Rampion Hohenzaschern

“Only you get to choose who you are. I chose to grow and move on.”

Dossier

“A sound soul dwells within a sound mind, and a sound body.”

Past

“My past should not be what defines me. Who I am now is what matters.”

Research

“I’ll never reach the top. But that just means I have infinite room to grow.”

Journal

“I hope nobody reads this while I’m away.”

OOC

-I’m fine with casual RP and combat RP.-I don’t mind in-character drama so long as we confirm it ahead of time and plan it out to prevent any misunderstandings.-I prefer not to do any ERP.-Should I accidentally go out of character, unintentionally god-mod/metagame or take the spotlight, warn me immediately so I don’t get too into my head.-I’m someone who sees opportunities for story, improvement, and growth. So if I start bringing up ideas or story directions during RP, don't worry, I’m not trying to push my own narrative. It’s just me coming up with new ideas for the group to play with if they so choose.


Note: There’s no “hooks” section because all sections contain them.

Informatics
Name-Rampion cen Hohenzaschern
Gender-Male
Age-21 (1556)
Race-Hrothgar (Helion turned Lost)
Occupation(s)-Silver Order Aspirant, Arcanist, Esoteric Mage
Physiology
Eyes-Emerald Green
Hair/Fur-Sun-bleached brown
Height-6’2”
Build-Bulky and Muscular
Notable Trait(s)-Facial and back scars
Condition(s)-Nearsightedness and hyperacusis

Psychology
Personality-INFJ/A
Preferences-Sweet, Spicy, Salty, Chicken, Fish, Beef, Cozy/Lively Atmospheres, Animals, Learning New Things, Flowers, Hazelnut Soup.
Aversions-Quarries, Smithies, Gunnaries, Gunpowder, Clanging Metal, Stages, Loud Machinery.
Phobias-Heliophobia, Isolophobia, Thanatophobia, Metallophobia, Athazagorophobia, Thermophobia, Hoplophobia, Mechanophobia, Emetophobia, Pistanthrophobia, Mild Haphephobia.
Conditions-PTSD, ADHD, Repression, Smiling Depression, Martyr Complex, Panic Disorder.
Positives-Gentle, Caring, Optimistic, Diligent, Wise, Protective, Energetic, Honest, Courageous, Imaginative, kind, reliable.
Negatives-Blunt, Stubborn, Secretive, Anxious, Exagerative, Emotionally Unstable.

Historiology
Birthplace-Bozja, Ilsabard
Home-Garlemald, Ilsabard
Current Residence-Ul’dah, Eorzea
Family-Conrad (Father, Deceased), Adel(Mother, Deceased), Fredrich (Older Brother, Deceased), John (Younger Brother, Deceased), Gotte (Caretaker, Missing).
Extended Family-Two Uncles, Two Aunts, Seven Cousins.
Previous Occupations-Factory Worker, War Engineer, Miner, Propagandist.

Early Childhood

Born to a family of Gunbreaker engineers, Rampion had a peaceful early childhood as a Bozjan cub. His mother gave him his name due to how delicate he seemed as a newborn, though it wasn’t out of a sense of endearing. While Rampion’s early life was peaceful, the same could not be said for his parents, Conrad and Adel, and older brother, Friedrich, however. As Rampion started developing as a child, he hardly paid attention to anything or anyone around him, much to the chagrin of his close family. Despite this, the Hrothgar cub lived happily, even if his parents and brother looked down on him for being slow to learn. Being born into a prominent family of engineers, Rampion was left wanting for not. His uncles watched over him, his aunts spoiled him and his cousins were his only friends. What’s more, Rampion’s father was a foreman, which allowed his family to live comfortably, despite the ongoing war with the Garleans. Unfortunately, Rampion’s life would be upturned as Garlemald finished its campaign in Bozja. Soon, his family was split in two. One side stayed with their queen and retreated to Ishgard, while Rampion’s side stayed and lived under the Empire’s rule, joining them in their war effort and adopted the last name “Hohenzaschern.” Left with those who only saw him as a burden, Rampion Hohenzaschern’s difficult life under the Garleans began.

