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Writing Prompts Archive/6/Mis'to Raesthe

*She makes me feel like I’m nineteen again.*

*I keep telling her that, usually with a grin and usually by hinting that, well, nineteen year old Miqo’te fresh on the Long Road have exactly one thing (three, if we’re being precise about the parts of thatne thing) on their mind.*

*I mean well, that’s not wrong. But well, there’s more to it than that.*

*Barring sickness, at the age of sixteen the men of my clan leave their homes; usually for good. We call it Walking the Long Road, and for many it’s not only long but hard and lonely. The life suited me - even at my ma’s side I’d been one for the hunt, eager to get out on my own without anyone to tell me what to do. But even for me the lonely part was true. A few days with a clan, able to chat and tell stories and not worry about where the next meal was coming from...each time it got harder and harder to leave.*

*And then of course, stumbling across my brother.*

*See, eighteen was the age I reached Gridania. The thought of staying in a pretty little house forever was heaven for Naith, hell for me, and I signed up to the Adders not long after. My first captain was a grizzled old Elezen by the name of Varen, and I’m not sure who was more sorry about it.*

*What I do know is this - he never damn let up on pushing me to get better. He’s the one who pushed me towards conjury. He kept signing me up for the worst shit telling me I could handle it. And when I couldn’t, he’d be the first to take me aside and give me shit if it was my fault, praise if it wasn’t, and reassurance either way. Point being - I trusted that old bastard. And in turn he trusted me. “I’m not marching without that cocky little sod,” he grumble, if I wasn’t assigned on his roster. “Gimme the conjurer with all the confidence of the Twelve than the one that whimpers.”*

*It’s something, when you know that the person you're with trusts you with your life as much as theirs.*

*So aye. She makes me feel like I’m nineteen again. Side by side, facing the madness of the world with someone I can catch if they fall, and who can catch me in turn.*

*Twelve I’m getting sentimental in my old age.*
Writing Prompts Archive/1/Allura Regalus

*Alrua dashes around the street, rushing past merchants with reports in hand, an urgency she has not felt in years. Heart felt throbbing in her chest the host sun assaulting her senses. Feeling weak she slows to a brisk walk as a cart passes before her to a complete stop, frozen. Shaking her head and quickly taking a sip from her flask thinking it is a lack of water and the heat playing games on her. The first person, the Garlean she drove her blade into is staring back at her. She drops to the ground, passing out, repots lost and awaking in a foreign bed.*
Writing Prompts Archive/1/Mis'to Raesthe

*“I thought you were dead.”*

*This is why I told myself not to go back. The right thing to do is keep walking - for both of us.*

*But just like that, I freeze.*

*“Mis’to?” A hand lightly taps my shoulder. By lightly, I mean Roegadyn light. So more like a punch. “It is you isn’t it? I’d know that face anywhere - ”*

*“Lishau -” I make sure the smile is on. “I - I wasn’t expecting to -”*

*“Run into me?” She folds her arms and stares down at me. Gods but she hasn’t changed a bit, save a few more grey hairs. “They told me you were dead.”*

*Oh. “Ah come, Lishau, you know me. I -.”*

*Without warning she draws me into a hug.  “You damned slippery little fool, why didn’t you come back and let me know you were safe! It’s been months. Months!”*

*“I-” Ah gods she’s as strong as I ever remember. Half hug, half headlock.*

*“What even happened? The last I heard of you they saw you out on Ghimlyt - alone! What were you thinking? You’re good, but not that good, and when they said you never came back I just knew you’d gotten yourself killed-”*

*I wriggle to try and break myself free from her bear-like embrace. Help.*

*“-and here I catch you just sauntering around Limsa like you’re just out shopping-”*

*Someone has to spot me choking. Please.*

*“-and you don’t even find me out to say hello?! How many times did we fight together? Me and my axe and you and your stick-”*

*It’s a cane.*

*“- and even when you got flashy and we had to find someone else with a stick it was still you and me and the others, out there keeping the lands safe -”*

*This is where I’ll actually die, in the middle of bustling crowds, crushed to death by one of my oldest friends.*

*“And sure you sauntered off more than once doing your own thing, moon mad as you are, but you always came back. Always.”*

*And there she finally lets go. Air, blessed air. I gulp it in thankfully while trying to ignore her accusing gaze.*

*“What happened out there? The Mis’to I knew was cautious, careful, never taking a risk without checking it from all sides. And the last I hear of you is you strolling out into a battlefield alone without a care in the world? Why? What happened that you couldn’t tell a friend?”*

*I…I still can’t.*

*She reads my expression like a book. “I get it.” She shakes her head. “Mis’to...you...don’t you scare me like that again. I have my patrol but you - you keep in touch from now, you hear? Even if it’s just a coffee. In fact, you'd better be at the Drowned Wench when my day's up. You hear me?”*

*“I do. I will.” I smile.*

*With one of her own she gives me another, gentler hug, before returning back to her duties.*

*I watch her walk away. I don’t know if I'll go. I shouldn't. Not really.*

*And yet, here I am, when I said I shouldn't come back.*
Writing Prompts Archive/3/Azekiel Hawthorne

*Azekiel stood silent in the pouring rain, gaze piercing through the heavy downpour as each droplet filtered through his chestnut hair to every tip, cascading down after.*

*Absent yet present all at once he stood unblinking, unphased by the elements as the damp tore through his rather unfitting, woollen sweater. His right thumb habitually caressed the ornate pin securing his scarf, gliding over it in soothing motions, a silent prayer uttered beneath his breath...for her. For them. For everyone.*

*What would be a meager, throwaway pin to most remained a relic of hope for him, a means to push forth and make a difference even in the face of failure.*
Angel Shadowrose

***Name:** Angel*

***Clan:** Veena*

***Age:** Hint of wrinkles in the corner of her eyes*

***Personality:*** Shy at the start Angel is fiercely protective of the patients, staff, clinics and hospitals in her care. Disliking using violence, personally, Angel has admitted that sometimes it is needed, although shel much more prefer talking, negotiating and quirky humor to solve situations.

