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Emet-Selch planning the Garlean Empire: ok so high-tech floating fortresses that can contain dragons didn't go over so great
Emet-Selch: let's try cars.
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Got a hold of the digital Encylopedia Eorzea and it's got some good shit about Allag in it, including this....
So it seems this is why he seemed so grotesque; the aether fundamentally changed him.
But of course, we can't forget the one who made this all possible.
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[Language barriers and the Echo Anon] You ever keep yourself awake at night thinking how they hand waved currency differences in FFXIV. Sure I’m fully aware that tomestones, tribal currency and other such things exist but the majority of things are paid with Gil. It makes sense in Eorzea but less so elsewhere. Kugane can be justified with being the only open trading port of Hingashi, Thavnair receiving trade from Eorzea and the First’s currencies being so tossed about post Flood they accept Gil now but would it really make sense in places like Yanxia or Rak’tika(rural)? I don’t want to think about how places that you aren’t supposed to visit again lore wise(Elpis, UT and the illusory Amaurot in Tempest) can accept gil as payment and or even trade goods.
I really don't worry about it, especially if we go with the idea of Gil being a typical gold-based currency just with a funny name.
It was also an Allagan thing, recycled by Eorzeans. And with trade with Eorzea being common, it does mostly work in the Source. Yanxia is Doma, more open to trade and outsiders than even Hingashi, and has been part of Garlemald besides - and the Empire has no issue taking Eorzean coin and probably has a similar Allagan-inspired currency that's equivalent, given how much else they base upon the old empire.
Mostly it IS a gameplay convenience even more than the languages so players don't also have to worry about the Gil to Koban exchange rate, but there's also nothing saying the WoL and Scions aren't dealing in Koban when in the East and the game just doesn't deal with that.
As for the First, that's just a mess of handwaving a world actively in the midst of apocalypse and maybe we'll get more details in the 3rd lorebook, but they seem to be having a "collapse the languages and currency down since the remaining population is so small" situation there, and everyone has to trade with one another for survival purposes; even the Viis, who start working with the Qitari and the Night's Blessed.
And while a barter system for the Viis on introduction (or even the Xaela of the Steppe) might seem to make sense, it also unnecessarily complicates and bogs down story and gameplay, so like a LOT of other things in the game, shorthands it to "they just take your coin."
Which I find more and more, people kind of forget, especially when criticizing how "fast and easy" something resolves, that in the scope of the game, pretty much everything is shorthanded to keep gameplay and story moving along, from conversations to rest periods to equipment acquisition to scenes we don't see play out between NPCs and to the vast majority of gameplay mechanics where they intersect with character actions and interactions.
FFXIV tries real hard to make some gameplay part of the world and story, like teleportation. Or they make bland excuses on why we can wander around the 3 city-states post-Banquet, or why the WoL isn't given a shock collar too in Tertium, or can keep visiting unique locations for specific storypoints like Ultima Thule and Elpis. And if we were playing a traditional standalone, single-player FF game, those situations would be written and played out differently.
But sometimes a lore lampshade is just a lampshade, and not all game mechanics are actually lore, but ways for players to fill in the gaps when it comes to Roleplay and Fanfiction.
EDIT: And here's a post from some other folks, with some sources, that barter wasn't as widespread as people think, most places - even remote and sparsely populated - had regular commerce, and currency of some form was far more common and far-reaching than might be assumed.
Remember, folks: Hollywood and other media rarely have accurate portrayals of history, and our own modern assumptions of things being different "back then" are often wrong. Street vendors and athletic sponsorships were common in Rome and "Tiffany" is a medieval (nick)name.
#final fantasy xiv#Gil#Gameplay#Lore#Story#MSQ#Encyclopaedia Eorzea#Allag#Eorzea#Garlemald#Doma#Kugane#Viis#Azim Steppe
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thank you @aethernoise !!! funny you should say that I was just reading the entries on Allag in Encyclopedia Eorzea 1 today and there's a bit
"The people had grown complacent, abandoning learning and drowning themselves in leisure, relegating any and all work to machina."
which sounds an awful lot like Yevon's story about why Sin appeared
#its from Amon's (very fascist) justification for resurrecting Xande so we can't take it at its word for what late Allag was like#allag#the mermaiden speaks#ffxiv#ffx
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#FFxivWrite2023 - Day 8: Shed
The GALL of this man, Amon thought to himself as he stared at his red-masked visitor. What does he MEAN, “my methods leave something to be desired”?