Life Under Garlemald

By the time Garledmald had solidified its grasp in Bozja, Rampion’s side of the family had integrated themselves and their business into Imperial life. Conrad soon ran a slew of military factories, and the Imperial Army and its elites were armed with gunblades and new war machines. The Honenzascherns attained the imperial title of “cen” as a result. As the years went by, while Fredrich thrived, Rampion struggled harshly. He still had trouble learning adequately, and even though he wasn't harassed, the Garlean children still gave him odd looks for his leonine appearance. It didn't help that Rampion’s parents and brother still saw him as a burden and were barely paying any attention to him. Isolated, Rampion turned to having an imaginary friend, which gave him even more odd looks from the other children.Eventually, after failing so many of his lessons and noticing how the boy was being ignored, Rampion’s teacher advised Conrad and Adel to hire a caretaker for Rampion. That way, he could be tutored and looked after if his family was too busy. And so they took the advice and hired Gotte, a native Garlean woman with high notorieties from past employers. As time passed, Gotte became more of a mother to Rampion than his actual mother. Over time, thanks to Gotte’s tutoring, Rampion found a way to focus through doodling, as it was all he did to stave off boredom during his early childhood. Rampion even found joy in reading, thanks to his caretaker, who encouraged him to look for stories behind the subjects of his learning. Whenever Rampion felt lonely or wanted company, Gotte was always there for him.However, the comfort was small compared to the constant resentment Rampion got from his family. Conrad worked him tirelessly after school to try and “toughen” the young cub to the point of occasional injury. Adel neglected Rampion physically and emotionally, not wanting to be associated with a “weak” child. And John subtlety tormented Rampion on the daily, from emotional manipulation to breaking promises behind his brother’s back. Things only got worse when Adel had another child when Rampion was 14. One that was “perfectly healthy” in mind and body. They all soon started comparing Rampion to his new little brother, and their resentment toward him intensified. Still, Gotte cared for Rampion all the same and treated him more like family than his blood relatives. However, peaceful times came to an end once Rampion turned 18 and was made to work in one of his father’s factories

Factory Life and Exile

When Rampion came of age, his father started making him work in a factory that made machines and weapons of war. To say that it was a bad experience was an understatement, as his sensitivity to sound made every bang of the hammer and clanging of metal plating unbearable. It didn't help that his coworkers were talking about the loss of life like it was something to brag about. Especially after Rampion witnessed the Bozja incident when he was six. Eventually, Rampion couldn’t take it anymore. While the factory was working on a huge project to bring back one of the ancient Allagan Superweapons, Rampion snapped and broke off a piece of it, which caused a nasty chain reaction that destroyed most of the factory and its products. His rampage continued until Garlean soldiers barely restrained him and didn't stop completely until Rampion’s own father gashed his face with a gunblade. While it didn't kill him, the pain was enough to make Rampion pass out. When he was unconscious, the Garlean officials in charge made the decision to exile Rampion to a mining quarry.During his exile, Rampion was forced to work day in and out under the scorching hot sun at the quarry, often passing out from sun and heat stroke. He would’ve died in the quarry if it weren't for the help of a friend named Eugenius, a hyur who had also come from Bozja, and knew of Rampion’s past struggles from afar. It wasn’t long before Rampion joined Eugenius’ group of friends, found some semblance of comfort in his exile, and shared in what little food and water they were given. Unfortunately, fate was not so kind as tragedy struck once more. Eugenius had come up with a secret plan to escape the quarry with Rampion and the others. During the early stages of the plan, Rampion had found another fellow prisoner among the quarry and offered to take him along in the escape. When the time came, the plan went well at first, but when they were so close to escaping, imperial soldiers caught them at their planned exit. As it turned out, the fellow prisoner was an imperial insider, and Rampion had unintentionally exposed his friends’ escape plan. Rampion, Eugenius, everyone was caught. Things only got worse as Rampion was actually let off easy for being the one to speak about the plans, under the condition he would be the one to publicly execute his only friends. Despite all of this, Eugenius and the others didn’t hold a grudge against Rampion. They understood that it was an honest mistake. Still, Rampion’s heart ached every time he was made to pull the trigger. When he reached Eugenius, his heart finally shattered upon the last gunshot, promising never to let something like this happen again. Rampion was soon left isolated once more until he turned 20, when his exile somehow got lifted.