***Occupation:** On the board of directors of the Blackrose hospital.* Director of the Blackrose clinic at Gridania and its main healer.
Kazenone Alagar

Kazenone Alagar is a retired adventurer who now specialises in ancient Eorzean history.

Having put his blade down for good, he now runs a business trading and collecting rare books detailing many different areas of Eorzean history. Over time, he has become especially knowledgeable about some of the lesser known parts of the history of the land, but is still a fair bit behind on the current goings on of the world.

## Adventuring Life

Kazenone as a young adventurer
Kazenone arrived early to the Age of Adventurers, and quickly made a living as a Sellsword. His time was filled with small quests but very little of any note. After 5 years he had amassed a small fortune to his name and decided to retire.

When Dalamud hit, he increased his wealth by compiling and selling updated maps of the affected lands to interested parties, eventually turning from maps to books for a living.

## Personality

Despite his collection, he is often quick to judge a "book by it's cover" and does not forget first impressions so easily. With that said, he has a special penchant for exotic teas which can serve to mend any bad impressions he may have of a person.

## Relations

Ire Thorn is a regular patron of Antiqua Alagari and is well known to Kazenone. He has regularly collected books through the shop, and most recently contributed a journal of the events of The Succubus Saga to be catalogued.

Morgana Browne has visited Antiqua Alagari on a few occassions, but her Sharlyan accent has put Kazenone on edge about overdue fines from the Great Gubal Library. Nevertheless, she has been a patron of the shop enough that Kazenone has begun to trust her intentions.
Writing Prompts Archive/10/Kieo Exodin

*Some would say life is easier when you have nothing to live for. That had rung very true for Kieo. Before, with no love or family left around him, he could put his all into everything. He could completely disregard his own wellbeing to help people.*

*He could willingly take a fatal blow for a friend, so they could live.*

*He couldn’t do that anymore.*

*But that wasn’t bad either. He had so many friends, he had family, he had partners, he had happiness. For the first time in a long time.*

*Kieo had sworn never to play hero now. He could play no martyr with so much to live for.*

*He slammed a kick into the dummy's side, followed by a slash at the chest as he kicked back off of it.*

*Another day of arduous training, to get stronger. To protect them.*

*He darted up close again, chaining those same swift rapier slices, trying to get the pattern of movement down so he could do it in the heat of battle from muscle memory.*

*He had to be better. Stronger. Faster.*

*If he faltered when it counts, who would protect them?!*

*The miqo’te collapsed against the training dummy for a moment, exhaustion settling into his bones. He removed the familiar ribbon from his head so he could wipe away the sweat, and he took the time to gaze at the red ribbon for a long moment.*

*“..Gods, even he's counting on me.”*

*Kieo was busy with work too, but he had also been training far more than usual to account for every moment he wasn’t.*

*He had to be perfect, to keep his new family safe.*
Kigoh'a Mhezra

Kigoh'a Mhezra is a friendly, extroverted yet socially awkward Keeper who is a hunter for his tribe.

## Physical Appearance

Skin Color: Pale peach

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Red

Height: 5 fulms, 5 ilms

Weight: 150 ponze

Body Type: Slim, muscular

Smells Like: Plants

Other Distinguishing Features: Many scars over his body, some more recent than others, often comes with bruises, red paint on face, tattoos next to his eyes

Personality: Energetic, socially challenged, talks really quickly, especially when nervous, actually calms down after a drink, after too many drinks he becomes weird again

## Past

Kigoh'a's mother, Kigoh Mhezra, adopted Minato into their family when he was still a baby when his mother, Mina Qembe died of unknown causes. Minato (then known as Mina'a) was given the name Mina'to Mhezra so he could grow up as part of the family. When Kigoh gave birth to a baby daughter, she named her Mina in memory of Minato's birth mother. Both Mina and Minato were never told of Minato's past, and both believe they are blood related. When Mina, Minato and Kigoh were kidnapped and taken to Kugane, Kigoh'a had been out hunting with his father Nehza'a Pagha, and had no knowledge of what had happened. He believes it to be his own fault as he was unable to go and rescue them and his father wouldn't allow him to venture out alone at his age.

It is rumoured that Nehza’a disliked the siblings Minato and Mina and this is the reason why he didn’t go after them. It is also rumoured he was cheating on Kigoh. An even worse rumour is that he organised the kidnapping, but he fled the tribe before any of this could be investigated. His whereabouts are unknown.