Yet even as he boggled at the man’s presumption— “I have come to claim you”, honestly—he could not help but feel morbidly curious. ‘Twas a bold soul indeed who would question his methodology to his face. He could not remember the last time anyone in the imperial court had done so.
Which, he supposed, did mean the stranger was paying attention, and not just having a lark. And he had been unable to deny Amon’s results, which had to count for something.
“...As fortune would have it,” the man continued, in a tone Amon immediately recognized as dripping with guile, “the seat of Fandaniel—your rightful seat—lies vacant and waiting. Take your place amongst your peers, rather than die a pointless death amidst the ashes of your doomed nation.”
Amon remained uncharacteristically silent as he considered the words, unmoving on his seat, fingers steepled in front of his masked face. Such claims were extraordinary, and to any other individual, they would stretch the limits of credulity to the breaking point. A whole civilization that not only existed aeons before Allag, but had surpassed it in every respect? The star itself shattered into fourteen pieces that must needs be reunited? Amon himself, living a previous life, as a previous man—but a more whole, complete version of him? Surely this was all too much to be seriously entertained.
But still, he was given pause.
The way the stranger had apparated into the room in a dark swirl of magic was certainly a mark in his favor. These “Ascians”, as he had identified himself, must be people of respectable power.
But for another thing, Amon could not disagree with his forecast of Allag’s demise. He had recognized the decay that was setting into the empire. It was, in fact, that very thing which had prompted him to do the unthinkable: to resurrect Xande, their greatest emperor, that he might steer them to better things.
It chafed him that the people spoke of it with the same irreverence as an unusually impressive parlor trick.
It destroyed him that Xande’s own post-death perspective confirmed his very worst fears.
This was all for nothing.
It seemed not just that the Emperor could lose the war, but perhaps, he did not wish to win it.
Yet it took more than that to earn Amon’s attention. Anyone with half their wits—which excluded most of his countrymen, he assumed—could see the writing on the wall. Allag would not be the first great people to crumble, and presumably, neither would they be the last. Such pointless cycles littered history and required no soothsayer to predict.
Amon may well have laughed the stranger out of his laboratory, were it not for the dreams.
Those dreams were hazy, fragmented things, but they had haunted him as long as he could remember. They featured… a garden? No, a testing ground. Somehow both. It was beautiful. It was vapid. It was peaceful. It was a nightmare. It plucked at the mystery of creation itself, and yet there were no answers in it. He was himself, and yet he was not. He was surrounded by masked faces he did not recognize, whom he somehow knew. And there was a sense of something in the stars above—something grave, something hopeful, something existentially important. But he knew not what. None of it made sense to him. Every dream saw him disoriented and confused, a question in his mind he could not shake, reverberating louder and louder within him as the dream went on: “Why…? Why? Why? WHY??” until he woke up with a desire to scream.
But of course, it was just a vexing dream.
Unless it wasn’t.
The mask the Ascian wore was not like the masks he saw there. …But neither, he supposed, was it so very different. If there was any truth to his words…
A satisfied smile curled upon the visitor’s lips as he sensed Amon’s reluctant intrigue.
—
Within a fortnight, Allag’s foremost technologist disappeared from the empire—though no one really noticed, as his clone took his place. He found himself in a dark, formless space between worlds, adrift on an isle which floated in the nothingness. He had no inkling such a place existed before today, and it set his mind spinning to consider the ramifications. He no longer doubted the Ascian, at least not about this part.
Shadowy robed figures surrounded him. Most of them were formerly men like himself, he was told. People who had realized that their feeble existence was but a pale, warped imitation of what could be. Of what should be. Above them towered a deific statue, imposing, haloed, and wrought from dark metal. He knew precious little about this “Zodiark”. He had been assured all would become clear in due course.
Amon looked down at the carved red stone in his hands. It was etched with a celestial design. Fandaniel. He turned the word over in his mind, trying to get used to it. As unfamiliar as the language was, he clung to what Emet-Selch had taught him it meant: pursuer of extant phenomena. He could live with that. Or die with that, whichever this counted as doing.
“Now,” Emet-Selch told him, jarring him out of his thoughts. “Focus on that stone. This process will suffer no distractions.”
“Your wish is my command,” Amon replied with a flourish, hoping it managed to cover for his slowly rising panic. He rebuked himself inwardly for his cowardice. After all, ‘twas not as if he had anything to lose at this point.
