Heavensward

[arroganceandangst]

Coming to Ishgard

The Crystal Braves's betrayal still fresh in mind and only the Warriors of Light, Alphinaud, and Tataru accounted for, Cid Garlond whisks our heroes away to Coerthas to avoid detection of the crew they thought were friends. They find themselves in Ishgard where they are greeted warmly by House Fortemps and granted sanctuary, much to the displeasure of King Thordan and his Heavens Ward.

Alphinaud's despair about being unable to "Save Eorzea(TM)" comes to a head and Tatarus and the Warriors of Light set him straight. Together they move forward to find their scattered friends and allies and move forward. Meanwhile, the Dragonsong War begins to set back into motion after years of an unease and tense ceasefire.

Amongst the chaos a strange and desperate from another world slips into our Eorzea with the intent of saving their land at the cost of ours.

Welcome to Heavensward, I hope you packed your furs.

Comments

Nothing will ever be the same...

[levelthreehooligan]

Ishgard is fucking cold. Fury damn it nowhere should be this cold. Did she send people up here to work? She really fucking hopes not. Never again.

The pillars of the city reach into the unforgiving grey sky and everyone stares in hostility. She's never felt so small. The scions are scattered, and Ras managed to squirrel them out of their predicament but -

She feels the weight of the consequences. It was always... not fun or lighthearted before, but she hadn't ever been accused of killing her Sultana before. Piñara is visibly upset and spends the first few weeks curled up inside Foretemps manor infront of the fire, sipping on what smells like hot Cocoa but definitely has it's own spike to it.

[darkmagiciangirl]

Wrapped in furs, Monx stopped in front of Foretemps manor. Coerthas always reminded her of the northern mountains of her home land. She always loved to play in the snow as a child - it was infinitely more fun than desert sands. She paused, looking up at the building. She hoped that the arrangements with the Foretemps worked out. She entered, unwrapping herself and handing her furs to someone to be put away.

She was greeted by Edmont and they exchange warm greetings and speak a little about the arrival of the heroes as well as Business. They finish pleasantries and she enters the home proper, one of the house workers handing her a tea as she made her way to the fire, settling in an arm chair next to where Pinya is settled.

"How are you holding up?" Her voice is soft and kind, she watches Pinya's reaction carefully.

[levelthreehooligan]

Pinya has been a Warrior of Light and a Business woman for far too long to let any emotion show so blatantly on her face in an unsure situation. This is, unfortunately, one of those times. Her poker face stares dead ahead into the fire that crackles, but Pinya doesn't feel it's warmth.

"Hm." Is what she manages. A Non committal grunt and nothing more.

She doesn't really know. She hasn't been able to process it yet.