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Looking for active FFXIV accounts!

Hey all! I have returned to tumblr after a long absence and some changes! I am looking for active FFXIV accounts to follow and interact with!

Please like or reblog if you’re an active account and I’ll make sure to give you a follow! Please also consider following me!

Thank you for your time and happy blogging!

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Alaric probably wouldn't care, they don't eat much so it's not his problem unless his two kids had a problem with it, then it was paper and cup time.

Mammoth on the other hand would challenge it to a fight if it was big enough(like some Australian type stuff) but usually he would just pick it up with a napkin and let it out.

deeply unserious wol question: does your wol/oc deal with spiders or do they make someone else do it? do they just squish it or do they do the paper and cup method and bring it outside? or perhaps they like their many legged little friends?

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A Worse Dream

This is a little piece I wrote about my Roegadyn, it's a continuation of a piece that I wrote for the September 2024 writing challenge and I liked what I had already so I thought why not run with it. I'll probably do a couple continuations on this but we'll see.

Mammoth Mitch found himself leaning against the balcony of the Drowning Wench once more. His view directed to the sea like it had been last time, he had this dream before and it wasn’t a pleasant one. Mammoth sighed, normally he wasn’t so lucid in his dreams as to immediately recognize one but he supposed it had been a mighty frightful one. 

Eventually it’ll catch up with you and you’ll end up just like the captain, he didn’t know when to quit either!

The words of his friend Swain echoed through his head, the worst part about them was that they actually had a bit of merit. Mammoth didn’t want to quit adventuring, he loved it and the recent time that he had spent with his friends and allies only further reinforced this concept. 

Right as Mammoth felt his resolve flare a voice rang out, but not of his old dear friend Swain, “Oi Mammoth, me old boy, how’s life been?” The voice was gruff and deep, similar to Mammoth’s own but with a hint of maturity that he lacked. This was the voice of his uncle, Ulfnar Riesig. Mammoth spun on his heel, a mixture of emotions at hearing this voice, he never dreamt of his uncle or at least never to the point where he heard his voice so clearly. And, unless Mammoth’s eyes were playing tricks on him, there stood his uncle. Tall and proud, dressed in a crimson coat with his leather tricorn still sat upon his head. 

“What, d’ya not give your uncle a hug when ya see him?” The old man let out a hearty chuckle at the dumbfound expression on Mammoth’s face. 

“It’s just been a while, haven’t seen ya in seven years is all.” Mammoth said, leaning against the balcony and staring his uncle over top to bottom, he was just as he remembered him. Every scar on his face and every little trinket he hung from his belt. 

“Well that’s why I’m here actually. . .” Ulfnar explained, absent-mindedly picking up one of the tankards from a nearby tankard, the man sat at it not quite noticing. “You’re still going strong, with that same stubborn attitude that you had even when you were a wee lad.” The captain took one drag from the flagon before placing it back down. 

“You better not go spouting the same nonsense that Swain was, bout me settlin’ down! There’s still so many people that need my help, and me own health be damned, I'm gonna help em!” Mammoth shouted, taking a defiant step forward. 

This step forward was quickly stopped as a quick and strong punch thundered away from Ulfnar, right into Mammoth’s abdomen, sending him doubling over. “You shut your trap boy, you and I both know you’re a bloody liar.” Ulfnar looked down at Mammoth, a look of disgust on his face. “You’re a warrior, you fight, you kill, that’s who you are. That ain’t ever gonna change and you know it. You know that if you quit, well what in the seven hells is gonna be left o’ ya?” 

“What are ya talking about uncle?” Mammoth groaned as he tried to catch his breath and right himself.

“You know exactly what I mean, you’re just a swinging axe and you know it. Wanna know what else you know, Mammoth?” Ulfnar leaned down, right next to Mammoth’s ear. “Ya know that your use is running out. What’s a one-man army good for in a land where everyone’s at peace huh?” A swift leg sweep sent Mammoth toppling to the ground. “And you know it’s only a matter of time before everyone else realizes it too, you’re nothing but a killer, and you’re damn good at it too.” The look on Ulfnar’s face was a mix between sheer contempt and an odd joy, “You thought that your little spat with the good folks of Alexandria was gonna last a whole lot longer. You hate to admit it, but a small part of you was happy when you saw those bikes flying over Tuliyollal. You hated yourself for it, but you knew what it meant. It meant the fight wasn’t over!” Mammoth started picking himself back up, he got his hands under him and started to rise. “But then, they just weren’t enough! Neither the lizard nor that bot could do you in, could they? They weren’t good enough to kill Mammoth Mitch! So now you sit on your hands again, waiting for the moment that you see enemies on the horizon, waiting for when the good folks of this shard start to get butchered again so that you can pick your axe up and let loose!” 

Now Mammoth was standing and he was quick to retaliate but not with any words, for he found himself without any. Everything his uncle said was true, and he hated himself for it. Mammoth’s hand flew out, quick as a flash and gripped his uncle’s throat. His anger rose to a boiling point and he hoisted his uncle over the balcony, the man’s feet kicking at the air. Mammoth expected a grunt of surprise, or terror, really anything you would normally expect when you’re about to throw someone off a twelves-damned tower. Instead his uncle just laughed, a low and hearty one that Mammoth associated with memories of joy, and counting loot, and general merriment. Now all Mammoth felt was that same ugly rage that he had experienced when he was speaking with Swain. 

