Lyanth's Room Archive

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Upon opening the heavy wooden door, the rush of warmth from the fireplace engulfs any who enter Lyanth's room. Situated at the far end of the room from the door, the fire manages never to overheat the room or let it become stuffy. Maintaining the feeling of coziness, the fixtures of the room are all wood or wool, and mostly handmade. There are no windows to this inner-city apartment, but it's size (12' tall x 18' wide x 30' deep) makes up for the lack of view.

In the left hand corner by the fireplace sits the bed, generous for humans but a twin for Elvaan. It is piled high with blankets and furs, while the wood bedposts are carved with some care. Against the opposite wall, but still near the fireplace, sits a simple workbench and stool. Both are made of wood, but without any carvings and completely utilitarian. On the workbench sits a few trinkets of campaigns past. Standing out from all of them is a statue of the Shadow Lord, menacing if not for the fact that his detail-carved form is only a foot tall. Next to him on the workbench is some kind of shell full of neon colored pearls, which is a stark contrast to his dark grey form.

Lining the wall from the work bench to the door is a rack for all of Lyanth's favored weapons of past jobs. Her Beastmaster axes are in a place of prominence in the center, with an open spot for her Immortal's Scimitar right next to them. As for all of her favored armor and festival outfits, these are stored neatly in a 9 drawer armoire at the foot of her bed. The floor is a simple tiled stone, with a worn rug covering most of it. Hanging high in the center of the room is candle chandelier that miraculously lights the whole space evenly. In the opens spaces of the walls hangs a few paintings of strange winter landscapes. Above the head of her bed hangs the San D'Orian Flag, its red and black paneling stark against all the other natural colors of the room.

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Lyanth woke up feeling completely terrible. Letting out a slight moan, she half rolled on to her side and looked around her room. Everything seemed pretty normal, with nothing seemingly out of place from where she could see. Sighing, she fully sat up, and was surprised to find that she wasn't feeling terrible due to any kind of soreness or injury. She could have sworn that Raubahn had just handed her a solid defeat and humbled her for the fifth time. But usually after a few hours (or a few days, like after the expedition to Castle Zvahl Baileys) of rest in her room she felt fully restored as well as completely healed. Certainly she was healed, but no sort of restoration had occurred. How could she be in her Mog House and still feel terrible?

"Moogle, what day is it?" Lyanth mumbled through her face-mask. Waiting a moment, she called out more clearly, "Moogle? Are you there?"

There was no response. Even the gentle crackle of the fire could not mask such an empty silence. Taking a deep breath, Lyanth tried not to panic. Maybe this terrible feeling was just the missing Moogle. Looking all over the room, she confirmed her fears: not a single Moogle in sight.

"Certainly moogles take vacations and things," Lyanth said aloud, just to break the silence, "but the MHMU always sends a replacement. I will have to report this to them at once."

With a goal now firmly ahead of her, Lyanth stood, hoping the terrible feeling would fade as she took action. Picking her Immortal's Scimitar up from her work table, its heft was reassuring in her hand. At least her things were all in the right place. Slipping the blade into her sash, she adjusted her gloves and face-mask. Finally, she grabbed up the blue pearl from the shell on the workbench, with the intent to contact her friends, see if they were having trouble with their moogles too.

Before leaving her room, Lyanth went into the trance taught to her by the Immortals. It would allow her to focus on the beast within her, to pick and choose the Blue Magics she might need. Because of the power of the magic, the Immortals had long ago imposed limits on how many spells a Blue Mage may have access to at a time. The trance was taught to every initiate, so they may organize their spells in their souls.

But there was nothing. Not a single spell. The beast was gone. Lyanth, feeling the panic rise up again and threaten to break the trance, forced herself deeper into her soul, searching for the beast that was not there.

Finally, with a gasp, she came back into herself. It couldn't be true. Lyanth had never heard of such a thing, even in all her studies on Blue Magic. A Blue Mage could never lose spells they had learned. Even at her defeat by Raubahn, there was no way to strip her of her spells. The Immortals would never visit such a punishment on her, if they even could.

This was the source of the terrible feeling. It was the emptiness of her soul that hurt.

Quickly, she pulled out her blue pearl and looked at it carefully. There was a small crack running along the middle. Going back to her workbench, she examined every pearl in the shell. Not a single one was without a crack in it.

This was bad. No spells, a missing moogle, and now she was unable to contact her friends. Sending a prayer off to the Goddess, she checked her sword one more time, and exited her room.

|| Continued in HH This Way and That Way ||

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