Travanchet - Ascian 1.0

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She/Her | Gen-X Gamer | Happily Married to ‪@saishi.bsky.social Final Fantasy XIV Roleplayer | Gpose-hack | Lore! | sometimes🔞 | EQ Widow | Recovered WoW Addict Home of Travanchet & an army of alts #FFXIV | #Ascian | #FFXIVLore | #Elezen | #Miqo'te

Video cam shows little due to the incredibly dense fog settled over the waters of Presque Isle Bay, even at 2:00 PM in the afternoon.
The spirit of the primal Odin rides again to terrify the denizens of The Shroud in Final Fantasy XIV, this time in the form of hero Namine Qalli.
By the grace of Aussie Freeze and Rave 5 did this hair persevere. Trav circa 1990.
A worn denim blanket that my grandmother made for me sometime in the 1970's using denim she had salvaged from my grandfather and uncles in the 1940's - 1960's.
Arleigh stands unconcerned beneath the levin-aspected skies of Heritage Found and hyper-charged base of Solution Nine, taunting the foes in the distance to step into range.
Sjaanda spreads his arms and tosses his head back to enjoy the fading warmth of the sun at the harbor of Old Sharlayan.
12”-36” of white nonsense is falling in the region today. So we shall meme about it with clasped fists.
Dawn hoisting the prize from the miniseries Lucifer’s Halo by Joseph Michael Linsner.
The elderly manservant, Ursandel, bears the weight of his guilt regarding the actions of his Mistress all year long. However, as the veil thins this time of year the weight seems to grow.
J'ami wishes everyone attending GATEway FATE a wonderful time with some happy ear wiggles.
G'islene sits in the warm glow of a table light as he reads one of the many, dusty tomes in the library of the Thaumaturges in Ul'Dah.
Drizzt Do'Urden finds himself in a dark, fog enshrouded woods. The locals flee, leaving fires unattended as an ominous flicker of aether rises from the ground. A menacing and ancient presence has risen to confront the ranger in its woods.
Nathalie shares stories of her adventures with the Shoebill that continues to haunt her inn room.
Cocoffee joyfully celebrates her new coffee cup earring.
Diana van Cinna, Legatus of the Garlean Republic's Ist Legion, glares at her counterpart from the XIVth Legion, holding a gauntleted hand to her chin. Her eyes radiate disgust at the gunblade bullet that moments before flew past her face. Her own preferred weapon, a long handled axe, rests ready on her shoulder to demonstrate how she faces an opponent.
Nathalie enjoying a sunrise over the bushes, flowers, and palms surrounding a desert oasis.
A golden frog dances on a table to bring good fortune to M'ista's raid.
A dark-skinned Elezen (elf) with silvery hair sips delicately from a cup of coffee. The hand holding the cup bear numerous scars that crisscross the back of his palm. The white robes he wears are thick and heavy, adorned with scales of protective armor, leather straps, and chains. Dark, round glasses conceal just where, if anywhere, his gaze is falling.
Travanchet hovers above a long dead city shrouded in mist, a sword of light extended from his hand.
There's nothing like a large comfy couch to attract a cat. It seems the same holds for Miqo'te. M'ista reclines on her favorite couch in the city of Solution Nine in Final Fantasy XIV.
Travanchet had carried this cursed sword since the day he took it from the shadowed remains of the Elder Primal. It whispered to him that a soul once a naive fool is always a naive fool. Finally, he can return to the shattered crystal at the heart of Urth's Fount and show that even an ancient fool can learn to let go.
Nathalie stands with Carnelian and her little Amaro Hatchling on a well worn path through a vibrant jungle. She does not know if her magnificent red chocobo knows the spell "meteor", but hopes someone along the Dawntrail is foolish enough to find out.