Shake It OffSoulfire Saga Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The warrioress made her way through the snow, breaking through the frozen snowdrifts; armored feet punctured through the ice-like surface down into the fluffier stuff beneath, sinking up to her knees. The tigress’ face broke into a grimace as she bent forward into...
I encountered a young gunbreaker today by name of Dorran Kaide. He was charming and complimentary, as so many people often are — until they learn that I’m not a single woman. He offered to help me by crafting a magitek gadget that could help track Jack’s father when he...
The meeting between Jack Nasty-face and Valeria Camena seemed to go relatively well. Valeria has some ideas on what’s to be done for Jack, so I’m confident that she’ll help him find his recalcitrant sire. Whether or not Jack will undertake the danger of traversing into the Void remains to...
My journeys abroad have kept me far and away from the oft-tread halls of Ul’dah, but for needs of commerce and business I found myself walking those sandstone corridors again this evening. I went to the Gold Court, as I often do, to read by the sound of the fountain’s...
I was working on a new song in Ul’dah after I’d finished playing for yet another fete for one of the Syndicate. For some reason the words hesitated to come to me; another song about heroes marching unto an uncertain fate. Such songs were always popular with the tavern crowds,...
I was once more called upon by the Gridanian magus turned Sharlayan scholar, T’Shira Rihll the other evening. She had another levequest given her at the behest of the Stillglade Fane. This particular leve was more dangerous than our prior forays into the world of adventuring, so she chose now...
I have been so long abroad helping in Akela Springs, then going out to Tural to collect the remnants of The Silverwing that returning to Eorzea. That, in itself, was quite a journey and I was glad to have Archambaut Vremaix with me when I made it. Facing Esmeralda’s death...
I’ve been spending time in Ul’dah as my sister, Oxomoco Canek, was tending to some business with the Arrzaneth Ossuary. Long business, she’s been trapped in there for days or off on offical — but private — missions for them leaving me with little to do besides idle in the...
Sitting in a quiet corner of the Carline Canopy, the blue-and-white haired elezen was stooped over a small chapbook, pen idly tapping at the end of a line of lyrics that sat beneath the bar frames of unwritten music. It wasn’t often that the words came to her before the...
Shh-shh…Shhh… The soft rush of the sea lapped around the xbr’aal’s feet as she stood in the ever-changing sand beneath her feet. With each rush of the tide, she drew in a deep breath as she stretched her arms overhead. Warm Turali air was scented with the salty brine of...
