#Alexandyr Valcarde

[worrentigre]

Mastering Myself (RP Scene)

Upon his visit to the formal Astral Agent’s property to discuss business, Worren Tigre has suddenly fallen ill.  Syelira has remained by his side since finding out the news, and others begin to show up after receiving a letter Worren sent out several days prior.  It seems he knew this day was coming and had a contingency plan.

((https://youtu.be/rQVRaHRLB5c <---Scene BGM))

The pain in Worren's head starts to subside.  However, he seems to be in some unfamiliar area. He looks around and is surrounded in total darkness, except the area immediately around him, which is illuminated with a faint light who's source is unknown. "Hmhmhm... well, well, well.  Here we are. It's time, Captain Linh.  Time for one last dance." He easily recognize the voice, and now knows exactly where he is. However, he is especially surprised when the owner of the voice makes itself known by calmly walking from the shadows.  It has the voice of Worren's lifelong adversary, but it looks just like him cloaked in darkness.  A shadowy reflection of himself.  "Surprised?  You shouldn't be.  I've been talking to you this whole time." The figure raises it's right hand and examines it while moving and flexing the fingers.  "I must say, I truly enjoy this form a lot more.  I can see why you've been able to easily best my fighters in the past.  This form is a lot more agile."

Worren grunts out, "Why are you still here?  To further try and torment me?"  The shadowy figure laughs. "Of course!  It's like I told you back in Zan'rak.  No matter who dies, you just need to suffer.  It looks like neither of us are dead, and you are suffering.  It's a win/win if I do say so, myself.  Though, times are changing..." Worren stands stiff, fists balling and eyes narrowing while the shadow continues speaking.  "You see, spending this intimate time with you has opened my eyes to many different things.  I am experiencing new pleasures I've not had in a very long time."  He gets into Worren's boxing stance and throws a few punches.  "I see what you see.  Feel what you feel... almost.  I almost know what it's like to move in this body, to feel with soft skin instead of numb, hard scales.  To move fluidly, and feel the vibrations of someone's bones as they break in my hands.  I want that feeling. That Amalj'aa body was inadequate for this, and I thank you for introducing me to these new feelings.  This is the body I now crave.  You understand, don't you?  After all, you too disliked your old body, and greatly enjoy this."

Worren's eyes widen in realization, then frowns.  "No way.  Not gonna happen.  I'm going to purge you from my mind and get rid of you for good."  The spirit of Arajj Goh laughs again.  "Oh really?  Well, guess what?  You can't!  I am you, and you are me!  We are one in the same.  Listen to your friends.  Some of them have the right idea.  To purge me is to purge yourself, you need me.  Accept me."  His hands come down to his sides and he steps closer to Worren.  "You're tired.  Your mind is tired.  This I know... I've made sure of it.  Allow me to relieve you of your fatigue and let me take over for a while." Worren was indeed tired.  Me was mentally tired of it all.  He was ready to give up and give in.  How long has he worked and been promised peace of mind?  And yet, something always comes up to ruin that moment, bringing him back to the brink of depression.  There have been many times where he'd be fine with just going inert, leaving behind everything and starting over.  Until suddenly, a second light source appears, flowing in nature, coming right to him and surrounding him.  The shadow frowns at this and growls, but remains in place.  "They're trying to interfere.  They always do, and you know how it will turn out.  Temporary relief before the suffering begins again."

"I love you..." These faint words whispered in the wind from the light source that entered Worren and disappeared from view.  They were from Syelira, his soon to be wife and mother of his unborn children.  Worren closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them.  "I know."  He responds to his dark doppleganger.  "I know they interfere.  They do it because they care.  A feeling that you have lost so long ago."  He puts his own fists up now, by his chin.  "If only you knew this feeling, then you'd understand.  But, I am not giving you my body for you to do that."  The figure stands still with a stone faced expression, his eyes intense.  The sides of his jaw bulge a few times, showing him grinding his teeth in thought, before he finally responds.  "So be it."  The shadowy body is then suddenly engulfed in flames, and his fists come back up once more.  "If you will not accept me, then I will just have to take it from you.  Your God has given you significant power, and so has mine.  But, I have also learned your god's gifts from you, and for that I thank you. Now, let's see if you can overcome the power of Rhalgr and Ifrit united as one."  Worren snorts.  "Your avarice is so great that even Ifrit's will cannot temper you.  I will relieve you of this ailment."  The flaming body of Worren's shadow lashes out with a beastly roar.  "ENOUGH!"

