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mythriteshah · 6 months

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Pg. 7: Dragonsong Robe

MODEL: Thiji sor Higuri

Against all odds and every circumstance, the Satrap of Radz-at-Han had successfully liberated his dearest sister from the horrors of the Thirteenth shard. In a poetic twist of irony, Lady Azdaja - who shepherded her erstwhile brother Vrtra throughout Etheirys's history - now walks (and flies) among the children of Thavnair in a new form. This was necessary, however, for Lord Vrtra would sacrifice one of his own eyes to grant his sister a corporeal body, that she may witness the hard work her brother had done in her centuries-long absence.

In commemoration of this incredible event, the Higuri Regalia and White Wings (@lizardywizard) would reconvene to deliberate on a design to close off their fashion line, and after many moons, they would come to a decision: an armored robe, woven with, and forged in, the most exquisite Hannish fabrics and metals, dyed in the smaragdine and sanguine hues of the two rulers of Radz-at-Han.

The Dragonsong Robe is the final piece to close off this dedication to the First Brood - finishing at long last with Azdaja. Made exclusively with Thavnairian materials, this Near Eastern ensemble provides both form and function; protection and mobility. Despite sharing likenesses of Lord Vrtra, this was intended as Ser Dione Averre wanted for this attire to serve as a symbol of the loving bond shared between kin. The two scaled leather strips of Vanadinite wrap around the wearer's chest, whilst an additional assortment of silvery scales coil the rest of the body.

Honoring their shared past, the robe is further adorned with a single armored pauldron, modeled after Lady Azdaja's former visage as a great wyrm. A clawed hand grasps the wearer's other shoulder in a protective gesture - a reminder of the devotion these two share, and a promise of safety as the two watch over one another. Two orbs of "Gilded Giantsgall" line the cuffs of each sleeve, shaped like a dragon's eyes that further honor the sacrifice of Lord Vrtra to assure his sister's safe return.

The Diamond Sultan himself, Thiji Higuri, was chosen as the model for this penultimate garb, and has been dubbed an emissary of dragonkind for his service. Despite being seldom seen in any colors that aren't ice blue or silver-white (least of all, red), such trifles are unfounded as the Dragonsong Robe plays a greater role not only in the realm of high fashion, but in the continued relations of man and dragon. As such, he has considered this a proud addition to his wardrobe.

Midgardsormr, Great Father of Dragons, may rest easier now knowing that half of his beloved kin yet live. The Dragonsong Robe is no doubt a welcome and satisfying conclusion to this clothing line, for Radz-at-Han prospers once more. Pick one up today and be honored in the annals of Hannish fashion - and be safe knowing that you are watched over and loved!

(Credit and thanks to https://sapphrix.carrd.co/ for the creation of this masterpiece!)

#thiji higuri #higuri regalia #ffxiv #high fashion #fashion #ffxiv a realm reborn #lalafell #pib catalogue #ffxiv rp #haute couture #dragonsong war #dragonsong couture #thavnairian #radz at han #azdaja #6.5 spoilers #varshahn #final fantasy xiv #vrtra

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dragonsong-armistice · 10 months

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The Dragonsong Armistice Day Festival is tomorrow! We're excited to see all of you and your dragon friends for our second annual festival in Ishgard.

Schedule:

1pm EST/10am PST- Remembrance service in St Reynaud's Cathedral in the Pillars, Ishgard

1:30pm EST/10:30am PST- Parade in Ward 1 of Empyreum

2-4pm EST/11-1pm PST- Street Market in the Jeweled Crozier

4-6pm EST/1-3pm PST- Gladiatorial combat in Foundation, near the Aetheryte and our lovely sponsor, Rowena's House of Splendors' merchant

6-8pm EST/3-5pm PST- Jousting in Falcon's Nest airship landing

8-10pm EST/5-7pm PST- Ball and reception at Empyreum Ward 24, Plot 52

#ffxiv rp #ishgard #ff14 rp #dragonsong armistice day #ffxiv rp event #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #dragonsong war

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itsmeishmi · 3 months

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Thinking about DSU Again :3c

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #shmiart #final fantasy #endwalker #ff14 #dragonsong's reprise #dragonsong war #hraesvelgr #dragon

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houserosaire · 10 months

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Junelezen Day 22: Harvest

This cold and bitter harvest is the only one in which I have ever taken part.

