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Rogue Dragon
Half-pirate. Half-priestess. All chaos.
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@but-first-tea this is gorgeous! And I most definitely will use this as a setting in Rei’s stories!
So, for weeks I had been RPing in Discord that Kaya’s favorite place to go for tea in Ul’dah was a place called The Silver Needle. However, when I looked for someplace in game to use as a setting, the only things I could find were Shroud-based or Eastern themed. That’s not to say there wasn’t one somewhere out there, but I never found a place on Balmung that really fit the atmosphere of The Silver Needle in my RP. So… I made an Ul’dahn style tea room in the Goblet myself. XD (I actually made this over a month ago, but I was taking a break from tumblr at the time and never posted it.)
Long story short, The Silver Needle now officially exists on Balmung! While I have no plans to hold actual events, the building has NPCs and is always open. Feel free to use this location for your own RP whenever you like. ♥
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Rei shifted on the back of her mount, guiding the lanner through the murky green-tinted skies of Azys Lla. “There we go, pretty girl.” She murmured to the massive bird, adjusting course to head towards the Delta Quadrant. A half-bell later, she banked, guiding the bird down to the ground in a slow spiral to land a short distance from Tiamat’s prison.
~Child of man, chosen of Hydaelyn, what brings thee back to this place?~ The great dragoness’ voice rumbled in Rei’s mind as she climbed the rocky outcrop in front of Tiamat’s enclosure.
“...What was he like? Your Bahamut, not the one that the Ascians led you and your people to summon.” Rei looked up, meeting Tiamat’s crimson gaze. “I want to know about the Bahamut that was, not the poor mad shadow of him that was forced to serve as a power source for a lost and fallen empire.”
Tiamat tilted her great head and stretched her neck towards Rei as far as her bonds would allow. She huffed, breath gusting over Rei’s face and blowing her hair back.
~Hrrr. Very well. We were the First Brood, the last children of our Father’s home, the Dragonstar. He was the eldest, first if we seven to hatch; called the Dawn, for that was the time of day he emerged from the shell; as I am the Dusk, who hatched last and as night fell...~
From nearby, in his customary concealment, Midgardsormr watched, pleased, as his youngest daughter took the first slow steps towards healing, sharing her grief with his mortal.
Epilogue:
Some moons later, when her duties next took her to Revenants Toll; (and having received Tiamat’s permission) Rei sought out Sethrian at Seventh Heaven. “I’ve a story for you, minstrel. But if you tell it, it must be without the usual embellishments.”
Sethrian straightened in his seat, as Rei flagged down Alys and ordered them drinks. “I’m listening,” he replied, setting his harp down in the corner.
Handing him the tumbler of whiskey, Rei slid onto the stool next to him. “Let me tell you the story of Tiamat, last of the First Brood...”
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Ul’dah was beautiful, and she liked the city (and she was learning a lot in the Pugilist’s Guild!), but Rei had a decidedly love-hate relationship with the Thanalan deserts. She loved the warm sun and vast sands when she had a rare day to herself to relax. She’d head out to the oasis of Forgotten Springs and spend half the day stretched out sunning herself.
On the other hand, when she was working and the winds were up? Visibility was poor, she’d gotten lost more times than she cared to admit, and sand in between her scales was *not pleasant* thank you very much. On those days, she’d get back to the guild or to whichever outpost she was staying at and spend a good hour or so cleaning her scales and getting all the grit out.
Still. She didn’t regret it. She was free of the overbearing weight of her family’s smothering. She was getting stronger every day. The wanderlust that had plagued her for so many years was barely a whisper now, as she traversed the desert to and fro on various missions. She glanced up at the setting sun as she headed up the Steps of Nald. Khai had been right in suggesting she come here.
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She clutched the urn tightly to her chest as she climbs the mountain trail. Khai’s battered hora felt heavy resting on her hips, and her tail flicked in agitation as her brother once again complained at having to accompany her to the peak. She would be glad to leave him behind. She loved her family, but she wasn’t the sickly little runt anymore, but they still saw her that way. It was stifling. All that was left was to release Khai’s ashes to the winds, his journey finally over. Then she could start her own journey, and take the trail down to the Ruby Sea.
‘If you want a fresh start and a place to reinvent yourself,’ Khai had told her in his raspy voice, after the first time she had sought him out to vent, ‘Eorzea is the place to go. The journey is far, and our kind is a rarity there. No one will know you beyond what name you choose and make for yourself.’ She had been fascinated, and had carefully saved up enough Gil over the past few years to buy passage to the Eorzean city-state Ul’dah.
At last, the summit was in sight, and she soon stood on a rocky outcropping overlooking the Sea, glad of the breeze coming off the steppe behind her. She opened the urn, and poured Khai’s ashes into the wind, her long hair whipping around her face and obscuring her tears. Deed done, she let the empty urn fall from her fingers and shatter on the ground.
“Finally!” Her brother snapped, impatiently. “I don’t know why the old man insisted on you carrying out his last request, but it’s done now. Let’s get you home, I have better things to do than babysit you.”
She reached down and picked up one of the broken shards, turning it over in her hands. “I’m not going back.” She watched as he took a swig from the waterskin she’d given him half a bell ago. The sleeping drought should be taking effect any minute now. “I’m leaving. I’m going to be an adventurer.”
“You stupid little runt,” he sneered. She watched him sway drunkenly. “You’ve been listening to that old has-been tales too long. You actually think you’re strong enough to-“ he cut off as the drugged drink finally took hold and he collapsed to the ground. She dragged his body to a small cave a little ways back down the path, and grabbed her pack from where she had stashed it there a moon ago.
Clothes changed into traveling leathers, and hair newly cut short, she stood at the top of the path down to the Ruby Sea and looked back at the Steppe one last time. “Wish me luck, Khai.” she whispered, as she started down the trail.
Cirina Himaa was dead. And Rei Fukai took her first steps into a new world.
#ffxiv au ra#my oc#rei fukai#she was the clan baby#she hated it#khai used to be an adventurer#then he took an arrow to the knee#one might say#so he returned home#and met a tiny feral ball of rage#the clan meant well#but they were a cage#so he gave her the tools to set herself free#hamaa are known for twins#triplets was unexpected#especially two boys and a girl#rei was the runt
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