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FFXIV: The Turning of Seasons

There’s so much side content in Stormblood. I was going to call this chapter Tataru’s Undersea Adventure, but Achiyo and Aentfryn already ran Hell’s Lid. So, an assortment of loose threads being wrapped before we open some new cans of worms.

In gameplay I am completed replaying 5.0! I’m caught up to where I was originally. I’m going zoom zoom again until I get to the end of EW. Then I can plan out the story arcs. There’s so much stuff I really want to get to in this fic and then I get stuck on some silly thing (like how to get the Hildy dance to be canon).

Chapter 75: Angel of Blood

 

Chapter 76: The Turning of Seasons

“There’s few so loath to take their rest, than ‘venturers without a quest. For shorn of work to give them worth, they soon become a source of mirth,” quoth the Wandering Dramaturge.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” R’nyath said, R’inwa at his shoulder.

“I mean, if we’re not busy with something else,” Naomi said, Crim at hers.

“I suppose I could spare the effort, if you have something interesting,” Tharash said. Continue reading

FFXIV: Angel of Blood

For Achiyo’s theme song as a SAM I decided to steal the Theme of the Angry Lobster – a.k.a. Alight (Storm) from Fire Emblem Fates. It sounds like a party. (Her Maiden’s Rhapsody gear kind of makes her look like a little Angry Lobster?) For a more romantic song, I might also use Break the Sword of Justice from the old Tsubasa Chronicle OST.

You no longer have to cook bacon bread for the bacon bread guy?? I distinctly remember that being a thing. It was selling for exorbitant prices on the market board as culinarians fed the demand.

Chapter 74: The Prima Vista

 

Chapter 75: Angel of Blood

“Vivienne,” Achiyo said, beckoning her out to an area of the Prima Vista’s audience seating away from the other adventurers, “I want to talk to you.”

Vivienne froze for a second. This was Achiyo being unusually direct, and her face was giving nothing away. Which meant this was Achiyo being very upset. If they were to spar right now, it would probably come out even more clearly. And honestly, she’d prefer that. “All right.” Shite, she needed to apologise for raging at her yesterday. With words. Continue reading

FFXIV: The Prima Vista

Achiyo is wearing the armour set from The Maiden’s Rhapsody event, which just reran recently but I got it years ago for a SAM glam.

(man these 24-mans still wreck people, even if they don’t completely wipe anymore)

(also wow they put all the effort into the animations for these quests!)

Chapter 73: My Girl

 

Chapter 74: The Prima Vista

Chuchupa stepped into the central backstage area of the Prima Vista, premier Garlean performing arts airship, and let out a whistle. “Cor, ain’t that Leviabeetus up there? Made o’ wood an’ paper an’ string? Nice!”

“It does appear to be Leviathan,” R’nyath said, looking up at the long snakey figure hanging from the ceiling, ears pricking forward in interest. “Have they done a play about Leviathan?”

“Oh yes, the Lord of the Whorl was a very popular tragedy a few years ago,” Lina Mewrilah said, nodding. “It wasn’t necessarily historically accurate, but it made everyone cry a lot.” Continue reading

FFXIV: Blackest Night

I love the DRK 70 quest so much. 

The concert went well! I made an annoying audible mistake in Zanarkand, but everything else went pretty good (and the audience was making noise anyway so fingers crossed they missed it). And then I wiped out from concentrating so hard. Took a very rare extra day off this week and finished this chapter with it. Was hoping to get further into 4.2, but at least we’re moving.

Chapter 70: The Sword of Tamehiro

 

Chapter 71: Blackest Night

It had been three days since Vivienne had returned Myste-less from Gyr Abania, and she was practically prowling the street below the Forgotten Knight while Sidurgu and Rielle watched her. “…Godsdammit, Myste. Does he want me to track him down, or what?”

“He needs to return the remainder of the aether he stole from you, if nothing else,” Sidurgu said. “He said that when this was finished, naught would remain of him? Bloody vague and ominous, to say the least… We’ll just have to press him for answers when we find him.” Continue reading

FFXIV: The Sword of Tamehiro

Sorry fic readers that I was gone so long! You know, holidays, vacation, and I found myself struggling to find the spark of inspiration I originally had for the first half of the chapter. But fun news, I’m going to be playing in a FF concert next weekend! A big, official, orchestral one! Boy the ticket prices are exorbitantly nerd-taxed (average of $100, which is rather ridiculous – you can see world famous superstar violinist Ray Chen for less than that). I’m really excited, though I’ve been practicing like mad – the arrangement of Aerith’s Theme, for instance, is quite tricky (many ripply arpeggios), and they only gave me 10 days to learn the music. (now I wanna play FFVII… we’ll see if it works on my PC, I’ve been struggling to game ever since I switched to Linux)

If you haven’t seen the Trash Taste podcast interview with Koji, I recommend it – Koji goes into quite a bit of detail on the localization process and it’s very interesting. The guidelines they set for language use for tone and consistency are just as strict as I thought they might be, and then some! (Though not without perhaps some missteps – nobody wants to translate Urianger, lol!)

