Pyralis hated coming to Ul'dah. But the former bard had made too many contacts in the city and had spent too many drunken nights in her taverns to stay away. While he lay sleeping in a stranger’s bed, he dreamt about playing a song for a pretty miqo'te girl with mismatched eyes. Good dreams never last long though as he was awaken from his slumber by an explosion not too far off. "Ugh...can't a mansleep off his drunken stupor in peace?" Pyralis said slowly opening his eyes to adjust to his surroundings. The effect of the all the alcohol he had consumed was still lingering in his body. A pretty red headed Hyur girl lay next to him fully nude with a peaceful smile on her face. Pyralis shook his head as if disappointed and left the bed as to not disturb her. With haste he gathered his clothing, bag of goods, his axe, and left her dwelling in a rush like a man who had been caught stealing. The habit of drinking and bedding women he met in the taverns would surely catch up to him one day.Â
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The smell of smoke was potent in the air and it made him fell uneasy. Thoughts of assassins hunting him down seemed to make Pyralis more paranoid now leaving him constantly on edge. After all, how does one simply adjust to a life of hiding and fear? Before the threat of assassins, Pyralis had played the harp, made coin off of it, intoxicated himself, and made love to the pretty women across Eorzea. Those days were past though and Pyralis quickly checked his bag of potions and the two hi-elixirs that he coveted greatly. The regular potions were easy to come by and worked decent enough if you'd taken a bad fall. However, the hi-elixirs were potent and had brought him back from the brink of death once. The former bard has originally had three hi-elixirs but had taken an axe across his chest on one of his drunken nights. Some individuals just don't enjoy other men hitting on their women. Phantom pains would still haunt him even though the hi-elixir had done its job and healed him up. It did take weeks for the wound to truly heal though and to get up and walk around. The elixirs themselves were costly and very hard to come by. Pyralis had won two of the hi-elixirs by cheating in gambling with a lalafell apothecary and saved up enough money for the third. Whatever Gods were out there would surely punish him for his crime one day.
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Pyralis slipped on his linkpearl to hear of what might be going on with the group of exiles. Information was key to survival and he would get as much as he could from the group to stay ahead of his would be killers. He personally did not like to speak on the linkpearl or share any information that he himself happened to come upon. While standing outside and taking in the smell of smoke his thoughts wandered to Kiht and the great responsibility she was undertaking. While most would feel sympathy for someone undertaking such a duty he saw her as a misguided girl. For how can anyone hope to stop the inevitable? We will all die and it will not be pleasant, Pyralis thought putting himself in a foul mood. It was simply a matter of enjoying the last few days they had before someone got them. A voice came in from the linkpearl and Pyralis listened intently.Â
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"K-kiht... my vekker.. I_I don't think I'm going to make it back.*long pause* I want you t-t-to know that I l-love you and... *bated breaths* I don't have much time... s-so I love you. Keep the c-c-clan safe okay? Ever since I met y-you... Menphina guide you moon sister, I'll always... be with you..."
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Pyralis looked off to the distance trying to piece together what he had just heard. Was that Kiht's mate Lyn? The first meeting between the Pyralis and him had not gone well. Pyralis did not like or trust the miqo'te. Perhaps he was simply jealous of the bond that Kiht and Lyn had? Pyralis shrugged and thought that it was not his problem if the miqo'te died. Even if he wanted to help perhaps the explosion and the smell of smoke was not related to Lyn? Fend for yourself as all others will betray you, echoed in Pyralis’s thoughts darkly. But that little voice in his head had major objections to him turning and leaving someone the exiles considered an ally. The slums seemed to be full of life as people wanted to see what the explosion was about. Pyralis suddenly felt uneasy as he did not like large crowds for assassins could be lurking about them. Time was passing and Pyralis stayed in the same spot debating whether to leave Lyn to die or actually help him. He could be alright idiot…don’t get ahead of yourself, Pyralis thought while looking the opposite way of where the explosion had come from. The tavern wasn't that far away so he could simply head in, drink, and forget his troubles, perhaps even find another lovely lass for the night. Would Kiht ever forgive you? He thought as a frown formed on his face, after she took you in? Pyralis had trouble believing that anyone of the exiles would be there in a heartbeat to defend, protect, and save him in his time of need.
