Amalyra

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Aroma “Paff” Bel Iblis

The Corellian Pop-Star, Paff
A.K.A. Aroma Bel Iblis

| {Full Name} |

Aroma Bel Iblis

| {Age} |

23

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes (Untrained) - Light

| {Appearance} |

Aroma is 166 centimeters in height and has lithe build with pale skin. Her hair reaches down to her shoulder blades and often changes color for her performances, though she usually has it as either a brown or lilac color and her eyes a light-blue/teal color. Out in public, Aroma follows the leading galactic clothing trends and more often than not has her outfits already decided for her by her management staff. Because of this, however, her wardrobe always seems to be bursting at the seams and usually needs to be cleaned out monthly, sometimes weekly depending on the trends. In private, however, Aroma tends to fall back to her roots with looser, more comfortable, clothing along with her favorite jacket fashioned with a cartoonish imp face on the left breast.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Custom Care Droid - Designated as C2, this droid was created by Aroma’s grandfather to look after her in her older years since Garm was still very busy with his obligations to the military. The droid moved via a small repulsorlift engine and was capable of navigation, holo communication, and sending out a distress signal should its charge fall under danger. The droid was also programmed to transmit her location to Garm so he could keep track of Aroma.
• Travel Suitcase - Due to frequent travel, Aroma always has a suitcase of her most important personal belongings ready to go. It contains her favorite jacket, her first stage uniform, a picture of her parents, and various trinkets she’s collected from the planets she’s toured.
• A-180 Blaster Kit - As a gift from her grandfather for graduating from the Royal Corellian Flight Academy, Aroma was given an A-180 Modular Blaster Kit. She usually keeps the blast in its pistol configuration but occasionally, when Garm takes her out to the range, she is able to use the other configurations. Although she owns a blaster, Aroma usually doesn’t carry it on her person at all times since she doesn’t feel the need to, often leaving it in her room instead.
  
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| {Physical Abilities} |

• Agile & Flexible - Due to her occupation as a popstar, management has Aroma undergo enough exercise to maintain her figure. While she is not physically strong, she is still fit and has a fair amount of stamina.
• Royal Corellian Flight Academy - Because of her family’s military service along with being raised by Grandpa Garm, who also happens to be an admiral in the Corellian Hegemony, Aroma was sent to study the basics of officership in the Royal Corellian Flight Academy. As a result of her schooling, Aroma has basic combat and blaster training, basic flight training, and a basic understanding of fleet and leadership tactics.

| {Force Abilities} |

• Battle Meditation - Although Aroma has no idea that she’s force sensitive and even less of an idea that she has this incredibly rare ability, she still manages to call upon this ability intuitively during her concerts to improve both her own performance and that of her stage crew. To the unknowing eye, it just looks like Aroma is a very good singer with a very experienced stage crew in the background along with a captivated audience. To those who knew what to look for, however, the effects of the force power were obvious in how efficiently the stage crew were working, in how much energy Aroma was able to put into each song, and in how clearly they could focus on the music despite the crowd.
• Force Empathy - Another skill which Aroma has, though she just thinks she’s good at reading and understanding people, is Force Empathy. Intuitively, this lets her read the crowd she’s performing for which in turn influences which song she decides to perform next. Her unusual perceptiveness with people has not gone unnoticed, though it has mostly just improved her reputation with fans and critics alike with how kind she is. Even her grandfather has noticed her social skill, though she has never been able to get passed Garm’s experienced emotional barrier.

| {Limitations} |

• Civilian - For literally all of her life, Aroma has lived as a civilian. Though she has definitely traveled more than the average joe, the life she has led so far has been a peaceful one. As a result, she has no live combat experience.
• Untrained Force Sensitive - Aroma is untrained in the workings of the force and more often than not has little to no control of her abilities, even if she has an intuitive understanding of them.

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| {Personality} |

Originally, Aroma was a shy and soft-spoken girl in front of others. Due to both her grandfather’s obligations and her own surname, Aroma spent a lot of time in the solitude of her grandfather’s home on Corellia. As she began working in the entertainment industry, however, she was more or less forced into becoming more social. Fortunately, she was able to find her footing in the industry, taking her social interactions in stride as she quickly became an upstart in the music community. Nowadays, Aroma has learned to become more assertive in front of others, although she still finds comfort in solitude occasionally.

Despite her shyness early on, Aroma always had a bit of an adventurous, sometimes even mischievous, spirit within her. This, for better or worse, often led her to the streets of Coronet to explore the many sights and wonders of the Jewel of Corellia. Later on in life, this nature of hers often caused her to sneak away, with a casual disguise, to bars featuring an open mic night so she could return to her roots and sing the slower, softer music she more often than not couldn’t perform as a pop-star.

If there is one trait, other than her singing, that Aroma is known by, it is her notorious kindness. Being raised in relative safety compared to the rest of the galaxy, Aroma is, by default, kind and trusting to all, possibly to a fault. Combined with her natural empathy, courtesy of the force, Aroma actively goes out of her way to accommodate others, often taking the time to listen to someone’s problems and helping them talk things out.

| {Place of Origin} |

Aroma was born and raised on Corellia under the Bel Iblis lineage. Unfortunately, her parents died during the clone wars when she was too young to remember, leaving her to be raised by her grandfather, Garm Bel Iblis, in Coronet City.

| {Background} |

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Aroma Bel Iblis, granddaughter to Garm Bel Iblis, was born in Coronet City in 18 BBY. Aroma, for most of her life, grew up under the guidance of her grandfather due to her parents’ deaths during the clone wars. According to Garm, Aroma’s parents died during the defense of Corellia against General Grievous’ diversionary attack, though they didn’t know it was a diversionary attack at the time. “They sacrificed themselves so that you could live a brighter and happier future Aroma, never forget that.” is a line that little Aroma would often hear from her grandfather was home and able to tuck her in himself. Unbeknownst to the child however, Garm had his work cut out for him in regards to matters other than the Corellian Military. One such matter being the Green Jedi and protecting little Aroma from the mess that was the Corellian Jedi Order. Although Garm was not force sensitive himself, he had worked with plenty of other Jedi in his life and was able to see the signs of Aroma’s force sensitivity. Thus, Garm set it upon himself to protect his granddaughter from the messy politics of the Green Jedi and to ensure that she has as normal of a life as possible, just like her parents would have wanted for her.

