#Paladin: Omutu

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"Worry not, dear Meteion." The Lalafell took note of her tone and expression, standing up to place a reassuring hand upon her head. "I'll not force you anywhere if you do not feel ready; none of us would. I understand the guilt weighs heavy on your heart, but you cannot let that hold you back forever." His large, green eyes looked directly into hers as he spoke.

"Yes, there was a lot of trouble caused by the Endsinger's Song, but it was in that hardship that renewed hope and unity was found." He specifically used the name "Endsinger", the name giving to the collective Meteia rather than the singular one.

"Again, I perfectly understand the guilt within you, and I'll not force you to face what you do not feel ready for, but know that the world turns forever more. You are you and should you ever need help for whatever reason, you're never too far away from a helping hand. But until that day comes, if it comes, know that you'll always be welcome by myself, my friends, and the Scions." His gaze turned towards the heaven, the blue skies above Ul'dah that were so bright and peaceful with but a few clouds passing by. "And I know the Loporrits would very much enjoy your company. There is even one who could help your with your turmoil, should you be willing to lend them an ear and your voice."

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"I would tell you what they look like, but unfortunately, I know not what these Elementals look like. Not even S'bera knows and he hails from Gridania." He gave a slight pause, shaking his head. "But it matters not. If they do not see you as a threat, then you'll be fine." He paused yet again, seeming to think about a few things. A few brief seconds passed before the Lalafell spoke again. "There is also U'tala and Ishita. If I could hazard a guess, I wouldn't be surprised if they're in the Far East, at the Azim Steppe. The Steppe has beautiful, wide open plains with a number of Au Ra tribes living there, each with their own ways of life. Though I would suggest not going south to Dalmasca for a while. Frances told is it was a beautiful, peaceful realm. Currently, the people of Ivalice are recovering and repairing, so tensions may be high. But I'm sure she would love to see you someday." The entire time he spoke, Omutu had a soft smile on his face. It was clear by the look in his eyes that he was reminiscing, his mind wandering to the various lands he and his friends traveled to on their journey. "Ishgard, Othard, Ala Mhigo, Sharlyan, and even the Moon." He muttered to himself.

After her last reply, Meteion just went silent, listening to her friend explain about where his friends had been off too, what other places he had traveled far and wide and even in between. Of course she would love to explore such places but... she also didn't feel fully ready to look everything in one setting. She simply wanted to take her own time since the world is at a peace.

After Omutu had finished speaking for the moment, Meteion finally turn her head to look back at the mortal and she couldn't help but to smile in return. She could feel the warmness, the happiness that Omutu was bringing about but Meteion still had her own emotions so her smile seemed to look like a sad one instead. "I would like to explore those places someday but... I don't think I'm ready just yet."

"I... dunno if I can even face anyone there."

"Not after what I had done..."

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A major event for Omutu’s character. Previously, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw his life away to protect someone else. But now, he admits and gladly speaks that one shouldn’t needlessly put yourself in harm’s way for another.

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@party-of-rpg-muses​ asked: "Pardon my asking, Lady Ysayle, but how did you come to summon Shiva and channel her essence into yourself. Never before have my friends and I heard of such a feat." Omutu asked, the Lalafellin Dark Knight (former Paladin) looking up at his and his party's former opponent.

Ysayle’s gaze drifted down towards the Lalafel, their time of being enemies long gone now with the turmoil that occurred. Such a question seemed better suited for their Academian comrade, but instead the Elezen decided to divulge the secrets. “The crystals were more a catalyst than anything else.” Gathered with ice aspect aether flowing through and swirling with the power from the cold of Dravania itself.

“I believed myself to be the reincarnation of Saint Shiva herself.” Her gaze turned skyward as she contemplated it. “That her soul within me would be released if enough aether accumulated and was directed towards me. But,” shaking her head, the silvery threads shifting across her back. “That was not what I did. Instead I took my own ego and gave it life, changing my body into a host for the aether, rather than the spirit I had believed in with all my heart.” That belief that gave forth a primal, a monstrosity, a weapon.

Her attention fell back to the Lalafel, a smile winding its way across her lips as she blinked, and the soft blue hue of her iris was replaced by a piercing bright light that radiated with power.

