#haruchefant

[bunningstone]

[miraclelevellan]

Why is saving Haruchefant considered the bad timeline? It's been a while since I played Heavenward but how does saving Haruchefant mean forsaking the dragons?

I mean it's great becuase ouch,but also my poor boy

[serphup]

I love haurchefant

[catboyoflight]

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[reassambled-dragoon]

“Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.

I will remember those who have been forgotten.

I will listen to those who have been ignored.”

-The First Ideal of the Knights Radiant; the Second and Third Ideals of the Edgedancers.

From the Stormlight Archive, written by Brandon Sanderson.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

The First Hell (3):  Worry

(chapter 3  of my theorycraft fanfiction on what might have happened when Coerthas started to freeze over.

I’m going with the idea that when the Calamity happened, it was during the summer, as to better show the disruption that would have begun due to the endless snow.  Another possibility for the upheaval in Coerthas could be that perhaps when the event did happen, the area could have been trying to recover from a poor year of harvests and illness [as something that does happen in the industries of farming and animal husbandry.]}

               “If the snow continues ser, the sheep won’t have anything to eat.”  The rail-thin boy crushed his hat in his hands, not daring to look up at the adults he was addressing.  “The snow hasn’t stopped in the reaches.  We’ll get some feeding areas clear for a few bells but then by the next day they’re all covered up again.”

               “What about the hay stores?”  Artoriel asked, glancing briefly at his father.

               “Just about gone, ser.  And if this weather continues, we won’t have any to harvest.”  Seated in his chair, Edmont Fortemps narrowed his eyes.  He thought for several moments, then raised a hand.

               “I’ll authorize our storehouses to load up some wagons and send supplies.”  He said, gesturing to his steward.  The boy’s head popped up, sheer relief on his face.   “However, it’s just a temporary solution.  Tell the farmers that I need a plan to save both the sheep and the harvest before I can do anything more.”

               “Yes ser!”

               “And before you go, stop by the kitchens and get a meal in you.”  Edmont leaned back as his House steward walked over.

               “Halone bless you, ser!”  Edmont didn’t reply to the benediction, watching as the younger elezen was led out.

               “…It’s a been a week and this weather still hasn’t broken.”  He said, leaning forward to place his elbows on his desk.

               “We may get requests from the other farms as well.  Do we even have enough in the way of emergency supplies?”  Artoriel asked.

               “No.”  Edmont said.  “This was the year we were rebuilding our stock.  And I can’t call upon our vassals to make up the difference, because they were hit hard as well.”  The year before had seen both a poor harvest and disease rip through Ishgard’s animal husbandry.  “This weather has to break.”

               “Have they found out what’s causing it?”  

               “The events of that night seem to have provoked the elementals here.”  Edmont answered, looking at his oldest son.  Or if he wanted to be technical, second-oldest son. “They are out of balance-of if you wanted to look at it in Gridanian terms, upset.  That’s the reason for this snow.  Can anything be done to stop it?  I don’t know.”  Artoriel was silent for several moments, watching as his father leaned back in the chair.  

               “Have you heard from the dragoons?”

               “Yes. Matthiaos said Pendragon and his unit found a piece of the moon-or rather, pieces in Boulder Downs.” Artoriel gestured.  “The impact was enough to cause the earth itself to throw up towers of aether—and the land itself is tainted with some type of liquid from the…moon pieces.  They also said that they were made from a material none of them had ever seen before.”

               “So, the moon was no moon then.”  Edmont mused.

               “Matthiaos has also scoured the archives.  There is no record of the dragon that was seen on that night.  But based solely on how it looked physically, he and the other dragoons don’t think it was Dravanian.”  Artoriel continued.  “In fact-” Before he could finish, the door to Edmont’s office nearly flew off it’s hinges. A House Fortemps guard staggered inside, pulling himself up to salute.

               “My lords!”

               “What’s the meaning of this?”  Edmont demanded, rising.  Artoriel had moved quickly-placing himself between his father and the possible threat. He held up a hand as more guards appeared at the doorway.  

               “Forgive me my lord, but I bring word from Camp Dragonhead!”  The solider gasped, sucking in a breath.  “The Silver Fuller requests either one of your presences immediately. Ishgard’s ambassador to Gridana’s there…and you’re going to want to hear what he has to say!”

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                 For all his gregariousness, the Silver Fuller could be serious when the mood called for it.  It was whispered among the men that Lord Haurchefant was one you never wanted to anger, as his temper could turn as black as the midnight sky and his wrath nigh unsurvivable.   This day saw the silver-haired elezen grim, standing before the fireplace in the outpost’s intercessory.

               “…Has word been sent to my father?”

               “Yes.  Though I don’t know if House Fortemps can send someone before the Church’s people arrive.”  Corentiaux answered.

               “If the Church takes him in first, there’s nothing we can do about it.”  Haurchefant turned, arms behind his back.  “But at least we will know what is going on, and act accordingly.”  The younger elezen nodded.

               “…Halone be good.” He whispered.  “It’s…I can’t believe it.”

               “I can.”  Haurchefant said gravely.  “It would make sense the devastation would stretch out over Eorzea.” He crossed his arms.  “Limsa does not affect us indirectly, as they’re too far away.  The Shroud and Thanalan do.”  

               “The snow’s still continuing to fall too.”  Corentiaux continued.  “The farmers already have been petitioning their lords for help.  If it keeps going like this, they’re saying that it’s going to be a total loss for the harvest.”  He paused.  “They…they say that the snow is…was Halone protecting us from what happened that night.” Haurchefant didn’t reply, turning back to the fireplace.  

               “Have the scouts returned?”      

               “All but one group. They should be here within a few bells.” Haurchefant nodded.

               “I’m issuing new orders.”  He turned his head to look at Corentiaux.  “They’re to rest up starting from now-and when the other group comes back. In the morning, we’re going to split up and go over every inch of the Central Highlands.”  The blond elezen started in surprise.

               “Ser?  But the Temple Knights-”

               “Have their hands full with the villages that were damaged or destroyed when the moon blew apart.” Haurchefant said.  “There’s something strange about this weather, Cor. It behooves us as Ishgard’s defenders to go and see what’s going on.  For all we know, the Horde may be using this as an opportunity to launch an attack.” Corentiaux’s eyes widened.

               “Ser.  I’ll go and notify them now.”  He said, tossing off a quick salute.  Haurchefant nodded, looking back at the fire as the other elezen left.

               “…An ill wind has begun to blow.”  He murmured.

[guild-guardian]

...what did I do to deserve such a good husband?  

[starry-summers]

                       “A smile better suits a hero....”

An Ode to Haruchefant! I’m super happy with how this turned out, I’ve been wanting to finish this piece for a while and I’m so glad I did <3 Enjoy!                                 Commission Info Here!!