He could not see, but rather felt, the Ascian roll his eyes. “Are you ready to begin?”
“No time like the present,” he answered. Even if this were to be his end, he must admit it was a fascinating way to go.
Emet-Selch paused incredulously at the man who wore an outward nonchalance hardly befitting someone on the cusp of shedding his mortal frame. He extended his hand towards him, and then announced, “I advise you brace yourself. This will hurt.”
Amon barely had time to second-guess his decision before he felt a veritable explosion in his skull. The pain was like nothing he ever felt. It dropped him to his knees. A language he did not know—he could not even make out words—resonated in his mind, as he felt his very essence being crushed, stretched, extracted. The last sound Amon’s corporeal form would ever make was a protracted, piteous cry of agony.
And then it was over.
He stood there, a tangible soul without body, staring agape at his own crumpled corpse on the ground. The stone. He was meant to be focusing…
The memories contained in it all flooded him at once.
Ever had he been a man of science, but it was one thing to learn information, and another to just know it. He reeled from all that he suddenly understood. Those masked figures around him—he did not know most of them. But of course he wouldn’t. They were not of The Fourteen. The Fourteen? Yes, of course. Emet-Selch had introduced himself already, but even apart from that, he knew him. He recognized that self-congratulatory smirk that he saw on his face even now.
And those two others in red masks—one wearing black robes, the other in white. “By the Emperor,” Amon gasped. My, what an absurdly weak oath that sounded like anymore. “Lahabrea. Elidibus.”
The former Ascian gave no reaction he could discern, but the latter offered a nearly imperceptible smile. “Welcome back, Fandaniel,” he replied.
He could not remember anything prior to swearing his oath of office. Well, that, and his life as Amon. That was fine. He had been warned of as much prior to accepting the Ascians’ offer. But he wracked his newfound knowledge for context for his dreams—something, anything to confirm that this was not a colossal mistake. A testing ground that was a garden… ah, of course. Elpis. He knew that place. He had worked there. He was overseer there.
He was Hermes.
He staggered under the weight of the realization. How could it—but he was. He was. This was his soul. It was all true. It was all real.
He resisted the unseemly urge to cry at these newfound memories, although it briefly occurred to him to wonder if, in this form, tears would even flow. He dug through his own mind like his now-past-self had once dug through tomes of research, relieved that at last he could untangle the mystery that had stalked him nearly every night. He would be able to understand. He would…
He…
He felt his gut twist at the yawning void where he expected answers to be.
The stone held no memories of that time, but he had not expected it to. That was not the problem. But that confusion? That dissonance? That primal scream of “why”?
Those were not Amon’s.
They were Hermes’s.
Darkness take me, he thought, swearing by a deity he only just now understood.
…What have I done?
#FFxivWrite#FFxivWrite2023#fandaniel#emet selch#hermes#elpis#Endwalker spoilers#allag#amon#angst#I've never been an Ascian stan but#this guy cannot catch a break#the horrors persist#and the sentence ends there
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Date: XX - X - XXXX. Met prospective new patron today. First impressions: Direct. Well-spoken. Vain, but not overly narcissistic. Confident in his power, if insecure in his mortality. As equally well-versed in the intricacies of court politics and noble society as he is in matters of war and conquest. Intelligent enough to avoid the traps laid out before him by Amon and his ilk, but not quite so much that he can see the noose already tightening about his neck. Quite attractive in profile, if only from his right side; such a terrible shame about his left. Most importantly, the man is possessed of a favorable temperament and more than enough material wealth to suit my needs. Construction of Arachnion proceeds apace, and he is more than willing to divert funds toward its completion so long as he receives of the fruit of my labor; a simple promise, all too easily fulfilled. Yes, he will serve me rather nicely.
