((Feel better! And quick OOC question: Is Ruin looking for Warrior's of Light-grade adventurers, or "regular" adventurers? I think a lot of us RP as regular people/adventurers, but not blessed by the Echo or Hydaelyn.))
Theory on the workings of a primal summoning was common knowledge to Franz. At least, shouldn't they be? There were at least three sources of information he could use that he knew of.
The first being what he'd learned in the Garlean army. Every soldier who'd been a part of the battle at Silvertear Lake had been debriefed on the repercussions of that night.Â
The second being his own battle with Ifrit, which had left him in that bloody unstable state when the experimentation facility had decided he was no longer of use, having been the only survivor of the attack on Ifrit. The artificial aether reserves project had been deemed a failure, even if the men sacrificed had done what was expected.Â
Lastly, there was the Eorzean knowledge of the primals, as learned by a certain Duskwight's memories he could rely on.Â
A combination of the three gave a good understanding. Looking at some of the papers, there was a further....curiosity. The last time he'd gotten this close to a primal, he'd nearly died. But he wasn't with a group of fellow Garleans. This would be a group of aether-knowledgeable Eorzeans. And none of them would need to know his nationality as long as the eye glamour stayed on.
"Taking the life-energy away from a primal then? I'm not an adventurer in any sense of the word, but I've have my share of battles." He stared at the Roegadyn a little, a morbidly curious grin on his face. "And what of the tempering?"
Theory on the workings of a primal summoning was common knowledge to Franz. At least, shouldn't they be? There were at least three sources of information he could use that he knew of.
The first being what he'd learned in the Garlean army. Every soldier who'd been a part of the battle at Silvertear Lake had been debriefed on the repercussions of that night.Â
The second being his own battle with Ifrit, which had left him in that bloody unstable state when the experimentation facility had decided he was no longer of use, having been the only survivor of the attack on Ifrit. The artificial aether reserves project had been deemed a failure, even if the men sacrificed had done what was expected.Â
Lastly, there was the Eorzean knowledge of the primals, as learned by a certain Duskwight's memories he could rely on.Â
A combination of the three gave a good understanding. Looking at some of the papers, there was a further....curiosity. The last time he'd gotten this close to a primal, he'd nearly died. But he wasn't with a group of fellow Garleans. This would be a group of aether-knowledgeable Eorzeans. And none of them would need to know his nationality as long as the eye glamour stayed on.
"Taking the life-energy away from a primal then? I'm not an adventurer in any sense of the word, but I've have my share of battles." He stared at the Roegadyn a little, a morbidly curious grin on his face. "And what of the tempering?"
