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Songstress Fejn → Fejn Hradi-Ryll
IT’S OFFICIAL! After two years Fejn has, at last, been given a surname. She will now appear as ‘Fejn Hradi-Ryll’ in game replacing ‘Songstress Fejn’.
Do come and say hello if you happen to see us about this xpac!
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FFXIV JOBS ▶ DANCER
↳ From the Near Eastern nation of Thavnair comes a troupe of bewitchingly graceful performers. Though certainly elegant and beautiful, their movements also speak of martial discipline─of a pulsing, persistent energy whose rhythm can inspire souls and soothe troubled hearts. Inured to the hardships of the road, these dancers have learned to land throwing weapons with the same exacting precision as their footfalls, removing any who would obstruct the endless beat of the dance.
Love Materia’s “Fejn Hradi-Ryll” by @kalihearts
// A dream come true; thank you Yoshi-P!
[OOC:] || We’d like to extend a very warm welcome to our new followers (and a heart-felt thank you to those who have supported us throughout the past year)! Thank you for your interest in our characters, it means a lot to us to have our trash duo so well received - we certainly enjoy playing them!
Please don’t be afraid to shoot us any questions or prompts you might have, or any IC gig opportunities!
Here’s to a happy and safe 2019, an exciting new expansion, and to all of you - our warmest regards and gratitude. ♥
- the muns of Fejn and Daristel.
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The Viera
CLASSIFICATION: Spoken SUB-CLASS: Races of Man LIFESPAN: ~240 years LOCATIONS: Othard, Dalmasca, Golmore Jungle
Encyclopedia Eorzea II - Dalmasca’s Racial Distribution: Dalmascan Hyur: 40% Bangaa: 20% Seeq: 10% Viera: 5% Other: 25%
Company Tragedian: “Those Viera who have taken up residence in the cities tend to be held in high regard, their small numbers lending to their air of mystery. It is not unheard of for members of the upper class to part with great deals of their wealth simply to be seen with one of the elusive ladies.”
Wandering Dramaturge: “Ah, yes. I have learned much of the leporine folk during my travels, so let us start off with the most basic of details─there exist two distinct clans, the light-skinned Veena Viera, and the darker-skinned Rava Viera. The word Viera itself means ‘people of the wood,’ and true to that name, both the Rava and the Veena make their homes exclusively in the Golmore Jungle, or the primeval forests which line the southwestern foothills of the Skatay Range, respectively.
Until recently─perhaps the past several generations─a Viera living outside her homeland was unheard of, and those who abandoned their tribes were branded outcasts. You see, the Viera follow a strict code called the ‘Green Word’ that binds them to their land and prohibits all contact with the outside world unless absolutely necessary.”
Fran: “This Bangaa claims you seek Orbonne. Does he speak true? Those ruins lie deep within the Golmore Jungle - a place most sacred to my sisters. They would take great offense were you to defile it with your presence.”
Jenomis cen Lexentale: “The Golmore Jungle is an endless swath of pristine emerald situated in the southeastern corner of Dalmasca on the Nagxian border. The hot and humid climes of the region have given rise to a nigh-impenetrable expanse of towering sentinels and noisome bogs in which all manner of flora and fauna is allowed to flourish without the interference of man.
Ah, and one cannot speak of Golmore without mention of its enigmatic inhabitants. As you know, the rain forest is also home to the Viera, self-proclaimed guardians of the wood. Though, those who claim that title count themselves fewer with each coming spring, as more and more of the leporine abandon their ancestral homes for the comforts of the cities. Still, many Viera continue their adherence to a strict code that has governed their people since ere the age of Ivalice - none may enter their jungle, and none may leave. To the Viera, Golmore is sacred ground, and they will not suffer what they view as the desecration of their sovereign domain by outsiders. This is especially true for those who would dare hunt their lands.”
Jenomis cen Lexentale: “The Viera have ever been wary of outsiders. For centuries their many tribes have remained hidden in the jungles, content with their self-imposed solitude. Each tribe has its own strict code and will mete swift punishment to any who would defy these laws. As such, many a Viera will spend her entire life bound to the territory of her ancestors, both unwilling and unable to venture beyond its borders. And while the tribes are wholly independent, they have agreed to uphold a single standard: shun all contact with the outside world unless it is to protect the jungle. That said, with every generation there are those Viera who long for a life beyond the verdant sea of trees and abandon their tribes to start a new life in the kingdom’s cities.”
More lore on the Viera, including the lifespan of the Viera, the role of men in Viera culture, as well as the Garlean Invasion of the Viera homelands can be found in the Read More below! Everything posted here came from 4.5′s Ivalice questline, so… obviously spoilers.
I have updated my post on everything we know about Dalmasca, the Royal City of Rabanastre, and the Garlean Annexation 30 years ago with the new info found in 4.5′s 24-man Ivalice questline!
ꜱᴏɴɢꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴇᴊɴ | ꜰꜰxɪᴠ | ʙᴀʟᴍᴜɴɢ
“...𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒”
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Elvira Madigan (1967)
Anonymous asked:
Are you excited for the possibility of Viera in 5.0?
//OOC// Oh absolutely, anon! We’re ecstatic!!!
Since early creation of our characters (not without some much needed convincing on my part) we’ve hoped playing Viera might become a reality but were never really 100% sure it would actually ever happen. Still, we forged ahead and ‘Love Materia’ was formed - gosh, how time has flown!
As Fejn’s player, in addition to better representing our exotic songstress in game, I can’t wait to be able to vary my hairstyles and/or headwear - and just outfits in general. It’s also been a long time since Fejn has connected with her own kind, perhaps even since early adolescence, so I’m sure the opportunity to establish some racial ties will be an adventure in and of itself.