During her younger years on Corellia, Aroma was often left to herself and the at-home caretaker droid, Garm being too busy with matters concerning the Corellian navy to be at home all the time. Because of this, young Aroma was quick to bore in the empty apartment, especially after she was finished with her school work. This ultimately led to her start in singing, as she would often play and sing along to her favorite songs in the empty apartment without worrying about disturbing someone.

As Aroma entered her teenage years, she was gifted C2, a custom care and guidance droid that could accompany her outside of the apartment, and an enrollment letter into the Royal Corellian Flight Academy. In general, however, her life didn’t change much from before, she went to school, did her homework, came home to an empty apartment, sang for a bit, rinse and repeat. The only thing that seemed to change was that she was now at a prestigious school, but, just like before, people took notice of her surname and usually avoided her, some even bullied her due to her shy nature. Alongside this, Aroma started to wander the streets of Coronet more often now that she had C2, usually following the sound of music into various stores before staying awhile to listen. More often than not she usually ended up at an upscale bar known as ‘The Corellian Standard’ because she liked the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere of both the establishment and the music it featured.

One night at the bar, however, would drastically change the girl’s future, as it would become the first time Aroma performed in front of others. That night, the bar held an open mic event, allowing anyone to step up and perform their act, though they would be at the mercy of the crowd. For some reason, one that Aroma still doesn’t know, she stepped on stage after feeling a tug in her heart to do so. It took her a few moments to calm herself down on stage, not used to having so many people looking at her at once. Ultimately, she just ended up closing her eyes before starting to sing a song that she thought matched the venue and knew by heart. It would be a strange sight to those that knew the bar because for once, it was dead silent as Aroma sang, not a single person making a sound to avoid disturbing the beautiful performance. Once the song ended, the bar exploded with praise and applause, catching Aroma off guard with how positive the reaction was as some even cheering for another song. After the night ended, Aroma was left with a big grin on her lips and a new part-time job as a lounge singer as she returned to the apartment.

Time seemed to fly for Aroma as she spent her days at the academy and her nights at the bar singing. Before she knew it, she was already graduating from the academy and receiving her credentials from her own grandfather. Although she had already decided she wouldn’t be enlisting into the military, Garm still gifted her an A-180 Modular Blaster Kit, stating that it was better to have a blaster and not need it than to need one and not have it. Later on in her life, she would always take it with her when she spent time with her grandfather since they would often bond at the shooting range. By the time of her graduation, Aroma had already decided what she wanted to do thanks to a lucky break one night when she was singing at the bar. An employee from Galactic Records that was scouting for new talent approached her after her set and offered her the opportunity of a lifetime, a shot at the big leagues in the music industry. After talking to her grandfather and getting his vote of support, Aroma committed to pursuing what had become her dream and took the first steps towards sharing her music with the galaxy.

Before she knew it, a year had already passed by in her new career under the stage name ‘Paff.’ At this point, she had released two albums with a third in the works, been interviewed by multiple news outlets, including the Corellia Times from back home, and was even on a galactic tour to perform live for her fans. It was at the last stop of this very tour, Corellia, where she announced exciting news to her fans back home. Due to how well Aroma has been doing the industry, her reputation as an upstart has started to become well known to the community. Because of this, Shiri, another, more prominent, artist that works with Galactic Records took attention to the rise of ‘Paff’ and ultimately invited her to join a group that she was forming. Aroma, who was a long time fan of Shiri, was absolutely ecstatic at the offer and took it practically immediately. Thus, this led to Paff’s announcement at the end of the tour that she would be joining Shiri’s pop-group as a part-time member, before surprising all her fans with the guest appearance of the pop-group in question and a sneak peek performance of the album they’d be releasing together.

Another year full of songs, albums, tours, and collaborations would pass for Aroma before she was suddenly called back to Corellia. There, she was met by her grandfather who introduced the rising pop star to Mandalorian Ambassador Alleron, a representative from The Grand Republic of Mandalore sent to improve diplomatic relations between the two nations. Aroma was then briefed on their plan to host a cultural exchange between Mandalore and Corellia with each planets’ respective capital cities hosting a cultural festival of the other nation. Finally, she then was requested to represent the modern age of Corellian music at the festival on Mandalore. At first, Aroma was fairly hesitant about accepting the task, wondering if she was the right person for the job. After some self deliberation though, she made up her mind and accepted the task, mainly to try and help out her aging grandfather since she knew just how busy he always was. She did have one condition however, she would only participate if she was allowed to visit the Mandalorian festival on Corellia first, to which they were more than fine with. So, after visiting nearly every food stall and filling her Holo-Gram feed with Mandalorian foods and desserts, Aroma packed her things, organized the show with her agency, and set off on her first trip to Mandalore.

| {Other} |

• Aroma’s genre of music is a bit of a mix between Pop and Jazz
• Aroma’s favorite jacket:
  
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• The first song Aroma performed at the bar
• Most recent diary entry:
  
  Entry #227

  “Today, I met with Grandpa and a woman known as Ambassador Alleron. Grandpa said that she was a representative from Mandalore and that they wanted to help both the Corellian Hegemony and The Grand Republic of Mandalore get along. They also wanted me to help and although I did agree, I still wonder if I was the right choice… I guess I’ll just have to make sure they don’t regret their choice by putting on the best show ever known to Mandalore! Still, I’m pretty nervous about practically representing Corellia as a whole… As long as it helps Grandpa though, I’ll do my best! He really works too hard, maybe I can take him out for a day at the range after the concert. I think he’d like that. Oh! I also hope there’s a lot of yummy food there like at the festival, everyone on Holo-Gram seemed to like the pictures so it’d be nice to get more. Ah, the ship just left hyperspace, hopefully everything goes well with this event.”
  

