#vaindreau

[knights-of-ishgard]

one of the reasons i stopped posting stuff was partially bc of the godaweful caster role q in ew where they retconned basically all of zephirin's established lore and i got rly angry/frustrated/heartbroken about it, which is why i started to invest my time and energy in another subject/ship i have for around a year now.

not it's not len and fafnir, but he plays a role in lenthes' hc!

i still hate the canon q and now i just say fck the canon lore, honestly 🤷

[seraymerichateblog]

working on this cowboy au for once looking up a map of texas and louisiana so all the frenchy elezen names make sense but the setting’s still in those nice dusty plains bc i have problems

[mimble-sparklepudding]

For Humble! Rather than restoring an area or place does he prefer to aid or donate to good causes (such as relief for the Resistance families, Ser Vaindreau's Grace etc.) no matter how big or small?

Humble is definitely more one to take a hands-on approach when it comes to restoration efforts or charitable endeavours. He does donate financially to various causes, but he leaves the particulars down to Tataru to manage for him, as he would be unable to tell you how much wealth he actually possesses at any given time.

He feels more comfortable donating resources or materials than gil, as he worries that people might think he was trying to be grandiose by throwing his money around (as he sees it). However he does have a much more realistic sense of the cost of necessities than either Estinien or Alphinaud (for example) and will gladly part with his gil if it alleviates the hardships of others.

If he does have a fault in this regard, it is a slight naivety that has occasionally led to him being swindled by con-artists with a convincing sob story (and earned him a scolding from Tataru).

[pumpkinmagekupo]

Send 🧸 for a screenshot associated with children or childhood.

Thank you for the ask!! (´• ω •`) ♡

Mizuki had a rough childhood.

So lets look at how she is with children.

After the Dragonsong war and when Mizuki was helping out at Ser Vaindreau's Grace, she agreed to teach Maurilette some alchemy. So she could help make the poultices and eventually Ronantain joined her little lessons.

She has a lot of patience for children.

[myreia]

wip whenever

tagged by @thevikingwoman and @impossible-rat-babies, thank you friends! 💖 tagging @bearlytolerant @allaganexarch @a-shakespearean-in-paris @roguelioness @coldshrugs @lilas @galadae @birues and anyone else who would like to share what they're working on This is from the start of Chapter 8 of this FFXIV Heavensward longfic I've been fiddling with for a while! Aureia's getting herself into some kind of emotional mess.

For the second time that night, Aureia stands outside the Borel Manor, huddled in her soaked coat with her hands tucked into her armpits. Her hair is a sodden mess around her shoulders, dark tangles plastered against her chin and neck. Her tunic clings uncomfortable to her damp and clammy skin. Her muddy boots are so water-logged she can hear it sloshing around with every step and she wear she can feel her toes pruning inside their socks. Fire-aspected aether and clever little orbs will do little to warm her now.

She can still feel Thancred’s touch on her. No amount of rain can wash that away now.

For a brief moment in the alley she considered following him to the infirmary. She wondered what she would say to him, months of grievances and rising tensions and frustrations tumbling out of her all at once. Her overwhelming guilt once she discovered he was alive. His bitter envy upon his return. His growing resentfulness towards her and Ishgard. His refusal to accept what happened to Minfilia. His relationship with Hilda—if she can even call it that—was one thing, perhaps even something she has come to accept. But everything else?

It is not something that can be fixed with a kiss in an alleyway.

She doesn’t know if it can be ever be fixed. Their bond is as scarred as the brands upon her back. There is too much painful history between them. How can she say she loves him when the sight of him makes her furious?

And so she turned her back on the alley and walked back to the Pillars. She has no desire to hole up alone in the Forgotten Knight, nor test her patience against Edmont’s scrutiny in the comfort of the Fortemps Manor. She wants to see Aymeric. Needs to see him. She owes him an apology for her earlier behaviour, perhaps an explanation, if he will accept it. She left him startled and confused with the way she kissed him, and it does not sit well with her leave that thread hanging.

Besides, she left her rapier here, she can’t go to Xelphatol without it. That’s as good a reason as any to call upon him this late at night. Knowing him, he will still be awake. Working.

Swallowing any remaining nervousness, Aureia strides up to the manor gates. The knights—miserable with their nightly post, but too professional to complain—recognize her instantly and wave her through without comment. She nods her thanks, grateful not to have a repeat of Gillesoireaux, and hurries up the path to the front door. The estate is dark save for a few lights flickering from the second-floor windows. Clenching her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering, she knocks rapidly on the door and waits, praying that someone will answer.

Silence.

She curses. Shifting her weight from foot to foot and trying her best to ignore the sloshing noise, she raps furiously on the door a second time. And a third. Hail rains down, pelting the path behind her with tiny balls of ice.

She is raising her fist for a fourth attempt when the door swings open.

Light spills outward from the foyer, backlighting a tall Elezen man. His thick, bushy eyebrows frown at her and he tuts disapprovingly.

“Mistress Malathar! This is quite a surprise,” Marcel says with no surprise. “Ser Aymeric informed me you would be attending Saint Vaindreau’s Grace to accompany one of your fellow Scions. An injured maiden, or so I was told. Is this no longer the case?

“Alisaie is in good hands with her brother watching over her,” Aureia replies. “I would merely get underfoot.”

“Then may I inquire as to what brings you to our doorstep? My lord finds himself absorbed in his work tonight, immersed in the important tedium of drafting memos and preparing requisitions. Hardly the work for more than one mind, I’m afraid. I fear you may find yourself—how did you put it?—underfoot.”

She blinks impassively, fixing him with a cold look. “I left my weapons here. I came to collect them.”

“Indeed.” Marcel reaches behind the door and withdraws her rapier and focus, proffering them to her. “An unfortunate slip of the mind, I see. My staff were quite happy to hold them until your return.”

She takes them from his outstretched hand and attaches them to her waist. “Thank you—”

“And now if this concludes your business? Goodnight, mademoiselle—”

“Wait!” Her hand flies out, catching the door as Marcel moves to close it. Part of her can only think of how pathetic she must look, standing here on the doorstep like a sopping wet cat, mewling to be let in. But she is determined. She has to see Aymeric. It doesn’t have to be for long—just long enough to tell him how sorry she is. “I have news for Ser Aymeric. It is of terrible importance. He must know at once.”

