#sadr rem albeleo

[lyon-beast-king]

Stunning pictures of a meme of Menenius dealing with the IVth, but mainly a certain Beast King this time by @snakeofgarlemald.

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Creator’s Note: Based off of the meme below. Also Aulus is there cause I didn't have Sicinius yet xD

[kenway]

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb

[gailiag]

A Comprehensive List of Character Ages from Encyclopaedia Eorzea III

Got my copy today and figured I'd compile a list of every character that has an age given in Encyclopaedia Eorzea III! Contains Shadowbringers and Endwalker spoilers. Text version below the cut (warning: it is LONG).

Shadowbringers Characters

Major Characters

Vauthry – 29

Beq Lugg – ~250

Lyna – 33

Feo Ul – "newly blossomed by fae reckoning"

Kai-Shirr Olkoh – 17

Ran'jit – 88

Chai-Nuzz Mewlah – 40

Dulia-Chai Mewlah – 40

Tesleen Stoneplowe – 18

Halric of the Gold House of Aldmere – 9

Seto – at least 140

Runar – 30

Ryne – 17

Gaia – 17

Role Quest Characters

Granson Ketchthane – 28

Lue-Reeq Chalah – 18

Cerigg Morpurse – 25

Taynor Lakplowe – 10

Giott – 22

Cyella Valthane – ~10,000

Crystalline Mean Characters

Katliss Horhand – 39

Facet of Forging

Iola Waldhand – 18

Eismon Valhand – 31

Colana of the Seventh House of Oakbridge – 27

Sue-Rend Maihov – 29

Facet of Crafting

Thiuna – 24

Walden of the Final House of Elmsby – 43

Owell Freehand – 27

Facet of Nourishing

Bethric of the Second house of Pinehome – 36

Facet of Gathering

Qeshi-Rae Kaapoh – 30

Yalana of the Grey House of Ashgrave – 25

Mao-Ladd Moshca – 23

Facet of Fishing

Frithrik – 26

Mervyl Stonehand – 52

Hurielle Stonehand – 22

Lakeland Characters

Callea Skyekirk – 27

Nielden of the First House of Oakbridge – 48

Mauwyl Mudkirk – 23

Tolas Valkirk – 23

Dwarf Quests Characters

Ronitt – 15

Ozogg – 20

Kholusia Characters

Kai-Shirr Olkoh – 17

Tristol Horpurse – 39

Eueliss Hylplowe – 22

Sai-Lewq Jinal – 56

Theva Valfyst – 37

Irvithe Ketchand – 26

Grithil Ketchpurse – 26

Xamott – 50

Korutt – 19

Glagg – 72

Eulmore Characters

Ran'jit – 88

Chai-Nuzz Mewlah – 40

Dulia-Chai Mewlah – 40

The Jongleurs – 18

Mowen Freepurse – 41

The Canary – 17

Hathenbet Ketchkirk – 67

Thoarich Skyeplowe – 73

Anfrigg Morhand – 21

Bosta-Zia Panpah – 19

Amh Araeng Characters

Ghen Gen – 39

Tesleen Stoneplowe – 18

Halric of the Gold House of Aldmere – 9

Thaffe Morhand – 24

Jeryk Motplowe – 23

Jamial Nabaath – 64

Guthjon – 34

Horthur – 53

Kee-Satt Lye – 20

Rhal Ral – 27

Darmal Morfyst – 45

The Fae

Aenc Thon – "as old as the flick of a disappearing tail"