  -Aroma Bel Iblis, Diary entry #227

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Aroma “Paff” Bel Iblis

The Corellian Pop-Star, Paff
A.K.A. Aroma Bel Iblis

| {Full Name} |

Aroma Bel Iblis

| {Age} |

23

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes (Untrained) - Light

| {Appearance} |

Aroma is 166 centimeters in height and has lithe build with pale skin. Her hair reaches down to her shoulder blades and often changes color for her performances, though she usually has it as either a brown or lilac color and her eyes a light-blue/teal color. Out in public, Aroma follows the leading galactic clothing trends and more often than not has her outfits already decided for her by her management staff. Because of this, however, her wardrobe always seems to be bursting at the seams and usually needs to be cleaned out monthly, sometimes weekly depending on the trends. In private, however, Aroma tends to fall back to her roots with looser, more comfortable, clothing along with her favorite jacket fashioned with a cartoonish imp face on the left breast.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Custom Care Droid - Designated as C2, this droid was created by Aroma’s grandfather to look after her in her older years since Garm was still very busy with his obligations to the military. The droid moved via a small repulsorlift engine and was capable of navigation, holo communication, and sending out a distress signal should its charge fall under danger. The droid was also programmed to transmit her location to Garm so he could keep track of Aroma.
• Travel Suitcase - Due to frequent travel, Aroma always has a suitcase of her most important personal belongings ready to go. It contains her favorite jacket, her first stage uniform, a picture of her parents, and various trinkets she’s collected from the planets she’s toured.
• A-180 Blaster Kit - As a gift from her grandfather for graduating from the Royal Corellian Flight Academy, Aroma was given an A-180 Modular Blaster Kit. She usually keeps the blast in its pistol configuration but occasionally, when Garm takes her out to the range, she is able to use the other configurations. Although she owns a blaster, Aroma usually doesn’t carry it on her person at all times since she doesn’t feel the need to, often leaving it in her room instead.
  
  Image

  

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Agile & Flexible - Due to her occupation as a popstar, management has Aroma undergo enough exercise to maintain her figure. While she is not physically strong, she is still fit and has a fair amount of stamina.
• Royal Corellian Flight Academy - Because of her family’s military service along with being raised by Grandpa Garm, who also happens to be an admiral in the Corellian Hegemony, Aroma was sent to study the basics of officership in the Royal Corellian Flight Academy. As a result of her schooling, Aroma has basic combat and blaster training, basic flight training, and a basic understanding of fleet and leadership tactics.

| {Force Abilities} |

• Battle Meditation - Although Aroma has no idea that she’s force sensitive and even less of an idea that she has this incredibly rare ability, she still manages to call upon this ability intuitively during her concerts to improve both her own performance and that of her stage crew. To the unknowing eye, it just looks like Aroma is a very good singer with a very experienced stage crew in the background along with a captivated audience. To those who knew what to look for, however, the effects of the force power were obvious in how efficiently the stage crew were working, in how much energy Aroma was able to put into each song, and in how clearly they could focus on the music despite the crowd.
• Force Empathy - Another skill which Aroma has, though she just thinks she’s good at reading and understanding people, is Force Empathy. Intuitively, this lets her read the crowd she’s performing for which in turn influences which song she decides to perform next. Her unusual perceptiveness with people has not gone unnoticed, though it has mostly just improved her reputation with fans and critics alike with how kind she is. Even her grandfather has noticed her social skill, though she has never been able to get passed Garm’s experienced emotional barrier.

| {Limitations} |

• Civilian - For literally all of her life, Aroma has lived as a civilian. Though she has definitely traveled more than the average joe, the life she has led so far has been a peaceful one. As a result, she has no live combat experience.
• Untrained Force Sensitive - Aroma is untrained in the workings of the force and more often than not has little to no control of her abilities, even if she has an intuitive understanding of them.

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| {Personality} |

Originally, Aroma was a shy and soft-spoken girl in front of others. Due to both her grandfather’s obligations and her own surname, Aroma spent a lot of time in the solitude of her grandfather’s home on Corellia. As she began working in the entertainment industry, however, she was more or less forced into becoming more social. Fortunately, she was able to find her footing in the industry, taking her social interactions in stride as she quickly became an upstart in the music community. Nowadays, Aroma has learned to become more assertive in front of others, although she still finds comfort in solitude occasionally.

Despite her shyness early on, Aroma always had a bit of an adventurous, sometimes even mischievous, spirit within her. This, for better or worse, often led her to the streets of Coronet to explore the many sights and wonders of the Jewel of Corellia. Later on in life, this nature of hers often caused her to sneak away, with a casual disguise, to bars featuring an open mic night so she could return to her roots and sing the slower, softer music she more often than not couldn’t perform as a pop-star.

If there is one trait, other than her singing, that Aroma is known by, it is her notorious kindness. Being raised in relative safety compared to the rest of the galaxy, Aroma is, by default, kind and trusting to all, possibly to a fault. Combined with her natural empathy, courtesy of the force, Aroma actively goes out of her way to accommodate others, often taking the time to listen to someone’s problems and helping them talk things out.

| {Place of Origin} |

Aroma was born and raised on Corellia under the Bel Iblis lineage. Unfortunately, her parents died during the clone wars when she was too young to remember, leaving her to be raised by her grandfather, Garm Bel Iblis, in Coronet City.

| {Background} |

Hider

Aroma Bel Iblis, granddaughter to Garm Bel Iblis, was born in Coronet City in 18 BBY. Aroma, for most of her life, grew up under the guidance of her grandfather due to her parents’ deaths during the clone wars. According to Garm, Aroma’s parents died during the defense of Corellia against General Grievous’ diversionary attack, though they didn’t know it was a diversionary attack at the time. “They sacrificed themselves so that you could live a brighter and happier future Aroma, never forget that.” is a line that little Aroma would often hear from her grandfather was home and able to tuck her in himself. Unbeknownst to the child however, Garm had his work cut out for him in regards to matters other than the Corellian Military. One such matter being the Green Jedi and protecting little Aroma from the mess that was the Corellian Jedi Order. Although Garm was not force sensitive himself, he had worked with plenty of other Jedi in his life and was able to see the signs of Aroma’s force sensitivity. Thus, Garm set it upon himself to protect his granddaughter from the messy politics of the Green Jedi and to ensure that she has as normal of a life as possible, just like her parents would have wanted for her.

During her younger years on Corellia, Aroma was often left to herself and the at-home caretaker droid, Garm being too busy with matters concerning the Corellian navy to be at home all the time. Because of this, young Aroma was quick to bore in the empty apartment, especially after she was finished with her school work. This ultimately led to her start in singing, as she would often play and sing along to her favorite songs in the empty apartment without worrying about disturbing someone.