“You still don’t get it do you boy?” Mammoth blinked and in that instant their roles were reversed. Mammoth now hung over the edge, his feet dangling and the last thing still keeping him from a long fall being his uncle’s hand wrapped around his throat. . . No, no that’s wrong. Mammoth looked at what was once his uncle, who was now a far more familiar face. He stared back at himself, that same look of contempt upon his face. “I’m you, this is a dream and this is yourself telling you all these horrible things! There’s no boogeyman this time Mammoth, nobody to fight, these are all your own thoughts!” 

Mammoth struggled, his hands grasping at his throat as he felt his airway get blocked from his double’s grip. 

“And you wanna know the worst part? They have some merit, I only give it a bit o’ time before your friends and definitely the damn Grand Companies figure out the danger you might pose, you got that inner beast in ya, it could come out at any point and they know how sloppy you can be! How long ‘fore they come and clap you in irons huh Mammoth?” 

Though Mammoth could feel his breath start to give out he still managed to mutter, “L-liar, they wouldn’t do that, and I don’t think that!” Mammoth continued to struggle, trying to break the grasp on his throat. 

“Oh still not convinced then? Let me establish my credibility then yeah? Let me tell you your deepest and darkest secret, the thing that you pushed to the back of your mind and hoped would never see the light of day again!” Mammoth hoped he wouldn’t say it, he would beg him not to if he could talk with how tight the grip around his throat had become. “When you fought Zenos Yae Galvus, at the end of the bleeding universe, you hoped he’d kill you. Oh you fucking wished with all of your being that he would be the one to do you in! One last glorious battle at the end of the universe, your might against his, the truest end to a warrior like you! You’d be a legend, Mammoth Mitch! The warrior who died protecting every last soul on this shard and all others, would be a mighty end to your tale indeed! But that isn’t what happened, your friends brought you back from the brink and now you sit here in a time of peace, and you hate it. Cause now? Now you gotta live in this time of peace, the corners of the map are being filled Mammoth. You’re running out of foes to fight and after the last monster falls to your axe what will you do?”

Mammoth was silent, both from a lack of oxygen but also due to his mind being in a sense of panic, this was all true, everything his double said was true and he felt disgusted at himself. 

“But Mammoth, old friend, my greatest ally, I have a solution. It’s more of a proposition than anything,” Mammoth picked his head up, staring directly into the eyes of this double, was that red tint always there? “Take up your axe against the Grand Companies, against the other warriors of light. Think about it, the foes of this shard are mighty but what of those who defeated those foes? You cannot let yourself be made redundant, what is a warrior without a war to fight? So make your own, take up your axe and fight, relish in the glory and bliss of combat!” 

Mammoth’s eyes widened in shock, panic, and fear all at once. What was he saying, was this what Mammoth himself thought? No, no that couldn’t be, he had some self-destructive thoughts before but this was too much. What was happening here? Before Mammoth could think about it, the grip was released. Mammoth felt himself fall, he felt himself begin to plummet from the tower and once more down to the rocky waters below, as he fell he heard a voice ring through his ears. “Think about it will ya? Only so much more time until there’s no more battles left to fight, and at that point what do you think your allies will do with you then?”

And then Mammoth woke up, a shout of panic leaving his lungs and his hand gripping his head as a migraine shook his entire body. His entire body was drenched in a cold sweat and waves of pain echoed throughout his body. Whatever that was, that wasn’t just a bad dream. Mammoth had to find out what was happening to him. Mammoth’s mind shuttered as it regained a sense of focus, he wouldn’t hurt his friends, he knew that to be true. But everything else that double said was true, so was it part of his mind? Whatever it was Mammoth had to figure things out soon, he feared that whatever was doing this to him would not take no for an answer next time it came asking. 

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Character asks!

These are more focused on the background stuff rather than the usual "what would the character do in XY situation" kinds of asks. I've been looking for something like this for quite a while and in the end decided to make my own. Feel free to use, go wild, enjoy

What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

What is an aspect of their appearance that you like the most?

What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting?

How big is their role in the story? Do they make a frequent appearance or are they a character with little "screentime" but big influence? Or are they just a favourite background guy?

What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?

Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence?

Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Do you have a voice claim for the character? What do you imagine the character sounds like?

Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Have you ever made a moodboard for them?

Is there any memes or running jokes associated with the character, both in- and out of universe?

Are there any motifs or symbols associated with the character? How are they represented, in their design, personality or in some other way?

Does the character have other characters connected to them? Do you have a family tree and "offscreen" connections made up for them or do they exist in a vacuum purely for the purpose of the story?

What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

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Gonna repost this just so it isn't buried under all of my stories, have a good day!

FFXIV writing challenge primer

Hey all so this is my first time posting this sort of deal but I kinda wanna see what happens if I were to post my entries for the challenge but with the way I write a bit of background knowledge couldn't hurt.