## Present

Kigoh'a recently came out of hiding from within his tribe to try and reconnect with the Kimura siblings, having heard they were running a bar nearby.
Writing Prompts Archive/9/Kazenone Alagar

*A lifetime of adventuring had shown Kazenone many things he thought never to see, and plenty he wished he could forget. A life as a merchant and librarian in comparison was mundane but free of many of the dangers of his past life.*

*He prized above all else his mind and memory, they were not just his livelihood but the very things that made him who he was. Which made the experience of losing both of them unexpectedly an absolutely terrifying to him.*

*That would be the last time he ever tried Thavnarian alcohol. Nothing so potent should taste so unremarkably non-alcoholic...*
The Silver Valkyrie Timeline

The details listed here are limited to the most important. Please look to the individual pages for more details. The patch numbered sections relate specifically to the MSQ of those patches, the timing of the raids have been adjusted to better reflect their flow of story, but will always remain within their expansion bubble.

## Patch 2.0 - A Realm Reborn

### During the Patch

***Note that The Seventh Astral Era starts here.***

## Patch 5.3 - Reflections in Crystal

This is the upcoming patch and the story has yet to be played
Seeker Clans

Each Seeker of the Sun clan has a letter which appears at the start of their forename, and an associated Beastkin, Scalekin or Cloudkin said to protect the tribe.

E.g. M'naago: Naago of the M tribe (pronounced Meh-Naago), protected by the Marmot

### A

Short: Ah (Antelope)

While unconfirmed, the A tribe seems to mostly come from La Noscea

A'aba Tia

A'brohka

A'rhunlika

A'zumyn

### C

Short: Ka (Coeurl)

While unconfirmed, the C tribe seems to mostly come from La Noscea

C'intana

C'lafumyn

C'nangho Enah

C'zibho Tia

### D

Short: Deh (Dodo)

D'perjha

D'zentsa

### E

Short: Eh (Eft)

E'bandala Dajha

E'bolaff

E'lahmui Ruby-eyes

E'manafa

E'tajha Sapphire-eyes

### F

Short: F (Bear)

F'abodji Nhal

F'hobhas

F'lhaminn Qesh

F'majha

F'mibhas

F'zhumii

### G

Short: Goo (Gryphon)

G'jusana

G'nibnpha

G'raha Tia

G'wahnako

### H

Short: Hah (Gigantoad)

While unconfirmed, the H tribe seems to mostly come from La Noscea

H'amneko

H'bhowaka

H'lahono

H'loonh

H'mhasi Tia

H'naanza Esi

H'raha Tia

H'rhanbolo Oya

### I

Short: Ee (Buffalo)

I'tolwann

### J

Short: Jah (Jackal)

The J tribe is based in the Peaks at Ala Ghiri.

J'brohka

J'dyalani

J'ghonako

J'khebica

J'moldva

J'najaq Sunflare

J'nairoh

J'nangho

J'nasshym

J'olhmyn

J'tandhaa

J'zula Tia

J Tribe Youngling

### K

Short: Koo (Hipparion)

K'leytai

K'lyhia

K'wabati

### L

Short: Lee (Viper)

L'khonebb

L'nophlo

L'zuhjha

### M

Short: Meh (Marmot)

The M tribe is based in the Fringes at the Peering Stones.

M'gizzoh

M'hahtoa

M'laiboli

M'linhbo

M'naago Rahz

M'septha

M'rahz Nunh

M'zalikko

M'zamqo

M'zhet Tia

M'zimzizi

### N

Short: N (Aldgoat)

While unconfirmed, the N tribe seems to mostly come from Limsa Lominsa

N'delika

N'nmulika

N'tanmo

### O

Short: Oh (Mole)

O'abebh Whitemane

O'nolosi

O'rhoyod

O'tchakha

### P

Short: Peh (Basilisk)

P'ebaloh

P'molminn

P'obyano

P'tahjha Stah

P'yandih

### Q

Short: Key (Puk)

Q'ahnebb

Q'djawana

Q'molosi

### R

Short: Ruh (Raptor)

While unconfirmed, the R tribe seems to mostly come from La Noscea

R'ashaht Rhiki

R'baharra

R'fhul Tia

R'ghonati

R'jumani

R'kontai

R'majha

R'piqoi

R'sushmo

### S

Short: Soo (Zu)

S'dhobjbi

S'laiboli

S'nairoh

### T

Short: Tuh (Condor)

T'danafa

T'kebbe Morh

T'maritaa

T'mokkri

### U

Short: Ooh (Drake)

The U tribe lives in the Sagolli Desert at the Forgotten Springs camp

U'goromuli

U'jughal (Sagolli Desert)

U'jughal (Camp Skull Valley)

U'kahmuli

U'kahzuna

U'khuba Tia

U'konelua

U'linbho the Sand Devil

U'lolamo

U'mollpa

U'napa

U'ndomii

U'odh Nunh

U'rahtalo

U'ralka

U'towali

U'tykha Tia

### V

Short: Vah (Vulture)

V'kebbe the Stray

V'mah Tia

V'mellpa

### W

Short: Wah (Wolf)

W'bulea

W'dhovaka

W'nahja

### X

Short: She (Lynx)

X'payan

X'rhun Tia

### Y

Short: Yah (Jaguar)

Y'mhitra Rhul

Y'myhoi

Y'shaqamo

Y'shuwahe

Y'shtola Rhul

### Z

Short: Zoh (Ziz)

Z'ranmaia
Elrias Duskwind

> "I'm not looking for power, and I'm not looking for money. I only want to see the world become a safer place."
>
>

## Heritage

### Occupation:

HunterEngineer

Rowland's Babysitter

## Affiliation

### Other Affiliations:

Silver ValkyrieThe Immortal Flames

Blood Rose

## Powers and Abilities

### The Echo:

Intuition - Understanding the inner workings of objects and how to use them.