His eyes narrow, seeing through her ruse. It is a weak excuse, but she is gambling on his pride as a butler and a senior member of the Borel staff. He may not believe her, but on the off-chance that she is telling the truth, he cannot risk turning her away.

“It is nearing the toll of the midnight bell, Mistress Malathar,” Marcel says finally. “What is this message? I am happy to inform Ser Aymeric—”

“It is something I am entrusted to tell him. Scion business. Urgent.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh and throws the door wide open. “Enter, then,” he says, stepping aside as she trundles across the threshold. He winces at the mess her boots make on the floor. “And please wipe your feet.”

She does. It does little to help.

“Oh, for Fury’s sake…” Marcel tuts and snaps the door closed. “Leave your boots there if you must. My lord is in his study. Second floor, down the hall to your right, and the third door on the left. And I beg you, my lady, please try not to make a mess on your way up.”

Aureia gives him as grateful a smile as she can muster and does as she is told. She strips off her boots and socks, leaving them in a careful pile to the side of the threshold. Striding past Marcel, she sweeps up the stairs and wrings out her hair, raking her fingers through the dark strands to give it some semblance of professionalism.

The upstairs hall is dark but cozy. Vases of lilacs and seasonal flowers from the Twelveswood and the Dravanian Forelands line the hallway, interspersed between small bookcases and plush benches. Lanterns light the way, their gentle glow reflected in the saturated darkness of the window panes.

She heads down the corridor, shivering from head to toe and dripping water with every step. Though she tries once or twice to mop up after herself, she simply leaves more water on the floor than before. Muttering a curse, she gives up and hurries to the end. Aymeric’s study is easy enough to find—through the door, she can hear the unmistakable crackle of flames in a hearth and the steady hum of his voice as he talks to himself, composing one missive or another.

Brushing her hair behind her ears, she breathes in a deep breath and opens the door.

Aymeric leans against his desk, a sheaf of parchment in one hand and a quill in the other. He has traded his comfortable doublet for the attire of the Lord Commander as if he is prepared to launch an attack on Xelphatol tonight. He chews his lower lip, lost in thought, and eyes trained on the letter.

“Marcel, I promise I will rest once I have composed—” He looks up, mouth open in astonishment. “Aureia? What brings you here? Has Alisaie taken a turn for the worst—?”

Aureia closes the door. “She’s fine, Aymeric. She is in good hands.”

“Thank Halone.” He exhales a relieved breath only to pause, his eyes narrowing with concern. There’s no hiding her damp hair or her soaked coat or her miserable little bare feet on the polished wood floor. “But what has happened to you? By the Fury, you must be freezing—”

“Don’t worry about me.” She folds her arms tightly around herself, doing her best to hide her chattering teeth. “Caught in bad weather.”

He sets his missive down. “Take the coat off and sit down,” he says, gesturing the couch. The crackling hearth illuminates it in a warm glow, the flickering light playing off the ornamental rug on the floor. An Ishgardian hunting scene is woven into the carpet. Knights ride the fields on their chocobos while dragoons chase the skies, while the Fury looks on from Her seat. Loops of halone gerbera decorate the fringes. “I will not have you catching cold on account of me.”

She smiles and holds out a hand, palm up. Three small orbs burst to life, their flames warming her skin. “This is me you’re talking about, remember?”

He shoots her a look. The joke has done nothing to ease his concern. “Aureia, please, you’re chilled to the bone. Take the coat off and sit. Let me call Marcel, I’m sure there is spare clothing in the servants’ quarters—”

“No need. I don’t plan to be here for long.” Sensing that he won’t let it go easily, she acquiesces and closes her palm, snuffing the flames out. She removes her rapier and shrugs off the coat, throwing the sodden red leather over the back of the couch. She shivers and tugs at her tunic, the damp fabric clinging to her breasts. She feels exposed without her coat. “I came to apologize.”

Aymeric blinks in confusion. For a briefest of moments, his gaze flicks down, staring at her damnable wet tunic before quickly correcting himself. “There is nothing you have done that you must apologize for,” he says quietly.  

“There is.” She wets her lower lip and rests a hand on the couch, tugging absently at a decorative throw blanket tossed over its back. “Earlier tonight, I behaved… Poorly, I think. The wine, perhaps, is to blame, though that does not excuse it. I should never have kissed you—”

“And I said there is nothing you must apologize for.”

His voice is firm. He pushes away from his desk, drawing himself to his full height, his hands resting at his sides. With his profile cast half in shadows, his eyes shine bright with all the intensity and passion she has come to know him for. The gold and sapphire earring glitters, catching the firelight.

She swallows, raising her chin to meet his eyes. Gods… she never quite realized until now tall he is compared to her. “Nevertheless I will.”

“Then it is an apology I will not accept.”

“Aymeric—”

He strides across the room, seizes her face in his hands and kisses her. She gasps in surprise, trembling with an electric sensation as if she has consumed too much mana at once. He holds her close, bending to accommodate their difference in height. His hands are warm, his kiss gentle but fervent, a culmination of all the things left unspoken between them. 

She pauses, a moment of hesitation whirling through her mind, demanding to know if this is the right call. But frightened though she is, she trusts him. She trusts the love he has for her. If she backs away now, there will be no going back.

This is for her.

[that1nkyone]

1nky is normal about Magical DPS Role Quests Part II.

that's azys la isn't it

what kinda BS are you guys doing there

COOL GREAT AMAZING

COOL COOL COOL

I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt with dealing with a changing Ishgard and all the self-doubt and crisis of faith that came with it BUT NO YOU WERE LIKE 'HEY THORDAN ABSOLUTELY HAD THE RIGHT IDEA' LET'S MAKE A GOD THAT'S SO AWESOME'

OH THEY'RE JUST STRAIGHT UP TRYING TO SUMMON THEM BACK GREAT AWESOME COOL

WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU FIND THIS POOR BASTARD

oh he's an allagan clone...

