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Journal Entry

21st Sun of the Third Umbral Moon

Again time passes and the world never seems to give pause enough to write. 

Alaric had made his move on us. He took Jun, took control of him and in the early dawn his being slipped from our home. And in his games and toying with us he gave us a place to go to ground. 

And now we are here, through magical means, in Shirogane. A strange place with many secrets and rules. But our little hideaway is a little bit from the beach and the water feels secure.

But those secrets upturned the dead. Well...I thought him dead, thanked above he was so at some points. I truly thought it another test of the madman, to play with me, play with my heart. But there, in the sand, I almost shot Lucien Kell. And while I fight to keep my bile down...the words coward and thief scream through my mind. He left me there, left me behind. A feeling I would never wish on another, except him.

But then I remember how my beautiful Jun rose on the horizon like the sun he is. And my reality comes back to me and the real topics at hand must be dealt with. 

Jun’s eyes left to their pure whiteness, has become the truest worry of my life. We have spoken to him, Mafrea has inspected him...and with a breach inside his self, there was some sort of corruption left inside him. A corruption I removed personally. I have never tangled consciously with such darkness. My extremely brief interaction with the void left me damaged and weak. But I hold no recollection of the events.  But this was agony and will. A sadness strikes me that I possess both, in concordance with the other.  It matters not now, Jun is freed but also damaged and something must be done to save him. Drastic things.

But in the ups and downs the strangest thing happened...the next day we woke to a visit and wedding invitation from Cosa’ir and Katalin. 

(( @junakagane @oroete @theboondogglepub @katalinhunter  )) 

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3rd Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon

I went to the Boondoggle as a supportive friend does. That and it’s become my retreat, even when it isn’t open. Corsa’ir seems fine with my presence there. 

It was a regular night. Mafrea was absent, which is good seeing as I am still perturbed with him. Arik and Rosette managed to finally make it. Catherina was there being her lovely self. 

While bantering on subjects I wish I did not bring up...Miss Jitsuyo had apparently violated Corsa’ir’s personal quarters above. He beseeched me to intervene and help his lady friend, ‘not girlfriend’ Katilin, remove her. I went up and did what I could. She was convinced Corsa’ir was some strange person. Called everyone criminals. It was frustrating. I don’t understand much of what she is attempting to do. 

But that was interrupted by a bar fight downstairs that turned very vicious. Two people teamed up on a Miqo that is somehow tied to Captain Kell and Lady Sateera. S’ira is his name. I tended to him and then spent the rest of the evening feeling a little lost. Maybe the strange vacuum Aster left is having a bigger effect. I just wanted to remain with Corsa’ir, but he pushed me off to handle whatever was happening. 

So I went home. But first passing down a familiar street I keep feeling drawn to...

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Journal Entry

2nd Sun of Fifth Umbral Moon

I spent the last few days in Ul’dah. I needed a break from the bleakness of Ishgard and the trapped feeling of being on the ship while dealing with conflict.

I strolled between the safety of House Valeria and Cosa’ir’s home. Relaxing and helping where needed. 

But then again, Captain Kell, wanders into my life as I wandered into the Sands to see if familiar faces surfaced to me. He was talking to a Brass Blade. Giving her money and then things started to get hostile. It was a series of threatening, heartbreaking and enlightening events. 

Suffice to say...I saw more in that ‘scene’ that I would ever know in face to face conversations. People do not understand how they reveal their hearts so quickly. To bring many down or to raise those up. To write the details would leave a list of weaknesses of the crew and possible allies. 

In the process though, Miss Kat decided that she would promote me. I am now the ships Chief Medical Officer. The Med Bay is mine. I have never been so overwhelmed and so happy. I do not know yet how I wish to dictate its operation or how to organize those with a healing touch. But I will sort it out. 

The next day we were back in the field though, following up on another lead for the Ishgardian nobles. A manor house on the edge of their borders, if not across that in nowhere. We attempted to find out way in...and did accomplish that goal. The gore was significant. The yeti was dispatched. The mages managed to crack through the ice and we found a journal and personal effects from a Lord and Lady. They were curled into a corner, clearly their last stand and it hit me emotionally. They died together, curled up in each other’s arm. 

We got out before the building crumbled. No major injuries were reported. Miss Kat took a few to investigate upstairs, but they returned as well. 

My night ended with this gnawing feeling to get answers and understand the day un Ul’dah. So I found Captain Kell. It’s all rather easy and confusing. 

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Home for the Holiday

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Journal Entry

7th Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon

I must say it has been several days since I have added to my journal. It is a mixture of quiet happenings or personal conversations and moments I did not think would matter. But they matter. 

With the incursion behind us, I found life on the ship slowly returning to normal. I say normal by the fact that for almost two months there has been small divides growing and the common room has grown quiet and lonely at turn down. Now it all appears to be coming to life once more.  In other notes to manage, Corsa’ir has given me this odd gold mercurial goop in a vial and claims it will restore his aether. I am conducting research on it and plan to talk to him as soon as possible. None of it is good, but he swears that man that sold it to him was sure it would work. And I have a tree in Gridania to sell him as well.  Tomorrow should resolve the final parts of my research. I also turned down the trip to Hingashi. I just do not think it wise with all the happenings going on.

