legacy of allag | Glowfic Constellation

Ever since the inception of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, the group had but one overriding goal: to prioritise and promote the good of the realm, free from the shackles of political affiliation or partisan monetary incentives. Its history spoke well of that purpose—various scholars, adventurers, and other enterprising individuals who had formed their own groups with similar ideals kept running into each other, sometimes stepping on each other's toes, but ultimately working together and achieving better results than they would have otherwise been able to. It only made sense to merge into a unified banner, to improve their communications and coordination and to make their altruistic purposes easier to achieve.

And thus were the Scions formed, counting amongst their number the studied archons of Sharlayan, people of political power from all over the realm, and experts in combat and history and biology and all sorts of magic. A group that owed allegiance to none and to all; to the realm itself, and to all of its people, regardless of their origins or ties. This is the group that would manage to unite the countries of Eorzea under the purpose of fighting back against threats of external conquest, the group that could pool its members' knowledge to more effectively counter gods and mystical beings bent on destruction or subjugation, the group that had amassed singular amounts of power and influence and that vowed to use all of it for good.

So it was a bit of an issue that their main headquarters had previously been located in claimed territory.

There were historical reasons for such, naturally, as there always are, but the main reason it had not truly been much of a problem until recently was their relative secrecy. Sure, the leaders of the five (then four... then three...) great nations of the Eorzean Alliance knew where to find them, and the existence of some such group of mysterious origins but undisputable efficacy was more-or-less an open secret even to the public. Nevertheless, until certain recent events, the Scions had kept a lid on details such as their head count, who exactly was part of them, and most importantly where they were located.

But once that stopped being the case and the Scions of the Seventh Dawn stepped forward as a force in their own right, more and more petitioners started coming to them to request individual aid with this or that issue. Which would itself not be that big of a problem except for how these petitioners started trying to offer the group monetary compensation if their requests were bumped up the priority list, or in some cases even going as far as making veiled (or not-so-veiled) threats. Ul'dah—the country that owned the land the Scions used to occupy—had the most such petitioners, politicians and land owners and nobles implying that if the group wanted to keep their relative peace in Ul'dahn land they should bow down and accept these requests. But to counter that, there were also numerous offers coming from elsewhere, from Limsa Lominsa and Gridania: subtle and not-so-subtle suggestions that a group like the Scions should not be beholden to Ul'dah (and should, instead, move to their country).

It was all rather aggravating, but after sufficient amounts of hesitation they finally decided to leave. To leave Ul'dah, and to not go to Limsa Lominsa or Gridania. To go to unclaimed land, as suggested by Alphinaud Leveilleur, grandson of the great archon Louisoix Leveilleur.

The Scions of the Seventh Dawn are moving to Mor Dhona—a difficult decision, but in the end the only one that made sense—and everything seems to be going swimmingly.

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The plan had been, it turns out, to try to find this itinerant peddler who had somehow come across a sizeable amount of earth-aspected aethersand. Wedge ran into some complications, though, in that apparently the merchant was robbed shortly before Wedge found him, and everyone worth their salt knows how valuable elemental aethersand is.

Undeterred, Wedge decided to try to find these bandits on his own (well, with the bodyguard) and see if he couldn't smuggle the 'sand back. And that was the last Biggs heard of him over the linkpearl.

Of course, they couldn't exactly call him, because in case he's being successful at his stealthy endeavours the noise could reveal his location, and that would certainly be dangerous.

warrior_of_light

Nevertheless, it's been a while since Wedge's last message and Biggs is worried, so Otohiko teleports to Camp Bluefog (and takes Biggs along) to start his investigation, as that was where Wedge was when last he sent word.

After asking around, though, it becomes clear that the situation took a turn for the worse.

"Aye, the lalafellin lad was who hired me for that," confesses a sturdy-looking roegadyn. "An' we got to the bandit camp alright, but when he got the aethersand we was found, and we ran—but we got split up, an' I haven' seen him since. Hope for his sake he's fine," she says with a sigh and a shrug, "but I wasn' paid enough to mount a whole rescue from gods know what them crazy robed folks are."

Some more asking around reveals that a group of cultists of the fallen moon are the most likely group being referred to, as they've taken the abandoned mythril mine nearby as their abode recently, and they sure do wear robes and act crazy.

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And so it is that the Warrior of Light gets on his cloud and goes scouting.

Here's a little secret he doesn't share very widely: his idiosyncratic Echo power is being able to predict the future. Except not any future. Just any future where he would predictably die.

Also, predicting the future just feels like living through it and then waking back up at a non-predictably-lethal point in the past. His body's fine, of course, but it sure does feel like he was just killed by whatever it is that would have killed him had he committed to a given course of action.

It took some experimentation, but now he's got the hang of it. He doesn't share this very widely because people tend to react with alarm and worry and it's just needlessly frustrating to deal with that.

