#Sterrbhar Moenthubyr

[aeriktirel]

The Importers fend off the attacks of the Defense Grid at the Burning Wall’s Internment Hulk.

feat. Kugeki, Saelsria, Isilfyr, Sterrbhar, Mishani, Gracilda, Aerik, Ryssbhar, Theodric, and Resilient. 

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Punishment

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The midlander in the blood red fox mask tossed a dagger in his hand as he circled the large figure hanging by his arms.

“I won’t ask you again, Prince.” He said with a clear frustration in his tone.

Only silence was the man’s response. Growling, the hyur reached forward and grabbed the figure by the chin and brought it into the light. Saelsria’s face was covered in cuts and bruises. His eyes nearly bloodshot from strain. The green and purple eyes slowly turned to the man in the mask. “I-I will tell you nothing...” The Hellsguard said defiantly as blood trickled from his mouth. “Y-You are as good as dead, Inari....Just you wait.” The young man said spitting his blood onto the midlander’s red mask. Maniacal laughter filled the dark room as Inari took his blade and placed it on Sael’s neck. “You make me laugh.” Behind the mask, Inari licked his lips and leaned into the roegadyn’s ear. “I will enjoy breaking you, Grumble. Your screams have been so tantalizing thus far.” The hyur pressed the blade on to the sun kissed skin and gradually slit it the throat open. The cut was just enough to draw blood. “Feel your life slipping away?” The sinister figure’s cheeks rose behind the mask to show just how much he enjoyed this. “I-Is this the worst you can do? I-I have felt more pain m-making love then from your blade, I-Inari.” His tone was growing weaker but he continued to remain unwavering. Saels grit his teeth and took large breaths to deal with the pain of the torture. Inari finished the cut and dropped the Hellsguard’s head from his hand. “Far from it, Prince. We know just what will break you...” The man said as he took a few steps back and smiled once again. “Enjoy the show...” He quickly tossed a small orb of burning smoke just at the roegadyn’s feet. The smoke contained several hallucinogenic compounds they were released into the air. The midlander quickly made several hand signs and focused his concentration on the illusion. “Tell me, Prince...How much do you love them?”

For the Hellsguard, the smoke cleared and revealed three dark figures that stepped closer. As they entered the light, the figures were revealed to be, Sterrbhar, Isilfyr, and Aerik. They stood there only smiling at him. The faintest spark of relief built in the young man’s heart as he saw them. His heart swelled and his eyes ran over will happiness. But in a cruel twist of fate. Each illusion had their throats split open and fell to the ground lifeless. “N-NO!!!!” Saels cried out as he watched them fall one by one. He thrashed against his restraints as only wanted to reach out to them. His happiness quickly turned into saddness and his cries filled the room. This scene happened over and over again until the cries faded into the night and Inari’s laughed only grew louder.

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[berrodarmstrong]

After a particularly stressful meeting, Berrod went out to Eastern Thanalan to fight N'hara, who had invited him to blow off some steam. Oblivious to the fact that he was in fact a testing aide, the Highlander fought toe to toe with the other before pulling ahead in a display of strength and prowess.  Once their bout had concluded and it was established that the other man was in no medical danger (with Reks’ assistance), Berrod turned to face Ulfarr, who had arrived on the scene (along with Sterrbhar, who had come separately) just at the end of his and N'hara's bout. Berrod struggled considerably against him, having suffered a few injuries at the edge of N'hara's blade. In the end, however, the use of specialised techniques saw him to another -- though very close -- victory.

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[cadenagron]

The twins assist during the search for Isilfyr and the battle with the Siren at the Salt Strand in Lower La Noscea. 

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Broken Key Part 1 and 2

Part 1: The Truth.

After the encounter with Zeviagoth during the end of the matters with the voidsent book and an untimely run in with one of the man’s generals in Azys Lla, Grave Shadow, with the permission of the Director, finally brought the truth to the Agent’s table.

