#Aerslaent

[starlessskyline]

1 hope for dawntrail

semi-important roegadyn npc

[keykidpilipili]

Hehehehehehehe dawntrail benchmark works on my computer! HROTHGAL TIME!

[lynbeck]

The fact that you travel to Eorzea as a stranger to the realm when the game first begins vs. the fact that you have an Eorzean patron deity makes it very difficult to decide what the fuck is going on with the wol’s backstory fgfghdf

[mimble-sparklepudding]

2. Roevember - Roots.

Hailing from Aerslaent in the Northern Empty, a group of Roegadyn left many, many years prior to the Sea Wolves arriving on Vylbrand aboard the Galadion. Crossing over to the continent of Aldenard, they settled in the mountains, where their descendants—the Hellsguard—reside to this day.

[ffxivxd]

After the sailor Nyunkrepf Nyunkrepfsyn saved many from the rising waters of the Sixth Umbral Calamity, he chose not to return to Aerslaent and instead go to the Northern Empty. Scholars surmise that he feared his refugees would be sold into slavery by his piratical brethren.

[viiioca]

day 4: light

From the journal of Estelle de Laussienne, 9th of the 3rd Astral Moon, 5 7A.E. When I first arrived in Limsa Lominsa some years ago, I remember making the loose acquaintance of a large, slightly weepy specimen of roegadyn, who had initially attempted to flirt atrociously with me and then, once successfully diverted, began speaking at length of "the Motherland." (This was presumably Aerslaent, though I didn't ask for clarification.) Being so far north, he said, the sun does not rise for at least two full moons in the winter, and it does not set for nearly three in the summer, at which point he regaled me just about every grisly sailor's tale he knew about men going mad with the light – or dark – and making ghosts of their crewmates. I asked if he'd experienced this firsthand, and he sheepishly admitted that he'd never made it further than the northern coast of Aldenard. It has been four days of ceaseless high noon and I am beginning to believe that there might be some truth to the man's sea-stories. I've slept so poorly that if Thancred were here with one of his ready quips about my natural Ishgardian contempt for sunlight, I might sincerely stab him. Alisaie says I'll get used to it. I'd prefer that I didn't.

[roevember 2023 prompt by boreal tempest & roe fizzlebeef]

[dariusult]

FFXIV Write Day 14- Telling

It was just before sunrise, which came early in Gyr Abania, the stars still shining faintly overhead as the sky took on a greenish-blue hue, with tinges of orange beginning to threaten the horizon beyond the distant peaks of Abalathia's Spine. The usual dusty browns of the high-elevation countryside were coated with a delicate layer of frost that shimmered in the growing light.

The faint crunching of gravel underfoot was the only sound that signaled Darius's passage through the dark mountain paths, seeming somehow even darker than at night juxtaposed against the brightening sky. The young soldier walked in silence, each breath leaving silvery clouds drifting slowly in his wake. His gait was unsteady, his now solitary eye having difficulty finding the path in the gloom. The right side of his face was still mostly covered by bandages, and the cold was making the wounds underneath ache fiercely. The stolen civilian clothes he was wearing didn't do much to insulate him from the cold, but the sun would be rising soon and hopefully driving the chill of the Ala Mhigan night away with it.

"Just a little further..." The Hyur said in an attempt to spur himself onward. He was meeting with another member of his unit, a grizzled old Sea Wolf by the name of Ahldshayn Eyrnzant. Ahldshayn was from the distant island nation of Aerslaent, a land that had not fallen to Garlean occupation, but Ahldshayn had been apprehended while committing acts of piracy in Garlean-controlled seas. So he had apparently been given a choice, either enlist in the legion that had captured him, or face the standard punishment for piracy: death. Not really much of a choice at all, to be honest. Ahldshayn had been planning to desert for some time, but he hadn't enacted his plan because he needed a second set of hands. The Sea Wolf had told Darius as much when the Hyur was convalescing from his brush with death and mourning the unit's loss of its commanding officer, Wulfric pyr Peregrinus.

Darius may not have enlisted with particularly strong feelings of patriotism, but losing his eye and the man who had been more like a father to him than his actual father had killed and buried any possible feelings of loyalty the young soldier had towards his home nation. The Emperor obviously wouldn't care what happened to Darius; so why would Darius ever consider laying his life down for the Emperor? Ahldshayn had talked Darius into deserting, and taught him a few valuable lessons in the process: if you're going to be escaping from somewhere, whether it's a gaol or the army, prepare a cache beforehand in a secured location so you're not carrying supplies during your initial escape. The two had carefully snuck supplies out to a small set of ruins during patrols, and the time had finally come to make good on their escape. The plan was to both leave at separate times from separate directions, then meet at the cache and flee south into Eorzea proper.

