The Shark-skin Covered Journal...

This is why Z isn’t a hero in-game as much versus in outside of game RP...I have no desire to pull those shenanigans with people in game. That said, could be fun to have him step up out of costume in those situations...:P

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Some salt about RP under the cut.

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Dream Journal 7

Aenc tyr

And now I can hardly remember the rest of the dream, dammit all.  Bright sunlight steaming down through breaks in the trees.  And that damnable tree was there too, darkness pouring from it as usual.

There were giggles and high-pitches laughter.  Those two words repeated again and again.

It’s fading faster this time.  Perhaps this really was just a dream.  The other two women, the blue-skins, were there as well.  And a voice, begging... open the gate?

I can’t remember any more. Aenc tyr

I need to borrow a few of the books from the library, I think…

Dream Journal 11

((Quickly scrawled on the top of the page in atrocious handwriting is what seems like notes Anafenza has taken during a very rushed research session…))

Vignesang house accused heresy – consorting with dragons     unnatural abbilities  no transformation allowed?  What mean?? House leader – mistress vignesang – tried at witchdrop   body not found – assumed guilty of heresy.  Rest of house now servants subsumed within Dzamael    

   Ishgard is full of records. While most literature concerning heretics and their stories were burned or just didn’t exist thanks to the War, records of trials and judgements?  Plenty.

Mistress Vignesang was tried on grounds of heresy shortly after one of Nidhogg’s raids on Ishgard some hundred years ago.  The woman had been seen on the top of her roof, screaming at the attacking dragons, within a maelstrom-like aura of darkness.  She was tried at Witchdrop – meaning they hurled her off a cliff.  If she lived, she’d have been considered guilty and struck down; if she died, she couldn’t have been in league with the dragons, and so would have enjoyed Halone’s blessing of pardon in death.

Seriously?  Who believes this shite??

They never found her body at the bottom, so it was assumed she transformed into some kind of beast and escaped.  Because of her guilt, the house was torn apart; surviving family members became servants to one of the great houses, Dzamael.  After that, no more record of the name exists.  Nothing outside of that judgement exists, either; whatever history the house had, it was destroyed.

No one at house Dzamael would speak to us.  We couldn’t even get past the door guard    Given our appearance, I’m sure we were immediately met with distrust despite the dragonsong war being done     Any hope of speaking with any descendents is a lost cause for now.

 Another dream – Again, the light-covered field.  More of the child-like laughter and calling those words again  Aenc Tyr   The sky was a ablaze with light, but there was no warmth from a sun.  It was not unpeaceful, and I awoke with the dawn feeling rested, but I write this to just continue to keep record for my own benefit.  I still do not hear the song the others hear, but even my own song – the vignesang’s song, for surely it was HER’S – has grown more faint.

We return to the tower tomorrow.  I don’t know about kiratai, but I should be glad to be away from this freezing hell

This Journal is Earning its Keep...

I don’t know if he felt the same way.  I know for me it was...odd?  To just hold a conversation with...some disinterest?  To not focus on his voice and just his words?

And to not act like anything happened, and yet for it to be apparent that it was not ok?  I think I make sense.  I know what I mean, shut up.

Lyta is Lyta.  That she has lovers has always been constant.  I wish I could know what it is about her.  But so does Kahlua.  Anzu.  Sasari.  Wicked white, even Kaoru now, they have someone they are seeing romantically.  Not sure why that bothers me...

What is it about me?  Why am I unlovable?  What do they see about me that I can’t see?  What is it about them that I cannot be?

Is it this scar?  Is Suzume right?  I killed that woman, and now I’m the monster?  And they all see it in me?

Streaks of ink and tears...

they were there and I walked in and I panicked and I just walked away to go read in peace

is it not enough that they banish me from their friendship.  but then they insist on taking my refuge from me as well?

i will give my gift this starlight and then i will not burden any of them any longer.  no one wants me here anyway

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Magus Musings: Week 1

We here at Mysterium have decided to try something new! Welcome to Magus Musings! To get our creative juices flowing (and yours!) we’ve decided to post a weekly FFXIV themed writing prompt. A new prompt will go live each Monday and you will have a week to respond with a drabble, short story, poem, letter, or anything, really. I know we said writing prompt, but if your muse wants a series of screenshots, then, by all means, do that. We want to see everything you come up with and get to know your characters a little better. 

This is open to all members of the FFXIV community not just those who are members of Mysterium. So, if a prompt strikes your fancy, get creative! Just don’t forget to use the tag #magusmusings! We want to see (and like and reblog) all of your amazing work!

Happy writing!

Conflux, Pt. 2

Anafenza awoke with a start. She blinked her eyes, looking around in confusion.  She wasn’t in her bed – the fact that she was dry gave that fact away, since she’d long ago submerged her cot in the tub to sleep in.  She slowly sat up, taking in her surroundings.

She could hear a steady drip from overhead, echoing through the space she was in.  Stalagmites and stalactites filled her view, so she knew immediately she was in a cave of sorts.  Turning her head more she saw and recognized a sight that made her think she was still dreaming.  Shrouded in darkness, a large tree choked out by a blood-red vine that disappeared among the branches.

“Jessika’s tree,” she murmured, half-asleep still.  “Am I still dreaming?”

“If you are, this is one helluva weird dream,” came a voice beside her.  Ana jumped, whipping her head around.  A blue-skinned woman sat up, blinking sleepily.  Her face was speckled with bright-blue spots, and her long blue hair fell down behind her and onto the ground.  She looked around, and Ana could see her pointed ears for a moment, reminding her of an elezen.  Though, this woman didn’t have the same lankiness to her; if anything, she was a blue hyur with pointed ears.  Yet, Ana thought, she seemed familiar…

“Where are we,” she asked, looking at Ana again.  “And why are you naked?”

Anafenza sighed and rolled her eyes.  “I’m always naked.  You still have clothes on, don’t worry.”

The other woman looked down and back up, nodding, then looked back around the space.  “Fair.  What is this place?”

“I’ve only ever seen it in my dreams,” Ana admitted, still looking around.  “I thought the tree represented my soul, and the vine was…a curse I had inherited.”

The blue woman’s eyes widened, and she gave a low whistle as she looked at the tree.

The two women sat in silence, not sure what to do next, not sure if they were dreaming or if this was real. Finally, Ana cleared her throat.

“Anafenza.”

The blue woman turned and looked at her in confusion.  “I beg your pardon?”

“My name,” she replied. “I’m Anafenza.  Or just Ana.”

The blue woman nodded in acknowledgement, then offered a hand to Ana.  “Jess.  Jessica St. Peter, but you can call me –“

“Jessiy,” came a third voice, and the two women turned to look as a third woman stepped from behind the tree.  Ana gasped – she was wearing black pants and a black top, the shoulders of which were white. A familiar arrow-shaped pendant was attached to her chest.  But most striking was her resemblance to Jessica: blue skin, bright blue spots, blue hair and eyes.  If not for the noticeable age difference, Ana would have guessed they were twins.

Jessica noticed the similarity too and gasped.  “How…who…who are you?”

The third woman took a breath, offering a small smile.  “Commander Jessica St. Peter.”

Anafenza and the first Jessica both went wide-eyed.  The second Jessica shrugged.

Finally, the first Jessica – the younger of the two – coughed a laugh.  “Well…if we’re not dreaming…what the hell is going on?”

You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.

Kid Cudi (via quotefeeling)

The Fiery Moon ( @eightswordsparrow ), the River Knight ( @stormscream ), and a Wizard, looking for some research materials within the Gubal Library.

“It’s weird how there’s such a big section just for romance novels? And. That it’s so close to the historical records?”