“You sell cursed flour?” H’aerindu asked the street vendor, dubiously eyeing the mildly discolored flour put up for sale.The tag didn’t even try to hide it.“Aye to the yes!” the Lalafellin salesman replied, “You’d think it’d be bad for business but we’ve really been raking it in. The farmers were out of their wits after they chased out some cultists doing wicked rituals, too short on gil to just throw their harvest away. But to everyone’s surprise, it’s actually really go

The island was positively idyllic both from up close, and from a distance. Its natural habitat full of life, seemingly undisturbed by the encampment installed and built into its minor south-western shoreline. A collection of buildings maintained by a small army of mammets, fields covered in healthy crops, and an animal enclosure.It even had several notable landmarks, including a bathhouse!“This is quite the place.” the boy next to her observed as they strode along the paved grounds connectin

Late in the evening at Gridania’s inn, H’aerindu had just settled in for the night when movement tickled the edge of her vision. They came in like a flood, five assassins who – daggers poised – raced for their apparent target at all speed.For a normal person it all would have seem like an instant.The buxom feline watching the incoming Xaelan Au Ra assassins only smiled. She had clocked in too late to get supper, so the timing couldn’t be more splendid in her regard. “Whew… you got

The battle was as brief as it was turbulent.Y’shtola had been busy doing her own thing when she was unexpectedly approached by a very determined Sadu Dotharl, who desired a rematch with the Warrior of Light. Not being aware of her present location, she borderline press-ganged the sorceress into leading her to her.For the sake of expedience so she could get back to her studies, she complied.She lead her to the Annex, where they found H’aerind about to indulge on a newly cooked meal. But she c

Good old Mor Dhona was dim as evening loomed, and the skies darkened. Everything was settling down for the approaching night and its few streets emptied. Leaving it looking quite abandoned, bar the appearance of a single Viera dressed in simple flannel who had elected to stretch herself out on one of the few outdoor benches to take a rest.H’aerindu had just arrived by aetheryte when she spotted the sleeping bunny-eared woman out the corner of her eyes, and was intrigued.It was a rare sight aft

Cow LevelHunger weighed down hard as Maina trudged through the steaming jungle, her hooves dropping hard on grass and foliage wet from recent rain while she tried to find her way around this turgid place. Some meat would have been perfect right about now, her mind having no thought of the oft poisonous fruits around here – having learned to keep her sticky fingers to herself from experience.Chewing at nothing, she continued to stomp forth when she came across a clearing with boulders jutting o

The drop pod fell a long way after the destruction of their ship, but that was a simple matter of course when it’s supposed to locate a habitable planet and make for an emergency landing. Darlaa rather hated how uncomfortable its descent was, and vowed she would complain about it to the Eclipse leadership when rescue does come along.They ought to do better than buying knock-off equipment.It wasn’t like they as a mercenary outfit could make the kind of purchases that proper national armed for

The vaunted Confluence wanted for test subjects for another trip, and it paid enough that against all reason, H’aerindu decided to go along with it despite remembering all too well the aether sickness she had to go through with Thancred and Urianger back when they needed to get to Thavnair.Unlike last time, this one went rather well.H’aerindu placed a hand on her bountiful chest after she materialized, and was grateful when the sickness failed to set in.So she let go a sigh of unbridled reli

Army MealOoOoOThe battlefield of Zadnor lost none of its intensity as the fighting continued between the resistance groups of various occupied nations – chiefly the Bozjan one – and their much hated common adversary; the Garlean Empire. Doing the long since desolated no favors as muck and fresh wreckage added to the vista.H’aerindu frowned as she wandered the blasted wastes.Looking on the irregular landscape while her mind was awash in thoughts of all that was happening, and what happened

For all he was willing to do in the name of his progression up the empire’s ranks, Rourke did not much like his posting. Bozja was as off the beaten path as one could get, and since its lone great city came apart was just a scattered pile of ruins. Whatever the empire wanted here, he just couldn’t see it for the life of his.So between his duties he sought for what few womenfolk there are.As inferior as the locals are, at least they could offer some scarce entertainment. Faced with an imperia

Once more the winter has come, and with it the starlight celebration. Rose-colored garlands and decorations of light adorning tall pine trees filled the streets of both realm’s cities and countryside towns alike. Cheer was in the air despite all that was going on otherwise, for which Y’shtola did not offer much attention as she visited a potential backer to aid the Scions’ ailing funds without the others’ knowing, wishing for it to be a surprise.Red Rose was a wealthy merchant from Kugan

“Nothing better for the road than a full belly. Spend that piece at Rhon Ron’s place, yes? Eat for three before you leave!” H’aerindu did not quite expect to meet the First’s equivalent of kobolds anytime soon, or ever at all considering how reclusive those she knew tended to be within their little corner of Eorzea, but she found the tune with them rather quickly. Or at the very least…“Hmm,” H’aerindu smiled at his suggestion, her bushy tail held high, “I like the way you thi

Margot sat deep in thought with her compatriots around one of the many tables of this bar out in the depths of the black shroud as they all considered the way forward. Days had gone by since one of their pals were injured during a quest and was forced to retire.It was understandable but left their group at an understaffed three.This was bad, because they need four members at least to explore the nearby ruins.“Any ideas?” the busty highlander asked.“None…” her elezen compatriot, Jeanett

Valja was a scout.Not a celebrated job far as occupations go, but a necessary one. For a whole day she sat without a roof above her head as she spied across the barren plains, and worried every now and then how this exposure would affect her beautiful bronze skin.Which was hardly out of line as all Ananta tend to be mindful about their appearances.For hours upon hours she remained put while busying herself on what ointments to use once she and those she came with make their victorious return to

The outside world was far removed from what it was cranked up to be.Mjern was disappointed to say the least as she and her sister Tleja traveled along the tall and steep slopes of Ala Mhigo which mountainous terrain was the plainest she had ever seen with their chocobo-drawn carriage. It was positively maddening and she hoped that Gridania was any better.No hope of that.“Doesn’t seem like we are getting out of here anytime soon.”“I believe you are right.” Mjern told her sister wearily,

Warrior of Light.Eikonslayer.Savior of Eorzea.Champion of Hydaelyn.People call her by many more titles and epithets, including some embarrassing ones. All of which come from her countless deeds across the world where she has done whatever needed to be done from fetching items to ending some calamity or malevolence. As a result, H’aerindu Dhelh had a very active life with few conveniences and little private time, the last of which she has come to need in something of an abundance.“Burp!”H