Seto – at least 140

Rak’tika Characters

Runar – 30

Almet – 87

Uimet – 85

Cymet – 83

Lanille – 140

Myalna – 38

Qitari Quest Characters

Valan – 19

Quinfort – 18

Ciuna and Phyna – 48

Qitarl Natl – 14

The Tempest Characters

Tolshs Aath – 63

Paushs Ooan – 18

Grenoldt Freethane – 51

Teushs Ooan – 33

Zumshs Aath – 68

The Empty Characters

Ryne – 17

Gaia – 17

Werlyt Characters

Gaius Baelsar – 56

Valens van Varro – 56

Severa Souther – 23

Valdeaulin Ganathain – 48

Alfonse aan Baelsar – 21

Allie aan Baelsar – 16

Rex aan Baelsar – 18

Ricon aan Baelsar – 17

Milisandia aan Baelsar – 20

Bozja Characters

Bajsaljen Ulgasch – 54

Marsak Apella – 42

Misija Votyasch – 29

Stanik Alubov – 15

Noah van Gabranth – 48

Menenius sas Lanatus – 55

Lyon rem Helsos – near 70

Sadr rem Albeleo – 37

Firmament Characters

Augebert Brasher – 36

Maelie Greystone – 11

Peyraquile Bomptond – 13

Marcelloix Mourelz – 34

Neillemard Hanette – 31

Endwalker Characters

Major Characters

Ahewann bin Alzadaal – 22

Montichaigne Mongrignois – 74

Ameliance Leveilleur – 42

Erenville – 25

Kokkol Dankkol – 43

Wilfsunn Tragbharsyn – 56

Bloewyda Uwilsyngwyn – 54

Matsya – 22

Jullus pyr Norbanus – 21

Role Quest Characters

Shirabaht bin Ardati – 31

Ea-Sura-Supin – 28

Charlet Reed – 19

Minato Urabito – 24

Kisei Urabito – 51

Sharlayan Characters

Montichaigne Mongrignois – 74

Ojika Tsunjika – 21

Dickson Denman – 38

Barnier Clarke – 54

Ameliance Leveilleur – 42

Kytte Kirk – 26

Nenelymo Totolymo – 72

Studium Characters

Rurusha Rusha – 74

Boric Azora – 40

Namono Tayamono – 29

Jude Rose – 19

Jeromere Marette – 20

Debroye – 21

Galveroche Larille – 55

Flaugustert Friont – 73

Hinageshi Wright – 29

Tankin Banjo – 35

T'laqa Tia – 31

Nele Newton – 81

Qih Aliapoh – 26

Labyrinthos Characters

Vtorak Vetasch – "indeterminate age and inconclusive gender"

Erenville – 25

Kokkol Dankkol – 43

Wilfsunn Tragbharsyn – 56

Bloewyda Uwilsyngwyn – 54

Verpaulaine Fouillel – 12

Thavnair Characters

Mehryde bihn Shinan – 40

Ahewann bin Alzadaal – 22

Mehryde bihn Shinan – 40

Matsya – 22

Qerasaf bin Shirashir – 24

Racashir bin Fahleel – 9

Yezahn bin Qulhudi – 27

Sula – 24

Arkasodara Quest Characters

Trna (Arkasodara Quests) – 21

Ogul Khatayin – 18

Kancana – 50

Garlemald Characters

Sicard Spence – 26

Licinia bas Corculum – 18

Jullus pyr Norbanus – 21

Jareck aan Natasch – 43

Vergilia van Corculum – 42

Nerva yae Galvus – 44

Rimelnaud de Thelomaire – 27

Appius eir Callaecus – 30

Galla oen Longus – 33

Volsus bas Malicus – 13

Vipsania dus Malicus – 44

Frontinus fae Malicus – 43

Job-Related Characters

Gunbreaker

Radovan Slobasch – 45

Sophie – 20

Cato nan Mammula – 52

Vitus quo Messalla – 52

Dancer

Ranaa Mihgo – 17

Nashmeira – 37

Reaper

Drusilla Varus – 52

Arnegis Elder – 42

Hermin Hart – 19

Sage

Lalah Jinjahl – 22

Mahaud Stone – 21

Ancel Stone – 26

Guildivain Sailmet – 38

Blue Mage

Latool Ja – 22

Whastrach Ahldwaensyn – 37

Ceadda of the Whalaqee – 14

Zirnberk Fyrgeissyn – 26

Seasonal Event Characters

Valentione’s Day

Lisette de Valentione – "nearing thirty"

Astrid de Valentione – 16

Little Ladies’ Day

Ulala Ula – 16

Narumi Kakeya – 21

Masha Mhakaracca – 19

Aldiytha Thorne – 22

Hatching–Tide

Jihli Aliapoh – 22

Pawlin Morning – 38

Make It Rain Campaign

Nanaphon Sasaphon – 23

Roland Redsteele – 48

Moonfire Faire

Haermaga Bleibornsyn – 39

Beaudefoin Dupaitre – 33

Hildelana Quick – 28

R'fhul Tia – 18

The Rising

Wandering Minstrel – "undisclosed age"

J'bhen Tia – 22

Nhagi'a Jakkkya – 16

All Saints’ Wake

Impresario – "gives his age as 'six hundred and sixty-six'"

Starlight

Amh Garanjy - 27

[onwesterlywinds]

PROMPT #2: Bark

This piece is set roughly two years before XIV 2.0 and reflects part of the aftermath of the 2020 prompt #30 Splinter.