And so they fight. And fight and fight.  Stone clashing with fire, sparks and energy light the darkened room.  They are evenly matched, with Worren's decades of fighting skills countering the warchief's overwhelming power.  Time feels distorted here, and it is unknown to either of them how much time is passing, but they just keep on going.  Fatigue and pain mean nothing inside a mine that has lived it for so long, but everything has a limit.  Worren's own aether is beginning to wane, and he slows down.  His stone constructs begin to falter under the warchief's flames, and molten rocks are a result.  Fighting against his own skills on top of the power of two gods is wearing him down, and once more a familiar feeling flows through him.  His will to live, to overcome his obstacles; they get stronger and stronger.  But, with Arajj Goh being a part of him, he also feels this.  His own will to hate and destroy his enemies in totality begin to flow through him as well.  They become locked in a state of purpetual conflict, and Worren's body reacts, slowly drawing in tiny amounts of aether from the area around him in the former Agency's infirmary. This aether sustains the both of them, but this time it's different.  There is a different source of aether that the body absorbs as well, unbeknownst to either combatant.

However, the tide turns when this flow of energy becomes much stronger.  It has a profound effect on Worren's will, and with the more of this energy he recieves, the more he wants it.  The flaming shadow opponent also feels it, but the feeling is foriegn to him.  He does not know what this means, but he too wants more of it.  Outside, it can be seen that this reaction is caused by Worren's body being taken to Gyr Kehim, Worren's favorite meditation place.  An old Fist of Rhalgr monastary relegated to ruins due to the Garlean occupation and misuse, it is rich in aether and the spirits of Fists fallen in battle during the purge and Empirial takeover.  Worren's body reacts with his will and begins to absorb this aether at a very accellerated rate.  His comrades around him protect him from any wayward bhoots and provide him with their own aether for protection and comfort.  This reaction feeds him, and Worren's will to live begins to push back against the warchief's unyeilding hate.  Hate that is, for the first time, starting to deminish.  The conflict in Worren's mind continues as his body begins overflowing with aether.  His chakra points begin to open, one by one, until six points of light glow on his body.  Soon, a seventh point on his head forms, and slowly begins to glow as a light purplish hue hazes around him.  Worren's companions want to help, distraught at this display, but Syelira prevents them from doing so, understanding that this is an ordeal that he alone must overcome.  They've done enough already by just utilizing their aether.

The feeling of hate in Worren's mind begins to ebb away, as well as his need for absolute survival.  Both opponents begin to slow down in their movements.  They start changing as they strike each other, with Worren's form starting to slowly become covered in stone.  This stone skin slowly turns more and more orange with each strike they deal to each other, and eventually it becomes a molten shell with small flames flickering over it.  Worren doesn't even notice this change happening, while the same thing is happening to the figure representing his shadow.  The flames on the warchief begin to shrink as his skin also starts to form a rocky exterior.  And then, the both of them stop fighting altogether, looking like mirror images of each other.  They stare at each other, and Arajj Goh finally speaks.  "I understand now."  His voice is even. "This power we are obtaining... I know you feel it, too.  Look at us.  We are one in the same.  I am you, and you are me.  You are fighting the inevitable."  Worren remains in place and simply nods.  "Is it my will overpowering your hate, or your will overpowering mine?"  They both step into each other until thier chests touch.  Worren's thoughts begin to intermingle with his shadow's.  It's a strange feeling to him, but also a natural one.  In this moment, they both feel something very important.  Acceptance. "I will stop fighting.  I accept your presence, we are one."

