So my Captain died, and my Roegadyn brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my Captain's cryptic talk of victory.
So my Captain died, and my Roegadyn brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my Captain's cryptic talk of victory.
Time has proven him wise, for from free Eorzean to free Eorzean, the word was spread that the bold Captain and his Roegadyn Wall, so far from home, laid down their lives, not just for Limsa Lominsa, but for all Eorzea and the promise this star holds.
Now, here on this ragged patch of earth, the Lalafell Empire faces obliteration!
They will be back...and in greater numbers. You aren't prepared.
When you deal with human beings, never count on logic or consistency.
Fluid like water. Smooth like silk. Pepperoni like pizza.
Just there the Lalafell hordes huddle, sheer terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers... knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of the Roegadyn Wall!
Yet they stare now across the plain at ten thousand Roegadyn commanding thirty thousand free Eorzeans!
The Lalafell Empire outnumbers us a paltry three to one, good odds for any Roe. This day we rescue Eorzea from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything we can imagine!
What if they stood on each other's shoulders, three at a time, and wore a trench coat? That could mean a 1:1 ratio of bodies that way!
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