Mammoth Mitch is my very first character, he's a warrior and he used to be a pirate before becoming a warrior of light. His mother left him and his uncle Ulfnar took care of him whilst also bringing him into the family trade of piracy, a lot of the stories focus on what happens around the two of them.

Alaric Vance was an alt I made cause I found it funny that I only had physical jobs on Mammoth so I thought it would be funny to make one for only magic but he quickly became his own character. He is a black mage who becomes an adventurer at an old age to try and find a cure for his daughter, so far he has had no luck but he will continue trying until he cures her.

I hope you guys enjoy the stories that I write as I do enjoy doing this sort of thing and getting feedback would be nice(though a couple of these are a little messy but that's the point I suppose).

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seek — for the single-word drive!

Word Count 591 words, I used this as an opportunity to explore how Alaric would go about creating a new spell, he does a good bit so I thought it would be a good way to explore his process. Not sure if it even fully applies to the prompt but I feel like I did pretty good. The old mage known as Alaric Vance threw himself into his chair in the inn room he was renting. A shock of pain traveled up his left side as his hand moved to his bare hip, covered in bandages. He had been fighting a beast alongside some other adventurers, he had clearly been too slow as he got hit with a blast of acid that still hurt like hell. Something needed to change, the black mage nodded to himself, it was time to craft a new spell, and to do so Alaric would need to do some brainstorming. Alaric pulled a journal out and began to write in it, this was where he detailed his spellcraft and how he did it.

Today I was too slow, much too slow. Thankfully it was not due to my age, I have many adversaries but father time is not one of them yet. It was simply due to a physical incapability, that attack was far too quick for me to react to with my normal speed. By the time I realized what was happening it was already on its way towards me. If only I had that twelves-damned echo but I do not, so for now I must manage with what I do have. And what I do have should be enough, if I’m smart with it.

A new spell is most certainly in order, but what am I looking for out of this. Of course to make myself faster but in what way and how? My first concepts involve either the utilization of lightning aether or wind aether however I have the gut feeling that pouring more lightning aether into my system to increase reaction time may prove fatal if done incorrectly. You always must be careful with lightning based aether as one slip up could be dangerous. So lightning aether is obviously out of the picture but what of wind aspected aether? Perhaps I could use it to form a tailwind of sorts, though one too large and it risks the spreading of harmful liquids, my mind immediately thinks of that very same acid that harmed me. If there were a tailwind then it may result in the acid getting splashed onto bystanders and that would not do. But what if I controlled it? If I were to make it centralized onto my body in a three foot radius then perhaps it could work. Of course it has its limitations, a tailwind such as this could only work in one direction and it would have to be strong, but it could be done. 

How much of my aether would it drain? To keep it going for longer than perhaps twenty seconds would probably prove to be rather draining but the whip up a strong wind such as that should not be too taxing if I remain sparing with its utilization. I am amused at the slight possibility of its use for drying oneself though that is a far more novel and niche use, though I would not be a good mage if I did not note every possible use for a spell. 

Alaric pulled out a blank piece of parchment from his bag and began to write runes onto it, with a practiced precision to it. “That should work well enough for my purposes, now all I need to do is put it into practice. . . though probably not here, just to be safe.” And so, Alaric Vance stepped outside, to see if this new spell really had all he seeked from it. 

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Seeing how I'm starting to get back into posting stuff I outta repost this. It's a solid first chapter though it might be a solid idea to post like a primer for him, ehhhh it should be fine.

What More Could a Man Ask For?

To preface, this is a little story I've been working on for a bit and it's been taking a good bit of time. So I've decided to release it chapter by chapter over the next couple months to give me some more time to work on it. Feedback is appreciated, and I hope you enjoy!

What More Could a Man Ask for?

Alaric Vance sat upon the front porch of his homey cabin, a cup of piping hot tea sat in a muscled and scarred hand. The sun had recently risen and Alaric always enjoyed to greet the sun as it came to the start of a new day, his wife was more of a late sleeper but he did enjoy the serenity and isolation out here, this early in the morning. The chill of the night still lay upon everything out there and Alaric wore a light coat to stave off said chill. “Today will be a wondrous day indeed,” Alaric muttered to himself, which he quickly followed with a sip from his drink. He was not wrong at all, his son Efren had finally arrived the night before. Alaric was ecstatic to finally be able to speak with his son after, what had it been around five summers? Efren left for Ishgard five years before to study the arts of Astrology though Alaric himself was unsure if he had planned to study the simple Ishgardian methods or the more complex Sharlyan methods . . . Simply another question for him to ask his beloved son when the rest of the family had woken up he supposed. 

As he finished another sip from his tea a new thought entered his mind. “The entire family. . .” Alaric muttered solemnly, whilst it had been five summers since he had seen his son it had been around eight since he saw his daughter, though it felt like just yesterday she was shaking her sword and shield in the air, a look of pure adulation and joy upon her face when he and his wife had finally given her permission to go to Ul'dah and become a gladiator. It had taken Alaric many years after to shake the feeling in his gut that he had made a mistake, though that was due to biases on his own part that he was hesitant to think about on such a pleasant morning. For now he simply needed to appreciate what he had, his wife and son were both here, and his daughter was most certainly off making a name for herself, battling all kinds of evil creatures and saving the star or whatever it was that adventurers did nowadays. 