... wait did they just summon back the original ser vaindreau is that what's happening

Vartinoix left while I was in the throes of the Echo, didn't he?

YEP

Oh, he's still here! Maybe we can just -

fuck

okay he didn't get the One Woman Wail, he got the 'fuck we're gonna have a Blasphemy onscreen soon' theme.

This is a Very Bad Day for Everyone Involved. Artoirel looks real shaken, here. ) :

yes please stay with Clem, he's dealing with the loss of who he thought would be a good figurehead of the church. Again.

And Aymeric... hasn't said anything since he struck Vartinoix down.

...

Atta boy, Clem.

... Aymeric isn't doing well, is he?

Let's see what we can do to get more information about the summoning. I like how they reference the fact that summoning Thordan and the Knights Twelve failed because of a lack of aether - no Nidhogg Eyes, and no Warring Triad. But they did summon a champion of sorts - and I'm betting they summoned one of the original Knights Twelve.

Also, talking to the other summoners resulted in them panicking and Turning! let's, uh, try another method to figuring out more about this clone.

Onwards! To Camp Dragon... head...

;_;

So we got some clues - it looks like there was a low-flying airship straight before Vaindreau was found. In order to find any sign, we gotta spread out and search by air -

-YE S.

YEYEYEYEYEYEAH

YEYEYEYEYEYEYEAHHH

(Look Ash'li's gotta find the Little Things to keep him motivated and going flying on chocobos with a good friend is Up There for him)

... oh.

... hey there, buddy. ) :

Oop, time for the Echo. Gimme a sec, Aymeric.

... the dude didn't even know who or what he was. The entirety of the Knights Twelve were intended to be brought forth through summoning.

... at least one name seemed to stick out.

Yeah, the fact that the Archbishop and Knights Twelve are dead isn't gonna be welcome news to this guy -

Ah. Well.

Here we are, then.

Hup, sorry! What've I missed?

Ah.

Okay.

(to be continued)

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

pls pls tell us how Mathye and Charlemend became friends I am DYING to know!

Mathye will request to work in the hardest-hit/poorer areas of Ishgard whenever he's back in the city. During the Firmament's reconstruction, he elected to work in Ser Vaindreau's Grace--just as Charlemend and Maelie joined. Maurilette thought it would be a good idea to assign Charlemend to Mathye as an assistant.

The two pretty much had been working off negative stories/connotations about the other--but Mathye getting to see Charlemend willing to get his hands dirty while Charlemend saw Mathye work first hand--went a long way in the two of them developing a mutual respect for one another, which then turned into friendship. It also helped they had a shared interest in Maelie's education, Mathye teaching Maelie basic healing (and by proxy Charlemend, who was teaching Maelie how to read and write).

[wandererorion]

Auraugust Day 3: Already going off script

Okay today's prompt was supposed to be "Heat Wave," which is a great prompt, but then I went completely off script and had to write 1.6k words of hurt/comfort Post-Vault angst. And then I HAD to do a gpose about it and now we're here. Fic under the cut! Heavensward spoilers abound!

Prompt List | Yesterday's Post

Turning a corner into a long hallway of private chambers in Saint Vaindreau’s Grace, Orion heard a rasping snarl, followed swiftly by a cacophony of glass clattering and shattering to the floor. Rushing to the third door on the right, he shoved it open.

“Kendra, are you alright?” Orion asked, eyes wide in panic. 

Kendra stood, her vibrant hair loose and tousled around her face, staring balefully at the pile of shattered glass and pooling tinctures at her feet. 

Feet that happened to be bare and quite close to thousands of shards of freshly broken glass. She was dressed only in a loose white shift that fell just past her knees. At some point she must have pushed the billowing sleeves up to her shoulders, leaving her wiry arms bare to the clammy air of the hospital. 

“Does it look like I’m alright?” she growled at Orion. She clenched both her fists so tightly that her knuckles went white, bright against her tanned skin. “I’m stuck in this - this cell while the Heavensward get further and further away. I can’t even fucking hold myself up, let alone a sword. Aymeric is wounded! And Haurch-” 

She choked on the precious name, unable to finish her thought. Her hands raised to her face as hot tears dripped off her dark lashes. With a sob, her knees buckled and she began to fall to the glass covered floor. 

Orion rushed to Kendra’s side, propping her up, mindful of the wound on her shoulder. Large, incomprehensibly gentle hands eased her back to the bed, propping her against the footboard, making sure she didn’t put any pressure on her feet until clear of the glass.

Once Orion was certain her weight had settled against the mattress, his grip loosened but he didn’t move out of her space. He cupped the back of her head in his palm and pressed her face to the soft, well-worn linen of his shirt while he rubbed firm, comforting circles into her back with the other. She could feel the firm keratin nodules of his chin rest lightly against the top of her head. 

“I’m sorry,” Orion said. “I’m so sorry, Kendra. If only I had kept up with you two. If I had been closer I could have…” His own voice caught in his throat as his sobs joined hers. “I’m sorry…” For a moment, he just held her close. The only sound in the room was the arhythmic staccato of their cries. 

“No,” Kendra said, pushing Orion away. “I can’t.”

She attempted to get to her feet, but Orion held her firmly in place. “I can’t just lie here feeling sorry for myself, I have to - “ 

“You have to rest and heal,” Orion’s firm medic’s voice came to the surface. “You’re in no shape to be going anywhere.” 

“Bollocks, I’m in no shape!” Kendra snapped. “I have to go check on Aym. We need to get an airship ready. The more time we delay, the further those void blighted bastards get away. There’s no time!”

She struggled against Orion’s hold but he firmly kept her in place, seated on the bed. He tried to reason with her, “I know, but Kendra, you’re in no shape to - “ 

“I don’t fucking care! Let me go!” she shouted. Strong, sharp nails found the soft, carmine-red skin between patches of obsidian scales. 

“Enough!” Orion finally raised his voice and gave her a single, firm shake. 

Startled, Kendra looked up at him with wide, watery aquamarine eyes. 