Exodus to Eorzea

Rampion was soon brought back to Bojza after his exile was revoked. The reason being that Gotte managed to convince the imperial officials in charge that Rampion was still useful and that his skills weren’t being properly honed in Conrad’s factory. She explained how, due to Rampion’s conditions and how the factory setting didn’t do him any good, it drove the hrothgar mad and into a rampage. As a result of this explanation, and after showing the officials Rampion’s previous drawings, the poor hrothgar was brought back under the condition he worked as a propagandist for the empire, much to Rampion’s dismay. As much as Rampion tried, he could hardly hold back on the propaganda campaigns since they needed to accentuate Garlemald as a pillar of order and reason the world desperately needed. He would’ve eventually grown to hate his work if Gotte had not given him some semblance of refuge, whether it’d be helping in her garden, cooking his favorite foods, or giving him a space to work on more honest pieces of art. Despite all of this, however, it didn’t make the pain or the suffering in his soul go away. All Rampion wanted to do was leave Bozja so that he could live his own life. And, soon, he’d have his wish.Reapers attacked the Hohenzaschern family home after Rampion returned from work one day and isolated himself in his room. The assassins systematically eliminated the family members one by one until they got to Rampion. Fortunately, Gotte was there to intervene on Rampion’s behalf, attempting to convince them to spare her charge, explaining that he never wanted to be part of the Garlean war effort. The reapers weren’t willing to hear her out at first until Rampion asked to be killed, to which Gotte gave him a sobering slap to the face in response, telling him that his life was worth saving and living out. Seeing how Gotte’s words about Rampion held true, they agreed to let him go under the condition he never returned until he was strong enough to fight against Garlemald. Rampion refused to go at first, not wanting to leave the only person left ever to show him love and care, but Gotte was persistent, telling him that the outside world was now his to explore. That there were so many things out there that his books couldn’t begin to describe. With that being said, Rampion begrudgingly agreed to the terms and left the house with Gotte as the reapers burned it down to erase any trace of their survival.Not long after, Rampion and Gotte were escorted to a faraway port outside of Garlean influence. The reapers who kept them safe proceeded to help Rampion procure passage on a ship sailing for Limsa Lominsa, warning him not to reveal that he was part of Garlemald or people might shun him. Gotte stayed behind, knowing she may not be welcomed either, and said her goodbyes to the only man in the world she’d call her son. And so, Rampion had set sail to Eorzea, unsure of his future, and promising he’d return for the only family he ever truly had since his early childhood.

Vitruvian Calculations

“I still find it strange that my aetheric formulas work better as drawings than numbers. So, I’m going to test a few ideas to see how far this can go. Test 1.”Several random doodles drawn in detail can be seen dotting the page.“Not much success thus far. I’ve been following every step and rule and got nothing. Is there something I’m missing?”“Update: I’ve asked Thubyrgeim for some help and she told me something interesting: Arcanists mainly gain their strength from imagination, and that these aetheric formulas are automatic so long as there’s some sense to them. Even my carbuncle is part of my mental manifestations. Gonna try this again. Test 2.”More doodles can be seen dotting the space under the writing.“Test successful! Turns out my imagination lacked focus and reasoning. Will be applying this to future experiments.”

Carbuncle Modifications

“After becoming a summoner and learning more about how the imagination is key to utilizing my abilities to their fullest, I’m curious to see how I can modify how my carbuncle functions. It’s a product of my mind, so there must be some things I can do with it.”Sketches of carbuncles can be seen dotting the page. Some of them seem to overlap sketches of hrothgar anatomy.“Tests seem to be doing alright thus far. Just unlocked an interesting ability to see through my carbuncle’s eyes. I also seem to be able to communicate with it telepathically. Apparently, I’ve got a brutally honest subconscious with how my little friend speaks to me. Still, it’s a start. Let’s try something else.”Sketches of carbuncles overlayed onto Primals cover the next page.“It’s amazing how the imagination can innovate some of the greatest findings. By applying the original formula of the Primals to my carbuncle, it can absorb and control the corresponding element. I’m excited to see how much further I can take this in my next discovery.”

Can Summoners Access Red Magic?

“In my travels, I’ve heard of a mysterious thing called ‘Red Magic,’ a school of magic that combines the teachings of White and Black magics. From what I’ve heard, their power comes from their inner aether, kind of like how summoners use their imagination. I wonder…”Red Magic comes from within > Imagination comes from within > Summoners use imagination to fuel their power > Summoners use aetheric calculations to focus their aether > Crimson Summoner?“This could be the innovation of a lifetime for arcanists everywhere! Wielding the pen AND the sword! Let’s see how far we can take this.”A whole mess of scribbled-out sketches fill the page.“It feels like I’ve been banging my head against the desk. Ugh, I’ve had minimal success trying to get this to work. It feels like I’m missing something.”“Update: I just found out what was missing.”A detailed drawing of a carbuncle overlayed on a hrothgar is seen on the page.“Success!”

