4/18/2023 0 Comments The fervid limbo ffxiv![]() "A short while ago, you received a visitor from the Words of Lahabrea. And though he was certain he would regret answering the unspoken question, in the end he found himself yielding to the interminable silence. I understand you have pressing tasks and would not keep you from them."įor the first time since Hythlodaeus arrived, the grin faded from his lips, the tilt of the man's head all but asking how Hades could have known. "I did not ask for your opinion, nor less your help. Shall I ascertain our friend’s whereabouts? It will take but a moment." "Were you to ask my opinion, I would tell you such a momentous message warrants a personal delivery. News pertaining to the Fourteen is wont to spread quickly." The memorandum will see to it, if the gossips in the street haven’t already. Have you informed a certain someone of your appointment?" Irked by Hythlodaeus’s unshakable good cheer, he snapped, "Was there something else?" And immediately regretted it when he saw the man’s grin broaden. This made him amply qualified for the highest office of the Bureau of the Architect, the institution which oversaw the creation of concepts. Precious little escaped his eyes, which could discern essence and appearance as plainly as night and day. As a matter of fact, were it purely a question of vision, his was the keener of the two. Yet like Hades, he was eminently gifted in the ability to behold the Underworld. Attired in a black robe and a white mask, the man looked entirely unremarkable. "And what does that say about your suitability for your own office? Perhaps I shall raise the subject at the Hall of Rhetoric."Īs he said these words, he glared daggers through his mask, but the threat─idle, as they both knew─served only to elicit a snort of amusement from the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, his close friend Hythlodaeus. You find practical use for that which you see, while I enjoy the seeing for its own sake." "Come now, it went to the candidate best suited to the office. ![]() One which, I would remind you, only existed because you refused the honor." "There is naught to congratulate─I merely filled a void. Having repositioned his cowl, he addressed the grinning visitor with unconcealed displeasure. Resigned, he grudgingly rolled over and heaved himself to his feet. And, as expected, but no less to his disappointment, the owner of the voice did not make to leave. If I pretend not to notice, perhaps he will leave me in peace, he thought without much hope. Congratulations, Hades.or should I say the honorable Emet-Selch of the Convocation of Fourteen?" Noticing this, he shut his eyes tight as if to will away the din, but the steps only drew nearer, growing louder and louder, before finally becoming a voice overhead. And by virtue of this transcendent skill, he had often been likened to a denizen of the Underworld.įor a while he continued gazing up at the sky, watching the dance of aether alone with his thoughts, until the soft rustling of grass announced the approach of another. So acute was his vision, he could make out not only the soul─the heart of life─but also discern subtle differences in the hue of each, telling individual lives apart. As a man focuses his gaze upon the object of his interest, he needed but to direct his attention towards the aether to behold all the lives borne upon the currents. Yet very few indeed were as strong in the gift as him. That he could behold these wonders was not a wonder in itself. Here and there, lives that had served their purpose drifted upon the current before suddenly plunging down unto the Underworld. From the depths of the land to the heights of the firmament, its light shone bright. What he beheld was the aether that comprised all things, radiating life. The sights that were reflected in his eyes, however, were a far cry from any seen by most men. To see him lazing there, most would have assumed he was simply gazing up at the stars, or perhaps the glittering towers that seemed to reach for them. The cowl of his robe had fallen back to reveal locks of white hair, which framed the unique red mask covering the upper half of his face─the sole item among his apparel that was his and his alone. Some would while the night away in agreeable company, others retire early to their beds─the illumination served equally well for both.īut he had chosen to spend the time alone at a park, reclining upon the manicured lawn. Citizens strolled carelessly along the streets of the gleaming capital, identical black-robed figures bathed in gentle torchlight. Another idyllic evening had descended upon Amaurot.
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