#dalriada my beloved

[juice-enjoyer]

dawntrail glam ready! :) alfonse let his hair grow out a bit between patches, and he's starting to get some greys, hehe

pieces below cut!

PIECES USED:

Augmented Crystarium Greatsword (Allagan Tomes)

Elegant Rimless Glasses, Soot Black (Crafted)

Blade's Harness of Fending, Jet Black (Zadnor)

Bozjan Breeches of Fending, Dark Brown (Bozja)

Bergsteigers Gloves, Dark Brown (Mogstation)

Augmented Rathlos Greaves [M], Russet Brown (The Great Hunt Extreme)

bonus, hecate looks very cute in it too :)

[galewhaleshark]

I'm fighting demons (it's 2am on a work night and they want me to check if Dalriada is up)

[axratsffxivwrite]

FFXIV Day 17 - Sally

The landscape of Zadnor had forever changed beneath the Garlean assault. Pockmarked by craters and shadowed by the IVth Legion's fleet, it was nigh unrecognizable.

None the less, the Eastern Alliance forces sallied forth again and again, leaving the safety of their shield generators to advance on the Dalriada. They had called on no small number of adventurers to aid them, but though her name certainly sat in some dusty tome in an adventurer's guild, Viola did not count herself among their number.

Instead, Viola waited amidst the supply crates, stuck in a holding pattern of hurry up and wait. Her snow white bird waited nearby alongside Marsil's white-tipped, yellow courser as the minutes ticked by.

After what felt like an eternity, the flaps to the officer's tent were swept open and tied off, the allied leaders dispersing amongst their people. Viola's ears pivoted, her attention on Marsil as he jogged across Camp Vrdelnis, splitting off from the rest of the Dalmascan officers.

The longer this fight went on, the more haggard Marsil seemed to become. They had barely a moment to breathe after Nalbina before the General had decided to send them west instead of east. This field was just as important as Valnain, they knew, and yet Viola could not help but feel a sense of resentment to be fighting on the wrong front.

"Right," he cleared his throat, "we need to load the birds. We're on supply lines, as usual. We'll be a three-man team making runs from here across the camps, taking anything that can't be transported by aethernet. Everything should be properly labeled and inventoried."

Viola scrutinized him for a moment and questioned, "three? At my last count, we have but two birds."

"Aye, that's true. For now."

He turned away from her to examine the boxes, but she could hear a smugness in his tone.

She clicked her tongue. "You know something."

"I haven't the faintest idea what you mean. Not to worry, the roster is all worked out."

"Is Hekla being reassigned, then?"

Marsil sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I wish, but no. Something about favoritism were she to be under my command."

Viola crossed her arms, leering at the back of Marsil's head. He busied himself with loading up saddlebags with rations, paying her absolutely no mind.

He called back, "the sooner we load up, the sooner we can meet our reinforcement."

She narrowed her eyes. "…you are an infuriating man sometimes."

"Oh, aye, I know."

Viola let out a heavy sigh. Reluctantly she stepped forward, picking up wrapped packages of dried meats and fruits to tuck away. It was a practiced song and dance for the two of them. Few words needed to be exchanged as they loaded up each of their birds, leaving no room for themselves as they strapped down packs atop packs meticulously. Weight distribution was carefully monitored, until finally they had everything they needed loaded and the chocobos had settled into the weight.

Reins in hand, they made their way toward the gate and waited for their companion.

Viola leered at Marsil.

Marsil smirked at Viola.

Minutes passed.

The grass shifted and dirt crunched, the sound all but imperceptible even to her sensitive hearing. Viola's ear pivoted in the direction of the sound faster than she could turn her head.

A familiar, beloved, one eyed Doman smiled at her, caught mid-step just a handful of fulms behind her. He wore the deep blue armor traditional to Doma's shinobi, his missing eye covered by black linens.

Mujika.

Her Mujika.

Viola dropped the reins and closed the distance in an instant, throwing her arms around him. She hunched down to bury her face in his hair and hold him close, nevermind how uncomfortable he was to hug through all that armor.

"You fool, you did not tell me you were being sent here, you could have called…"

"And risk being overheard? Viola, we're better than that." Mujika chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around her. "But I missed you, too."

She offered a soft noise of assent in return, nuzzling her face against his soft, jet black hair. Her tension melted against his warmth, her fears cast aside.

She felt Marsil place a hand upon her shoulder and offer a reassuring squeeze. It was all the affection he dared to share in public.

"Come now, you two." he called. "Before the higher ups change their mind. Muji, is Torio ready?"

Mujika hesitated, his fingers tightening their grip on Viola's shirt for just a moment before he extracted himself from her grip. She straightened up, her ears pinned back.

It was too much to hope for just a moment with her husband, wasn't it? This was war; they had battles to fight. There could be no peace until the day was won, and then he would have to leave again.

Then she would be left behind, again.

While she stewed in her longing, Mujika whistled for his chocobo. The black Dalmascan bird sauntered out from between the tents, laden with supplies herself. Viola's own chocobo trilled happily and trotted forth to meet her, jostling the packs upon his back.

A bonded pair. A wedding gift, so many years ago, now used for war. Such was their life. Such would be their life until Dalmasca was free.

Mujika turned back to Marsil. "We are ready."

"Good." He gave a firm nod. "Let's get moving, then, lovebirds."

Marsil turned as if to leave, but paused to mutter, "…and once we're out of sight, we can afford ourselves a moment to ourselves. It's been too long since we've all been in one place."

Viola inclined her head. Mujika nodded.

They, too, sallied forth.

