What happened to our Journalists?

[Crimen]

Hey everyone! I recently remembered we would have small events back in 1.0 where 3 Journalists would be in town inquiring people about odd happenings at the time, and at other times, they would publish their findings on the lodestone. I remember one of them was named Kipih Jakkya, who was the Journalist for Gridania.

What happened to all of them? I can't remember all too well. Did they mention they retired from their Journalism in one of the letters on the Lodestone? Will we hear from them again? I hope so. I liked things like that.

[Anonymoose]

The GM-controlled journalists checking up with players before releasing their articles as lore on the Lodestone was one of my favorite parts of the Seventh Umbral Era. I, too, hope they find a little time to do that in-between patches and expansions. Then again, there were people who didn't exactly join in the fun and opted to instead act extremely childish around these GMs... perhaps they (or NPCs of them) could be scripted when they appear and we could send them Moogle Mail ... or write lodestone blogs with special tags ... iunno. It certainly was a nice touch, though!

[Crimen]

Indeed, there were always the trolls who would ask them to marry them or start talking to them about cars and the likes. There will always be the people who like to mess up the fun. I hope that because of them, they haven't decided to cancel these events. They were pretty fun.

[Crimen]

Just wanted to say I was delighted to see that the three journalists made a comeback for the Lightning event!

[Anonymoose]

Me, too! They might be NPCs as opposed to GMs this time around (probably a wise move...lol), but it's still great to see them. I particularly like how they all question each others credibility and have unique personalities/loyalties despite usually just being a name on a Lodestone post.

It's the little things, you know?

[Felis]

I wounder what Kipih Jakkya did after her last article before the calamity. I hope her little brother is alright.

The Last Word — Goodbye, and Good Luck

Kipih Jakkya here, bright-eyed and sharp-eared, filing her latest report on the numerous threats to Eorzea and how we may find deliverance from destruction.

Before I begin, I must announce, with great regret, that this will be my final report—the last of last words. As the specter of war and chaos spreads throughout the land, I find it harder to guarantee my safety and—more importantly—that of my little brother. I intend to take him far away, to wherever we may yet find refuge.

The great cities themselves may soon be in danger. The monstrously mawed Atomos continues to wreak havoc upon Aetheryte Camps, most recently in Coerthas and Mor Dhona. To further compound matters, the voidsent summoned by the floating beast have been spotted wandering far from any Aetheryte, fueling fears that nowhere in Eorzea is safe.

Our conflict with the Empire is approaching a terrible climax as well. Widespread rumors tell of a great allied force, bolstered by many brave adventurers, marching to confront the Garlean menace at the Carteneau Flats. However, it is also whispered that the VIIth Legion has fortified its encampments and now lies ready to repel any attack. How events shall ultimately unfold is anything but clear. For now, we can only offer prayers for our fighting men and women.

In truth, our prayers may possess more power than we realize. The sudden appearance of the Twelve’s divine symbols has caused a tremendous stir in recent days. Sharlayan scholars are now asserting that if enough Eorzeans were to entreat the gods at these sites, our combined religious devotion may well move them to act. If these claims are true, then perhaps there is still hope.

As a reporter, I have been blessed with the opportunity to meet countless amazing adventurers, and every moment spent afield and writing these missives has been a joy. Though I know not when it will come, I look forward to the day when I return to serve my dear readers once more. Until then, I shall keep my quill safe and sharp.

Farewell, and may the Twelve watch over you and keep you safe.

Kipih Jakkya