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The Naldoan Chronicles [voice]
[After being jostled about from one realm to another, Ondore is certainly grateful to be returned to Gaia. While the irony of it all certainly didn’t go unnoticed, the Marquis decides to prepare a detailed message for friends and acquaintances alike hailing from his realm of Ivalice.
He does not filter this message from Gaian eyes, nor does he filter his words from the eyes of commoners. In Ondore’s belief, there’s no need to filter the truth from those willing to see it.
Besides, this may prove to be rather education for all.]
How peculiar and how odd such a journey has been since my arrival to Gaia. Whisked away from land and home, many of us found ourselves abandoned within a realm not our own. Exiled by fate and sorcery, many of us began on a madding quest to become accustom the cultures we’ve experienced here.
Some of us chose to mimic the Gaians through observation alone, while others divulged deeper within literature in order to understand them. While both endeavors are noble enough, I do believe many of us have forgotten how little culture plays in human behavior. Their anger is warranted, just like their fear. The phenomenon I have witnessed beyond Gaia’s soil certainly proves this true.
Ivalice is Ivalice no more, but rather a realm mismatched by Garland’s magick. Banora trees now line the abandoned ruins of Ridorana, and Mount Bur-Omisace now thrives beside an active volcano that threatens to melt its icy slopes. Such a phenomenon isn’t limited to merely the changing of the soil, but the changing of the people as well.
Lilites now walk Archadian streets much to the Empire’s displeasure, and Yukes now flock to Bhujerba to exchange knowledge with all those hailing from Dorstonis. Dalmasca has changed very little in comparison of other realms, but now tribes of Shelkies roam the desert landscape alongside with rogue Seeqs and Bangaas in search of treasure. What this treasure could be one can only imagine, but such a unity amongst the newcomers and the patrons of Ivalice is quite humbling.
Such a time has prompted Ivalice to change rapidly through discussion. The temperament there is as heated as ever, but I can proudly state that the threat of war no longer looms over Ivalice’s shadow.
Diplomacy is what guides the land of my birth, and diplomacy is what shall guide Gaia through this time of crisis.
[ooc: Dag here, coming off of hiatus...today! Expect to more posts later today or tomorrow.]
He does not filter this message from Gaian eyes, nor does he filter his words from the eyes of commoners. In Ondore’s belief, there’s no need to filter the truth from those willing to see it.
Besides, this may prove to be rather education for all.]
How peculiar and how odd such a journey has been since my arrival to Gaia. Whisked away from land and home, many of us found ourselves abandoned within a realm not our own. Exiled by fate and sorcery, many of us began on a madding quest to become accustom the cultures we’ve experienced here.
Some of us chose to mimic the Gaians through observation alone, while others divulged deeper within literature in order to understand them. While both endeavors are noble enough, I do believe many of us have forgotten how little culture plays in human behavior. Their anger is warranted, just like their fear. The phenomenon I have witnessed beyond Gaia’s soil certainly proves this true.
Ivalice is Ivalice no more, but rather a realm mismatched by Garland’s magick. Banora trees now line the abandoned ruins of Ridorana, and Mount Bur-Omisace now thrives beside an active volcano that threatens to melt its icy slopes. Such a phenomenon isn’t limited to merely the changing of the soil, but the changing of the people as well.
Lilites now walk Archadian streets much to the Empire’s displeasure, and Yukes now flock to Bhujerba to exchange knowledge with all those hailing from Dorstonis. Dalmasca has changed very little in comparison of other realms, but now tribes of Shelkies roam the desert landscape alongside with rogue Seeqs and Bangaas in search of treasure. What this treasure could be one can only imagine, but such a unity amongst the newcomers and the patrons of Ivalice is quite humbling.
Such a time has prompted Ivalice to change rapidly through discussion. The temperament there is as heated as ever, but I can proudly state that the threat of war no longer looms over Ivalice’s shadow.
Diplomacy is what guides the land of my birth, and diplomacy is what shall guide Gaia through this time of crisis.
[ooc: Dag here, coming off of hiatus...today! Expect to more posts later today or tomorrow.]
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Ahh, so you're insinuating that I'm old, then.
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[As if Ondore minds some good-nature ribbing here or there. He's quite fond about teasing this philandering king whenever he gets the chance.]
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[Ahhh it's so refreshing to have someone he can trade semi-acerbic barbs with. That isn't a woman. Although he would like more women.]
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[When doesn't Edgar desire for more women? This man has a harem at every castle!]
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[Not quite~ Though there are many pretty women in every castle.]
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[Oh, you shameless cad!]
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[Oh yes, a cad and a bounder, that's him~]
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[Doing his best to keep the mirth out of his gaze, Halim shakes his head.]
You're as witty as ever!
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[He's still not laughing - but he's definitely looking smug.]
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[Just wait, Edgar. One day you'll be just as old as Halim here.]
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Oh, certainly not. Just... imaginative.
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My imagination is certainly quite festive, this I'll admit willingly.
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I'm sure it is, Marquis. Perhaps I should invest in art supplies for your next birthday, then. Or one of those interesting books that occasionally circulates around this network.
[Hello, porn!]