Alaric took in the scenery, the greenery of the twelveswood seeming extra vibrant this morning. And once more as he had done so many times he would bring his cup up to his lips before a loud shout and what sounded like the steps of a chocobo would sound out across the woods, “HELP HELP, IF ANY OF YE BE AWAKE I NEED YOUR HELP!” Alaric looked down the opening in the trees which lead to the main road and could see what seemed to be an elezen, perhaps a duskwight, though it was impossible to tell from this distance racing down the slightly beaten down grass atop a chocobo with some form of baggage on the back of it. 

“Ay, I be Alaric Vance, owner of this household, what seems to be the issue and at this hour of the morning at that!” The old man shouted, straining his lungs so that the duskwight could hear as he approached. The duskwight stopped short of barreling into the front porch itself before he was able to bring the chocobo to rear.

“I think it best that you see for yourself sir, if Vance do really be your family name.” The elezen explained in a somber expression before motioning towards what Alaric had initially observed from a distance as being some form of luggage or bag however now Alaric could clearly see that it was a person, and upon getting up and looking even slightly closer the cup Alaric had been holding would drop to the ground and shatter.

 His mind began to race with thoughts, practically none of them rational or sound in nature, however the one prevailing thought in his mind escaped his very lips, “Why?” is all the man muttered before pulling the body of his own daughter off of the man’s mount. For but a moment the entire world stood still and Alaric’s eyes lay glued to the plated chest of his comatose daughter, his Illma. What was in all actuality a few seconds felt like minutes as he waited with bated breath. Finally he released a sigh that was truly a mixture of relief, sorrow, happiness, and frustration all bundled into one as he saw the chestplate rise slowly and fall just as slow. His eyes shot towards the duskwight, with Alaric still cradling his daughter’s fully armored body much to the duskwight’s surprise. “How did this happen! Where did you find her and how long has she been like this?!” Alaric practically shouted at the man as he now looked down at his daughter’s face. Her eyes were simply closed, and a stillness lay on her face as if she were simply asleep but Alaric knew something was immediately off, both by the shortness of breath and sheer urgency of the elezen.

The Elezen responded dejectedly, “Her adventuring party had brought her in, they were investigating a dungeon which had supposed monster activity and all went well! They cleared the place out and left, but as soon as they had taken their first steps out of the dungeon and into the light she collapsed. She’s been like this for about a day in total, they’ve been able to get some food and water into her though it took some effort.” The Elezen rang his hands together nervously, “But we assumed that your family would be best equipped to try and find a cure to whatever it is that is afflicting her. Your wife is a doctor and white mage is she not?” The elezen asked, a hint of hope entering his voice.

Alaric nodded simply, “Yes, and I am an apothecary, twelve permitting we shall find a way to save Illma.” Alaric knew he had to hope and pray to any god that would listen that he could help his daughter. 

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Diagnosis

Sorry it took me so long to get the second chapter out, been struggling with getting motivation but these will start coming out more steadily now.

Illma lay upon her old bed, still unmoving, just as she had been when she arrived barring the slow rise and fall of her chest. The rest of the family gathered around her, their looks a mixture of guilt, fear, dread, all except for Alaric, his was a face of sheer determination. “So have either of you seen anything like this before?” Alaric searched his mind though he personally did not see too many patients, he mainly was the one who supplied the medicines, the actual administering of the medicines was simply something he rarely saw. 

Istrie, Alaric’s wife, looked up from her daughter. She quickly blinked the tears forming in her eyes away and thought hard on it. “It could perhaps be a coma, though the cause of it is something that would be far more difficult to actually determine, we’ll have to do a lot of tests to see how her actual condition is of course. “Efren, see if you can’t perhaps divine what’s going on, I’m not sure about the exact details of what you astrologians do but let’s see if it can be useful yeah? And Alaric, go off and see if you can’t procure any herbs that could help with aetherial sickness perhaps, get a couple that could combat poisons alright?” Istrie began to bark orders to the two of them and a smile formed on Alaric’s face. He knew all he had to do was get the ball rolling for Istrie to snap out of her current sorrow, and Efren would soon follow as well. Honestly that was one of the reasons why he loved his wife so much, she wouldn’t let things get in the way or stop her from what she was trying to achieve, she was so determined-

“Alaric hey, quit gawking and get foraging!” Istrie quickly shouted to her husband who had become just a little distracted by his wife that he forgot that he had been given an order by her. Alaric quickly turned on his heel and stepped outside of the room. He walked around collecting some of his normal equipment, his woodcutter's ax and scythe mainly. 

“For what she’s asking I may also have to stop by the market, if we really wanna cover our bases well enough. . .” Alaric scooped his gil pouch off the counter and, with his equipment in tow, quickly walked out of his home and marched off into the woods. 

In his haste however, he failed to notice the figure in the shrubbery on the outskirts of his property, simply watching.

