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This is primarily a Final Fantasy 14 blog. It's also my main blog and is tied to blogs Volkameria [FGO/Barely active] and WistfulWistaria [Covers everything else].
I have six Warriors of Light whose information I routinely post here alongside my writing, reblogs, and ask games. They are Asel Kha, Oscar Moreau, Iskra Rehw-marouc, Eirini Rini, Beatrix Lind, and Sana Majjar.
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In which the main enemy of the Warrior of Light is not boredom but too much free time and what she thinks is a good idea.
Broomsticks it turned out were harder to enhance than Asel had imagined. And she had thoroughly done her research.
She kept a steady gaze on the broom as she finished the seventh cant. The flow of magic had been steady and she could swear that she had gotten all of the words right. This was not the first broom she had animated that day. But it was, she hoped, the last she would need to work on for the day. This set would be working on the lobby of the Great Gubal Library.
The broom was still for a moment before twitching. It continued to do so for several seconds before helping itself up.
Asel let out a breath she had not known she was holding. She got all five of the brooms' attention with a quick gesture and then quietly led them to their workstations. They got to work immediately. She was beginning to see why Matoya was so fond of them.
With that done she set her attention back on the staff rooms. She had looked them over recently and they appeared to be structurally sound. The layout was nice and workable. The entirety of the building had been in disrepair for over a decade and a half. Just like near every other building in New Sharlyan.
Still, Urianger had been able to live in the Bookman's Shelves for years. And Asel had been spending a great deal of time in the Library of late. So much so that she may well live there. She had already set up a bed.
The ward on the soon-to-be living quarters would be next. No, first Asel needed to make herself a strong cup of tea. She imagined she would be up for several hours working on it. She only hoped that she managed to get it right the first time.
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The large doors of The Great Gubal Library opened ever so slightly, letting in the night air and the tiny figure of a Poro Roggo. The familiar walked through the lobby, past several brooms that lay in stasis.
It made it's through the halls with ease and stopped just outside the old staff room. A weak ward was set before it and behind it sat the figure of slumbering Au ra. There was a thick tome on her lap and a cup of tea sitting next to her, it's contents long cold.
Master Matoya was right to be concerned it seemed. It would have to report this back to her.
(What's their favorite food/least favorite food?) For the ask game, please.
thank you for the ask kan <33 I will do it for the trio !!
Thesa: she is like, food disposal person so she never really thinks about this BUT I can say she likes spicy food, curry and spicy soups I think it works really well for her. Also fruits, bc it's healthy and easy. She doesn't have anything close to least favorite because it's either 'good' or 'normal' so fsdkfjh
F'rhen: he's a meat guy first and foremost!! Loves a BBQ the most, he needs very little else other than smth grilled. He’s also really into drinks, but he strongly dislikes coffee and tea. Not that huge on break either!!
Ophelia: they love any sweet. Any. Put a icre-cream or a cake or a cookie on their hand and they will do anything !! If asked, Ophelia would also probably answer anything with matcha on least favorite.
The Calamity changed everything. For Eirini, it marked the beginning of a whole new life.
It looked as though a battle had occurred. This wasn't all that far from the truth.
The ground was littered with elemental crystals of various sizes. The larger of which jutted out of the ground in a way that tinted the first rays of the rising sun.
The ground was littered with bodies. Not all of them soldiers. Not all of them were dead. They could not all be dead.
A slight figure walked around the field slowly, stopping to check each of them carefully. The living received what care she could grant them from what limited supplies she had on hand. The dead received only a silent attempt at prayer. Silent hope that they could find peace in the lifestream.
It had been like this for several hours. And yet, it felt as though she had not done enough.
The slight figure pushed a few errant strands of hair out of her face, the act painting the side of her face with a thin stream of blood.
"You've been out here for quite some time, young miss." A kind voice called out to her.
The figure looked up and up to see an older female elezen. She was being watched with eyes filled with concern.
The older woman approached her with small and careful steps, a blanket in one arm and a medical kit in the other. "Pray let me help you."
The figure kept her eyes steady on the elezen's face. She seemed to be looking for something. Her own gaze was off in the middle distance and she seemed tired.
"My name is Marguerite." She continued speaking as she put down the medical kit and gently wrapped the blanket over the small figure's shoulders. "What is yours?"
