“Break my own moral code?” Destiney frowns as she looks away. She takes a few steps towards the door before pacing back to where she started from. Her stance uneasy as she ponders her answer to the question. Closing her eyes for a moment of time as she decides. Her blue eyes conflicted as she finally opens her eyes again.
“I swore I’d never kill again. People that is. Swore when I became a healer that I would help rather then harm. But… If those I love or care deeply about are threatened… I think I would be able to find the strength to break that to save their lives. I would rather give up another piece of my soul to save them.” She looks away uncomfortably. Her voice drops almost to a whisper as she adds one final thing. “What is a bit more blood on my hands for the sake of those I love.”
“Moral Code? As in my honor code as a Knight?” Lance taps a finger against his chin in thought. He shakes his head before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “That would difficult indeed. It would have to be something fairly world shattering to make me forsake my code.”
“Although…” He takes a seat in a nearby chair, leaning back so it sits on two legs as he speaks. “Watching innocent people being threatened by authority or those in higher power might as well. As much as I would hate to bring shame to my family name or that of Haillenarte… I think they would eventually forgive me if I sacrificed honor in the name of doing what is right. As much as I would hate to bring shame to Haillenarte when I am trying to do my part to help restore them.”
Limsa Lominsa 1. Does your character enjoy the sea? 2. How does your character feel about piracy? 3. Is your character adventurous?
Ul’dah 4. Is your character a royalist or monetarist? (Do they side with the crown or the syndicate?) 5. How does your character feel about the influx of Ala Mhigan refugees? 6. How important is wealth to your character?
Gridania 7. Does your character enjoy nature? 8. Is your character suspicious of new people? 9. How well does your character treat animals?
Ishgard 10. Is your character religious? 11. How does your character view outsiders? 12. Is your character aware of the disparity between the rich and the poor in some city-states? How do they feel about it?
Sharlayan 13. How important is formal education to your character? 14. Is your character secretive? 15. How does your character view magic?
Ala Mhigo 15. Is your character easily intimidated? 16. Tell me one (or more) things your character resents. 17. How would your character react if they discovered a likeable acquaintance was Garlean? Violently? With suspicion? Or would they ignore it altogether?
Thavnair 18. How does your character view alchemy? 19. Do you think your character would cope well under the scathing heat of the desert for a few weeks? 20. Does your character trust Alchemy or Magic more?
Garlemald 21. How domineering is your character? 22. Does your character have a mean streak? 23. How obedient to authority is your character?
So I realized I keep mentioning these people in Dest‘s backstory but I never remember to share pictures even though I totally created them all on varying servers.
Left to Right starting with the top row:
Leonceault (Leon) Chassebel, Ricard Starkweather (Uncle), Moon Dove
(I might have missed this before now. XD Oops. Sorry if this was sent a bit ago. Just seen it now.)
“Of course I believe in Karma. I am not perfect though so I’m sure I’ll pay in time for any mistakes I’ve made.” She says with a warm smile. That smile dulls a bit before her next words. “I still pay for some of them in fact though things have gotten better. I’ll just keep trying my best to be a better person then I used to be.”
“Karma? Not really. Halone and her divine justice? Most definitely.” He answers casually with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Unless karma is something the Goddess is dishing out I do not believe in it. I do my best not to disgrace the Fury. Or House Haillenarte.”
(Here we go again~! Only cause I’m not sure I’ll have time to do this if I wait. At least not until Monday. An I really wanted to do one. So write away my Desty. Also I changed the look of my tumblr as well as added a sort of profile page for Destiney and Lancefer. 😀 Yay me. Progress. I am a good mun. An @onidephor I hope Raiden’s happy. 😛 Freaking Dest out like that.)
I was running late for the gathering at Forgotten Springs. I took far too long fussing with that silk. I really should not make bets while drinking. Felix finally decided this week would be the time for me to wear it. So thankfully by the time I arrived most people were busy talking to other people already. I was not sure how the silk an water would mix so I took a seat on the dock.
