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Carteneau changed everything. In the the face of potential open warfare, under the threat of a falling moon, the implications of widespread drug trade and the mystery of double-and-triple crossing fell by the wayside. Syrhberk Horskhyr was well on his way to the fated battlefield when he and Warren parted ways, and the paladin rushed home as best he could to find the pair of miqo'te sisters that he'd found himself bound to.
The realm was a changed place when he returned. That damned moon and its contained horrors remained at bay for precious few more bells, and the tiny room that Warren paid for with his meager savings was missing the most important things he'd hoped to find secreted away there; The girl was gone, as was her staff. The early year-and-some was spent as folks finding their stride, embracing their futures that seemed to stretch so far beyond them. With fear in his heart Warren ventured North in the wake of the Immortal Flames.
He wasn't present at Carteneau when Dalamud broke open and the Elder Primal Bahamut left his mark upon the world. The immediate fallout was hazy, like a dream remembered and recalled bells after waking. He doubted very much that anyone could draw a clean recollection of what transpired there, but the important things rang true. Sei, for all of her intentions to do good - something he never lorded over her when she would imply she held no worth, for she had chosen to offer what aid she could to those who needed it most - wasn't present on the field either. She did her role in savings lives where she could, and when all was said and done the pair returned home.
The intervening years were more clear to him. Sei's work in kitchens, culminating in a career in Limsa Lominsa. His work as a Free Paladin, primarily as an investigator to protecting the small folks. They took steps and returned to a sense of normalcy as the realm recovered from the nightmare. Somewhere on the way the middle details got blurred and almost forgotten; Only the most important matters were allowed to direct his attention.
...That is not to say that things stopped. In the face of the Calamity the world changed, but that does not mean the people who inhabit it did.
Carteneau changed everything. In the the face of potential open warfare, under the threat of a falling moon, the implications of widespread drug trade and the mystery of double-and-triple crossing fell by the wayside. Syrhberk Horskhyr was well on his way to the fated battlefield when he and Warren parted ways, and the paladin rushed home as best he could to find the pair of miqo'te sisters that he'd found himself bound to.
The realm was a changed place when he returned. That damned moon and its contained horrors remained at bay for precious few more bells, and the tiny room that Warren paid for with his meager savings was missing the most important things he'd hoped to find secreted away there; The girl was gone, as was her staff. The early year-and-some was spent as folks finding their stride, embracing their futures that seemed to stretch so far beyond them. With fear in his heart Warren ventured North in the wake of the Immortal Flames.
He wasn't present at Carteneau when Dalamud broke open and the Elder Primal Bahamut left his mark upon the world. The immediate fallout was hazy, like a dream remembered and recalled bells after waking. He doubted very much that anyone could draw a clean recollection of what transpired there, but the important things rang true. Sei, for all of her intentions to do good - something he never lorded over her when she would imply she held no worth, for she had chosen to offer what aid she could to those who needed it most - wasn't present on the field either. She did her role in savings lives where she could, and when all was said and done the pair returned home.
The intervening years were more clear to him. Sei's work in kitchens, culminating in a career in Limsa Lominsa. His work as a Free Paladin, primarily as an investigator to protecting the small folks. They took steps and returned to a sense of normalcy as the realm recovered from the nightmare. Somewhere on the way the middle details got blurred and almost forgotten; Only the most important matters were allowed to direct his attention.
...That is not to say that things stopped. In the face of the Calamity the world changed, but that does not mean the people who inhabit it did.
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