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Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Jul 23, 2024 6:52:28 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
Shtola kept quiet and listened to the woman's half-rant all the way until she confessed she feared disappointing her friends. "Well, first and foremost, take another deep breath. In, and out. Then, if your Scions friends are one tenth as understanding as the ones I know, then you have no way of disappointing them. And even if you did, you would have plenty of ways to recover." she began. "As for Zenos almost killing me, that has happened in my homeworld as well. ‘Ah, a magical barrier.’, he said. ‘Alas, it will not save you.’ and he proceeded to crush it and cut me down. Etched into my mind as if it happened this morning. That, and the Dragonsong War, and the liberation of Doma, and Zenos in Ala Mhigo… they are yet another few things your world and mine have in common." she said, nonchalantly, waving slightly her hand left and right as if she was bothered by a fly.
“Zenos with the power of a voidsent is also not news to me. His Resonant whatnot has turned him into an Ascian in all but name.” She chose not to specify unless otherwise asked, but she would not be surprised should the former Prince be able to cheat death indefinitely, as long as he had a body to possess. She shrugged. “As long as he does no direct harm to me, he is none of my concern at the moment. As I said, I have only been here for a few days and need to get used to this new Star and the flow of its aether before I can be of any use to anyone, especially until I have found a proper rod.” She tapped a couple of times on the ground with the bottom of her bone staff.
“Going on. As for you being the Warrior of Light, it is the very reason why I have stared at you all along. Your souls have something in common, although I could not quite grasp what exactly. Now I do. It might be Hydaelyn’s blessing or your common origin. That said.” She extended her hand towards Renitra. “Nice to meet you, I am Y’Shtola, as you may know. May I ask for your name and treat you to a nice cup of tea? There is a cozy café not far from here.” She would not tell, but since she had just seemed to ‘see’ Zenos not far from them, it was probably not the best of ideas for them to stay in the open, especially considering how deeply traumatized the girl was because of him.
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Jul 23, 2024 1:29:41 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
In hearing the woman call her name, Shtola raised an eyebrow. “Yes?” But before she coild even ask the person’s name she started ranting about gods-know-what. A Garlean monster, someone’s version of Eorzea, Alexander. An ill omen, Crystal Braves, and then something about her being a sorceress and a different version of herself. The miqo’te furrowed her brows in a confused and somehow worried expression, attached her staff to her back and let the woman finish her rant with her arms crossed. When finally the woman went quiet, Shtola waited a few more seconds, then gave her a soft smile.
“Alright. First and foremost, breathe. I did not get half of what you said.” she suggested before letting her arms fall down to her sides. “Second. Different versions of events, what do you mean exactly? We are both in a Star that’s not ours, aren’t we? It is already something we have in common.” She shrugged. She did not truly care, to be honest. She had done this before. “And for the record I haven’t heard of the Crystal Braves for a few years, now. Or Ilberd. And if the Alexander you mentioned is the one I have met, then… yes, I’m probably from the same place as him.”
She sighed, then crossed her arms. “Now, let it out. Whine, cry, scream, do what you want and let that mass of confusion, frustration and I-don’t-know-what-else out. Then, we can start again from the bottom. Who said you cannot be friends with two versions of the same person? I have done that before.” Eventually, she smiled softly again. “I have only been here for a few days. We can settle for a trade. I help you with whatever you need, and you can tell me more about this… Zephon, was it? You look like you’ve been here for quite a while, now.”
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Jul 22, 2024 13:14:05 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
In the few days she had spent in Provo, Y’Shtola had learned to appreciate the bustling streets almost as much as a quiet café. Almost being the keyword. She would rather enjoy some time in the company of a warm cup of tea rather than amidst the crowd, but she had gotten used to it in other places, so this was not so much different. What was different was the people inhabiting the Star, as well as their Aether. Her keen Aethersight allowed her to distinguish the locals from those who came from beyond the rift, like her. Now that she had found something to channel her aether with, at least.
She had not found a proper rod yet, but at least the bone staff she was using worked well enough for her to be able to see and channel basic spells. She had traded it to an artisan in exchange for her healing magic, as the man’s brother was terribly ill but did not wish to go to the Rising Stones - an all too familiar name in Shtola’s ears, but that she was not yet ready to look behind, although it was hard to keep her curiosity at bay.