The night before the imperial audit was due to the capital, the 9th Bureau offices of the IVth Legion resembled the aftermath of an explosion - a comparison with which Alma was intimately familiar. Sheafs of paper obscured most of the great meeting room table in Hyur-tall columns that might once have held some deeper organizational purpose but was now more a testament to the workings of imperial procedure than any meaningful function. The air, too, was thick with sweat and breath; the confidentiality of their task prohibited them from opening a window, and the odors that had gathered throughout the evening served only to inhibit concentration. Dona eir Quinta had retreated to the veranda for a smoke break, Sadr rem Albeleo was attending to a security breach elsewhere in the building, and many of the other staff with whom Alma was much less familiar had collapsed after pushing far past their twenty-bell shifts.

As such, when the legatus strode in to the office, only she and Menenius sas Lanatus were there to greet him.

"How fare the preparations?" said Noah van Gabranth by way of greeting.

Menenius bowed his head with much more certainty than Alma had seen from him only a few minutes prior. "Proceeding apace, my lord."

"Good." But he paid no mind to the carnage of bureaucracy transpiring around him. "Velius. With me, if you would."

Her pulse quickened, as it always did whenever he addressed her directly. She stood from the page she had been annotating - a note on the damage done to Dalmasca's historical sites during the bombings under Livia sas Junius - and made to present herself at attention.

"And bring a writing pad," the legatus added.

Menenius raised an eyebrow, glancing back and forth between the both of them with unabashed curiosity. Whether out of unflagging obedience or abject fatigue, he simply nodded, and he left Alma to follow behind his superior when the latter made a quick exit.

"The prisoner is a collaborator of the Dalmascan Resistance," said Gabranth as they walked the halls of Nalbina Fortress to reach the keep. "A powerful mage with connections to the void."

She understood then why Gabranth had not simply done away with the prisoner: void mages were rare - those with enough scruples to land them in Nalbina, much more so.

"She has rejected multiple offers of friendship over the decades; nevertheless, we believe non-violent interrogation may yield insightful results. For her records, copy down our conversation in full, without shorthand. Make note of her expressions and any movements of her limbs."

"Yes, ser." The instructions were basic orders for an interrogation of any sort. What she could not yet grasp was why this task proved just as crucial as a half-completed audit that needed to be aboard an airship bound for the capital by the time the sun rose.

That question remained even as the legatus opened the door to the oubliette. The woman within the cage beyond was greatly diminished; Alma would have to inquire later how long her imprisonment had lasted thus far, given that she had been made to hang. All the same, her features were striking: long waves of purple hair cascaded down over her brown skin, and her tired eyes still shone bright amid the single candle that cast its light around the door.

"Ah," said the prisoner. One of her ears gave a twitch, one that Alma supposed was more out of instinct than any true emotion. "The imperial hound returns, now with a shadow in tow."

After serving in the IVth Legion for more than three years, Alma had seen firsthand how Noah van Gabranth was a man willing to tolerate a great deal of uncouth behavior, even rudeness, so long as they came from a place of loyalty. The Viera voidmage's jokes were nothing Alma had not heard before, even from within the 9th Bureau's own ranks - but to hear them from a prisoner was something far different.

But Gabranth did not react to her impudence with anger or amusement. Instead, he raised both hands to his helmet and lifted it from his head to hold it at his side.

It was the first time Alma had ever seen his face - though she recognized it from countless lithographs she had seen of Basch. There, in the dim light of the fortress, he might have passed for his father's ghost.

"State your name, for the record," said Gabranth.

Only then, with the invocation of her role, did Alma remember that she had been brought here for a definitive purpose.

Again the prisoner's ear twitched, this time in the direction of Alma's pen scratching upon the paper. Her eyes were locked with Gabranth's in a way she had never seen before, not even from his officers.

"Hrjt - that's H-R-J-T - of the Graylands. Called 'Brotin' in the Viera tongue. And I would humbly request, for the record, an acknowledgement that the legatus remains unable to pronounce my name, even after nearly thirty years of our dalliances." Here, she inclined her head as deeply as she was able to Alma. "And what is your name, dear scribe?"

"She is of no consequence," Gabranth interjected, and Alma found herself grateful for the words. "But you, Miss Brotin-"

"It may help if you think of it as containing a D, as the R is what is known as a 'flipped' R. 'HED-yet.'"

"-you may yet rise above your name." Alma could not help but abbreviate nearly every word that came through, could not hope to capture in full the crosstalk flying fast between the longstanding adversaries. "To do so, I would present you with this."

A brightness emerged from Gabranth's side, even before Alma glanced up from her furious scrawling. From a pocket inside his armor, he withdrew a piece of auracite.

Hrjt went still in her chains. She took in a deep breath of the putrid dungeon air, deep enough for Alma to make note of it upon the page - and then, in a mere instant, her eyes reflected the selfsame stygian light.