As Aroma entered her teenage years, she was gifted C2, a custom care and guidance droid that could accompany her outside of the apartment, and an enrollment letter into the Royal Corellian Flight Academy. In general, however, her life didn’t change much from before, she went to school, did her homework, came home to an empty apartment, sang for a bit, rinse and repeat. The only thing that seemed to change was that she was now at a prestigious school, but, just like before, people took notice of her surname and usually avoided her, some even bullied her due to her shy nature. Alongside this, Aroma started to wander the streets of Coronet more often now that she had C2, usually following the sound of music into various stores before staying awhile to listen. More often than not she usually ended up at an upscale bar known as ‘The Corellian Standard’ because she liked the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere of both the establishment and the music it featured.

One night at the bar, however, would drastically change the girl’s future, as it would become the first time Aroma performed in front of others. That night, the bar held an open mic event, allowing anyone to step up and perform their act, though they would be at the mercy of the crowd. For some reason, one that Aroma still doesn’t know, she stepped on stage after feeling a tug in her heart to do so. It took her a few moments to calm herself down on stage, not used to having so many people looking at her at once. Ultimately, she just ended up closing her eyes before starting to sing a song that she thought matched the venue and knew by heart. It would be a strange sight to those that knew the bar because for once, it was dead silent as Aroma sang, not a single person making a sound to avoid disturbing the beautiful performance. Once the song ended, the bar exploded with praise and applause, catching Aroma off guard with how positive the reaction was as some even cheering for another song. After the night ended, Aroma was left with a big grin on her lips and a new part-time job as a lounge singer as she returned to the apartment.

Time seemed to fly for Aroma as she spent her days at the academy and her nights at the bar singing. Before she knew it, she was already graduating from the academy and receiving her credentials from her own grandfather. Although she had already decided she wouldn’t be enlisting into the military, Garm still gifted her an A-180 Modular Blaster Kit, stating that it was better to have a blaster and not need it than to need one and not have it. Later on in her life, she would always take it with her when she spent time with her grandfather since they would often bond at the shooting range. By the time of her graduation, Aroma had already decided what she wanted to do thanks to a lucky break one night when she was singing at the bar. An employee from Galactic Records that was scouting for new talent approached her after her set and offered her the opportunity of a lifetime, a shot at the big leagues in the music industry. After talking to her grandfather and getting his vote of support, Aroma committed to pursuing what had become her dream and took the first steps towards sharing her music with the galaxy.

Before she knew it, a year had already passed by in her new career under the stage name ‘Paff.’ At this point, she had released two albums with a third in the works, been interviewed by multiple news outlets, including the Corellia Times from back home, and was even on a galactic tour to perform live for her fans. It was at the last stop of this very tour, Corellia, where she announced exciting news to her fans back home. Due to how well Aroma has been doing the industry, her reputation as an upstart has started to become well known to the community. Because of this, Shiri, another, more prominent, artist that works with Galactic Records took attention to the rise of ‘Paff’ and ultimately invited her to join a group that she was forming. Aroma, who was a long time fan of Shiri, was absolutely ecstatic at the offer and took it practically immediately. Thus, this led to Paff’s announcement at the end of the tour that she would be joining Shiri’s pop-group as a part-time member, before surprising all her fans with the guest appearance of the pop-group in question and a sneak peek performance of the album they’d be releasing together.

Another year full of songs, albums, tours, and collaborations would pass for Aroma before she was suddenly called back to Corellia. There, she was met by her grandfather who introduced the rising pop star to Mandalorian Ambassador Alleron, a representative from The Grand Republic of Mandalore sent to improve diplomatic relations between the two nations. Aroma was then briefed on their plan to host a cultural exchange between Mandalore and Corellia with each planets’ respective capital cities hosting a cultural festival of the other nation. Finally, she then was requested to represent the modern age of Corellian music at the festival on Mandalore. At first, Aroma was fairly hesitant about accepting the task, wondering if she was the right person for the job. After some self deliberation though, she made up her mind and accepted the task, mainly to try and help out her aging grandfather since she knew just how busy he always was. She did have one condition however, she would only participate if she was allowed to visit the Mandalorian festival on Corellia first, to which they were more than fine with. So, after visiting nearly every food stall and filling her Holo-Gram feed with Mandalorian foods and desserts, Aroma packed her things, organized the show with her agency, and set off on her first trip to Mandalore.

| {Other} |

• Aroma’s genre of music is a bit of a mix between Pop and Jazz
• Aroma’s favorite jacket:
  
  image

  
• The first song Aroma performed at the bar
• Most recent diary entry:
  
  Entry #227

  “Today, I met with Grandpa and a woman known as Ambassador Alleron. Grandpa said that she was a representative from Mandalore and that they wanted to help both the Corellian Hegemony and The Grand Republic of Mandalore get along. They also wanted me to help and although I did agree, I still wonder if I was the right choice… I guess I’ll just have to make sure they don’t regret their choice by putting on the best show ever known to Mandalore! Still, I’m pretty nervous about practically representing Corellia as a whole… As long as it helps Grandpa though, I’ll do my best! He really works too hard, maybe I can take him out for a day at the range after the concert. I think he’d like that. Oh! I also hope there’s a lot of yummy food there like at the festival, everyone on Holo-Gram seemed to like the pictures so it’d be nice to get more. Ah, the ship just left hyperspace, hopefully everything goes well with this event.”
  

  -Aroma Bel Iblis, Diary entry #227

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

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A'lythana trailed the group, using the small crowd to her advantage and hiding in plain sight before watching as they entered a nearby building. After a few moments, she walked over to the building, casually leaning back against it near the door before taking off her hat. Her ears twitch a few times, happy to be out of the confines of her hat before trying to hone in on the conversation inside the building.

While eavesdropping, A'lythana wasn't particularly paying attention to those around her as she was more focused on listening in to the conversation. As a result, she jumped a little in surprise when Lyveva seemingly appeared out of nowhere and spoke to her. Her hand flew to the handle of her rapier out of instinct, nearly drawing it before realizing just who it was that was speaking to her. Seeing that it was Lyveva, A'lythana let out a small sigh of relief, her hand falling from her rapier before she looked to the FC leader."Twelve, don't sneak up on me like that Lyveva... Anyway, I didn't find out too much other than that Tilman and Kikipu are definitely our leads to finding out who's behind this. J'torha's inside with Tilman at the moment." She replied, gesturing to the building behind her while her ears twitched again as she continued to listen in. "I'm just making sure that he won't be alone if things go sideways, you know how these 'merchant' types can be."

