#enea mohnesh

[the-burdened-blade]

The heaviest necklace.

Enea walked the hallways of the Sandsea. It was almost time to return to the front-lines. There was much to be done, but she wanted to bring along one last thing. Memories of the ‘ghosts’ she’s seen rushed her head. The people of her village, the lost souls asking for help in the Palace of the Dead, the mihgans she helped train and that perished in the attack to Rhalgr’s Reach.

“We are coming home soon.” Her heart felt heavy as she stood in front of a room she had never enter before. “We are just taking one more burden with us.”

She stood in front of Sylvan Rain’s room.

Enea though of knocking but decided against it, quietly intruding inside. Her mind wondered. The few times they got to fight side by side. The immense respect she felt for the roegadyn. The time she almost gathered the courage to ask her for training. The time she watched silently from the sidelines as Sylvan left for the Far East. How that was the last time those who stay behind saw her, the sun as her beacon and her mother’s relic at her side.

“Maybe we could had been good friends.” Enea whispered to herself as she looked for something. After some search she found a peculiar necklace she remembered Sylvan wore a few occasions, especially during Ashelia’s wedding. The miqo’te examined the piece before securing it to the pummel of her great-sword. The necklace itself was a few onzes, but it felt immensely heavy. “You were great and you were noble-” Her voice quivers. “Maybe I am not the one who should do this... But we are going home now... and you are coming with us.”

[onwesterlywinds]

Ashelia Riot leads them to a spot in the Peaks that's little more than an alcove in the cliff face, but it serves their purpose of a hideout for the time being. Ashelia Riot sets down an injured Enea Mohnesh as gently as she is able. Ashelia Riot: Nive's gone. Ashelia Riot's voice is still matter-of-fact; she turns on her linkpearl and hears only static. Ashelia Riot: Damn! Etone Greennote kneels beside Enea, huffing and gasping for breath as he attempts to work healing energy into the prone Miqo'te. Crimson Bull looks to Ashelia Riot, frustration and anger weighing heavy on his mind. Ashelia Riot: There was never any Vegnagun. We've sent the others into an ambush. Enea Mohnesh lies on the ground, her breathing a bit stable as she slowly opens her eyes. Enea Mohnesh: Ugh... where- where are we? Enea Mohnesh tries to sit up but the sharp pain suggests her to do otherwise. Enea Mohnesh: Agh! Ashelia Riot: The Peaks. Ashelia Riot stares up at the smoke coming from the Reach; some part of her father's memories reaches her, and she feels physically ill for a moment before she is able to push the sensation away. Crimson Bull stands, throwing a mighty punch into the cliffside. Crimson Bull: We never had a chance, did we... Ashelia Riot hesitates for a very long moment, then shakes her head. Crimson Bull sighs, and without a word, begins to limp away. Enea Mohnesh strikes her fist to the ground, and remnants of aether and shadows wave away as tears roll down her face.

[theriskbreakers-rp]

Enea Mohnesh tries to peek at the abyss, but promptly decides is safer close to A'zaela Linh. A'zaela Linh: I can... start mapping again. To make it easier. I have... my chocobo. He can fly. Iieha Beautemps: N-No need for a map! I know this place like the back of my hand! Ashelia Riot: Still, Iieha... records are crucial. A'zaela Linh is trying to take initiative, but mostly she's just very nervous: it's very obvious by the way she holds herself. Upa Zuvhe: Do you need assistance with that, sister? Iieha Beautemps: Oh, alright I understand that. May be for the best then to map it out. A'zaela Linh: It...could not hurt. I do worry of your health, however... Upa Zuvhe laughs, waving her hand at her. Upa Zuvhe: I'm fine! Really. A'zaela Linh takes in a deep breath, giving Upa Zuvhe a small nod. A'zaela Linh: I trust you. Enea Mohnesh points towards Zenith. Enea Mohnesh: Is that our destination, then? Ashelia Riot: It's a start. Iieha Beautemps is mumbling something to herself, seemingly focused on something. Upa Zuvhe: Shall we get going, then? It's quite a walk from here. A'zaela Linh: ...Iieha. How long will it take for us to walk to Zenith? Iieha Beautemps: Ah... can be quick if we run... can be slow. Depends! Upa Zuvhe nonchalantly lingers nearby Varaelian Nilhandril. Upa Zuvhe: ...Were you the man who aided in rescuing me in Azys Lla? Varaelian Nilhandril: Aye, I was. Upa Zuvhe offers a deep bow and a warm smile. Upa Zuvhe: Thank you. Iieha Beautemps: Waaaaiiiitttt for usss!!! Ashelia Riot: Don't fall behind.