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I have this ongoing story that I've been writing about my black mage, though it's on a bit of a hiatus right now.(Aka till I get around to writing more)

Hi all! New year, new outreach post. Which means...

🫵 You

Yes, you! Are you a Final Fantasy XIV blog? I am looking for more people to follow!

Specifically, I like to use these posts as an excuse for a bit of community outreach and to find new blogs and people I might not know of otherwise! If your blog is primarily XIV orientated, or you have a sideblog, please like/reblog this post so myself and anyone else looking for people to follow can have a look through. You never know who you might meet or friends you'll make.

Am I following you already? Too bad, someone new to the community might not be! Let them know you're around!

Under the read more is my own introduction, but I absolutely welcome people to reblog this post and add their own. ✨ Tell me (and others) about you! If you're shy, I promise I don't bite.

If you don't know me, my name is Sea. If you do, I'm still Sea. (See what I did there?)

I'm a jack-of-all trades gposer, writer and roleplayer, with far too many oc's!

You might know me from my various projects including, but not limited to; Sea's Community Compendium (with updates posted here); Sea's Character Questions, including my single-word fic drive; and The Fireside! I'm also an officer of Firelight Trading Company <FTC> on Balmung and run a casual Tumblr Community / Discord over at SEAFLOOR!

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FFxivWrite2024 Participation Prize

This is art of the warrior Mammoth Mitch, drawn as a participation prize for FFXIV Write 2024! It was an honor to be given the chance to draw him!

Thank you @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast for hosting the event!

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What More Could a Man Ask For?

To preface, this is a little story I've been working on for a bit and it's been taking a good bit of time. So I've decided to release it chapter by chapter over the next couple months to give me some more time to work on it. Feedback is appreciated, and I hope you enjoy!

What More Could a Man Ask for?

Alaric Vance sat upon the front porch of his homey cabin, a cup of piping hot tea sat in a muscled and scarred hand. The sun had recently risen and Alaric always enjoyed to greet the sun as it came to the start of a new day, his wife was more of a late sleeper but he did enjoy the serenity and isolation out here, this early in the morning. The chill of the night still lay upon everything out there and Alaric wore a light coat to stave off said chill. “Today will be a wondrous day indeed,” Alaric muttered to himself, which he quickly followed with a sip from his drink. He was not wrong at all, his son Efren had finally arrived the night before. Alaric was ecstatic to finally be able to speak with his son after, what had it been around five summers? Efren left for Ishgard five years before to study the arts of Astrology though Alaric himself was unsure if he had planned to study the simple Ishgardian methods or the more complex Sharlyan methods . . . Simply another question for him to ask his beloved son when the rest of the family had woken up he supposed. 

As he finished another sip from his tea a new thought entered his mind. “The entire family. . .” Alaric muttered solemnly, whilst it had been five summers since he had seen his son it had been around eight since he saw his daughter, though it felt like just yesterday she was shaking her sword and shield in the air, a look of pure adulation and joy upon her face when he and his wife had finally given her permission to go to Ul'dah and become a gladiator. It had taken Alaric many years after to shake the feeling in his gut that he had made a mistake, though that was due to biases on his own part that he was hesitant to think about on such a pleasant morning. For now he simply needed to appreciate what he had, his wife and son were both here, and his daughter was most certainly off making a name for herself, battling all kinds of evil creatures and saving the star or whatever it was that adventurers did nowadays. 

Alaric took in the scenery, the greenery of the twelveswood seeming extra vibrant this morning. And once more as he had done so many times he would bring his cup up to his lips before a loud shout and what sounded like the steps of a chocobo would sound out across the woods, “HELP HELP, IF ANY OF YE BE AWAKE I NEED YOUR HELP!” Alaric looked down the opening in the trees which lead to the main road and could see what seemed to be an elezen, perhaps a duskwight, though it was impossible to tell from this distance racing down the slightly beaten down grass atop a chocobo with some form of baggage on the back of it. 

“Ay, I be Alaric Vance, owner of this household, what seems to be the issue and at this hour of the morning at that!” The old man shouted, straining his lungs so that the duskwight could hear as he approached. The duskwight stopped short of barreling into the front porch itself before he was able to bring the chocobo to rear.

“I think it best that you see for yourself sir, if Vance do really be your family name.” The elezen explained in a somber expression before motioning towards what Alaric had initially observed from a distance as being some form of luggage or bag however now Alaric could clearly see that it was a person, and upon getting up and looking even slightly closer the cup Alaric had been holding would drop to the ground and shatter.

 His mind began to race with thoughts, practically none of them rational or sound in nature, however the one prevailing thought in his mind escaped his very lips, “Why?” is all the man muttered before pulling the body of his own daughter off of the man’s mount. For but a moment the entire world stood still and Alaric’s eyes lay glued to the plated chest of his comatose daughter, his Illma. What was in all actuality a few seconds felt like minutes as he waited with bated breath. Finally he released a sigh that was truly a mixture of relief, sorrow, happiness, and frustration all bundled into one as he saw the chestplate rise slowly and fall just as slow. His eyes shot towards the duskwight, with Alaric still cradling his daughter’s fully armored body much to the duskwight’s surprise. “How did this happen! Where did you find her and how long has she been like this?!” Alaric practically shouted at the man as he now looked down at his daughter’s face. Her eyes were simply closed, and a stillness lay on her face as if she were simply asleep but Alaric knew something was immediately off, both by the shortness of breath and sheer urgency of the elezen.