The two of them merge into one being.  He stands there in place as his thoughts are now jumbled.  His memories race back and forth with his mind trying to reset itself.  He sees less and less of his own memories, and more of the warchief's.  He fan feel his own former personality starting to slip away as the other starting to take hold.  The ambient light in the dark room starts to dim until there is no light.  In Gyr Kehim, Worren's body is absorbing so much aether without stopping, that his friends begin to worry.  All of his gates are now open and overflowing when suddenly the seventh point on his head bursts into a brilliant display of light.  The energy released is enough to push those around him back.  And then just as fast as it has happened, all of the points close.  There is no more aether being absorbed around him, nor is there any tainted feelings coming from his own.  Inside his mind, the darkness in Worren's mind flashes away quickly, and as that seventh chakra is unlocked by the warchief's own power hidden within Worren this whole time, it fuels Worren's mind to take hold once more.  No longer feeling the hate he once had, Arajj Goh's spirit now also accepts this fate, and for the first time in decades feels something positive.  Relief, and possibly happiness to finally be freed of the hate and anger that has held him for so long as something he only knew.  Worren is now back in control of his mind, as his memories all return in place, intermingled with new ones.  The two are now one whole, and the molten skin on the mental avatar crumbles and melts away, revealing Worren underneath with a smile on his face.  And then, his vision fades as the avatar also fades away.

Pain.  There's a sharp pain in his head as he hears voices in the darkness.  Worren twitches as his muscles feel extremely sore and tight.  His eyes then open up to the sight of Syelira holding him in her arms.  He coughs and looks around bleary eyed, remaining silent to process everything that just happened, even though his comrades bombard him with questions of concern with his well being.  After a moment, he finally smiles and speaks. "Man, I'm so hungry right now..."

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Honest Q&A Meme:  Alexandyr Valcarde

What is your full name? “Ugh... Alexandyr George Joseph Harrison Valcarde.  George after my grandfather, Joseph was my ‘religious given’ name, and Harrison was because my mother had a fascination with an actor.”

What do your friends call you? “Alex, mostly.”

What is your favorite animal? “Red pandas.  Cute lil buggers.  I have a soft spot for at least one chocobo, my buddy Vandal.  Crazy old bird has been my constant travelling companion for the past few years.  We have a weird rapport.”

Where were you born? “You wouldn’t know it.  Let’s just go with ‘far away’.”

Do you have children? “Twins!  Boy and girl, Siegfried and Sybil.”

Is there a person/people you love? “My wife, Scarlette, my kids.  I have a number of people who are dear to me as well, who are like an extended family.”

What is your favorite color? “Storm blue.”

What is your full occupation? “Multiple, apparently. Mercenary, frontier doctor, goldsmith, and second in command on a ship.  Not all at the same time, mind you.  But could you imagine the uniform?”

Are you good at physical fighting? “Greatswords and martial arts are my bread and butter.  I’m passable with a gun, and I can do basic spear work.  Graduate of the Lancer’s Guild.  But don’t ask me to do that fancy dragoon jumping, I’ve not the skill for it.”

Which form are you best at? “Honestly, my greatsword is like an extension of my arms.  Still training hard in boxing, which has just gotten better since I started training with the Fists.”

What about magic? “Until recently, magic was... difficult.  Chakra was non-existant  Hell, I couldn’t even use aetherytes without suffering a form of aether sickness.  Let me tell you, showing up by an aetheryte wanting to throw up and being struck temporarily blind is not my idea of a good time..  Due to efforts with a friend of mine’s invention, acclimation with aether, training with allowing the flow of the stars through me with astrology, and a rather personal event, I’ve managed to wrangle magic use.  Not my best subject though.”

Which type are you best at? “Dark.  Definitely.”

Craftsmanship? “I picked up goldsmithing as a hobby, and have managed to turn it into a minor profitable venture.”

Any other skills? “First aid, cooking, and not many people know this, but I can sing.  Usually when cooking, in the shower, or drunk.”

Are you an only child? “... no.  But my sisters may as well be dead.  Or at least think me dead.”

Where do you see yourself in five years? “Dealing with two cranky five year olds, and either being on the high sees on the Desert Rose or doing the cliched ‘retired adventurer opens a tavern’ thing.”

Have you ever almost died? “Quite a few times, actually.”

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret hardly anyone knows? “Yes.  While I’ve been a lot more able to come forward with it to those I care for, it’s still not something I’d blurt out to anyone just because.  Though I’m sure some people have an inkling anyway.”

Salty or sweet? “Both.  Ever had salted caramel?  Though I have a weak spot for maple fudge.  It’s one of the few connections I have with home.”

Do you like yourself? “.... enough.”

Do you believe in the Twelve? “Hard not to believe in things that have had tangible physical effects on the world.”