I went shopping in Limsa on my own to get away from the ship. It was an odd feeling, but freeing. I ran into an interesting man named Julian Flores. A mercenary of sorts. His redeeming quality is that he does not kill and is good company while shopping. I spoke to him of the crew and ship and hope to see him again. 

But after a long week or stresses and odd silences, I finally broke away long enough to spend time with Lucien in Ul’dah. He was so alive and smiling. He needs to hunt and plan. He needs a purpose. We walked the GOblet and ended up at a bar that Yoni visits often. He called it The Wish. It is beautiful inside, polite people and many couches. It was quiet and the wine was delicious. It does seem bigger than just a tavern, I never asked Lucien what the theme was, it just seemed expensive. 

That matters not. All that matters is that Lucien is almost himself again and the healing continues. I cannot wait to see him again, possibly tomorrow.

@stavier @lucienkell @theboondogglepub

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Lucien’s Briefing. Picture Credit: @lucienkell @blackgarden-fc

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Journal Entry

23rd Sun of the Fifth Astral Moon

It has been days, I know. But it takes time to process trauma. It takes time to make sure what you love has survived intact alongside you. That those in your care truly are well. 

I woke yesterday beside Lucien and his smile brought peace to me. For a moment, the horrors of the previous night died away. 

But it took a night away in the depths of the forests of my home and beside my most trusted friend to find myself for a sliver of a moment. 

I shared with Mafrea the words I heard from the corrupted land. The place we ventured closer to in the end goal of the Spear. It has become more than that now. I do not think many realize that the land knows us now.

“It is not leaking rather more....not caring of what most can see...because it is what you need to hear that I have to share." She holds out her hands to him. "No glove."

Mafrea Oro'ete would go through the rather complicated latching mechanism. The man really had a thing for keeping things secures. Once he frees his hand he'd offer it to her.

Emeline Tousart takes his hand and closes her eyes, a strange soft white glow passing between them.

I pressed my mind up against his. He heard the whispers crop up. The offers of power, safety, and peace. He felt the ice cold ground and the chill run up my spine. It was then that deranged laughter filled my mind.

Voices. The land should not have a 'voice'. The words follow, haunt, tease. No one was listening to me!!

Mafrea Oro'ete went pale, and his response shook me as he finally spoke, his voice tight, "I've heard that laugh, Emeline. I felt it in the outer ring and in the tower."

And I told him the land was dark and wrong...

Mafrea Oro'ete nods, "You are more correct than you think. Though after the magic has been meddled with as it has so far, it is moreso here than it was. Before it wasn't at al," he'd turn and look at one of the big crystals, "There was a crystal in the tower that I destroyed. The room that it contained in was the largest source of the magic of the outer ring. It existed and it didn't. It was as if...it had been a moment encased in ice. Any deviances were rejected and it would return to its pristine state when the source went through its flux. As soon as I destroyed the crystal the dead fell. The city began to crumble. Only the gates seem to have maintained any influence in their respective areas. Who could cast such magic I don't know. All I know was for a moment I held that magic in my hands and felt the connections throughout the vault."

Emeline Tousart nods. "It is...once it had control of us it brought us to a place of memories, sadness and tragedy. It fed on us, it changed us. And it would not stop haunting me even after we escaped the hellscape it threw us into. I could not get free of it till we were beyond the first ring."

He asked...Are you free of it?

‘I am’...I am sure of it. I think...

We fought a voidsent. A serpent demon of some kind. While Mafrea said that he fought a lightning voidsent of some variety. It was tethered and powered by an aether consuming tower. 

Mafrea said that with this sort of magic and power we'll have to keep our eyes on the mages. Especially ones who...dabble in more esoteric magic. Corsa’ir was raving at me when we returned. That, as a Hearer, the voidsent will attempt to take me first. Then those that dabble. Mafrea said to ‘Nevermind Corsa'ir himself has no formal training in what he is doing.

Mafrea Oro'ete nods, "About the thing you showed me. That...is an emotional killing field isn't it?"

All I could do was nod and explain that in our torment we were all were subjected to change into our greatest tragedy before each other. Jun turned to rags and poverty, crying for her parents. Lucien changed into a broken student. Jitsuyo turned into an imperial and attacked us. Kat turned into a red-haired sobbing mess begging as to why she had to kill. They said Kai and I became younger and upset. I dare not think what day came to me. We then spoke for a time on all those involved. Their truths and lies. Matters of the heart and anger.  Those that speak and give great cause to all these pains. How people are dark and use magic as an excuse to be so. How love should be guarded fiercely and that I should never be told how to feel. Ever. And I will not.  

And in fact...all this around me has caused me to lose myself. Never again. 

I let go of my anger...

@oroete

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Journal Entry

10th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon

So all the insults, the tours, the lies, and dealings came to the table. It is hurtful to know you’re being used by both sides. I am content to let people think I am stupid on these matters. I suppose on most matters. I stepped outside all the things I am comfortable with for a good man that has done many horrible things to survive. And to bring this man to a woman who needs his services. At this point, it is done and I care not what happens from here. 

I was willing to let him go in order to make his life better. I knew the moment I was sent to him that I was being used to provoke him yet again. I saw his heart ice over. 

But I did help...in some way. I remained neutral and showed Miss Kat that I am not some mewling child in love. I just know it cost me more than anyone at that table.