"Dark and cold is this lover's embrace," she intoned. Her voice had dropped several octaves in mere moments. "I lie among the boundless detritus, piled high atop the ruins of the outcasts - a feast for those who cannot sink lower. Look upon me! Partake of me!"

Alma wrote faster than she had ever written before, heedless of all but the need to capture the words as they came to her. Then Hrjt coughed, and murky saltwater poured from her mouth, all down the front of her ragged and stained shift.

"I am here," she whispered. She now spoke as a Dalmascan man would speak, using masculine-gendered grammar. Alma could barely speak Dalmascan, though she knew enough of it from listening to Rabanastran radios for bells on end.

And Hrjt's speech conveyed only desire in its simplest form - words simple enough to piece together through the fervency with which they were conveyed.

"Where are you, my love? I feel you, yet you are not with me. Our son, you-" She turned, then, to Alma. "My son. Do not bring him here. He would only drown in these depths."

"Your son?" asked Gabranth. His voice was both hard and dangerously sweet - a horrific sort of invitation. "Who is your son?"

Hrjt did not reply; she merely coughed again and vomited even more water from some unfathomable depth. When she righted her head, it was with the great fatigue that one would expect of a prisoner who had been hanging by her wrists for nigh on a week.

"No more," she said. "I've had enough of your barking for now, Your Honor. Permit me to go, and I will let you live to howl another day."

Gabranth, inexplicably, thrust the glowing stone back into his pocket.

Hrjt breathed in a quiet, steadying breath - and in an instant, a wreath of dark aether enveloped and subsumed her. By the time Alma blinked to confirm what she was seeing, Hrjt had vanished without so much as a single trace.

"Again," Gabranth mused. "Ah well. We will find her again. She always returns to Valnain."

Alma knew better than to ask more questions about this woman, or to speak of the stone that had been brought to subdue her; and so she followed the legatus back to the office and returned to her work.

[phoenix-flamed]

۞

The Bozjan Resistance was proving to be a consistent -- and irksome -- thorn in the IVth Imperial Legion's side. The most recent report from the Southern Front brought with it only troubling news; their holding point of Castrum Lacus Litore had not only been invaded, but had been seized by those foolish, ignorant whelps. What forces remained from those stationed in the castrum had retreated, along with Lyon sas -- excuse him, rem Helsos. The Mage Contingent's commander, Sadr rem Albeleo, had regrettably fallen in battle. Legatus Gabranth had been silent for quite some time. Menenius waited patiently for their leader to finish ruminating on this information; after all, despite the ever-growing precariousness of their situation, their next series of moves would need to be considered carefully and carried out to the letter if there was any chance to turn this war around. Severing their connection to Garlemald at the onset of the civil war back home meant that they would receive no support, be it resources, weaponry, or soldiers. The IVth was entirely on its own. As it stood right now, their supplies were already being stretched thin; dwindling under the strain of holding two different fronts from assault. Legatus Gabranth -- Noah knew this. "Menenius." The younger man finally spoke, voice muffled from beneath his helm. Menenius listened intently -- finally the other had reached his decision, now all that remained was to give his orders to his most trusted advisor and loyal friend. With a clanking of metal as Noah shifted, one armored hand raised in a holding motion. "You are to leave from Valnain tonight, and join our troops on the southern front. I want you in charge. If a favorable outcome cannot be obtained for our troops, you are to oversee their retreat into Zadnor." Menenius's brows raised, but he quickly nodded and offered an Imperial Salute. "Of course, sir." It was a bold, and risky, move, to retreat to the same location where their researchers were still at work uncovering more Allagan weapons for transport and utilization here in Dalmasca. But Menenius trusted his superior's judgment above everything else. As the Elezen Garlean turned to leave the roof of the castrum, he was driven to pause by Noah once more speaking to him: "I am counting on you." I know, Menenius thought, though he said nothing more on his way inside.

Menenius sas Lanatus, FFXIV

[snakeofgarlemald]

With the amount of times that he had been saved by the fire mage when he was younger, saving the elder from more harassment seemed like he was returning the favor of sorts. And instead of him being lectured by the other elezen, he was the one who was defending him with the infamous serpents tongue. Course with Sartauvoir speaking up about killing those and hiding the body, Menenius raised an eyebrow as he spoke up afterwards. "That's an option as well, or could turn them into ashes and that way no one would be able to figure out who they were at all. Provided the said ashes get scattered before anyone actually gets suspicious of course." Was he putting ideas into the elder's head? Maybe but Menenius was willing to turn the other cheek if the mage did take up that suggestion. Course hearing the elder also speak more, Menenius sighed out as he gave a small smile since he knows, but neither was he.

