A dorky Transfem who likes MTG and plays MMOs. Ask me about my WoL Sierra Duskheart, my favorite MTG Format (it's Pendragon. ask me about Pendragon PLEASE) or whatever I guess?
I feel the need to not doom scroll and work on the second blog entry of Sierra. After this second one I need to figure out what to do for gposes for inspiration
And sort of realizing since I don't have screen shots for scenes after the next entry, it might be a while since I'm overcoming an anxiety I have with an FC I'm in wanting to get out of x_x
God sometimes I'm writing smut and I'll like, delete a sentence because I'm like, no, I can't write that. It's too indulgent. And then it's like. Girl, what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins. Get real.
Excellent Job Caine, truly some top notch asset recycling
That's definitely not going to give anyone a complex.
I mean, as far as Caine understands, Ragatha has been a huge success.
She's lasted longer than basically anyone without abstracting or going crazy.
Why mess with that recipe for success over something as small as "that's probably someone else"?
(note, this happens between ep 4&5, so they don’t even have Evil Ragatha context yet)
Intro Pages 5-6
The echo howls, and a scene in history becomes revealed. An icy wasteland is overlooked by a stone keep that sits before a crumbling cliffside. Wyverns and drakes swarm over the keep, with the only light shining are the occasional drakes breath that bombards the walls. A drake here and there is taken down by a ballista bolt, as the roar of Ishgardian soldiers coordinating their response to this onslaught.
One soldier is seen rushing in between the hussle of the troops movements. He had been intending to get to a particular location in the keep over helping his allies with what he believed to be a doomed effort. "This is crazy!!" He thought. "We cannot fend them off like this! Where is our call to retreat?!?"
A glitch in the scene as we now see this same soldier at a door. He banged on it, yelling "We need to call the retreat! Why haven't you?!?" Not hearing a response, he grunts, "Sod it... I'm coming in!" He would go to open the door, but it had been locked or stuck. He didn't know, all he knew was it didn't open. In a fury fueled by his adrenaline, he kicked the door open, crashing it open and ran inside the dark command room. The only source of light was illuminated from the battlefield below as drake fire occasionally shined through the stained glassed window of Halone.
A woman was revealed, with a deck of cards that showed images of the stars fanned out in her hands, her demeanor calm and cool despite a soldier bursting through the door just a moment ago. She wore a pointed hat, a starry gown and a veil over her face. Calmly, her words spoke, "You're late."
"Oh shut it now! We need to retreat! Why are you still up here, anyways?"
The woman would collapse the cards and shuffle them together. It had been a second nature to her, weaving the pieces together. "I was assigned here to advice your captain with my unique talents of fate reading. It was by the grace of the Holy See that permitted us astrologians to council your commanders that I am here before you. I remained here because it had been fated. I remained here..." She stops shuffling her deck and draws a card without looking at it. "... For you to arrive."
"Wh-... What do you mean? Why do you speak in riddles, woman we have to move!"
"Yes. We should. But before we do, please allow me to explain. When I first arrived here I read the cards, I saw what destiny lied in store here. This fort was doomed to fall this day. But there was something far more significant that would happen this night." She would turn the card in between her fingers over, revealing a tower icon. "Your fate: The Tower."
The Soldier crossed his arms, aggravated clearly, "Okay? Is this you threatening me, or what?"
The woman giggled, "No! No... This is simply your destiny. I can tell you are a very sturdy, level headed individual despite your love of kicking down doors. You're in an intense situation, it's understandable. However, very soon after we leave here, you will come across a crisis that will test the very foundation of your principles. Will it weather Rhalgr's storm? Or will you crumble beneath it? Ponder this."
The two of them stared at each other for a moment. The soldiers eyes didn't really glaze over, but the room seemed to feel very mystical. He felt some sort of power come from out of her words, but he didn't entirely understand what she exactly meant. What test did he have to do that wasn't already happening right now?
The room shakes as a drake hits the side of the keep, and the astrologian woman nearly collapsed before the soldier caught her in time. He yells, "Okay if we're done here." He would stand up, carrying her. "We need to move! Now!" He would have turned around to leave, when the window got darker, and suddenly a loud crash as a giant drake, almost like a dragon - crashes through the stained glass window.
The echo howls and the scene ends as Halone falls into a cacophony of a thousand glass shards.
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... And the vision faded away, as a dizzying pain returned to her. A migraine so sharp, she had wished she were dead, but as quickly as it came to her, it slowly started to fade away. Her head spinned, and she put her left hand up against something hard and leaned on it. She could 't immediately see what it was, but she realized, she had been inside of a ship of some sort, and her hand rested on the center mast. She would go to raise her right hand up to feel her head, when she noticed she couldn't see her right hand. She had certainly felt it, she realized, and she turned her head to the right and certainly saw it finally.