“But I can go back and forth now, summoning the aether from around me. Would you like a demonstration, dear knight?”

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“Yes, my friends and I are aware...” Omutu crossed his arms over his chest as he wore a dour expression on his face. “My friends and I saw Master Estinien’s memories of Garlemald. Zenos slew his father and Garlemald attempted to recreate the Ultimate Weapon...” To this day, seeing the monstrosity that was the Arch Ultima haunts his mind. He shook his head before turning his gaze upwards towards the larger male. “This war must come to an end as soon as possible. Not just for our sake, but the people in Garlemald suffering; being used as subjects and facing untold horrors for the sake of the Empire.”

"Tis good to see you again, Master Arenvald. How goes Ala Mhigo's restoration?" Omutu couldn't help but smile as he approached his fellow half-Ala Mhigan. "I've heard takes that you've been fighting Primals alongside Lady Fordola."

 “Oh , yes it has been going...well.” fordola is a excellent ...mentor in all honesty because despite having the echo longer, he could barely use it pass the mind barrier that it presented. “Its been a bit slow considering that we are still fighting Garlamend, but...its doing great. Baby steps you know.”

he laughs awkwardly. 

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Attack on Rhalgr’s Reach (FFXIV Story)

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Flames bellowed forth from Rhalgr’s Reach, hidden base of the Ala Mhigan Resistence. Said flames lit up the night sky like a beacon, a portent of the horror within. The Warriors of Light charged forward, concerned about the possible bloodshed. Even if they didn’t know the state of the battle, a surprise attack no doubt lead to heavy bloodshed on the side of the Resistance. And yet, no sooner had they arrived did a few Resistance survivors appear, falling in exhaustion with Garlean soldiers close behind. Despite the survivors clearly being unable to fight, the Garleans continued their assault.

“Alright, everyone.” S’bera spoke, his voice taking a commanding tone towards his fellow Warriors of Light. “Protect the Resistance members!” The others nodded in agreement, eyes steeled as the drew their weapons, S’bera doing the same; S’bera with his spear in hand, Omutu with his sword and shield, Ishita holding her rapier, and U’tala drawing her globe. Frances, however, was engulfed in a blue light for a split-second, swapping her bow for a pair of claws.

“No, please! I beg of you!” The Ala Mhigan soldier looked at his assailant in horror as the Imperial Centurion raised his sword. “Know your place, savages!” He called before bringing it down. The Ala Mhigan closed his eyes, bracing himself for the blade and cold hands of death. But rather, he heard the sound of blade meeting shield. He looked up and saw a small Lalafell clad in Paladin’s armor. With a swing of his shield, Omutu deflected the blade, following up with a decisive strike, felling his opponent.

“Quickly, flee to Castrum Oriens!” Omutu spoke. “My friends and I shall stay and save as many as we can.” The Resistence member quickly scrambled to his feet and making his way towards the entrance, only making an exhausted “thank you” before leaving.

“Omutu!” Ishita called out, her hands full with another Garlean. “Help Tala.” The Lalafell turned his gaze towards U’tala, noticing an Imperial Signifer was preparing an magitek spell while the Miqo’te was busy healing. He gave a nod, charging towards the enemy mage before slamming his shield against the Garlean’s torso, distracting him for a brief moment. Before the mage could recover, claws slashed across the Signifer‘s body, blood coming from the wound as the soldier fell, dead.

“Impressive work, Lady Frances.” Omutu said to the Viera as she swiped her claws against the air, removing most of the blood from the blades. She looked down at her friend, giving a single nod, her expression as calm as ever. At the same time, the other two soldiers cried out, S’bera and Ishita landing the killing blows on their opponents and allowing the other Ala Mhigans to escape.

Frances sniffed the air, following with a visible grimace. “Tch... The smell of blood is strong. This wasn’t just a battle; but a massacre. And the people had already surrendered, too...” Her ears swiveled from side-to-side, as did the two Miqo’te. The area was drowned in the sounds of fires burning, steel and metal clashing, and the screams of the injured or dying. “I can also hear a woman’s voice. I assume this one is a commander of sorts.”

“So, what shall be out plan of action, Ishi?” S’bera’s gaze turned towards the small Au Ra, trying his best to ignore the sounds for the time being.