The question seemed to cause the figure further confusion. "I... don't know." She said quietly, her voice gravely from lack of use. For a moment she could not help but wonder the last time she had heard her own name. Or the last name she had been called while in involuntary service.
"I see. Perhaps it would help to get your wounds seen to and some food in you, my friend."
(What is your OC's favourite summertime activity? Are they competitive or more keen to relax? Do they like an audience to witness their high dives? Or would they sooner hide away with a book?) For the ask game, please.
they’re not very competitive BUT they will get super pumped up to join a competition anyway and not take it seriously (they’re just happy to be there) :)
they would also love just wandering around on the beach (and, after getting the kojin’s blessing, underwater), looking for seashells and wildlife
Another visit beneath another sea. Tataru and Oscar visit Soroban and bring a veritable picnic of treats with them.
"Soroban! It's me, Tataru!" Tataru announced as she entered the Reisen Temple, a lanky elezen following closely after her. Their arms were laden with heavy picnic baskets. "Oscars with me this time."
"Hello!" Oscar greeted at the sound of his name. There was a smile on his face and his attention was alternating between looking where he was going and the ocean that surrounded them outside of the dome.
He stopped sharply as Tataru did to talk to an unusually shaped cat.
"Ah. Senri. Good afternoon." She greeted cheerfully. "We have a surprise for all of you."
"It smells wonderful," Senri noted before sniffing the air again.
Oscar grinned at this. "We have persimmon pudding and mulled tea like they make in Ul'dah."
"Oscar! You're ruining the surprise!" Tataru interjected. " We have other things."
"Ooo. Do you have more of that Takoyaki?"
The two Scions stopped for a second. Oscar was smiling and Tataru seemed to be thinking. She sighed after a moment and continued ahead to set up the meal.
Oscar smiled and nodded once Tataru was unable to see him.
Senri laughed at this favoring him with a warm smile of her own as he followed after Tataru. She had a feeling they were going to have a lovely meal.
"Ah. Tataru. We should probably keep the takoyaki from Kamaitachi until Soroban gets some."
"What. Why?"
"He'll er... eat it all."
It would also be an amusing one, Senri realized as she watched them her smile widening.
Free time was, by and large, surprisingly rare for the Scions. For all of the Archons to be open on any given day was a miracle. Tataru if asked would liken it to herding cats.
Getting the whole group to rest at Costa del Sol was likely akin to a small coup on their clever secretary's part.
Alisaie kept a curious gaze on her coworkers and friends.
Urianger and her brother were conspicuously avoiding the water, she imagined neither had surmounted their aversion to swimming yet. The three of them were enjoying drinks at the bar. Juice, at Urianger's insistence.
Y'shtola was nearby reading a book, though she had seen her speaking to a Roegadyn guard earlier. It seemed as though she knew him from somewhere.
Thancred was half watching the dancers and half keeping an eye on their last member Beatrix.
The last part was what confused her. Beatrix was, for lack of better phrasing, frolicking in the waves. Alisaie had known her friend was an energetic one but this was...
"Is she always like this?" She asked, looking back at Urianger and her brother.
Alphinaud smiled at her and shrugged. "You should see her when she's happy."
Renoux is so tiny compared to Wilfreda, so when I came across this meme format - it had to be done.
Happy unboxing day, Wilfreda! Thank you @the-worrier-of-light for sharing Wil's adventures and her silly shenanigans with us, as they are such a joy to see. I love your sense of humor and I always get a good laugh out of those funny situations you put Wil in. I hope today brings you tons of laughs and smiles!
i think all this discussion about "(male) roes are attractive?!" "male roes have always been attractive, asshole" just proves we need more male roes. everyone make a male roe right now and show him to the class. NOW
This is my Eyriwaen. He isn't a WOL. He's a member of the Fishing Guild and works as a retainer to my character Isa'to, who is.
The worked as a free hands/mercenaries until the Calamity. Isa'to went to pray to the shrine to Nophica that day, while Eyriwaen went to Llymlean.
After the fall of Dalamud and the near world ending attack by Bahamut, Eyriwaen decided to settle into a safer career as a fisherman. Isa'to had a different idea and became an Adventurer.
So, Eyriwaen offered to be his retainer. It means he can keep an eye on his old friend. it's also a nice secondary salary to buy his bait and wine with.
You know, I don't think as a fandom we explore what being a Dragoon WoL means the same way we do like, Dark Knight.