Orion closed his eyes and sighed heavily through his nose, attempting to recenter himself despite his own grief and distress. “I know you want nothing more than justice for Haurchefant right now. I understand. I want that too. And I know that being stuck in hospital is just compounding your feelings of impotence, but I need you to listen to me very carefully.”

He looked her directly in the eye, an uncommon move for a man as fussy and perpetually busy as Orion. “Your injuries may not be severe, but they could easily become so if you exacerbate them with strenuous activity.”

Kendra opened her mouth to interrupt him but Orion quickly cut her off. “Please let me finish my thought. Alphinaud and I are going straight to the Knight Commander’s office from here. We will check on Aymeric and plan our next move. Then we will ready the airship and make chase. I swear to you, I will not let any of them see another sunrise if it’s in my power. But in order to do all that, I need to know that you are safe and healing, right here. If you run off, half-cocked, your wounds still seeping, I will be more concerned with your safety than the task at hand. I’m even second guessing letting Alphinaudu come along.”

Cupping her face with one surprisingly soft hand, Orion traced the line of her clan markings with his thumb. 

“Please, Kendra. We both lost someone we love. I may not have loved Haurchefant in the same way or with the same intensity as you, but he was a comrade and a dear friend. I’m also reeling from his loss. I can’t - “ Orion choked, tears threatening to fall from luminous eyes. “I can’t lose another person I love today.”

Kendra remained silent, casting her eyes down to where she was wringing her hands in her lap. But she still craned her neck and purred softly as Orion bent down to press his forehead to hers. Their breaths mingled as each basked in the other’s presence. 

Orion was unsure when they had started this ritual, sometime in the chaos after the Bloody Banquet. It had been just the two of them and a traumatized teenager, on the run. 

At some point between losing the other Scions and now, Kendra had gone from begrudging colleague to the one fixed point in the maelstrom of his life. When they were first recruited Orion saw her as a lewd, raucous thief with an angel’s voice who drove him to distraction. Now, she was everything, almost like a lost shard of himself that he didn’t even know was missing. Knowing she was here and safe was the only thing keeping him from completely falling to pieces. 

Taking a deep breath, he straightened. He brushed his thumb against her cheek once more before letting his hand drop. “Now,” he said. “Before I go, would you let me take a look at your wounds?”

Kendra nodded, mutely.

Starting with her ankle, Orion gently poked at the swollen flesh. “Looks like it’s just a sprain, no breaks. I’ll have one of the Chirugeons come by and wrap it so that you’ve got some compression and support.” 

Falling into medic mode, he reached for the ties holding her neckline together, but then caught himself. “May I?” he asked, bashfully. “I’d like to check the bandage on your shoulder. Want to make sure you didn’t pull any stitches while heaving twenty pounds of glass and liquid across the room.”

In answer, Kendra reached up and unlaced her shirt, letting it fall open, revealing a prominent clavicle and a wiry shoulder, wrapped in linen bandages that were just starting to turn pink in a few spots. With a delicacy that still surprised her, Orion pulled her collar back a bit further so he could reach the tie of her bandage and unwrap it, revealing the pad of gauze and the stitched flesh beneath.

“Hmmm… the wound is seeping a little and it’s swollen but you don’t seem to have torn any of the stitches. Here.” Orion reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a small vial. “Drink this. It’s not a sedative, I promise, just an anti-inflammatory and immune booster. It will help the flesh calm down faster and help prevent any infection from setting in.” 

Kendra nodded and mechanically tossed the liquid back as if she was taking a shot of the strongest Brume spirits. Still saying nothing, she handed the vial back to Orion. Taking it, he watched her in awkward silence for a few moments, waiting for her to say something. Anything really.

But Kendra remained uncharacteristically silent, eyes downcast, ears tilted back and pressed close to her head. 

Realizing he would get no more from his companion, Orion leaned forward and placed a light kiss on her forehead. The incense of the Vault still clung to the loose fibers of her hair. 

He affectionately squeezed her leg, just above her knee as he stood. “A chirurgeon will be ‘round shortly with fresh bandages and an ankle brace. Thank you, Kendra. I know this goes against your nature. I won’t let you down. I promise,” he said. Kendra just looked at his feet, face expressionless. 

Orion smoothed the front of his tunic nervously, and then made his retreat. The hard leather of the soles of his boots made a quiet scuffing sound against the rough stone floors. Kendra continued to listen for the quiet shushing after he closed the door and walked back down the corridor. 

As soon as his footsteps faded into the background noise of the hospital, Kendra stood from the bed. Grabbing the used bandage, she sloppily rewrapped her shoulder and tied it off with one hand and her teeth. Then she walked straight to the door of her chamber, pace steady and certain, seemingly oblivious to the screaming muscles and tendons of her left ankle and the tiny specks of blood she left on the floor as shards of glass pierced the soles of her feet.

Like hell, he was leaving her behind.

[lady-lissette]

Elftober 2023 - Day 1 - Introduction

Lady Lissette Marjolie de Isedaire For many years, Lissette travelled across Eorzea and beyond as an adventurer. When news of the Dragonsong War coming to an end finally made its way to her, Lissette decided to settle back down in her childhood home for good. Today, she runs a tea shop called 'The Lavish Brew' and also serves as a representative of the Adventurers' Guild in the newly-established guild in the Firmament.

Roselle Colombet Greystone Having grown resentful of mistreatment from the family that never wanted her, Roselle eventually found comfort with the heretics. As a follower of Lady Iceheart, she served from the sidelines as a healer. However, as it was later revealed that she never put anyone in harm's way and on more than one occasion came to the aid of wounded knights in secret, she was pardoned for her affiliation. She was permitted back into the city once the war was over, and now, she serves as an alchemist in Ser Vaindreau's Grace.

[ebitenpura]

minor spoilers for EW magical ranged quest but if I didn't already have an ishgardian knight character I originally wanted to alt again as a Vaindreau who wasn't turned into a blasphemy; like the sheer concept of a man forced to bear the will of the entire Heavens Ward and the KOTR was just so metal that I'm honestly kind of mad all he became was a phantasmal dragon...thing. I really thought he'd go somewhere besides crying vengeance but it speaks like the remnants of their grudge, so I can't be that disappointed.