#junelezen 2023 #junelezen #Silvaineaux #Dragonsong War

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autumnslance · 1 year

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Bearing Sins of the Past

“Aeryn faced Nidhogg himself, and fights gods, eldritch sorcerers, rampaging alien machines, and Twelve only knows what else when not thrashing Imperials. Why is this dragon cause to fear?”

“Because she’ll know Aeryn the moment she catches her scent. And I’m not sure what the effects of the bond between them will be.”

“What bond? What are you talking about?”

The story of the dragon Avengret and her ties to Warrior of Light Aeryn Striker's family are now (finally!) on Ao3, starting with:

Chapter 1 Baleful Tidings

All of the original FFXIV Write prompts have been revised, re-ordered, lines and scenes shuffled around, and a few new chapters have even been added. I'll keep the original prompts as-is. This took far longer than I meant to, given life, other writing projects, and Endwalker.

My 2021 FFXIV Master List

#Final Fantasy XIV #Ao3 #Lyn Writing #Lyn Edits #FFXIVWrite2021 #Shadowbringers #Dragonsong War #Dragons #Dragoon #Alberic Bale #Estinien Varlineau #Heustienne de Vimaroix #X'rhun Tia #Avengret #Corran Striker #Aeryn Striker #Bearing Sins of the Past

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melimatters · 8 months

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Final Fantasy Write 2023: FAIR

Setting: Just post final steps of faith

FAIR

CW: Death, blood

Light, there was a light of some sort that Melisande could see through her weak, and pained eyes. She wasn’t sure what time it was, or even how long she had been out. The last thing she could accurately recall was being carried to her room in Fortemps manor by a pair of the Dragoons and laid to rest in her bed, and then the warm warmth of hands and the healing magicks that Alphinaud laid on her body.

She opened her eyes gingerly and tried to take stock of her surroundings, it was nightfall, the room was dark, save the single lone flickering candle on her bedside table, its amber glow allowing just enough visibility should someone need to come into the room, but not enough for there to be any disturbance to Melisande in her slumber.

Any chance of this being just a bad dream was laid to rest as the pain began to settle in force, apparently it was waiting her for her to be mostly alert before rearing its ugly head.

With great ease she moved her body into a sitting position, everything ached, she felt as if she had been hammered with a series of stone clubs, battering her very being.

She remembered a feeling like this before, similar with the firelight and the battering, but she couldn’t place it, perhaps just another out of reach memory from her past she thought bitterly.

Pain wracked her frail body as she tried to move more than a couple of inches, she gasped and slumped back on the pillow heavy but short breaths pressing through what remained of her lungs. It seemed as if she didn’t have any broken bones, a small mercy, and no doubt a product of Alphinaud’s healing, he had come a long way in that regard since they originally met, twas a good thing in Melisande’s expert opinion.

She tried again to sit up, this time with more success, and propped herself up against the ornate headboard that adorned the large fluffy bed in her room.

Minutes passed, her head becoming clearer by the moment, she then noted the glass of water by her bedside and with great ease lifted it to her parched lips and took a gentle sip. The cold wet of the water felt exquisite, the same way she felt about a good wine in normal times.

A gentle knock at the door broke her thoughts as she turned towards it, her neck stiff and sore.

“Melisande?” a feminine voice said softly “Are you awake?”

The Hyur woman checked her state of dress under the blanket, she was in small clothes covered by a long white linen shift. At least she was decent, a good thing in her books if visitors were to make their appearance.

“Yes..” Her pained and parched voice rasped, she was going to need a lot more cold water before she sounded remotely back to normal.

“May I come in?”

“Of…course..” she said gently.

The door opened and a small Lalafel woman dressed all in pink stood in the doorway, her face a look of both relief and concern.

