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~1575 - Three years from the fall of Dalamud~
The weather had been mild, and the day long. As she finished her last preparations for the day to come, a women dressed in the simple, yet formal attire of a manager of inns and restaurants around Garlemald sighed. How long had it been since he was gone know? Would he even be coming back? Why was there no news at all about the project he had volunteered for those couple years ago? She knew the questions would go unanswered today, like many others had never been answered.
Still, she would not accept that her husband was dead. No, he must surely still be alive, somewhere. She would not believe it until she saw with her own eyes. What she could believe was that he was surely not in Garlemald. That, or the many detectives she had hired were incompetent buffoons. There may have been a truth in that last one. The government's posters that had advertised the project had been ripped from the streets and buildings they had littered just up to a few weeks ago. People had been silent, as if pretending the posters were never there in the first place. They were stubborn, like herself, and would not believe the government had sent people to their deaths. Unlike her, they would deny it had ever happened.Â
Eorzea. Some country to the West that was littered with resources the Empire wanted. It was said the people there were not as technically proficient. Using some form of magic in their every day lives instead of the mechanical tools she found strewn about her home. Magitek, in all its own wonders, did not always compare nicely to the aetherical abilities of people around Garlemald. It was what drew him in as well. Her husband. He, who was injured in combat when the Agrias invaded Eorzea, had sought to reenter the military, and had volunteered for some experimental project. It was foolish. They already had a life together, a daughter, business to run. But the war was still draining their resources. "Project Renatus" promised to pay nicely to all participants. A nice check was even allocated for those with families, to better support the lack of a person.
It was expected that he'd volunteer. Stupid man.Â
Even to this day, she couldn't understand how he could be so oblivious at times. They didn't need the money. He didn't need the war. Perhaps he couldn't see that. She had even watched him go. Enter the building. Their daughter watched as well, asking where he father was going. She didn't have a good answer.
~1576 - One Year Prior to the Events of A Realm Reborn~
She had hired another investigator. One that would search Eorzea. She knew not the person's name, or their affiliation, but it didn't matter any more. Her patience was tried. They daughter, old enoguh to run the family business herself. She was smart and reliable, like her mother, after all. If this investigator was useless as well, she'd travel there herself.Â
~1577~
There was a lead. Rumors.Â
It was at least something.
One of the investigators may not have been as useless as she'd initially assumed. There was someone in a city named "Ul'dah" that a man fitting the same description had been around. But-Â
"If he was fine, why wouldn't he have returned?" The first words to escape her thoughts from the news. There were enough spy networks to get around. She was trained in the military after all. It would be easy.Â
An Inevitable Search for the man Lydia med Tabern called her husband.
~1575 - Three years from the fall of Dalamud~
The weather had been mild, and the day long. As she finished her last preparations for the day to come, a women dressed in the simple, yet formal attire of a manager of inns and restaurants around Garlemald sighed. How long had it been since he was gone know? Would he even be coming back? Why was there no news at all about the project he had volunteered for those couple years ago? She knew the questions would go unanswered today, like many others had never been answered.
Still, she would not accept that her husband was dead. No, he must surely still be alive, somewhere. She would not believe it until she saw with her own eyes. What she could believe was that he was surely not in Garlemald. That, or the many detectives she had hired were incompetent buffoons. There may have been a truth in that last one. The government's posters that had advertised the project had been ripped from the streets and buildings they had littered just up to a few weeks ago. People had been silent, as if pretending the posters were never there in the first place. They were stubborn, like herself, and would not believe the government had sent people to their deaths. Unlike her, they would deny it had ever happened.Â
Eorzea. Some country to the West that was littered with resources the Empire wanted. It was said the people there were not as technically proficient. Using some form of magic in their every day lives instead of the mechanical tools she found strewn about her home. Magitek, in all its own wonders, did not always compare nicely to the aetherical abilities of people around Garlemald. It was what drew him in as well. Her husband. He, who was injured in combat when the Agrias invaded Eorzea, had sought to reenter the military, and had volunteered for some experimental project. It was foolish. They already had a life together, a daughter, business to run. But the war was still draining their resources. "Project Renatus" promised to pay nicely to all participants. A nice check was even allocated for those with families, to better support the lack of a person.
It was expected that he'd volunteer. Stupid man.Â
Even to this day, she couldn't understand how he could be so oblivious at times. They didn't need the money. He didn't need the war. Perhaps he couldn't see that. She had even watched him go. Enter the building. Their daughter watched as well, asking where he father was going. She didn't have a good answer.
~1576 - One Year Prior to the Events of A Realm Reborn~
She had hired another investigator. One that would search Eorzea. She knew not the person's name, or their affiliation, but it didn't matter any more. Her patience was tried. They daughter, old enoguh to run the family business herself. She was smart and reliable, like her mother, after all. If this investigator was useless as well, she'd travel there herself.Â
~1577~
There was a lead. Rumors.Â
It was at least something.
One of the investigators may not have been as useless as she'd initially assumed. There was someone in a city named "Ul'dah" that a man fitting the same description had been around. But-Â
"If he was fine, why wouldn't he have returned?" The first words to escape her thoughts from the news. There were enough spy networks to get around. She was trained in the military after all. It would be easy.Â
An Inevitable Search for the man Lydia med Tabern called her husband.
