19th Day of the Sixth Umbral Moon
The city-states of all Eorzea are abuzz with renewed vigor. Adventurers seem to be doubled in number and activity, and almost all of the excitement has naught to do with the pending Starlight Celebration, as strings of lights and trees begin to festoon sections of Limsa Lominsa.
The news has spread swiftly, though it came from distant Mor Dhona--treasure-seekers and brave valiants alike are flocking to the newly accessed Crystal Tower--an unnatural spire spearing unnatural heavens. The place has always filled me with a sense of ill-at-ease, and the mutterings within the tavern of The Drowning Wench has not eased my mood. Words of ancient technologies and old magicks belonging to the Allagan empire, and an arms race between our nation and the still-limping Imperial presence that persists dominate conversation.
I was not there for the assault on the Castrum that held the dread Ultima Weapon...but I had heard tales of the feat, and nothing beneficial can come from attempting entry to this tower. I know it. Still, excitement among some of those within my home city can't be silenced, even if I were to disengage my ears from my head at blade's edge...and I will likely be called to lend shield and sword to the cause. My heart sinks to the potentiality.
Other matters, too, command the attention of adventurers through the realm. New challenges arising from the Grand Companies as rumors of new dangers in Thanalan and the Haukke Manor in the Shroud. Continued recruitment for the lairs, labyrinths and keeps of the world, as fresh adventurers seek guidance, and seasoned warriors are sought and compensated for their aid...and again, whispers from the Primal threat, as the zealotry of the beastmen continues despite their repeated defeats.
...the beastmen...what is it that drives them so relentlessly? I've pondered how they earn such resolve, and I think a new opportunity to delve into the answer has presented itself. Word of a request has reached my ears during my wandering through the shoppes in Ul'dah of the need for an envoy. I had sworn it was the ramblings of a sun-baked buffoon until I had heard confirmation from the Eternal Flames themselves.
The Amal'jaa seek audience for relations.
Many have questioned the validity of their request. Still others have felt need to heighten security and patrol, arms ready just in case. But many others have stepped up and brought themselves to answer the request.
I seek to be among their number...perhaps in so doing to learn something about myself.
The city-states of all Eorzea are abuzz with renewed vigor. Adventurers seem to be doubled in number and activity, and almost all of the excitement has naught to do with the pending Starlight Celebration, as strings of lights and trees begin to festoon sections of Limsa Lominsa.
The news has spread swiftly, though it came from distant Mor Dhona--treasure-seekers and brave valiants alike are flocking to the newly accessed Crystal Tower--an unnatural spire spearing unnatural heavens. The place has always filled me with a sense of ill-at-ease, and the mutterings within the tavern of The Drowning Wench has not eased my mood. Words of ancient technologies and old magicks belonging to the Allagan empire, and an arms race between our nation and the still-limping Imperial presence that persists dominate conversation.
I was not there for the assault on the Castrum that held the dread Ultima Weapon...but I had heard tales of the feat, and nothing beneficial can come from attempting entry to this tower. I know it. Still, excitement among some of those within my home city can't be silenced, even if I were to disengage my ears from my head at blade's edge...and I will likely be called to lend shield and sword to the cause. My heart sinks to the potentiality.
Other matters, too, command the attention of adventurers through the realm. New challenges arising from the Grand Companies as rumors of new dangers in Thanalan and the Haukke Manor in the Shroud. Continued recruitment for the lairs, labyrinths and keeps of the world, as fresh adventurers seek guidance, and seasoned warriors are sought and compensated for their aid...and again, whispers from the Primal threat, as the zealotry of the beastmen continues despite their repeated defeats.
...the beastmen...what is it that drives them so relentlessly? I've pondered how they earn such resolve, and I think a new opportunity to delve into the answer has presented itself. Word of a request has reached my ears during my wandering through the shoppes in Ul'dah of the need for an envoy. I had sworn it was the ramblings of a sun-baked buffoon until I had heard confirmation from the Eternal Flames themselves.
The Amal'jaa seek audience for relations.
Many have questioned the validity of their request. Still others have felt need to heighten security and patrol, arms ready just in case. But many others have stepped up and brought themselves to answer the request.
I seek to be among their number...perhaps in so doing to learn something about myself.