“Twelve…” Tataru chimed, the weight of her voice indicated that Melisande’s awake condition had been far from a guaranteed thing. “We weren’t sure when or if you would wake fully!

Melisande attempted to sit up straighter but her body once again slumped “How long has it been?” she asked, her voice regaining some of its strength.”

“Ummmmm…nearly four days…”

“Four days?” She responded with a mild amount of shock in her voice “I have been unconscious that long?”

“Yes, we tended your wounds as best we could, and were able to at least get some broth down your throat with great care. I am so glad to see you alive.”

“Yet further proof this isn’t just a painful nightmare. Where are the girls! Are they-” Melisande exclaimed pain searing through her throat and lungs before being cut off by Tataru.

“Fine, they are both fine, home now, and working the hospital most of the time, such brave lasses to deal with so much death and suffering.” The Lalafel woman’s voice halting suddenly.

“What else Tataru? There is more, isn't there? Just out with it please.”

“Levemont was felled in the dragons first attack, when she found his corpse it was burned nearly beyond recognition.” Tataru said, pain evident in every word “Altani, she has been a wreck ever since, her work at the hospital has kept her busy, but K’yla says she hears her sobbing at night.”

Meliande winced and her heart fell.

Levemont, her eldest adopted daughter’s first love, the two of them had been a rather intense thing, he had been a good lad, and treated Altani with all the respect due a lady of a high house, no matter her race. Melisande had always worried that her daughter’s heart might get broken with it being her first love, but never could she have imagined this.

“Can you help me get dressed?”

“Are you crazy? You just woke, by all rights you shouldn’t get up for days yet!” Tataru responded with firmness in her voice Melisande had rarely if ever heard.

“Altani is going to need me, I can’t just lie here.”

“Then I’ll go get her!” Tataru shot back “And K’yla as well, they will both be glad of seeing you conscious.”

Melisande nodded gravely, she knew that getting up would be foolish “The sooner the better please.”

Tataru nodded and trotted out swiftly, Melisande could hear her calling the girl’s names, telling them to come quickly.

Before long K’yla came rushing into the room, her brown hair tied back in a messy bun, her emerald green eyes flooding with tears, she looked weary and pained “Mom, thank the fury you are ok!” The girl began to rush to Melisande’s side as if to tackle her in a hug but thought better of it. K’yla kneeled down and reached out a hand, laying it over her mother’s ever so gently.

“Were you hurt at all sweetheart.” Meliande said, even through the pain her concern for her children was evident.

“A few scrapes from throwing myself to the ground as the dragon’s rained fire from the sky, but not much else.”

The two sat in silence for a few moments, hands entwined “How is your sister?”

K’yla rocked back and took a crossed legged pose on the floor “Not well, she is working hard in the hospital, but she cries all the time in her room, nothing I do will help, I can’t make her laugh or anything!” The Mi’qote girl sobbed “I just want to take her pain away!”

Melisande squeezed her daughter’s small hand “I know, twelve I know, but this is a pain that she is going to need to get through on her own, all we can do is support her. Where is she?”

“In her room, I don’t know if she even heard aunt Tataru.”

That was enough for Melisande, she groaned loudly as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and placed her hands on her daughter’s shoulders for stability. She heard Tataru rush into the room, the small Lalafel woman stood in the doorway with an exasperated look on her face, and carrying one of Edmont’s canes with her.

“If you must do this, then at least allow yourself a little grace of support please.” Tataru said as she handed the cane to Melisande “Also mind you the sutures in your side, they are still healing.” The Hyur woman nodded and eased herself towards the door, one hand on the cane and the other on K’yla’s shoulder.

They stepped out of the room and down the hallway to where Altani’s room was, they saw Artoriel standing outside a deep sadness on his face.

“I would tell you to go back to bed, but I am guessing you have heard the news?”

Melisande nodded gravely. The Elzen man stepped up to her and laid a hand on her free shoulder, then placed it upon K’yla’s.

“Come with me dear, I think your mother is going to need some time alone with your sister.”

