#quick post!

Along the Western horizons of Vylbrand and Limsa Lominsa, a dark storm gathers in the distance. Inky clouds and darkening mists veil whatever lies beyond the storm — one that seems to be locked in place and never-ending, as the hours turn to days.

As the Star grows ever-brighter in the night sky, now holding the same level of luminosity as Menphina herself, Hydaelyn seems to stir in its presence. Throughout her lands, reality has begun to distort in key locations.

Lost time, spatial displacement, strange lights and noises, and even 'impossible chimeras' have been reported — local creatures and animals seemingly spliced together in random yet perfect amalgamations. As if they were both trying to exist in the same spot simultaneously, with bits and pieces of each showing in different areas.

The closer to the sources of these sites one reaches, the stronger these anomalies become — eventually displacing those too curious for their own good back at the edge of the anomaly's radius as if they had been there all along. As if reality itself wished to keep whatever was causing them to remain hidden.

Missionaries from the Church of the Waking Dream can now be found wandering the streets of Limsa Lominsa, upon the roads of La Noscea, and even beginning to spread their way outward among the mainlands of Eorzea. Clad in robes of purest white, with golden embroideries, and offering counsel to those in need who others simply deem as 'crazy' about the horrible happenings.

They direct those seeking answers to Westmoore Proper, to visit their Church nestled in the heart of the city. And and all are welcome, even if it's just for a roof over one's head for the night.

[ Following the first update here.]

The 'Storm' lifts, revealing a new landmass in its wake. A new isle, seeming to mock La Noscea in its general form, now sitting firm upon the Indigo Deep, as if it had been there all along. Soon, ships will begin sailing out, seeking trade and ferrying passengers both leaving from and heading toward. 'Westmoore', some unknown Place, now ready to integrate with the rest of Eorzea at the behest of their 'Good Mayor', Rodarin Calrise.