### Physical Abilities:

Heightened SpeedHeightened AccuracyPain Resistance

### Magical Abilities:

Currently:Lightning Cloak

Formerly:

Lightning Enhanced Speed

Light Wind Manipulation

Magical Redirection

### Non-Combat Abilities:

Heightened SensesPoison Resistance

Logical Clairvoyance

Elrias is well known for his calm nature. He often spends his time in solitude though doesn't mind being in crowds on occasion. He's mostly serious, straightforward about his motives and honest with his opinions. He understands little of people, often getting confused as to the reasons people act the way they do, and has trouble working out whether someone is being serious or not, due to his 7 year isolation. Though generally serious, he will get excited on matters of technology, the subject he knows most about and has a passion in, as he sees engineering as his hobby, rather than part of his job.

Although calm and controlled to a point, Elrias has been known to be angered, though it seldom happens. The only times he's known to lost his temperament is when someone doubts his intentions or someone he cares about is in danger. His will to protect people is so strong he refuses to kill people, even if he were to be backed into a corner. This is demonstrated by his unwillingness to participate in the war, choosing to resume hunting instead. His obsession with hunting is strong, leading him to accept any request from any individual, regardless of how dangerous it may be for him.
Writing Prompts Archive/5/Penny Snowflake

*Pennys haves three types of days, a time to make it day, a time to do paperwork day or a field run day*

*On a make it day, she spends most of her time making her machines, fixing them, testing them in the field or making different steels to use later. Eating, cleaning, taking brakes may happened at one point thought the day.*

*On a time to do paperwork day, she spends all her time outside talking to her list of people that she have work to do with, looking for more information on Allegan and looking for new/old machines. But in the afternoon she spend some time training based on what she thinks she is getting rusty on.*

*On a field run day, she spends all her time outside getting materials outside for her machines, tools or to sell them for gill*
Writing Prompts Archive/7/Kaldalis

*Kaldalis remains loyal to the contract no matter the opposition, no matter the difficulties he faces undertaking it. To Kaldalis the falling of Dalamud was but another complication to delay a contract's completion.*

*The contract itself was to play guardian angel to the son of a wealthy merchant, the boy had run off to the Battle of Carteneau and his father sought out the best help money could buy to ensure his son’s survival.*

*The boy had expected heroic combat against an enemy that threatened peace and stability, what he received was simply a battlefield, with constant reminders that he would be lucky to survive as his allies fell beside him.*

*He did not see his guardian for what he truly was whilst under the guise of an ally. He did not see the attacks meant to end his life be taken by another, he did not realise his position changed after many an explosion that wracked his mind. He did however feel the pain upon his head as he stopped to witness Dalamud’s destruction and Bahamut’s release, the pain caused by Kaldalis upon realisation that no matter his skills, his ward would die if left upon the battlefield.*

*Kaldalis dropped his disguise as he lifted the unconscious boy onto his shoulders and lept, avoiding debris and fiery death launched by the Dreadwyrm with ease. He did not, however, avoid the exploding Imperial vessel that would launch him and his ward off course.*

*The familiar feeling of a body free from wounds, exhaustion, and pain is what greeted Kaldalis as he awoke, yet another damnable resurrection. As he brought himself to his feet he checked his ward next to him, the boy alive but wounded, he would survive but the scars would remain. Gazing upon the field as Imperial and Eorzean alike fell to the Dreadwyrm’s blaze he felt an ever familiar intrusion into his mind.*

*“My Champion”, the voice called in it’s wispy, ethereal tone, “Why do you simply watch and witness? Calamity after calamity, disaster after disaster have you stood by unwilling to save those few you easily could.”*

*This question had been asked before, and the answer would not differ from the last.*
“The contract does not require it.”
Writing Prompts Archive/11/Vell R'ius

*There he was… standing alone. Clinging onto a slowly dissipating sword with a single hand, made out of his own aether.*

*Small feathers fell from it, as a trail of blood dripped from his lips. He had given it all, to protect whom he loved and cherished as he hoped for them to make it out.*

*In the other? A yellow crystal and some gemstones. Mael, Paz and Xander. Lapis had fallen out of his hands. The Carbuncles could no longer be summoned by him. Slowly the yellow crystal faded in color, indicating the Summoner was slowly losing his life.*

*A voice in his head spoke: “Do you really intend on giving up? I saw a bright future in you. One that you swore to protect, is that not why you tried to prove your worth to me and showed you were worthy of my power?” Vell shook his head, “If… only it was that simple… My body, as strong as the mind is… It is weak.” He coughed up a bit of blood. “Oh dear… my beloved…” His head tilted down, as tears fell down his cheek. “I… am so sorry, I have been a fool…” He sniffed as he dropped the crystal and gemstones from his hand holding onto the sword’s hilt. Countless feathers had dropped onto the ground by now, they were slowly dissipating, just like the sword.*

*“Stand up, proud knight. Shout for help, it is a future you can still secure. One where you can still carry on.”*

*The Miqo’te shook his head. As if he was intent on making this the grounds he’d die on. “Heavenly protector… Divine Judgement… I am sorry to have failed you.” He coughed up some more blood, as he fell to the ground, as the sword completely disappeared in a white light. “He… cannot see how much of a fool I’ve been…” The crying had made it harder for him to see clearly, Vell had given up… or rather, he didn’t want anyone to see him in his state. Despite full well knowing that eventually, they’d come looking for him.*

*The voice was not responding anymore. “Please… do not… hurt yourself like I have… Power is not worth your life...” He was just speaking into the void now, trying to put himself at ease, as his breathing became heavier. Before this all happened, he had left the current love of his life some cakes and special beans. With a lovely handwritten note. He had hoped to go back without any problems, sadly… fate had another plan. Or rather, the Seeker had another plan. It was as the voice said, he still had a chance to change it all. He could simply send out a linkpearl, cry for help. He reached for it, and activated it. However, it was not fast enough. His hand fell down, as a heavy breath stained with tears left his body.*

*“S…sorry.” was the last thing he had stated.*
Minato Kimura

Minato Kimura is a quiet, introverted Miqo'te who runs the Stray Sheep bar with his sister Mina.

