After receiving her glimmering venture coin, Olivestra decided enough was enough. She didn't want to spend another hour scouting Thanalan to only come back with a rusty spear, she wanted to earn her venture.
She sat down on the warm pathway of The Goblet, devised a plan and disembarked to Zahar'ak! With Grimoire in one hand and a charged Ruin in the other, she made quick work of the guards at the gate and began her trail of righteous fury throughout the complex. No matter whether the onslaught came at her through flame, spear or fist, she successfully smote the accursed Amalj’aa and fought her way to the heart of their hearth, the Bowl of Embers.
There, she bore witness to a truly frightful sight to behold; the rebirth of a Primal. Looking on with awe and sadness, she saw the tempered lay down their lives as sacrifice to call forth the mighty Ifrit. Emerging from a firey cocoon, he looked around for the danger to his kin that had been the reason for being pulled from the void, and laid eyes on one rather petrified Hyur.
Knowing her only options were to fight or flee, she wouldn’t let the monstrosity before her make her quest a wasted one. She chose to fight with all she had, and called forth from the aether her trusty carbuncle to stand by her side. As quick as a flash, Ifrit darted toward her, reaching out with his claws, like talons preparing to tear through their meaty prey. She sent her carbuncle to intercept while bombarding the primal with curses and poisons to fog its mind and damage its body. The carbuncle defended her as best it could, but after a swift slice by the peccable primal, it fell to the floor and faded back into the aether. Saddened and angered by the loss of her companion, Olivestra unleashed a fury unknown to even Ifrit, and began casting a spell that would obliterate the primal once and for all.
She could feel the heat of her surroundings as she attempted to concentrate, the hot stones on the back of her legs, burning away at her skin. But she wasn’t touching any stones, or so she thought. She blinked, she stretched and she realised that off, outside of The Goblet from which she decided to ‘plan’ her venture, albeit while asleep, her master was requesting the results of her heroic escapade.
Realising the only thing she had manage to accumulate in the past 59 minutes was sunburn and drool, she ran to the nearest vendor and purchased all she could afford with the gil she had. No matter how she turned her head, the jellyfish cnida would never glisten the way a flame imbued greatsword would.

Shyly handing over her seemingly pitiful prize, she got exactly what she expected, a warm pat on the head, another shiny venture coin and a request that she at least tries to, if possible, not fall asleep this time.



Character Name: Baeroth Foehammer
Server: Cerberus
Item: Ahriman Choker