[the-burdened-blade]

The road to the resistance was arduous and perilous. In contrast to the other side of the wall, this side was a battleground filled with vestiges of a lost war and the brimstone of the ongoing conflict. Enea avoided a few Garlean patrols as she made her way to the encampment, patiently observing their routes and choosing the paths with the least amount of risk. She could not afford unnecessary fights when she carried supplies and food for the Reach.

The Reach was breathtaking, even in its almost ruined state, the waterfall and the statue of Rahlgr imposing over the Ala Mhigan Resistance. For a moment she forgot the gruesome battlefield at her back and she stood there to take in the scene. Moments later she was stopped by resistance member, snapping her back to the mission at hand. She stated her name and her cause, was shown around the area, and escorted to the storage rooms so she could finish her delivery.

Her mission was done. I should wait for further instructions, she thought for but a second before shaking her head. I will make myself useful. Her acute senses and her predilection for dark places made her choice simple: the night shift.

And so she found a place to station herself at night, a higher vantage point where she had clear view of the points of entrance and her fellow allies. The night was quiet but busy. There was no celebration , no music.  The only pleasure some of these soldiers allowed themselves was a drink -  maybe not even pleasure and just a relief from their pain and what they have endured. The people here fought to free their land and their people. They fought to remove the shackles of oppression. They fought for retribution against their oppressors.

Here we fight the continuation our fathers’ lost war, so the next generation won’t have to suffer. With the statue of Rahlrg as witness, she vowed to see the liberation of Ala Mhigo to the bitter end.

[onwesterlywinds]

Enea Mohnesh rushes to Ashelia Riot's side as soon as she hears her, and her eyes swell at what seems like a malnourished version of their stalwart leader. Enea Mohnesh: At least they didn't turn you into one of those things. Enea Mohnesh sits on the bed next to Ashelia Riot, gently grabbing onto her hand. Ashelia Riot returns the pressure against her friend's hand, grasping it hard and drawing in deep, unsteady breaths. Ashelia Riot: Th-They almost did. Ashelia Riot: Thank you. Thank you... Enea Mohnesh: But they didn't. And you are back now, you are with us now. Enea Mohnesh’s tears drop into her lap. Enea Mohnesh: Gods, we shouldn't have let this happen. I keep thinking what I could have done... what any of us could have done. They blasted their own tower. Their own people, probably, just for that chance to get you. Enea Mohnesh lets out a defeated sigh. Enea Mohnesh: Losing you... I was afraid to sleep, of visions of your life confirming your death... Enea Mohnesh fights to form a smile. Enea Mohnesh: But I digress... We now need to feed you a whole aldgoat to get you back into shape.