As for the promotion and Lyon, Menenius made a face before looking away a bit. "Lyon might have been told by Noah but I....haven't gone to see him yet....." That was a can of worms that he didn't want to deal with yet....after all, it's been a decade since he's seen the two elders and thankfully he could talk to Sartauvoir about that subject if he did press about it. Did he even have the willpower to see Lyon and chat with him after what happened? He didn't spend a damn decade building up his mask for nothing, to let it slip at the smallest mention of the hyur. Ah well....he'll deal with it when it happens. Course hearing the questions, Menenius knew that Sartauvoir would be curious.

"Of course, you are one of the few that I suggested when Noah asked me to put a crew together. And well.... the main accomplishments that he wants is to hold and take back our hold in that area, plus the rumors of Queen Gunnhildr's weapons seemed to have taken an interest as well. While I know very little of it's history, it seems that these weapons were extremely powerful in a way from what I gathered." If he knew he would be spending time there, then he would have cracked open a history book or two, oh well right? "And what I expect you to do there?" Menenius then smirked as he spoke up. "What you're best at, burning our enemies. I'm letting you go full out with your fire while showing that even at your age, your not to be messed with." He was about to walk in the direction of where they were heading as he then paused since he remembered something important.

"Oh right, I almost forgot to mention that you'll be under the command of another rem, his name is Sadr Albeleo and according to Noah, he'll be your teacher since he'll be teaching you how to make your flames deadlier. I've met him and I will say that I believe that you and him will get along quite well. He has that knack for fire and torturing folks.....and something about a voidsent."

"Mind if I step in?"

Send "Mind if I step in?" For my muse's response to yours stepping in to help them out of a sticky situation...

How bothersome...and to think...this all happened because he wasn't a pureblood like them... Or even half... And he agreed to come here with Noah and Menenius and Lyon...

Staring at the Garlean soldiers before him, the Mage Knight frowns as his ears were lower than usual. It was one thing to insult Landis, it was another thing to insult him, but it was far different thing to insult his Legion, and those in charge of it.

So what if they were not pure bloods. So what he was an elezen, a freak? A savage? Why should he care?

He didn't...

Yet...

As his hands curl up, flames start to form in his palms as a single cold eye glares at the other three that dared to threaten and insult him and his masters...

It would be so simple...he could burn them alive here and now...and pretend they never met...

But if he was caught, and even if he defeated himself...they would side with a pureblood over a savage from a strange land...

Cowards...fighting in a place with unfair disadvantages. Truly so great and powerful, his arse.

However, hearing a familiar voice, the pyro doesn't move. "No need sir, we were just finishing up our conversation and go our separate ways, weren't we, gentlemen?..." They glare back, and even one snorted. What a bore... Were they really going to fight him here and now to make a point of who was superior?

[harrycollins]

Meanwhile, at Castrum Lacus Litore...

[magitekhearted]

Like Fire and Ice;

[lyon-beast-king]

Stunning pictures of Sartauvoir, Albeleo, Lyon, Menenius, and Noah by @snakeofgarlemald.

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Creator’s note: All three of them can at least agree on one thing: Albeleo and Sautauvoir can be utterly terrifying when they want to.

[lyon-beast-king]

(Stunning pictures of Sartauvoir and Albeleo by @snakeofgarlemald.

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Creator’s Note: Two fire mages in a library, what war crimes will come from this?

[lyon-beast-king]

Stunning pictures of Albeleo by @snakeofgarlemald.

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Creator’s note: Albeleo looking like a fancy lad since the others insisted that he at least have one fancy photo to look professional in.

[lyon-beast-king]

Stunning pictures of Menenius and Albeleo by @snakeofgarlemald.

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Creator’s note: Menenius being the snake as he is and teasing the younger elezen. Not shown is Lyon laughing and telling him to stop teasing the poor lad.

[lyon-beast-king]

Stunning meme pictures of Albeleo and Pagaga by @snakeofgarlemald.

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Meme based on this:

[lyon-beast-king]

Stunning pictures of a meme of Albeleo and Noah by @snakeofgarlemald.

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Creator’s Note:  When your Legatus comes to visit and all he gets is disappointment.

Extra:

Noah: I gave you guys one job, ad this was not the job!

[lyon-beast-king]

Stunning pictures of Albeleo by @snakeofgarlemald.

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[lyon-beast-king]

(Stunning pictures of Sadr rem Albeleo by @snakeofgarlemald.

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Creator’s Note: Even garlean mages need to have fun as well.