Are you religious? “I have respect for the Twelve, and understand their teachings.”

How diplomatic.

Do you carry prejudice with you? “To this day I have a hard time trusting lalafell on first meeting.

Also.. screw the Amal’jaa.”

He shudders, not wanting to discuss further when pressed.

What do you consider entertainment? “Reading, singing, watching a stage show.”

Favorite drink? “Beers of all kinds.  Though I have a preference for red ales, and double chocolate stouts.”

Do you have any family traditions? “None from home.  May build new ones.”

Are you a good person? “I like to think I am, but a person is the worst judge of their own character.”

Thank you for answering my questions. “Sure.

Wait, where is this being published again?”

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[zankriaskyhawk]

Linkshell-OOC and IC

For in character, I do have a linkshell called the Desert Rose for anyone interested in the roleplay with the Captain. Give a shout out in game for Scarlette Skyhawk character name, or to my best buddy and (ic husband) Alexandyr Valcarde. We’ll be happy to shoot you an invite! It can be used for ooc conversations, and planning.

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[worrentigre]

Done Waiting (IC Post)

It seems that many people in Worren’s life have been done waiting.  And he has, too.  Syelira was done waiting for Worren to get his life together so he could focus on their family.  Kugane was also done with waiting for Syelira’s return.  And so she was called back to duty, and now she is away.  Liefhun is done waiting for progress and is frustrated that she still has not unlocked any chakra.  Worren himself is done waiting on getting himself together, and now sets out to do just that.  Unfortunately for him, there is one other who is also done waiting, and is making his moves for the tiger.

First thing Worren wanted to do was visit the former Astral Agency to see how they were doing, to discuss business, and to apologize and move forward.  Unable to find a suitable sitter on such short notice, he had to bring the three children with him.  Fortune was on Worren’s side as the man he was seeking was out in the yard.  Looking around at the changes, he approached.

It was a good thing this new building had a game room set up in the basement, allowing the children to be entertained while the grown folks talked.  They never seen Namazu before, so they were doubly surprised by the workers down there.  Now Worren is able to discuss with Berrod about a new contract between the Tiger Palace and his company, who is now released from their grand company obligations.  He wishes to discuss a partnership between the two of them.  The company needs money and Worren internally has a need to make amends for not being supportive in their time of need.  It will also help bring the lot of them closer together in regards to the brotherhood they are both a part of.  Though, talks are cut short as Worren suddenly does not feel well.

Worren knows exactly what is going on and makes a quick call on his linkpearl.  Then he requests to be moved to the infirmary while he has someone pick up the children; he does not want them to see him in this condition.  He worsens by the minute as Berrod helps him upstairs to rest. 

Soon, Alexandyr arrives to pick up the children and ask what exactly is going on.  The voices in Worren’s head, his inner demons.  They are restless, and it’s having a profound effect on him physically.  Their angry words, jeers, taunts roar loudly, almost to a deafening point.  It’s causing him great pain and it’s getting harder to focus.  He hears the Amalj’aa’s voice the loudest.  The one he defeated, warchief Arajj Goh.  He’s been hearing his voice for months now, wondering if it were really his adversary, or himself going mad. 

He now realizes for sure that it’s the warchief, somehow survived within him, watching him, making sure to make good on his promise to keep Worren’s life full of suffering.  Alexandyr knows all too well how to face inner demons, and so Worren reminds him that this is something he must deal with alone.  Then, the mental stress becomes too much, and Worren passes out.

Berrod has a caretaker keep an eye on Worren as he rests.  That is, until Syelira showed up to ward him away.  Hearing the news, she has foregone her duties in Kugane and decided to return to be at Worren’s side through his ordeal. As Worren twitches and breathes erratically in his nightmare, Syelira lays with him, vowing not to leave any more.  He cannot hear what is going on outside of his own mind, except one small sentence.