She had just finished her tea - fortunately, she had some gil on her and someone in the city had been kind enough to help her change her money, taking a few coins in return. She did not have enough for a proper rod, but at least she could afford food and a bed for a few days. Then there was the matter of finding a job as a blind magician, but that was easy enough: once she had managed to channel her aether properly, she could see, gather requests, and hunt a few creatures. Only after taking a couple of days to recalibrate her use of magic entirely and adapt to the feeling of this different kind of aether. She was still not back to her usual self, but she could do with what she had.
After paying for her beverage, she walked out of the café and then started to walk towards the nearest Alchemist. She needed to buy a few potions in order to be sure she could handle the few monsters she would have to hunt later on. For a moment, she was distracted by an all too familiar soul. Dark and overflowing, and incredibly imposing. She would usually link that soul to one person in particular, but considering she was not in her homeworld she would not jump to conclusions. The sight of that very specific soul in the far distance, though, was distracting enough for her to end up bumping into someone.
She stumbled forward for a moment, then leaned onto her staff for balance and eventually turned around to face another soul - incredibly familiar yet somehow unfamiliar all the same. “My apologies, I did not notice you.” she said with an apologetic smile on her lips, still examining their soul, animated by curiosity. Why did this person look so similar to Alexander? Yet it was not him. Could this person be the Warrior of Light from another shard?
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Jul 22, 2024 10:34:40 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
As she was walking towards the unknown, suddenly a crumbling sound made her turn. Ah, if only she could see. But she could not, so all she had was the crumbling sounds close to the heavy, metallic steps from before, a louder noise from likely the same origin, and a moment later steps quickly nearing her. She instinctively reached out for her rod, forgetting for a moment that she had lost it, and then flinched when the man’s hand reached hers. His words were more than enough for her to trust the man, only out of a sense of urgency, a need to get out of a considerably dangerous situation - as far as her ears could tell, at least.
Problem was, she could not see a thing.
“Ah-?!” she let out a surprised exclamation and did her best to keep up with the man’s speed, but tripped more than a few times, having to thank her swift feline reflexes if she had not fallen within the first five steps. “Wait, I-!” she attempted to stop him, but was interrupted by her foot clashing with a branch. This time, she actually tripped badly enough she was forced to slip out of the man’s grip by her own fall, which brought her to her knees.
She caught her breath for a moment, finding with a hand her way to a tree trunk to pull herself up. “I cannot see where I’m going, this will not work!” she explained, her gaze lost into nothingness as she looked in the general direction she thought the man would be. “Judging by the sound, they seem to be distant enough for us to seek a hiding spot before they reach us. Do you see anywhere suitable?” she asked. Her ear though soon twitched as a sound caught her attention. It was far closer than the other ones.
“Forget what I said. Have you the strength… to carry me?” Those last few words were pushed out of her lips almost by force. She was a prideful woman, and the thought of having to be carried was most definitely not something she would have normally accepted, especially from a stranger, but he seemed to know what was happening and to be able to see - and that could save both their lives. Until she’d find a suitable vessel for her to channel her magic, she would only be a useless burden to her saviour. At the very least, she could try to make herself somehow useful with her keen hearing. “I am deeply sorry, but without a means to channel my magic, I am entirely useless in a place such as this.”
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on May 10, 2024 9:18:38 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
She was there, at the far edge of creation, surrounded by stars, unborn planets and forgotten civilisations. The Scions and the Endsinger were battling, buying time for the Warrior to strike. As the miqo’te was casting her spell, dark flames engulfed her, bringing about an unbearable pain that choked the words within her throat, gnawing at her very soul. Pain and despair overtook her as she fell on her knees, unable to resist the concept’s power. A sudden surge of wind blew her away - or was it the pull of gravity?- and she felt herself drift away, shoved to one side and the other of what felt to her like a tornado.
Then there was a series of beeps, a familiar pull, the contraption in aether caused by an alteration in space, and the by now familiar sensation of teleportation. As soon as she felt something below her once again, she opened her eyes, only to see darkness. She felt so terribly out of place, and a pounding headache threatened her mental state. Her memories were foggy - all except her name, her magic and the very peculiar condition of her eyesight. She attempted to use aether to see but soon found out she could not manipulate aether at all in her current conditions.
She needed to find her rod.
”Urianger?” she muttered, but nobody answered. ”G’raha?” Nothing. ”Alphinaud? Alisaie? Thancred? Estinien?” She called her companions’ names one by one, but the only sound she could hear was the rustling of the leaves. Why were there leaves, actually? Was she not at the far edge of the universe? Or at the ship, at most… But it did not sound like it. Suddenly realizing her hand was touching something almost soft, she moved it. Grass? Where in the world had she ended? And why was nobody with her?