Zeviagoth’s ultimate plan of striking at the Crystal of Light and Darkness with an assault of aether syphoned from the dead and unwilling for over three hundred years seemed quite absurd to many of the Agents. However, even if his desire to to kill both wills and replace it with a quiet source of aether and life was impossible, the potential damage to the world of such an attack could not fathomed.

Though due to the constraints of time and overwhelming those present, Grave was unable to reveal to all just how long Zeviagoth had been using the Agents to acquire the foci required for his assault. From tricking the heirs to House Reif into turning their backs on Ishgard to test the worthiness of Calen Skyfang and acquire the distorting aether from the ruins of Dalamud. Using the Agents struggles with Rysswilf to force Grave Shadow to summon forth a Voidsent once held inside the Book of Lies so that he could track down the book once more. The book then ‘was solved’ by the agents with the help of Xere’to, another unintentional pawn, to put together Passi Sunt, whom he converted into a foci as well. Where the third foci was acquired from is unknown.

With all three foci, Zeviagoth retreated to where he was storing all the aether, a location Grave Shadow once possessed access to with a key. Unfortunately, when the Seawolf severed ties with Zeviagoth, he shattered the key into three pieces and chaotically teleported far from each other, never wishing to see them again. In order to stop Zeviagoth, the aether stores needed to be destroyed, but first they needed the key.

Many of the Agents agreed that the matter was far too large for just the company, but the issue remained not having access to lair where the Aether was stored. Without the ability to enter Zeviagoth’s domain none of the Grand Companies would have reason to assist.

The only silver lining was there was a way to locate the Keys.

Part 2:  Three Crystals Three Pieces

After a sennight to allow the Agents decide if they wished to assist in the matter, Grave Shadow assembled a mission the Churning Mists. Berrod Armstrong, Exiled Wolf, Barnabe Benedict, Koh’li Delanoes, T’dras Tia, Reks Blanc, Cerina Borlaaq, Beexu Spiritbreaker, Sterrbhar Moenthubyr, Khaisen Tumet, and Zachary Evans answered the call to scry for the three pieces of the key.

Sterrbhar, Reks, and Koh’li assisted in scrying for the missing pieces while Grave focused on finding the entrance to Zeviagoth’s lair. The rest of the group dealt with the threats that met them at  Tharl Oom Khash. The first were two Aevis with large orange crystals jammed in their back, but they were swiftly dispatched by an assault led by Armstrong. During the scry the Agents were attacked by risen dead, including one of the slain Aevis, and a couple vicious coeurls.  All threats were handled well with little injury until the end of the scry.

When all three crystal foci shattered, a massive Ala Mhigian airship parted the clouds and opened fire upon the mages Thankfully, Koh’li, Reks, and Sterrbhar were able to evade with just singes. Samuel, more well known to some of the Agents as a man in Ishgard that may have encouraged assassins to attack the Agents during the encounter with Lady Aravyl, commanded the Airship as it continued its.. casually… aimed  attack on the Astral Agents until they fled.

With a bit of luck and magic the Astral Agents were able to withdraw from the Churning Mists and regroup at the company house where Koh’li, Reks, and Sterrbhar spoke with Grave Shadow on what they saw.

Koh’li saw snow, ice and red crystals and felt wind and cold. Finally, he heard the din of a thousand years of strive. Just before the crystal shattered the words “The End” echoed in his ears.

Reks saw sand and ruins. He felt heat and the weight ancient lost empires, and then heard presence of lost refugees in the shadow of an empire. Like Koh’li, Reks heard two words as the crystal shattered: “The Beginning.”

Sterrbhar, unfortunately, was distracted with other matters while he scried and only was able to gain small fragments. Noise of adventurers, odd accents, the feeling of ‘knowledge,’ unusual masks, and sensation of weath. Even with such vague offerings, the scry included “The Center” before ending. With the two sennights since the mission, Grave attempted to narrow down the scrying to a more precise locations with little success. However, Lady Aravyl arrived at the company doorstep with the disturbing news of disappearing bodies of Ishgardian and Dragon alike. It would seem the investigation would focus on the potential actions of Fasi-Tori the fleshcrafter in the service of Zeviagoth before finding “The End.” @astralagents

[berryarmstrong]

The Agents at the Keeper’s Kiss All Saint’s Eve Cabaret!