[4th-make-quail]

2, 4, and 12 for Sartauvoir!! :3

SARTAUVOIR, MY BELOVED........

2. Favorite canon thing about this character? I love that he's a canonical sadistic pyromaniac whose favourite pastime is burning people alive! i ALSO love that when he escaped Mannatheihwo during the Garlean invasion, he decided to hide out in a town nearby?? like, the next town over?! posing as an academic?!?! bro could you be any more obvious lmaooo, fucking dumbass Inferno

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in? i would put him in fifty more fanfics about him and Basch...... no but seriously, i'd put him in a film! a small budget film about the IVth Legion that gives us Basch's big tragedy and follows Sart's life from the fall of Mannatheihwo to his death on the Dalriada (and then afterwards, seeing the IVth's plans come to fruition and then ofc his reunion with Basch in the afterlife.....)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? i hc that he wears an eyepatch/bandana across his eye because he absolutely fucked it due to a foolish mistake when he was a youth. I go into this headcanon in detail in From the Flames of the Fire, I Feel You, but its basically the result of a spell backfiring and sending shards of metal into his eye and surrounding area - this is why my gpose model has a white eye on that side, and a burn scar on that upper part of his face!

[character ask game]

[mrlarkstin]

Eramus lore rambles about end of 6.0 leading into 7.0 below the cut!

CW: Mentions of pregnancy

Because I've been farming Zadnor and Dalriada today like an insane person trying to get enough coins to build a tank DT glam for Eramus- it got me thinking about his life end of 6.0 going into 7.0, and just how much its changed.

Eramus was struck down in Ultima Thule in his conflict with Zenos, but because of Azem (Erebus) he managed to hang on long enough to make it home, see the Star was safe and get back to Old Sharlayan. But he was dying and there wasn't much anyone could do for him. His injuries were to great. But, there was one idea.

Eramus is, erm was, Ishgardian. His mother was from a high house, he carries her cursed blood so in their panic- Vrtra offered his blood to save his beloved. No one expected that happened to actually happen. Eramus woke with a scream and promptly transformed into a Great Wyrm like dragon and took off into the sky where in a confused frenzy he wreaked havoc. It took both Estinien and Vrtra to subdue him and bring him back under control. They knocked him out of the sky and the force caused him to return to his mortal form.

After that, his unconscious body was taken to Thavnair where he stayed asleep for quite some time, it was weeks before he woke. By this point his body had under gone quite a significant change, one his partners weren't sure how to break to him so they had kept his body wrapped in bandages and covered in clothing.

Naturally he was confused why he was covered so much in such a warm climate. He knew something was wrong because no one would speak up and when they did they told him not to panic.

Scales had appeared and grown across his body, with the biggest concentration of them being around his hips and thighs. His pupils were slit, he had claws and his teeth were sharp.

Naturally he didn't take this well as he had just come to terms with the changes to his body from the Light Poisoning, now he had to go through that all over again. Though, it oddly didn't take very long, as these changes were from love.

It took some time, and some time for him being away from everyone, but it wasn't long until he accepted his fate and returned to his partners embraces. He was a dragon now, like his partners Vrtra and Estinien. No longer mortal and life now just a blink of his eye.

He wasn't used to his body naturally, and during a night of intense passion and Aether mixing he found himself well, with an egg. His daughter Altan who was erm, laid and hatched, right before 6.1 happened. Still not entirely used to his body, and unsure how to erm, stop these things from happening constantly, he wound up pregnant with an egg (or eggs since I haven't decided) again in 6.5 and will be for 7.0.

In my canon Vrtra never gave up his eye for Azdaja, instead with the power of Eramus, Estinien and Vrtra they managed to restore her and take her home. Now with Eramus' current condition, though they sense no fighting ahead (yet, tee hee), Vrtra is sending Varshahn with Eramus into 7.0 to be with them and protect him. If it's needed, but he knows even pregnant Eramus can handle himself.

Which makes the choice of glam I've chosen for Eramus for 7.0 extremely funny but also makes sense LMAO

Man

[4th-make-quail]

For FFXIV, who's your glup shitto?

Oh anon, this is my favourite question! Do you want the one who's mentioned only in text and who dies 30 years before the content he's in? Or perhaps the man who we see in a few fights in bozja who then dies?

The first being Basch van Gabranth! Father of Noah van Gabranth of the IVth Legion, died as an old man of a sudden deadly illness 30 years before the Save the Queen storyline. Much beloved by his people, he was a Knight from Landis who be t the knee to conquering Garlemald, then moved ahead with plans to make his country equal again, working within the wheels of Empire to bring this dream to fruition. His son Noah succeeds in this, long after his death! He'd be so proud!!

The other glub shitto is, of course, Sartauvoir quo Soranus, resident sadistic Pyromancer of the IVth whose favourite canonical pastime is burning people alive! He's 61 and appears to very much have been in love with Basch. You fight him in the Dalriada, and he mentions Basch three+ times in that single fight - his final words before death being "Basch, I have failed you...". "If this is where I must die, I will not do so alone! Basch! I pray you are watching!" UGH I JUST LOVE HIM!!! He makes stupid time and fire puns and he ran away from his home when Garlemald invaded, posed as a scholar in literally the next town over, resists all efforts to be recruited by the IVth until Basch finally turns up, alone, completely unarmed, and somehow manages to sway him completely to his cause, Sartauvoir swears Basch his undying loyalty, just from that one meeting! And thirty years later he's still talking about him so much when none of the other members of the IVth mention him in more than passing?! Yeah. Yeah.

Also LOOK AT HIM!!! (second pic is mine ofc ehehe)