“We must find Lyse and Y’shtola and attempt to find Conrad and Meffrid. We’ll save as many people as we can while at the same time drawing Garlean forces towards us. That should allow any survivors to escape or raise morale of those who wish to stay and fight.”

“Alright, friends.” S’bera spoke up again. “We’ll travel north-west and save any allies we see. Remember; this is a rescue mission first and foremost. If a Garlean is retreating, do not chase them; our focus is to remain in Rhalgr’s Reach.” The others gave a nod, affirming not only their leader’s words, but Ishita’s as well.

The group ran forward and it didn’t take long for them to run into a pair of Magitek Predators opening fire on Resistance members who had already surrendered. “Frances, Ishi, take out the pilots!” The Viera swapped her job once again, swapping her claws out for her bow and arrow, taking careful aim at the Magitek pilot. She let loose a single arrow, letting it fly true and strike the pilot directly in their head, the soldier falling forward in his seat.

Ishita closed her eyes, calmly exhaling as her aether focused within her rapier. “Verthunder II!” She stopped for a moment, placing the focus upon her rapier as lightning shot out and towards the other Predator. A combination of electrical magic and an overload of magical energy caused the core to explode, completely destroying the mount and its pilot.

The group continued forward, intercepting more Garlean soldiers, but in the midst of battle, wolf-like beings arrived, fighting on the side of the Garleans. Once the battle had concluded, Ishita could help but take notice. “What could Lupin be doing here? And so far from Othard as well...” She nearly got lost within her own thoughts until she hear U’tala call her to her, snapping her back to attention before moving forward

Amongst the combat, a single woman effortlessly cut down the Ala Mhigan soldiers that charged her way, her blade dripping with their blood as the explosion caught her attention. “The hells?” She turned her head towards the sound, noticing the party of five running towards her. “It would seem the rescue party has arrived.” She swung her blade, getting rid of the access blood before turning to her new opponents. “Shame you’ll die like the rest.

“That voice...” Frances spoke up, already holding an arrow, ready to fire when combat starts. “It was her voice I heard before. She must be the commander.”

“You’ve got that right, my dear Spriggan. I am Fordola rem Lupis.” She pointed her blade towards the party as they came to a stop before her. “I am the commander of the Imperial Army within Ala Mhigo and of the Crani Lupis.” Getting a better loo, the party instantly remembered her, they remember seeing her men brutally beat Wercrata because he was late with the tribute.

Omutu stepped forward, his blade pointed up at Fordola as he glare met her eyes. “I am Omutu Rasumutu, son of Ala Mhigo! How could you come to serve the Empire; to serve those who wouldn’t even consider non-Garleans worthy enough to lick their boots, the ones who treat our people worse than garbage?”

Those words... They very clearly struck a nerve with Fordola, especially when he used the words “our people”. Rage flared in her eyes as she clenched her teeth hard enough that one would swear her gums would start bleeding. “How dare you lump me in with garbage like you! You want to know why I would ally with Garlemald? Die with that question on your lips!”

“Keep the other Garlean solders busy.” Omutu said, his tone becoming eerily calm. “I shall deal with this one myself.” Even though his tone was level, it didn’t take much to notice there was a rage bubbling inside him. He could understand not having he strength to fight back, but to actively betray kin and country was something he could not accept! He charged forward his blade meeting with Fordola’s.

“Not bad, little man. I did not expect one so small to have such strength.” Fordola grinned, almost as if she saw the Lalafell before her as a toy to play with. The two pushed pushed back, putting a little bit of space between them for their battle to properly start. They exchanged sword strikes, either countering with their own blade or blocking with their shield. Suddenly, Omutu could see an area around Fordola begin to glow. He knew what this meant, causing the Lalafell to step out of the range. As soon as he did so, Fordola thrust her sword downward as light seemed to erupt from the ground around her.

Once the light faded, Omutu continued his assault striking her with his shield. While she was stunned, he swung his blade in a circular area around him, quickly following up with a forward thrust towards the woman before she was able to recover. She gritted her teeth, increasing the ferocity of her attacks. He did his best to parry or block, but a few of her attacks made it through his defenses, slashing at his chest. Even though he wore armor, he could still feel the blade against his form. just then, he could see an area in front of Fordola glow. He responded by moving to the side just as she stabbed forward, countering with a strong slash towards her side.