She felt weak, almost overwhelmingly so, but still, she gathered her strength in the attempt to find her rod in the close vicinity… only to find out it was not there. She sighed and tried to focus on her perception of Aether. There were so, so many living creatures around her. Trees, she deduced. But there was also something else. Someone. More than someone, to be completely fair. She could hear steps -or something that sounded like steps- but also something mechanical. It did not sound too close, nor did it seem like the entity was approaching, but it still felt to her like she would not be welcomed with a warm smile and a cup of tea.
Eventually, she stood. She had no idea where to go and having to move while seeing absolutely nothing was not ideal, but she could not stay where she was: slowly and with her arms extended forward, she started walking in the direction opposite to the mechanical sound. It was frustrating, having to move so slowly and carefully in order not to trip or get hit by the lower branches, but if she could not manipulate aether, she could not use it to see - and apparently, without a tool to cast magic, she could not even attempt the rawest forms of aetherial manipulation. The best thing she could do was to slowly and carefully walk until someone -or something- eventually found her, or until she found a way to a settlement of sorts.
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Sept 16, 2023 14:45:30 GMT -6
Note: She will recognize any WoL as a WoL, although not her WoL. She will likely assume it's one of the reflections from other shards
Y'shtola Rhul
"Until the Heavens fall, until our last breath!"
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Y'shtola Rhul NICKNAMES:: Shtola, Master Matoya, Sorceress Matoya GENDER:: Female AGE:: 32 ORIENTATION:: Straight GAME OF ORIGIN:: FFXIV ALIGNMENT:: Heroic EQUIPMENT:: A staff called Nightbringer, which allows her to channel both a White Mage and a Black Mage's spells.
HEIGHT:: 156cm / 5'11" HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: White/silver/light brown DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Silver eyes (blindness), cat ears and tail, irony
II. PERSONA
Y'shtola is a Miqo'te of the Seekers of the Sun, which implies she has feline ears and a tail. Her hair is white and, ever since a specific event, her eyes are silver, as she has lost her sight. Her skin is slightly tan and she has brown markings on her cheeks, as well as an Archon tattoo on her neck. After delving into black magic, she started wearing a black robe decorated with grey fur, a one-fingered glove, a ring and flat-heeled boots. She also always wears a headdress of blue feathers, which would resemble human earrings.
Shtola is taciturn and calm, as she usually prefers to listen quietly before speaking - and to only speak if needed. When she does speak, though, she is usually a voice of reason, and provides relevant and sharp insight. She can be quite patient, but if her patience is tested too much by irrelevant or confrontational comments, she can become quite audacious and sarcastic - and she may voice out subtle insults.
She cares deeply for her master, Matoya, and holds her in the highest regard, even if they often "bark" at each other. She is also very quick to lose trust in people who hold secrets, as she is naturally inclined to be more than wary around them. She has a dry sense of humour and often strikes back when people try to flirt with her.
She is cultured, as she has started studying magic at the age of seven, and has always loved to read. For these reasons, her speech is usually refined, although grounded enough not to make her sound like a Shakespearian play.
III. HISTORY
Shtola was born in the Dravanian Hinterlands, in the colony named Sharlayan. At seven, she was already well-versed in magic, enough for Matoya to accept her - after a little push - to take her as a student. The Garlean Empire, though, made most of the people from the colony leave the Hinterlands and sail back to Old Sharlayan when she was only a teenager.
She was formerly a member of the Circle of Knowing, together with Louisoix Leveilleur (who was the leader), Yda, Papalymo, Thancred, Urianger, Moenbryda and Rammbroes: the group was an association between scholars, and they called themselves Archons. After Louisoix's death, this group merged together with the one named "Path of the Twelve" to form the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.
She met and helped the Warrior of Light of her world in Limsa Lominsa, while she was investigating Lahabrea's plans, then aided them again when the Ascian led the Sahagins to attack, and retaliated when they stopped him. Soon after, Minfilia Warde, leader of the Scions, was kidnapped from the Waking Sands, their headquarters, and Y'shtola went to the rescue at Castrum Centri, although she was forced to retreat. The scions then moved to Revenant's Toll soon after, only to find out that the Amalj'aa stole a crystal to help the Sahagin summon their Primal, Leviathan, which she helped defeat.
