Pyralis let out a small sigh of relief and leaned back as the miqo'te opened his eyes. With the severity of the wound Pyralis had truly believed he would not pull through. The hi-elixir did its job and saved the miqo'te's life but Pyralis was still upset that he even had to use it. The relief he once felt quickly was turning into rage as he examined his surroundings. Guards closing in, surrounded by death, helping strangers he hardly knew, this is not want he wanted. This is not who he was.
Fend for yourself, Pyralis thought darkly as he saw the affection between Lyn and Kiht. The care they showed for each other made Pyralis envious and stirred some anger inside of him. That bond they have...that love if that's what they call it...will get them killed, he thought snapping out of his daze as the random archer on the roof started shouting and downing the brass blades.
The very sight of the two brass blades, which were there to probably question and take them in, crumpling to the ground with the arrows made Pyralis flinch. He never much cared for guards as they would always try to lock him up for public drunkenness or getting into tavern fights but to kill them outright? Pyralis saw Kiht take out the aetheryte crystal in a hope to teleport them all. Her gaze turned to him and asked, “Are you going to come with us?â€
"There's too many of us Kiht...it's not going to work." Kiht however grabbed him by the arm and Pyralis stared at her, Lyn, the dead sun-sister and the crystal.
“Gods damnit! One more time you worthless shard!†Kiht shouted in frustration. Pyralis was about to pull his arm free but the vortex swallowed them all.
Aetheryte traveling always left Pyralis feeling sick and the fact he still had alcohol in his system didn't help. When they arrived at Camp Drybone he quickly moved to the side of the group and threw up. That deep dark fury was building inside of him again, a tempest waiting to consume him and his emotions. The night was ruined, one of his greatest treasures was lost, and now he was likely to be sick from the alcohol and travel. He saw Kiht paying off some brass blades and knew they had one last destination, The Shroud. Being anywhere near Ul'dah was a terrible idea so getting as far away as possible was probably best. Reluctantly, Pyralis allowed Kiht to pay for the aetheryte travel again and prepared for the vortex.
Heroes die and glory is short lived, Pyralis thought. As they arrived at Bentbranch Meadows, Pyralis kneeled down woozy from the travel, alcohol, and the events that had happened. He ran his hand on through the grass and took in a deep breath. The clean air of the shroud did wonders when one was intoxicated. The shroud always brought him peace and cleared his mind when he was a wandering bard.
But he wasn't a bard anymore...he had given up the bow and harp which he craved to hold every waking second of his existence. The training with the axe was slow and he was nowhere near proficient enough to defend himself with it. If he were to run into a dangerous situation such as the one Lyn ran into, would he survive? No, I'd be dead and alone, Pyralis thought as he stood and turned to face Kiht. The fury inside him still burned at what happened and what he had to sacrifice. Fend for yourself, the voice inside Pyralis seemed to say stronger than ever. "You owe me no debt Kiht...I am no hero...just a survivor." he told the miqo’te with a hardened face and voice. He would hold his gaze on Kiht and say harshly with a sadness and anger behind his voice,  “I've lived my life alone fending for myself and survived this long...This –MESS- that -YOU- got me into Kiht has cost me too much. You, your -mate-, and the exiles are of no concern to me. Just leave me be...forget you know me or saw me. Give up on being a defender of these wretches...clearly it isn't working out." It wasn't fair to take out his anger and frustration on Kiht. But once the words started to come out of his mouth he couldn't stop them. So that's how you repay kindness? Pyralis thought clenching his fist.
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Pyralis turned to leave Kiht to attend to Lyn. The tempestof anger still burned inside of him and a small pang of guilt felt as if it would eventually consume him. He was alone again in the world with enemies at every corner without an ally in sight. Pyralis walked away from Bentbranch Meadows on the path to Gridania. He examined himself and realized he was caked with blood. He reached up to throw away his linkpearl but held on to it; information would still be useful if he was to be by himself. Fend for yourself...you'll live longer,Pyralis thought. But why didn't it feel that way?
Fend for yourself, Pyralis thought darkly as he saw the affection between Lyn and Kiht. The care they showed for each other made Pyralis envious and stirred some anger inside of him. That bond they have...that love if that's what they call it...will get them killed, he thought snapping out of his daze as the random archer on the roof started shouting and downing the brass blades.
The very sight of the two brass blades, which were there to probably question and take them in, crumpling to the ground with the arrows made Pyralis flinch. He never much cared for guards as they would always try to lock him up for public drunkenness or getting into tavern fights but to kill them outright? Pyralis saw Kiht take out the aetheryte crystal in a hope to teleport them all. Her gaze turned to him and asked, “Are you going to come with us?â€
"There's too many of us Kiht...it's not going to work." Kiht however grabbed him by the arm and Pyralis stared at her, Lyn, the dead sun-sister and the crystal.
“Gods damnit! One more time you worthless shard!†Kiht shouted in frustration. Pyralis was about to pull his arm free but the vortex swallowed them all.
Aetheryte traveling always left Pyralis feeling sick and the fact he still had alcohol in his system didn't help. When they arrived at Camp Drybone he quickly moved to the side of the group and threw up. That deep dark fury was building inside of him again, a tempest waiting to consume him and his emotions. The night was ruined, one of his greatest treasures was lost, and now he was likely to be sick from the alcohol and travel. He saw Kiht paying off some brass blades and knew they had one last destination, The Shroud. Being anywhere near Ul'dah was a terrible idea so getting as far away as possible was probably best. Reluctantly, Pyralis allowed Kiht to pay for the aetheryte travel again and prepared for the vortex.
Heroes die and glory is short lived, Pyralis thought. As they arrived at Bentbranch Meadows, Pyralis kneeled down woozy from the travel, alcohol, and the events that had happened. He ran his hand on through the grass and took in a deep breath. The clean air of the shroud did wonders when one was intoxicated. The shroud always brought him peace and cleared his mind when he was a wandering bard.
But he wasn't a bard anymore...he had given up the bow and harp which he craved to hold every waking second of his existence. The training with the axe was slow and he was nowhere near proficient enough to defend himself with it. If he were to run into a dangerous situation such as the one Lyn ran into, would he survive? No, I'd be dead and alone, Pyralis thought as he stood and turned to face Kiht. The fury inside him still burned at what happened and what he had to sacrifice. Fend for yourself, the voice inside Pyralis seemed to say stronger than ever. "You owe me no debt Kiht...I am no hero...just a survivor." he told the miqo’te with a hardened face and voice. He would hold his gaze on Kiht and say harshly with a sadness and anger behind his voice,  “I've lived my life alone fending for myself and survived this long...This –MESS- that -YOU- got me into Kiht has cost me too much. You, your -mate-, and the exiles are of no concern to me. Just leave me be...forget you know me or saw me. Give up on being a defender of these wretches...clearly it isn't working out." It wasn't fair to take out his anger and frustration on Kiht. But once the words started to come out of his mouth he couldn't stop them. So that's how you repay kindness? Pyralis thought clenching his fist.
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Pyralis turned to leave Kiht to attend to Lyn. The tempestof anger still burned inside of him and a small pang of guilt felt as if it would eventually consume him. He was alone again in the world with enemies at every corner without an ally in sight. Pyralis walked away from Bentbranch Meadows on the path to Gridania. He examined himself and realized he was caked with blood. He reached up to throw away his linkpearl but held on to it; information would still be useful if he was to be by himself. Fend for yourself...you'll live longer,Pyralis thought. But why didn't it feel that way?
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)
