Dalamud's Wrath--Aftermath (Open)

[Kylin]

((OOC: Exactly like the Dalamud Cometh thread. Please feel free to post the aftermath of the Full Cold Moon event here ^^. For some, this may be their official exit story until ARR. For others, it could be a pre-exit story.))

 

Somewhere in Coerthas, under a cloudy sky where Dalamud lingers ominouslyâ¦

 

Kylin remained unconscious, sprawled out on the grassy field with slightly tattered clothes. Some blood covered his face and even more, not necessarily his own, covered his shredded clothing. A chocobo caravan slowly approached the injured hyur, the occupant in the back of the carriage leaping off before it even reached the young man.

 

âMy darling son!â Cartius wasted no time running to his sonâs unconscious side, cradling him in his arms. He didnât seem bothered by his son's blood getting onto his own elegant red and white robes. The Felstar patriarch began to weep softly as he rocked his son back and forth in his arms, unwavering to the dirt beneath him which only further dirtied his expensive robes. The driver of the carriage and a single other occupant, obviously an attendant, rushed to their masterâs side. The two hyur stood in shock at the scene.

 

Cartius gently stroked his sonâs bloodied face, tears streaming down the patriarchâs cheeks. âHow could this have happened. Oh, my darling boy. Donât die on me. You deserve the world. I shouldnât have waited so long for us to leave this gods-forsaken land. You deserve a better father. Iâm going to be a better father. So donât leave me.â

 

One of the attendants glanced over his shoulder as a small group, three in number, of Garlean soldiers slowly approached the caravan. Their eyes widened in terror. They wasted no time dashing off in the direction of Ishgard, showing no regard for their master or his fallen son. Cartius issued a quick glare at the two men, shouting at them. âCome back! Help my son you cowards!â

 

Cartius returned his attention to his son as the Garleans approached the two. The Felstar patriarch continued gazing lovingly at his unconscious son, the manâs ruby ring beginning to glisten faintly as the Garleans slowly approachedâ¦

 

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Vertigo dashed quickly through Coerthas, following the caravanâs trail. The masked miqoâte had seen the meteor strike near the galaâs location and feared the worst. She hadnât even had time to stop Cartius from heading in that direction as soon as he learned that Garleans were spotted marching toward the area. In the distance, she could spot the stopped caravan. She dashed with more determination toward it.

 

As she approached it, Cartius came into view. Along with him, she could see Kylin lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious. A sense of dread overcame the miqoâte as she hurried to them. The small pile of dead Garleans, their bodies seeming scorched badly, made her stop in her tracks, unsure how to react at first. Shaking off the surprise, she approached her masters. âLord Cartius! Is heâ¦?â

 

Cartius carefully scooped his son into his arms and carried him to the caravan, gently placing him into the carriage as he spoke. âHeâll survive. My boy needs proper medical attention quickly though. Can you drive us back to Ishgard?â

 

Vertigo nodded, quickly hopping up into the driverâs seat as Cartius climbed into the back with his son. The carriage began itâs journey back to the city, leaving behind the Garlean bodies. Kylin stirred faintly, muttering in an almost inaudible and weary voice. ââ¦Gerikâ¦â

 

âRest my son,â Cartius spoke in as soothing a voice he could muster. âWhen you awake, weâll be somewhere safe. Vertigo, when we get to the cityâ¦gather the family and prepare the ship. We leave Eorzea immediately.â