Rainbow Carbuncle?

“I coudln’t get my mind off of what Sani asked. Asking me to show her my ‘rainbow carbuncle.’ What did she mean by that? I’ll have to look into this further.”

5th Sun, 6th Astral Moon

“It has been a whole week since I left my home in Bozja, and I’ve never been more scared for my life. I know I wanted to go and live my own life, but the fact I had to leave my only family breaks my heart. Gotte, I miss you so much, and I hope to see you again soon once I become a stronger man. As if things weren’t bad enough, now our ship’s under attack by pirates and sahagin. Stupid cannons and their explosive noise, reminds me of my father’s factory, and I hate it. I’m going above deck to get some fresh air once things have calmed down.”

5th Sun, 6th Astral Moon (Update)

“Just arrived on land, and I couldn't be happier. Lominsa is certainly different than how they described it in the textbooks. It’s not a nation of shipwrecks at all, just lovely stone buildings built along the reefs. Even met a nice guy running a tavern called the Drowning Wench. Baderon I think his name was. Even gave me free room and board for doing some odd jobs for him. Naturally, I didn’t tell him where I came from, knowing what would happen if I did. I hope I’m able to make Eorzea my home, it’s a wonderful place thus far.”

12th Sun, 6th Astral Moon

“Just met the most adorable pair of twins today. They were a couple of Elezen named Alphinaud and Alisaie; very kind and polite too. I told them I was actually from parts unknown and that I was looking to start a new life here in Eorzea, and they immediately jumped at the chance to help me. Bless their hearts, they introduced me to the Arcanists’ Guild after I showed them my drawings. Have no idea why, though. Alphinaud even said he’d have me introduced to the Grand Companies, as well as some of his friends, so I could get a bit of a start here in this new land. Hope to meet more like them.”

15th Sun, 6th Astral Moon

“So far, things haven’t been going so well with the arcanists. I’ve been having serious problems with my formulas and I can’t even summon a carbuncle. I can’t help but feel ashamed of myself after all my time being tutored by my caretaker. It's like I’m letting her down. Why did those twins recommend me to this guild?”

29th Sun, 6th Astral Moon

“It's been two weeks since my last entry and many amazing things happened. Guildmaster Thubyrgeim heard of my plight and sought out the original Guildmaster, K’rhid Tia, to look into my shortcomings. When he did, what Master Tia discovered caught me by surprise. Turns out that my understanding of aetheric formulas is outside the norm. I actually understand them better as pictures instead of numbers. Master Tia called this almost lost form of aetheric mathematics ‘Vitruvian Calculations,’ formulas in the form of detailed pictures instead of scattered numbers. He then tasked me to summon a carbuncle using these calculations, and I succeeded! Alphinaus, Alisaie, you knew the whole time, didn't you? Sorry I ever doubted, both you AND me.”

1st Sun, 6th Umbral Moon

“Just spent my first Starlight Festival celebration in Eorzea. Even got to meet Limsa Lominsa’s admiral. That woman’s got serious spirit, let me tell you! Lady Merlwyb was even dared to chug a whole barrel of rum and she did just that! When I got a chance to chat with her, the admiral was very kind to a newcomer like me. And when I told her my name, the good admiral thought it sounded adorable. She was like a much kinder version of my mother. I was even offered to join the Maelstrom, but I respectfully declined. Still gotta get over my heliophobia.”

7th Sun, 6th Umbral Moon

“My training has been progressing at a rapid pace thanks to all the odd jobs I’ve been taking on. I’m getting closer and closer to the next step of my journey, or so my fellow guildmates keep saying. Also met a kind miqo’te named Y’shtola today. Said she was told of me by Alphinaud. She told me there’s going to be a string of memorials occurring across Eorzea about the Batlle of Carteneau (a battle I remember all too well from my home) and that I should consider looking into them. I agreed, mainly because I felt like I owed Eorzea my remorse after being made to work under Garlean rule.”“Update: After hearing Admiral Merlwyb’s speech (truly a woman of passion for her nation, Garlemald should watch their backs around her), I took an airship to Gridania. The forest scenery was absolutely gorgeous despite the coldness of the locals. Even visited the botanist guild before the memorial, and it was relaxing! I hope to one day make a home here. Anyway, I saw the Elder Seedseer, Kan-E-Senna, and she was one of the most motherly people I’ve come to know. When I spoke with her, I told her a little about myself (omitting the more problematic parts of my past, of course), and she told me I would always have a place here should I decide to settle. My next stop is Ul’dah, and I’m nervous since it’s a desert local. Hopefully, the heat and sun won’t be so bad…”“Update 2: It was worse than I thought. The desert heat is unbearable, and the sun is just beating down on my fur. Regardless, I’m happy I came here. The memorial held by Raubahn and the Sultana was…admittedly eye-opening. Seeing a bit of Ul’dah for myself, it worries me how close to home it is. If things continue as they are here, this desert land may end up becoming the next Garlemald if the Ala Mhigans are pushed further into desperation. So, I’ve made my choice. I spoke with Raubahn, told him (a bit of) my story, and asked if I could join the Immortal Flames. He accepted me soon after. I’ll also use this as an opportunity to deal with my heliophobia and thermophobia.”