Chapter 69: Hinganisme

 

Chapter 70: The Sword of Tamehiro

“Okay, so you said this is perfectly safe,” R’nyath said to Tam, as they collected in the aetheryte plaza of Revenant’s Toll.

“I mean, ‘e survived t’other way, so how bad can it be?” Chuchupa said.

Tam grinned. “Just group up with me and we’ll get there.” Continue reading

FFXIV: Hinganisme

R’nyath and Chuchupa: Nice.

Chapter 68: Raubahn’s Return

 

Chapter 69: Hinganisme

Achiyo took Chuchupa and Tam, and set out to track down Yllamse to invite her to join the Scions. “She is a flighty wanderer, is she not?” Achiyo said to Tam, who almost certainly knew her best.

“Yes, but less so than you might think,” Tam said. “The first place to ask is Ala Mhigo.”

Achiyo blinked at him even as he began a group Teleport. “Do you not have her linkpearl?”

“No,” Tam said, and the Teleport went off. Continue reading

FFXIV: Raubahn’s Return

The poem Achiyo recites part of is (called in this English translation) “Looking at the Moon and Thinking of One Far Away” by Zhang Jiuling, which I found on this page.

Yllamse’s player (also named Yllamse) was recently really inspired by my personal FFXIV world, and is writing a fic about her character in my world?! This feels like fanfic for me teehee. It’s pretty helpful for me in writing her character, too!

I still feel kinda bad for the time I was in voice chat with some FC members and 4.1 had just dropped and I was grumbling about, idk, crafting or something and one of the other members was getting sniffly over Nanamo and Raubahn saying goodbye. I didn’t realize she was at the emotional part or I would have shut up. D:

Chapter 67: Salt and Suffering

 

Chapter 68: Raubahn’s Return

“And this is my new boyfriend, Oremont,” R’lhifre said, gesturing at the gangly, awkward-looking light-pink-haired Elezen trailing behind her. Either he was short for an Elezen, or he hadn’t finished his growth spurt yet – he was just taller than R’mon Nunh. Probably about the same age as R’lhifre. “He’ll be staying for dinner.” Continue reading

FFXIV: Salt and Suffering

Can I say I’m disappointed that in Drowned City of Skalla, you no longer get to turn into fluffy ghosts to cross the chasms?

Still throwing class quests at the characters before they get back on MSQ’s Wild Ride.

Chapter 66: Ishgardian Intermission

 

Chapter 67: Salt and Suffering

R’nyath looked around in wonder, flicking salt-water from his tail. Finally his gossiping in every tavern in the city, under the not-actually-a-pretext that he was a bard and wanted to hear new tales – because that was totally true too – had paid off, and brought enough indirect clues about treasure to point them to the ancient city of Skalla. Which was mostly figured out by Alphinaud, of course.

Alphinaud was actually quite excited to be involved in something less realm-shaking for once. “The news of Doma and Ala Mhigo’s liberation has kindled the flames of revolution in every corner of the Empire. I hear the province of Dalmasca has already risen up in rebellion… Which means the Garleans must surely have their hands full. What better time than now to indulge in this treasure hunt?” Continue reading

FFXIV: Ishgardian Intermission

If you haven’t seen The Echoes of Achiyo Kensaki yet, it’s been posted!

Omg I rewrote the garden scene like 5 times before I found the right soundtrack to help me though (it’s Joe Hisaishi). Very self-indulgent again but I regret nothing.

I used The Dreamers from Tsubasa Chronicle OST as music inspo for the sparring scene. : )

I’m not really sure about this chapter, but there’s only so long I can bang away on it so here it is for better or worse. It may be a while before the next one is out as I’m quite tired in general and trying to take it easy even for fiction writing. And I’m playing FF3! Look at all these names I remember from Crystal Tower raids! Noah, Xande, Unei… (and I renamed Ingram to Corey because when Drak was just starting to post NEST videos, he used Ingram-as-Warrior for Corey’s sprite and that’s all I think of now. I did not rename the others though I could have hahaha. I do like their default names – Luneth is such a nice name!)

Chapter 65: Dust Settles

 

Chapter 66: Ishgardian Intermission

Achiyo walked the small garden of Fortemps Manor, thinking intently. The sun was soft and warm, and within the walls of the manor there was no snow; in fact, there were flowers blooming. On the first few days that had been a delight to her, to see flowers in Ishgard, but now she did not take notice of them, or even the world around her. Continue reading

FFXIV: Dust Settles

64: For Ala Mhigo

 

65: Dust Settles

Nidhogg bared his teeth – and Achiyo lunged forwards. “For Ishgard,” was all she said, and then she had stabbed forward right through Nidhogg’s teeth into the roof of his mouth. Her sword snapped.

The jaws clamped shut on her head.

Aymeric snapped awake. Not with a scream, or sitting up abruptly, or even opening his eyes, but his mind had recoiled from the vision so violently it had clawed its way out of unconsciousness to get away. He opened his eyes into the darkness of his tent. Continue reading