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DRAGONSONG: worldbuilding intro: cool new knight stuff!
i should make more posts about the knights. a lot of work went into that. but for now: the newest stuff! (all subject to change, but i wanted to share)
in this post i discussed the barrier spell and the fact that the continent’s dragons are currently locked away and being experimented on. the current king is especially interested in that.
(tw below for mentions of needles and injection)
also, relatedly, i watched The Witcher recently...
so what’s the king been up to?
he wants to empower his fighting force. why? i’ll work that out eventually. but in the meantime he’s kind of using his fighting force as a police force, which has Issues.
off the back of his experimentation, the king is essentially mutating his knights. all of the newer knights, and any older knights working in the citadel or the castle, have had this done to them. a number of older resident knights have not.
what does it mean for the knights?
knights with the mutation are faster, and have the capacity to become stronger more easily than they might otherwise (and with a higher ‘maximum’ strength)
they also recover from injuries much faster than civilians, taking days or weeks to recover from an injury that might otherwise take months. further, they scar much less easily.
in addition, they are more durable than their civilian counterparts; for example, in the first chapter Isi takes a dragon tail blow to the torso. the same blow dealt to Isi and Sierra would probably leave Sierra with broken ribs; Isi is mostly just bruised.
small downside though... the mutation has to be injected, and not just once. after a certain amount of time (to be decided) the body starts to treat it like poison. so it has to be administered regularly. without it ... Isi doesn’t know of anyone who knows for sure, but it gets unpleasant. she’s definitely heard rumours of people who’ve died from withdrawal. either way, at least in the citadel, it’s impossible to skip a dose and go unnoticed by knight supervisors.
who specifically does this involve? (that we care about)
citadel knights who have been knighted: Isi, Meg, Brendon
castle knights and/or former castle knights: Henry
younger resident knights: Aurelia, Ella
oh, and pretty much any given Antagonist Knight we run across
who isn’t involved?
Robin (not knighted yet), Jasper (older and doesn’t work in the citadel)
all of the civilians: Sierra, Holly, Ebele, Cole, SB, etc.
that’s the main stuff. but as always, it’s not the full extent of my Thoughts (mostly because this has Implications for several arcs), so... i can probably be convinced to infodump more in the future
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[walks in, twirling hair] sooo... AU where Artoirel is chosen to become one of the Knights of the Round? :) [I am immediately dunked into the nearest trashcan]
#tbd.#soooo... plot where he survives after the dragonsong war but has to stay imprisoned because hes still tempered by king thordan? :)#[the trashcan is deposited into the nearest garbage truck]
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Dragons and death everywhere! But WE'RE MAKING PROGRESS! Highlights from Week 23 of Dragonsong's Reprise Ultimate with the No Crits Allowed group are live now!
Hopefully we’ll get more than 1 iteration of Dragon King done next week!
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A Night in the Skies ~ Aegon x Reader
request: Could you write one with Aegon and his wife? She didn't have any dragons even though she was a Targaryen, so one night, she leaves the room she shares with her husband and on the outskirts of the castle she finds Vhagar. And the dragon and she end up having a huge bond, which makes Aemond jealous, but Aegon shows up and defends his wife, and then the two go out on top of her to walk under the city ~ @httpjiikook
warnings: none! just some fluff
word count: 0.9k
note: I imagined the reader is Aemond's twin! hope you enjoy 💚
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A knock behind the wall alerts you to your husbands' presence. Though married for nearly a year, you still maintain separate chambers. How Aegon loves to come creeping around through the secret passageways to fetch you, sneaking off into the streets of King’s Landing for late nights of pleasure and mischief.
You don your cloak, hiding your hair beneath the generous hood. Moving a standing mirror out of the way, you open the secret passageway. Aegon’s silver head moves in the shadows, as though he is the moon peeking from between the clouds. He smiles, reaching for your hand, beckoning you to join him in the darkness.
You’re off, hand in hand, fingers laced through each others making your way through the bustling streets of King’s Landing. You move to enter a small tavern, a favorite of yours when Aegon stops you, continuing to pull you down the cobblestone street.
“Where are we going?” you ask breathlessly, a laugh escaping your lips.
“Somewhere new,” he tells you, pulling you towards him and stealing a kiss, “somewhere quiet.”
He leads you well outside the city limits, the stars glittering like diamonds in the midnight sky. The air is crisp and clean this far away from the city.
Aegon pulls you towards him, hands roaming your body sending pleasurable shivers through your very core. A rumbling noise distracts you suddenly from the pleasurable feeling of his mouth.
