#ffxiv edda

[trysta-rider]

Okay, first alt, and I just reached Satasha. I did not remember how mean Edda's party was here! Avere is toxic af!

Wow! Good reminder leading up to the day of chocolate that it's better to be alone than with an asshole!

Blitzy was NOT impressed.

Also, she's only 16! I'm crying! That poor girl!

[lightparty-fullparty]

Okay but I do need to talk about Edda.

I've been obsessed with her ever since my first run of Tam-Tara Deepcroft. Not hard mode. She's been living in my brain rent free since the very first time I saw the cutscenes with her after doing the level 16 normal mode dungeon.

She's like this strange allegory for the burden of responsibility. In my opinion at least.

Edda was the groups healer. A conjurer who, outside of using her magic, was seemingly also responsible for gathering adventuring supplies for her party members as well re: dialogue outside of Sastasha.

Averre mocks her for not using her own money to pay for more healing potions, but it's only mentioned that *he* gave her gil to begin with. Not Payo-Rayo, not Liavinne.

Just Averre. After which the burden immediately falls on Edda to use her personal funds for the group supplies. She is expected to forfeit anything she way want or need, because she's the healer. It's her job to heal them and provide for them right?

Even when Averre dies, and it was clear that it was entirely his own fault for rushing ahead of the group and out of Edda's spell range, Liavinne chooses to blame Edda.

It was her responsibility. It was her job to help them and heal them and she failed.

Her group abandons her.

And the WOL watches. Unable to help her.

I think it's perfectly reasonable to view her as a warning or an omen for the WOL of what they fear could happen if they fail the expectation of those around them. If they can't do their job right people will die, and it will be their fault. They're the WOL. It's their job to save everyone. To put themselves on the line and bear the burden of it all.

Tam-Tara Deepcroft (Hard) is the omen of what happens when you let guilt and grief consume you. When you can't let the past go. When you'd do anything for the person you love regardless of how good they were to you in life.

Edda is blinded by love, and guilt for letting Averre die. She sacrifices so much to try and bring him back and doesn't even care when she gets a voidsent monstrosity instead. That's still Averre to her.

This comes after you lose a lot of the scions, most importantly Noraxia, to Livia's raid. Where you almost lose Thancred to Lahabreaha. Depending on when you choose to unlock the dungeon as well, you may have lost Moonbryda, or G'raha Tia, or watched the twins lose their grandfather again.

The WOL is riddled with loss. Loss they blame themselves for.

Because they're the Warrior of LIGHT. It's their job to save people.

The idea that Edda serves as this massive warning sign for what the WOL could easily become if they didn't have the support surrounding them is fascinating to me.

Especially when Palace of the Dead throws at you special encounters with past foes. And again Edda herself. Someone who failed her role. Who you couldn't save. Who you didn't save.

She prepares the WOL for all of the loss ahead of them. Makes them aware of what is at stake if they fail. At the point you meet her you're still just an adventure. Sure you've done a few big things for the city you started in but your fame and standing are still subjecting to your future efforts. Your still vulnerable. Still just an adventure like Edda and Averre were.

You could have ended up just like she did.

[xemeat]

proud o this so far :--}

[inviouswriting]

Love in Death.

Touching on a spot in Tam-Tara Deepcroft hard.

Spoilers for Corpse Groom and storyline with Edda. Nothing grand monumental, but Kivera’s take on the situation.

Mentions - @maiden-born-in-snow​ ‘s  Shuri.

Kivera had watched from a distance as a group wandered into the tomb. Her attention had been provoked under the notice of someone dabbling in necromancy. She has always hated the craft, there was never any good that came of it. To raise the dead is a taboo in her world.

She wandered behind after the group, keeping herself to the spectral plane instead of physical. Her eyes wandering to torn notes from a journal, completely missed by some of the other members of the group save for a young auran girl. Kivera notes her snowy hair a stark contrast to her black. The somber expression that graced her features, she wondered why till she read the folios herself.

At first Kivera had a look of understanding reading over the heartbreak Edda lamented in her pages. That was until she saw the altars, familiar scripts and sacrifices lain across or discarded. She knew the magic, she knew what it looked like.