“I love you.��

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[worrentigre]

Meet the Staff - Alexandyr Valcarde

“Alexandyr Valcarde can be an odd one. Odd, but reliable.  I first met him through a mutual friend named Valentinoix, AKA The Blind Valentine.  He ordered a new coat from me, and ended up fighting me for his order.  I bested him, but his skill in boxing is very well seasoned.  I met him again when I started supporting a group that called themselves Destroyers Dawn.  They were helping the resistance fight back against the Garleans in Gry Abania, and Alexandyr was one of their medics, working out of and assisting the resistance in the barber at Rhalgr’s Reach. Then I randomly receive an invite to his wedding.  I met him once again, now training under Elder monk Singing Stream of the Fists of Rhalgr.  What does all of this have to do with the Tiger Palace?  Well, nothing.  But what does matter is that he is also an experienced goldsmith, and has extended his service in support my business, by way of producing trinkets, accents, and buttons for my orders.  They may seem minor, but they are very important, and it’s good to have an experienced man on the job.”

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[worrentigre]

Memorial for a Fallen Hero

“Word has reached my ears that the members of the Destroyer's Dawn group is holding a memorial service for those among them who have died in the battle to free Ala Mhigo from Garlean control.  Specifically for Hogan Krieger, the crazy old monk among the group. Being tied up as I was, I was more surprised I made it in time.  Well... I was late, but better than never, right?  Elder Stream has already started speaking by the time I join them:”

Singing Stream: "---gone through be amongst the worst of it. Da struggle's we had, the up's and downs, the injuries, the worries and fears that befell us all. But we were able to stand tall and strong, to push foreword and guide our way to victory. Though brethren's and sisters may lie still upon the ground, we stand here ta'day ta' honor them. Ta grace upon them gratitude and promises of remembrance for all they 'ave done fer us." She would lightly smile to them all, taking a deep breath. "Without every last one of ye all ta' be 'ere. Without every last one of yer efforts, this day wouldn't 'ave been made. so I wish ta' 'ear upon thine words; if'in any of ye desire ta' give thine gratitude and respect, do come and step forth and let all be 'eard. Matter's not what god ye serve, fer everyone shared in the struggle in the end."

Riku Nonokune steps forward quietly and nods up to Stream. The lalafell then turns and looks to those gathered. He seems to chew on his silence for a moment that may last too long before he breaths out, "Hogan was an idiot. He was loud. Obnoxious. And, for the life of my me and despite my brilliance, I haven' the foggiest of what a 'dwarf' is." He adjusts himself a bit, "That being said... Hogan fought not for the dirt and rocks we stand upon. He fought for those he saw as friends and family. He fought for them. He..." The lalafell's ears wiggle as he stares a moment... then he lowers his hood over his eyes, "...he died for them." He shrugs his shoulders, "All that is left of Hogan is his annoying laugh and larger than life voice bellowing around in the belfries of my memory...and...there they shall echo to my dismay...and to my comfort. He will not be forgotten."

Soon, emotions begin to overtake some of the people around. 

Achillies Froste would swallow, the tear finally running down his cheek as he looked up. The man looked like he was about to legitmately break down into tears. Angeal Vespyn peered up slightly to Achillies, raising his hand to grasp his gently. Achillies looks up the armored man and nodded, taking a heavy sniffle. Angeal nods. Mayu Cloudwalker pauses in the rubbing over her prayer beads as she looks to Riku. Vivi Nocturne offers a moment of silence to Riku Nonokune. Lu'kan Viermos takes a few sharp breathes at Riku's words. He doesn't try to shunt the pain and his eyes go misty.

Riku Nonokune's mouth grimaces. From under his hood, tears can be seen. He gets out two gil coins and drops them on the ground, "Thal! God of Life and Death! I, Ririkune Nonokune, pay the Ferryman to bore Hogan, Fist of Rhalgr and hero of Ala Mhigo, to the Aetherstream."

Singing Stream in silence listens, watches, and respects allowing his moment and when he finished to pay Hogan's fee, Stream smiles and nods her head and looks upon everyone. "Who else be next?"

Angeal Vespyn approached where Stream stood, turning to face the group. He held up a hand, raising his finger but it soon lowered. He turned instead, grasping a banana out of his pouch and rested it upon the pedestal.

Singing Stream looks towards Angeal and watched what he did and smiled lightly as she closed her eyes a moment and nodded her head.

Achillies Froste would raise his head and nod, pulling out a small bushel of bananas from his satchel. A cane assisted limp forward and he would pass the armored man and set the bananas on the levinaxe. "Ooo-. Hooh-Ooh-EE!"

Angeal Vespyn quietly joins in, "..Oo."