Konner came over to talk to me for a little while. It was mostly just small talk. Asking me how I was an such. A few things of what I enjoyed. I think mostly making sure I was doing alright. I appreciate the concern. Eventually Konner wandered off to check on other people at the gathering or something. I can not recall.
Eventually Nate finished his conversation with Neiven and came up to sit beside me. He commented on how I looked. I could not help but fuss with the silk an blush like some stupid maiden. Ugh. How is it I can think an behave two different ways? I mean I know I have the figure for the outfit but I still felt like… Like this outfit was something Leon would have enjoyed making me wear. I wanted to hide my burning face.
Raiden did not help matters any. Not. One. Bit. PEST! Oni was busy with Aimee and Felix but that did not stop Raiden in his aether form from pestering me. I do not think Nate could see him. An Raiden was being far too touchy feely. He kept trying to get a view under that silk. When I tried to thwart him, he just perched on Nate’s shoulder an looked down at my chest… Pervert…
Dinner came and went. It was a hotpot dinner? I think that is what Rhisi called it. It was a quiet night though. Raiden made no moves despite me wearing that outfit again. Thank the Twelve. I spent most of the dinner making small talk with Nate. We did not have any guests for a change.
Our mid-week mission… Wow…
We went out to the Churning Mists to collect stuff from Wind Sprites in the area. Rhisi hoped we could find a way to counter whatever was done to the golems using them. Since in the elemental wheel Earth is weak to Wind. So out we went.
Of course things did not go entirely smooth as usual. Dragons and all. An not the friendly kind. Remnants of Nidhogg’s Brood probably. I can not say for sure since I was not going to try asking an angry dragon why it was attacking us. Though we did manage to collect enough to work with plus one extra. Just in case. Hopefully it will be enough to reverse the tampering that was done.
We encountered a strange treasure coffer in the middle of the road as we finished. Of course it was trapped. Why not. We subdued the monsters lured by the trap only for a portal to appear. A few of the group were unsure about seeing where it lead. Rhisi has said she had heard mention of these portals before. Some place called the Aquapolis. So we ventured inside. It was a fascinating area I wish I could have explored more.
We found a treasure coffer in the middle of a spacious room. Of course it was trapped. A coffer in the middle of a room untouched. Definitely trapped. Two gates opened an we dealt with the monsters the trap had unleashed upon us. It left us with two choices. Left or Right. Two doors. No idea if either was trapped or not. We tried going left but it was the trapped door of course. So much for that. The trap threw us back out into the Churning Mists. Rhisi called an end to our adventures for one night, assigning Quarcy to help me figure out a way to reverse the tampering.
We returned to the house. I went to my room to change back into the silks of the thavnarian outfit. Well at to drop off the stuff we gathered tonight as well. I went back out to see if I could find Quarcy. He had gotten sick while we were in the Churning Mists. I could tell the signs. I knew them all too well. Something was bothering him. Something as bad as my own memories of Castrum Occidens. I wanted to make sure he was okay.
I found Quarcy hiding in a corner. I asked him if he was okay an he deflected the question trying to assure me he was okay. I sort of expected that answer. I put a hand against his head, his skin was so cold. I tried again to ask him about his current state only to give up an attempt to let it go at that. So I suggested we could begin our work on those cores. I figured maybe instead I could at least take his mind off things.
Well maybe. I decided to kindly mention once we were in the privacy of my room that I knew the way he felt. I knew how badly a traumatic moment could shake a person when returning to the place or something similar. Our conversation got to be a bit jumbled between the discussion of the cores and what was bothering him. He slowly began to open up. Asking me if things ever got better. I told him I was still dealing with my own problems but time an the people I care about having given me the strength to keep pushing. To find a path in the right direction. Healing is no overnight process. An for everyone it is different.
He asked me to go with him. He wanted to show me something. Since we were making no process on the cores I agreed. He was too distracted to work an I wanted to know. I wanted to be there for him. Even if listening an sympathizing with him was the only thing I could do. Sometimes it helps just to know there is someone who cares.
He could have at least warned me we were going somewhere extremely cold so I could have put on my gear instead of that soft silk. I was freezing when he teleported us to Falcon’s Reach. Thankfully I had my grabbed my bag so I could throw on my coat, boots, and gloves. At least now I wouldn’t completely freeze as he showed me what he wanted to show me.