The Elezen responded dejectedly, “Her adventuring party had brought her in, they were investigating a dungeon which had supposed monster activity and all went well! They cleared the place out and left, but as soon as they had taken their first steps out of the dungeon and into the light she collapsed. She’s been like this for about a day in total, they’ve been able to get some food and water into her though it took some effort.” The Elezen rang his hands together nervously, “But we assumed that your family would be best equipped to try and find a cure to whatever it is that is afflicting her. Your wife is a doctor and white mage is she not?” The elezen asked, a hint of hope entering his voice.

Alaric nodded simply, “Yes, and I am an apothecary, twelve permitting we shall find a way to save Illma.” Alaric knew he had to hope and pray to any god that would listen that he could help his daughter. 

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Overcomplicating a Simple Thing

The warrior Mammoth Mitch, the Maelstrom captain Ryssrael Bloedornwyn, and the merchant Boey Wildread stood in front of an ancient stone door. They had journeyed into some ruins that they found in the dense forest of Yak T’el but they were separated from the rest of their group in the ensuing trip. The ruins seemed to be a maze of sorts and that is where they got separated, some odd manner of trap door had split the two Roegadyns and the Au Ra from the rest of the party. 

Now the two warriors and scholar stood in front of this ancient door, obviously housing some form of treasure if one had to guess. On one wall of the door sat one appeared to be a wall painting of an old Mamool Ja’n prayer ritual, the painting was very detailed to the point that the two could even tell the time of day of the ritual. It had entailed a myriad of different materials however the most important seemed to be a hammer, one of the many meteors dotting the lands of Yak T’el, and a raised dais to open it on. Through context clues one could tell that breaking these meteors opened seemed to be a sort of good omen, maybe it would bring luck. 

On the opposite side of the room was this large statue of some sort, in front of it sat a raised pedestal. The two Roegadyns and Au Ra stared at the room and of course the first thing attempted was when Mammoth walked up to the door and tried to open it. Of course it didn’t budge at all. “Nah nah nah, you’re doing it all wrong Mitch!” The captain walked up to the door and also shoved it, the door still not budging at all. To this the more analytical Au Ra stepped up, observing the statue. 

“Well we probably have to do something with this statue honestly, it seems to be movable, perhaps we have to recreate the ritual to proceed?” However Boey’s musings fell on deaf ears as he heard some arguing from behind him.

“No you did it wrong too, that ain’t how you push!” Mammoth replied, shoving the door again and it still not budging.

“Oh come on, who taught ye how to push? Yer nan?!” Ryss exclaimed before also shoving the door again. 

“Guys come on, clearly the door isn’t gonna just open from forcing it, you know the saying, two heads are better than one. . . or three in this case I suppose huh?”

“By the twelve Boey you’re a genius!” Mitch shouted, to which the Au Ra simply nodded at the compliment, before Mammoth looked at Ryss, “Ok on three alright!” The captain nodded in recognition. 

“Wait wait, what are you guys doing!?” Boey asked before turning to stare at the two who currently had a very determined look on their faces.

“Alright one, two. . . and three!” And both of the Roegadyns threw their massive bodies into the door, there was an odd sound, like a pulley or chain straining under a large weight. After about a moment the two Roegadyns staggered forward through the door, almost falling on both of their faces. 

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me, of course that bloody worked. . .” Boey was less than pleased with the result, but of course he couldn’t complain about the results. He shook his head and followed after his two companions.

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A Bad Dream Prompt #25 Perpetuity

Mammoth Mitch leaned against the balcony of the Drowning Wench, his view directed outwards to the open sea. A sense of nostalgia always came back to him whenever he looked out onto the open sea, of far simpler days, working with his uncle and the rest of the lads. It had been nearly seven years since his uncle passed and he quit being a pirate but he always still missed it. Mammoth’s reminiscing was quickly cut off by a hollering of his name, as if on que Mitch saw an old and familiar face. “Holy hells is that you Swaine?” Mitch asked, stepping away from the balcony, looking at his old quartermaster. Swaine was an aging Miqo’te who never really associated with any particular clan, from appearances he was a seeker of the sun but just like the rest of the crew he never really fit in there. 

“I’m just as shocked as you friend, what are you doing here anyways? Shouldn’t you be off saving the star or whatever in the seven hells it is that you do. . .” Swaine took the spot next to Mitch on the balcony. 

Mitch waved the comment off, “Yeah yeah, I decided to take a wee break and no spot better than the Drowning Wench aye? Our old spot to celebrate our hauls. . .” Mammoth sighed, he wasn’t meaning to go on a trip down memory lane but what choice did he have now.

“So anyways you're still doing that adventuring gig or whatever yeah?” Swaine asked, leaning against the balcony, looking into the tavern. “I’ve settled down meself, got a wife who’s expecting, I still work of course. Salvaging jobs mostly but it’s good clean work.” Swaine explained taking a sip from a flagon in his hand.