Ah. She understood now. She somehow lost her vision entirely in her right eye. She felt her face, her hair, her pointed ears. Everything else seemed fine about her except...
Who was she?
She caught the sight of someone tall walking up the stairs into the deck. A man who wore some kind of large red coat. Perplexed, she decided to follow after him walking up stairs.
The sight in her eye had been blinded as she walked out into the bright sun, and she sees a place full of stone and bright blue ocean below. Seagulls call overhead, and some other ships are docked nearby. Then, she sees the man who had some kind of smoke stick in his mouth, which lights up brightly upon seeing her.
The man spoke first, "Well! It looks like you got your senses about you, eh? Had tah pull into port first, I guess. Can ye speak lass?"
She hesitated for a moment. Speaking. Right. Can she? She opens her mouth, to try to say something, but apparently it had been hard. She frowns, and tries again. She felt something in her throat was stiff, but eventually she let out a cracked, "Hello..!"
The man cackled very loudly and heartily and barked at someone nearby, who the woman turned to look but couldn't see due to her right eye, "Yo! Get the girl some fresh water, I think she can talk! Take it easy, girlie. Someone's bringing ya something."
The woman would feel her throat for a second and take a couple of steps back, bumping into a barrel. She decides to sit on it.
"Well, I suppose ain't no way of helpin' it, what with the hells you seemed to have been put through." She heard someone say nearby. "Ya gotta tell us everything!" Someone else said. She didn't have any reason to look around to see, she's been too busy trying to think why talking has been so hard? Eventually, someone shows up around and hands a mug of water, a smaller man compared to the red coat. "Here lass. This should quench a thirst and wet your whistle."
She was handed a cup, and she looked down at the half the cup she was able to see. It certainly looked like water? She would weakly take a drink of it - and suddenly pure relief as she drank more and more of it. Then the men around her started cheering. Cheering at a girl drinking water. Okay.
"There ya go, lass welcome back to the living. We were worried sick for ya. You've been like, awake, able to move around but your head wasn't really there. We was thinkin' maybe you were good as dead until now. Do ya remember anything?"
The girl looked up at the large red coat man, and she tried to speak again. Only a gasp of air escaped when she tried to come up with words. She could feel anticipation behind her as the deck was silent as she tried to speak. Nervously, she drank more water. More relief. "I... I uh..." Her voice was weak. Or maybe, it was just she had a soft voice? She felt some people were having a reaction behind her as she spoke as they tried to stifle some kind of noise. Adoration, perhaps?
She pushed that thought out of her mind for now. She needed to remember. Who was she? Did she remember? She thinks really hard about this for a long moment. More sips of water were taken, albeit nervously.
"Oi, back up lads she needs some air. Let her think. It's been a couple of days." The red coat man barked out. She felt a little more at ease when he said that.
She looked up at the red coat man, with appreciation. She tried to speak again. "I... I..."
He raises a brow, anticipating an answer, "Aye? Take your time lass. Perhaps things are a bit confusing now. Let's start with something simple, yeah? Do you have a name?"
She clutches her glass. Yes. A name. That's simple enough. A name for herself. Everyone has one. Surely she does. What... What was it?
She tries again, her voice came in a little stronger. Indeed, her voice has been a little soft spoken. "I... Na... Name..."
The Red Coat would give a large smile eagerly, his bad teeth sort of giving away he doesn't do this regularly as he nods his head approvingly, "Aye? Yeah? You got a name for yerself?"
"I... Don't remember." She deflated a little. She didn't know her name, her grip tightened around the cup as she felt nothing but shame. Shame she couldn't remember such a simple thing that should come naturally.
The red coat man, seeing her deflate like that, hangs his head dejectedly and scratches the back of his head in thought. "Well... Suppose some of us would lose one thing or another when stranded out for... However long it's been. It's a miracle you're even with us. Do you remember how ya got like that?"
She looks up for a moment and tilts her head quizzically. She... She remembers a vision. It had soldiers fighting in a keep in a snowy field. A woman with cards and a soldier carrying her off. But she herself was on the ocean? In the seas? It didn't make sense to her. Anything prior? She would shake her head, no.
"Aye, okay. T'was afraid of that. But no worries about the memory loss, seems there's been a lot of that very recently. Seems like the whole world forgot something very important. But for you I guess it might be... Naw, surely you remember some things. I bet ya do, just... Look, let me explain our story here, maybe shed some light on some things, yeah?"
The woman would nod her head. It seemed very agreeable, she thought. She too would have liked an explanation.