Ashelia Riot opens her eyes; she, too, is teary, but she barely has the energy to cry. Ashelia Riot: Enea, I... I have to tell you... Enea Mohnesh grabs Ashelia Riot's hands tightly. Enea Mohnesh: Don't force yourself; take your time. Ashelia Riot was obsessed with the idea of murdering every Garlean she could find while imprisoned in her tank, but now she feels mostly numb - numb, except for the fact that she knows what the legatus has planned. Ashelia Riot squeezes her friend's hand even tighter. Ashelia Riot: Zenos has... he's taken Shinryu's aether. We have to stop him. At once. Enea Mohnesh: This Resonant Project.. so that was his intent? Enea Mohnesh's eyes widen, her tears stopping her in her tracks. Enea Mohnesh: How can- Enea Mohnesh stops herself. Enea Mohnesh: No. We just have to do it. Enea Mohnesh mirrors Ashelia Riot's sentiment in the matter, her voice growing from a murmur to a more confident tone. Ashelia Riot sighs in relief; she was almost expecting that her friend would tell her not to worry or to relax. Ashelia Riot: I know I'm in no shape to fight like this. Ashelia Riot doubts she can even lift her gun, let alone her axe - then she remembers that the Garleans took both from her, along with everything else she had in her possession... including her wedding ring. Ashelia Riot looks at Enea Mohnesh and at last begins to sob. Enea Mohnesh: You do look like shite. No offense. Also war is more than swinging a blade, so focus on what you can do. You are the Grand Steward. Ashelia Riot manages a laugh at that. Ashelia Riot: Thank Rhalgr someone is being honest with me. Ashelia Riot wipes at her eyes. Ashelia Riot: I'll lead you all to victory. That will have to be my way of repaying you for what you did. Nivelth Ajuyn knocks at the door and pokes her head into the room. Nivelth Ajuyn: Hello? Enea Mohnesh: If you feel like repaying me then be sure to recover quickly. I made my promise, to you and to... them, that i would take you home. Enea's ear perk at the noise. Yes? We are at the back. Ashelia Riot: Is that... Nivelth Ajuyn smiles at Enea Mohnesh. Enea Mohnesh nods to Nivelth Ajuyn. Enea Mohnesh leaves room for Nivelth Ajuyn to get closer to Ashelia Riot. Nivelth Ajuyn: I heard Lady Ashe woke up, and I came as quick as I could... Nivelth Ajuyn expresses her worry. Ashelia Riot manages a very small smile. Ashelia Riot: I was giving Enea my thanks. But I have news that you should hear as well. Ashelia Riot tries to sit up and winces in pain; her entire body still aches. Nivelth Ajuyn: Your hair... Ashelia Riot: ...Bleached by the chemicals they suspended me in. The irony of it didn't escape them, of course. Enea Mohnesh: I hear large concentrations of aether can do that to you as well. Nivelth Ajuyn reaches out to touch Ashelia Riot's shoulder, but her hand falters and she thinks better of it. Nivelth Ajuyn: I... That too, and your aether seems... off. Ashelia Riot: ...They siphoned some of it off. Only a little, and it should replenish before long. Nivelth Ajuyn: Forgive me, I've learned enough of the healing arts to be worried over people... Ashelia Riot: But enough of me. Zenos himself wanted my Echo, yes. But his Resonant Project has far graver consequences. Nivelth Ajuyn: Resonant? Ashelia Riot: Nive. He's taken aether from Shinryu. Nivelth Ajuyn looks at Ashelia Riot in shock! Ashelia Riot glances back to Enea Mohnesh for her support. Ashelia Riot: Which means we have to bring the fight to him. Immediately. Nivelth Ajuyn swears, loudly, in mangled Sea Wolf. Enea Mohnesh: I have reasons to believe they have gather their forces in Ala Mhigo proper. As you might remember, Abania was lacking in proper soldiers. Their experiments had the run of the place. On one hand, all of them gathered in one location makes them that more fearsome... On the other, it might be the best chance we have. Ashelia Riot: I will make contact with as many of my targets in the Eorzean Alliance as possible. If we can convince them to take part now... Nivelth Ajuyn frowns, crossing her arms. Nivelth Ajuyn: Very well. I can call on quite a few arcanists in Limsa, and I can use my rank in the Maelstrom... I don't care what we have to do, I am not going to allow that primal to hurt more people. Enea Mohnesh: If given proper troops, we can blow a hole and get in. Or, at the very least, sneak a troupe by the residential area. Fighting a Shinryu-infused