“Do you hear that?” you breathe, as Aegon nibbles at the spot below your ear.
“There is no one for miles, my love,” he murmurs, continuing his kisses along your neck.
That is when you hear it, the sharp, unmistakable sound of dragonsong. Not the song of Sunfyre whom you have grown so accustomed to. No, this song is deeper, it shakes the very foundations of the earth beneath your feet.
The light from the moon is covered briefly as Vhagar flies low, preparing for landing. The wind from her wings tears the hood of your cloak from your skull, silver hair blowing freely behind you.
You never had a dragon, though as a baby in the cradle you clutched a rough green egg between your tiny fingers. The hatchling never came forth, and you wept for the majority of your childhood. Aegon always took pity on you and took you flying on Sunfyre’s golden back.
But how you longed for a dragon of your own, your very blood sang with the need for the magical bond of dragon and rider.
Vhagar lands with a roar, the earth trembling below her feet. You tangle your hands in Aegon’s hair, pulling him gently from your neck.
“What is it?” he whines, desperate to keep worshiping you with his mouth.
But you release him, walking towards where the giant she-dragon now lays. She is riderless, Aemond must not have been with her yet this evening. Though you imagine he is not far, probably journeying to this spot now for his nightly flight.
You approach Vhagar cautiously. You were always fond of the war veteran; as someone who admired Queen Visenya, it always took your breath away to stand before the dragon she rode. Vhagar regards you with green eyes, the color of a stone of jade.
You smile at her, holding your hand out to her maw. Her mouth opens, and you can see the dragonfire that brews in the back of her throat.
“Y/N!” Aegon cries, in a panicked voice.
“Dohaeris Vhagar,” you call in Valyrian, “Lykeri.”
The fire fizzles out in Vhagar’s throat, her eyes ever observant at the small Targaryen in front of her. She watches you, waiting for another command.
“What are you doing?” another voice calls, as Aemond makes himself known, dressed in his riding leathers.
“Talking,” you tell him, causing him to frown.
“To my dragon?”
“I think she likes me,” you tell him, smiling.
Aemond’s face twists in anger.
“She is mine.”
“As she is mine,” you quip back.
“You had no right, I claimed her-”
“Y/N has claimed her as well,” Aegon argues, coming to your side once more, “it only makes sense she listens to her as well. You are twins after all.”
You watch Vhagar who simply tilts her head.
“I should like to ride her,” you tell Aemond who shakes his head.
“You shall do no such thing-”
Aegon steps between you.
“Let her,” he says, staring deeply into his brother’s eye.
A challenge.
Aemond glances at his twin, the hopeful expression that rests on her face as she lovingly gazes at Vhagar.
“Not for long,” Aemond says, finally agreeing.
You squeal with glee, throwing your arms around his neck to embrace him. He pats your head affectionately before you make your way to the ropes beginning to climb atop Vhagar’s back. Aemond cannot help the feeling of jealousy that curls in his stomach as he watches your ascent.
Aegon trails behind you, climbing the ropes as well.
Finally seated on the saddle you call out to the dragon.
“Sōvegon, Vhagar!” you call, and Vhagar lunges, moving toward the skies.
King’s Landing fades from view, the candles and torches from windows making the city appear as a mirror to the night sky. You laugh as Vhagar flies higher toward the moon, surely she shall land on top of it.
Aegon watches as you laugh, holding your waist securely all the while, as you lift your arms out as though they are wings as well. As though you are flying, a dragon at last.
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FFXIV Write Entry #9: The Heart of Things
Prompt: fair || Master Post || On AO3
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It is a common element of Gyr Abanian folk stories, particularly the ones told to children, that the wisest and most heroic of characters are the ones bearing heavy scars or twisted features or the sharpest of tongues. One-Eyed Odin lives in the wild heart of the Dimwold, preferring the company of ravens and diakka and her wife to people, but the withered crone will grumblingly lead lost children by the hand back to their villagers as she teaches them the dangers and bounty of the bog, or appear at a wandering war-prince’s campfire, on her way to visit one of her many sisters, to share her hard-won wisdom (and perhaps even offer a token to help him win the day). Her son, Vidar of the Iron Arm, is brave but war-weary, his face a canyon of scars, but his equally scarred hands have gently escorted many a maiden across the mountain paths to the homes of their bridegrooms.
Synnove’s adult, analytical mind knows—or at least suspects, since her scholarly pursuits focus on mathematics and aetherology rather than history and folklore—that such stories likely evolved to teach the children of Gyr Abania to respect the veterans of the many wars and battles their people have fought. War has been the major source of her people’s coin since Ala Mhigo first rose on the shores of Loch Seld over a thousand years ago, and is war not kind to the body or the mind.
