Part 74 of my first playthrough of Final Fantasy XIV is up on Youtube! Click here for the ongoing playlist, or click here for the playlist of just Heavensward!
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traditional doodles while I’m out of state of Ayrelias (wol), Aulus, and Briardien
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saint endalim's scholasticate questline
my transcript of the scholasticate quests is finally done! i started organising it years ago for myself, this account has really motivated me to finish old projects. when i first started, the online records that i could find for the quests were lacking, and i really wanted them to be more accessible. some reference material exists now, but i still want to share my script. i hope it may be of use to somebody.
aside from the story, i recorded optional dialogue, added references to the scholasticate in different quests, and other information such as alternate emote responses by some characters. essentially, it's a project made out of love for the scholasticate quests and its characters.
here is the link!
i truly believe the scholasticate questline carries a wonderful amount of lore, discussion on ishgardian faith post-heavensward, noble-commoner relationships, and interesting, fluid character dynamics.
this is the first time i've posted something like this, so if there's any errors, please let me know! similarly, i'm open to feedback on improving it.
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Prompt #14: Telling
Characters: Briardien, Aramis ( @zoetic-tome )
"My lord."
There was so much meaning that one could pack into two simple words. For though they signaled the deference of a servant, they could also so easily carry the warmth of a friend, the disdain of a rival, or even the gentle care of a lover.
Briardien was familiar with so many permutations of those two simple little words; the ones for when they were in public, and the ones for when they were alone, when he was allowed to look upon his lord with the adoration that was supposed to be reserved for Halone's visage in Her church.
But such was how it was. A lord bedding their servant was one thing; a lord getting attached to that servant and neglecting their duties to their house was another. And part of Briardien's job was to protect his lord, even when he could not or would not do it himself.
So there would be words that were never said, merely implied through each soft "my lord", each lingering brush of their fingers, each fleeting moment when the lights in the bedchamber had been extinguished and they could lie together, free of pretenses--at least, until the next morning when they would rise, and go through the day again.
And if each morning Briardien hated the harsh light of the sun more and more, then that was just how it would be. And if each morning brought a fresh wave of dread for when all of this might end, for when his lord would have to finally carry out his duty to his line and house, or for when the sniffing hounds of the inquisition finally decided to put an end to them, that too would never be said.
Instead he would cherish each "my lord" all the more as he murmurs it into Aramis' ear, in the brief moments before he presses his lips to his, and allows all thoughts of the future to be driven away--if only for a little while.
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