The Orphanage and the graves of those he had lost in Coerthas. Mabs’ grave at the Burning Wall. He opened up to me on the reasons Churning Mist brings back such bad memories and made him ill. An gave me more reason to dislike House Dzemael other then some of my family in Ishgard serving them. I was glad he opened up to me and shared some of his pain. I feel like I am beginning to understand Quarcy a bit better. An I tried to make him think of himself as more important then he believes. He is such a smart guy an a good person. No matter what he has suffered. He should not feel like he is worthless or has no real place.
We returned to the house after. However it was late an I needed rest. The cores could wait. Helping Quarcy was more important. I was glad to see him doing better.
I seem to be doing a good bit of that lately. First with Nate and then with Quarcy. I guess my own stupidity choices helped with something. I’m learning how to help others who have also had something pretty bad happen. In a way I guess it is a good thing. I am a healer after all. Who is to say I can’t help with the mental besides just the physical.
I was too tired to change my clothes. So I fell asleep in the silk thavnarian clothes. The next morning… By the Twelve… Raiden!
I thought something felt off. I was drowsy from being up so late. But something woke me from slumber. I blinked with eyes not quite adjusted to the morning light. I looked down at my legs where something felt off. I screamed an scrambled to get away. Raiden! Freaking me out that early in the morning. Seeing a big fat tentacle of aether just draped over my legs… Just sprawled there… Like it was no big deal… I hope no one else heard my screams. Both my screams of panic before I realized what was going on an the screams at Raiden as I kicked him out of my room. The nerve of him! Twelve save me… He better pray to Halone to protect him if he tries anything like that again. I am pretty sure my face was as red as it could possibly be. Just what in the world had he done while I was sleeping?! Pervert!
((*happy squeal* So I finally made some much needed decisions for Lance. @onidephor helped me with the inspiration as she told me details about Raiden’s backstory. An well those choices lead to a scuffle between our Ishgardian boys last night. 😀 Took us most of the evening since the first attempt was thwarted by a couple of FC members. XD An well since Lance is not exactly the journal writing type… I’m do a sort of post of his day after the scuffle. He might not be up to Heavensward yet but it was not exactly needed last night anyways. 😀 Thanks for the practice in writing for a fight, Oni. ^_^ I had a ton of fun last night.))
Waking up the next day was hell. Lance did not want to leave that borrowed bed in the guest room at the Order’s house. Everything hurt. Mostly just aches. The worst of the injuries had been handled with the elixir Raiden had given him from the medical ward. Though he had somewhat lied to Raiden that nothing was broken. He knew the bone in his lower left arm had fractured from that blow he had foolishly tried to block with his shield gone. As well as at least one rib had broken. Every breath had been like fire after it had happened. But pride made him brush it off as minor.
He was still unsure why he even agreed to come back here with Raiden. He looked around the room to find where he had dropped his armor the night before falling into bed exhausted. The one gauntlet was heavily damaged from his foolish maneuver. The chainmail would need fixed on the right arm. An of course there was a tear on the left leg of his pants. His favorite damned pants… Plus he would have to replace his sword and hope to either find his forgotten shield or replace it as well. Maybe he was really touched in the head after that fight. The only thing undamaged was his greaves. It was at least one small mercy.
Of course there was also the heavy bruises on his torso and left arm. There was no way he could have returned last night. He poked softly at the bruises on my side with a grimace. The elixir had definitely helped but he still looked like someone had beaten the hell out of him. This would definitely had raised numerous questions had he gone home. None of which he could honestly answer. Not if he wished to keep his cousin from harm.
He had fought the purple-eyed aevis an lived. Granted he had totally lost completely. He had never even stood a chance. He realized it the moment Raiden had decided to show him his true strength. Lance laughed wryly. He had been foolish to think he could kill Raiden. An yet… Even though Raiden knew Lance was trying to kill him… He had still shown mercy when Lance was beaten. To think he had survived the terrible night of Steel Vigil’s fall only to encounter a ghost of the past an face him down in a fight. Just to lose. Lance leaned back against the wall with a sigh.