As Darius approached the cache, he increased his pace, eager to get underway. Ahldshayn had decided that Darius would leave first, he was the amateur so him slipping out first meant that his odds of success would be better. Ahldshayn would come later, and in the meantime Darius's job was to prepare the supplies to be moved, so they'd be able to head out immediately once Ahldshayn arrived. As he slipped between the rocks leading into a small set of stone walls, the Hyur could feel his nerves trying to get the better of him, making his stomach turn. He couldn't falter here. This was it, his bid for freedom was about to begin. He stepped through into the small walled area and where there should've been a big a meticulously horded stockpile of supplies and materiel were some empty crates and a scraggly piece of paper- was that a note?

Darius slowly picked up the piece of paper and turned it over. There, in a scratchy hand, was written a message:

Everything's ready, lad. There's just one final part of the plan left: the distraction. Sorry about this, consider it your final lesson.

The Hyur didn't have much time to process what exactly the message meant, a loud hissing noise sounded overhead and a bright light rose into the sky as what looked like a solitary red star rose back the way Darius had come, leaving a trail of thick white smoke behind it as it climbed into the sky. A signal flare? After the flare came the shouting—angry shouting. Darius knew a pursuit force when he heard one. The Hyur balled the paper up and threw it to the ground, he needed to leave now. He rushed out of the ruins and turned to look back the way he had come just in time for a bullet to go whizzing by his head. A small force of armed legionnaires was already hot on his heels.

"Damn it!" Darius cursed to himself as he turned tail and ran in the opposite direction. He had no idea where the hell he was going but he needed to get away as fast as possible. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, dodging behind the ruins of old buildings and doing everything he could to block the line of sight of his pursuers. He ran, and ran, and ran, and his legs were screaming at him to stop, but it wasn't as if he could simply surrender and explain himself, the gunfire had proven the legionnaires chasing him weren't interested in taking him alive. Deserters would be shot. That had always been the rule.

The crack of distant gunfire and the hail of bullets flying past him spurred him onward, hurrying along a narrow path with a sheer cliff on one side and an impassable rock face on the other. Despite his entire being focusing on escaping with his life, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A white square far below, slowly moving down the river. The Hyur stopped and stared down for a moment, it was a sail. A small boat was heading down the river towards the sea, and on the boat was standing Ahldshayn, staring up at the cliff and Darius. The Sea Wolf waved and laughed, a hoarse, unpleasant cackle that Darius could hear from all the way up on the cliff. "NOTHIN' PERSONAL, LAD!"

Darius's expression hardened, this had been the plan all along. Ahldshayn wasn't looking for an accomplice to escape with, he'd been looking for a stooge to set the garrison after as a distraction while he made his own escape. He turned to keep running but took one last look at Ahldshayn before he left, vowing that he'd get that treacherous bastard back for this.

He'd just have to escape first.

[isayoldbean]

today's beef propaganda post will contain a bunch of random facts about her!

originally from the roegadyn homeland of aerslaent

she's a widow

died and came back wrong

technically a tank main but she's a freak of nature beast of a physical specimen who excels at all manner of physical combat. dumb as hell though so spellcasting isn't her strongest point

the sea is in her blood so she loves fishing--she's a Big Fish and has caught every big/legendary non-ocean fishing fish that has been discovered so far

banned from the conjurer's guild for trying to fish in the sacred waters of stillglade fane

when she gets drunk she starts handing out pieces of clothing to pretty girls she meets along the way 'to remember her by', causing her to frequently arrive home in nothing but her smallclothes

seems to attract lalafell friends; she lets them ride around on her shoulders so they can experience what it's like to be tall

reckless and insufferably arrogant but also has a 20+ charisma score so she gets to do what she wants without learning any lessons about it which is quite frankly tragic

would never date an ugly woman because she doesn't think they exist

even by roegadyn standards she is ridiculously tall. she's so unused to being shorter than anyone that on the extremely rare chance she meets somebody taller than her she sublimates those feelings into immediate irrational distrust of them

i have been told i need to include how massive her biceps are as well. just absolutely enormous. perfect size for holding other women in them and also great for giving hugs

any longer than this and i'll probably need a readmore so i'll call it here for now. anyway if you liked these facts consider tossing her a vote in the @woltourney when her time comes around!