Inevitably, many of the villains of her childhood are beautiful: the Queen of Stone and Snow, cruel and capricious as the avalanches that wipe out herds and villages; Roric Silvertongue, whose prowess with a bow and manipulations both leads to the death of three kings before Princess Elysande comes out of the north to reclaim her birthright; Wicked Audr the Facestealer, who sows chaos simply for the joy of it using their thousand and one faces, each one flawless and radiant. Not that the reverse never happens: the Bone Eater is made to be as ugly on the outside as the inside, for example, and even in her old age, One-Eyed Odin’s wife Freyja is the most beautiful woman in Abalathia, and the kindest.
But Gyr Abanian lore, for the most part, warns of a beautiful face and a smooth tongue, and for all that Synnove grew up just as much on Ul’dahn tales which feature the opposite, those are the ones that lurk most often in the back of her mind.
Which is, perhaps, why she is so surprised that she isn’t wary of one Ser Aymeric de Borel.
The man is absurdly handsome and could have stepped off the pages of a storybook with a flawless face, hair as black as pitch, and eyes a clear and icy blue. His voice is a low, smooth tenor, his manners exquisite, his smile a picture-perfect politician’s. The stories of Wicked Audr and Roric Silvertongue hiss at her to beware; the ten years of living in Ul’dah remind her that pretty promises have less pretty prices.
But for all that during that first meeting he plays Alphinaud like a well-tuned fiddle, there’s a thread of earnestness about him. There was no hiding his genuine pleasure at meeting herself and her sisters; no hiding at all the spark of delight when he saw her specifically. That the carbuncles don’t seem to mind him, even like him (well, Galette and Tyr do—Ivar not liking someone is just a fact of life), is certainly a major point in his favor, too.
It’s that meeting in the Jeweled Crozier, the first time she ever sees him outside his office as Lord Commander, where she truly lets herself be charmed. There’s no artifice in his laughter, no scheming in his offer to treat her and Galette to hot chocolate. After the ruin of the Scions during the banquet and the otherwise cold reception she and her family have received from Ishgard outside House Fortemps, his warm regard is a soothing balm.
It isn’t until well into their stay in Ishgard, the conspiracy of the Dragonsong War slowly unraveling, that Synnove has a realization. She has spent a considerable amount of time with Ser Aymeric; they’ve run into one another on errands or various excursions into the city, and he’s come to Fortemps Manor more than once to invite her to a luncheon, or a café, or just a walk around one of the parks. “And Galette, and Tyr, and Ivar, are more than welcome to join if they so want to, of course.”
She is alone in the library she’s commandeered, because there is too much downtime for her to sit idly and not work on arcanima research even without most of her resources on hand, not even the carbuncles present. She is in the middle of drafting a revision to Galette’s Garuda-egi subprogram, when uncharacteristically, her mind begins to wander away from aetherophysics and to the handsome man she had had coffee with just yesterday. His cheerful greeting to their waitress and asking after her family before she took their order, the sparkle of his eyes as he recommended the chocolate torte, the soft rumble of his laugh as she told him about the firt time Ivar decided to take a nap in a working oven, which of course was the bread oven in the Gate mess, the warmth of his smile…
He’s courting me.
Synnove sets down her pen and stares unseeing at the far wall as her mind runs a malm a minute.
She’s never dreamed of romance or courting or marriage. She had just…fallen into her previous relationship, and what a mess that had been. Though, perhaps it wouldn’t have turned so ugly if they had courted properly, getting to know one another, realizing they weren’t much of a good fit after all. (Realizing the carbuncles hadn’t liked her chosen lady at all, and really, that needs to be top of her list for anything.)
She’s certainly never dreamed of an ideal partner, either, be they male or female or other. Her preferences in the rare bedmates she’s had in the past skew towards taller than her and stronger, but that’s not really the same. She supposes if she had to choose, it would be someone with whom she could have a relationship like her Aunt Angharad and Uncle Tyr did, or Grandmother and Grandfather.
Her memories of her childhood in Ala Mhigo are greyed out by time, but she remembers the feeling of those relationships if not the particulars. The comfortable silences between Auntie and Uncle as they leaned into one another, the way Grandfather would lead Grandmother in an impromptu waltz, gentle with her fragile bones as her soft laughter followed them down the halls. The respect, the care, the love. The work they had put into it.