It was going to be a long day… He pushed off that wall finally an left the Order of the Sword and Rose behind. His mind still drifting between Raiden and his cousin. To think she spent time around such a man. He just hoped Raiden’s dark past would not drag her down. He would continue to do his best to keep the hounds from finding the truth. She was family an he would not let her suffer for an old man who was too foolish to see beyond outdated thinking. Ha. As if he was one to talk as he shook his head. He had thought what he was doing was right. Maybe he had needed sense beat into him. Challenging Raiden had gone from wanting to kill the man to a competition between A Bell and A Rose.
He was conflicted. However we still went about securing repairs to his armor and replacing what needed replaced. His new sword was not the same as the old but it would work. Better then trying to wield or repair the one he had shattered last night in his fight. Thankfully no one would see the bruises once he was dressed in armor once more. The chainmail covered all them. Now he could at least head to Skyfire Locks to report for duty later in the day. No one would know any better that he, a Hallienarte Knight, had been bested by a former Durendaire Dragoon. Not that he could even begin to explain things to anyone. Better left between him and Raiden. He was even still confused on how Raiden was even still alive.
He paused an took a deep breath of that frigid Coerthas air as he arrived at Camp Dragonhead. One glance towards the office where Haurchefant had once been. He had never known the man personally. He wished he could have. That was two honorable knights now that had died, sacrificing themselves for the greater good. War was never pretty. He was glad Ishgard was slowly moving on past the war. His feet crunched through the snow as he walked south towards his post. He would have all evening to dwell on thoughts.
A grin crossed his lips. Maybe he should keep touch with Raiden. Foolish as the idea was. Keep tabs on the man an his cousin at the same time. As well as maybe get some much needed work on his sword skill. He had felt truly alive in that fight the night before. No one had given him quite the challenge Raiden had. Not since he had been a fresh faced novice at Steel Vigil. As much as part of him hated the idea of even thinking that way of someone who had once been tried as a heretic… Maybe it was a way to help make a difference for Hallienarte. To be as noble an tough as Lord Chlodebaimt. Ishgard was changing. Why couldn’t he? A laugh escaped him as he shook his head at the thought. One step at a time.
Spooky All Saints’ Wake costumes. First three are from Faerie cause my co-worker had a party with friends last night. Adel’s costume of choice was Sailor Uranus. Though she had the more spooky look as well. The new top went very well with the healer’s yafemi gear.
Then we have Lance who did not seemed to be overly amused at first at being tossed into this holiday. Karigan who looks like she just wants to be an adorable wicked. An Destiney who looks like a succubus.
Plus one bonus image of a shirtless Duskie, Leera. ❤ @onidephor
”Night time. Definitely. Granted night makes it harder for reading unless you have a light. But then the light ruins the chance at staring up at the stars in the sky. I much prefer being able to look up at the starry sky. Something about it I find soothing. It is something I find myself doing especially when I find I cannot sleep because the nightmares will not allow it. Though more often lately I have been able to enjoy them without the nightmares giving me the reason to. It reminds me of nights with Leon. Just sitting with him under the stars as being near him helped me fall back to sleep.”
“Sunset or Sunrise. Both are particularly beautiful settings. Watching the sky shade through different colors as the time changes. Knowing that a day is either ending or beginning. Either alone or with company is fine. Though the solitude is sometimes very much welcome after a hard day of patrols.”
“I do not like liars. Not a single bit. If you can not be honest to my face how can I trust anything you say? I would much rather someone be honest then lie to me. I do not care how painful the truth might be. If you can not be truthful then say nothing rather then lie to me. If you lie an I find out you better have a good reason to explain why.“
“Sometimes lies are a necessary evil. Not one I advocate without reason mind you. There better be a damned good reason to lie to a person. Like if the lie might protect the person from harm. As I find myself doing to protect my cousin. I would never lie without good reason. I value my honor as a knight an wish to serve House Haillenarte in the best way possible. To lie without good cause would besmirch that honor. At least in my eyes it would.”
Spirit of the Warlock 