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

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A'lythana pinched the bridge of her nose as she watched the spectacle her fellow Miqo'te put on, glaring at the display with the occasional twitch of her tail or ear. As much as she wanted to slap him upside the head, she couldn't deny that it was an effective move, albeit a very conspicuous one. Granted, the group hadn't exactly come up with a plan together so she couldn't be too mad. With a sigh, she turned back to the Lalafell as he spoke.

"Very well. To be quite honest I was hoping to be a bit more discreet about things but I suppose you just have to work with the cards you're dealt with. Twelve have mercy..." She glanced off towards the crowd again, taking note of where J'torha and Tilma were heading off to. "Well, I suppose I best be off. If you ever need some help with things be sure to drop by Ul'dah and ask for The Blessed Twelve." She looked back to where the Lalafell was, only to find that he had already left. In fact, he had been gone for a few moments already and she just didn't notice. "And I'm talking to myself..." She rubbed her face for a moment before letting out another sigh and heading off towards J'torha and co to shadow the group.

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

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A'lythana took not of Fafafono's expression, though it wouldn't have taken a genius to figure out the Lalafell's disposition to the current situation. She couldn't help but wince at his last statement though, pitying Lyveva in her thoughts since Fafafono wasn't exactly wrong about the goods.

"Is that so? Well, this doesn't bode well for the Silver Bazaar's reputation. I know the place has seen better days, but this kind of activity won't be doing it any favors. Next thing you know, the Silver Bazaar will become a hub for the black market faster than you can say 'gil,' and though it would bring business, it would most likely be of the less savory kind..." The Miqo'te replied carelessly as she looked off to the crowd, discreetly looking in the corner of her eye to gauge Fafafono's reaction.

"You wouldn't have happened to have seen the leader of these so-called 'treasure hunters' have you? Maybe seen or heard of some of their 'featured goods' for this auction of theirs?" She inquired, turning towards the Lalafell and looking down at him.

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

---

A’lythana groaned as she picked herself up from the floor, taking the Hyur’s hand in front of her with a bit of color on her cheeks from being put on the spot by both Lyveva and her own clumsiness. She then looked towards a fellow Miqo’te who seemed to have found some amusement out of the spectacle she caused.

”Very. You wouldn’t believe the things I had to go through just to get these…” She replied with a sigh, thanking the Seeker as he helped with gathering her books. As she rose to put her own little stack of books onto the table, she looked to the other person helping, a Hyur, the same one which helped her up.

”It’s a bit of a long story how I ended up like this… I’m fine though, it’s all fairly minor injuries. Thank you for your help.” She replied to him, offering up a small smile before taking a seat at the table with her books.

---

During the carriage ride, A’lythana took a moment to patch herself up with a bit of magic before she pulled out one of her new books to read and completely tuned out everything around her. Once the carriage halted, A’lythana glanced up from her book and took note of her surroundings before stashing her book away into a pouch at her hip and following the others off. It had been a while since she had last visited the hamlet and it certainly looked better than she last remembered with all the merchants about. She heard from her mentor that the place used to be a popular point of trade and even fishing before Dalamud fell, and with it, the Silver Bazaar.

Once off the carriage, she looked over to Lyveva with a bit of worry upon seeing how pale she was. She was about to reach for a potion to give the woman before she spoke up, seeming to recover enough to at least address the group. She crossed her arms across her chest, left hand taking her chin as she worked through her course of action. Before she could decide however, her train of thought was interrupted as Lyveva panicked and ran off to try and save what she could of the guild’s belongings.

Seeing that some of the others decided that they would make their way towards the port, she decided she would look into acquiring some more help, just in case the deed to the property ended up on the auction block. With that, the Miqo’te donned her crimson chapeau and made her way over to the blue-haired Lalafell known as Fafafono.

“It’s not often a crowd of this size gathers in the Silver Bazaar is it?” She spoke casually, glancing over to the crowd in question.

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

---

What happened?

After watching her mentor leave and finishing her meal at the Quicksand, A'lythana took another glance at the poster for The Blessed Twelve. She still had a fair amount of time until she needed to be back here according to the poster. She took a few moments to check with herself if she had all the supplies she needed, tilting her head back and forth as she listed off various items in her mental checklist before finally realizing what she still needed, books! With her mission at hand, A'lythana set off towards her favorite book-lender in the city-state.

As she opened the door, A'lythana couldn't help but smile as the scent of old books wafted out towards her. Taking a step inside, she took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darker interior of the room before beginning to meander around and browse its titles. Although she knew where her preferred genre of books was in the place, she always followed her usual routine of wandering for a little bit to see if anything unexpected would catch her interest. A couple of books catch her eye before she finally settles on 'A Fisher's Guide to Thanalan' and makes her way to where all the romance novels were. She eyes over all the various titles, picking up a few of them in mere moments as she recognizes they were new entries in their respective series of books while ignoring the raunchier titles such as '50 Shades of Ul'dah' and 'Beautiful Dastards,' she has standards after all. She also selected some new titles which caught her eye, such as 'Gone with the Aether.' After a few moments, the Miqo'te had herself an armful of books which she promptly brought to the front desk.

"No... Nononono, that couldn't have been the last copy, I KNOW there were more copies!"

A'lythana glanced over to the customer making a fuss in the store while she paid for her books, wondering to herself whether she might have picked up the book the other Miqo'te was looking for. The Red Mage did not have much time to ponder on this thought, however, when their eyes locked onto one another's and, in the blink of an eye, A'lythana found herself in desperate need of her personal space.

"YOU! You took the last copy didn't ya!" The woman yelled, her piercing blue eyes glaring and emanating pure malice towards A'lythana.

"Err... Come now, there's no need to raise your voice my good lady, maybe you just didn't see it at first glance? Besides, you don't even know what kind of books I read, how could you possibly know if I have it or not?" A'lythana reasoned, trying to calm the other woman as she gathered her books so she could leave without incident.

"NO! I know you have it! So you're going to hand it over if you know what's good for you!" The Miqo'te threatens just as A'lythana finishes gathering up all of her books.

