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FFxivWrite 2022 FFxivWrite22 Masterpost Prompt #18: (you pick!) Barbariccia Arena of hair; it’s gross Just let me clear it

I think I might start going outside and live there, since it’s getting warmer out and I am fitting less and less inside here. I’m only like a hands-width from the ceiling. Of course, my hand’s a little big, so it seems closer, but I should probably get out soon.

Seventh Umbral Era, Six Moons after the Fall of Dalamud A young man with dark hair that was tied and reached mid-back was walking through the Black Shroud. He wore a cloak as green as the grass he walked on and held a staff with a crook in the end with an orb held inside. A satchel hung loosely off of his shoulder, its contents unknown to all but him. [Certainly looks like an Elven Forest...] The man spoke out loud, seemingly to no one. The man had traveled a small distance on foot from where he began. Along the way he had made many observations about his surroundings, finding them to be familiar and yet not. The air felt different to them as well. Eventually, this man had come across a small settlement just along the trodden road. He approached a sign just a ways before and attempted to decipher it. The sign read “Bentbranch Meadows”. The man furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin, perplexed by the characters on the sign. [Odd... I do not recognize these letters.] “There they are, they finally made it!” A gruff voice called out to the man. The wanderer turned his attention to the one calling out to him. It was a Roegadyn, dressed in ragged and worn clothing, a farmer no doubt. “Yer from th' Conjurer's Guild, eh?  We need yer help.” The Roegadyn beckoned the man to follow with the wave of his hand. The scholar stood there, confused on what he was told. He did understand the motion the farmer was giving him and he followed after them. [That is no Elf.] He uttered as he adjusted his glasses. The day becoming much more interesting for him. The farmer guided him through the settlement, speaking in a tongue the traveler had not heard before. He was seeing things he had never seen before as well. Namely the giant crystal looming in the center of the area. What was its purpose? Eventually he was taken to a field of withering and wilting crops where several others were gathered. “We've got our Conjurer. Let's hope it's not too late.” The Roegadyn addressed his fellow farmers. “About time.” An Elezen spoke up. “They can tell us what's going on.” The Lalafell spoke. “Well, Midlander, get to it.” The female Highlander addressed the stranger. The Roegadyn turned to the mage. “Er, don't mind 'em. Times're pretty tough right now.” The man tilted his head, uncertain about what was trying to be conveyed to them. He approached the field of crops and knelt down to check the land. He discovered that some of the land was dry, some of it also bore a strange feeling as well. In fact, everything had felt strange that day. Some had even shown signs of disease. Perhaps a bit of water could fix this issue. Not immediately but enough to soak the land. He assumed these farmers were not providing enough nourishment for the soil. He would then tell them about their crops that were touched by disease. The “Conjurer” returned to the farmers before he turned to their field. “Well? Are they mad or somethin’?” The Lalafell piped up. The mage raised his staff and the orb in the crook began to glow. He then waved his staff, pointing it towards the field. Silence. The farmers looked to the fields, to the man, and then around. “Did it work?” The Elezen asked out loud. [Nothing happened?] The magic-user looked to his staff, befuddled. He raised his staff one more time, repeating the motions, only this time he held onto a light blue crystal he pulled from his bag. The sound of rushing water could be heard behind everyone. The Highlander turned her head and paled at what she saw. The rest soon followed with mixture of surprise, fear, and shock. A wall of water had formed behind them and was in the process of falling on them. The mage was the last one to turn to see the wave. [I believe I have made an error.] He uttered as the wave crashed down on all of them and the crops.

He fucking sprung off that couch and I screamed i was so surprised....

FFxivWrite 2020 Prompt #18: Panglossian Masterpost The world was beginning to fade around X’unmei and her limbs were going numb. The cool crisp of autumn’s evening bit into her skin, and she could feel the wetness of blood around her aching wound. But the last lingering, fleeting remnants of the sunset’s light on the cusp of horizon were so beautiful. The birds sounded so cheery as they concluded their songs to wish the world good night. At least nothing would hurt anymore. At least things wouldn’t be so hard anymore. And the animals of the Twelveswood who found her would fill their bellies, and the flowers that grew where she rested would grow a little taller. There was so much left to smile about, if she could only find the strength. @which-can-eternal-lie​