Character name: Marcellus Guillory
World name: Midgardsormr
In-game Item: Scarf of Wondrous Wit
Component name: Koga Cloaking Device
These days, Eorzea's airship-filled skies are a veritable hotbed of hazards, what with the dragons, the Garleans, and Thaliak knows what other horrors. And how better to avoid these perilous pitfalls than to stay out of sight altogether? If airborne discretion is your desire, I give you ... the Koga Cloaking Device!
In conjuring up this component, I thought first to consult the masters of misdirection themselves, the Rogues of Limsa Lominsa.
Jacke welcomed me, and we shared a drink as I explained my visit. It was in short order that he suggested I "shake the cobwebs from me 'ead." The Rogues' tricks were much too subtle for something so cumbersome as an entire airship, said he, and he proposed instead that I look to the Rogues' sister art ... that of the Ninja.
"That Oboro owes me," said Jacke. "Nice enough cove, but 'e's rotten at Triple Triad."
So I ventured northward to an unremarkable warehouse on the bank of the Agelyss River, and uttered a pass-phrase (which here I shall, in good faith, omit). I entered to find that the man at the head of the room had been apprised of my intent.
"You wish to render an airship invisible," he said. "I have what you seek."
He pointed to an over-sized shuriken embedded in a sparring dummy.
"This mudra-enhanced shuriken will, when met with the aetheric issuance of an airship engine, generate a broad field that bends the very light around it."
He plucked the shuriken from the dummy, and offered it to me. I took it carefully, studying the sharpened points with wonder.
Oboro continued. "To all but the most practiced observer, it will be as though he gazes upon nothing but air. It is the same used in all Doman airships."
I was struck with his words. "Doman airships?" I repeated. "Your tale echoes tall, sir. I have ventured far and farther in this world and have never once seen a Doman airship."
At this, Oboro smirked. With two fingers, he beckoned me follow him through a disguised rear door in the warehouse. We emerged at a precipice overlooking Wineport. Oboro simply gazed silently ahead. I followed his eyes, unsure of our purpose, until I saw the tiniest flicker in the sky before us.
"No," said Oboro. "I should think not."