Mayu Cloudwalker raises a brow in mostly confusion. She'd then continue to quietly move her fingers along her prayer beads.

Singing Stream would watch Froste who came up next and she couldn't help but chuckle and nod her head lightly. "He be certainly one ta' love those." she sincerely stated.

Achillies Froste would turn back around the others and force a smile. His face and eyes cherry sanguin as his hands trembled. "Th-that means...'Family. Forever....In Sasquatch..." Before finally breaking into tears and a full blown sob. It looked like the man had more to say; but he would shake his head and limp back into line instead. He stands next to Angeal once more, now leaned against the towering hunk of cloth and steel at his side. Angeal Vespyn shifted his footing to keep Achillies up.

Alexandyr Valcarde seems to be murmuring something to himself.

Von Sayrillont raised a eyebrow in suprise, before the reasoning why sets in, smiling softly as she shakes her head before moving forward, she rested a hand above the levin axe, grazing a hand along it as he placed a locket in the centre. "You are now reunited with your loved ones , Hogan, Brother... may you forever be able to keep her in your embrace in the path beyond." she spoke, keeping her head bowed for a few long moments before returning back to the crowd.

Lu'kan Viermos takes a deep breath and steps forward. He retrieves a scroll from his sash.  Lu'kan Viermos: "I didnae know 'im 'alf as well as others 'ere did... though I wish I 'ad. I did how'e'er watch 'ow 'e fought. It wasnae glamorous, but it did the tick. An' it was 'is own. I regret nae trainin' wiff 'im... but I make scroll containin' what I know of tha'"Lu'kan Viermos unwraps a scroll, a recreation of old manuals of Monk styles. "I'll 'fess I didnae do the artwork meself. My record, though it be imperfect will be a preservation for those who'd follow 'is ways, howe'er few that might be. This copy goes whit 'im tae laugh at. One tae be given tae the Temple tae preserve later." Lu'kan Viermos sets the scroll partway unrwapped down. He sniffs and takes a calming breath. "May Hogan rest in Rhalgr's Hall, whit the legends of old, the Masters o' the Way, an' the Heroes who'll follow after." Lu'kan Viermos puts his palm in his fist bows and says a prayer in old Ala Mhigan, this one for all to hear, before returning to his spot.

Alexandyr Valcarde takes a breath, and steps forward. "Ask not how he died... but how did he live?  Not what did he gain, but what did he give? These are the units to measure the worth, Of man as a man, regardless of birth. Not what was his church, nor what was his creed?  But had he befriended those truly in need? Was he ever ready, with words of good cheer, to bring back a smile or to banish a tear? Not what the news in the scrolls did they say... But how many were sorry when he passed away?"

Achillies Froste was still crying. Not just for Hogan; but actually the MANY people who died during this.

Singing Stream would bow her head lightly. "Hesitate not to speak thine words, kept not in silence and let all be heard." Stream kept a strong facade, though her eyes were watering. Her eyes scanned upon everyone to see who would step forth next. 

The words of mourning seemed to have affected the group even more. 

Ellianna Bellerose just tightened her grip on her right arm, her bangs in her face as she glances away from the group. Head still bowed.  Mayu Cloudwalker would bow her head and quietly speak under her breath. Achillies Froste shook his head. Von Sayrillont: "They all were good people, good fighters, friends, family.... they will never be forgotten."  Angeal Vespyn: "..Forever remembered.."  Alexandyr Valcarde puts a hand on Ellianna's shoulder and gives a squeeze to attempt a bit of comfort.  Lu'kan Viermos has his head down, tears running down his face. "They'll be our new Heroes afore long... they deserved tae see the fruit of their labors... but maybe they be lookin' on it already."  Ellianna Bellerose would bring her hand up, placing it on the back of Alexander's as she glanced over to him with a bit of a forced smile, the lines of water from her tears on her cheek, eyes a bit red as she nods to him  Worren Tigre, however, remains silent and stoic.

Then, he finally decides to step forward after seeing no one else moving up. "Ala Mhigo is free. We should not mourn the passing of our comrades, but celebrate what they did in life. During my life in combat, everyone who has fallen around me have died for nothing. Those who were close to me like family, even. Died to hubris. Cowardice. Treachery, even. But now, in my life, I can finally say that there are people who's deaths in combat were not in vain, and are meaningful. I'm only sad that Hogan and I never got a chance to wrestle those bears..." He gives a smile and a chuckle, and moves back.