“Gah!” Suddenly, Fordola swung her shield to the side, catching Omutu off-guard and hitting him in the face, returning the favor from before. Another circular area began to glow around her, one slightly smaller than the first one. But the stunned Lalafell was unable to get around of the way before Fordola swung her blade in a circular area around her.

Omutu fell back, taking the full force of the blow before recovering. He steeled his resolve, increasing his defenses against Fordola’s continued onslaught as he slammed his blade into the ground, light bursting from the ground and hitting Fordola. He immediately followed up by swinging his blade around him before bringing it upward against her.

“Y-You...! What in the seven hells are you?!” Fordola called out, hunched forward as she looked at her smaller opponent in disbelief. “Tch... Fall back, men!” Her allies turned their attention from the Warriors of Light towards their commander, immediately retreating as the Warriors of Light watched them run. Sticking to the plan, they won’t give chase.

Omutu gave an exhale, having his work cut out for him. Whenever injuries he took vanished as he heard U’tala calmly say “Benefic”, the stars healing his wounds. “Come along. We still have work to do.” Omutu said, looking up at his taller allies before the group ran forward.

It didn’t take long for them to notice a large man clad in bulky armor. And standing across from him, Lyse stood bloodied and winded. And behind her, Y’shtola, unmoving.

“Y’shtola!!” S’bera called out when he noticed the other Miqo’te on the ground. He jumped forward, covering the remaining ground in an instant and putting himself between Lyse and the mysterious man.

“You... You came...” That was all she could say as the other Warriors caught up with their leader, standing to defend their friend. “That man... He’s Zenos... Zenos yae Galvus...”

“You’ve done well, Lyse. We can handle this. Take Y’shtola to Krile. The path should be free of soldiers.” S’bera kept his gaze upon Zenos as he spoke. Lyse could only nod as she lifted the immobile female Seeker and ran towards the initial entrance.

“So, you must be the legendary Warriors of Light I’ve heard so much about.” The armor-clad man finally spoke. “I hope you can provide me with more entertainment than your friend.”

“So, what do you propose we do, Ishi?” The male Seeker asked, still keeping an eye on their opponent.

The Au Ra scanned Zenos from top to bottom, making as many notes as she can before speaking. “His armor is strong, but bulky. So he’s probably really slow. If we can strike hard and strike fast while he’s distract, we should have a change. But I can’t see any dents in his armor. Lyse fought him, right? She should have left some kind of mark.”

“We can worry about that latter.” Once again, Frances’ body was engulfed in a blue light as she switched jobs yet again; trading her bow and arrow for a samurai katana.

“For Ala Mhigo!” Omutu called as he charged forward. Zenos hardly reacted to the Lalafelln Paladin’s attack, casually striking at Omutu while holding his blade in a single hand. Omutu blocked Zenos’ weapon with his own blade, having to use both hands on his sword just to hold Zenos back. Never before has he seen a man with such impossible strength; and this man was holding him back with only a single hand.

At the same time, Frances circled around to Zenos’ side before running towards the Legatus. Once she was close, the Viera gripped her blade with both hands and performed a series of strong, but quick strikes before retreating. And yet, it didn’t seem to do anything. “Is that truly the best?” Zenos clearly knew about the attack, but it seems it was no more effective than a bug bite to him.

With a sudden burst of strength, Omutu pushed Zenos’ blade back, following up with a quick series of slashes with his blade, not that it seemed to do anything as well. Zenos responded by driving his blade into the ground as some sort of energy began to grow beneath the surface. Suddenly, a shockwave rolled through, pushing the Warriors back. “Pathetic.”

“Helios!” U’tala called out as the stars shined down on the party, healing them for some of the damage Zenos effortlessly inflicted upon them. “We’re not done yet!” Omutu picked himself back up before charging at Zenos again, keeping him busy with more sword strikes. U’tala drew the Spire card and used it to bless Ishita as she fires a barrage of black and white magics. Veraero, Veraero II, Verthunder, Verthunder II, Verfire, Verstone, Jolt, as many magic spells as she can.

