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Sideblog dedicated to archiving FFXIV WoL gposes, writing, and art | main: max-gillespie | fandom: chryza

[graceandfury]

An FFXIV blog archiving content about my WoLs and celebrating the work of others.

by @chryza

main @max-gillespie

#gpose for my gpose work

#stories and lore for posts centered around telling my WoLs' stories

#wols of the cosmos for others' creations I find inspiring

Rylaxha Dashinn

Irascible, temperamental, yet determined to do good to balance the scales, Rylaxha is the present shard of the Amaurotine Erinys.

I'm slowly telling her story through gposes paired with microfiction, found in chronological order here.

Kharites Sunna

Altruistic to a fault and terrified to lose anything else, Kharites carries on the legacy inherited before the sundering, as well as the animosity of the man ten thousand years past he called father--Emet-Selch.

A detailed if silly overview of his background can be found here

[ff-virdia]

Morning is cold, but you have potions to deliver.

[riftdancing]

You walk along the edge of danger and it will change you. You summon storms, you play with nature, Now watch it hurt you.

[mrlarkstin]

Local man tortured by the narrative

More at 11

[chryza]

i'm emotional about him today so i'm releasing these bunny photos from the disney vault.

[cosmicharm]

Earth melodies

[blucifer08]

[chryza]

her current theme song is It Pours by Sabrina Jordan

[turpalauri]

do you understand? for you, I would commit a crime I'd even serve a life sentence if it would make you happy

[chryza]

The figure in black laughed, his voice low and menacing. The bright sky darkened and vanished, replaced by swirling shadows that coiled through the air. Rylaxha pulled back with a start, her eyes going wide. The Wood Wailers had retreated--Should she call for help? Run and pray she was fast enough to escape?

Yet as the tendrils of darkness gathered around her, a soft shimmer of blue light pulsed from her body. She’d felt this before, when she touched the crystal given to her by Hydaelyn. Some kind of shield?

"So this is the strength that empowers her," he said aloud, voice rasping over the words like file on metal.

Tentatively, Rylaxha took a step forward. The shadow-clad figure tilted his head, considering her. Her heart thudded against her ribs and her legs felt like they were made of stone, but she forced herself to draw her staff and hold it aloft. Even if she didn't understand why, the figure was wary of her, and that bolstered what little confidence she had left.

"If a fight is what you long for…” the figure said mockingly. He raised his arms, aether coalescing at his fingertips. Electricity pulsed through every vein of her body as something lit inside of her. The fear did not dissipate, but it was lost in a swelling tide of power. This wasn't the elementals. This was something far stronger.

Rylaxha's grip on her cane tightened and she knew with certainty in that moment that whatever the thing in front of her was, it was going to die. She was going to make sure of that.

Ryl’s Story

[soulshards]

Viera April 2025 #28 Thread

Of life.

Prompt Lists ∙ ∙ ∙

[chryza]

Shadowy figures lurking in the woods, blinding headaches that accompanied flashes of the past, or that strange woman following her through Gridania, all that Rylaxha could explain away. Coincidence or corrupted aether, maybe. Perhaps the onset of some psychosis.

But this vision was different. What spoke to her and called itself the Mothercrystal was rendered too vividly to be anything but terrifyingly real. The crystal in her hand was the proof. It was warm, unlike most other stones. It hummed with the barest trace of vibration. Was that thing she’d spoken to really Hydaelyn? The soul of the world?

As if in response to her thoughts, the crystal glowed a little brighter.

She had no idea what it meant. The idea of something so large and powerful, looking upon her and speaking to her, charging her with duty? It scared the shit out of her. All she had ever been was a viciously entitled failure. Ryl wasn’t going to deny that. If what she’d seen really was Hydaelyn rendering some divine mission upon her, She was about to be bitterly disappointed.

Ryl’s Story

[chryza]

 ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ and oh my god i'll take you to the grave // the only love i've ever known, the only soul i ever saved ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

this outfit was Carmine's idea and as usual he was so right.

[samshiney]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ⁦‪#miqomarch‬⁩ day 7: favorite job

‎a bloom of brilliance 🔆

[deactivated-blog]

[chryza]

Ryl certainly didn’t hate Gridania, not after having spent so many years growing up beside the city. It was typically the destination for some escapade or other that ended in drunken kissing on the balcony of the Carline Canopy.

But today the gates into the city felt more like the bars of a prison slamming behind her.

Her governess I’lna worked with shocking efficiency when she felt it was warranted. Within a matter of three days of catching Rylaxha plotting to kill Loren, I’lna had contacted the conjuror’s guild on her behalf . Something about connecting with the land and respect for life.

“You’ve started to frighten me, Ryl,” I’lna had said when she announced that Ryl would be sent away, “Your father wouldn’t want you to be angry with Loren, and certainly not sinking to violence.”

“I wouldn’t need to if he respected my father’s wishes instead of usurping control of his business! My business!” Ryl had shouted back. There was a twinge of hypocrisy in her words—she’d shunned the responsibility for over a year now since her father died, and she was well past the acceptable grace for mourning. But still, the mercantile company was hers by right! Gods be damned she was going to fight for it!

For all the good it did.

So here she was, at the gates of New Gridania, radiating heat as she seethed. There was nothing to learn here. As soon as she could convince I’lna that E-Sumi Yan had set her straight, Ryl would hunt down Loren and choke him to death with her bare hands.

Ryl’s story

[graceandfury]

Ryl's Story - a series of gposes and microfiction vignettes.

before

Gridania (as suitable punishment)

Divine Call

Under the Guardian Tree