"Alright, alright, just give me a moment to-" With a sudden swiftness that one would not expect a small woman encumbered by numerous books would have, A'lythana dashed out of the book and into the streets of Ul'dah. She ran for a bit, hoping her aggressor would not give chase, only to hear the all too familiar voice yelling at her from behind. The Red Mage quickly darted into a nearby alleyway, hoping to lose her pursuer among the numerous side streets and levels of the city-state. After a while of running, A'lythana eventually slowed and stopped to catch her breath, fairly confident that she had lost the crazy lady from the book store. Her confidence was shattered once she looked up to find the very same woman, though now tired and sweaty, still glaring at her. "Oh seven hells... What I have done to incite your wrath Rhalgr?.."

"Done running are we? Good, because I'm done playing nice girl, I am getting that book whether you like it or not." The crazy Miqo'te states with an almost feral look as she cracks her knuckles and begins to close the distance between them. A'lythana glances around before letting out a reluctant sigh, she was backed into a dead end with the only way out being blocked by her aggressor. She briefly glanced at the sword on her hip before letting out another sigh as she raised her fists instead. This was not a matter to kill over, which only meant that this was going to be much more painful than she would have liked.

The main door to the Quicksand slams open as a Miqo'te in red makes her way inside the establishment with an armful of books. At first glance, she would look like any other person who spent their day in the Ul'dahn heat, tired and sweaty. However, upon further inspection, one would notice that her hair was quite disheveled, her clothes caked here and there with dirt and dust, and a couple of what look to be scratch marks among a few fresh bruises.

"Sorry I'm late! I uh... I had a bit of a situation to deal with. It's not too late to join is it?"

A'lythana asked after finally getting a moment to catch her breath. The Miqo'te then began to slowly make her way over to an empty table, looking forward to setting down all the books she had in her arms. Unfortunately for her though, this would not be the end of her troubles as she unknowingly steps on an empty flagon that was left on the floor. Among some of the onlookers, she could make out various expressions of shock, horror, pity, and the all too familiar expression of someone just waiting for the inevitable, as she seemingly fell in slow-motion with various works of literature cascading down to the floor all around her. For those around her that were less dramatic, they would have simply seen her knocked off balance by the flagon before ungracefully falling to the floor with a high pitched squeak, all of her books following suit with the last one directly hitting her head and eliciting a groan from the woman.

"Owwwww...."

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

A’lythana Vennelis

_ＮＡＭＥ
A’lythana Vennelis

_ＲＡＣＥ
Miqo’te

_ＣＬＡＮ
Seeker of the Sun

_{ＢＩＲＴＨＰＬＡＣＥ}
Ala Mhigo

_{ＯＣＣＵＰＡＴＩＯＮ}
Mercenary/Fisher

_{ＳＯＵＬ ＣＲＹＳＴＡＬ}
Red Mage

_{ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ}

Hider

A’lythana is 5’0” in height with pale skin and a lithe build. Her hair and tail are snow white in color along with the fluffy ears perched on top of her head. She has red eyes with vertically slitted pupils and has red markings on her cheeks. She is usually dressed in her red gambeson along with a black scarf, bracers, skirt, and thighboots. Her outfit is adorned with golden accents on her pauldron, belt buckle, and skirt. She also has a seal of the Crimson Order, a gift from her mentor, attached to her scarf with a silver chain. She will usually wear her red chapeau adorned with a white feather plume when it is bright or raining, otherwise, she prefers to keep it off due to how stuffy it gets with her ears enclosed in it.

_{ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ}
A’lythana’s personality is one of a just and helpful person, willing to help others in need just as her teacher once did before her. She maintains a professional and graceful demeanor while focused on her task. Though she is fairly young, a youth full of travelling and training with her teacher has conditioned her to not be averse to killing, though she would still much prefer to defeat someone and take them alive over killing them. She is still fairly naive though and tries to see the good in everyone she encounters regardless of their past actions. In a more comfortable and relaxed setting however, she is very casual with most people she comes across and is actually quite curious. She’s an eager learner, though unfortunately, she loses her gracefulness in the process. It is not uncommon that one can find her in random or strange positions as she’s reading a book and sometimes, quite often actually, she’ll run into something while she’s reading, lost in her thoughts, or even while she’s in an interesting conversation with someone.

_{ＢＩＯＧＲＡＰＨＹ}
A’lythana was born in Ala Mhigo, a recently conquered city-state of the Garlean Empire. For all of her life she was raised under Imperial rule, watching as her parents and others in the city-state struggled under the abusive treatment of the Imperial garrison as well as the heavy taxes imposed. For the most part in her early life, she was protected by her parents from their harsh reality and was able to have a somewhat normal childhood for a time. That is, until the fragile barrier her parents had set up around their daughter was shattered by the Imperials at their door. The memory of her parents being dragged out as they begged for their daughter to run would forever be ingrained into the young girl’s mind. She fled her home in tears, working her way towards the home of an old family friend, X’rhun Tia, for safety. After spilling out the information of what transpired through sobs and tears, X’rhun Tia led them away from Ala Mhigo and soon enough away from the Gyr Abania region all-together as they began to wander the land of Eorzea.

As they wandered the land, picking up the occasional odd job to sustain themselves, A’lythana slowly began to show an aptitude for the magical arts. Upon noticing this, X’rhun took it upon himself to nurture her magical growth, mentoring her in the ways of the Red Mage. Although she was not able to witness Dalamud’s descent personally on the Cartenau Flats, the destruction that rained from the skies as Bahamut awoke once more could be witnessed from malms and malms away. It was during this five year period where Eorzea was nursing its wounds that A’lythana was truly hardened to the world around her as she traveled with her mentor and witnessed the results of pure destruction during her early teens. It was during this time where A’lythana took her Red Mage training in full stride, spurred on by the Calamity to become stronger and help as many people as she could alongside X’rhun.

_{ＯＴＨＥＲ}
-Her favorite food is a crab croquette as it reminds her of home since her mother used to make it for her as comfort food. Often times A’lythana will even go out of her way to catch the crabs needed for it.
-She always has a book (or two or three) on her at all times. Her favorite genre is fictional romance.
-Pulling on her tail will put the perpetrator on an expedited path towards the lifestream.

