First of the Dragonslayers

Semi-selective Independent RP blog for Haldrath One-eye; Ishgard's first Azure Dragoon. Follows a post-3.0 revival AU Same mun as usefulscions & ishgardsmongrel See Rules for more info Tracking: #thefirstazure OOC: #;out of penance

[fatewalker-deactivated20180419]

    “Fare thee well, my brother knights…my loyal friends.       On these shoulders shall I bear the weight of my father’s sins;       with this lance shall I repay the debt accrued through our misdeeds.”                                                           —Haldrath, the first Azure Dragoon

[usefulscions]

Full Hiatus: Active

(I need quiet time, and I need to be away from the game for a while, so I’m putting all of my blogs on hiatus effective immediately, and I’ll be largely unreachable for a while

The only time you should see me in game is when I do the weekly tower climb for my relic–linkshells and FC chat will also be turned off again)

[uncanny-instinctttt]

Ser Handeloup and his flawless strategy of catching heretics

[ser-handeloup]

Remember, kids, do not accept candy from strangers. You might never see your parents again.

Those little rascals definitely earned their saint’s breath crowns. Would that all my temple knights were as efficient in their duties.

[ahm-al]

So we are bribing children now? Loooow.

[thefirstazure-blog]

“I find myself appalled beyond words.”

[viirtuo-archived-blog]

❝ Like it or not, I’m the current Azure Dragoon. As your superior, you do as I say. ❞

[thefirstazure-blog]

“I beg your pardon?  Mistake not my lance, ser, I am not of the Order.”

[ardently-faithful]

Heretics Walk the Streets

Ware, faithful child of Ishgard:

When chaos and uncertainty reign, all manner of fearful tales are wont to spread, and difficult it may be to sort the sensible warnings from the baseless hysteria.

Mayhap you, pious child, have heard rumor of heretics walking the streets in unprecedented numbers, so embolded by the turn of recent events that they have no fear of conducting their business in plain daylight. Some say that heresy now prefers the capital and grows faster and more weedlike in Saint Reymanaud’s shadow than it ever did when exiled to the corners of Coerthas.

Not all the rumors spread in these troubled times have basis in truth, but this one, alas, has fact as foundation.

Keep reading

[hybridlancer]

“Congratulations, you’ve basically explained why religion based around a single god as interpenetrated by humans is a bad thing. Pray the wrong way, no one responds.”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“Are you attempting to make some sort of point, boy?  We can trade jibes about the what-ifs and what-could-have-beens for moons, and it still won’t solve the problems of the present.  I suggest you find another striking dummy for your anger.”

[ahm-al]

“I suppose you are correct. Although… perhaps said lack of memory is the reason we are unsure if it is possible or not.”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“An interesting hypothesis, to be sure... Alas, I’m afraid I would be a poor test subject.  I’ve yet to find a brew sufficiently strong enough to intoxicate me; most of them taste rather like water...”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“Suddenly, drunken knights invoking the Fury’s breasts no longer seems terribly out of place.”

[diaarchive]

                    ❝ To be completely honest, I don’t much like Halone’s breasts. Now,                         Althyk’s are something to talk about. ❞

[thefirstazure-blog]

“I confess I’ve never given much thought to either.”

[hybridlancer]

“Well, maybe if you were sober and called for her, maybe she would have shown up to help you realize you needed to unite your people instead of leaving them to their own accord, therefore creating an endless cycle that perpetuated into the modern day

Oops! Did I say that out loud.”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“Ah, but perhaps if Halone had answered my prayers in the first place, I would not have given in to my father’s mad scheme, and there would be no tragedy or war to speak of.”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“Suddenly, drunken knights invoking the Fury’s breasts no longer seems terribly out of place.”

[ahm-al]

“Look at it this way – if one could summon a woman’s bosom while drunk then who in their right mind would ever be sober?”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“You make a persuasive argument, ser, but what is the use of such a gift if one is too drunk to remember it the next morn?”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“Suddenly, drunken knights invoking the Fury’s breasts no longer seems terribly out of place.”

[inner-muse-ologue]

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒

                                  𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈 

                                                               𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓈

                                         ᴵᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ

             нιѕтory oвlιтerαтeѕ ιɴ every pιcтυre ιт pαιɴтѕ

                                   It paints me and all my m̤̦͇̗̰̻̖̂̄̋͌̔͠i̷̪ͧ͗ͨ̽̎s̹͙̞̹̎ͬͅt͓͍̼̯͊̅́̍̄̑̀a͉̠͖̩̦͕̍͘k̝͍͉̣̗̲̻ē̅͊ś̲͈ͤ̽͐̅͘

                                                                                ᴺᵒʷ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᶤˡˡᵃᶤᶰ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᶤˢᵗᵒʳʸ

[roguishbard]

“True, though it may be more accurate to wonder why you returned such a blunt observation with such a dignified answer. Nevertheless, you satisfied my curiosity on the matter, and I apologize if I disconcerted you in any way.”

Pausing, he tips his head, then offers a slight bow.

“And on the note of good manners, I should offer you my name: Thancred, of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.”

[thefirstazure-blog]

The man--Thancred’s bow is returned in kind, and Haldrath pauses to think on whether he should be honest, or come up with some clever alias.

After a moment, he decides he’s been careless enough so far, it would seem foolish to start now.

“Haldrath One-eye,” he says.  “A pleasure to meet you, Thancred.”

[roguishbard]

“Think naught of it. ‘tis simply an observation. You’re also far more polite than I would expect from someone who has just been told they do not stink enough to be undead.”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“I take pride in my good manners; though I will admit the statement itself was jarring at first, that is not an excuse to be rude.”

[roguishbard]

Peers at. Casually walks up to.

Casually pokes in the shoulder.

“You’re breathing too much to be a zombie, friend. I spent years in Thanalan; I know my undead quite well. Nor do you smell vile enough.”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“I...thank you for your candour, ser.  It pleases me to see someone here has good sense.”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“I must disagree.  I’ve had no desire to consume the brains of others, nor have I developed a fascination with keeping sabotenders as pets.”

[diaarchive]

                   ❝ Cactuses and brains have little to do with it. Necromancy is                        an odd practice. ❞

[thefirstazure-blog]

“Hmph, I highly doubt the Mothercrystal is practicing necromancy.”

[thefirstazure-blog]

“A zombie?  Me?  I beg your pardon, but I don’t see any signs of decay upon my person, do you?”

[diaarchive]

                      ❝ Quiet zombie, you are a zombie and that is that. Don’t need                           to show decay. ❞

[thefirstazure-blog]

“I must disagree.  I’ve had no desire to consume the brains of others, nor have I developed a fascination with keeping sabotenders as pets.”