She turned her gaze to S’bera, the two of them nodding in agreement as S’bera jumped high into the air. At the same time, Ishita rushes forward, both of them hitting Zenos at the same time. S’bera started his assault with his spear techniques, opening the way for Ishita to deal more damage as she attaced with her rapier. Just as she finished her rotations, the pair jumped back as Frances followed up. A star shined upon her, increasing her strength thanks to U’tala. She returned her blade to its sheath as she focused her concentration, hand hovering over the handle before striking at blinding speeds. “Midare Setsugekka!”

And yet, despite everything they through, his armor still showed no signs of cracking. “A bit better, but still lacking.” With very little effort, he pushed Omutu away, following up with a slash as he turned to face the others. “Now then. Show me more of what you can do!”

He brought his blade down upon Frances, only for the Viera to jump out of the way at the last second, putting distance between them as she slashed the air with enough force to cause a wind blade. “Divination!” The female Seeker called out, allowing the stars to bless the party and increase their damage further.

S’bera followed up her attack by jumping into the air once again. Only this time, he came down with more than ever, so much so that it was as if fire erupted from his landing.

The assault continued with a dual attack from Ishita and Omutu. “Verflare! Verholy!” Ishita called out before following up with a upward strike and summoned a group of aetherial rapiers that converged on Zenos. Omutu attacked with a quick series of attacks, ending with a jumping spin-slash and transitioning to a quick stab towards, Zenos.

“If this is truly you have to offer, then I am quite disappointed.” Zenos gripped his blade and with a quick spin, sent frontline attackers flying back, each of them landing near U’tala. Zenos first approached Omutu, the first one to engage the battle. “Farewell, O Warriors of Light.” Just as he intended to end the Lalafell’s life, a massive barrier erupted from U’tala, protecting not only him, but the group from the assault. Noticing this, he switched his focus to Astrologian Seeker and with a single strong strike, broke her barrier as if it was glass. Exhausted, U’tala could only look up at the monster of a man. This was it; her death was staring at her right in the face, the clock counting down to her final moments. She was absolutely terrified, but there was nothing else for her to do.

Zenos brought his blade to his side before bringing it forward with enough force to knock U’tala back. As she flew, blood sprays from the gash on her midsection. TIme seemed to stop as her friends looked on; a mist of blood coming out of her wound, mouth agape, and eyes wide in horror. The sounds of fire seemed so distant. Not even her body hitting the ground seemed to make a sound.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!” Ishita called out as hard as she possibly could, so loud and so hard, it was as if her voice would tear itself to shreds. The love of her life lay before her, with a mortal wound. U’tala’s globe fell beside her, the cards strewn about like someone tossed a deck onto the ground without a care in the world. The others looked on in silent disbelief. This couldn’t really be the end, could it? She can’t really be dead, right? Not their friend!

“No...! No, no no, no!! NOOOO!!!” Tears fell from Ishita’s eyes as she slammed her fist against the ground over and over again. Heartbreak and sadness filled her very soul. But that sadness quickly gave rise to something else. Anger; pure, unrestrained rage. This bastard killed her girlfriend, so she’ll make sure he dies a painful death.

From this rage, came newfound strength; one that brought her back up to her feet, eyes burning with absolute hatred. “You’ll pay for what you did to her!!” In her hands, a staff made of pure light started to form. Her fingers curled around the staff and the moment she gripped it, aether swelled and raged around her like a tsunami, the air whipping around at all sides.

The clouds in the sky directy above them converged and swirled like a tornado, slowly reaching down to Hydaelyn’s surface. A sight that could easily be seen from Castrum Oriens, the Peering Stones, and Castellum Velodyna. “I hope the Kami can forgive you, because you’ll find no mercy here! Die a thousand deaths and atone until the end of time!” Ishita called out, raising her staff towards the sky, causing the clouds to part, revealing a large chunk of rock hurtling down towards the surface, targeted specifically at Zenos. The other Warriors of Light looked on in awe while Zenos merely smirked, not even trying to avoid the incoming meteor.

The ground trembled and shook as the distance between the ground and the meteor shrank, the large rock glowing a bright red, power swelling up as it made contact, a powerful shockwave exploding outward. Ishita’s friends covered their faces to protect themselves from the light and violent winds before looking up towards the wall of dust.

Her aether expended, the staff of light faded away as she panted with exhaustion. “Regret your actions... in the deepest depths of hell...”