8th Sun, 6th Umbral Moon

“Today, General Rauban introduced me to a Free Company called ‘The Silver Order.’ Says they’re an odd bunch with good hearts. When he introduced me to Commander Leonceault Beaumont, I was a little nervous. Never have I seen an elezen look so imposing. Still, when I told him about myself, the Commander seemed intent on listening. He said he’d think about letting me in.”

11th Sun, 6th Umbral Moon

“Commander Leon had accepted me! He said he would conduct my interview soon, but the good commander said he had a knighting ceremony in the works. Said I should attend to meet the others and that there were more newcomers other than myself.”

12th Sun, 6th Umbral Moon

“I had just attended the knighting of my fellow comrade, Kusuri. Apparently, she’s one of the best healers in the Silver Order. I even met a fellow newcomer to Eorzea, Sacniete, but she prefers to be called Sani. She has a hospitable personality, almost familiar in a way.”

15th Sun, 6th Umbral Moon

“Ran into another comrade in Fallgourd Float, Ryoko. Apparently we’re in similar professions: She a Scholar, I a Summoner. We had a nice chat, I told her to have more confidence in herself, and I even decided to put my faith in her skills. The scar on my face has yet to be heal on its own, or by anyone else, so I’m betting it all on Ryoko because I believe in her.”

20th Sun, 6th Umbral Moon

“Just had a talk with V’raska and Leon about my first mission, although it was an unnecessary decision on my part. Not much to speak of, though Leon mentioned the Order putting on a play for the little ones. I…had to refuse. I’m never going on a stage again after what I was made to excite my own friends.”“Update: Soon after the meeting, a strange black liquid dripped out of my nose. I don’t feel lightheaded, so I’m sure it's nothing.”

27th Sun, 6th Umbral Moon

“Just got back from my first mission, and it was a complete success! Even managed to protect one of my friends from a rabid wolf! Although there was one thing that bugged me: there was one other creature that escaped before we took care of the wolf pack. Gonna have to track it down. Hopefully, it’s not a wolf the size of a behemoth. Or worse: an ACTUAL behemoth.”

29th Sun, 6th Umbral Moon

“I’m so blessed to be with the Silver Order! We just had a gift exchange and Commander Leon gave me a pair of glasses. I never even brought up that I was nearsighted, and be still noticed! Sani even asked what I loved to do so she could get a gift for me! Honestly…I’m so happy I decided to come to Eorzea. In fact, I haven’t been this happy since my days with Gotte.”

4th Sun, 1st Astral Moon

“We’ve had another recent meeting, this one about helping our comrade, Colbia, retrieve her soul from a lich. We just threw suggestions of infiltration around; I myself suggested getting a druid specializing in fungi to use pseudo-zombies for said mission. The meeting ended alright; Kusuri even offered me a drink when I stayed behind. But my carbuncle started acting out at me soon as we were alone. Experimenting with my own original formula had been aggravating it recently. One thing led to another, and we decided to run a little test involving fire using the candelabra. We ended up burning down the kitchen by mistake. Kusuri even chewed me out about it, though she was kind in her scolding. Still, at least the flame absorption worked well. I need to stop letting my past turmoil mess me up like this.”“Update: The black ooze was resurfacing again. I had coughed up a huge glob of it in the washroom. Still no medical issues as a result if this…yet…………………I’m scared…”

