Roleplay Recap: Week 20 & 21
Lafiel
Lafiel had a chance encounter with one V’ari Tia, a Seeker of the Sun miqo’te who claimed to be a hunter-adventurer of some sort. Yet, that wasn’t the most interesting thing about the man. No, the most interesting thing about V’ari was that he had with him a Wind Spirit companion; an entity named Zephyr that V’ari claimed was a Wind Spirit from Ilsabard. Somehow, Zephyr had caught wind of some kind of brewing trouble within the Shroud and had insisted to V’ari that they come to investigate.
After some elaboration to the strange events that had revolved around her for more than a moon now, Lafiel agreed to try and arrange a meeting between the Butterfly Spirits that frequented around her whenever she left the Shroud and V’ari’s companion, Zephyr. It was their hope that the Wind Spirit would be able to communicate with them and ascertain just what it was that they wanted.
Katja
Katja met first with the mysterious entity known as Litany in order to deliver the dossier of information that she and her friends had ferreted up concerning his background and identity. It was a mission that Katja had taken in order to, perhaps, better understand the construct and his motivations for turning against Rihad. Yet, as their journey has gone on, she’s starting to see that he was a man who sacrificed everything in order to save his young family. It was a sentiment that struck Katja to her very heart, given her own troubles with her ailing mother. If it meant saving her mother’s life, bringing her back to herself to live happily, Katja knew she would likely choose as Litany did. Such was the power of love.
Litany’s reactions to the information were… confusing for the miqo’te. Constructs weren’t supposed to have feeling, they weren’t supposed to think for themselves, but Litany remembered things. Not the details, but he remembered how he felt about his family, the love he had for them, the remorse of losing them, his need to find them. It struck a chord in the little fire-catte, but it wasn’t until Litany confessed that out of all of the Vanguard Company she was the only one he really trusted. That she was the only one who had been kind to him — in her own way. Katja wasn’t often trusted or called kind, given her cantankerous nature. The compliments only served to confuse her more, while simultaneously endearing the tin-can man to her further. She decided she would continue to help him and perhaps help him find his family.
The familiar-knight told her as he reviewed the records that he vaguely recalled a laboratory — the very one that he’d been made in, somewhere in La Noscea not far from Limsa Lominsa itself. Resolved to keep moving forward on her chosen path, Katja agreed to go with Litany to investigate, but only after the knight himself went to make sure that it was relatively safe and not, say, filled with monstrosities from the Void or some such nonsense. Necromancers, you know.
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The following day after that meeting Katja joined Valeria Camena and T’Shira Rihll to share with them what she’d done and how Litany had reacted to it. She also told them of the laboratory and her plan to investigate it with the metal-headed construct. Naturally, her friends both refused to let her run off with the necromancer’s familiar alone, so all three of them were resolved to go when Litany returned from his reconnaissance mission.
Aside from that, the three of them continued to worry about the Vanguard Company and their fate. None had heard of any further goings-on with the band of do-gooding mercenaries — and with the Vanguard no news usually heralded bad news.
Gospel
Having returned to Ul’dah to requisition some allotments of stone from their quarries on behalf of Akela Springs, Gospel hadn’t expected to encounter anyone she really knew. Most of those she knew were preoccupied elsewhere or had drifted out of her life with her keeping herself busy in Thavnair. It was to be expected and she harbored no resentment to them for it. It made returning to Ul’dah somewhat bittersweet, though.
It was made even moreso when she ran across one Archambaut Vremaix, the handsome Ishgardian knight that she had once favored. They sat and spoke for likely far longer than either of them had expected. Conversing about where they’d been and what they’d been up to, how they’d managed in the Final Days. While Gospel apologized for leaving Archambaut, for wounding his heart by favoring Syrio Nessaire over him, there was no forgiveness offered from the knight — not that she expected any. She had done him wrongly and there were consequences of that choice that she would have to live with.
Yet, there was no animosity in Archambaut either. He could have easily ignored or dismissed her, but they whiled away bell after bell in one another’s company. She even invited him to her apartment for tea, which he accepted, and there they spent even more bells just catching up. It was far more than Gospel would have ever expected to receive from the Ishgardian, but she was no less glad for it. Always he had been a wonderful conversationalist and a steadfast confidante, someone that could be trusted with her secrets, big and small, and assured that he would keep them.
At the end of the night, there was great reluctance on both sides for them to part ways, even if Archambaut’s residence in the Mist was only a few scant blocks from Gospel’s apartment. Fate had, thusfar, seen fit to never have their paths cross since their parting, but now that Nymeia’s threads were once more at work, would there be other encounters in their future? Only time would tell.
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A bit of a short week this week, but as always I appreciate those of you who spend your time with me either providing the roleplay herein, or taking the time to read through these blog posts to live vicariously through my adventures. Either way, I’m glad to have you here and there’s always more on the horizon! Comments, kudos, and tips in the tip jar are always welcome!
Until path and friend meet again…
Until path and friend meet again…