Synnove thinks of how Ser Aymeric asks her questions about her job as an arcanist; he doesn’t always understand the high theory she has a tendency to segue into when she speaks more of her research than her duty as an agent of the thalassocracy, but he listens, and asks more questions to clarify. She thinks of his enthusiasm when she asks about him about a favorite book, or the soft, fond grief when she gently inquires about his parents, or the thin thread of frustration when he speaks on the stagnation of Ishgard's society. She thinks of the way the timber of his voice sends butterflies fluttering in her stomach, the way his midnight hair sometimes falls into his lovely blue eyes when he tilts his head and winks at her, the way he gently kisses her knuckles in greeting or departure. She thinks of how utterly delighted he was when Galette decided she was going to ride on his shoulders one day in the park, his chest puffing out with pride as he described the history of the rose gardens to them.
She thinks of it all, of what it could mean for her and for him and for them. She thinks of all the stories she was told as a child where a beautiful face could lead to ruin, but also the ones that say it didn’t matter if the face was beautiful or ugly, just that the heart was kind and just. She thinks of all the work it would take to make a Lord Commander and a Warrior of Light fit.
It would be worth it.
Synnove thinks of it all, and smiles.
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The tale of thy kind is one of avarice, treachery, and death─and thou wouldst speak to me of peace? Hark thee, mortal, to the naked truth...then tell me thou deservest forgiveness!Hraesvelgr: Twelve hundred years ago, my beloved Shiva's sacrifice served to bring an end to the war 'twixt man and dragon, paving the way for an age of peace and cooperation.
Two centuries of harmony were to follow, during which time the Elezen learned much about us, not least that the eyes of a great wyrm are the wellspring of his strength. 'Twas out of the selfish desire to possess this strength that King Thordan then conspired to undo all that our peoples had achieved together.
With the aid of his leal knights, that most noble of Elezen lured my brood-sister Ratatoskr into an ambush, and took from her that which he craved. Fain would I strike the image from my mind, yet still the scene doth linger─of my brood-sister's tattered corpse, defiled by her Elezen allies. They had torn out her eyes, and feasted upon them in the manner of wild beasts.
Yet that was not all, for from their bloody banquet, the fiends had gained strength beyond that of mortal men... Even now, I labor to comprehend the enormity of their betrayal. Nidhogg was the first to learn of the atrocity, and he took to the skies, hungry for vengeance.
But though he slew Thordan and some few of his knights, their fellow butchers knew only too well where to aim their spears, and with now-practiced savagery, they set about my brood-brother, sending him flailing from the field... Such is the truth the Holy See would keep hidden. Such was the beginning of the Dragonsong War. 'Tis a song my kind shall ne'er forget, e'en should ten thousand years pass and Ishgard crumble into dust.
Your tale bears scant resemblance to the one I was taught. How convenient that it should absolve your kind of all responsibility. But tell me, dragon: why should I believe your version of events?
What thou choosest to believe is immaterial. The betrayal that yet haunts mine every waking moment is no less than the truth to my kind. And Nidhogg meaneth for Thordan's people to suffer for this sin till the end of days.
That which thou imaginest a war of extinction is but a punishment─a siege of the spirit. Hast thou not seen those who tire of the torment? Those who abandon their own and side with dragonkind?
Ishgard's so-called heretics...
Know that all the traitors' progeny bear a trace of Ratatoskr's essence. But a single sip of our blood is enough to awaken it...
Then...the seed lies within us...?
'Tis for this reason that those who abandon their loyalties are rewarded with a drink. And thus are they transformed, to join the ranks of Nidhogg's ever-growing army as newborn dragons. One by one, through death or defection, my brood-brother shall account for all of the betrayers' children...
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Beyond the Wall looms a nightmare. North and north and north, there marches death, its skeletal maw widening to swallow them whole. Anyone or anything with hot blood behind the wall of ice is lost to them now—dead things in the forest, dead things in the water, cold and haunted and brittle.
To the south is a different sort of horror, a sister to its northern counterpart. Kings and war and the dying sigh of autumn in the face of cruel winter wage for control of the realm. This is death of a different sort—bloody and cruel and achingly mortal in its limitations.
He knows he is trapped between two terrible things masquerading as a choice, when there is no choice at all. How can there be when both endings are the same? Death embraced him once. It will take him again, by ice or by fire.
Come home, the dreams continue to call.
Stay, the nightmares continue to purr.
And there is something new in the night, the voices of those begging him to come home now joined with strange dragonsong. A woman—no, a girl, of an age with him—emerges from the fiery sea, serpentine shadows the size of mountains at her side. Her eyes are the color of twilight and legend but it is the only part of her face he can see. The rest is shifting, silvery shadows made of blood and fire.