I also thought we'd get to meet him as a character and there were so many things I wanted to ask him when he woke up in the hospital confused and alone; I really would've liked the idea of him finding redemption and a new life but...EW has the same theme of simply killing those with transgressions and giving them no "after" for the sake of those who live in the present.

That being said, I keep coming back to his concept so we'll see if I cave eventually (though going through msq again incites in me primal fear).

[linelpisffxiv]

FFXIVWrite 2024: Nonexistent

Mneme's life was full of struggles. Parents who ignored them until one small question turned them out. A blazingly obvious loophole keeping them trapped in a fight ring. Patrons who controled everything about their life outside without an ability to accept it.

And that's before they've had to deal with governments.

So being called an adventurer by the very opposite of who they were but also the same in some ways?

It gave them this chance. They have to keep the name Mneme close to their chest, but with a new brother and sister of sorts. The first person who understood the struggles they've dealt with and want to join them in fixing it instead of accepting the world as it is.

Their adventure started off small, stop their new sister's biological mother from killing her for laws that no longer exist. It led to something deeper involving the knights of the round and Thordan, thirteen people they killed without regret.

They remained steps ahead of Aymeric. By the time he heard about the plan, they were close to finding the secret of the amagamation of a primal Vaindreau, the dragon Fafnir.

For the first time, Mneme smiled, and felt relief.

[dxvotionis]

Name | Zephirin de Valhourdin Titles | Zephirin the Just, Ser Zephirin, Father Zephirin Occupation | The Very Reverend Archimandrite of the Heavens’ Ward Age | 29 Gender | Male; He/Him Species | Elezen; Wildwood Height | 5'6 Loyal to | Ishgard, The Holy See, The Archbishop, The Heavens' Ward

Zephirin's mother died in childbirth, and his father followed her when Zephirin was seven. His father had been the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights, and his busy life had meant he had limited time to spend with his son but Zephirin still idolised him. His father had many friends that helped look after Zephirin in his childhood years, but after his father had passed Zephirin spent a lot of time training in swordwork. He wanted to follow in his father's footsteps, but also because his home felt incredibly lonely. He was a small child and was a lot smaller than all those he saw training, and in his young mind, he desired to be seen as stronger. He found a greatsword in his home, along with a small maroon crystal. He didn't understand then what the Dark Knights were, or why Ishgard hated them. When he was met with criticism for his weapon choice, he pushed back with a deep seated stubbornness. With his greatsword in hand, Zephirin entered the Temple Knights' grand tourney at the age of fifteen and won. He joined the Temple Knights and due to his steadfast and unflinching self, began to be known as Zephirin the Just. At one time, he was the favoured candidate for the position of Lord Commander of the Temple Knights, but instead the title was given to Ser Aymeric de Borel, who had been the one person Zephirin had considered a friend. He did not want his disappointment to sully Aymeric's victory and so he did what he could to smile but ended up falling into a deep depression, as his singular goal in life was no longer accessible. His saving grace was Ser Vellguine of the Heavens' Ward, who did not wish his talent to be wasted among the Temple Knights and offered Zephirin a position within the Heavens' Ward and Zephirin accepted. He flourished within the Ward and when Ser Vaindreau 'retired', and Ser Vellguine turned down the position of Very Reverened Archimandrite, Zephirin was given the honour and became the leader of the Ward.

Verse | Main Set before and during the Heavensward expansion up until The Singularity Reactor Zephirin leads the Heavens' Ward - Ishgard's finest, tasked with protecting the Archbishop Thordan. They are aware and complicit in his plans to become an all powerful primal, allowing and encouraging Ishgard to fall into chaos so that Ishgard may survive. The ends justify the means. (Note - Zephirin was not tempered. All he did was truly of his own free will)

Verse | Survival The sole survivor of their battle, Zephirin awakens later on the cusp of death surrounded by the bodies of his men. The battle had taken its toll and Zephirin found himself unable to manipulate aether and so unable to teleport. It took a long time for him to get home, found collapsed in the snow not far from the gates one day. The frostbite had set in, the injuries lingering from the fight and then further hurting himself traveling, he had a long ways to recovery and so he was taken to Ser Vaindreau's Grace. Even after recovering, he will be disabled for the rest of his life. Mostly by his own request he is stripped of his knighthood and his position in the clergy, and now spends his time in his estate. (Note - I am just straight up ignoring the EW caster quests)

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Mobile wouldn’t let me copy the question but 2!

Most of us are travelers, but does your WoL/OC currently have a particular place they consider 'home'? Is it the same as where they grew up? If not, what makes it home for them?

Mimble doesn't feel particularly attached to any specific place - at least not one he could actually live in (he has an attachment, somewhat against his will, with Amdapor, but he would draw the line at trying to live in the ruins).

He quite likes staying in various hostelries and inns - especially as he is often hosted for free and provided with meals courtesy of the appreciative locals (Mimble doesn't intentionally take advantage of his status as Warrior of Light, but if someone offers him free food as an expression of their gratitude for his heroism, well it would be churlish to refuse).

However he does have a small property in The Empyrean, which he sometimes stays in for periods of time. Nobody is entirely sure why Mimble should have chosen to settle in Ishgard, especially given the well-known Lalafellin aversion to cold and snow, but he seems to quite like having a base there.

His garden, and indeed most of the structure, is covered in a riot of colourful flowers and blossoming trees, regardless of the weather or time of year. Whether this is deliberately maintained by powerful enchantments, or is simply a side-effect of Mimble's aetheric propinquity, his neighbours are too polite to enquire.

Whilst it is a comfortable and convenient enough base, for those times when Mimble isn't otherwise engaged in the business of protecting the star, he doesn't necessarily feel a sense of belonging in Ishgard.

Indeed, generally he exists outside the hierarchies and day-to-day politics of the city - although he will offer advice and support to Artoirel (if requested) and Emmanellain (whether he likes it or not). He will also cheerfully help Francel with issues pertaining to The Firmament, especially the Rolanberry Field Orphanage and Ser Vaindreau's Grace.