_{ＲＥＡＳＯＮ ＦＯＲ ＥＮＬＩＳＴＭＥＮＴ}
It was business as usual when the two figures, clad in crimson, passed through the gate and into Ul’dah. Though most paid them no mind, often distracted by the hustle and bustle of the ever populous and growing markets, there were some who gazed in either curiosity or suspicion as they made their way through the bustling streets. A few people managed to recognize the two, offering a smile or a wave which was more often than not met with a tip of the hat.

The two eventually made their way past the crowd and to their destination, the Adventurer’s Guild of Ul’dah, though it was more colloquially known as The Quicksand here. Upon entering, they were greeted by the more than familiar voice of Momodi, the proprietress of the establishment. ”It’s about time you two came back here, I was actually startin’ to get worried that somethin’ actually happened to you two!” The proprietress was met with two grins as a response before they broke off into their usual routine with A’lythana walking off to check the job board while X’rhun approached the main desk to make small talk and gather information.

A’lythana’s eyes wandered over the job board, glancing from poster to poster whose contents ranged from requests of menial labor to bounties on the heads of notorious monsters and bandits that plague the roads towards Ul’dah. Of course, being a city-state known for its wealth and trade, there were advertisements aplenty which showcased everything from the colosseum to the infamous trio of Miqo’te who were gifted in the art of dance. Her eyes kept returning to a certain poster however, one which advertised membership into a free company known as ‘The Blessed Twelve.’ While A’lythana normally was not interested in joining free companies, this one felt… different. She couldn’t place the feeling, nor describe how it was different, but what she could tell was that the fire of curiosity was lit inside of her and that she just had to investigate.

”I know that look in your eyes Lythana, what kind of trouble are you about to get yourself into this time?” A’lythana turned to look up at her mentor, a grin on his face as he held out her favorite dish before looking to see what she was so interested in.

”Oh, it’s probably nothing just… This free company, The Blessed Twelve, do you happen to know anything about them?” Her question was met with a quirk of the brow as X’rhun investigated the poster for the free company in question.

”A free company? I didn’t think you’d be the type of person to join one of those… I’ve heard bits and pieces of them on the road, nothing that stands out too much. It used to be a rather prosperous free company, though, like many others, it has fallen into hard times since the Calamity took the lives of many of its members, including that of its former leader.” There was a moment of silence as they both stared at the poster in thought, A’lythana unconsciously taking the plate of crab croquettes before her mentor broke the silence. ”Hmm… This could be a good opportunity for the both of us.” This time it was A’lythana’s turn to give a quirk of the brow.

”What do you mean?” X’rhun turned to look at his pupil in the eyes, a serious expression on his face.

”Lythana, it has been many winters since I have taken you into my care, since I have mentored you in the ways of the Red. I have taught you all I know and have witnessed your growth with mine own eyes. That is why I believe you should take this opportunity to begin making your own path into the world, to take in the world and its experiences without me looming over your shoulder.” There was another moment of silence as his words slowly sunk in where he was met with a wide number of expressions from his pupil, ranging from deep thought to concern and nervousness before finally landing on uncertainty.

”I… Are you sure I’m ready? I-I’m certain I have many more things to learn from you after all and… I…” She looked down to her feet, conflicted on which path to take. X’rhun couldn’t help but give a small smile as he laid a reassuring hand onto her shoulder.

”You are ready Lythana. You’ve been ready ever since I gave you that seal which you bear on your scarf. Though there is still much for you to improve on, it will not be with me, but on the road where you will hone your skills as a Red Mage. As your former teacher and colleague, I could not be prouder of your progress. As your guardian… I am more than proud than to call you my daughter, even if we share no blood.” X’rhun smiled warmly down to A’lythana, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze as she looked up at him. A couple of tears rolled down her cheeks as she returned his smile before quickly wiping them away with her sleeve and pulling her mentor in for a hug, though being careful as to not drop the crab croquettes.

”I… Thank you X’rhun… But, what will you do?”

”I have personal matters that I must attend to. Fear not however, I doubt this will be the last we see of each other as our paths will no doubt cross in the future. And remember, if there is ever an emergency, we have our link pearls. Now, it is time I take my leave. Good luck on your travels little Lythana, I’m looking forward to when we meet again.” With a tip of his hat, X’rhun set off towards the exit of The Quicksand and made his leave. A’lythana stood and watched as he left before looking back to the poster for ‘The Blessed Twelve,’ once again feeling that same fire of curiosity she had experienced earlier.

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

@Hero Post has been edited with the requested changes.

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

A’lythana Vennelis

_ＮＡＭＥ
A’lythana Vennelis

_ＲＡＣＥ
Miqo’te

_ＣＬＡＮ
Seeker of the Sun

_{ＢＩＲＴＨＰＬＡＣＥ}
Ala Mhigo

_{ＯＣＣＵＰＡＴＩＯＮ}
Mercenary/Fisher

_{ＳＯＵＬ ＣＲＹＳＴＡＬ}
Red Mage

_{ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ}

Hider

A’lythana is 5’0” in height with pale skin and a lithe build. Her hair and tail are snow white in color along with the fluffy ears perched on top of her head. She has red eyes with vertically slitted pupils and has red markings on her cheeks. She is usually dressed in her red gambeson along with a black scarf, bracers, skirt, and thighboots. Her outfit is adorned with golden accents on her pauldron, belt buckle, and skirt. She also has a seal of the Crimson Order, a gift from her mentor, attached to her scarf with a silver chain. She will usually wear her red chapeau adorned with a white feather plume when it is bright or raining, otherwise, she prefers to keep it off due to how stuffy it gets with her ears enclosed in it.

_{ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ}
A’lythana’s personality is one of a just and helpful person, willing to help others in need just as her teacher once did before her. She maintains a professional and graceful demeanor while focused on her task. Though she is fairly young, a youth full of travelling and training with her teacher has conditioned her to not be averse to killing, though she would still much prefer to defeat someone and take them alive over killing them. She is still fairly naive though and tries to see the good in everyone she encounters regardless of their past actions. In a more comfortable and relaxed setting however, she is very casual with most people she comes across and is actually quite curious. She’s an eager learner, though unfortunately, she loses her gracefulness in the process. It is not uncommon that one can find her in random or strange positions as she’s reading a book and sometimes, quite often actually, she’ll run into something while she’s reading, lost in her thoughts, or even while she’s in an interesting conversation with someone.