[yagirlfinley]

This is my FFXIV character, Ank! She's an Archer/Bard living in Limsa Lominsa and working as a liaison between The Scions of the Seventh Dawn and The Maelstrom, and currently holds the rank of Second Storm Lieutenant. In her off-time she does small jobs for the Adventurer's guild, plays music, and on weekends frequents The Helix Nebula, an LGBT+ nightclub in the Lavender Beds.

More info under the cut cause I'm a big ol nerd and I love her <3

Her full name is Ankaswys Doenfystwyn (pron. Ankh-as-vys Doen-fist-vyn) which means Anchor Sister, daughter of Thunder Fist in her native tongue. Ank is a Roegadyn of the Sea Wolves clan, from Aerslaent, who traveled by boat to Aldenard at the same time she transitioned. Her marksmanship skills made it easy to find work aboard ships in The Northern Empty, but preferring bows over firearms led her to seek out the Quiver's Hold in Gridania.

I'm still kinda new to the game, only been playing for 2-ish weeks and I haven't committed to subscribing yet but I'm really enjoying it so far and I'm looking forward to interacting more with the community!

[arikilic]

hello, I'm Ali and welcome to my FFXIV roleplaying / gpose / inspiration blog that I should tend to more.

I have many characters in various stages of development, but my two main RP characters are:

Alaric Kilgannon: Dalmascan troublemaker, magitek mechanic, rising star in professional wrestling, all around flirty dad. (https://ari.crd.co/)

Nish'a Tibariah: Druidic mage from Aerslaent, malacologist of sorts in Labyrinthos, poet, Sharlayan's weirdest little guy. (https://tibariah.crd.co/)

a few other characters, if you're curious:

Inga Thorne-Taqi: Gyr Abanian former(?) sky pirate, rebuilding the family karakul ranch, brawler, all around public nuisance. (https://stormchaser.crd.co/)

Rivienne Sylvauclaire: Traveling mystic of enigmatic origins, trader of rare magical items, never in one persona or place for long.

Nevzeta Sjasaris: Bozjan adventurer, former scholar, stargazing mage, mysterious world traveler, definitely not a Rumta-Zaraam agent.

Mari Tien: Young, adventurous, somewhat naive geomancer, born in Dalmasca but grew up in Kugane, trying to find her place in the world.

[unsanctitude]

i want my roe to be from aerslaent so bad because 1) i like the wol not being from eorzea at all and 2) they are vikings and i lovev ikings..if you look at the world map the boats around there are all longships

the issue is that there is so little info on that place it is actually very hard to come up with a backstory for her now oops

the roe that became sea wolves left aerslaent to escape from tyrants so its actually very interesting to wonder what happened after all of those years to the remaining population. i was scared the islands are now uninhabited but i feel like the troll card confirms that roe still live there ?

[pr1ncesspopstar]

Old, but Precious - FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 20: Hamper

Ao3

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Her hands slicked over the grain of the dark oak, along with a wave of oil and liquid wax. Her work table, hands, and even arms were covered in a copious amount of the stuff. A complete mess, but one she was happy to endure to give the wood the luster it deserved, and the waterproof quality it would need if it ever wished to see the sea like its sister vessels. With a fresh coat covering it, the wood brightened to reveal vibrant shades of brown and red, as lively as the trees she’s hewed and cut to make these boards. It almost seemed to flourish under the light let in by the stained glass windows of Halditar’s new workshop.

“Hald? Where are you?” She heard a voice call from beyond the metal and wood walls. She grabbed a wet cloth and cleaned away as much of the sealant from her hands as she could get.

“In here, G’raha! The shed!” she called, still using her old name for the decrepit building, before she tidied it up. She was still getting used to owning a home, her house half finished and ill suited for herself, much less guests. That didn’t seem to deter anyone, though. 

“Hope you don’t mind the sudden viiiii…-!” G’raha froze in his tracks as he pushed through the door, jaw dropping as he was the first to take in the ‘personal project’ she’d been keeping under wraps. Behind him, Tataru and Krile gasped, all their eyes sparkling in awe at the gorgeous byrding ship she’d constructed, missing only its deck, the planks waiting to be put into place.

“Halditar! Did you make this all by yourself?” Krile was flabbergasted. Unsurprising since a ship of this size usually required three people minimum to get it done some quick.

