The future of the Dragon's Aery / Sanctuary of Zi'Tah Linkshell, please read.

[Aldora]

Notice:

The following post is primarily meant for the members of The Dragon's Aery Linkshell as well as it's "sub"-linkshell, The Sanctuary of Zi'Tah. I'm trying to reach both online and offline members of these Linkshells.

Feel free to read it, but it's meant for them. Just so you know...

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Dear friend, member and reader.

Somethings has been haunting my mind for quite some time now... What does the future hold for the Linkshell? For us?

Let me take a moment of your time and share with you...

The future of the Sanctuary. (Link to Linkshell forum post)

All sincere comments are appreciated.

Thank you for your time.

- Caitlyn Aldora, owner of The Dragon's Aery and The Sanctuary of Zi'Tah Linkshells.

[Aldora]

To all who reads this message,

We did all we could, but... Despite our greatest efforts... The end of an era has arrived.

The big r0 in the sky, also referred to as Dalamud, has bested us all. There was nothing we could do to prevent the catastrophe from happening.

The might of Louisoix conjurations and the prayers of our beloved comrades in arms, Yda, Papalymo, Y'shtola, Thancred, Cid, Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn. Raubahn Aldynn, and Kan-E-Senna, might have not saved us from harm... Even though we have been beaten... Our will has not been shattered and we will fight for our lives and for those of out beloved friends and comrades! We shall not falter!

Like the phoenix, we shall rise from the ashes of the lands we call home and reclaim that which was lost in the fire called fear... Regret... Or sorrow...

Life, as we know it, will change from now on.

When you read this, i've embarked on a journey. A journey to find my family, my friends, any other survivors and of course... You.

I hope our paths will cross again in the days to come.

For now, i shall hold dearly onto these memories...
























Come find me and i shall find you soon.

Cait.

[Aldora]

The nights have been rather cold lately... I've made a campfire a little while ago, somewhere in the northern part of the Shroud, but it just doesn't seem to warm me up so far. Is it because the temperature has started to drop due to the arrive of the winter season? Or is it because i've been away from this place for so long?

I might have been born and raised in these woods... I might have fought with my life on the line, as well as those i've been calling my family during these times of hardship and adventure, but these woods i've called my for for all those years suddenly feel alien to me.

Even though i said that i've been away for so long, the reality is that only a few months have past since i've woken up from my "slumber". By the twelve... It still feels like yesterday that the bell called "Dalamud's Fall" sounded the end of an era. During my search for survivors, i've been talking with people and i've come to the conclusion that roughly 5 years have past since the end of the Seventh Umbral Era.

During these past few months, i've done a lot of searching... Searching for survivors, friends, family, anyone who beared witness to the events that occured 5 years ago. Searching for answers as to why these events occurred. But also searching for myself...

I can't shake the feeling that something was lost when Bahamut scorched the earth beneath our feet. Something precious which defined me who i was and what i was capable of. Seeing Bahamut's rage engulf Eorzea, i just can help it but feel helpless. It made me realise that i'm not fit to be leading people to battle. A part of me blames myself for not being able to stop these events from occuring. That part of me also blames myself for losing so many comrades in battle. I will probably have to live the rest of my life in regret that, even with the best of my ability, i was not able to save the people in need when they needed me the most.

This feeling of regret gnawed at the very core of my soul. After a while, i found myself isolated from any form of contact with the civilized world. I barely slept and lived on what ever i could find in the Shroud. Eventually, i collapsed from exhaustion with my life hanging on a thread. I really thought i was done for... Until i was discovered by someone. He carried me to his house on the outskirts of Bentbranch and had his wife nurse me back to health.

The both of them ran a clinic with which they would help anyone in need of medical assistance. It was because of them that i found a new purpose in life. In order to repay their kindness, i would help out in their clinic by attending to their patients with either medical care or entertainment. I felt comfortable helping others. Seeing their smiles, hearing their laughter, singing together until the sun went down. This is who i am...

Therefore, i've decided to resign from my post as leader of The Dragons Aery. I'm not fit to lead it. Only to support it. If someone would pick up the banner and raise it up high, i shall follow it. Assisting where i can. May it be with knowledge, medical assistance, or purely for entertaining purposes. I shall follow it till the ends of world called Hydaelyn.

I may not own an Artemis Bow, but i've managed to carve a harp from a piece of Ash Lumber and string it with Antelope Sinew. With this musical companion i've written a song from which would like to share a verse with you.

On the brink of my demise
I closed my eyes
My mind starts to wander
To lands over yonder
Void of anger, void of strife
But lush with flowers full of life
As Bahamut passes his final verdict
Thats when i heard it
"Why do you fight without a chance of success?"
There are things i want to protect nonetheless!
Were the words that left my mouth
As my mind when further south...

- Cait