[toadeyes-miqote]

Prompt #28: Blunt

Post EW between 6.0-6.1 timeline, leatherworker quest spoiler probably

Blunt - candid, straight forward, soften, to weaken something

Word of another great calamity averted had spread. And with it news that their battered champion was at death's door.

Considering the Saviour of Ishgard's lack of affiliation with the church. Most were unsure of where to turn to send their good wishes of recovery other than Fortemps Manor

Some opportunistic souls had then placed signs throughout Ishgard saying that whoever wish to generate well wishes for the smooth recovery of the saviour of Ishgard via donation of goods, gil or services. Ser Vaindreau's Grace is one of the places that she was known to help out. While prayers are appreciated, it would hearten the green lady more if those in need had benefitted from the attention as well. Thank you very much.

To one Mealle or Lord Charlemend of said institution were who one should direct the donations of funds, goods or time. The other thing to do was to seek out Lord Francel of the Firmament project for additional help was always needed.

Interestingly Elde of the Jeweled Crozier benefitted from buyers who found out that the ailing saviour in question has artisanal works of leather for sale alongside the regular goods. Much existing products were bought in bulk in the hope finding ones with Green Huntress' trademark. The sudden donation of excess leather goods turned out to be a boon to a number of Brume residents.

"There was more than enough dynamis generated in their wishes of happiness for her." An amused young voice said to her fluttering companion. Ishgard was but one of the places.

[fey-t-ff]