As something of a teaser; we may or may not have plans for several photoshoots and some video content if/when Viera are finally released!
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He dreamed of ghosts, and of the moon and stars.
Neil Gaiman, Stardust. (via from-books-with-love)
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Commission for @lovemateria
Thank you for such a wonderful representation of our characters Fejn and Dariustel! ♡
► Prelude, Part II: “Prospect”
“Where words leave off, music begins.” ― Heinrich Heine
"By the Star, what du yu mean?" the Viera asked, swiveling on her heel as she turned from the open window and the admiration of busy Thavnarian streets below.
The breeze rolled in, bringing with it the exotic spices of the freshly baked goods from stall a mere jaunt from the from door of the apartment; forcing one's mouth to water at the promise of localized delicacies. Fejn licked her lips absently, arms folding over the growl of her stomach; loud enough to be audible.
"Not that I don't think yu would be lucky tu have me accompany yu, but tu Eorzea....? Yu swore you’d not return. Why the sudden change of heart?" "You can't deny the idea its charms.” Dariustel replied, assertive, from the far side of the room, drawing himself upward from tattered pillows once pristine. “Eorzea is the home of adventure and I know it calls to your adventurous heart. I'm certain of it.” He continued. “There is history and beauty and people unlike any you've ever seen just about every corner. Eorzea is your muse, the land of enchantment, and I am certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that it will take you and it will not let go. As it has enchanted the heart of every bard and traveler to have touched its fertile soils."
A brief silence of several beats followed as the elezen rose single digit with sheepish proclamation. "Also... I already sold the apartment," he gulped, long fingers flicking outward in gesture of room. "And I'm not going to be able to take that back."
Quietly, the woman clucked a tsk’d note responsive to the Wildwood’s incorrigible nature; briskly drowned out by the sound of helpless laughter and the slow shake of her head. The amused gesture causing the tumble of peach-glamored locks to tumble over her shoulder and gently kiss upon the curve of rounded rear; the shapely curve of her rump thusly coming to rest against the window sill and offer flash of cheeks exposed by bodysuit to the streets below.
"It is true," she acknowledged, clicking the tip of her tongue against the back of ivory teeth. A long, claw-like nail scraped along plump lower lip in downward trajectory of idle chin scratch.
"Long I have wished tu see these lands for myself...." The Viera's head swiveled, turning to glance over slender shoulder to absently observe the street below anew; a small smile painted delicately upon sultry lips.
"I question, though, just how the man intends tu pay for such a voyage... though perhaps less of a mystery now. You've sold? My, my." Dariustel approaches confidently, embraces her with one arm and guides her vision with the other in sweeping gesture, meaning for her to see past the drab walls of the cramped space he'd called his home. With it, the Viera’s attention is drawn from the streets - away from the bustling bodies below, the exotic food and new found smells, unto the promises offered by the elezen's emerald eyes.
"We play well together.” He stated, looking over her leporine countenance with smile. “We didn't get this one, but we can get others. Eorzea is bustling with venues now. They've an adventurer's guild you see, where any yahoo can earn a bit of coin and start a business of their own. They're everywhere. Rules are more lax. It's not like here. We won't want for coin, but more importantly, we won't want for adventure. For the fire that makes life worth living," he made a fist with his left as he spoke, gesturing passionately for the idea.
"For a thousand-years, the men and women of Ishgard fought an unwinnable war. Not for coin or glory but honor. Honor and piety they held above all other virtues."
Dariustel could see them on the drab wall like moving paintings, a legion of dragoons, spears aimed high as a fire-belching dragon dives through the air. His sweeping gesture widens her gaze to possibility, to adventure and exploration; to sights unseen and unheard save the stories told of the land beyond.
"Or the nation that helped them overcome this unwinnable, thousand-year war that values nothing but, coin and glory. A jewel in the desert like your very own Desert Sapphire. Gleaming domes shining in the harsh Thanalan sun," his imagination saw the city of Ul'dah rise and overshadow the fighting dragoons; directing her minds eye through their imaginary frolick. Wistfully, the Dalmascan found herself caught up in the romanticized notion of adventurous lifestyle, despite the feat being a relatively easy one. "The songs write themselves. Adventure beckons!”
Dariustel smiled wide. “Or what of Lominsa, Limsa Lominsa, a city-state led by perhaps the greatest explorer of our times, the inmitable Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn - famed discoverer of the Old World. That's where popotos are from," he moans and shakes his head at the imagined taste, appealing now so unfairly to her empty stomach.
"As far as paying," he shrugged languidly. "This place wasn't worth much but its enough to get us on a boat, and some lodging once we're there. At least for some time until we've established ourselves. You need only say yes."
The woman’s heart skipped a beat for the scenes played out in the depths of imagination, of the tales that would come to pass as effortlessly as it might be to utter a simple, three-lettered word that could make it all possible. Slender fingers reached briefly for the vision of mind's eye; curling only into nothingness as the manifested dream vanished before her eyes; pink quartz that sparkled with the desires of a wanderlusting heart.
Slowly, her gaze drifted from the path laid out before her and onto the minstrel anew; one long leg lifting from it's position on the floor with enough flexibility to place her strangely arched foot upon his stomach. It was bare, contrasting to the other that somehow remained heeled in placement on worn rug beneath. Gently, and in a manner most teasing, she slowly pushed him back upon his heel; wriggling clawed toes playfully.
"You'll have tu find my other heel first," the Viera smirked, increasing the distance between them as her foot crawled upward to exposed chest; allowing almond-shaped eyes to travel down leg’s length in pair of sultry smile offered unto he.
"Then, we make ready tu leave."