Come to me, the girl begs, reaching for him. Fight with me.
Stay and fight, the cold within him hisses, its frozen chains clinging to him, dragging him back. Stay and die.
He does not sleep much anymore.
— WIP snippet from ‘where ruin also exists’, in which I try to write a post-Dance ficlet without having read Dance in years 😮💨
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DRAGONSONG: draft 2 update: 07/01
previous word count: 8,383
current word count: 13,072 (4,689 added)
notes: well, Isi has now quit her job, but she is not done encountering The Consequences. the king is very much Not Happy with her. also, shoutout to the random background character i named Lawrence, and Murphy the cat. (Murphy the cat got spooked when a small earthquake caused a vase to shatter, and Isi had to rescue him from the roof)
snippet: [tw for a mention of ceremonial self-harm]
“Isi…” whispered Robin. It carried in the silent room.
He didn’t want her to do this. She didn’t want to do this either, but she had orders to follow. She had sworn an oath promising just that. She could not disobey.
She closed her eyes. In her mind, she was eighteen years old again, kneeling before the throne and gashing her palm with a ceremonial dagger. With blood dripping down her hand, she had sworn to follow her king’s orders and uphold the law… and to protect the innocent.
What was more innocent than a baby? Enya’s only crime was being in the wrong place, and if anyone was to blame for that, it was Isi.
When she opened her eyes, it was to see the king leaning forward on his throne, watching her intently. Behind him, every eye was trained on her. He had given her an order.
She cast the sword aside. It rang on the stone floor, but the sound seemed suddenly very far away. Blood roared in Isi’s ears. She lifted her chin. “No.” One word, but it cut the silence like a blade.
“Excuse me?” The king’s voice was soft and smooth, but there was a tone of danger beneath it.
“I said no, your majesty. I will not do this. I swore to defend the innocent, and I will not murder a baby.” She squared her shoulders. Just as she had not had it in her to take Enya’s life the day she found her, she could not bring herself to do it now.
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Currently reading from the library:
An Absolutely and Remarkable Thing by Hank Green
Little Thieves by Margaret Owen
All Our Hidden Gifts by Caroline O'Donoghue
Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White
Only a Monster by Vanessa Len
The Year My Life Went Down the Toilet by Jake Maia Arlow
The Witch King by H.E. Edgmon
Dragonsong by Anne McCaffrey
Sir Callie and the Champions of Helston by Esme Symes-Smith
Turtles All the Way Down by John Green
Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger
Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle
Furysong by Rosaria Munda
A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Foz Meadows
Also you can't see it but Machi loves to hang out behind them. He sleeps against them.
See any you like? Any you think I should prioritize? Any you want to hear my thoughts about?
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The Heretic And The Legatus
"So, Tara. Tell me about your war? You know all about mine, but I must confess, my education didn't really cover the wars in Ishgard."
Cradled in the Elezen's arms, Vergilia Corculum looks up at her girlfriend's face, a gentle smile on her lips.
A heavy sigh escapes the Ishgardian's lips. "I'm not even sure where to begin. You really know nothing of the Dragonsong War?"
Snuggling closer to Taraine's warm body, Vergilia shakes her head. "Nothing. My Legion was posted in Garlemald proper. I know that Regulus's Legion was deployed to Ishgardian lands - he likely knew more."
"Alright. I will give you the history, from my perspective. Least I can do to try to educate an outlander like you," Taraine teases, her voice light.
"How kind this savage is!" Vergilia mocks back, eyes dancing. "Truly, I have found the kindest savage in all this lawless land."
Laughing, low and sardonic, Taraine pulls her lover closer. "Alright. So as a child, I was taught that the War began after Nidhogg - unprovoked and unjustified - attacked Ishgard, and King Thordan and his Knights Twelve..."
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"So, having drank the dragon blood... You can now assume a draconic form?"
A pillar of smoke enshrouds the Elezen's form, resolving into the shape of a large, scaled figure. Vergilia stares upwards, her eyes wide, as her mouth works silently.
"So... You're still Taraine?"
A laugh - much deeper, shaking the ground - escapes through draconic fangs. "Yes. I am still Taraine. But you remember how I told you I was genderfluid?"
"Ah - You are male in this form?"
"Yes. And female in my Elezen body. Both are equally my 'real' body, but I am a man like this and a woman like that."
"I understand, dearest Taraine. Do not fret."
The silence stretches for a moment before Vergilia steps closer, gently resting a hand on her boyfriend's scales. Silently, Taraine reaches one of his claws out, gently running it along Vergilia's arm.
