This is a bit of a drabble that introduces all my WOLs and how they all met! Enjoy!
Stepping out of the landing area as the young miqote hops out of the ship. Looking around at the stone walls as he goes through the wooden doors. The hint of the sea breeze hits the boy as his ears curled back for a second. He is unfamilar with the scent of the ocean. Across from Bullwark Hall, he noticed the crowd forming into the line as the guards slowly let them inside the Stateroom for the rememberance service.
As the space of the room starts to fill up with the citizens of the cities and adventurers from all over Eorzea. Amra felt like a can of sardines and feeling the suffocating lack of air and chattering. But the white noise halted and the feeling of relief that the crowd is at attention at Admiral Merlwyb herself.
“ Brothers and sisters of the sea, hearken unto me! Look upon this, our mighty crimson standard, and tell me your hearts do not swell with pride! Seven hundred summers have come and gone since our forefathers first ran aground in this fertile bay. In that time, guided by the Mother of Oceans, Limsa Lominsa has grown from humble fishing village to uncontested ruler of the five seas and beyond!”
As the boasting speech drowns the room and the crowd looks in awe at the Admiral. At the end of the speech rouses in a shouts of pride and joy. Motivation filled the hearts of the adventurers and the people of Limsa Lominsa. As too Amra felt moved from Merlwyb's beautiful words of pride and encouragement.
As everyone left after the service as same as Amra who left to the the recommendation from one of the citizens mentioning of The Drowning Wrench sits on a lone table at the Drowning. Amra did ask an order of tea. He didn't mind a good wine and accepts that choice. Then his ears perks up at a particular pitter patter, yet elegant footsteps. Looking up to see is the familiar pair of twins.
The young child steps in to finally introduce themselves and say. “If you'll permit me. Alphinaud.” The other twin also steps in and hesitantly follows suit. “…And my sister, Alisaie, at your service.” There was a bit of an awkward tension, but the boy continues to speak in a polite, yet there is an tone of condescending towards to him.”I saw at a glance that you were a fellow traveler.“ It quite rubs Amra the wrong way. Yet out of habit, he nods politely with a small smile.
“That I am, My name is Amra Tinuviel. A pleasure.”
With no time nor the room to speak into a small conversation about anything else. Alphinaud continues to explain to Amra. “As the Admiral mentioned in her address, Limsa Lominsa is plagued by two beast tribes. The first are the fishlike Sahagin, worshipers of the primal Leviathan. The second are the kobolds, who dwell beneath the earth, and take the primal Titan for their god.
As if the beast tribes' presence weren't troublesome enough, the Garleans have also chosen to erect a fortress right in the Lominsans' backyard and that is to say naught of internal strife. As a nation of pirates, there is no end to the blood feuds between the various factions. And while they fight amongst themselves, the Garleans whet their blades and watch.
If the Lominsans are to have any hope of withstanding the Empire, they must first resolve their own affairs. Differences must be set aside, and the primal threat dealt with once and for all.
To this end, I expect that they will soon take decisive action against the beast tribes. Mark my words, the Maelstrom standard will be drenched a deeper shade of crimson ere long. That a capable adventurer like you would be a valuable addition to their crew is beyond question."
Before Amra would have said anything about the boy's rambling of the lore of this land. A sharp bark of laugher on the corner of the bar as a stranger turns around and looks over at the miqote.
“Him? An adventurer? Hah! Don't make me laugh.”
Holding out the glass of wine with a smirk. The rosy cheeks, but yet the stranger keeps their composure. “I mean you expect a measly healer would change the course of this place? Hah! What a jest!”
Amra looks quite concerned and pondering if that Viera was even drunk. Meanwhile a Mauderer puts a hand on the Viera's shoulder and it was a Hrothgar who frowns upon the other and shakes their head in disapproval. Viera rolls their eyes with a huff and commenting.
“Oh it's one of the Mauderers. I've had my fill with you lot.” looking with a frown, but Feyre does the same and glares back.
The air became heavy for the white mage and feeling the awful anxiety in his heart. Meanwhile Alisaie was about to protest, but her brother stops them and clears his throat. “If you excuse us, my sister and I have our duties to attend to.” Amra nods and tries to smile. “Apologies if I didn't have any input.” The boy chuckles and shakes his head. “Oh that is nothing to be concerned about. I just wanted to share my expertise….unfortunately we have seem to over welcome our stay.” he glances at Raem, but the Viera let's our a huff and taking in a sip of his wine glass.