“Following someone’s old instruction, aye,” she said with a nod. “With some of my own artistic decisions thrown in, you could say.”

She patted the sturdy hull of her project, whose steel rivets gleamed with the fine polish she laid upon every one. The only thing that had not been her own were the words that guided her through the process. The gathering and crafting of the prices she needed, that had all been her. An effort that seemed to pay off as G’raha and Tataru were drawn in to study the roegadyn sailing vessel, cooing in awe. Halditar couldn’t help but straighten herself up with a bit of pride to hear such admiration of the vessel when it wasn’t even done yet.

“This is incredible, Halditar! It’s a merchant-style vessel, right?” G’raha asked. He leaned over the edge of the bow, having climbed in when neither of them were looking. His tail swished with excitement, pupils rounded to more resemble a hyur’s in scholarly glee.

“Yup. It was loved by raiders, too. Could store more food and stolen goods, even a few people below the main deck. There are old tales of raiding parties that would ride on these ships for months, stopped only by the ice floes too hard for their ship to crack through. Or when the ale ran dry.” She said and ran finger ran over the wave patterns carved and painted around the oar holes, in blue and green as vibrant as the sea. Stuffy scholars could say all they wanted of old roe culture being that of practicality and dour, but anyone worth their salt knew a vessel without paint or color was one without a soul.

Red was most common. The color strength, a warning to all and challenge to some. Some like black and dark blue to hide the shadow of their ship as they sailed through the night. Yellows and purples invited wealth and custom eyes to merchant ships. Halditar mixed Aerslaent and Limsan sensibilities, leaving most of the wood bare and natural while painting only the etches and carvings she laid upon the wood. Forget-me-nots and roses seemed embedded into the wood, growing from the grain with the soft red and blues she used to decorate their petals. Abstract coiled designs detailed in gold with hints of things hidden within by the occasional pop of color. Fish and beast bounding between the geometric shapes like they ran through the thicker, all towards the figurehead, her masterpiece.

“Oh, Halditar. She’s beautiful.” Tataru said, utterly breathless as she stared up at the keel. Halditar could only nod in agreement, a tinge of nostalgia and sadness running through her anytime she laid eyes on the piece that had taken her the most time and mistakes to her right.

“Yeah, she really is.” Halditar ran her hand over the solid wood curls painted golden she’d destroyed so much scrap wood over to get right. To have a woman on the figurehead of a ship like this was unheard of. Usually it was that of a dragon or basilisk. But that didn’t matter to the Warrior of Light, and she could not think of anyone more worthy, nor any figurehead safer than this one, to guide her ship.

Most of her features came from Halditar’s memory, and inspiration from the tale of the woman whose very being commanded thunder, and lust for battle summoned a storm that lasted a week as she slaughtered a nest of beasts that sought heedless death. Though her face was fierce with that wild mane, her expression was tranquil. Wrapped in a white warrior’s tunic, the ax held at her front melted into the hull. Most impressive of all was the paint work Halditar had done on the face. It depicted a jagged line across her wood grain skin with the use of mother-of-pearl, an ethereal wound that celebrated her scar. An aurora of purple and blue and yellow that danced in the sunlight. And lest Halditar forgot, the gold diadem over her forehead, set with a smoky topaz that glinted with the force of an entire storm in its carved form. 

“Who is she based on?” Tataru’s voice was soft as she asked.

“Doendrache, my mother.” Halditar said. “She had her own boats. Lots of them, since she was so rough and frequent with her travels they often got destroyed. I thought it’d be a nice way to let her see more of the sea.”

The others were quiet, staring at the figurehead with a new sense of awe and appreciation. G’raha was the first to break the silence.

“It’s a lovely tribute. Will you name the vessel after her?”

“Inspired by her, at the very least. I’m fond of the name ‘Stormscourge’. It won’t hold a candle to something like Merlwyb’s beastly boat, but it’s the sailors within that count.”

“You must tell us when you’re done with her. I’d love the opportunity to go sailing on a piece of modern history and art like this…” Krile ran her hand over the rivets and wood grain. The feeling of excitement and chatter that hung in the air was palpable, and only made Halditar even more eager to see her project complete, a purpose now in mind.

“I promise it.”

-

The green bottle shattered on impact against the polish wood railing. Frothy bubbles of ale spilling down and over the side, followed by an excited set of cheers. The neck of the glass was still in hand, she pointed it forward toward the La Noesca ocean horizon.

