It appeared as though for the first time in his young life, things were slowing down. Paranoia had already rooted itself deeply in the city-states within recent years, between the threat of the beast tribes growing day by day, and the stand-off with Garlemald to the east plucking away dangerously on an already tense wire. Though everyone went on with their days just as they always had, there was an air about Eorzea. Change was coming, and it would be coming soon. Endemerrin couldn't pin it, but something just wasn't the same. Even his companions were withdrawing to their respective homes. Adventure wasn't as appealing to them anymore as it had been in the past. Guildleves only went so far, so it wasn't long before he began hunting for other sources of excitement and coin. Becoming a bodyguard for the Mavanix family wasn't exactly his idea of excitement, but some good things came of it. He had more than a few interesting jobs within the field of work, fell in and out of love, and even made friends that would prove invaluable in the year to come. It soon became clear that it wasn't the lifestyle he could ever see himself falling in line with, though. He wasn't cut out for it. A life spent on the road had tailored him into nothing short of a true vagabond. An adventurer in every sense of the word. So he set out once again, eager to rekindle the flames that once illuminated his path.
Then came the changes. Dalamud, the hound of Mephina, began to glow an ominous red. Beasts across Eorzea began to grow in size and ferocity. The Beast Tribes and their attacks on the city-states threatened yet another war. Of course, an even larger threat stirred in the far north. The fifteen year stalemate had shattered and the flood gates had opened. The Garlean Empire once again began to push into Eorzea. Adventure was abundant as all manner of beast and threat emerged from all corners of the world. The Void itself seemed to tear asunder and pour forth monstrosities rarely seen anywhere in Eorzea. A loose alliance of adventurers was forged at the behest of Endemerrin, and they pushed onward into the unknown future, tackling each day as another notch on their belts. Endemerrin would even see himself enlisted within the Immortal Flames to assist in the war effort against Garlemald.
Though he did not see himself a millitary man, they clearly did as Endemerrin found himself holding an officer's commission before long. The world was falling apart around him, yet each day proved to be more exciting than the last. Where others would flee and hide, Endemerrin would charge forward into the unknown alongside his companions from the collective mind of adventurers known simply as the "Blue Skies". The volatile enviroment that was Eorzea proved to be an amazing source of experience, as well. Endemerrin's mastery of the Coeurlfist and Monkhood grew day by day after years of stagnation. The Dzemael Darkhold, the Aurum Vale, even the twisting tunnels of the Cutter's Cry were conquered in some way, shape, or form. Defense of the Hamlets against beastmen incursion became a regular occurance for the ragtag band of adventurers. Endemerrin even neared completion of forging his own pair of legendary Sphairai, having everything but it's aetheric infusion complete.
He was at the forefront as Eorzean plunged into a full-scale war with the Garlean Empire. Perhaps it was the deeply rooted affection he had garnered for the land that had so willingly adopted him. Perhaps it was the anger and anguish he had bottled up from the tragic event that had shattered his childhood deep within Garlemald. He drove on. Yet he never abandoned those close to him. Even if they had fallen, he would be there, ready to help them back onto their feet. If Eorzea were to fall, he would be there to the very end alongisde those he loved.
And so the Clarion Call went out. The VIIth Legion of Garlemald was massing on the Carteneau Flats to stage a final desperate assault against the Eorzean Alliance, all while Dalamud made it's final descent.
It was there that the final curtain was assumed to have dropped on Endemerrin's life.
Yet there were still many empty pages in his book.
Perhaps this story wasn't over just yet.
-Anonymous
Then came the changes. Dalamud, the hound of Mephina, began to glow an ominous red. Beasts across Eorzea began to grow in size and ferocity. The Beast Tribes and their attacks on the city-states threatened yet another war. Of course, an even larger threat stirred in the far north. The fifteen year stalemate had shattered and the flood gates had opened. The Garlean Empire once again began to push into Eorzea. Adventure was abundant as all manner of beast and threat emerged from all corners of the world. The Void itself seemed to tear asunder and pour forth monstrosities rarely seen anywhere in Eorzea. A loose alliance of adventurers was forged at the behest of Endemerrin, and they pushed onward into the unknown future, tackling each day as another notch on their belts. Endemerrin would even see himself enlisted within the Immortal Flames to assist in the war effort against Garlemald.
Though he did not see himself a millitary man, they clearly did as Endemerrin found himself holding an officer's commission before long. The world was falling apart around him, yet each day proved to be more exciting than the last. Where others would flee and hide, Endemerrin would charge forward into the unknown alongside his companions from the collective mind of adventurers known simply as the "Blue Skies". The volatile enviroment that was Eorzea proved to be an amazing source of experience, as well. Endemerrin's mastery of the Coeurlfist and Monkhood grew day by day after years of stagnation. The Dzemael Darkhold, the Aurum Vale, even the twisting tunnels of the Cutter's Cry were conquered in some way, shape, or form. Defense of the Hamlets against beastmen incursion became a regular occurance for the ragtag band of adventurers. Endemerrin even neared completion of forging his own pair of legendary Sphairai, having everything but it's aetheric infusion complete.
He was at the forefront as Eorzean plunged into a full-scale war with the Garlean Empire. Perhaps it was the deeply rooted affection he had garnered for the land that had so willingly adopted him. Perhaps it was the anger and anguish he had bottled up from the tragic event that had shattered his childhood deep within Garlemald. He drove on. Yet he never abandoned those close to him. Even if they had fallen, he would be there, ready to help them back onto their feet. If Eorzea were to fall, he would be there to the very end alongisde those he loved.
And so the Clarion Call went out. The VIIth Legion of Garlemald was massing on the Carteneau Flats to stage a final desperate assault against the Eorzean Alliance, all while Dalamud made it's final descent.
It was there that the final curtain was assumed to have dropped on Endemerrin's life.
Yet there were still many empty pages in his book.
Perhaps this story wasn't over just yet.
-Anonymous
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