The dust hadn’t even cleared when a voice came from the cloud. “I must admit, I was not expecting this. So the phrase was true; even a cornered rat can bite a mighty griffin. A shame that just like a rat, your attack meant very little.” Zenos calmly stepped out of the cloud, still not a single scratch on him as he wiped the dust from his armor. With each step, his heavy armor clanked together, like a clock counting down to their doom.

Almost instantly, the small feeling of victory was replaced with an overwhelming sense of and dread. Perhaps none more than Ishita as the behemoth of a man stood, towering over her before striking with his blade. 

“C-Cover!” Omutu mustered up just enough strength to hold his hand out, a bond forming between them just in time to protect the Au Ra from Zenos’ attack. “Guh!”

Zenos halted his attack for a moment, seeming to acknowledge Omutu’s desperate attempt to protect his friend; but that’s all it was... desperate. Over and over, he struck at the barrier protecting Ishita, each blow reflecting onto Omutu, feeling like a massive fist was pummeling every square inch of his little body at once. Each time, it proved harder and harder to maintain consciouness before slowly, the bond started to fade, his energy doing the same. Before collapsing, he was only able to say “Forgive me, Lady Ishita... And you... Lady U’tala...” With a groan, he fell over, just as unmoving as U’tala.

The Legatus glanced over at Omutu’s body for a brief moment before once again turning his attention to Ishita. His blade raised upward, resting above his head before bringing it down. She closed her eyes, embracing herself for the end, but just because it came down on her, the blade suddenly snapped up, causing its owner to instantly pause his assault.

He brought his sword up to his gaze, studying the clean cut of the blade before tossing it to the side as if it were garbage. “Pathetic”. The was all he said as he turned and calmly left, not even bothering to finish his defeated opponents off.

“It’s... over...” That was all S’bera could say. Though they survived and repelled the Garlean attack, it didn’t feel like a victory. That Zenos... his strength was in a completely different level; they couldn’t even put a chip in his defenses.

Once she recovered from the fear of looking directly at her impending death, she limped over to U’tala, falling to her knees as her hands rested on her girlfriend’s midsection. “Tala... Tala, wake up! It’s over!” Slowly, desperation turned to disbelief as her fears began to set in. “Please... wake up...” She shook U’tala’s form, desperately trying to wake her, carrying little as U’tala’s blood spread onto Ishita’s hands. She removed her hands from U’tala’s form to grab her rapier and focus “Vercure! VERCURE! VERRAISE!” She did her best to focus her aether, but she was too drained, only able to perform a single Vercure.

Frances dragged herself over to where Ishita and U’tala were, taking a moment to look at her Lalafellin friend, hearing him still breathing. Once he reached the Astrologian, she placed two fingers upon U’tala’s neck, feeling a faint pulse. “She’s alive, but barely. She needs medical attention as soon as possible. As will Omutu.”

Slowly, the adrenaline fueling the Warriors began to fade. Just in time to see reincorcements arrive. Though their vision started to fade, they could just barely make out Raubhan, Krile, Pippin, and the Leveilleur twins. One by one, they passed out with Ishita being the last to fall. Just before her strength failed her, she said “Please... save Tala... Save her and Omutu...” Her eyes finally began to close as unconsciousness finally claimed her.

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Omutu brought a hand up to his chin, tilting his head downward as he closed his eyes, thinking about what Alphinaud just said. “Publishing tomes about Tempering, the sciences behind it, and how the cure works... Such a venture could allow us to earn a fine amount of gil... We could turn to Lady Y’shtola, Master Urianger, Lady Frances, and Lady Ishita and use their knowledge of aether.”

He paused for a moment before shaking his head, pulling his attention back to the topic at hand. An Ul’dahn Lalafell, born and raised, the son of a merchant and an aspiring merchant himself. It’s little wonder he’d be thinking about gil or business ventures. “Actually, Master Alphinaud, I was curious what kind of books Sharlayan had on aether and the flow of such?” And given how he was born unable to use magic, of course he would want to learn if they had answers for his plight.

"Pardon my asking, Master Alphinaud, but what would we expect to see in Sharlayan? More specifically, what sort of research has the Sharlayan scholars done?" Omutu asked, looking up at the Elezen child. Clearly, the prospect of visiting Sharlayan has been on the Lalafellin Paladin's mind for a while.