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The Cards and the Scrolls

The young Raen girl found herself on her knees outside the wench in early morning. Little did Izumi know she would have such a chance encounter with a miqote named Beexu. The only problem being the language barrier between them. Calling upon the help of Fier, the seeker and the midlander were about to find out what was leaving the Raen in such distress. Her employer, one Saelsria Grumble, had been taken by the notorious Fox Gang...for the second time. The gang had made it’s way over to Eorzea after the Hellsguard slipped from their capture only a few moons before. They had tracked him down and waited for the trade prince to be alone so they could finally strike. A sight Izumi saw with her very eyes but was unable to stop by herself. 

Izumi quickly showed them to the area where the kidnapping had happened. She pointed out where the Hellsguard was standing and where she was able to take cover and hide. The party found nothing but a dagger thrown from high elevation and a trail of blood. With enough information to back the Raen’s claims, the midlander found it prudent to finally reveal to Beexu just who went missing. Needless to say, there was no delay in assembling the team.

Sterrbhar, Aerik, and Alec all arrived at the moment’s notice. With all those who were able to present, they set out to follow the blood tail on to the rain forest of eastern La Noscea. Following a trail of corrupted aether they fell right into the enemy’s hands. 

Before they could realize they had been set upon by four members of the Fox gang. Dressed in black garbs, blood red chain mail chest armor and adorned with black fox masks they poised for an attack. A barrage of blade, fist and spell was thrown throughout the battlefield as the two parties battled. The battle was close to its end but the final fox called forth his trump card with his dying breath. Pulling free a scroll, he pulled it open and smeared his blood upon its words. Upon expiring, a large toad was called forth as per ninki contract. The red monster was large enough to almost reach the top of the canopy and attacked the party.

But, the cards and fate were with them. As Izumi drew from her deck, their fortune smiled upon them. Azeyma’s balance lent it’s aid to the party and granted them great strength. Each member assaulted with the creature with new found fury. Tearing it to shreds in a display of petals, the toad falls and left the very scroll that summoned it on the floor.

Izumi rushed to the scroll and did her best to read the doman script behind the blood. The writing spoke of three scrolls, the toad, the snake, and the slug, only with the three assembled could they dispell the genjutsu that miraged the Fox gang's hide out. With their objective ahead of them, most of them returned home for a well earned rest. @ffxiv-roleplayer @aeriktirel @albinomiqote @scrawlinghellsguard

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The Fear of Change

In the eve after their small adventure with Beexu and Boar in Ul’dah. Saelsria and Sterrbhar retired to their apartment. As the young Hellsguard entered the door, he seemlessly dropped his clothing upon the floor and entered the tub. “W-Well that was something.” He said half chuckling as he laid back against the edge of the tub. Running the water along his chest, he began to contemplate the impending date of their trip to the far eastern continent of Othard. Fear set in and his eyes began to water. “L-Love? C-Can I be honest with you for a moment?” The young Hellsguard spoke to break the silence. His tone cracking slightly from the tears. He expressed his fear to his lover about leaving Eorzea behind to find a new life on Othard. It was a long way from home after all. The feeling of the unknown, the possibility of hostility, they grew increasingly evident as his thoughts raced through his head. Thankfully, Sterrbhar was there to ease his mind. The older Hellsguard was one of the few that could put the panicking roegadyn at ease. In there soft embrace, he could finally start to think on the positive side of things. “...I-Izzy can even open a small restaurant...” He chuckled as he started to list of plans, hope, dreams for them in their soon to be new home. Saels wiped his eyes and continued his relaxing soak after a long day of work and company. As he closed his eyes, the smell of beef and rice filled the air. Green onions and soy sauce accented as he tried to rest before dinner. 