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Pyralis saw the brass blades running towards the direction of where the explosion came from and was shocked to see Kiht running as well. It confirmed what he already knew but refused to admit, Lyn was involved somehow in that explosion and he was in trouble. When one is constantly in a battle with death, they learn to adapt and survive but ultimately fail in the end. Pyralis started remembering the healers he had met in his past who taught him how to treat wounds without the art of magic. The knowledge had saved him from losing limbs as well as a couple of close calls on his life. Pyralis gritted his teeth and turned around running towards where he hoped Kiht and Lyn would not be.
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The blood, fire, smoke, and dead bodies all around disturbed him. It was one thing to see yourself bleed it was another to be surrounded by the stench and sight of death. The brass blades were already moving close to the scene. Pyralis made his way quickly and quietly through the brass blades to witness Kiht crying and holding onto Lyn. He also noticed another miqo’te girl limp by Lyn. Something of regret and guilt stirred inside him. Was he too late? Did his inaction cause the death of Lyn? Pyralis rushed to Kiht's side and said sternly to her. "Kiht I think I can save him but you have to move and trust me...I'm his only hope right now." Pyralis gently but quickly ushered Kiht aside to study the wound that Lyn had. It was bad, very bad. He'd have to yank that sword out and quickly stop the bleeding. But his healing abilities weren't that advanced. Pyralis studied Lyn more thinking of what to do to save him. The thought hit him and it made him sick to consider. The hi-elixir he so coveted could possibly save him. He quickly set his bag aside and yanked out the elixir eyeing it with sadness. Saving lives and someone he didn't care for was difficult. Saving someone with one of his life treasures was painful. Pyralis looked to Kiht's eyes and saw the pain and desperation in them. No...I won't let her down, Pyralis thought.
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With precision he pulled the sword out of Lyn and immediately set to putting pressure on his wound. The hi-elixir should hopefully kick in quickly, Pyralis had thought and hoped. He uncorked it with his mouth and poured some on Lyn's wound. Pyralis proceeded to pry open the miqo'te's mouth and pour the elixir down. Usually half a bottle would heal most but the blood loss and wound was bad. If he even lived it would be a long recovery, if he died Pyralis was going to be pissed.
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"Don't die on me you bastard...you have a debt to pay now." Pyralis held the miqo'te's wound and stared at Lyn’s face with anger and fear.
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The smell of smoke was potent in the air and it made him fell uneasy. Thoughts of assassins hunting him down seemed to make Pyralis more paranoid now leaving him constantly on edge. After all, how does one simply adjust to a life of hiding and fear? Before the threat of assassins, Pyralis had played the harp, made coin off of it, intoxicated himself, and made love to the pretty women across Eorzea. Those days were past though and Pyralis quickly checked his bag of potions and the two hi-elixirs that he coveted greatly. The regular potions were easy to come by and worked decent enough if you'd taken a bad fall. However, the hi-elixirs were potent and had brought him back from the brink of death once. The former bard has originally had three hi-elixirs but had taken an axe across his chest on one of his drunken nights. Some individuals just don't enjoy other men hitting on their women. Phantom pains would still haunt him even though the hi-elixir had done its job and healed him up. It did take weeks for the wound to truly heal though and to get up and walk around. The elixirs themselves were costly and very hard to come by. Pyralis had won two of the hi-elixirs by cheating in gambling with a lalafell apothecary and saved up enough money for the third. Whatever Gods were out there would surely punish him for his crime one day.
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Pyralis slipped on his linkpearl to hear of what might be going on with the group of exiles. Information was key to survival and he would get as much as he could from the group to stay ahead of his would be killers. He personally did not like to speak on the linkpearl or share any information that he himself happened to come upon. While standing outside and taking in the smell of smoke his thoughts wandered to Kiht and the great responsibility she was undertaking. While most would feel sympathy for someone undertaking such a duty he saw her as a misguided girl. For how can anyone hope to stop the inevitable? We will all die and it will not be pleasant, Pyralis thought putting himself in a foul mood. It was simply a matter of enjoying the last few days they had before someone got them. A voice came in from the linkpearl and Pyralis listened intently.Â
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"K-kiht... my vekker.. I_I don't think I'm going to make it back.*long pause* I want you t-t-to know that I l-love you and... *bated breaths* I don't have much time... s-so I love you. Keep the c-c-clan safe okay? Ever since I met y-you... Menphina guide you moon sister, I'll always... be with you..."