Zenos... Enea Mohnesh looks back at Nivelth Ajuyn. Enea Mohnesh: Not my area of expertise. Ashelia Riot: Nive. Please prepare every word of research you've gathered on Shinryu thus far. We may need it. Nivelth Ajuyn looks between the two of them, clenching her hands together. Nivelth Ajuyn: Understood. I lost some notes in the attack on the Reach, but most of my backups are on the computers here. Shite, if he's actually... Nivelth Ajuyn shakes her head, tail swishing angrily. Nivelth Ajuyn: This isn't going to be good. Nivelth Ajuyn is aware that is the understatement of the Era. Ashelia Riot nods to Nivelth Ajuyn. Ashelia Riot: But we must prevail. Ashelia Riot: Sylvan Rain... Sylvan Rain was lost in Donna, presumed dead. We will carry on the fight for Ala Mhigo, as she would have wanted us to do. Nivelth Ajuyn: I know enough of the Echo and primals to be able to possibly prevent against tempering, if we're worried-- She what?! Enea Mohnesh looks at Ashelia Riot in surprise. Ashelia Riot: It's time. Ashelia Riot says the words with nothing less than absolute certainty for the first time in her life. Ashelia Riot: Ala Mhigo will be free. By our hands. Ashelia Riot: And I know that neither of you will falter. Enea Mohnesh: Not that we have much choice... Enea Mohnesh stops for a second. Enea Mohnesh: "Liberty or death," isn’t it? I remember from one of my visions... Ashelia Riot nods to Enea Mohnesh. Ashelia Riot: Liberty or death. Nivelth Ajuyn: I don’t like this, not at all... Nivelth Ajuyn mutters, shaking her head. Nivelth Ajuyn: We'll see your home free, Lady Ashe. I swear it. But forgive me for being more concerned over the primal, as I am a summoner. Ashelia Riot makes to shrug, but ends up wincing again. Ashelia Riot: I... forgive me, but I fear I need to rest. Ashelia Riot: If you've any questions... go to Rosenheim. Or... Ashelia Riot clears her throat. Ashelia Riot: Or to Tia. Nivelth Ajuyn: Tia? A Miqo'te? Ashelia Riot shakes her head. Ashelia Riot: A Highlander woman. Enea Mohnesh: Please rest. Let us worry about the logistics. Nivelth Ajuyn: Yes, please. You'll need your strength if you intend to fight with us, and I won't insult you by implying you should stay back. Ashelia Riot: Once again... thank you both. Enea Mohnesh manages a smile. Enea Mohnesh: You would had done the same. Ashelia Riot nods to Enea Mohnesh. Ashelia Riot: I'll speak to you both later. Enea Mohnesh bows courteously. Nivelth Ajuyn: Get some sleep, and if you need help, I can give you some tea. Ashelia Riot: Of course. Ashelia Riot leans back down into her bedsheets and almost immediately falls asleep. Nivelth Ajuyn: Are you alright, Enea? Enea Mohnesh: Been better, but its not the time for that. Let's leave Ashelia to rest. Nivelth Ajuyn nods to Enea Mohnesh. Nivelth Ajuyn looks over to Ashelia Riot before clasping her hands together and murmuring a small prayer of thanks - she's beyond relieved that she's okay.

[the-burdened-blade]

Dear father. This is the last entry of this journal. Good thing I have a couple more empty journals at hand because if things keep progressing as the pace they are the next one will fill up in no time. After everything was set and done the mission now is to head to Gyr Abania. The dragon emerged from the egg and Omega’s fight ensued. The results must had been catastrophic on the other side of Baelasar’s wall. I can't condone the use of such excessive force from the Resistance. Tonight part of me will mourn all of the lives lost, be it Garlean or not. The methods were heinous but we would be fools not to take advantage of the path that has been cleared for us. The blow the Garlean forces took and the disarray that must be happening on the other side are an opportunity I fear will never repeat. I remember like it was only yesterday when I delivered a fireplace to the Sandsea. Ashelia offered me a drink and soon after I was employed as a bartender for their especial events. Little did a know I would had gotten involved with their endeavors and fights. Little I did I know when I needed help the most they opened the doors for me and allowed me to join their ranks. Little did I know I was about to find a place to call home, and fall in love. Little did I know this endeavor would reunite me with my mother. It feels like a chapter is closing. The pen is in our hands but I am afraid the pages will be written in blood. @theriskbreakers