”May we meet again Amra and to you as well.” He nods at the hrothgar. The other finally spoke. “Feyre.” Well this surprised the boy, he wasn't the one to pry ones gender, but he accepts the name. “Thank you Feyre and Amra. We both shall be on our way.” As the two bows and Amra nods and waves farewell to the young twins. The two left to the Airship back to Uldah.
This whole conversation was just awkward and so the twins excuse themselves and mention to check over to the next city in Eorzea.
As the twins left the rest of the adventurers to their own. The three would have easily gone on their separate ways, yet Amra is intrigued and curious from the two. With a bit of courage he finally approaches to speak up. “So…how long have you two know each each other?” Raem rolls his eyes from the question, but gets a quick jab in response. “Oh well…for a couple of years. Not really a big of a deal I'm just here to do my scholar studies and they have been taking odd jobs. Funny that they are born to be an adventurer more.” Feyre sitting between the two boys as their glare softens over at Amra, yet they still look intimidating. “…I am part of a few guilds and taken jobs to survive.”
Amra looks concern, well knowing that Raem seems to be confident and comfortable of navigating around Limsa with a pocket of coin. The Viera sighs and taking a swig of wine. He might as well taken the whole bottle empty in seconds. After the sampling of wine as Amra orders a cup of tea. The viera continues to ramble. “I have tried to offer a place of stay, but they kept refusing.” The Hrothgar folds their arms in a huff. “I have my tent…I am satisfied with that.” Raem protests back. “Yet you walk through the rain like a wet cat without a parasol!” As the two bickers at each other, Amra's tea arrived. With a nod of thanks and takes in the familiar smell of scent. It was a cup of Doman Tea. His father did told stories from his many travels and he is quite excited and detailed from his findings. His thoughts broke as Amra perks up to hear Feyra calling him.
“Amra, What is your story?”
With a light chuckle as he sets the tea down and smiles at the two. “Well…where to begin?” He told about his story of his upbringing and leaving out certain little details that no one needs to know. His stories moves on into his start in a life as an adventurer and as a conjurer, but he has been having strange dreams and noticing the two looks at each other and letting the miqote to continue.
”So…there was this voice….this Crystal…calling out to me and I….Is there something I have said?”
The two who looked concerned and there are no shenanigans this time. “Well…I have the same voice in my dreams as well…there was a bright light…and that..crystal.” Feyre nods at the two. “Same to me as well.” As they exchange more of their dreams and strangely enough realizes that the three did have seen each other in their dreams while the Mothercrystal called out to them.
As the realization settles in that all three of them are chosen by the crystal. Drinking in silence and they all try to think of what else to do aside the usual adventuring and work.
There is an air of silence as the three take in their drinks and nothing really much to say. Then Amra had a thought…an idea struck his head.
“Hey….Since the three of us are having the same visions….Why don't we all travel together?”
The two look at each other, well knowing that the three have the same visions but strangely they have all gotten and the two have been bored doing the same routines, but yet meeting the Scions and Amra and even the twins we're fated to be.
Raem wanted more to do then just books and studying about magicks and has been eyeing out on a band of troupe that is planning to arrive in Limsa. Feyre does remember that several guilds we're interested in their work and might plan to take the opportunity to brush up their skills more.
The three agreed in approval of what they're going to plan as the three decided to work together as a band of adventurers.
Thus begins the tales of the “3” Warriors of Light.
Meanwhile A few hours later, the three are conversating at the Bismark and a lalafell steps over to their table with a warm greeting. “Hello! Apologies! I've heard that you have been getting the same dreams? Funny enough I have the same ones you all we're talking about it!” The three we're enjoying their meals and as they look at each other and knowing this is going to be a long day.
Meanwhile at the restaurant, the kitchen was bustling and barking orders while the oven and pans are sizzling to sweat down food and sauces. The food orders are flying in as the voice commanding the kitchen like a tight ship.
A tall Au ra perks up and hears the continuing conversation about plans and stories of the past from the nearby. A thought crossed his mind, but was by the head chef. With that he continues to work in silent and trying to finish his shift for the day.
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