Final Fantasy XIV · Halicarnassus Server
Adventures, glamours & tales from Eorzea — by Vex Arkveld
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I have thousands of screenshots and almost no idea what most of them were. A sunset over water, somewhere. Four people laughing in a chat log I can no longer read. This is what the Chronicles are for — and why I started writing Eorzea down before any more of it went quiet.
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Lore Diary7 min read
There was a boy in my class who had Magic cards, and I spent a good part of my school years asking to hold them. Not to play — I never learned how. I just wanted to look at the art. Thirty-odd years later I did something fairly stupid with my own money, and a box arrived, and I was eleven again on the floor of my own living room.
FC Life4 min read
I had a very tidy idea of where my life in Eorzea happened, and all of it was Halicarnassus. Then a handful of strangers on Cactuar founded a Free Company called El Santuario, said come over sometime, and I said yes the way you say yes to things you assume will never happen. Reader, it happened. Repeatedly.
House Tour5 min read
For two years I decorated around a contradiction. Then I moved worlds, entered one more lottery as number three, and on the seventeenth of August a large plot in the Lavender Beds came home with me. No paper screens to argue with, no translating — just a wooded glade that had been waiting to be the Shire the whole time.
Glamour Diary4 min read
I was very clear about it. Lalafells were fine, from a distance, and I would never, ever be one. Then I noticed the hugging, and the little squads, and a row of tiny hats bouncing through Frontline on chocobos, and something in me quietly stopped arguing.