## Minato Kimura

### Birth Name:

Mina'a Qembe (unknown to him)Mina'to Mhezra

## Powers and Abilities

### Physical Abilities:

Adept with a sword and shield, trained under the Sultansword

### Magical Abilities:

Trained with white magic and clemency healing

## Physical Appearance

Skin Color: Pale peach

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Midnight blue

Height: 5 fulms, 2 ilms

Weight: 160 ponze

Body Type: Slim, muscular

Smells Like: Whiskey and books

Other Distinguishing Features: Scar on his left cheek

Personality: Shy, inward, can be confrontational, dense

## Past

Minato and Mina both lived in the Shroud as children, until they were ambushed while out hunting with their mother and taken to Kugane's red light district where their mother was forced to work and the children were made to do chores and labour. They were able to escape, and grew up living with adoptive Hyur parents in Kugane. Mina left the family home at 18 in search of her father, and ends up back in the Shroud. After being reunited with Minato years later, the two began to run their bar.

See their full backstory here (work in progress)

## Present

Mina and Minato currently run their bar in the Lavender Beds, hosting events and meeting many people. The siblings have been caught up in the doings of a Bahamut cult, Mina having been kidnapped and experimented on in an laboratory, resulting in her left eye turning purple and becoming afflicted by the same voidsent as her friend Artair. Minato has vowed to protect and save Mina in any way he can, which has resulted in him making a pact with a cult member to win a tournament to cure Mina's ailment.

## Future?

The unknown elder sibling to the Kimura siblings has shown his face. Kigoh'a Mhezra is a strangely energetic and socially nervous tribal Keeper, part of the Bronzetooth tribe and is the older brother of Mina and Minato. It is unknown why he has only showed his face now.
Writing Prompts Archive/11/Fionn Tayuun

*It had happened, the one thing the Keeper was terrified of. His limbs, cold and stiff… not due to his departing from his body, not just yet. To the dismay of Fionn. No… instead, the Keeper was slowly freezing from the inside to the outside. What had he done wrong? How could he have prevented it…? He was at a wits end, having already fled from the ones he held dear. To somewhere cold, where it’d seem the regular person had died from frostbite, or at least that is what little sense he could make of his thoughts.*

*The snow falling down his cheek felt oddly warm, and the Keeper could not help but give a small smile. At least his head was not too cold, yet. No longer being capable to drag himself on for much longer, Fionn collapsed in a seemingly lonely spot. Fitting, for him. Even if he had found love, he could not bear for them to witness his passing. Having left them some lilies and more together with a letter, carefully bound while being stained by tears. Expressing his deepest regret as he failed at balancing himself.*

*Hours pass, and his eyelids were slowly closing. The Keeper was laying in the snow, feeling some odd comfort at his location. Barely managing to drag his arms close to himself, he tried with what little power he had to clutch two things that reminded him of his beloved ones. Before his eyes closed one last time, a tear escaped his face while he bore a bittersweet smile.*

*He was thankful for their affection, and the precious time they had spent together.*

*And that, was the last memory he had. Breathing his final breath… with a happy memory.*
Writing Prompts Archive/13/Kieo Exodin

*Greed was a sin. A terrible affliction that could tear a person apart. Could make a man go mad. High risk for little reward.*

*Of course, pirates knew the danger more than most. The fine line of pirate and privateer was built with walls of getting too greedy for one's own good.*

*Whenever something glittered so beautifully, like crystalline rays of light scattered across your eyes, Kieo’s chest would ache as he recalled the way greed had held his heart in a vice grip.*

*Many different kinds of greed, described by other words of sin. But the kind that sent you chasing a little sparkle always had a hold on him.*

*It was when the only shimmer he had was the shine of liquid in a glass bottle that he had beaten back the addiction to snatch anything that sparkled. But it was never fullen beaten, a beast everyone battled with, but it had it’s claws still stuck in his skin.*

*The bad habit, the need, the itch to hold anything vaguely golden, still came back with a vengeance on occasion.*

*So when someone placed the bag of gil in front of him, the instinct to hold it and to spend it on other things that shine so satisfyingly, kicked in fast.Closely followed by the other habit he had picked up along the way, one sometimes just as dangerous.*

*Selflessness.*

*Moments after thinking of the shiny things he could get himself, his train track changed to the opposite direction. His mind was on the funds for the First Steps expansion, of the house he bought Zeke and how it could be improved, of the gifts he could get his siblings, of the meals he could treat his partners to..*

*As soon as the barrage of ideas flooded his mind, they couldn't be stopped. He accepted the gil, tucking it away safely so he could take out a notebook and start figuring out the rough prices of every gift and donation he could turn the bag into.*