14th Sun, 1st Astra Moon

“It’s taken me a long time to get to this point, but I did it. To explain, General Raubahn had sent me to investigate excessive noise from the Gate of Thal (some newcomers to the city were complaining about it) only to discover that it was just a sparring local for fighters from all over. Even met G’attano for the first time there too, along with a couple of her acquaintances. After being distracted by a fight involving a paladin and a black mage (who I mistook as a black knight and reaper. So many fighters with confusing setups that makes sense them look like entirely different jobs) I got into a bit of a heated debate with said acquaintances (specifically the one in black armor) and gave G’attano a reminder on why the sun doesn’t rise too quickly. Ultimately, the main breakthrough of all this is that my original formula is now complete. One of G’attano’s acquaintances was a red mage, and I needed to fight them to get a better understanding of red magic. Unfortunately, they left soon after I started the heated debate with the man in black armor. So, I had to find another, which I did. She was an amazing fighter, can’t remember her name, but thanks to her, I was able to figure out how red magic worked in my own special way. I can’t wait to apply my completed formula.Note: I noticed there was someone among the fighters that was giving off a lot of dark aether. She appeared to be an Ascian. Will have to investigate further later.

21st Sun, 1st Astral Moon

“…I…I’m…Ugh, I don’t know how to feel about this…We’ve had another gift exchange to make up for those who missed it, and Sani, bless her heart, got me a wonderful painter’s kit. It was nice seeing how everyone was like family…but then I…SEVEN HELLS, WHY DID I HAVE TO MESS IT ALL UP?! Words cannot express the shame I feel for what happened, even with my friends’ comforting words! Of all the times the stupid black ooze had to resurface, it HAD to be at the exchange! Suri, Sani, and…gah! So many people were trying to help me! And, of course, my mind goes haywire in the midst of it too! The moment I mentioned the word ‘father’, those horrible memories came flooding back! Now we’ve got an inkblot carbuncle off prancing WHO KNOWS WHERE doing WHO KNOWS WHAT! What’s worse is that someone got hurt because of me! I…I…I…I need to step out…It feels like I’m about to cry up a storm…”Stains of tears and black splotches can be seen dotting the page.

23rd Sun, 1st Astral Moon

“I can’t believe it, but the blot happened again…We were out on a mission to deal with rogue thaumaturges, and it was going well until their leader killed one of their own. Twelve preserve me, the memories came flooding back again. The blotting was so much worse this time. I’m thankful that it didn't decide to go nuts again and hurt my friends. Apparently it was more protective this time, taking the form of flowers as my commander described it. Honestly, I’m relieved, as it shows that the blot doesn't just manifest from anger. I decided to talk with Sani about this, and…she is such a gem. Reminds me a lot of you, Gotte. Though, she said something about seeing my carbuncle turning ‘rainbow’ after gifting me a bouquet of roses. I’ll have to look into it.”

28th Sun, 1st Astral Moon

“Had another mission today. First time hearing about the Order’s enemy: The Ashstone Legion. Apparently, they’ve been a problem for a while now, and they have connections in Ishgard. These guys have had quite a few adventures before I joined, and I can’t wait to join them on more. But, back on topic: today’s mission involved putting out fires that were, apparently, caused by means of Primal influence. Ruby did a good job of absorbing the flames, and we saved a lot of people. After dealing with the arsonists, we investigated the Golden Bazarr. It seems that the initial rumors of Primal influence were right on the mark. Strange powder, magic-enhancing runes, the works. The Order’s gonna be busy for a while.”“Update: A comrade who I requested to look for summoner-related artifacts from the site of the last mission has granted me a plethora of knowledge, though I’m troubled with one particular piece. A journal splotched with black ink similar to the blot. It talks of how other summoners, as well as those whose power resided within, have had these problems too. There was even a strange book with a raven and a key on the cover, warning that the blot was not an isolated incident within our world, but that’s all it said. The only other thing the books had were entire pages containing random words: roses, kings, contracts, serpents, poisons, souls, dreams, etc. It was like looking at an incomplete index. I’ll have to go to Sharlayan one day to figure this out. For now, this research is the best lead I have for the blot.”

32nd Sun, 1st Astral Moon

“There was another mission today, but, unfortunately, it was in Dravania. Since I hadn't had permission to pass through Ishgard as of yet, I had to stay behind. Fortunately, I had Kymaea to keep me company while my friends were away. I taught her a bit about writing and reading, chatted about our pasts a little, it was fun. When my fellow compatriots came home, however, I was shocked to hear that there was an egg housing Ravana. I was miffed at first, but they reassured me that there was no incoming threat…yet. How the Hivemind got a hold of that egg is a mystery, as I’ve never read about them having a queen Gnath of sorts. I need to get permission into Ishgard here soon before there’s another mission for that location. Still no closer to uncovering the mysteries of the blot either. The Great Gubal Library is my best bet at the earliest convenience.”

