramuh and we prepared for our final assault on against the lord of Levin. I remembered from my training that there was one spell in my arsenal that had no equal and began the chant for Thal drawing in the aether around me I bent it to my will. the whitemage coaxed more of the elements into my spell and with a resounding crack of magic I passed out. I awoke in mother Miounne's inn surrounded by the party sharing drinks and food. this is the day I met my free company and the best friends I have.( if I am chosen I would like the Ahriman Choker)
"You know what we have to do."
Clutching my trusted greatsword in hand, I could feel myself charge forward, the porcelain visages of the sin eaters all around me. A battle cry erupted from my breast, my tail lifting in excitement. I brought the weapon down upon the nearest lesser eater, hearing its form crunch before vanishing into particles of light. A soft, yet devilish smile rumbled from the darkness, the shadow of my "other self" positioned behind me.
"This is for us." Looking back at the blank faces of the eaters, I nodded, trailing the blade behind me. I raised it above my head, calling out a single word.
"Fray!"
(my choice for a prize would be the Noble Barding)
Remembering the very first important thing you ever did in Final Fantasy XIV is important because it sets the stage for an exciting adventure and a story worth telling and retelling. I remember more than two years ago, a good friend of mine who now resides on Mateus brought me to the game so that I could attend her wedding, a Ceremony of Eternal Bonding, as it was called. We were on Jenova at the time.
The event was held in East Shroud, meaning that I had to start my journey as a conjurer, soon to be a white mage. I recall that I almost did not make the ceremony because of the battle class I chose before I had to start over. Compounding matters was that I had to be ferried to the Sanctum of the Twelve because I was a Level 1, in generic Hyur midlander gear with a Weathered Cane as my arm.
But once I arrived in time, I partook of the festivities and fell in love with the mystique, the lore, the traditions, the redemption. It was on that wedding day of my friend did I begin to realize how good this was going to be. And on the following day after the wedding, I began to finish quests, progress through the story and immerse myself in the unique joy of telling my tale, my legacy and the lessons I had to learn and did learn.
I became a savior to Eorzea. I reunited the bonds between man and dragon. I liberated a city. I rebuilt a city. I brought the shadows to pierce the light of despair on another star. I trained a squadron of adventurers and made them legendary. I enlisted the finest retainers for malms around and made them distinguished specialists in their craft. I became a captain of three grand companies, and in turn, a captain for the Eorzean Alliance.
I moved worlds and embraced new challenges and opportunities. I experienced seasonal traditions and immersed myself in their pageantry. I took a chance or two in this realms gaming house, the Manderville Gold Saucer, and helped its founder's son solve mysteries while eating boiled eggs in between. And I proved to be worth my salt brushing shoulders with Fury-fearing power brokers at a demanding scholastic academy in Ishgard...and some.
So when I look back at the work I have done, the jobs I have learned, the many things I have crafted, gathered, the hunts, trials and raids that I experienced...it all comes back to that one day when I heard the wedding bells ring in the Sanctum of the Twelve, that moment, that event that set the wheels in motion. If it wasn't for my good friend, I would not be here to share my gift with all of you.
Hear. Feel. Think. Share your gift with the world. That is Final Fantasy XIV.