In Ishgard, there was a celebration after the defence of the city from the Dravanian Horde: on that occasion, though, the sultana Nanamo Ul Namo was attacked, and the Scions were blamed for the attempted assassination because Ilberd, one of their members, betrayed them. Y'shtola and Thancred remained behind to ensure that the others would manage to escape, and the miqo'te used forbidden magic to teleport her comrade and herself through the Lifestream... but only Thancred escaped it.
The Warrior of Light, together with Kan-E-Senna and the elementals, took Shtola out of the Lifestream. She remained in a comatose state for a while, but after her awakening, she found out the Scions needed help and brought them to her teacher, Master Matoya, in the Hinterlands. The woman pointed them to the Great Gubal Library, where they found the knowledge they needed to build the magical device that would be used to pierce through an Allagan barrier in Azys Lla. Only Matoya, at this moment, found out her secret: after her trip in the Lifestreem, the miqo'te had lost her eyesight.
One Primal after the other, the Warrior of Light protected Eorzea while Y'shtola helped the Scions trace Thancred, and after encountering the Warriors of Darkness, the scions reunited with the Warrior of Light and back to their headquarters. Y'shtola built a device to keep the Primal Shinryu, which Ilberd had summoned shortly after the attempt to take Nanamo's Life, in check.
The Scions soon joined the ala Mhigan Resistance against the Garlean Empire, but this led to Zenos Galvus attacking Rhalgr's Reach himself, severely wounding Y'shtola and destroying the place. For this reason, she could not take part in Doma and Ala Mhigo's liberation. Soon after her recovery, she and the other Scions attended a meeting with Doma and the Eorzean Alliance, but during the meeting, all of the scions heard a mysterious voice and Thancred lost consciousness. In time, all of the Scions fell victim to the same "disease", losing consciousness and awakening in another world.
In this new world, known as the First, Y'shtola took it upon herself to lead a group known as the "Night's Blessed", whose goal was to counter the extreme imbalance of Light the world was in. When they met the Warrior of Light, they were in the company of Thancred, Emet-Selch, Urianger and a reincarnation of Minfilia. The warrior's goal was to find the Lightwardens and defeat them to restore the balance between Light and Dark, so she helped by sending them to the ruins of the ronkan empire.
After the fall of the remaining Lightwardens, Y'shtola helped the Warrior confront Emet-Selch, then worked together with the Crystal Exarch to find a way back to the Source, their homeworld. Soon after, the Warrior brought dreadful news: Zenos, who had been confronted by him at the Royal Menagerie of Ala Mhigo, was still alive, and the Empire was working on new, special weapons. Shtola assisted the Warrior in uncovering more stories about the Ancients, as Elidibus had also made his appearance by taking the body of Ardbert, the former Warrior of Darkness, for himself.
After defeating Elidibus, the Scions went back to their homeworld and began to work on understanding and stopping the Final Days, which had terminated the world at the time of the Ancients. In this period, the rogue ascian Fandaniel appeared and started creating Telophoroi Towers, working together with Zenos on spreading chaos. Fandaniel though betrayed the Garlean and the Warrior confronted Zodiark, merged with the Ascian, on the moon. After this, Shtola followed them and found out that the moon was actually an escape device where the people of the world would have found safety from the Final Days, which would start at Zodiark's demise.
The Scions soon started to look for a way to help the people of Eorzea not succumb to despair and turn into monsters called blasphemies, and they did what they could to ensure everyone's safety at Radz-at-Han. They then travelled, after many hardships, to meet with Hydaelyn, the Mothercrystal and goddess of their world, who they discovered was in truth an Ancient in the form of a Primal. She told them about the truth behind the Final Days, a creature named Meteion, and gave the Warrior what was left of her power. The group then went to Ultima Thule, the edge of the universe, aboard the Ragnarok.
In Ultima Thule, each of the scions sacrifices themselves one after the other to allow the Warrior to reach Meteion, and even Zenos helped him fight. After this, the Warrior summoned the Scions back to life and, as he sent them home, the Warrior fought with Zenos in a battle to the death. Zenos was defeated and the Warrior awakened only when close to their homeworld: after their arrival, they held a celebration and finally disbanded the Scions.
IV. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS:: Paradox OTHER CHARACTERS:: Zenos, Hythlodaeus ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: Since 2016 HOW YOU FOUND US:: As before NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: None ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: No need~