Achillies Froste chuckled at Worren's last comment through his tears.

Angeal Vespyn: "..Perhaps, in a manner of speaking, he and the others flames will be used to lead the path like the meteor did long ago."

Singing Stream would smile closed her eyes as Worren spoke taking in his words and smilely gently. "Well spoken, Brethren." she stated and looked upon everyone else. "Be there any more words ta' share?"

Achillies Froste: "Friend Hogan...and others gave it all. So we can go back t' our lives..." Mayu Cloudwalker simply continues to quietly speak her prayer as she touches her prayer beads. Vivi Nocturne simply shakes his head and wipes his eyes. Riku Nonokune nods. Achillies Froste: "Dumb like stone, Strong like Sasquatch...Love like a brother." Alexandyr Valcarde: "And look not over our shoulders, lest we be blinded by the light behind us; let it instead illuminate the path forward.

Singing Stream would step forth closer to the group. "Rhalgr and the Twelve blesses us all, the living or the dead. Mourn in manners appropriate to ye all, but stay not in the pit of darkness that mourning can trap thy soul into. Our Brethren and Sisters fallen may not be physically 'ere with us, but they stay inside each of us, within our very hearts. Never ta' be forgotten." Stream would hold out her hand and a golden orb would form and levitate as it suddenly bursted into a large heavenly golden orb that erupted to shower all within the room with a warm radiance, there would be a revitalized feeling swelling within all. "Blessed be unto thine breath, blessed be unto thine soul. Fer we may all march forth into the new horizon with our heads 'eld 'igh and back straight. For the sacrifices left not in vain we build forth a new future, a future given ta' us by those fallen, but never forgotten." she would smile at everyone. "Many thanks to ye all, from the bottom of mine heart." Upon her cheeks tears would stream down.

Riku Nonokune: "Ala Mhigo and Doma are free... but the war is far from over. There are still other provinces under Garlean control. There are still battles to be fought. We've own Ala Mhigo. Now we must rebuild...and continue to fight for what we have gained."

Lu'kan Viermos: "They've set the fires tae light our way. Does us nae good if we stay in place overlong."

Vivi Nocturne: "Then let thier memory spur us on to complete this mission."

Everyone takes a moment of silence.

Riku Nonokune nods to Singing Stream. "Thank you for setting this up." Singing Stream would look down at Riku and she would nod. "Aye, I couldn't fathom the thought of letting my Brethens and Sisters to lay without a final farewell. I thank thee all for coming. It be quite meaningful." Riku Nonokune nods. Lu'kan Viermos adds, "Aye, I'm glad tha' we 'ah a moment tae send 'em off."

Von Sayrillont: "I think we all needed this, thank you Elder Stream... Vivi Nocturne bows courteously to Singing Stream. Stream smiles at Von Sayrillont in return.

Singing Stream: "Ye all may feel free to take upon thine 'omes, or stay further, I will not force thee ta' if'in ye don't desire ta'. I shall stay if'in ye desiring ta' speak more personally."

|”I never did like funerals or memorial services.  But, this one was worth it.  The old man went out fighting, just like he wanted, and Ala Mhigo is free. Too bad he's not able to see the fruits of his labor.  I'd be lying if I said I believed that he didn't deserve this.  He's lived a long life and went out with a hero's death. Like his booming voice and boisterous personality, he went out with a bang and not a whimper. And that, I can only admire. I've had many people I've called brother and sister, served with them in arms for years, only to see them die for nothing. My entire unit in the Brass Blades wiped out due to jealousy and treachery. Airka as well... I don't even want to think of the circumstances of her passing.  However, I will remain retired from active combat duty, but this has given me a small measure of hope that there are still things worth dying for out there. Cheers to you old man. May you forever grapple with Ivon Couerlfist and sit with Rhalgr in the life stream.”

*As Worren finally leaves Rhalgr's Reach, he pulls out a folded letter from one of the folds of his cyclas.  He must have read this a hundred times already, but it does not seem to get easier as his mood instantly sours once again. Showing real emotion for the first time that day by frowning deeply, he forgoes heading back to Thanalan, and instead decides to train once more on the boulders and golems around the Fringes.*

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