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Restless Thoughts

"H-Hey, love? I-I stepped out for a bit. W-Was feeling a bit restless."

The young Hellsguard left his chambers in an attempt to quiet his mind. With all that was going on there was little he could do to relax. Between his blind faith and the “obvious” evidence in front of him. Not to mention the current mark on his his head. There was much on his mind. He went to the only place he felt completely at home, the cliff overlooking the Wanderer’s Palace. Shortly after arriving, Saelsria called Sterrbhar over the pearl to accompany him, both as bodyguard and as lover. The two spoke at large about the company, the current situation revolving the Ward Engine, and Mountain’s Shadow. 

"I-It wishes to perish?” "T-That is it's wish? W-What a curious anomaly..."

He asked with a look of shock. As Sterr began to tell him how the Engine dubbed “Prime” wished for its own death. After its birth, the primal has only known pain, agony and suffering. Thus, it craves an end to its suffering. But why not just end such sorrow? Saels thought to himself in his head. What was keeping them from disposing of a problem and granting a falsely created being its only wish. Prejudice...a seemingly other half to Prime. A more aggressive and volatile entity which seeks to take back Prime. "W-Was this truly all by Mountain's design? W-Was this his plan...?"

This was the question that plagued him so. The question that burned at the very fibers of his trust with his hero, his love. There was only one person with the answer to that question. The ex-director himself, locked away in a cell. What the young man wouldn’t give to break the walls and free him to figure out just what was happening. But in the end all he could do was trust in his master’s plan...for now. There was one other thing concerning the engine that seemed to be “invisible” to the naked eye. 

"...Vision?" He said looking up with tear filled eyes. "W-What vision?" Sterrbhar had used the power of his own Echo to look into a matter that a young elezen girl had warned the company of. A plea to shut off the engine. But what grounds does this mysterious girl have to ask such? A pristine white 'coffin', seemingly made of marble with a soft glow that be surrounded by a vortex of souls that floated just above the house. Coffins. Something felt all too familiar with such symbolism. There had to be a reason, it couldn’t be such a coincidence. He quickly jotted down notes for later examination as they continued to speak. One thing was for sure: A storm was brewing, a rather large one at that.

“I-I need to speak with Mountain...”

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The Second Hurts As Much As The First

“M-Mikha…T-That’s enough”

The young Hellsguard finally spoke out as he watched the events unfold before him. His hero, his lover, his superior, being arrested right before his eyes. The sight was all too familiar to him. Saelsria gripped the pillar next to him and held back all his might. He could have summoned forth the wrath of the vortex or even manipulated the properties of time in space in an instant, but he did not. He knew to raise a hand against the Flames was to be a death sentence, no matter the power he has amassed over the years. The pain welled within him as he continued to watch. Mountain had been stripped of weapon and title, then the shackles were finally placed on the Sea Wolf. Yet he showed no sign of resistance. His superior’s final smile burned to see as he was dragged away, so much so the young Hellsguard fell to his knees. His anger seethed as he banged the pillar with unrelenting force. If not for, Sterrbhar’s interjection perhaps the pillar would be no more.

“I-I will be in your office…”

He told the love of his life as he rose to his feet and slammed the doors to the company house behind him. He pressed on until he reached the Dull Roar and took his seat. Alone now, tears ran down his face as the feeling of his powerlessness sank into his very being. The poor man was so lost he hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t alone and that the older Hellsguard had indeed followed him.

“T-Twice….T-Twice I have watched a man I love be arrested before my eyes…”

He yelled with all his might, not able to contain his pain any longer. Saelsria stared into Sterrbhar’s silver eyes. His own flowing like rivers as the other contained his composure. His lover’s words were true, no matter how much he wished they weren’t. Even so, the young Hellsguard yelled back and continued to allow for his emotions to get the best of him.

“S-Seven Hells be damned…”

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[berrodarmstrong]

Training with Sterrbhar in Mourn. 

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