Hydaelyn Role-Players

The handwriting in the first few lines are quickly scribbled onto the off white parchment. 

Hi there Diary! I’m N’yxa! But… I guess you already knew that since I’m writing and you aren’t exactly living. Which means that I am now having a conversation to myself. Which I guess means that I don’t exactly have to introduce myself to you. But if I don’t introduce myself at the beginning of a conversation how are we to be properly acquainted? I mean. If I just ran up to a stranger and began talking to them assuming that they already knew who I was I would be considered… well. I don’t know how I would be considered. But I can guess it wouldn’t be as THE MOST STRATEGIC EXCEPTIONALLY TALENTED AND FASTEST MONK IN THE HISTORY OF EORZEA! Well, okay maybe I’m not a most strategic exceptionally talented and fastest monk in the history of Eorzea yet but Master says that I have made exceptional progress since I first joined the Pulgilist guild a week ago. 

He’s actually the reason why I met you Diary! He says I have a difficult time focusing my attention and that writing in you daily (Hey! did you know that Diary and daily are only one letter different… well and you need to switch the “a” and the “i” but other than that they are the same word!) will help me learn to calm my chi. He also suggested that I should socialize more since I have been spending all of my free time in the dojo since my mum dropped me off. And you know what diary?! I met some GREAT (although strange) people who call themselves PIRATES! Not like the merchant pirates of Limsa but REAL PIRATES! Their full name is, I think for full effect I should tell you that I just cleared my throat for emphasis, The Pirates of the Wayward Star… Though I don’t quite know what a Wayward Star is. And how would you know if a star was Wayward. I mean, they just kind of sit there…. 

But anyway! There’s the Captain -Saefinn- who I think has identity issues. Well, and gender issues because on my first night as a member of Star (that’s what we call ourselves for short all mysterious like) he drank some strange stuff and suddenly started calling himself Poe… But, Poe is a girl. But they say he doesn’t act like that all the time. And I’m GLAD he doesn't because it seems like Poe is kinda but not really sotra in a not so official not unofficial not defined but not completely uncertain…. thing …. with a down in the dumps guy who now that I think about it. Never introduced himself! And I never introduced MYSELF!! Anyway, he’s a Duskwight with half his face painted white. He looks and speaks like a warrior but I don’t think he’s much interested in the battlefield at the moment. To be honest I feel sorry for him. He speaks as if he has no purpose. Though he did say I was rather adept as a Pugilist if I could teach….

OH MY TWELVE!!! I have not told you about RONALD! He’s MY pupil! Of sorts. You see. He’s a Madrigora. He was given to me by a very nice man at the Drifter’s Bazaar the night when I joined the crew. People says he smells but I don’t mind. He’s my little onion head! He’s also been helping me work on my nervousness around other people. He’s great at breaking the ice. Here’s a picture! This is the best way I think for you to meet him… being that you don’t have eyes or anything. 



But where was I? OH YEAH! The crew! Well the last member I got to meet is Ryillin! He’s funny because I don’t think he realizes that half his shirt is missing! He was rather quiet though. At least when I was around he was rather quiet. I almost want to say it seemed…. tense when we all sat around the table in Limsa. Him, Joundi, Poe, and I…. Oh well! I know at least once RONALD made him laugh! I think that covers anyone… anyway I need to get going. Sleep and all. Master says tomorrow it is time for me to face the first of many demons.


Until next time!

Oh Diary you will not believe the day that Ronald and I’ve had! First Master had me meet up with these very nice people who call themselves the Scions of the Seventh Dawn! And their leader Mini...something (I’m terrible at names) is so beautiful! I love her pants too! I wonder where I could get me a pair like her’s. Of course mine would be a nice shade of yellow to match the Twin Addler’s banner. Of which I am a member now Diary! But more on that later.

Anyway, master sent me to work with the Scions on the ongoing ‘Primal’ issue. And can I tell you something in confidence Diary? As much as I respect the Scions they really need to figure out a better way of organizing their missions! They had me going from all the way from Vesper Bay to Camp Drybone back to Vesper Bay BACK to Camp Drybone…. Only to be captured by Amalj’aa! Then we were taken to some summoning field that looked like is was on fire but there were no flames! Everything was BRIGHT RED! The sun even began to look strange as this black circle filed the center. It all was quite scary for me! I don’t know what I would have done if Ronald was there!? He would have burned to a crisp! Suddenly, all of the Amalj’aa started to chant. At first I didn’t understand the words they were saying. You know, because I was KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS by some stupid large evil meanie. But this is where it gets really interesting Diary! They were chanting to none other than the Primal IFIRIT!

At that very moment. When the whole world started to calm around me I knew I had learned the lesson that Master was trying to instill in me from the beginning. (For the rest of this imagine dramatic suspenseful music in the background okay Diary?) I began focusing on my target. his weak points and the precise areas I should concentrate my blows. As the mighty beast fell from his summoned position in the sky my tail tensed with anticipation. The mighty foe was before me - soon would he realize the fury of my wrath. I took a few steps towards him and he loudly laughed at my miniscule size in comparison to his hulking … hulk of a body. Illuminating with fire as bright as a thousand suns! As he and I, to mighty warriors locked in a power stare, evaluated our competition… the DUMBEST THING HAPPENED! Some premature annihilation type Marauder of a Roegadyn charged in! Without any grace. Just swinging his axe any which way thinking he could get the job done by pounding away as hard as he could without much style! I mean he didn’t even think to attack from behind because it is a better strategic position!? It makes it easier to slide in and attack the prime location because they never see you coming! GAH! So unprofessional! At least he kept the giant horned beast’s attention long enough for my swift hands and feet to get a majority of the job done.

And then… he died. Well… disappeared. I mean. Dematerialized. No that’s not right. He was just NOT THERE anymore. And there I was in a silent circle of fire. I managed to find my way back to Drybone where I had the opportunity to catch up with another Scion of the Seventh Dawn but I want to go again! I wonder if there is a task force for fighting off the Primals as they are summoned. Because I know I would totally be first in line to sign up!

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I wonder how Ronald would feel about training to be my Primal Fighter Sidekick….