2nd Sun, 1st Umbral Moon

“Today was supposed to be a day worth celebrating. Though I’m still a Flame Private, Raubahn saw how well I’ve been progressing as a fighter and saw fit to give me a small reward: a Magicked Carpet. I even sparred toe-to-toe against Zemaku, a good friend he was and a good sport. Seeing him fight was a sight to behold. But when I went to spar another fighter, Thal, I was shot, and my carbuncle was shattered. My friends Colby, Sani, and Kymaea took me to the infirmary to get me patched up. Funny how I always managed to get along with the women in my life. Anyway, I found out that the bullet that shot me was manufactured by some family of mine who I hadn’t seen in years. Why are they after me? Do they think I’m some Garlean spy after my mother and father took me with them? I don’t want to drag my friends into my mess of a past. Please, Hydaelyn, don’t let my friends get dragged into this. But at least today wasn’t a total loss. Sahi decided to adopt me, and…I don’t know how to feel about this. On one hand, I’m very flattered and honored, but it feels awkward to be adopted at my age and by my fellow comrade in arms. Still, I’m grateful to be surrounded by wonderful people at the Silver Order.”

5th Sun, First Umbral Moon

“Things just keep getting worse. I just got back from a mission to assist with Mogsteel, and I almost ended up hurting Brother Zemaku. The mission wa originally going to be a field test of their new invention, but the supply caravan went missing. After some investigation, we found out they were attacked. By who? We don’t know other than they seemed to be bandits with advanced technology. Once the investigation was finished, I heard tell that Mother Sani and Brother Sema had an encounter with a voidsent. I stupidly assumed the worst and accused Zema of being possessed, threatening to take him to Gridania for some healing. Fortunately, I was wrong about him being possessed, but I felt incredibly guilty for acting the way I did. I need to control myself before I end up breaking my promise to Eugenius.”

8th Sun, First Umbral Moon

“Had dinner with the Order. Mother Sani cooked an amazing meal and I got to talk with so many amazing people. Even got to know the Vice Commander, Gereion, better. Though it ended on a slightly sour note for me, the blot just won’t go away. I need to find some professional help, and soon.”

9th Sun, 1st Umbral Moon

“It was a sad day today. What was supposed to be a friendly sparring match turned into a fight for our lives. The lich that held Colby’s soul captive sent an army of ashkin and voidsent to attack us at our most vulnerable. While we did manage to fend them off, the lich casted a powerful spell that would’ve annihilated us. However, Thallion, a friend only just met, sacrificed himself to allow us another chance at this life. Everyone around me was devastated to see him go, Colby especially. I tried to comfort her, but she pushed me away. Still, I gave her my two cents before reporting back to General Raubahn. Also, I had just completed my secret mission to investigate black snakes near Sil’dih, and it turns out they’re related to the blot. They even finished off the leftover undead left by the lich. Why would they do that? Either way, this warrants further investigation. On a more positive note, Zemaku talked some sense into me about my emotional state. From now on, I’m going to set a better example for my comrades.”

12th Sun, First Umbral Moon

“We had Thallion’s funeral today. I tried my hardest to keep up conversations about his exploits like G’attano said, but it was tough. Anyway, I arrived late because I was being chased by Amal’ja for slaying Ifrit and using his bones to forge a spear for Colby. She was shocked to see that I managed to pull it off. Little does she and the others know, I took on Primals summoned by small sects of their worshipers. They were still tough, but not enough to wipe out whole villages. Heck, it was the only way I could even get strong enough as a Summoner to take on Odin and a full-powered Ifrit. Even then it was a pain since I had to prepare so many arcane formulas to even the odds. Still, I’m glad Colby liked the spear. May she forever walk in the light of the crystal.”