"Alright. So where to begin this ol' sea dogs tale?" The red coat man started. "Well, okay. They call me Captain Red Coat, for starters. On account of my kill count on the high seas fightin nasty pirates that dare steal from other vessels. But this voyage here, we wanted to do something light. Winds of change in the air, some people not asking for protection jobs, so we just do a humble delivery job to the Waking Sands. Just some odd spice, not really anything to fuss a shakedown over or anything.
"Then, suddenly one night, Lookout Lenny, called so cuz his name is Lenny and he keeps begging to be on lookout but we have him on mop duty, happened to be staying up in the crows nest one time, spots this thing falling out of the sky and into the water, and something else going after it. We thought it was some kind of Garlean tech after us, so we decided to increase sails to speed on outa there before the whole damn ocean blew up with Rhalgr's fury.
"Then that's when suddenly this griffin shows up. We're all hands on deck all of a sudden, and this giant beast is giving us this giant scare. It didn't really go on a rampage at all, but we knew it couldn't be on this boat for long. So that was when Curly the Cook, called so because his name is Cook and he has curly hair, our beast specialist, remembered something about griffins, and threw a mighty bright flare of some sort at it to drive it off.
"Then, that's when you came in. After the beast left, you were lieing there on the deck. Doctor Patches, whose actual name is way more ridiculous but he's the ships medical specialist looked you over and did some like resuscitation thing, and you started breathing, but were unconscious.
"We had been well on our way to Limsa - ah... Limsa Lominsa is where we're at by the way - so we figured the best place was to take you with us. At some point you were able to wake up, move around, but you didn't seem to be... Entirely there. Like you had something stuck on your mind, maybe some kind of illness fogging the brain? But I guess it might have been the inhospitable sea salt air of the open high seas? Scurvey? Well... anyways. We're here now, you seem to be awake, and that's our story." Captain Redcoat pauses to look at the woman, "Did that help any?"
The woman just tightens her hands hard around the cup as she looked down. Both of her eyes were wide in disbelief. What the hell was that story? Are you kidding me?!? That's the most ridiculous thing ever! She lets out a soft sigh and slumps her shoulders. She closes her eyes and shakes her head.
Randomly, one of the men chimes in in the background, "Wait! You forgot to tell her the part where we called her 'Sierra!'" Then someone else quickly butted in, "Shut up, you dolt! We're not calling her one of your distant ex's! It's beyond insulting!"
Her eyes went wide hearing that. Sierra. Sierra. This... This resonated with her? How? What did this mean to her? It didn't seem entirely significant in the grander scheme of things but it felt like for the first time, her mind cleared up a little. They had all been on the high seas for multiple days, and each day she would have woken up to hearing someone talking about "Sierra." Was that what this was? She would fold her legs up to her chest as she sat on the barrel and hug them tightly, and hides a soft smile.
The men all in unison groan loudly, "Aw, see look what you gone done, you idiot you insulted her! Way to go Lovey Rodney, freaking just gotta bring up one of your exes as a name suggestion! I can't believe you right now what is wrong with you!" The men all talk over each other yelling at this Rodney.
But then the woman spoke, "I... I don't mind it."
The deck got really quiet all of a sudden. "Huh? Wait, did she just say something?"
"S-Sierra I mean. I think... I think it's a lovely name." She said, as she felt her face heat up. "I don't remember what mine was but... I could... Use Sierra. If that's okay?"
The entire crew just stares at the woman for a moment before turning over to Rodney saying, "Aw look at you, man! Really smooth my guy hell yeah they really should call you Unloving Rodney but like ironically why did you have to go break up with that lady she had such a beautiful name aw man it's okay-
Captain Redcoat would break up the crowd, "Alright shut up now all of you! Look. The Yellowjackets are here." He would gesture to the two large men wearing yellow jackets, who stand cross armed. "I trust they need no explanation why they're called that. They're here to do an inspection of no smuggled goods and then we can go into port for some needed R&R. You, Farlan the Failure. Your actually amazing success record of jobs well done makes you overqualified to serve on this crew. I will give you a bonus pay and will send a letter of recommendation to some other crew - one better than ours - but you have to promise me you'll help Sierra find her place here in Limsa, understand? We'll meet up in the drowning wench to take care of everything else."
"Aye-aye!" Shouted the crew, and they all went on their merry way.
The woman - she was Sierra now. She liked that name a lot. There was something fun and mysterious about it. It made her want to learn more about herself. Rediscover who she was, and find what the future had for her. More importantly, figure out what that vision was, and what it all meant. She would leave the boat and set foot onto the shores of Limsa Lominsa for the first time.
I worked on a story for Sierra and forgot to proof read because life stuff happened and it made me very stressed. I want to do some tonight before bed.
It's more or less her big intro into ARR, as a Warrior of Light.