“Yep, and I don’t got no plans on stopping either!” Mitch said simply, but to this Swaine gave him an odd glance.

“Honestly, I think you could use a job change, you know? I mean you’ve saved the star like four times now, you’ve done more than enough for these people. You should settle down soon Mitch.” 

“I’m being honest here, I’m not sure I could settle down now, not knowing what I can do to help people you know?” 

“Yeah but eventually you gotta stop, you can’t go gallivanting around the realm in perpetuity you know. Eventually you gotta put the axe down and build a life. Have you even spoken to your mother yet?”

That hit the roegadyn deeper than most blades could have, “Hey Swaine, what are you saying?” Mitch asked defensively, “I’m taking my time, like I said I’m a warrior of light I don’t have time for stuff like that, not right now at least. . .” 

“What I’m saying is that everyone grieved Captain Ulfnar, but afterwards we settled down, we all almost died and realized that we should take things slow. . . but you, you went harder! Eventually it’ll catch up with you and you’ll end up just like the captain, he didn’t know when to quit either!” The miqo’te shouted, now facing Mammoth and stepping closer. 

“Hey just leave me be! It’s my life ain’t it? So I get to choose how I live it, and Uncle Ulfnar too! He chose to give his life for us, and you all just quit! I picked myself back up and fought those garlean dogs until they were done!” An anger was building in the Roegadyn, but not like any he had seen before. His battle rage was pure anger, targeted at his opponents, but this was different. This anger was ugly, it made him scared, what this anger made him think. 

“Oh sure it is until you end up getting someone else killed! At some point you gotta grow up Mitch, you can’t fight forever you know that! You’re gonna get old and washed up and it’ll get you or someone close to you killed if you don’t stop soon!” 

Mitch’s mind was currently racing as to why his friend was acting like this but honestly it simply scared him, Swaine’s words were not without merit and that fact terrified the Roegadyn deeply. So much so that the normally courageous and steadfast warrior took a step back away from his past comrade. Just as he took that step he found himself sailing over the balcony and towards the water and the rocks that dotted the bottom of the tower that they found themselves upon.

Mammoth awoke with a gasp, drenched in a cold sweat. Where was he? What was that? Oh right, he was in the inn in Tural. Mammoth threw himself out of bed and began to get ready for the day. That had just been a bad dream, nothing more. But still as the Roegadyn got dressed the words of his old comrade still rang through his head, and it made a shudder run through his body. 

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Shades of the Past, Present, and Future Prompt #21 Shade

This is an au where there are multiple warriors of light, nothing else to say besides that.

Alaric sat, a deep and tired sigh coming from his lips. He had been sent out to the Sangolli desert to hunt down this rare monster, this thing’s saliva was said to have healing properties and so Alaric rushed out here to try and find it. But it had been nearly an hour and the old man was exhausted, so he sat. He managed to find some respite from the battering sun in the shade of an old structure previously buried in the sand. He pulled free his water skin and had a drink and as he did so he began to think. This structure that he know simply used as protection from the sun was once a great building of sorts probably from some great civilization now long gone. Probably Allagans statistically speaking though it could be any old group who once called this place home.

It made Alaric wonder just how long until someone was using the remains of the Gold Saucer perhaps as shade from blistering heat. That den of avarice and waste, it honestly pissed him off just by principle alone. It was just so much and for no good reason though Alaric was not its target audience evidently so what did he know? 

A light chuckle escaped his lips as his mind continued to move in this direction. The city states were great and powerful but there had been several occasions where their destruction was nearly assured, had it not been for those warriors of light. They were. . . interesting, tales told of their great deeds but now they’re off galavanting about on another continent, not all too interested with the safety of their home. Though with travel being what it is, Alaric mused, perhaps they can do a little exploring. Alaric let out another laugh, he was an adventurer, technically if the realm came to harm once more it would be his job to help out, that would be something wouldn’t it? This wrinkly old black mage standing strong and defiant against the forces of evil, yeah sure. Alaric took another swig from his waterskin before looking off to the side and almost choking on his water. 

The creature was probably around forty feet away, it had just surfaced by the sand still falling off it’s body, Alaric looked up to see that the sun had begun to set though it was still hot as Ifrit’s bathhouse. Well now that he had spotted the creature, that meant Alaric’s break was over. He had time to think about him being some “hero” later, he had work to do.

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The Snake and the Beast Prompt #20 Duel

Wanted to get some more practice writing combat, these are both two OC's, one mine and the other a friend's.

The two warriors clashed, the steel of the two weapons ringing out across the battlefield. One man armored and towering warrior, obviously a roegadyn from stature and build alone. A massive axe rested firmly in his hands as he backed off a step after that past clash. His face was unreadable however as a knight’s helm completely covered his features. His armor was unmarked and unremarkable however that was to be the point. It was a masked duel, two powerful combatants from different sides of the realm brought together to fight one another. And this was just one of many. The other combatant was a viper, quick and precise with their movements to always keep just barely out of the warrior’s reach before rushing back in to land a few blows. He wore garb fitting that of a viper, quick and nimble in design. A mixture of genuine clothing and armor formed the viper’s garb whilst a mask covered his face. Though it was easy to see that he was an Au Ra by both the two horns coming from out of the sides of the mask and the tail, swishing around rapidly to keep up with the vipers movements. 