“See her off, boys!” She decreed. The silken sail unfurled, and caught the wind between its threads, the boat lurching forward before smoothly creating and skimming over the waves. The only problem came from Wedge, Biggs, Hoary Boulder, and Coultenet, who insisted on helping with mast duty. Or rather, struggle with it as the wind and ropes did their damndest to make the men struggle, more than once almost sending one of them dragging across the deck until they tied everything in place.

“Now I see why most ships have some kind of aetheric pulley system… I was almost flung off the side!” Wedge panted as he tied a last knot in place. Rewarding with a firm pat on the back, Halditar shoved a pint in his hands as thanks for his help.

“This girl isn’t like one of your fancy airships. She works best with things done the old-fashioned way. Just be grateful I’m not having you row.” She barked a laugh and rose, looking across the ship. All the scions and a few plus were present, eager to enjoy the sea breeze and air that flowed through the small get-together. Ale and food flowed free as water, the chatter a cacophony of joy.

“Quite the impressive get together you’ve managed.” A strong voice spoke from behind. Merlwyb had been the most eager to set foot on the vessel. Even asking Halditar for the blessing to be the first to steer the ship’s course with the steering oar. Halditar’s would have been a fool to deny the Lominsa Admiral the right, and her ship the best possible first navigator she’d likely ever know. “I’m glad I made the time to come.”

“I’m just glad to know my boat’s first trip won’t be her last with you at the oar. And to have you here, of course.” The Warrior of Light joked, bringing the sea woman her own drink. Both clunked their tin tankards together, letting the foam slosh over the sides onto the floor before chugging. A wintery, orange sweet blend with the perfect hints of mint and rosemary to warm the stomach and heart.

“I was told you made this boat by hand yourself. Is that true?” The admiral asked, sharp tongue softening with alcohol, sweetening the tongue. Sharing ale was a special thing for not just their kind, but just them. For while the Warrior of Light belonged to Immortal Flames, many nights Halditar and Merlwyb shared words over drinks. A connection neither asks for nor could explain an origin, but nurtured. They were thick as thieves.

“The calluses on my hands don’t lie.” That wasn’t saying much as battle-prone Halditar had calluses since well before Eorzea, but a new few certainly arose from this project. “Plus, I know the exact amount of boards, gallons of paint, and pounds of metal poured into this boat, so I think that’s worth something.”

“It wouldn’t be your baby if you didn’t know her better than yourself.” Merlwyb agreed. Before anymore could be said, a voice shouted from the front of the ship. The start of an old shanty, rough with spliced Garlean.

“I always thought Biggs might be a lightweight.” Halditar chuckled and rose to her feet. With a snap, the nice dress for a day of hosting on the sea became that of a bard. She called, “Stop butchering that poor song, mate! I’ll show you how it’s really done, with a jig in your step to boot!”

The ship was already beautiful, with history and art and care woven into every part. But only upon that eve sailing the seas around Vylbrand did it gain what all ships of repute truly needed to matter alongside the few that sailed them: a soul and story. Tales and memories passed on by others by words into oblivion, and things etched into its wood that would remain likely longer than any of them. 

[keykidpilipili]

Me: Hmm I wonder if I should have Eyristyr on a hiatus for 7.0 to help their family in Aerslaent... I mean the devs have said nothing about the status of the place post Final Days.

Endwalker: Here are Moenbryda's parents visiting your island and telling the wol they should go on a vacation.

Me: .... Please do not make me regret this.

[caranraw]

Aerslaent, the Arras, and the Ryakgyr peninsula

Is there one particular place (or time!) that your WoL would love to visit and hasn't had the opportunity to do so yet?

[ffxivxd]

While the old Roegadyn tongue lives on in the northern reaches of Aerslaent and the Abalathian Hinterlands, the Roegadyn of Limsa Lominsa learned the common tongue. This was born out of necessity from being adventurers and sell-swords.

[rhotdornn]

[ Aerslaent AHOY! ]

After a decisively long wait, it is finally here.

With the spread of the Aerslaentean Roegadyn community, the next milestone in our society has been achieved--our very own, custom-made carrd!

It is my most genuine hope that any and all may network through it, learn more of the Firstland from it, or just get connected with other, fellow Roegadyn--regardless if they’re from Aerslaent or not! That’s more or less what our Fellowship is for, after all.

Of course, the Discord, CWLS and else are open to any and all who wish to join and learn more, if not expand, on the Firstland lore themselves, whether canon or fan-canon.

https://aerslaent.carrd.co/

Signal boosts are appreciated, of course!