K’yla nodded, and while she clearly didn’t want to let go of Melisande she followed her uncle’s lead and they proceeded down the wide spiral staircase at the heart of the manor.

Melisande opened the door to her daughter’s room gently, she saw Altani staring out of her window, tears rolling down her face and onto her scales, glistening in the light of the full moon, the lovely mane of white hair in a tangled mess pulled into a impromptu tail.

“Why?! Why him?!” Altani wailed as she became aware of her mother’s presence “What did he do, why did her die?”

Melisande stepped over to her daughter gingerly carefully wrapping her arms around the tiny Auri girl’s shoulders, every movement hurt, and per Tataru’s warning she could feel the sutures straining on her sides as she raised her arms to embrace her daughter.

“Sometimes there isn’t a reason for these things, they just happen.”

“That isn’t fair!” Altani said wheeling around to her mother, he didn’t do anything wrong in his life, he was such a good person.”

Melisande felt tears welling in her own eyes “Altani, I wish there was something I could say to make it all better, and I know how much it hurts right now. But believe me when I say that there wasn’t anything you could have done.”

“You could have let me fight with him! You didn’t have to keep me in the back, maybe I could have saved him!”

Squeezing her daughter tighter Melisande felt the pain aching in her body “And your life given for his, he would be feeling the same way you do now. This is war my love, and it isn’t fair, it never has been.”

Altani slumped into her mother’s arms “When will it stop hurting?” she sobbed

“In time, one painful day at a time. But we will be with you the whole way.” Melisande said grasping her daughter’s shoulders ever tightly “the whole way.

-Fin-

#ffxiv #ff14 writing #ffxivwrite2023 #altani mol #k'yla mitran #ffxiv oc #melisande atteron #first love hurts the most #dragonsong war

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tea-and-conspiracy · 2 years

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Prompt 2: Bolt

Bells, bells, bells. It was impossible to hear over the clamor of the bells.

Mother’s voice sounded as below water: “Swiftly, now! Swiftly! Don’t let go of his hand!”

She towed the twins along at a bard’s pace, their hands in one of her own and her skirts in the other. The shopping had to be abandoned in the middle of the Crozier; there was no time for material goods now.

Eliane glanced back. What she’d first thought were clouds on the horizon had materialized into black wyverns instead. The wards must have faltered again; somehow the dragons always managed to find holes in them.

They poured in like angry bees, screaming and scattering in every direction. The Knights Dragoon appeared from everywhere and nowhere in turn, launching from shadowed spires like obsidian darts. Then came the Dragonkillers, clattering and flashing as they wheeled about. Eliane clamped her ears as the nearest ballista fired in a bombast of steam and chain.

Even years later, she was never really sure why she chose that moment to look up – just in time to see the bolt strike true. To watch the way the dragon’s chest caved in as the brutal barbs punched through its body; to hear the bone and sinew crack and the muscle fibers tear; to stare wide-eyed as blood rained from above down upon the cobblestones, upon her. Time seemed to slow as the dragon wrenched backwards, contorting in shock and in pain. She watched its ember eyes go round, watched its jaw drop, watched its talons curl in agony.

But the sound it gave. The sound.

Somehow she didn’t just hear it roar this time. She felt it in her heart, in her soul. What’d normally been a cacophony to her ears sounded like nothing but a song of misery and agony – and the dragon’s brothers and sisters keened in response. Such sorrow. Such rage. Such hate.

Eliane trembled. It was suddenly impossible to tell their emotions from her own. Her heart plummeted; tears pooled in her eyes.

And then came Mother’s voice from beneath the ocean again. Olivie yanked her back to reality and into the safety of the cathedral, where nuns appeared with holy water to wash the cursed blood from her face.

This too shall pass, the priests assured them, as they ushered fleeing families to safety.

But Eliane felt the song reverberate in her soul long after the dragons had fled.