Silence surrounds the couple as they stare at each other, the cool air surrounding them as they gaze at one another.
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These screens were a gift from my off-tumblr friend! I wanted to explore this ship more.
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The Ultimates are pretty much the same story base as everything else you get from the Wandering Minstrel, it's just that he gets a bit lost in the sauce with them
Until Dragonsong's Reprise that is, where he tells you that your WoL's desire to have saved Haurchefant would've lead to a bad future where Thordan rips the dragon eyes out of Estinien, killing him
They will then watch Alphinaud lose his mind and desperately try to drag his friend's body to safety, only to get utterly obliterated by Thordan's transformation into the Dragon King - who they kill in vengeance, ending the war at much greater personal cost.
He then turns it into an aesop about grief and letting go while your WoL presumably stares at him like this
because even when people try and comfort them it's terrifying
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FFXIV Write Day #29 - Contravention
I couldn't think of much for this prompt again, so it took me a while but it's here. Lord Commander's guilt I suppose? Of course he gets some.
The long, late hours of the night were enough for his thoughts to sink into a dark, negative side. His thoughts of his past actions. His brash actions to end the dragonsong war. Asking the warrior of light to commit patricide in place of him. A contravention in any way, something that he asked someone else to do.
“The nights aren’t good for grave thoughts, Lord Commander,” a familiar voice rang out. Aymeric turned his head to the sound of the voice, surprised at the side of the orange-haired woman entering his office in his manor.
“Sileas? Weren’t you asleep…?”
“She is. ‘I’ am resting well. Comfortable, even.”
Scanning over her appearance, he noticed the only difference Sileas had. Her appearance remained the same, her hair let down with a simple ribbon bundling the end, dressed in the same nightgown she went to bed in. The only difference was the glowing red eyes she had, a sign he knew that “they” were awake in place of her.
“You should return to bed. I am fine.”
“You’re not. Thinking about the choices you’ve made again?”
“How could you tell?”
“I noticed you hadn’t gone to bed, and was worried that she would start to worry if she knew. And your mumbling could be heard from outside the door.”
“My apologies. I disrupted your rest.”
“Perhaps you could share your troubles in the dark of the night?”
“It would be a burden to both of you, my dear.”
She strolled into his office, approaching his desk slowly, and leaning onto his desk.
“And you would suffer alone? The both of you are terrible at expressing yourselves.”
“She has her troubles to go through, too.”
“Like worrying about how you feel.”
Aymeric’s thoughts were disrupted by her words, avoiding her gaze awkwardly.
“Tell me, Lord Commander. Then tell her again, when she wakes. We’ll gladly listen.”
He sighed, taking a sip of the drink beside him. This version of Sileas was more straightforward than she ever would be.
“I’m once again feeling the guilt of requesting her to commit my crimes in the past.”
“When we killed King Thordan? It was a relief for me, at least. Finally taking my revenge for Haurchefant. A man like that deserved to die, for the suffering he caused.”
“I could have done it by my hand, Sileas.”
“And what then? You suffering from the guilt of murder? On top of the guilt for causing the change in Ishgard?”
“It would have been less of a burden for you.”
“It wouldn’t have been any less for us. I…we, have killed many in the name of survival. One after another, so much until I was formed. To take her away from all of this so we needn’t hurt more. But she’s still here.”
“I…I do not wish for you to suffer more.”
“She’s made her choice, and her conviction remains strong. She knows that her suffering will continue with the Telephoroi on the rise. She’d be happy for your concern and love. That’s all she needs. And I’ll say it again. You’ve made the right choice.”
He was always encouraged by her. He knew that all too well. Every day, she showed him with kindness and excitement over his work and efforts to develop the country. Getting out of his chair, he embraced the lady before him, relieved to know the cynical side of her was also supportive of her no matter the situation.
“I’m sorry. I should be coming to you more with my troubles.”
“I know what she’s thinking, and she’ll be glad to hear you out. I am grateful to you for making her happy. Promise me you’ll hear her troubles out too.”
“I will. Thank you for giving me the courage to move forward.”
Taking the lady’s hand, he escorted her back to their bedchambers, deciding to rest for the night. Drowning in his worries was not good for him, seeing how he was quickly exhausted.
“So now you’ll go to sleep, Lord Commander?” she teased.
“It seemed like the right time, my dear.”
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Oh I never posted my thoughts on FF16 after finishing it, did I.
It was good. Very good.
Soken for Best Soundtrack and Ben Starr for Best VA at the game awards pls.
