Yes, my gigantic mount. Feast upon the bones of the unworthy...

On the one hand, it kind of takes away from the glory of behemoths to have everyone ride them. But that won't stop me. I'm going to call him Jorgen!

As for goings-on, I managed to break up a Lalafellan rp of questionable virtue by using Baldr (my chocobo for those who remember)! The morals of Eorzea can rest easy for another night thanks to a wandering black mage and her riding chicken.