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★クルザス Coerthas 　 皇都イシュガルド The Holy See of Ishgard 　 ●イシュガルド：下層 Foundation 聖徒門 The Arc of the Worthy エーテライト･プラザ Ishgard Aetheryte Plaza 忘れられた騎士亭 The Forgotten Knight 旅籠｢九つの雲｣ Cloud Nine 雲霧街 The Brume 聖バルロアイアン広場 Saint Valeroyant's Forum 神殿騎士団本部 Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly *作戦立案室 Strategy Room ライトフェザー闘技場 The Lightfeather Proving Grounds ハルオーネの慈悲 The Fury's Mercy 清貧の凱旋門 The Arc of the Humble 聖レネット広場 Saint Reinette's Forum スカイスチール機工房 Skysteel Manufactory 聖大厩舎 The Holy Stables チョコボ留 Chocobokeep ドラゴンズエアリー The Aery 　 　 ●イシュガルド：上層 The Pillars イシュガルド･ランディング Airship Landing 聖ガンリオル占星院 Athenaeum Astrologicum ゼーメル伯爵邸 Dzemael Manor 尊者の凱旋門 The Arc of Venerable 神聖裁判所 The Supreme Sacred Tribunal of Halonic Inquisitory Doctrine ラストヴィジル The Last Vigil フォルタン伯爵邸 Fortemps Manor アインハルト伯爵邸 Haillenarte Manor 建国十二騎士像 The Architects グランド･ホプロン The Hoplon イシュガルド教皇庁 The Vault イシュガルド教皇庁 The Vault 聖レマノー大聖堂 Saint Reymanaud's Cathedral 聖アンダリム神学院 Saint Endalim's Scholasticate デュランデル伯爵邸 Durendaire Manor 宝杖通��� The Jeweled Crozier 　 　 ●蒼天街 The Firmament 名も無き者たちの広場 The Mendicant’s Court 十字鍬通り The Mattock 聖ロエル広場 Saint Roelle’s Dais ニューネスト居住区 The New Nest 　ロランベリー･フィールド Rolanberry Field フェザーフォール商業区 Featherfall スカイスチール機工房分館 Skysteel Workshop アバカス通り The Abacus ホアフロスト官舎 Hoarfrost Hall クウィル通り Quill's Trace リズンソング文化区 The Risensong Quarter 詩伯門 Bright Ballad's Passage ルーシュマンド記念病院 Ser Vaindreau's Grace スノーソーク浴場 Snowsoak Springs 　 　 ●エンピレアム Empyreum エンピレアム Empyreum 　義勇門 Kind Traveler's Gate 　ハイモーン広場 Highmorn's Horizon 　エンピレアム中央 Central Empyreum 　エンピレアム東 Empyreum East 　新飛竜泊 Risensong Rookery 　エンピレアム南東 Empyreum Southeast 　ダングラン記念公園 Dangoulin's Devotion 　エンピレアム南西 Empyreum Southwest 　ハウジング関連担当官 Resident Caretaker 　イングルサイド Ingleside 　斧槍通り The Halberd's Head 　エンピレアム北西 Empyreum Northwest 　聖竜門 Great Wyrm's Gate 　エンピレアム北東 Empyreum Northeast 　スノースティープ浴場 Snowsteep Springs 　 [拡張街]エンピレアム Empyreum Subdivision 　[拡張街]義勇門 Kind Traveler's Gate Subdivision 　[拡張街]ハイモーン広場 Highmorn's Horizon Subdivision 　[拡張街]エンピレアム中央 Central Empyreum Subdivision 　[拡張街]エンピレアム南 Empyreum South Subdivision 　[拡張街]新飛竜泊 Risensong Rookery Subdivision 　[拡張街]エンピレアム南西 Empyreum Southwest Subdivision 　[拡張街]ダングラン記念公園 Dangoulin's Devotion 　[拡張街]エンピレアム北西 Empyreum Northwest Subdivision 　ハウジング関連担当官 Resident Caretaker 　[拡張街]イングルサイド Ingleside Subdivision 　[拡張街]斧槍通り The Halberd's Head Subdivision 　[拡張街]エンピレアム北東 Empyreum Northeast Subdivision 　[拡張街]聖竜門 Great Wyrm's Gate Subdivision 　[拡張街]エンピレアム南東 Empyreum Southeast Subdivision 　[拡張街]スノースティープ浴場 Snowsteep Springs Subdivision 　 　 ●クルザス西部高地 Coerthas Western Highlands リバーズミート Riversmeet 　ファルコンネスト Falcon's Nest 　チョコボ留 Chocobokeep 　ハルドラス像 The Pike 　グレイテール滝 Greytail Falls 　異端者の坑道 The Warrens 　ナインスヴェアー The Ninth Vare 　ブラックアイアン･ブリッジ Black Iron Bridge 　*クルザス不凍池 Unfrozen Pond 　金床の塔 The Anvil 　キャンプ･リバーズミート Camp Riversmeet 　ヘムロック Hemlock 　クルザス川 Coerthas River 　ゴルガニュ牧場 Gorgagne Mills 　ゴルガニュ牧草地 Gorgagne Holding 　オーカム波止場 Oakum Landing 　ノーススター号 The North Star 　槍峡門 Lancegate 　*クリアプール Clearpool 　 レッドリム Red Rim 　スウィフトラン川 Swiftrun River 　イエティの棲処 The Bed of Bones 　ザ･ウォッチャー The Watcher 　聖フィネア連隊の露営地 The Convictory 　チョコボ留 Chocobokeep 　 ツインプールズ Twinpools 　アッシュプール Ashpool 　臥竜島 The Dreaming Dragon 　ベーンプール Banepool 　*ベーンプール南 South Banepool 　*ベーンプール西 West Banepool 　ダスクヴィジル Dusk Vigil 　スレー���連峰 Slate Mountains 　ドラゴンスピット Dragonspit 　 　 ★ドラヴァニア Dravania 　 ●イディルシャイア Idyllshire 表紙橋 Frontbridge 裏表紙橋 Backbridge セノタフ大石碑 The Cenotaph ロウェナ総合文化会館 Rowena's Center for Cultural Promotion エーテライト･プラザ Idyllshire Aetheryte Plaza スティックキクス工房 Stickqix's Bangpots グリーングラブ菜園 Greengrub Mudplots 崖っぷち亭 The Hard Place 自由市場 Freewalks Roundspot スネイル広場 The Snail 　 　 ●高地ドラヴァニア The Dravanian Forelands チョコボの森 Chocobo Forest 　テイルフェザー Tailfeather 　チョコボ留 Chocobokeep 　つつやき小道 The Hissing Cobbles 　ウィロームリバー Whilom River 　 ソーム･アル山麓 Sohm Al Foothills 　餌食の台地 The Hundred Throes 　悲嘆の飛泉 The Iron Feast 　メアズオウス遺跡 Mare's Oath 　 スモーキングウェイスト The Smoldering Wastes 　ヴァスの塚 Loth ast Vath 　邪竜の彫像 The Stained One 　 グナースの塚 Loth ast Gnath 　兵站穴 Thriphive 　武神穴 Gynehive 　 アヴァロニア･フォールン Avalonia Fallen 　不浄の集落 Anyx Minor 　ダンナー街道 The Danneroad 　不浄の三塔 Anyx Trine 　遠鳴り岩 Summoning Stone 　 モーン大石窟 Mourn 　アネス･ソー Anyx Old 　エース･ダイ Ehs Daih 　ソーム･アル山麓 Sohm Al Foothills 　*モーン大岩窟西 West Mourn 　光輪の祭壇 Halo 　 　 ●低地ドラヴァニア The Dravanian  Hinterlands シャーレアン選者街 The Collectors' Quarter 　ショートステップ野営地 Bigwest Shortstop 　遠鳴り岩 Summoning Stone 　サリャ���河 Thaliak River 　 シャーレアン工匠街 The Makers' Quarter 　オーン原生林 The Orn Wild 　創造の道 The Paths of Creation 　大工房アーキテクトン The Arkhitekton 　ダガー石柱群 The Daggers 　ストーンスカイシー Stone,Sky,Sea 　 シャーレアン学士街 The Answering Quarter 　黙想の道 The Paths of Contemplation 　聖モシャーヌ植物園 Saint Mocianne's Arboretum 　クイックスピル･デルタ Quickspill Delta 　アスロン跡 The Asulon 　 シャーレアン哲人街 The Ruling Quarter 　確信の道 The Path of Conviction 　マトーヤの洞窟 Matoya's Cave 　碩学の道 Path of Knowing 　*サリャク河上流 Upper Thaliak River 　グブラ幻想図書館 The Great Gubal Library 　グブラ山 Mt.Gubal 　知神の水瓶 The Tipped Ewer 　*サリャク河中州 Middle Thaliak River 　 　 ●ドラヴァニア雲海 The Churning Mists ソーム･アル山頂 Sohm Al Summit 　ソーム･アル山麓(Hard) Sohm Al(Hard) 　モグモグホーム Moghome 　遠鳴り岩 Summoning Stone 　 エイル･トーム Eil Tohm 　 ランドロード遺構 Landlord Colony 　手紙の家 The House of Letters 　モンステリエ Monsterie 　アサー天空廊 Asah 　遠鳴り岩 Summoning Stone 　 フォーアームズ Four Arms 　バール･レス広場 Bahrr Lehs 　白亜の宮殿 Zenith 　遠鳴り岩 Summoning Stone 　ソール･カイ Sohr Khai 　 グリーンスウォード島 Greensward 　聖女シヴァ像 Mother of the Sheave 　ランドロード像 The Lost Landlord 　*ソーム･アル笠雲 Sohm Al Summit 　 オール･ターン Ohl Tahn 　グロン･レイ Gron Rhei 　サウストン･ウォール Sothton Walls 　飛竜泊 The Rookery 　ウェストン･ウォーター Weston Waters 　サルウーム･カシュ Tharl Oom Khash 　イーストン･アイ Easton Eyes 　 　 ★アバラシア Abalathia's Spine 　 ●アバラシア雲海 The Sea of Clouds クラウドトップ Cloudtop 　キャンプ･クラウドトップ Camp Cloudtop 　チョコボ留 Chocobokeep 　プロテクトゥール号 The Protector 　ローズハウス The Rosehouse 　 ラストステップ Last Step 　オク･グンド Ok' Gundu 　プロヴェナンス島 Provenance 　 ウィセントヘッド Wisent Herd 　 ヴール･シアンシラン Voor Sian Siran 　霧散の滝 Disappearing Falls 　雲溜まり Te Eddies 　渡り鳥の営巣地 The Nidifice 　 ブンド･オク･ベンド Vundu Ok' Bendu 　雄弁なるベンドの屋敷 Hearth of the Mighty Bendu 　 オク･ブンド･ヴァナ Ok' Vundu Vana 　白鯨の冠 The Whale's Crown