"Honestly, if I were to sit with you to recount all the knowledge and research available to the average Sharlayan Scholar, we would be here for several days. Even if all I did was rattle off the book categories in the library."

The young Elezen hums softly as he adds a lump of sugar to his tea, "In truth, it would be easier to list off the subjects where more research needs to be done. The nature of Tempering for instance, with the developments we've made since our trip to the First? We may be able to publish several new texts on the subject."

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"Pardon my asking, Master Alphinaud, but what would we expect to see in Sharlayan? More specifically, what sort of research has the Sharlayan scholars done?" Omutu asked, looking up at the Elezen child. Clearly, the prospect of visiting Sharlayan has been on the Lalafellin Paladin's mind for a while.

"Honestly, if I were to sit with you to recount all the knowledge and research available to the average Sharlayan Scholar, we would be here for several days. Even if all I did was rattle off the book categories in the library."

The young Elezen hums softly as he adds a lump of sugar to his tea, "In truth, it would be easier to list off the subjects where more research needs to be done. The nature of Tempering for instance, with the developments we've made since our trip to the First? We may be able to publish several new texts on the subject."

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Light and Darkness (closed rp w/ bloodsworn-marshal

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Sir.” Omutu had called Pipin to meet with him at the Spineless Basin in Central Thanalan, a place away from the gaze of others of Ul’dah. As usual, his Paladin’s armor shone brightly under the bright Thanalan sun. “You see, I’ve been keeping a secret. One I’ve been holding to everyone in the Immortal Flames and the Sultansworn. Only my friends and a few members of the Scions know. It is a part of me I was heavily ashamed of.”

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After all the loss and death they’ve faced, S’bera, Omutu, and Frances simply want this fighting to end; to return to a time of peace. Once peace comes, they won’t have to worry about anyone else sacrificing themselves for their sake.

And because of the people to died helping/protecting them, they outright refuse to let anymore people die if they can help it. Sometimes to the point of aggressively defending or protecting them. Papalymo, Minfilia, Ysayle, even Yotsuyu’s death had an affect on them.

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Meeting the Mother of your Hero (closed RP with healerssoul)

“And this would be your share.” Omutu held out his hand, 50 Allied Seals resting in a single bag. This was Lilian’s share for the two taking care of the Minhocao that was causing trouble in Northern Thanalan. “I thank you once against for your assistance, Lady Lilian. I would not have been able to fell the beast on my own.” The Lalafellin Paladin graciously bowed his head in gratitude towards the White Mage.

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Meeting Your Hero

“By the power vested in me by the Immortal Flames, I hereby grant you, Omutu Rasumutu, the rank of First Lieutenant!” Thus were the words spoken by the Flame Personnel Officer, his words officially granting the rank in question.

With the rank now official, Omutu beamed with joy, turning away from the Personnel Officer to greet the other members of the Immortal Flames, a proud smile on his face as he gave an Immortal Flames salute. His action conveying absolute determination, a man (or Lalafell) her serves his Grand Company with pride.

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Omutu Rasumutu

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —  strength

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  offense (when alone)

★★★★★★★☆☆☆  —  defense (when alone)  

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆    —  offense (when with a team)  

★★★★★★★★★☆    —  defense   (when with a team)    

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆    —  speed

★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  durability

★★★★★★★★☆☆    —  accuracy

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆    —  agility

★★★★★★★☆☆☆  —  stamina

★★★★★★★★☆☆    —  teamwork

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  stealth

★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  close combat        

★★★★★★★★★★  —  bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s )

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s )  

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆   —  ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s )

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  magic  

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆    —  traps/setups  

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆      —  medic

–Overview–

Omutu was born with the odd inability to use magic (a major rarity amongst Lalafells), but took to the sword and shield upon seeing Pipin fight with them in the Bloodsands. To help his family with their finances, he became a Gladiator, eventually becoming a proud Paladin. And a Dark Knight for a while.

Omutu isn’t one to hesitate when it comes to defending others, putting himself in the line of fire with his shield at the ready. But because he’s so willing to defend other people, he often forgoes his own well-being, seeming to place his own self-worth in relation to how well he can protect people.