*One thing he had learnt in recent months was that, really, he had no need for gil or money for himself.*

*He was already rich in friends, and family.*
Writing Prompts Archive/6/Alice Aubenne

*Alice used to prefer those who were stronger than her, her brothers Fel, Ayleth and Hylric were all big aurian strong boys, those who could crush anyone who came too close to her with malicious intentions. Her strange family made for interesting company as well, each a different race and type of being, but loved nonetheless. She was a tiny, scrawny blue ball of fur when growing up and so choosing a kind yet strong companion became near mandatory, especially when moving to Limsa for study. The streets at night were often perilous in parts and she managed to catch the eye of a quite burly moogle-helmed Hrothgar, he refused to introduce himself, simply just mentioning that, "I'll get you home." and then nodding. Throughout the days Alice found herself being near watched over by the moogle shaped shadow, she wasn't scared for a weird reason, the big cat seemed to bring an air of comfort to her, and not paralyzing fear which everyone else seemed to exert. With her giant, near mute partner in tow she decided to spend more time with him, sitting at the docks or by the culinarians guild on her study breaks. He'd sit there, looking over her notes and just listening intently, and such company would make her heart sing. She would eventually conclude her studies and set out into the world, often found sleeping in the back of boats against the big hrothgar watching out for her. She'd begin to find places to meet people and study them, especially for portraiture, as she attempted to fill her portfolio. So, I guess the best trait now would be to be able to sit still and be drawn for hours on end!*
Writing Prompts Archive/10/Jairent Ebrelnaux

*The short elezen settled into his usual spot, supplies set down beside him, and opened up his stall.*

*It was all part of his weekly schedule now. Setting up his free food stall in the Firmament to feed the hungry workers and offer help if needed.*

*A young man, no older than Jairent himself, approached. Judging from the layer of grime on his dark hands, he was clearly of the Brume as well, probably pledging his work here despite having so little to his name.. Something Jairent knew all too well. He passed over one of the wrapped meals, and the lad took it with a kind smile before stepping back to his work.*

*..He might say he cared little for people, but it was moments like this that made life worth living for him.*

*If his new relationship had taught him anything, beyond romance, it was that he enjoyed helping people. And there was no project Jairent was more passionate about than that of the Firmament.*

*It was something he would go to the far reaches of Eorzea alone to see through if he had to, and he was usually not so generous a person. Because the widespread good such a thing would bring was all he had ever wanted.*

*So if anyone asked him what he would fight for, he would say these people. The people going out of their way to rebuild and change the foundations this unholy holy city had been built upon.*
Writing Prompts Archive/3/Kazenone Alagar

*The bookshop contains many kinds of books... The old books, of course, laden with history and care and power. Some new and "trendy" novels, mostly the latest summer trash people liked to buy to decorate their homes and never turn the pages of. A few books of personal accounts and journals, tales of real adventure like the ones Kazenone had lived through in another life. There was even the odd tale he had written himself of his own accounts buried in his collection.*

*Naturally he had his own collection too. Some books of magic which helped with the runic symbols the walls were laced with, some reference books of anatomy, dictionaries of languages (old and new), studies of ecology and zoology. But one book was very different from all the others. In such a state it could barely qualify as a "book" any more, but a book all the same. An old journal from a fellow adventurer back from when he first began, passed on to him by one of the rare adventurers who chose to leave the profession by choice, not by tragedy. Detailing stories and events forgotten by all but it's current holder. Filled with deep insights, mixed with an overactive imagination about what horrors had been seen beyond the campfire's light or in the murky depths of ocean by it's writer. The pages were cheap and fraying, only held together by a sheet of animal hide of some sort wrapped around them, and tied with bootlaces tied twice around the whole collection.*

*Kazenone had read the account many times in the past, lapping up the knowledge and stories inside. With wisdom and age, he now understood that a lot of it was tricks of the light or an overactive imagination... probably. But then again, who knows what beasts lie beyond the boundaries of knowledge?*
Mina Kimura

Mina Kimura is a bright and friendly Miqo'te who runs the Stray Sheep bar with her brother Minato.

## Powers and Abilities

### Physical Abilities:

Exceptional strength when void powers provoked

## Physical Appearance

Skin Color: Pale peach

Eye Color: Right eye green, left eye purple

Hair Color: Red with pink highlights

Height: 4 fulms, 9 ilms
Weight: 140 ponze

Body Type: Slightly chubby with curves

Smells Like: Flowers and chocolate

Other Distinguishing Features: Freckles on her cheeks and nose, nose is darkened

Personality: Outgoing, bubbly, joker, easily embarrassed

Hobbies: Gardening

## Past

Minato and Mina both lived in the Shroud as children, until they were ambushed while out hunting with their mother and taken to Kugane's red light district where their mother was forced to work and the children were made to do chores and labour. They were able to escape, and grew up living with adoptive Hyur parents in Kugane. Mina left the family home at 18 in search of her father, and ends up back in the Shroud. After being reunited with Minato years later, the two began to run their bar.

See their full backstory here (work in progress)

## Present

Mina and Minato currently run their bar in the Lavender Beds, hosting events and meeting many people. The siblings have been caught up in the doings of a Bahamut cult, Mina having been kidnapped and experimented on in an laboratory, resulting in her left eye turning purple and becoming afflicted by the same voidsent as her friend Artair. Minato has vowed to protect and save Mina in any way he can, which has resulted in him making a pact with a cult member to win a tournament to cure Mina's ailment.

