One heart beat.
The sound of wings flapping drowned out everything else.
Two.
The roar of the dragons overhead heading to Ishgard.
Three.
The stinging sensation in his right hand....scarred and useless.
Four...
Pyralis opened his violet eyes and stared into the small fire he had built for the many cold Coerthas nights. Dragons....so many and Ishgard was under siege. He had heard such rumors but to actually witness it from a far with his own eyes. He prayed that Halone herself would defend the innocent and smite the wicked.
The small tent he had built for himself was covered in the daily snowfall of Coerthas weather but at least it kept all his supplies from being ruined. It was so quiet out here now...a couple suns ago he had heard a commotion at the bird men camp as well as the roar of dragons. Bird men and dragons fighting brought a small smile to his lips. Cracked and frozen as they were it was still good to think of the Ixal being devoured by the massive beast.
Five heart beats now and you still can't channel your aether anymore.
The former bard's violet gaze drifted to his gloved right hand which he still hadn't regained function in. This trip was supposed to bring answers but all it did was confirm that war was coming. A war between a nation of arrogant Elezen who would watch her sister nations burn and dragonkin who probably followed some primal like the rest of the beast.
The next sun he'd travel deeper into the Highlands and hopefully get more answers as to the incoming second calamity. Instinctively he reached with his left hand into his vestments to lightly trace his only means of defense...a pistol. Why did he feel like such a coward whenever he touched the damn thing?
Six heart beats...have you forgotten your own words?
To protect all life wisely. Never give up your own life for frivolous reasons. Living is harder than dying. Pyralis let out a heavy pained sigh and nodded, the truth hurt.
Seven heart beats....Kiht?
The Keeper's voice came out over the pearl and suddenly he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Why the bloody hells was she out here when she herself warned him about coming? Why was she---she's stubborn and she is a Jakkya. That summoned it all up as to why she was out here in the frozen tundra. Before Pyralis even had a chance to respond he heard the pearl cut off. Panic, worry, run around screaming....none of these things would help.
Before he was a bard he was a slaver. He could track, he could hunt, he could find whoever it was he needed given a few bells. Kiht was in trouble and it was his obligation to protect all life at all cost. Without giving it so much as a second thought he packed his first aid kit, food, water, wine, potions, and spare bullets. Within half a bell he was already in hunter mode searching for the woman he....searching for Kiht. Ears to the floor and eyes to the sky...she couldn't be too hard to find...right?
The sound of wings flapping drowned out everything else.
Two.
The roar of the dragons overhead heading to Ishgard.
Three.
The stinging sensation in his right hand....scarred and useless.
Four...
Pyralis opened his violet eyes and stared into the small fire he had built for the many cold Coerthas nights. Dragons....so many and Ishgard was under siege. He had heard such rumors but to actually witness it from a far with his own eyes. He prayed that Halone herself would defend the innocent and smite the wicked.
The small tent he had built for himself was covered in the daily snowfall of Coerthas weather but at least it kept all his supplies from being ruined. It was so quiet out here now...a couple suns ago he had heard a commotion at the bird men camp as well as the roar of dragons. Bird men and dragons fighting brought a small smile to his lips. Cracked and frozen as they were it was still good to think of the Ixal being devoured by the massive beast.
Five heart beats now and you still can't channel your aether anymore.
The former bard's violet gaze drifted to his gloved right hand which he still hadn't regained function in. This trip was supposed to bring answers but all it did was confirm that war was coming. A war between a nation of arrogant Elezen who would watch her sister nations burn and dragonkin who probably followed some primal like the rest of the beast.
The next sun he'd travel deeper into the Highlands and hopefully get more answers as to the incoming second calamity. Instinctively he reached with his left hand into his vestments to lightly trace his only means of defense...a pistol. Why did he feel like such a coward whenever he touched the damn thing?
Six heart beats...have you forgotten your own words?
To protect all life wisely. Never give up your own life for frivolous reasons. Living is harder than dying. Pyralis let out a heavy pained sigh and nodded, the truth hurt.
Seven heart beats....Kiht?
The Keeper's voice came out over the pearl and suddenly he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Why the bloody hells was she out here when she herself warned him about coming? Why was she---she's stubborn and she is a Jakkya. That summoned it all up as to why she was out here in the frozen tundra. Before Pyralis even had a chance to respond he heard the pearl cut off. Panic, worry, run around screaming....none of these things would help.
Before he was a bard he was a slaver. He could track, he could hunt, he could find whoever it was he needed given a few bells. Kiht was in trouble and it was his obligation to protect all life at all cost. Without giving it so much as a second thought he packed his first aid kit, food, water, wine, potions, and spare bullets. Within half a bell he was already in hunter mode searching for the woman he....searching for Kiht. Ears to the floor and eyes to the sky...she couldn't be too hard to find...right?
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)