–Any lasting combat injuries?–

Despite his smaller body and Lalafells being naturally weaker, Omutu’s training as a Gladiator toughened him up, along with being decked out in armor designed to take a beating. But he managed to sustain a light burn scar on his right ear while fighting Ifrit.

{Bold always} - {Italics sometimes}

–Fighting Style– commander /  duelist  / honorable / dishonorable /  would have others do their fighting /  stealthy  / long-ranged /  melee / technological / sorcery  / superhuman abilities /  has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting  / cowardly /  reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks  / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful –Traits– ╳   flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔   strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal

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“It is good to see you too, Meteion.” The Lalafellin Paladin raised his other hand and extended a finger out, carefully petting the blue bird on the head, being careful not to accidentally harm her. “You’re looking quite well, dear friend. I trust this world has been treating you well?” It was clear that Omutu held no ill will towards Meteion; how could he? This little bird was being influenced by her sisters and they did what they thought was best. He knew that neither Meteion, nor her sisters were truly evil.

“Are you liking Ul’dah? This is the area where I call home. If you wish to visit the likes of Lady Frances or Lady Ishita and Lady U’tala, they can be found in the Far East. I warn you, it is quite far from Eorzea.”

@party-of-rpg-muses asked: Omutu sat at the top of one of Ul'dah's outer walls, silently watching the desert region he called home. The threat of the Final Days seemed like a distant memory and the star was marching forward to a new age. However, he sensed a familiar face flying towards him. Turning his head towards the source, he instantly recognized that familiar blue bird. With a smile, he held an arm out to the side, giving Meteion a perch the land on.

As the small blue bird flew far and wide within the world she can finally call home, her sights had brought her upon the land of Ul'dah, a location she has yet to explore and one with some wary to keep on her mind. Although it wouldn't affect her too badly, the place had become an ace in the desert.

Strong winds to the scorching sun above, even she would need to rest every now and then. However her worries may be, she soon started to sense that aura of familiarity. Soon coming to terms that it would be a dear friend of hers, Meteion had started to fly towards the source to find the warrior of light himself!

Now if only she could express her joy in seeing him again in that moment, she still needed to get near him to draw his attention regardless. But it only took him seconds to notice her blue form making her way over and when she noticed his arm out for her to land upon, she did so gracefully and carefully to not hurt his skin with her claws. "Friend!" Meteion chirped in delight.

"It is most joyous to see you again!" And to show how happy she is, she begins to fluff up.

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I’m not quite sure what to call this post specifically, but this is the WoLs past. Not their full pasts, but special moments. Most notably a few years before the events of ARR.

First and foremost, all three of them saw the starshower around the same time during FFXIV Legacy. However, they didn’t fully awaken to the Echo until about 5 years later, during ARR. During that time, it was more... present or was potentially there, but not fully awoken and they each had a certain experience thanks to the “incompletely” Echo. S’bera, back when he was still living with his tribe, saw a group of Moogles that no one else could see. Not even his family, despite them being right there in front of them. Omutu was defending two of his sisters, who were being harassed by Brass Blades members. He attempted to fight them off, but given his lack of real experience, he was easily bested. But refusing to give up, his strength temporarily increased greatly and he could hardly feel any pain from his injuries. He defeated them easily, even snapping one of their swords in two during a sword clash. And Frances, while listening to another one of her parents’ stories of the past, she experienced a sudden headache. Next thing she knew, she could swear she saw the experience unfold before her eyes. Not only that, it felt like she actually experienced it. But she wrote it off as simply being so enthralled, she envisioned what the event was like.

When Dalamud fell, S’bera and Omutu saw the moon fall. Both watched in awe, horror, and confusion as the moon opened up, revealing Bahamut. Though Omutu was more distracted by trying to help defend the citizens and his family as beasts ran wild across Thanalan. Frances, however, was still in Ivalice, so she had absolutely no idea Dalamud fell nor did she know it was descending to begin with. But when Bahamut emerged from his prison, she could feel something, somewhere was wrong. She couldn’t quite figure out what exactly was wrong or why she felt that, but she could sense there was something big going down.

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S’bera: For those we have lost, for those we can yet save. Omutu: Until I draw my last breath, my light shall protect all from the darkness. Frances: For my family and the friends I made. I fight for those dear to me.