(Open to any and all players. A Pre-event story to set things in motion for what will come soon)
"My name brings much pain. Mentioning it fills my mouth with a noxious gas. It's letter combination is toxic. A name that shall haunt me forever...My name is Xyla." -Doll Number 401
In the city of Ul'dah, when the sun is just rising above A small Au Ra looking woman walked down the road. She had long black hair, black eyes with bright Umbral purple rings. Her skin a deep shade of blue, bordering purple and her scales as black as the night. Accompanying her were four oddly floating crystals in the shape of stars. A red one set ablaze, a blue one dripping with water, a brown one with a shell of a rich mineral and a green one swirling in it's own vortex. These hover just behind Xyla's shoulders and head. This woman up until now has hidden from sight but with time creeping up, she would need all the help she could get. Yet one problem came up...
Mentioning her name will surely cause much confusion and anger.
A name that not only she had, but her creator has as well.
Never the less she continues on her merry way down the stone paths in the grand city of Thanalan. Her small stature could be lost in a crowd without even trying, yet those four odd crystals were a dead giveaway. As she walked, Xyla noticed a child who tripped and fell. A young boy with a slight scratch on his knee. She calmly approached the child and knelt before him. In her monotone voice she asked...
"Mind if I see your leg?"
The young child, clearly holding his pain back nodded with a pouting expression. Xyla calmly brought out the wind and water augmentation crystals, channeling the energy they held to create a faint mist that covered his knee. The healing process was accelerated and soon he felt no more pain at all. Like the wound never happened. As the boy was going to say something, his mother came in and snatched his arm, dragging him as she spat out.
"You keep away from my child, witch!"
Witch. That word again. It wasn't uncommon for Xyla to be compared to her creator despite not being similar in looks. In fact, this Xyla always wanted to call herself Quint to make it easier. So with that incident, Xyla felt a pain in her body but couldn't really tell what it was.
"...What is this emotion that keeps coming up? It places a pain on my chest as if I want to cry." Xyla quietly mentioned as she stood up once more. She decided to take a trip to the marketplace to find anything new. Approaching the square, her eyes looked around to find the vendors selling various goods. Nothing caught her eye so far at least but with enough time she would halt at a vendor with apples. The various colors of red and amber tempted her, but she could not even taste them. In fact, she had no real reason to consume anything. It was just a pleasure she hoped to one day have.
"Apples. Bore from a tree in the rose family. Used in ciders and pies, can be crushed into paste or even eaten raw. Crisp yet sweet at times. Some are tart." she went on to say, being the little bookwork she was. The thin glasses pushed back up into her face.Â