[ . . . ] As an aetherochemical researcher of the late Allagan era, Damophon is best known today for his research into preserving one’s continuity of consciousness during transference of the soul into various media, both organic and inorganic. To this end he made numerous innovations in the field of cloning technology, some of which have been mistakenly attributed to his more infamous colleague and counterpart Amon. In fact, the entirety of his body of work might have been thusly misattributed had it not been for the man’s habit of meticulously chronicling his day-to-day activities, no matter how mundane. Among these meticulously-kept notes can be found detailed records of Damophon’s many patrons: Allagan nobles of varying renown, each one bearing deep investment in the idea of immortalizing their names through contributions to science, or quite literally immortalizing themselves through Damophon’s discoveries. Only one such patron is never referred to by name, nor does Damophon attribute to him any other identifying information, as he indicates this particular patron’s funding is to be directed strictly toward a project ‘of utmost secrecy and import.’ Nevertheless, Damophon seems to have taken great interest in this chosen venture, as his writings on the matter — those which have been discovered thus far, to wit — indicate a level of vigor and interest rarely seen in his other reports. This interest is likewise shared with his mysterious patron, with whom he associates only a coded name: the Hanged Man.
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#balmung#balmung rp#allag#robyn lanner#andriskos#did actually post these shots to twitter like over a month ago but held off on reposting here#until i could come up with a decent !!!lore!!! caption for them#well. well.
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I have shipped the nodes.
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Because I'm so totally normal, I - of course - have an Allagan traitor and a Meracydian general as ocs.
And of course, they're Surkukteni's and Ysayle's immediate past lives.
Ammut is the brother to Amon. He's a trans man who greatly opposed the empire but tried to keep his criticism mild so he could continue to work with insurgents like Urth (Iolaine) without drawing too much attention to himself. He ends up getting in touch with the Meracydian resistance and works with them after....years of bickering to get them to trust him, and he winds up in a pact with Bahamut (aka: romantic interest), and starts dating Macchi. His pact lets him conjure weapons associated with Bahamut!
Macchi is a Meracydian Mithra, so he really should be a 6'3" tiger man, burly af etc etc. He's in a pact (again, deeply romantic stuff) with Tiamat, who so deeply trusts him that she let him partake of her own energy. So, dragon-catboy. His life is what Ysayle mistakes for Shiva and Hraesvelgr's, so she was right, but just a tiny bit off mark. He's resistant to the idea of ever working with Ammut - as a general pushing back against Allagan colonization - but he does end up working with Ammut and gets with him.
...the two end up caught by Amon and executed horrifically. They have powerful Voidsent summoned into their living bodies (considered inhumane by even Allag) to execute them publicly and use the bound Voidsent to kill Bahamut and topple Meracydia: in Macchi was Macha, the Voidsent of the Morrignae and would be the namesake of Mhach; in Ammut, was Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, who would be resummoned by Ammut's reincarnation 3,000 years later.
Their rage was so strong that Hydaelyn - taking the souls of her dead lovers, Charon and Khione - kept them by her to spare them further pain, not realizing she released them to reincarnate as Surkukteni and Ysayle (and Katsuro, but that's complicated).
im normal
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#oc#allag#meracydia#mithra#allagan elezen#gpose#gposers#gposer#crystallinescreens ❅#ammut#macchi#original#Im So Fucking Normal
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Pg. 10: Himskhalan Educer’s Attire
Time and again it has been said by the Regalia, and it never becomes less fun to mention it once more: the wisdom of the Allagans may have laid Eorzea to waste, but were they ever praised for their fashion sense? Not until now! Step into your next martial or magical outing with style with the attire of the Himskhalan Educer.
Warm to the touch and pleasant to view from any angle, this Summoner's gear channels the aether of primals as normal, but infuses them with the power of ice. A frozen Hellfire? A chilling Aerial Blast? An Earthen Avalanche? The mixing of elements opens up many possibilities.
And of course, the grimoire must also be mentioned, for how else can a Summoner inflict pain outside of their Trance? The "Cryonomicon" - aptly named - is an artifact weapon that provides one with a further understanding of the cryonic ways.
This lovely tome pushes the limits of Arcanima through the enhancement of its unaspected spells with the power of ice, and may even call forth Cryo Demi-Phoenix! Of course, the utilization of this element is left entirely to the discretion of the Summoner.
The marvels and aesthetic of the Allagan Empire are now yours to own with this wonderful addition to Summoner couture! Be the talk of your next excursion or random combat event when you storm the scene in the Himskhalan Educer's Attire!
(Credit and thanks to https://twitter.com/SHiRoyuki003 for the creation of this masterpiece!)
#thiji higuri#Higuri Regalia#pib catalogue#Himvat Gallery#summoner#ffxiv summoner#allagan#allag#ff14 FFXIV#fashion#high fashion#ffxiv fashion#haute couture#winter#cute#ffxiv balmung#balmung rp#FFXIV crystal#crystal rp#hyur
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𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙮 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚
Alrekr was on a routine patrol with a group of friends when they were ambushed. He put himself between their assailants and his friends, ending up getting half his face blown off.
