23rd day of the Sixth Umbral Moon
I'm not sure why I felt the need to pay such attention to my armour. I was not standing audience with Admiral Bloefhiswyn, nor was I at parade. Still, I was compelled to ensure my equipment passed muster.
I was due to speak with the head of the Amalj'aan Brotherhood of Ash.
I was given a brief by an officer of the Immortal Flames of the situation, as reports from other adventurers of the realm had spread to their ears. This particular clan was a splinter group from the rest of their kind, and had labeled them as heretic. Their apparent holy land, referred to as Zahar'ak, has become flush with the beastmen that worship Ifrit, and the Grey Ash seek to drive them from their holdings. Adventurers of capable arm and mind were to report to an area just south of Zahar'ak to offer aid to the Ash crusade as a form of diplomatic goodwill.
Goodwill. To the beastmen. The fall of Dalamud has rattled more minds than I anticipated. Still, things must be desperate if a prideful nation like Ul'dah is willing to entertain thoughts of diplomacy.
I set out for the camp tomorrow. Tonight, I rest and drink in Ul'dah to stay as far removed from the withering desert sun as long as possible. I will ensure my wits remain mine own, as it would be poor form to represent the crimson standard of the Maelstrom with my brain pickled and my eyes bleary...but then, the music and raucous debauchery inherent of this city is infectious, and I make no guarantees...
I'm not sure why I felt the need to pay such attention to my armour. I was not standing audience with Admiral Bloefhiswyn, nor was I at parade. Still, I was compelled to ensure my equipment passed muster.
I was due to speak with the head of the Amalj'aan Brotherhood of Ash.
I was given a brief by an officer of the Immortal Flames of the situation, as reports from other adventurers of the realm had spread to their ears. This particular clan was a splinter group from the rest of their kind, and had labeled them as heretic. Their apparent holy land, referred to as Zahar'ak, has become flush with the beastmen that worship Ifrit, and the Grey Ash seek to drive them from their holdings. Adventurers of capable arm and mind were to report to an area just south of Zahar'ak to offer aid to the Ash crusade as a form of diplomatic goodwill.
Goodwill. To the beastmen. The fall of Dalamud has rattled more minds than I anticipated. Still, things must be desperate if a prideful nation like Ul'dah is willing to entertain thoughts of diplomacy.
I set out for the camp tomorrow. Tonight, I rest and drink in Ul'dah to stay as far removed from the withering desert sun as long as possible. I will ensure my wits remain mine own, as it would be poor form to represent the crimson standard of the Maelstrom with my brain pickled and my eyes bleary...but then, the music and raucous debauchery inherent of this city is infectious, and I make no guarantees...