Crazy how this is the first mainline game that feels like a complete experience from one man's vision since... FF10? (from what I've read and heard anyway, I started it for the first time a few days ago)
Maybe 11 if we want to count the MMOs. Still, that's around 20 years of troubled developments until we got 16. Not to say the finished product was perfect tech-wise, performance issues are unforgivable for a PS5 exclusive. I get the XIV engine is built on spaghetti but if a game makes you feel genuinely nauseous during exploration then something went wrong. Of course during combat it's all hunky dory and runs very smoothly but it leaves an unforgettable sour taste in your mouth.
Aside from that it's a high recommendation from me. The story I'd put up there with Heavensward (& Dragonsong). Shadowbringers remains the king of FF stories but that was to be expected. We need to clone Ishikawa's brain, that mad lass.
Oh and when I say Starr deserves all the awards I mean it. Holy shit. He revealed during interviews he lost his dad and grandad during development and you can hear it in his acting when tragedy strikes Clive. That one scene before the final fight left me shaken to my core.
In fact, all the VAs deserve major credit. Highlights are Yndis (Benedikta), Ineson (Cid), Clarke (Dion), and Fielding (Jill) who gave every scene their all and it puts most voice performances in games to shame. Dubs or otherwise.
I might post more the next time I feel like rambling, but I had a great time with the game.
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bc lestat @macarensesangles asked, here are all the dæmon headcanons i have for the ffxiv characters :)
Thancred - flying squirrel named Torthred. the nutkin that follows him around. Squirrels in medeival times represented industriousness, but also biting off more than you can chew. Thancred is also a spy, and a small, surreptitious dæmon capable of gliding is good for the job. He's warmer than Thancred, and generally has gotten over himself where Thancred hasn't.
Y'Shtola - a king eider named Virgil. She's a witch, and all witches have flying bird dæmons. Ducks are symbols of rejuvination, spring, and loyalty-- they were also associated with Penelope, Odysseus' wife and her namesake. He voices Y'shtola's more ruthless, straightforward side-- he's wont to measure things by occam's razor.
Urianger - a tawny owl named Pruneta. Owls are associated with Minerva of course, as a symbol of wisdom and strategy. Often plays translator for him, hilariously, putting Urianger's flowery language into plain (well, plainer) english.
Alphinaud - settles into a parrot during Heavensward. Her name is Angeleaux. Parrots represented wit and intelligence, but also a foolhardiness-- someone who likes to hear themself talk. Angeleaux was exactly as self-assured and pompous as Alphinaud was too. It was a bad sign that they were so often in agreement. After she settles, she becomes a lot less bossy, but still has an impulsive boyish streak to her.
Alisaie - settles into a wildcat during Stormblood. His name is Aloyscius. Wildcats represented ferocity and nobility, as well as witchcraft. He's a total spitfire and loves arguing with Alisaie. The two are frequently at odds, both desiring to leap into action but not agreeing on how. Through Dragonsong into Stormblood they learn to compromise more, and to look before they leap. He has a girlish sheepishness to him, like Alisaie gushing to Tesleen about the Warrior in The Inn at Journey's End.
Tataru - a cairn terrier, like Toto from the Wizard of Oz. Tataru is a servant of the story, making sure everything runs smoothly. He's a bit more of a warrior than Tataru is, standing up for her and others, and like Tataru he's an all-arounder, good at most things in a pinch.
G'raha - a charming hummingbird named Athanasius. Hummingbirds represent the nobility and warriors of the Aztec empire, as they were associated with Huitzilopochtli, the god of the sun and war. This would allude to G'raha's princely lineage. As the Exarch, since his dæmon would be a dead giveaway as to his identity, Athanasius hides under his hood and the Exarch pretends he is not a person at all, merely a construct of the Crystal Tower. G'raha is already dorky and emotional and vulnerable, and Athanasius makes it all the more apparent. When G'raha wants to be responsible and focused, Athanasius darts around to anything that will interest him, desperate to sate his endless curiosity.
Ryne - A Honduran white bat named Godelieve. Bats are associated with witchcraft and scrying. Honduran white bats are very small with golden wings, giving an impression of a miniature sin eater.
Estinien - a salamander named Yves. They were thought to be born of fire and immune to its flames, perfect for someone tested by the hardships of life and associated with the blood of dragons. Originally I thought a horse would be good for Estinien, but I figured it'd be hard to do those flips with a horse dæmon.
Haurchefant - a turtledove, also known as a mourning dove. Perfect for a doomed romantic such as himself. A plain, common dove is also good for communicating someone locked out of nobility.