## Future?

The unknown elder sibling to the Kimura siblings has shown his face. Kigoh'a Mhezra is a strangely energetic and socially nervous tribal Keeper, part of the Bronzetooth tribe and is the older brother of Mina and Minato. It is unknown why he has only showed his face now.
Writing Prompts Archive/7/Grima

They called it punishment.

Grima was hanging from the ceiling, suspended through multiple chains that rattled whenever she dared to take a breath.

She called it unjustified.

Earlier on that day, Grima had, for the first time in months, refused to kill a man. The poor sod was unable to pay his loans back. His own fault for borrowing money from a criminal organisation. But, Grima simply did not see a reason why this would require a death sentence. In the end, she was put in here. ‘For disobedience’, as Lura, the mistress of the organisation, proclaimed.

Heavy chains and ropes clung tight to the Xaelas body. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold, her mouth gagged. She was completely immobile.

She had been with Lura for months. What started as a one night fling was slowly turned into sort of a job for the Xaela. Blinded by love, she followed her, did anything she asked her to. Now, hanging there, for the first time in forever, she starts having doubts about their relationship. More and more, Lura treated her more like a tool and less like a living being.

She did everything for her love. And she, in return, always demanded more and more.

The chains rattle. Grima flexes her muscles, but the criminal organisation was too well equipped. Her prison was magically reinforced. She could barely move a finger, let alone get any leverage over what held her in place.

Her doubt and the darkness was only made worse by that familiar feeling in her chest. Hot and burning, crying out to her. The rage. The feeling of anger that fueled her since her childhood days. But even enraged as she was, she knew she could not bring enough strength to just power through her obstacles, as she tended to do.

A sudden crash completely shakes her surroundings. She felt as if an invisible force just picked her up and threw her across the room. The magical chains holding her broke in an instant, and with a groan and a quick flex, she tore through the rest of her bindings, removing the blindfold.

Looking around, she saw the damage. A massive gaping hole on the far side of her prison, the rocks seemingly still burning. Dark night sky. And upon it, balls of burning fire illuminating the sky, crashing down onto the earth.

Fascinated by the spectacle Grima looks at it for a second, before a voice ripped through her concentration. Who was that? She could hear people running through the corridors around her. Cracking her knuckles, a grim smile on her face, she approaches the door, intent on reclaiming her freedom, and executing her revenge...
Writing Prompts Archive/3/Belligera Loup'garou

*Belligera gnashed her teeth to the pain in her knuckles. The ceder training board before her stood firm, now soiled with her blood. “Twack, thwack, twack, thunk.” Her fist connected with the board times over. From this blood splashed ruining her previously white loincloth. It pooled on the ground staining the dirt patch a muddy dalamud red.*

*In normal training sessions she would have made quick work of a board or even the tree it came from— only this one was meant to be struck an ilm away from her fist. She failed again, drily spat another curse for the chunk of wood, and turned her back. Belligera eyed her belongings illuminated by morning’s dim twilight, a pile of her clothes, a sack containing rations, and a pair of pugilists knuckles. “If only,” the exhausted woman thought.*

*Her stomach rumbled. It was only her and her chocobo Road in the wilderness, no demanding master to disappoint. So she idly walked over to her things, landed on a toppled log, reclined and started downing her rations. Tough boar jerky was on the menu. It had a ripe smell and a leathery thickness, but she wasn’t arguing. Her blooded knuckles burned as she dug in, she could’ve sworn she’d broken one. Food was an ample distraction.*

*Her untethered chocobo approached and started a weary chirping. “I guess so,” Belligera understood the large terrestrial bird’s expressions of empathy. She reached deeper into her bag and produced a brown ceramic jar. It contained an analgesic salve the Vanu Vanu tribes used to numb the pain of their thick adult plume’s rapid growth. She was given this by the Vanu moons ago for her oath to them.*

*She found a sturdy stick in the brush, placed it between her teeth and began to rub the green-tinged translucent sticky salve across her injury. “Tshhhhh,” the salve sounded, steam rolling off of the wound. She bit down on the stick thinking regretfully of all of the times she had used it to heal the feather burdened hide of her partner. Tears welled up in her eyes, and then nothing.*

*No pain.*

*She was surrounded by the bliss of her memories with the Vanu so vivid that it felt as if she wasn’t alone with Road, but that the entire village was present. Soaring above in the skies on sanuwa and dancing around the fire.*

*She wrapped her wound no longer bleeding and stood again. “Kweh..” Road chirped cautionarily. “You sit down,” she sharply retorted. Approaching the bloody board once again and she drew a long breath. Recalling her time with the Vanu chieftain Sonu the vast Sea of Clouds. Breaking her silence she performed their ritual dance of battle. Hitting her muscles they engorged with new blood. The sun rose behind her which warmed her skin, she howled as if fully charged.*

*As the board snapped with little resistance, so did she out of consciousness.*

*Road rolled his eyes, pulled his master out of the puddle of her own coagulated blood back onto the log, and went off looking for gysahl greens.*
Writing Prompts Archive/11/Navka Dustreaver