#ffxivwrite2022 #eliane dufresne #eliane requingris #ishgard #dragonsong war

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mirageofthecrystal · 2 years

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Junelezen 2022 - Day 9 I Floor the Horde

"Vengeance is a festering wound, spreading its rots the longer it is allowed to persist. Hatred is a plague, in the way that it can infect all others who come in contact with it, succumbing to it, and letting it consume them, lest they partake in a salve of mercy and compassion. And love is something intangible, indescribable, and yet when you know its touch, it is a feeling most undeniable. And by the blade of loss, which can cut through the bonds of love and life with a swiftness, can all good things be turned rotten, bringing forth an era of pain and sorrow.

These words, these thoughts, these feelings, they are a tangled web nestled within my mind as I recount the struggles of my people, finally ended with third death brought down upon mighty and relentless Nidhogg. We treat with dragons as friends and possible allies for the first time in a thousand years, accepting our role in their pain and how our utter betrayal consigned us to our lengthy doom. Each of us now must carry the torch forward to mend broken bonds that could have carried us high from the earth and towards the heavens, am place where man and dragon might have united to greater purpose.

Much have I waxed and waned of these events, both the distant past and those in more recent memory. But despite my own small role in the tumultuous tale of this war, it is only the dragons of Dravania whose timeless memories truly known the pain we have wrought. Even our foe, so possessed by his hatred that he would consign us all to doom, only acted as he did because the pain of his loss felt as if it had happened only yesterday, when none in our ranks were alive to even maintain a notion of what our actions truly meant. And only in this retrospect can I look upon Nidhogg's hatred with a lack of mine own, for I truly do believe that if mine own flesh and blood were torn asunder for lust of power, I also would spill the blood of any and all whom I could deem culpable.

The blood of Ratatoskr may as well be the blood of my own sister, and in placing myself in Nidhogg's stead do I know a mere fraction of his fury within my own imaginings. And now that he is finally consigned to the abyss, his eyes rent from the vessel of the once Azure Dragoon, I do hope that he has found peace rather than revenge, and knows that there are those among us who truly wish to atone for the sins of our ancestors. It would bring him no comfort, no closure, no assurance of the brighter tomorrow that he wishes for, but truly I would wish my people's greatest foe the utmost peace and tranquility in whatever lay beyond this life for him.

We have all lost, and some of us have loved, over the course of the fighting. Our nation has been rotted to the core by the very same virtues that turned the Horde's talons against us, a legacy of hatred and bloodlust based on concealed truths and passionate zealotry. Each time we take a step towards the future, it seems we stumble, for calamity and destruction always seems to follow in the wake of prosperity in progress. Perhaps this time can be different. Perhaps by mending our relationship with the dragons, with the Eorzean Alliance, with those we once called friends and allies across the boundless sea of time, Ishgard can capture new prosperity. Perhaps we can shine as a beacon of what is possible, rather than be consumed by darkness.

As I had sat within Penderghast Manor for the first time in years, before a crackling fire with an old book in my hand, I knew not the breadth of the legacy this day would spawn. All I knew was that I had returned home, had been welcomed back with open arms and concealed scorn. I saw my family again, tears in my mother's eyes and something like a shade of pride in my father's smile, a man who would never have been proud of the person I wanted to be. All of us bore our own wounds, and it was up to each of us to will them to mend, so that together we could be stronger, and that strength could spread in the same way as vile hate and the contempt of vengeance.

I supped upon fine foods, drank aged-brandy, and slept upon a bed of feather and silken sheets. But it was none of these materiel comforts that made me feel complete inside. It was, rather, the path I had walked to reach this destination, which had also served as a new beginning. I left these halls unsure of myself, of my path, of my future, and returned with a blossoming fierceness in my heart to set the world's wrongs right, to be a hero not by the deeds told in books and tales, but by smallest compassions and true, determinable change which could transform the world into a better place."

- Excerpt from the personal journal and accounts of Ser Faiolan Penderghast, Knight of the Heaven's Ward

((Still like four days behind but I'm just so tired and doing my best!))

#junelezen 2022 #junelezen #ffxiv blogging #ffxiv crystal #ffxiv #ffxiv mateus #faiolan penderghast #ffxiv roleplay #ffxiv rp #mateus #ffxiv screenshots #dragonsong war #heavensward

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