While wandering the Black Shroud, I once again found myself at the Bobbing Cork, a small inn and eatery at the north end of Fallgourd Float. I took this photo before heading inside, the shimmering warm glow of lights a wonderful addition to my photojournal....
Did you hear the news? Starlight bells are ringing and a brand new outfit has hit the stores - the Far Northern Attire, complete with tunic, gloves, bottoms, and boots. And a headpiece....
Healing a heart is not always done in the same way. For Meridia, time with family and encouragement from them was the remedy she needed. Lyne and Eira were less sentimental....
Yoho, P’pol pals! Or, as we say in my new clan, P’poldelly-do! It’s me, P’pol, the world’s number one best banished escaped convict and truth seeker who writes for The Babbler!...
“I need some time off.” That’s all Meridia had to say for Ellie to approve a leave of absence for the team. In her weakened condition, Meridia would not be particularly fit to fight....
Heyo!! Lopp here and I have a big surprise for you all! If you read the title and clicked in, you probably can already guess, but this is what I have been gone for the past week!...
For the past week, adventurers have been off running around on a doomed world. That world will come to an end later tonight, but in just one short week, we’ve had the opportunity to participate in a strange amalgamation of all realms, all worlds and their cultures smooshed together into one big weird blob of a community....
“Ah… Here it is.” Ellie stopped flipping through pages and began relaying what she uncovered. “According to this, as long as the mindflayer can maintain its grip on Meridia, she will not wake up… We weakened it by removing the minuscule helper, but she is still trapped until we can deal with it....
Note: This rant may stray from in-character points of view. Living in Eorzea is a strange feeling. Like many of you, I feel like this life of adventuring should be something of an escape, a way to melt away the drudgeries of everyday life....
Meridia’s grip on her staff tightened as she looked on in horror. The village before her illuminating the night sky in flames was her own. Familiar faces glowed a ghastly orange as they feebly attempted to douse what they could....