*Navka struggles to open her eyes. Her vision, hazy, eyelids stuck together by a thick, sticky liquid. She cant tell what she’s looking at, nor can she hear a single sound, it’s just a dark, deep void ahead. Suddenly, the complete silence in her ears gives away to the singular, high pitched note, like a signal echoing inside her head. Next she sees a double line of orange streaks of light cross her vision, perfectly aligned to each other. The high pitched signal in her head wanes away, revealing a myriad of muffled noises, one of which she grew to recognize all too well by now. High caliber magitek cannons of an Imperial Dreadnought. As her mind tries to tie together loose ends, the towering hull of a steel behemoth slowly moves into her sight, she’s looking straight into the night sky. Gradually her senses keep coming back to her one by one. The acrid smoke fills her nostrils, the feel of the earth, pressing against her back, a sticky feeling of mud on her skin, the cold of water, soaking her clothes. She tries to move but her body won’t respond, like it’s not even there. Only her eyes slowly wander back and forth, looking for answers. Every second felt like an hour to her, and as she lied there, the memories slowly began to form anew.*

*She recalled herself sitting in a trench, among a handful others, firing rounds at the oncoming Garlean forces. A clump of soldiers of different nations and races, they were struggling, the fear in the air was almost tangible. She repeatedly shouted to her comrades to fall back as the empty casings flew out of her rifle, but before she realised, the shouts around her had all ceased. Surprised, she turned her head back to see her fellow soldiers run away as fast as they could. A faint feel of relief crossed her mind as she smiled, seeing them heading to safety of the next line of defense. Her expression suddenly turned grim as the sudden whistling noise gradually grew louder right above her head. The stray artillery shell dug right into the hill she was taking cover behind, evaporating it instantly and sending her into the air, it was the last thing she remembered.*

*In that moment of clarity, emotions overcame her and the vision grew even blurrier from tears. She felt her teeth clenching, the taste of fresh blood, she wanted to shout but all she could utter was just a shallow, damp cough.*
“I dont wanna die… I dont wanna die...” she helplessly cried in her mind as tears and blood flushed down her cheeks. As the muffled noises grew more and more distant by the minute, she heard a familiar voice and a shady figure stumbling into her sight. Through her teary eyes she couldn’t recognize the person, but a sudden sense of bliss flooding her brain reassured her that it was a friend. With that sudden feeling of peace, her eyes began to close again. Gradually letting go of her senses once again, the very consciousness in her aether leaves her body and dissipates into the great lifestream ahead...
Writing Prompts Archive/4/Mis'to Raesthe

*The cities burn.*

*The skies burn.*

*Everything burns.*

*There are so many. Even before the casualties of Carteneau arrive.*

*The bodies pile up.*

*For hours. Days. Weeks.*

*Eventually, the ash clears. The wounded live or die. The survivors depart.*

*That’s when he lets himself break.*

*“He’s in here?” The young conjurer nodded to E-Sumi-Yan; the padjal frowned. “...Let me talk to him.”*

*It’s dark inside. Not unusual for a Keeper. The smell however, is. The distinct odor of someone not doing anything for a few days.*

*Gently, E-Sumi closed the door. “...Mis’to?”*

*“I can’t.” The words burst forth before E-Sumi could even step close. “I’m done, E-Sumi. I can’t...I can’t do this any more. Please...please don’t ask me to.”*

*E-Sumi frowned. Sitting down, he rested his staff on the bed, moved to rest a hand on the other’s shoulder. The man was shaking. “I’m not going to ask you to,” he said, gently. “Mis’to...why didn’t you come to me about this? We both know what your skill in the Echo can do...and what toll that takes on you - ”*

*“Couldn’t.” His voice was breaking. “Couldn’t. People would have died without me.”*

*They both sat in silence.*

*“I want to help you.” E-Sumi looked over at him. “You can get through this. If what you want is to stay.”*

*“I...I do…” A shuddering breath in. “And...and I…”*

*“Don’t.” E-Sumi nodded slowly. He wasn’t going to stay. “...You’re always welcome home, Mis’to. I hope you do return some day. You would make an excellent white mage.”*

*For a second the Miqo’te turned and E-Sumi saw hope return to his eyes, a sudden spark of joy at the thought he might be able to truly wield white magic. For a second, that hope burned as it did in E-Sumi.*

*And like a flash, it was gone. His choice was made.*

*No.*

*“It’s okay.” E-Sumi squeezed his shoulder, a little awkwardly. “I understand. You’re always welcome home, just like I said.”*

*“I know.” With a weary sigh, Mis’to stood up. “I..I won’t. I just...I’m sorry.”*

*“I know. Are you going soon?”*

*“...Not just yet. I’m not...I’m not going without saying goodbye.” Running a hand through his hair, he looked back at the small room, his meager belongings. “...I..I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I...I feel like I’ve let you all down.”*

*“No you haven’t.” E-Sumi stood back up himself, taking his cane. “I know you may never bring yourself to heal again. But don’t forget how many people owe their lives to you. Any may yet still, whatever your path.”*

*He smiled. “...I won’t. I promise.”*
Ire Thorn

Ire Thorn, is well versed in many forms of Arcana. His love of knowledge and books lead him to explore the art of becoming an Arcanist, later specialising in Summoning. Having learned many skills he then decided to take up his father's mantle. And became a Red Mage. Ire is a man of honour and has a strong sense of justice, wanting to protect those who are in need. He is polite and always there to sit with you offering a warm cup of tea and a warmer smile.

He is most comfortable surrounded by books, particularly those he fondly reads in his enchanted Library. Home of many a strange and wonderful item, tomes written in scripts not recognised and tickets to locations not in Eorzea, Ire's Library is filled with many trinkets and mysteries untold.