Further notes and Kivera was no longer sympathetic, even her eyes matched her annoyance in a dark orange. The crypt matched the descent into madness the girl went into. All who attempt necromancy descend into the same madness. She saw it with Vanth when he used the bodies of the slain women of Salem. She saw it in herself at one point when the loss and loneliness of losing Damien almost tipped her into the same thing.

Yet she remembered the look of pain upon the trapped souls, she felt it, the flames that stoke and burn them to keep them ensnared in a body they didn’t want.

The abominations she stumbled upon after the group destroyed amalgamations, and rejects to the magic, test subjects. Seeing the trapped souls, signalled to her, Kivera would not be taking a soul out of this place, it is too far damned even for her to touch.

The look of disgust on her face reading a note of how Edda sought intimacy with Avere. She didn’t have to imagine it, nor did she want to.

She approached the remains of a former archer, the woman suffering a second death than the one she endured during the massacre in Waking Sands. She was there and saw Kiya as she had to deal with the bodies.

Kivera thankful that her successor didn’t fall into the same chaos upon seeing those around her that died. Even a black mage knows not to traverse that taboo. The reaper follows the path of destruction left, from the defiled coffins, to a demon she herself knew in Dantalion. She’d have a word with that one later.

Boots stepped over the torn body of a suit of armor. No longer a care to those wandering the halls, she dispatches the remainder with swift bolts of fire. The folios she read echoed madness, they echoed desperation of one so grief stricken that she resorted to something no one should ever attempt not even once. Yet here was many failures of the magic crawling and gripping at Kivera’s feet. 

She had gone ahead of the group dealing to save the single living soul in Paiyo Raiyo. She caught the lingering woman stalling to read the notes much like she was, till she was no longer interested. They said the same things she once read in Vanth’s journals.

Kivera stands at the edge of a platform overlooking the girl in the center. The fallen doesn’t feel pity, nor remorse for her. Not with the atrocities she had done, crimes of the underworld. She had already sold her soul to Dantalion, and she can’t do anything to absolve her. So she waits for those who can end her life for her. Not even the grace of death was enough.

She felt eyes on her from behind, she turned brief to see the calm gaze of the xaela. Red eyes met the mismatched ones, before she disappeared out of her sight to allow her to do her role as warrior of light. To carry out a hard task on a former acquaintance.

Kivera did not leave far and watched the fight, she herself would have ended it faster than it began. Yet this was not her place to take life here. Her role was not needed.

From her spot near one of the altars, she catches the feeling of being stared at again from the bottom platform amongst the array and candles. At the end of the fight Edda had fallen from the platform, in her shock she had walked backwards and fell catching fire on the way.

Kivera could only lower her head and silence Antares from trying to be the beacon it is for the wandering soul freshly torn.

“We can’t take this one Antares. Be silent.” Her own heart dimmed its light. She looks stern down at the face who seems to be searching for her, and in a message on a whisper to the aura.

“Leave this place. May you learn here what it means to stare madness in the face. I hope whomever you choose to love, that if you were faced with losing them you let them go. Grieve them and love them. To never disgrace them like this.” There is an understanding, and she leaves with the group she entered with.

Kivera stands where they once did, and offers her own respects.

“Edda, may you find peace one day. For now, I am unable to bring you it. You have to pay for the crimes you committed here. Unrest to the dead is aborrent. Rest now those who were defiled. Fiamme infernali per bruciare i non morti.” She sets the place ablaze to purge the remaining undead. A dark green and black fire spreads from her feet and into the air following to each corpse and spirit to snuff them out.

“The dead should never be disgraced like this.”

[stephenfairbrook]

‪#mooglemarch Day 13: “Random Encounter”‬

‪Edda’s Ghost (#FFXIV)‬

‪Edda has a very sad story. But,after a certain dungeon and when conditions are right, she appears in at least one of the starter city-states for only a few seconds. You don’t fight her or anything. She just fades in, then back out. ‬

[will-o-wispies]

Oh darling you've become a disaster

[lightparty-fullparty]

Look I’ll be honest I’m still figuring out how tf shading works so it’s gonna be a lot of flat colours. But BEHOLD MY SWEET BABY GIRL. I will inflict Edda Pureheart/Blackbossom upon you until her tag is a bountiful as other npcs.

[lightparty-fullparty]

/DrinkTea + /Sneer my beloved <3