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*Note from the publisher* This publication is not responsible for lost time or hurt feelings. Should you have any concerns, please direct them to the publisher. We usually respond within one to two fortnights. Thank you. *Note from the contributor* Who am I? My name’s none of your concern. The way I come by these journal entries is also of no concern to you. Just count yourself fortunate that you’ve got a glimpse into the mind of not only Ul’dah’s most noted officer but the Sword of the Stones herself! There’s sure to be a trove of secrets in these pages; Immortal Flame t -
Sosuh, I got into a fight today. Yes, I know that's not surprising, but I didn't start it this time, believe it or not. You probably don't, but by Shivah's frigid arse, this time it's true. I was cutting through this back alley - Pearl Lane, I think it's called. Sort of a rough place, usually filled with laborers and refugees. I don't think it has a very good reputation around the rest of Ul'dah. It wasn't my first time, though, so I wasn't worried. There were these merchants there, which was strange because usually they all seem too stuffy and soft to ever go somewhere like Pea
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Sosuh, Guess what? No really, you must guess before you read any further. You better have guessed. You are now writing to an official member of the Eorzea Pugilists' Guild! Your little sister is on her way to becoming the best fighter around! Tell Duhsa, because the next time she calls me "the runt sister", I just may show her the Bootshine technique I learned! That's right, they're already teaching me techniques! (In case you're asking, no it doesn't have anything to do with literally shining boots. I didn't name it.) The Guildmaster is a strange old man, though. Hamon, th
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Sosuh, Sorry it's been so long since my last letter (long story), but I finally made it to Ul'dah. It feels like it took forever. The city is crowded, loud, and it smells like everything, all at once, all the time. I suppose it's exactly how we always imagined one would be, but there's so much of it, and it's always moving. Night or day, it's never still. Knowing her, it's no wonder Mother never brought us through one. And the godsdamned heat! Sometimes I can't tell if this is Eorzea or the seventh Hell itself. I honestly don't know how these people can
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It's been a week since I arrived in Ul'dah, I've been too nervous to try and talk to anybody and I am starting to get lonely. I worry that He may find me, or that He may have people working for him in Ul'dah.... But I'm starting to get low on gil ... I will need to do some more odd jobs just to pay for the room I've been renting at the Inn. I've been told there's some work in Aleport so I suppose I will head there for the day.
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A young Roegadyn steps out of a small shack almost as big as him into the cool dawn air. Hauling a large pack on his back and looking over a small book in his hand. Taking a last look around the orchard he had been working for in the past from moons. He takes a big deep breath, as if trying to breath it all in for him to keep within him. He opened his book and wrote, Looking through the past few months in his book, he knew he can’t stay any longer than he had. He had to keep moving, staying here was just something to give himself comfort and give for time to p -
I'm finally home. After a long few months aboard the airship the Longpatrolman, I have made my way back home to Limsa Lominsa. I believed the tethers that bound me here broken, but after a time with the crew of this privateer company, I'm reminded that I never really am able to leave my city or Eorzea, but simply turn away from her for a time. I am conflicted as I walk through the sun-bleached stones of my city. Adulation that much is the same, yet curious at how much is different. Terror, too, at once more not knowing anyone, having severed contact with many people as
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This leather bound tome can be found randomly in the Rising Sun, home of the Ascendant Dawn. In the kitchen, near the baths, or just sitting on the front desk, the owner of this diary seems to treat the adventuring companies headquarters as if it is her home. And perhaps in some ways, it is. The book is protected only by a small lock on the front cover, though it is the simplest of mechanical locks, easily opened by anyone with any skill, or even occasionally poping open on its own if jolted. The script inside starts off somewhat shaken at first, but becomes a little more flowing and elegant w
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The leatherbound journal appears well kept, it’s contents filled with notes and writings in both Eorzean and Xaelic handwriting. It would seem the original intent for the journal was to log crafting projects, yet the owner of this journal has used it for training notes and techniques, as well as personal diary entries. The most recent entry is marked with the date and number of the entry. Today proved eventful, more so than usual. The Combat Fields provided a challenge unlike anything I’ve experienced since coming to the realm. I believe it may serve as a benchmark: being able to t
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The penmanship in this curious little leather-bound journal appears messy as if the writer was shaken and stirred whilst in the process of putting her thoughts to paper. Some letters veer off far past their starting point, and some retain a semblance of balance and reason. "She's gone. Rosik is gone. My beloved wife is ... gone, I went on to my daily hunt and came back to an empty home. Not another soul to be seen, and she's been gone ever since. What's worse is that the beast has fallen silent since. I attended the grindstone, focused, but nothing came of it. It ... brought me back down so
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Somewhere in the Thanalan region In a rugged desolate terrain a lone black clad armored man travels it not looking the least bit affected by the heat. He travels a steady and quick pace with full confidence in his desired location, as he travels he removes a small sheet from his persons and reads it aloud to himself to affirm its contents once more "Alliance supply cache located at these coordinates, destroy this cache. How you do this is at your behest but should you be captured or fail do not expect any sentiments of loss from us, you will either die to their hands or ours." The
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"Sometimes there are things in this world that just shouldn't exist. I happen to be one of those" Chapter 0- Historical Records of the Lost (All events recorded this chapter are purely speculation, as this is the result of years of research with no firsthand knowledge) Since as far as we can remember, there have always been 2 types of Miqo'tes, Sun and Moon. As per ancient tradition, it is frowned upon for these two species to fall in love with one another. To give up tradition is to die, yet there are still some who refuse to fold. Today I, Folulu Folu, will unveil t
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Where to begin? I have always told myself that I don't have a gift with words. I've been accused of being philosophical, that's true. It's possible that I am. These pages might well prove that out. And in the absence of any stacks of paperwork to occupy my mind with, they're what little is left to me in the cold air of this silent room. Not totally silent. I hear the crackle of wood in the fireplace, the rain on the eaves, and this charcoal pen as it scratches over paper. I hear my own breaths, and footsteps scraping the path outside. These ears are a boon and a curse, but hearing
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Thunder drummed in the skies on what was meant to be such a sombre and calm day as snow fell gently but now rushed as the four winds of Eorzea threw about the fragile droplets of water, a cry could be heard from beyond the veil that could only be described as a Daemon from the Seventh Hell rushing to take its wrath on the surface. Light brewed in the deep dark crags of this snowy fixture as the raw power of electricity spat from what was called in hushed whispers as the "Void". It began with one single spark of a brilliant purple, soon transformed into something willed with dread with the puri
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Day 738 I have returned to Gridania. I never thought I would after all these years. My parting with father did not end well, but part of me wishes to see how he is doing. Acquisition of my high risk materials has come at a slower pace due to quite a number of law changes in Limsa. A shame, but I will make do. In the interim I have found a place where I can do my research in peace. I shan't list it here in fear of what may happen, but needless to say, it has much of what I need. For now, I resign myself to gathering information on what has changed in the
