The Hihijewa Spire - Topmost Floor - Night -Â
The city of Ul’dah gleamed in the darkness - its shining towers as figures on a gilded frame over the dark rotting underbelly of a city that celebrates, yet is terrified of itself and the swarms of filth just outside the stone-inscribed walls. Within the walls, lays the Ossuary - a place of worship and corruption - where disease called ‘greed’ is worshipped and death is celebrated. The god of death, Nald’thal, is a divine being whom judges all by the weight of their sins - by which the Order of Nald’thal has conveniently (perhaps correctly) interpreted as the weight of gil, the weight of sin. Overlooking this holy place is a tower, among the many other shining mirages of a city supposed ruled by the worthy. This is the Hihijewa Spire - named after the illustrious Hihijewa Cacajewa of the East Aldenard Distribution Inc. The spire itself was not always named the Hihijewa Spire, it simply changed its name along with the head of the house that owned it. On the topmost floor, a window was opened towards the desert and the Ossuary beneath.Â
A diminutive figure could be seen, glancing down at the streets; the windows of the spire are warded against most typical projectile weapons, a invisible barrier of cowardice born of Ul’dahian paranoia. Blonde hair tipped in jet black highlights matted her large pigtails as the woman looked down into the city proper, as well as the flames of the refugee camps beyond the walls. Some of her friends prefer blocking out light from the camps of the unworthy, but Hihisa Hisa, daughter of Hihijewa Cacajewa, enjoyed the ever-present reminder of a city at siege. The flames of the refugee camps around the city litter the night and Hihisa understood why many Ul’dahians desired for the Hammers to complete their work, so that progress can finally sweep away the undesirables from Ul’dah’s walls, replacing them with the golden manors of Ul’dahian’s true sons and daughters.Â
Still… such dreams bore no amusement for Hisa, she was more concerned with the present - with this interesting scenario being played right now within the shadows of Thanalan. Fufutilo Keketilo, she’ve heard of him before within the Ul’dahian rumor mill, a reclusive (not exactly uncommon among the Ul’dahian elite) man and his Vylbrandi Chocobo, his renowned good-luck charm. A charm that Hisa supposed failed its purpose, given that it was stolen in the first place. Nevertheless, it does not seem that Fufutilo’s wealth has declined in the slightest since the theft - perhaps the piece was more of a placebo in the mind of the man - similar to her grandfather’s obsession with his antique Doman fan. However, it appears he has not quite given up on the piece; it also seemed to have gathered vilekin along the way: pesky adventurers, insane merchants, beastmen and a particularly well-known hitman.
Perhaps, she should also contribute to that noise - after all, the more players are in the game, the less she would need to worry. Hisa smiled adorably, while the light of the room cast her shadow over the family’s crest inscribed on her desk, echoes of a legacy best forgotten.
The city of Ul’dah gleamed in the darkness - its shining towers as figures on a gilded frame over the dark rotting underbelly of a city that celebrates, yet is terrified of itself and the swarms of filth just outside the stone-inscribed walls. Within the walls, lays the Ossuary - a place of worship and corruption - where disease called ‘greed’ is worshipped and death is celebrated. The god of death, Nald’thal, is a divine being whom judges all by the weight of their sins - by which the Order of Nald’thal has conveniently (perhaps correctly) interpreted as the weight of gil, the weight of sin. Overlooking this holy place is a tower, among the many other shining mirages of a city supposed ruled by the worthy. This is the Hihijewa Spire - named after the illustrious Hihijewa Cacajewa of the East Aldenard Distribution Inc. The spire itself was not always named the Hihijewa Spire, it simply changed its name along with the head of the house that owned it. On the topmost floor, a window was opened towards the desert and the Ossuary beneath.Â
A diminutive figure could be seen, glancing down at the streets; the windows of the spire are warded against most typical projectile weapons, a invisible barrier of cowardice born of Ul’dahian paranoia. Blonde hair tipped in jet black highlights matted her large pigtails as the woman looked down into the city proper, as well as the flames of the refugee camps beyond the walls. Some of her friends prefer blocking out light from the camps of the unworthy, but Hihisa Hisa, daughter of Hihijewa Cacajewa, enjoyed the ever-present reminder of a city at siege. The flames of the refugee camps around the city litter the night and Hihisa understood why many Ul’dahians desired for the Hammers to complete their work, so that progress can finally sweep away the undesirables from Ul’dah’s walls, replacing them with the golden manors of Ul’dahian’s true sons and daughters.Â
Still… such dreams bore no amusement for Hisa, she was more concerned with the present - with this interesting scenario being played right now within the shadows of Thanalan. Fufutilo Keketilo, she’ve heard of him before within the Ul’dahian rumor mill, a reclusive (not exactly uncommon among the Ul’dahian elite) man and his Vylbrandi Chocobo, his renowned good-luck charm. A charm that Hisa supposed failed its purpose, given that it was stolen in the first place. Nevertheless, it does not seem that Fufutilo’s wealth has declined in the slightest since the theft - perhaps the piece was more of a placebo in the mind of the man - similar to her grandfather’s obsession with his antique Doman fan. However, it appears he has not quite given up on the piece; it also seemed to have gathered vilekin along the way: pesky adventurers, insane merchants, beastmen and a particularly well-known hitman.
