Odin & Thancred & Level 30.

•  I have a crush on Thancred. 
•  I walked into an Odin battle and promptly died. 
• I completed Haukke Manor & Toto Roc with some FC mates. 
• I hit Level 30.

Sprout Begone.

I had the opportunity to spend all of Veteran's Day on my couch playing FFXIV. I did rise for boba tea, fish tacos and a very moderate amount of apartment tidying. I am pleased to announce that I am now a Level 27 PUG and thoroughly ensconced in the MSQ (though I am blocked from continuation until I reach 28). I also discovered, through my FC, that I am actually paying for teleports -- that's not MP expenditure indicated on the tele screen, that's a price! I mean okay, so maybe I wasn't paying close attention and maybe I was wondering where all my quest money was going. But I have tele-ed SO MUCH. I felt like too much of a noob to mention it to my FC people -- all I can say is, it's highly fortuitous that I joined Maelstrom and obtained my company chocobo through copious FATE participation (I named him Torimond, he's amazing) because I am going to have to cut down on the teles.

The point of this post is not to draw attention to my obvious noobishness, but to rejoice in the fact that my noob sprout has been removed in-game. Huzzah! That means I have put at least 40 hours into Osiria at this point.

No more.

Wandering Around Gridania

Osiria: The Span of the Empire

It had been a month now since her return. A month since the wagon had brought her back to the nation she had left behind so abruptly several years before.

However, Osiria now found herself suffocated by the sweltering heat, as well as the constant stream of refugees and consumerism prevalent in Ul'dah.

"This city is hotter than Ifrit's asshole," she cursed.

Sand adhered itself to her sweat dampened fur faster than she could shake it off. However, she still believed her decision to re-commit herself to adventuring in Ul'dah had been the right one. Under the tutelage of Master Harmon, she had acquired the necessary skills to become a pugilist of moderate talent and means.

Osiria had relentlessly fought her way across the dunes, but now the cool ocean air called to her and she considered shucking Ul'dah for the rolling tide of Limsa Lominsa. She left a few necessities with Bash for safekeeping, donned her best knuckles and allowed herself to disappear into the aether.

All Saints' Wake.