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Pyralis looked off to the distance trying to piece together what he had just heard. Was that Kiht's mate Lyn? The first meeting between the Pyralis and him had not gone well. Pyralis did not like or trust the miqo'te. Perhaps he was simply jealous of the bond that Kiht and Lyn had? Pyralis shrugged and thought that it was not his problem if the miqo'te died. Even if he wanted to help perhaps the explosion and the smell of smoke was not related to Lyn? Fend for yourself as all others will betray you, echoed in Pyralis’s thoughts darkly. But that little voice in his head had major objections to him turning and leaving someone the exiles considered an ally. The slums seemed to be full of life as people wanted to see what the explosion was about. Pyralis suddenly felt uneasy as he did not like large crowds for assassins could be lurking about them. Time was passing and Pyralis stayed in the same spot debating whether to leave Lyn to die or actually help him. He could be alright idiot…don’t get ahead of yourself, Pyralis thought while looking the opposite way of where the explosion had come from. The tavern wasn't that far away so he could simply head in, drink, and forget his troubles, perhaps even find another lovely lass for the night. Would Kiht ever forgive you? He thought as a frown formed on his face, after she took you in? Pyralis had trouble believing that anyone of the exiles would be there in a heartbeat to defend, protect, and save him in his time of need.
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Pyralis saw the brass blades running towards the direction of where the explosion came from and was shocked to see Kiht running as well. It confirmed what he already knew but refused to admit, Lyn was involved somehow in that explosion and he was in trouble. When one is constantly in a battle with death, they learn to adapt and survive but ultimately fail in the end. Pyralis started remembering the healers he had met in his past who taught him how to treat wounds without the art of magic. The knowledge had saved him from losing limbs as well as a couple of close calls on his life. Pyralis gritted his teeth and turned around running towards where he hoped Kiht and Lyn would not be.
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The blood, fire, smoke, and dead bodies all around disturbed him. It was one thing to see yourself bleed it was another to be surrounded by the stench and sight of death. The brass blades were already moving close to the scene. Pyralis made his way quickly and quietly through the brass blades to witness Kiht crying and holding onto Lyn. He also noticed another miqo’te girl limp by Lyn. Something of regret and guilt stirred inside him. Was he too late? Did his inaction cause the death of Lyn? Pyralis rushed to Kiht's side and said sternly to her. "Kiht I think I can save him but you have to move and trust me...I'm his only hope right now." Pyralis gently but quickly ushered Kiht aside to study the wound that Lyn had. It was bad, very bad. He'd have to yank that sword out and quickly stop the bleeding. But his healing abilities weren't that advanced. Pyralis studied Lyn more thinking of what to do to save him. The thought hit him and it made him sick to consider. The hi-elixir he so coveted could possibly save him. He quickly set his bag aside and yanked out the elixir eyeing it with sadness. Saving lives and someone he didn't care for was difficult. Saving someone with one of his life treasures was painful. Pyralis looked to Kiht's eyes and saw the pain and desperation in them. No...I won't let her down, Pyralis thought.
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With precision he pulled the sword out of Lyn and immediately set to putting pressure on his wound. The hi-elixir should hopefully kick in quickly, Pyralis had thought and hoped. He uncorked it with his mouth and poured some on Lyn's wound. Pyralis proceeded to pry open the miqo'te's mouth and pour the elixir down. Usually half a bottle would heal most but the blood loss and wound was bad. If he even lived it would be a long recovery, if he died Pyralis was going to be pissed.
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"Don't die on me you bastard...you have a debt to pay now." Pyralis held the miqo'te's wound and stared at Lyn’s face with anger and fear.
FFXIV Characters:
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