_{ＢＩＯＧＲＡＰＨＹ}
A’lythana was born in Ala Mhigo, a recently conquered city-state of the Garlean Empire. For all of her life she was raised under Imperial rule, watching as her parents and others in the city-state struggled under the abusive treatment of the Imperial garrison as well as the heavy taxes imposed. For the most part in her early life, she was protected by her parents from their harsh reality and was able to have a somewhat normal childhood for a time. That is, until the fragile barrier her parents had set up around their daughter was shattered by the Imperials at their door. The memory of her parents being dragged out as they begged for their daughter to run would forever be ingrained into the young girl’s mind. She fled her home in tears, working her way towards the home of an old family friend, X’rhun Tia, for safety. After spilling out the information of what transpired through sobs and tears, X’rhun Tia led them away from Ala Mhigo and soon enough away from the Gyr Abania region all-together as they began to wander the land of Eorzea.

As they wandered the land, picking up the occasional odd job to sustain themselves, A’lythana slowly began to show an aptitude for the magical arts. Upon noticing this, X’rhun took it upon himself to nurture her magical growth, mentoring her in the ways of the Red Mage. Although she was not able to witness Dalamud’s descent personally on the Cartenau Flats, the destruction that rained from the skies as Bahamut awoke once more could be witnessed from malms and malms away. It was during this five year period where Eorzea was nursing its wounds that A’lythana was truly hardened to the world around her as she traveled with her mentor and witnessed the results of pure destruction during her early teens. It was during this time where A’lythana took her Red Mage training in full stride, spurred on by the Calamity to become stronger and help as many people as she could alongside X’rhun.

_{ＯＴＨＥＲ}
-Her favorite food is a crab croquette as it reminds her of home since her mother used to make it for her as comfort food. Often times A’lythana will even go out of her way to catch the crabs needed for it.
-She always has a book (or two or three) on her at all times. Her favorite genre is fictional romance.
-Pulling on her tail will put the perpetrator on an expedited path towards the lifestream.

_{ＲＥＡＳＯＮ ＦＯＲ ＥＮＬＩＳＴＭＥＮＴ}
It was business as usual when the two figures, clad in crimson, passed through the gate and into Ul’dah. Though most paid them no mind, often distracted by the hustle and bustle of the ever populous and growing markets, there were some who gazed in either curiosity or suspicion as they made their way through the bustling streets. A few people managed to recognize the two, offering a smile or a wave which was more often than not met with a tip of the hat.

The two eventually made their way past the crowd and to their destination, the Adventurer’s Guild of Ul’dah, though it was more colloquially known as The Quicksand here. Upon entering, they were greeted by the more than familiar voice of Momodi, the proprietress of the establishment. ”It’s about time you two came back here, I was actually startin’ to get worried that somethin’ actually happened to you two!” The proprietress was met with two grins as a response before they broke off into their usual routine with A’lythana walking off to check the job board while X’rhun approached the main desk to make small talk and gather information.

A’lythana’s eyes wandered over the job board, glancing from poster to poster whose contents ranged from requests of menial labor to bounties on the heads of notorious monsters and bandits that plague the roads towards Ul’dah. Of course, being a city-state known for its wealth and trade, there were advertisements aplenty which showcased everything from the colosseum to the infamous trio of Miqo’te who were gifted in the art of dance. Her eyes kept returning to a certain poster however, one which advertised membership into a free company known as ‘The Blessed Twelve.’ While A’lythana normally was not interested in joining free companies, this one felt… different. She couldn’t place the feeling, nor describe how it was different, but what she could tell was that the fire of curiosity was lit inside of her and that she just had to investigate.

”I know that look in your eyes Lythana, what kind of trouble are you about to get yourself into this time?” A’lythana turned to look up at her mentor, a grin on his face as he held out her favorite dish before looking to see what she was so interested in.

”Oh, it’s probably nothing just… This free company, The Blessed Twelve, do you happen to know anything about them?” Her question was met with a quirk of the brow as X’rhun investigated the poster for the free company in question.

”A free company? I didn’t think you’d be the type of person to join one of those… I’ve heard bits and pieces of them on the road, nothing that stands out too much. It used to be a rather prosperous free company, though, like many others, it has fallen into hard times since the Calamity took the lives of many of its members, including that of its former leader.” There was a moment of silence as they both stared at the poster in thought, A’lythana unconsciously taking the plate of crab croquettes before her mentor broke the silence. ”Hmm… This could be a good opportunity for the both of us.” This time it was A’lythana’s turn to give a quirk of the brow.

”What do you mean?” X’rhun turned to look at his pupil in the eyes, a serious expression on his face.

”Lythana, it has been many winters since I have taken you into my care, since I have mentored you in the ways of the Red. I have taught you all I know and have witnessed your growth with mine own eyes. That is why I believe you should take this opportunity to begin making your own path into the world, to take in the world and its experiences without me looming over your shoulder.” There was another moment of silence as his words slowly sunk in where he was met with a wide number of expressions from his pupil, ranging from deep thought to concern and nervousness before finally landing on uncertainty.

”I… Are you sure I’m ready? I-I’m certain I have many more things to learn from you after all and… I…” She looked down to her feet, conflicted on which path to take. X’rhun couldn’t help but give a small smile as he laid a reassuring hand onto her shoulder.

”You are ready Lythana. You’ve been ready ever since I gave you that seal which you bear on your scarf. Though there is still much for you to improve on, it will not be with me, but on the road where you will hone your skills as a Red Mage. As your former teacher and colleague, I could not be prouder of your progress. As your guardian… I am more than proud than to call you my daughter, even if we share no blood.” X’rhun smiled warmly down to A’lythana, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze as she looked up at him. A couple of tears rolled down her cheeks as she returned his smile before quickly wiping them away with her sleeve and pulling her mentor in for a hug, though being careful as to not drop the crab croquettes.

”I… Thank you X’rhun… But, what will you do?”

”I have personal matters that I must attend to. Fear not however, I doubt this will be the last we see of each other as our paths will no doubt cross in the future. And remember, if there is ever an emergency, we have our link pearls. Now, it is time I take my leave. Good luck on your travels little Lythana, I’m looking forward to when we meet again.” With a tip of his hat, X’rhun set off towards the exit of The Quicksand and made his leave. A’lythana stood and watched as he left before looking back to the poster for ‘The Blessed Twelve,’ once again feeling that same fire of curiosity she had experienced earlier.