It kind of ends in a dorky way. I'm excited for it
A moment ago today I've been thinking about how like I keep calling Sierra my WoL but like I hadn't really mentioned anywhere on the other platform she would actually be a Warrior of Light. So I feel I've no choice but to assume that people think she is one. But I think I might just say heck it, she is. I've the most details about her, and she has multiple jobs, so I might as well
First and foremost, Sierra is a Black Mage. While it was not her first job, she would have more or less been brought into it by a situation she was caught in pursuing summoning magics.
Sierra is a very powerful wizard and dabbles in multiple caster related jobs. However, the peak of her magical power utilizes the destructive forces of the Black Mage. While a Black Mage is adept at Fire, Frost and Lightning magic, Sierra weighs in more with her Fire spells. She can cast Flare with some amount of discomfort, but has successfully casted flare star at least once.
As a disciple of Midgardsormr, she see's her role as a Black Mage an extension of his fury and power. Though she understands that the Aether is drawn by her immediate environment, she sees every cast as a privilege to use His flame.
Sierra is a Summoner. Having started her journey in the rough pirate city of Limsa Lominsa, she was able to find work with the Arcanists Guild. It was there she had learned the most about her magical skills, and excelled in her lessons as a prodigy. Although often shy and soft-spoken compared to her other classmates, she had always had the burning desire to learn more, and limit test what her capabilities were. To what can her own summons of the egi go, or even still how empowered can they be before they're rivaled as Eikons?
Her ambition often steers her into dangerous waters. But after one fateful day she's felt she found her limit and now works to contain those who would dare cross a threshold of no return.
As a Disciple of Midgardsormr, she see's her role as a Summoner as His voice. She finds wisdom in His words, and while the ink and script she writes is a very strict magical formulae where she draws her magic from, she finds various ways to alter the equation with certain verse that somehow enhances her spellcasting capabilities.
Next up is the more martial jobs which is some more recently explored territory for Sierra as a character, and why I think it makes sense for her to be a WoL proper.
Sierra is not really physically strong. However, due to the aftermath of her partial Draconic Transformation, she has a large natural aether pool to draw upon extra magical power. While she is not particularly great at wielding heavier weapons, she can augment her weapon attacks with devastating magical power, shaping her into a more Spell Warrior or Battle Mage.
First up is Dark Knight. As mentioned, Sierra is not particularly physically strong. However, because of her innate increased pool of magic, her magical attacks are increased. As a result, Sierra as a Dark Knight would put less emphasis in her sword play and more into her capability to tap very deep into her own darkness before worrying about succumbing to it. To offset this, she has a suit of highly engineered "under armour" that was made for her by her friend and lover that helps boost her strength enough to swing her Greatsword around with little consequences of straining her body.
As a Disciple of Midgardsormr, Sierra's role as a Dark Knight is to represent His absence. Midgardsormr takes pride in his children to grow stronger through their own independence, and his absence is a reminder that so too should his disciples. In much the same way that a Dark Knight must take matters of undue injustice into their own hands, so too must she demonstrate her strength in order to earn both the approval and the favor of the mighty dragon god.
When Sierra is needed in melee but there's no time to assemble under armor...
Sierra is a Samurai. However, while she has learned the familiarity of swordsmanship and philosophy of the Hingashi Samurai, in much the same way as her interest in Summoning Magics led her to the path of the Black Mage, she found her own technique that allows her to tap into the darkness of a Death Knight. It is not her intent to smear the history of the earlier swordsmen but rather a sense of personal preference to a fighting style that worked for her. Regardless, she often runs at odds with traditional samurai, and has been demonized by that community on more than one occasion for "bastardizing a tried and true technique that has been proven for generations."
Regardless, in much the same way as Dark Knight, so too is it for Samurai. She represents Midgardsormrs absence and will strive to prove herself. (Will edit this later because not only can I edit it haha but also, I have something else in mind but want to move on)
Despite Sierra yielding access to devastating powers and ambitions, it does not make her any less committed to the defense of her home - home being where her heart is which is almost always with her closest friends. It is not entirely clear right now how she picked up the sword and shield, but she knew that with her magics and the right armor, she can defend her allies from almost any and every threat that would dare come their way.
Despite her being the soft spoken scribe, her friends are often shocked when she pulls up from the rear wielding a sword and shield to block incoming devastating blows in the knick of time. However, unlike her dark knight nature, she utilizes the full brunt of holy abilities, perhaps inspired by her Astrologian kit?
As a disciple of Midgardsormr, her role as a Paladin represents His presence. As one succeeds at currying the favor of the dragon god, he willingly makes his awesome presence known. As such, so too would she make herself present for those who matter most to her.
Okay I think I'm going to have this be a me section and then I'll dump my writings in a other Tumblr. I got another one already made, once I post on it I'll do the BIG REVEAL but until then it's just me lol
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