オク･ブンド･モック Ok' Vundu Mok 　舞い降りた羽根の屋敷 Hall of the Fallen Plume 　クロムレック The Cromlech 　 ブルーウィンドウ The Blue Window 　オク･ズンド Ok' Zundu 　遠鳴り岩 Summoning Stone 　ナッキ島 Ok' Gundu Nakki 　モローモート Morrowmotes 　コールドウィンド島 Coldwind 　パロック繋留基地 The Parrock 　モック･ウーグル島 Mok Oogl Island 　 ガントレット諸島 The Gauntlet 　魔航船ヴォイドアーク Void Ark 　シャッタードバック The Shatttered Back 　ネバーリープ Neverreap 　ヘネガの坩堝 Hengr's Crucible 　 　 ●アジス･ラー Azys Lla アルファ管区 Alpha Quadrant 　ポート･ヘリックス Helix 　クリスタル増殖炉 Centrifugal Crystal Engine 　アルファ交信塔 Alpha Comm Beacon 　総合冷却局 Cooling Station 　第II転送リング Matter Conduit II-III 　エーテル供給アレイ Aetheroconductor Array 　超星間交信塔 Hyperstellar Downconverter 　隔離実験島 Quarantine Block 　 ベータ管区 Beta Quadrant 　第III転送リング Matter Conduit III-II 　キメラ生成ラボ Recombination  Labs 　突然変異誘発房 Mutagenesis 　*廃液溜まり Aetherochemical Spill 　生体培養局 Biomass Incubation Complex 　生体培養局 Biomass Incubation Complex 　第IV転送リング Matter Conduit IV-V 　ハビスフィア管理局 Habisphere Control 　ハビスフィア The Habisphere 　 ガンマ管区 Gamma Quadrant 　第V転送リング Matter Conduit V-IV 　飛空戦艦揚陸地点 Dreadnaught Landing 　飛空戦艦グラディオン The Gration 　カストルム･ソルス Castrum Solus 　残骸島 Last Remmant 　古代のカテドラル The Cathedral 　第VI転送リング Matter Conduit VI-VII 　機動補給艦 Mobile Supply Cache 　フラクタル･コンティニアム The Fractal Continuum 　 デルタ管区 Delta Quadrant 　第VII転送リング Matter Conduit VII-VI 　エシュ･トーム Esh Thom 　デルタ送水局 The Aqueduct 　パプスの大樹 The Pappus Tree 　対偶の磔刑台 Antithesis 　 アジス･ラー旗艦島 The Flagship 　三闘神の像 The Warring Triad 　魔科学研究所 Aetherochemical Research Facility 　 　 ●雲海採集 ディアデム諸島 The Diadem 天の王冠 Crown Jewel 　 北西空域 Northwestern Pavilion 　バウンティ号の漂着地 The Bounty 　*ディアデム諸島の北西池 The Northern Diadem Leke 　 北東空域 Northeastern Pavilion 　*風吹き溜まる雲海 The Windbreaking Cloudtop 　*風吹き上がる雲海 The Windswept Cloudtop 　*風吹き抜ける雲海 The Blustery Cloudtop 　 南西空域 Southwestern Pavilion 　*風渦巻く雲海 The Swirling Cloudtop 　*ディアデム諸島の南西池 The Southern Diadem Lake 　*ディアデム諸島の洞穴 The Diadem Grotto 　 南東空域 Southeastern Pavilion 　*風穏やかな雲海 The Calm Cloudtop

[that1nkyone]

So, I just levelled up RDM, and I know I'm not gonna be normal about returning to Ishgard for the Endwalker Role Quests. So, I'm gonna liveblog for a bit.

Wish me luck.

I MISSED YOOUU Alright, so the blasphemy here's taken the form of a draconic being, that's... that's not good at all. And it's people who were very much involved in the old faith who seem more likely? That's even worse.

So this is the only dude in the initial incident who didn't turn. ) : Hang in there, buddy.

who the fuck are you

this lighting is doing you no favours in terms of niceties, my guy.

THE CAMERA HELD ON ASH'LI FOR SO LONG AFTER THE GUY DEPARTED LIKE

'i don't trust this'

Aha.

Well, some people have fled Ishgard in lieu of these transformations, so we've been asked to help corral them back from harsh winter wastelands!

... ah.

oh shit. ) :

Not surprised, but oh shit.

oh this is gonna be a huge mess isn't it

and therein lies one of the bigger conflicts of Post-Heavensward Ishgard. ) :

People who thought they were doing the right thing after thousands of years of misinformation suddenly being told that some major aspects of their faith and doctrine were being used to justify a long and bloody war.

The Scholasticate Questline definitely tackles this well, but of course there's gonna be fuel to the fire thanks to the Final Days.

And down he goes. ) :

This looks like it's gonna be much Messier than the Gridania Role Quest.

... oh jesus that was only the first quest there.

Aymeric: "Like, I get it, but it's still fucked up."

Let's hope it's a much nicer path.

Time to get some info about the Main Blasphemy!

Ash'li: ... well -

Okay so the Blasphemy was originally a man who was a patient at an infirmary? Interesting.

Not to mention, his name is Vaindreau - which is the same name of the knight the infirmary was named after.

Not the same dude, but maybe a descendant of sorts?

(I hope Maelie and Charlemend are doing okay.)

So they found this dude in the middle of nowhere, and he was in a constant state of confusion, and talked about the archbishop in his sleep.

(squints)

This dude's gonna get the eerie One Woman Wail song accompanying him at some point isn't he

"he's behind me isn't he"

"sike I got better things to do than talk to you losers"

dude we all knew you were sus at the start, can you refreshingly come clean with everything you know about all this?

now are you nervous because you're a man of the cloth in post-Heavensward Ishgard, or are you nervous because you're hiding something Real Bad

perhaps this expository migraine, courtesy of the WoL, will tell us

(to be continued)