He was left for dead, despite begging for help.
He was found, and today lives with the result of Allagan Augmentation. He’s so tired of life, in constant pain, and harbors deep, deep rage at being abandoned after putting himself in the line of fire.
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Background Lore, pt.1
//OPENING RESTRICTED FILE// Subject Ω01, predecessor of ∆02, Ω03, and ∆04; A'xivrus Nunh.
It is worth noting that the subject does not draw from Bahamut as a primal. Subject will be told otherwise to instigate fear and observe behavioral pattern changes believing they are a descendant of what caused the Seventh Umbral Calamity. In reality, subject is directly tied to Bahamut and Tiamat of the First Brood, not the tempered and artificial Bahamut enslaved in Dalamud.
Subject will share memories with the enslaved Bahamut, but the subject shall also share memories with Tiamat. There was no applicable way to avoid this but we will mentally challenge the subject to believe that the memories are simply dreams of another world and not memories.
Subject has been administered grafts that monitor life and enforce evolution and submission whenever it is required. We have detected multiple personality constructs within the subject, leading to believe that their own individuality coexists with Bahamut and Tiamat both, though it is only a matter of time before they devour each other.
Their affinity to the First Brood has been unmatched so far, taking samples of their DNA and other bodily secretions was a wise choice in order to further a prime vessel for merging mankind and dragons. This subject's data will be directly implemented into Omega as observation continues. Eventually, as this subject evolves, there will be no need for Omega, for the subject will be able to surpass even the mechanical machine that seemingly has no limits.
Anti-Omega, and related mechanical lifeforms, mechanisms are scheduled to be implemented at a later date. With these, the subject will be resistant to all forms of restraint and influence that Omega has.
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Oh look, it's Allagan lore. I feast well this day.
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From Sorrows Hold (deliver us) Chapter 1
Hello, hello!
Here with another fic. Don’t worry, this one is finished and will all be posted.
Sorrow’s Hold is the story of my alt Warrior of Light, Dal Phina’s past life. I made Dal with a more complex, dark background than Xelinah, and in fleshing out how his past life played out, this story just kind of took hold.
His past self here is not a shard of Azem, but is still related and ends up with unique ties to both Emet-Selch and Amon.
Be warned this is not a happy story, with a happy ending. Otherwise, please enjoy.
From Sorrows Hold (deliver us) - Chapter 1
#Writing#fic#Final Fantasy XIV#Warrior of Light lore#Azem lore#incidental Emet-Selch character study#incidental Amon Character study#Dal phina#Allag
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Allagan Ikea
#this is a room in the Fractal Continuum THESE ARE ALL HOUSING ITEMS#things you find while scouting for gpose locations#aria plays ffxiv#ffxiv screenshots#allag
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[…] Yes, I know exactly what sort of man you are. Not the man you were, once celebrated in story and song, for he has long since turned to ash. In Meracydia did you claim your glory, seized it with both hands, and for a price no less than death; and when death came to claim you in turn, you stood upon that precipice, gazed into that yawning abyss from which no light, no life can ever escape; and rather than give yourself over to that eternal embrace, much less to allow your memory to pass into legend, what did you do instead? You turned away, and gave yourself over to fear. Yes, that is exactly the sort of man you are, now and I fear forever on. Neither your vaunted strength nor your storied accomplishments shall follow your name into the annals of history; in their place, only cowardice shall remain.
— An excerpt from the personal writings of Damophon, an aetherochemical scholar of some renown during the late Allagan era. The subject of this passage remains a mystery into the modern day, for no record has been found among Damophon’s other works in which he refers to this man by name; some scholars have theorized that Damophon is addressing none other than Emperor Xande himself, but no evidence has yet been found which might support this conclusion.
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Have to spell out the word D-E-A-D but will show a dead corpse and LITERALLY A DISLOCATED SHOULDER BEING POPPED BACK INTO PLACE WITH NO PROBLEM WTF
#jwct#yasmina fadoula#sammy gutierrez#ben pincus#kenji kon#darius bowman#brooklyn jwct#jwct season 2 spoilers#jwct spoilers#jwct season 2#yasammy#like seriously some of the scenes were unhinged tho#“yOu OfF-bRaNd AlLaGaToR!”
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