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I dashed through the Waking Sands, looking for any signs of survivors. The massacre had not only been in the main hallway, but in every room I passed. I steadily made my way toward Minfilia’s room, my heart in my throat as I dreaded what I’d see there. I threw open the door to her room. It’s amazing the kind of details the mind picks up in a crisis situation like this. The room was destroyed, the sheets torn from the bed, the armoire knocked to the floor, the harp I received from Little Ala Mhigo shattered on the ground. But Minfilia wasn’t there. I turned and ran toward her office, still not letting hope get the bette

I was more than a little shocked to see Y’shtola sitting nearby, her arms crossed over her chest and a petulant look on her face. I tried to wrap my head around the sudden turn of events and looked back to Wheiskaet, my mouth agape. The Roegadyn laughed and explained to me that the banquet preparations weren’t for two visiting dignitaries. It was all an elaborate test for him and the other former members of the Company of Heroes to test my resolve. I was dumbfounded that I had run all over Eorzea for a test to see if I was worthy to face Titan. I fought Ifrit and faced Ascians and five years ago had defeated Nael van Darnus. How c

Wineport was a large vineyard located north of Raincatcher Gully where the jungle finally gave way to less tropical forest. The rich land and temperate climate was perfect for growing and harvesting the grapes to create a number of fine wines that could be found all across Eorzea. Wineport too was affected by the Calamity five years prior and was steadily rebuilding their business. A fine wine was nothing like the grog that most tavern goers would partake of and as of late had grown to cost twice as much, if not more, than they had during the pre-Calamity days. I will admit, I was not comfortable being in Wineport. To the northeast, merely a

Brayflox Alltalks was a charismatic and enterprising goblin. Having once worked for Costa del Sol he set off to make a name for himself and create his own business. The most respectable job in goblin society was that of a merchant, and Brayflox Alltalks had taken it one step further. Deep in the jungles of Raincatcher Gully, far to the northwest of Costa del Sol, beyond the mountain range dividing Eastern La Noscea, Brayflox Alltalks had created not just a business, but an empire. All of the goblins that lived in his city were under his employ and from there they created an exports business the likes of which goblinkind had never seen before.

Upon arriving at Camp Tranquil in the South Shroud I met with an Elezen Wood Wailer named Landenel, a former member of the Company of Heroes. He seemed cautious in admitting that he had been a member of the famous mercenary brigade but finally owned up to his past. He told me that he had left the life of mercenary work for the steady income and quiet life in Gridania. After being accepted into the forest by the Elementals he didn’t want his past to return to cause trouble for him now. He swore me to secrecy concerning his previous life and only then did he tell me what the first ingredient I needed was. Camp Tranquil was an elevated en

Two weeks had passed without any sightings of the Ascians. I was certain that their lull in activity was not a sign that they were cowed by my display of strength in Haukke Manor. I had a feeling that it would only be a matter of time before they showed up again so I spent the down time training in the ways of the Arcanist. My grimoire had become rather tattered since I received it as a gift from Azarashi and it was far past time to have it replaced. I spent some of that time studying and training in Limsa Lominsa at the Arcanist’s Guild until tales of my exploits had reached the ears of a resident Marauder. Alka Zolka was the stranges

Haukke Manor had once belonged to the Elder Seedseers of old, where they used the large mansion as a place of spiritual reflection and meditation. Despite its use, Gridanians often protested the mansion, decrying it for the symbol of excess that it was. It wasn’t until the Elder Seedseer before our current one that the Padjal decided to withdraw from use of the mansion. Haukke Manor was sold off to the highest bidder, a Duskwight Elezen named Lady Amandine. She was a beautiful and vain woman, her looks and riches her highest concern. She spent fortunes importing beauty products from across the realm, no price was too high. Facial creams

I woke with a fright from some nightmare I couldn’t remember, desperately trying to piece together where I had just awoken. As I controlled my breathing and my heartbeat slowed I felt the panic leave me and cognitive thought begin to take control once more. A soft bed, sheets tossed aside from my nocturnal struggles. The warm glow of daybreak peeking through the small window set high in the wall and smell of sea water making my nose wrinkle. I was in Minfilia’s room again at the Waking Sands, and it had been three days since I returned from Little Ala Mhigo. I lethargically got out of bed and tiptoed across the cold floor to a dr

My search for information on Lahabrea and the Ascians had lead me to Little Ala Mhigo, and in need of aid to impress the Highlander residents I had traveled to Quarrymill in the Southern Shroud. I met with Meffrid, a Captain of the Ala Mhigan Resistance, whose reception of me was only slightly better than that of the Little Ala Mhigan locals. However, it had less to do with me and more to do with dying friend Gallien. The man had come down with an uncommon sickness, but not one that was incurable. Meffrid had been requesting aid from the resident of Quarrymill but met nothing but refusal. I decided to speak to Albreda why the man would not be

A week had passed since my adventures with the Sylph and my excursion into the Thousand Maws of Toto-Rak. I had delivered Frixio’s letter to the Twin Adder and it was passed on to the Elder Seedseer. I returned to the Wakings Sands to report to Minfilia everything that had transpired. I hadn’t been there long before there was a commotion. It seemed that Noraxia, the Elder Sylph’s aid, had come to work with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. I could tell that some of our members were nervous to have a beastman inside our headquarters, but I felt that it was a sign of the growing alliance between the Sylph and the peoples of Eorz