This is the ffxiv-langs version of the Eorzean alphabet, with the values for all 26 letters in the alphabet (there are confirmed to be 26 by the Miqo'te lore) shown here. w has its own letter that is used sometimes, but often the letter for u is used. j exists in the language, but is treated as a variant of i.
Anyway, the text across the top just reads "AZEM LAHABREA EMET-SELCH ALLAGANI" with various scribal abbreviations common to proto-Allag (which were eventually lost).
Specifically, AHA, LL, and the -NI suffix are abbreviated, meanwhile the K in EMET-SELCH (the C in the Romanization) has an extra H after it for historical reasons.
EDIT: might need to check if I lost kh and gh sounds in Allagan, in which case the final element of SELCH should not be the two letters K + H but rather the letter for the kh sound itself (Which would have merged with k in that case)
Cinders even still burned, a crater left in place for what was once one of the most elaborate restaurants in Kugane. The depths of the underground entertainment stage had been consumed in the flame just as well, leaving naught but a space that acted like a graveyard for the fallen that met their end on that fateful night. The force of the Sekiseigumi had been swift in answering the call of the fire – yet, it had been far too late. By the time any soul took witness to what had befallen the others, nothing remained but ash and bone.
A bouquet of flowers cradled upon her arms as she approached. Two guards – under the guise of Hingan mercenaries based tightly in their haori and sandals – walked at a distanced trail, keeping eye on those along the path as their mistress approached the vicinity and beheld the damage for the first time since her cohort’s escape. All was quiet in the surroundings – postings implanted around to keep others mindful of the danger of being on unstable ground. Yet, the unstable ground was black, hardened and void of any hint of life. A true display of destruction.
Ring, ring. Even in times of melancholy, her linkpearl never ceased.
“Lady Haillenarte, I do hope you know that you are being watched.”
Her heart galloped inside of her chest at the voice. As she stood in the blackened ground, her eyes narrowed at the sound, and her voice faded behind the weight of gravitas that sought to take hold of her figure. The other end chuckled, a masculine, ripe sound of amusement.
“No greeting for me? We were growing so close, I believed. We nearly perished together above the Basin, even. Or do you not remember me breaking an arm to protect you when the airship shifted?”
Intuition told her to say nothing. To simply listen as the husky voice of the Garlean Praefectus continued to speak – cruelty dripping from every onze of his tongue. Her eyes glared back over her shoulder, flitting from left to right to observe her surroundings and finding absolutely nothing but the graveyard of the dead.
“Lady Padma told me you were so much smarter than that. That you were focused upon the future. You held no care for either side of the war, you wanted to build something substantial for your family. I respected that. I respected you.”
As long as he were willing to speak, she knew. She would remain alive to hear it. The arms of the Elezen descended to place the flowers upon the grave site – her eyes glinting as something is seen in the midst of the crumbled ashes. With a stretch of her fingers, she picked up a piece of paper, observing the drawing on the edge. Aether bled off of the paper’s surface, magic interwoven within the sheets to protect it during the worst. Blood splatters layered across the image, dried prints covering the face of a little girl smiling. The Elezen hitched her breath, lifting the picture to her chest to embrace it while her face contorted in tearful regret.
“We would have been such wonderful partners, Lady Haillenarte. But, you’ve chosen your side, and I shall indeed protect mine. Continue to supply our enemies with Skysteel weaponry, and I will be unable to protect you, dear. You’d like to continue to explore the beautiful corners of Kugane, wouldn’t you? Tell me, are you even apologetic for what transpired under your watch? If it were me, I would’ve never allowed my people to act like such thugs.”
“Enough, Praefectus Valvus…” Her words are whispered out, standing, and turning quickly towards the edges of the pathway. Her footsteps echoed as she departed from the scene, the voice on the line chuckling to finally rouse a tone from the Ishgardian noble.
“Now she speaks. My dear, you have not seen nearly enough of what happens to those that displease me. Ah, but you will. You most certainly will.”
The steps have quickened to a run. Driving her as far from the place as possible, her hand ripped the linkpearl from her ear and cast it aside into the nearest river as soon as the opportunity rose. A new frequency and replacement would be the first on her list of priority, but after paying her respects, she knew to no longer embark on the shores of Kugane without adamant protection. Protection she required – hands who would not be afraid to strike and kill as need be.
“If it is war you wish for, Praefectus, it is war I shall give you.”
BIRTHDAY: 13th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon (12th of April, ♈)
RACE: Miqo’te, Seeker of the Sun (Only has a Keeper name, not in any way a Keeper)
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
MARITAL STATUS: Single
physical appearance –––
HAIR: Black with dark red highlights
EYES: Crimson red
HEIGHT: 5′7″
BUILD: Dorito-shape with an hourglass figure, mesomorph yet slightly ectomorphic
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Ears have faint cheetah markings and tail is bushy and long.
COMMON ACCESSORIES: Gloves and a red arum
FASHION OF CHOICE: Loose yet form-fitting clothes. Nothing too tight, as he loves to run around and climb, but nothing too loose for it to get in the way!
ARMOR OF CHOICE: Same thing! Has too be loose enough for him to move freely but tight enough to give him security.
WEAPON/TOOL OF CHOICE: His fists/knuckle weapons! He can’t use knives, magic, swords, bows, or guns for jack.
MORE UNDER CUT
personal –––
PROFESSION: Adventurer and explorer! He loves going on adventures and exploring new wonders!
HOBBIES: Adventuring, exploring, dancing
LANGUAGES: Eorzean
RESIDENCE: No permanent residence, always on the move!
BIRTHPLACE: A tribe in Thanalan, but was then given up to the orphanage in Ul’dah
RELIGION: The Twelve
PATRON DEITY: Azeyma
FEARS: Losing those he holds dear, dying at an early age
ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good
MOTIVATIONS:Adventuring, his friends, discovering
DISPOSITION: Pure, happy, and free
POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Compassionate, loyal, understanding, caring, half-full outlook, friendly, warm, always wanting to help
NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Insistent, impatient, excitable, acts before thinking, poor judge of character
SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR –––
Azhi! Wants! Friends! (Maybe even a potential interest/partner!)
Azhi is a big ol’ sweet boy who loves meeting new people and making friends and is just so outgoing and is so approachable. Yet, with this, he’s also a bit stupid and naive and tends to try to befriend anybody or anything, even if they’re mean. He’d just think they’d need to be warmed up a bit!
OOCLY I AM –––
Lore friendly, but not lore strict!
LGBT+ friendly, as I am LGBT+ myself.
Open to any RP!
Wanting communication with partner OOCly as well as ICly, getting acquainted with them.
Respectful of partner’s time and working around their needs.
YOU CAN CONTACT ME THROUGH –––
my main tumblr! (it’s best to check my main blog on mobile)