Because the Eye of Nidhogg resonants with the WoL when they met Estinien for the first time. The Eye that (iirc) only 'chooses' very specific kind of peoole for Azure Dragoon - If Estinien and to a lesser degree Alberic is anything to go by. Vengeful, angry people. People who have been hurt and are seeking revenge for it.
Personally, I'm of the headcannon that this is because Nidhogg (able to sense where his eye is and kinda feel things through it? Maybe even see through it) is trying to get those people worked up enough to possess them. Like with Estinien during the DRG 50 duty.
So what does it mean for a WoL who is also a Dragoon? Who has done that series of quests and had the Eye look at them and go:
"Ah yes. You. You too feel hatred and rage and pain enough that you could easily lose yourself over it. You want revenge for something, vengence. You want to make someone or something else hurt just as much as you do right now."
Idk I just think it's interesting and feel like I don't see it very much for WoL meta.
Oscar takes a journey to an ancient city beneath the sea.
The Tempest had always been a difficult place to navigate for Oscar. His latest trip was no different.
It wasn't all bad. He would even argue that it wasn't bad to begin with as this time he had luxury of time. He could linger and wander as he wished, so long as he made it to his destination sometime within the same day he had set out.
And the Tempest was a wonder. There were so many things he had not had a chance to see the first time when he had needed rush through. Or the second really when the situation was dire for a completely different reason.
He stopped again to examine a piece of aquatic flora he had not noticed before. It reminded him in a way of the setting sun. Though it was about as warming as the other plants he had encountered on his journey.
Oscar allowed himself a moment to regret not bringing his old journal. It shouldn't be necessary, he reminded himself as he continued on his path, G'raha was awake in the source. He could tell him what he saw when he returned.
Finding his way became easier once Oscar reached the Ondo Cups and subsequently entered Amaurot.
It was not much changed since his last visit. Something he supposed he should have expected. It had not faded yet, though Y'shtola had estimated it had about a year left with what little energy was left to sustain it.
And yet the city still seemed as busy as Ul'dah on a festival day.
Oscar let out a small sigh, the weight of where he was and what he planned to do weighing on his shoulders for the first time since he had ventured out. He hoped the lilies in his pack were still in good shape.
He followed one of the nameless shades for a time before managing to find his way to the aetheryte plaza. Where he hoped to be the center of the city.
With a quick motion, he dropped his pack on the ground and then gently plucked a wrapped bundle of flowers from the top. The felt sturdy in his hands, in the same way the ground beneath his feet did. Yet given the state of things- No. He would not allow himself to dwell.
Oscar did not know if the First had a specific flower associated with mourning. Or if the Ancients had any form of funeral rites to begin with. From the way Emet Selch made it sound they were practically immortal until the Final Days wiped out so many.
Still, he noted as he gently placed the Nymian lilies down at the base of the aetheryte, they deserved to be mourned just as everyone else did.
"I hope you are able to rest easy one day," Oscar said sadly as he remembered the kindness of Hythlodaeus. The sorrow of Elidibus and the anger of Emet Selch and the hope of Venat followed soon after in his mind. "I promise I will do what I can to remember everything I learned here."
With his task complete, he turned to leave. For a second, he thought he heard distant voices and kind words. He doubted that his words reached anyone, but he would allow himself the thought for a while longer.
A possible continuation of this fic. Oscar/G'raha hinted at.
"Are you certain you want to do this, my friend?" G'raha questioned, his eyes set on Oscar.
They were just outside Revenant's Toll. Oscar was a fair distance away from him. He held a sword of brilliant blue crystal in one hand, something he claimed to have made so they would match. On his other arm was a shield blessed by his lovely branch Feo Ul. Both were shaking.
Oscar's eyes lingered on his shield for a moment longer before he returned G'raha's gaze.
"N-" Oscar paused, sighed, and then started again. "Y-yes. I don't... I assure you I don't intend to quit healing. But if there is an emergency... I think I should at least be able to."
G'raha could feel something inside himself drop as his dear friend continued speaking. He had a feeling he knew what Oscar was referring to. He could recall the Scions reporting to him after their trip to Malikah's Well. It made sense that Oscar would want to try to take up the sword again.
He held back the urge to wrap Oscar in a big hug and instead brought up his blade. "Very well, but pray try not to push yourself."
Oscar grinned widely. It was lovely. "Thank you so much G'raha. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."