Zenos - a Komodo dragon named Slibinas. The process that made Zenos a resonant severed her from him. :(
Varis - a grey wolf named Sallustia. She's a fucking piece of work.
Emet-Selch - an unsettled dæmon, as all the Unsundered have. Her name is Agesander. As Solus zos Galvus, she took the form of a lammergeier (bearded vulture) and still prefers this shape, though also is inclined towards snow leopard, ewe, the tamarin, and chimera. She also does not have any limit on distance of how far she can travel from him. Lammergeiers are associated with the mythical Huma bird, an immortal bird who was said to never land, and to watch humanity from afar. Agesander is Emet-Selch's shoulder-devil, essentially, taking devil's advocate positions whenever possible. She carries with her Emet's Tempering, and thus expresses priorities related to Zodiark. She's also just as fussy and bitchy, and enjoys a good argument.
CANON CHARACTER MIRANDA FOIGEL - unsettled at the start of ShB, his name is Mulciber. He's much more tender and optimistic, compromising Miranda's cagey and cynical disposition-- the sweet kid that they so desperately try to not be. He tends to take plain, practical forms, and eventually settles as a river otter or a porcupine. Haven't decided.
Venat - Also technically unsettled, it's just-- it's argos, man. You know argos. The only thing more unsettling about this dog was that if it could talk.
Hermes - Meteion is his dæmon :(
Aymeric - he gets the horse. A white stallion, Ishgard's pride and joy.
Merlwyb - Bottlenose dolphin
Kan-E-Senna - White elk
Nanamo - Savannah hare
Raunahn - Sable Antelope
Ilberd - Barbary Lion
Gaius - arctic wolf
Nero - common jackal
The Chais - lovebirds, the both of them.
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Elione Paigine (34)
Former Dragoon from Ishgard
Backstory:
Before the events of A Realm Reborm, Elione was a very skilled Dragoon. Most people said she was nearly on the level of Estinien himself. While the Dragonsong War was still ongoing, she was hired as a mercenary to kill heretics that were convoluting against the Holy See. While traveling across the land on orders of the King, she saw Bahamut get released from his cage. His rage roared loud enough to be heard from Ishgard. The moment she saw his blast, everything went dark. It was like she saw her life flashed before her eyes.
The battle was over but she was out cold. Her body was severely injured and could barely move. Thankfully, a group of Conjurers were out on patrol and saw the body and rescued her. She was grateful for them but wanted to return to Ishgard. However, due to the Battle of Carteneau, nobody could really travel. So, she stayed and decided to learn from the Conjurer's Guild. She was an expert with the lance but was not fully recovered to wield it.
So, she stayed and decided to learn from the Conjurer's Guild. She was an expert with the lance but was not fully recovered to wield it. E-Sumi-Yan was genuinely surprised on how fast she learned conjurer, he called her a natural talent. But she thought it wasn't anything special. Years later, she reunites with Haurchefant and finds out about the WoL and the events in Ul'Dah. She asked him to put in the word that she is alive and well and to take her to the city along with the WoL and her crew.
While traveling with the WoL, She learned that all she knew about the Dragonsong War was a lie. She helped the Holy See fuel the war for longer by killing the "heretics" in their name. She joined the WoL and the Crew in the Vault to confront them, but they were too late. And for that price she lost someone severely close to her.
Elione made a vow on Haurchefant's name. To kill the Knights of the Round and Thordan herself and herself alone. And in no surprise, she came out victorious in the end. Her rage carried her throughout the whole fight, ignoring her wounds and all. She promised that she would kill them all as a final bout of her revenge.
After the events of Heavensward, she rested herself for another day. She knew her sins were carry her for as long as she lived. So, she did everything her power to help others as a Dragoon and White Mage. Elione overheard that the Scions were going to Asys La and begged if she can join them, to confront Tiaamet. When she reached there, she talked with Tiamet about the lies and pain she has dealt with for years. She does her best to understand Tiaamet's suffering and ask of her to lend her strength so that she can protect the people she loves. Tiaamet understood well and lent them their strength and now she has the power of Tiaamet inside of her.
Personality:
Initially coming off as a cold, harsh woman, spending time with her shows she is soft at heart, someone who wants to help people heal and get better. She still feels guilt over the years that she has done and sometimes go into a depression. Elione knows that she needs to pick herself back up to still continue to protect people.
Main Class:
Dragoon
White Mage
Astrologian
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv screenshots#ffxiv wol#elezen#ff14#ffxiv gpose#gposers#ffxiv elezen#Elione Paigine
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