Entry Two
By Ochon’s Weary Wanderings… these dream-jumps are really a trip and a half. The last time it happened, I ended up in a place called Eulmore, at a club called “The Beehive”… let me tell you. I thought no place could put the Quicksand to shame. I was wrong. So very, very wrong. Needless to say, I was exceptionally glad to get pulled back home.
This next trip, though, was to yet another unknown place. It was beautiful with flowers everywhere and a gorgeous castle off in the dist
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Entry Two
I think the roasted miacid we had for dinner was bad. Like, really bad. I had the weirdest dreams I think I’ve ever had. I saw snippets of Karaan Nolan’s family, on some beach somewhere with a woman and a pair of twins. They looked and seemed happy. They talked about going North somewhere. For these Eorzeans, that could mean just about anywhere, really. Then I saw snippets of some elezen riding a white chocobo and a trick being played o
Entry One
Sillesti had me working on bandersnatch hides all afternoon, stretching them on the racks for curing. I know what he’s trying to do and I get it, but I really wish he wouldn’t. Just the smell of them brings back bad memories. It makes me sick at my stomach…
I was eternally glad that some noble-turned-ruffian came calling, looking for a hunter to track some beastie down with him. I didn’t even care about the particulars, I just wanted to get away from those band
Entry One...Back home
I forgot how calming it can be to write ones thoughts down with quill and paper. Something to keep my thoughts contained and gathered so they do not overwhelm. I returned to my company today after a few days away in the desert.That time...I will not speak on. That was a training session, something to strengthen my mind once again. The Kami speak once again, my stone letting me hear the ancestors stored within. Their guidance has been cruicial.
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What do we become when we lose our way? Are we truly lost or are we merely a plaything of the Fates, little more than leaves upon the fickle winds of Time? Who do we become when everything we are can no longer be? I don’t have the answers. I likely never will.
My life as I knew it ended when one of Nidhogg’s brood tore me out of the sky. I knew it was over as the wyrm’s great jaws hew through sinew and bone, destroying the very hallmark of a dragoon’s way of combat. I didn’t wake un
Today began as any other. I am challenging myself to step away from the wood lines and join the masses in the cities to forge new friendships. It's much harder than I expected it to be, but I happened to find myself partaking in a conversation with a man I decided to call 'Silent Watcher'. How ominous and incredibly un-creative, I know!
Standing alone at one of the many railings in the tavern, he appeared lost. There was something in his eyes that spoke the words he could not, but he