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He decides he is going to go explore that way. If he hasn't found Wedge by the ten-minute mark, he has this trusty knife and he knows exactly which veins to cut that hurt the least and lead to the quickest death.

He'll also limit himself to twenty such attempts before extending his search time radius to twenty minutes.

That turns out to be unnecessary, for after the fifth death he manages to find the lalafell hiding in a corner of an empty room.

The diminute lalafell lets out a loud but short squeak when he notices Otohiko and starts with a quick "Pleasedon'tkillmeIswearIdidn'tmeanitI'llgiveitback—" before he realises it's not one of the crazy cultists who found him, causing him to nearly fall on his butt when sagging with relief. "Otohiko, I'm nothing but grateful for the rescue but what are you doing here?" he says in an urgent whisper when he manages to regain his ability to speak.

warrior_of_light

"Biggs told me what you were planning and I found your ex-bodyguard when I got to Camp Bluefog and she told me your story. So I had to find you."

"...that good-for-nothing," and the rest is too low-volume and mumbly to be made out but it most likely consists of a series of curses. "How'd Biggs run into you anyway?"

warrior_of_light

"Funny story, I need elemental aethersand too for a project I'm working on with Cid and a co-conspirator of ours had ordered a batch of fire aethersand from the Goldsmiths' Guild a while ago, and when I got there to see if it had arrived Biggs was trying to convince the representative that his cause was worthier."

"It is!" Wedge says almost out of instinct, but then he reprocesses Otohiko's words and grows contemplative. "...although anything the chief is working on will no doubt be important, especially since it was a secret and all..."

warrior_of_light

"I'm sure he'll tell you both about it if you ask. I can take you both with me to Saint Coinach's Find. Do you have the aethersand?"

"Yeah, I—" But he stops talking when he reaches for the bag that should have been attached to his belt and finds it gone. "Son of a chocobo, I, I must've dropped it when I ran here..."

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Nothing is ever easy, is it?

"Show me which direction you ran from, I'll look around the area for the bag and if I can't find it I'm sure the Lambs of Dalamud will help me with it."

Wedge can't help but giggle at that. He tells Otohiko about his flight path in more detail and wishes him luck.

warrior_of_light

Luck has very little to do with it.

(It still does, a little, in that he was lucky to have gotten the Echo at all, that wasn't merit of his, but at least he makes good use of it.)

After a little bit of fighting Lambs and looking around he manages to locate the 'sand then teleports Wedge back to Camp Bluefog so that he can bring both of them to Revenant's Toll. From there it's a boring chocobo ride to Saint Coinach's Find, which Otohiko decides to forgo in favour of riding his cloud, cross-legged, slow enough to keep up with the other two.

Cid Garlond

freedom_through_tech

"—well I can't say I wouldn't like to work with my best, if truth be told," Cid says when he's apprised of this recent journey. "Your idea about the airship engine is ingenious, by the way, can't believe I didn't think of it myself. I'll understand if you'd rather keep the aethersand but before that let me explain what we're doing here..."

Biggs

Biggs and Wedge eventually do agree that the exploration of the Crystal Tower is probably more urgent than aircraft design, and will release their aethersand on the condition that they be allowed to help Cid figure out all the ancient tech they'll inevitably find.

warrior_of_light

Which no one finds to be a problem at all.

Rammbroes takes Otohiko aside, though, to talk about the other two elements they need. "I had a Sharlayan colleague try to procure water aethersand in Gridania following a lead I got," he explains, "but I haven't heard from him in a while. Which isn't entirely uncharacteristic of him, if truth be told, but I'm growing impatient especially now that you've found us two varieties already. And the trip was not without its dangers, so I also worry for his safety. My lead came from a merchant called Parsemontret, perhaps you could go find him and try to follow the lead yourself?"

And off goes the Warrior of Light. At least Gridania has its own aetheryte and aethernet so he can just teleport directly to it and then use the 'net to quickly get to the market where this Parsemontret usually sells his wares.

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But nothing is ever easy. The merchant tells Otohiko that he did indeed meet with a Sharlayan scholar—he had the tattoos that mark the Archons of Sharlayan on both sides of his neck, and did claim to come on behest of Rammbroes. He tells the au ra the same thing he told the scholar: there is a certain mineral in Urth's Fount that gets charged with water whenever there's a storm, which isn't very frequently but there was a recent one and the water charge could still be in the rock so if Otohiko's quick he could go grab it to refine it into the aethersand.

Except quick isn't the only thing Otohiko has to be. Urth's Fount is not a place one goes on a leisurely stroll, especially after a storm; not only are the elementals stirred and empowered around the area, but also there's a rumour of a particularly ferocious giant boar that made the location its lair.

Otohiko imagines that the most likely reason for this boar to be there now would be that he himself exorcised the area of a peculiar primal called Odin, and without its corrupting influences and physical presence the area would be prime for picking by any animals who could defend it. He thanks the merchant, teleports to Quarrymill, and makes his way (on a cloud) to Urth's Fount.

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