19th Sun, First Umbral Moon

“Garlond Ironworks called us in to investigate the remains of Castrum Meridianum and the Praetorium. Apparently, a rogue faction of Garlemald’s loyalists was trying to salvage what they could from their lost base, probably looking for any of what was left of Ultima Weapon. However, when we were about to begin our investigation, one of the workers we met said that the aetheric measurements were high and still growing. Not to mention, none of the rogue soldiers came out. Even the investigation squad sent by Garlemald to retrieve their soldiers didn’t come back out. I convinced those with me to go through with the job anyway since the other Free Companies had their hands full. What we didn't expect was a run-in with more of the blot. As we made our way through the Praetorium, many of the soldiers were trying their hardest to run away from something, only to be dragged back into the darkness and devoured. The further we went into the Castrum, the more carnage there was to be found. Some of the base was even eaten. At some point, we eventually found the cause of all the destruction: The Carblotle. The same one that manifested from my trauma. What’s worse, it was shouting things. Things that I experienced from my past abuse. It was demanding that we stop hurting it, crying out like a scared and confused child. When we finally put it down for good, it called out for my caretaker: Gotte. It was…spine-chilling, to say the least. I’ll be honest…I’m scared. Scared about how this whole blot situation will turn out. But I must be strong and set a good example for my friends. I’m supposed to help people better themselves. I can’t very well do that if I’m the one in constant need of reassurance.”

26th Sun, First Umbral Moon

“Good news! The Silver Order was contacted by a group of people who know a bit about the effects of blot. They called themselves the ‘Rabbit Hole Expedition Team’ and they said they were from Sharlayan. When we met them at the Coffin and Coffer, they introduced themselves as Liliddell Liddell and Tehmpoh, and told us a lot about what they’ve been doing. Apparently, they’ve been keeping an eye on me ever since I came to Eorzea because I was already giving off a high blot reading. Tehmpoh even explained that the Carblotle that manifested from my trauma was called a Specter, and that it was a natural discharge for those with high amounts of blot within them. What troubled me was that they said that if I became overwhelmed with trauma, I could ‘overblot,’ or so they say, becoming what they call a ‘Phantom.’ Fortunately, Liliddell clarified that I could actually reduce the amount of blot within me so long as I keep looking to find times and creating better memories. Though my friends at the Order didn't take to kindly to me being stalked (and I’m honestly grateful they look out for me like that), and they got a little frustrated with our two guests. Still, Lili and Tehmpoh were trying their bets to plead their case. That was, until, our meeting was cut short by the assassins that have been after me. They gave me a month to surrender myself or they’ll go after the Order. As much as I worry for my friends, I have confidence in them. I know they can take on the assassins and win. But, we may have more to worry about than those guys. When we investigated the area to find a trail to track them down, we discovered another black rosebush, just like the ones my subordinates in the Flames reported seeing in the desert. Upon closer inspection, we found that the roses were growing out of a severed head, one belonging to a Flame Private I sent out for patrol. Colby had it locked away as an ‘occult object’ for now, but I can’t help but feel like something bad might happen. I’m just glad Lili told us about the previous expedition team when I showed her the book L’ara found for me. Apparently it was a book belonging to a mage named Crow Blackfeather, the leader of the Looking Glass Expedition, and the words inside are actually keywords to opening the journals of the other members. Lili also said that they were the spearheads of blot research in Sharlayan, which means they know more about it than anyone. I need to try and find these guys, not just to understand my condition better, but to help others having trouble with it also.”

24th Sun, 2nd Umbral Moon

“Much has happened since I wrote my last journal, I don’t know where to begin. We saved an apple orchard from a group of strange mercenaries; had dinner with a few new friends; visited an ally of the order and made more new friends; oh, and I finally put my latest discoveries to the test for a tournament we hosted. Unfortunately, I lost in the first round, but I considered the test a success, considering that visualizing arcanimac formulas is extremely difficult. A member of the Silver Trust also stopped by to speak with me on how we of the Silver Order could help her out sometime, but I told her it was up to Commander Leon. Still, we had a pleasant conversation. We talked about each other’s dreams, ambitions, hobbies, she was a genuine character. Then, recently, we went to Anyx Trine to investigate mysterious lights and chanting within the nearby mountain. It was a cult. I tested a buncha new abilities during the fight, and the cult leader mutating into some draconic zombie gave another interesting idea to try. Sadly, G’attano nearly destroyed herself with her own abilities near the end of the fight and needed healing. I did what I could to heal her, but not completely. She would need a Sage for what I couldn’t fix. With all that said, I was able to confirm something during the mission. Turns out Ishgard and Dravania ARE experiencing a drought, as the water flowing from the Iron Feast has begin to lessen. I bottled up some of the water to give to Colby later to contain for later, since I discovered flecks of black sand floating around it. I’m sure the Rabbit Hole Expedition Team can figure something out. Then again, they ARE stationed in Dravania.”