That exchange had proven near deadly for the viper as it had nearly given the warrior enough time to actually get his hands on him. But thankfully the viper managed to disengage just in time. The warrior lunged forward swinging his axe out but all it caught was thin air. The viper was quick, too quick for the warrior to handle but he had a solution. If you can’t hit your target, just aim for everywhere. The warrior brought his axe high above his head before slamming it directly into the ground causing the ground to quack and the area around him to crack and lift up, the force of the blow catching the viper in a dodge and causing them to lose balance, falling to the ground. The warrior brought his axe in a low sweep to attempt to chop at the viper however he found one sword in the axe’s path and another darting for his chest. 

A heavy gauntlet gripped the blade, a grim smile on the roegadyn’s face behind the visor. The runes on the gauntlet protected him partially however he still felt the magical blade cutting through his armor and slicing up his hand. The warrior did not particularly care. The warrior had to move his hand from his axe to catch the blade and so the viper sent the warrior’s axe directly out of his hand. Normally this would be horrible for the warrior but for once, he had a plan. With a heave he lifted the viper up by his own blade, the viper refusing to let go of one of the two weapons which allowed him to fight the way he did. For most parties being launched into the air would be disorienting and staggering, but for the viper who’s reflexes were as quick as a blink, it wasn’t much to worry about. The viper lashed out in a blisteringly fast assault, his other blade arcing out from the side aimed directly for the warrior’s throat, however the warrior enacted his own plan at the same time. As the viper’s blade flew up to slice at the warrior’s throat, the warrior’s gauntleted hand grasped at the throat of the viper and in one swift motion both parties let loose their death blows. 

The blade chopped into the warrior’s throat and the viper’s body was slammed directly into the ground. If this had been a real fight, a true duel out on the battlefield, the viper’s throat would be crushed, and the warrior would find it hard to move without a head. However this was simply a duel nothing more, and thankfully their weapons and armor were both designed to protect each individual from particularly fatal blows. However, finishing blows had still been landed and so the battle was declared a draw. A cacophony of boos and cheers resounded out from the crowd, some exhilarated from the fight that they had just witnessed, others confused by the outcome, and some utterly fuming due to their coffers now being significantly light after a particularly hefty bet on one of the two fighters.

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Da Plan

Five men stood around a table, all of their views pointed towards one large sheet of paper, what seemed to be a map. The roegadyn at the head of the table, a captain’s hat upon his head, nodded and looked towards his compatriots, “The bank is right here, there are three entrances here, here, and here.” The captain explained simply, “Mammoth, you’re to make a distraction, I know you’re tough enough to start a good fight yeah?” Ulfnar asked his nephew, to which a wide smile formed on the marauder’s face.

“You know it uncle, if there’s anyone on this here ship who can get into a good ol’ fashioned scrap it’s Mammoth Mitch! Imma guessing this is to distract those guards at the front yeah?” The young roegadyn asked rhetorically. 

“You guessed right yeah, but I’m needing this to be a real big on Mammoth. Four-no maybe five combatants total, really get the whole guard involved you understand? Next up is Emmanfaulin, You’re to set yourself up on the rooftop over here and provide us covering fire on our escape but that’s not all, there’s this nasty alarm on the wall, you’re to shoot it out with whatever you prefer, powder or arrow will get the job done.” The elezen made no comment as he simply nodded, making sure to note exactly which rooftop it is.

“That just leaves me, Pip, and Swaine,” Ulfnar said rubbing his chin before turning his view towards the hyur who was his trusted quartermaster, and the lalafell who had a knack for grifting things that most others would struggle with. “Swaine, you and me will go through the front, normally they require id checks but thanks to Mammoth they’ll be distracted breaking up the fight. Pip you sneak in through this window here and make your way to the back of the bank.” At this the lalafell got a slightly nervous expression across his face.

“You’re to say I’m going in alone boss?” Pip asked, which was a relatively fair question all things considered. He was a good thief but he wasn’t perfect, if something went wrong then he would have few escape options.

“Nah nah nah I wouldn’t do that to ya Pip, that’s what me and Swaine are for, we’re to provide back up if it gets messy at all. All you gotta do is sneak on back there and snatch that gem right out from under their noses! By the time the guards break up the fight they won’t even be able to notice that the gem was taken, a right genius plan if you ask me!” The captain said, a look of pride upon his face at his crafting of this plan. “Mammoth you back out of the fight after a bit and meet up with us down the third street from the bank, there Rodrey will be waiting for us there with our transport to get us away from there and back to the ship. By the time those Garlean dogs notice it’s gone I’ll be ringin’ up our buyer!” A sneer formed on the captain’s face, the plan was great in his honest opinion. Not too complicated, but not too simple either, makes it so everyone gets out safe besides Mammoth who might get a few bumps or bruises but he’s keen for it. Always has been. Now all they needed to do was put the plan into action and the crew would be rich.