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Past

o wand’ring soul, claimed by cryst unknown,

Two years — two long years had passed since the Judge Magister first found himself trapped in that other world, pressed into the service of a faerie court, made to wage war on pain of death . . . not merely his own, but that of his world, and of all other worlds besides, if his captors were to be taken at their word. For two long years did he toil, win favor, suffer and scheme, until, at long last, escape was finally within his grasp.Into the belly of the great green jewel he went, the shard in his breast singing in perfect resonance, yearning to return to its mother cryst — as too did he yearn: that the power of the Uaine Cridhe would free him at last from the Drabwurld and its fey clutches; that at last it would guide him home — and so he went, and so did the crystal hear his prayer, and so did it bear him unto the rift, there to find his own way.It was a glimmering blue that first caught his eye, there in the darkness of the rift: a shining beacon of glimmering blue light, a light that seemed all too familiar, a light that powerfully, achingly, reminded him of home. This was the way, he was certain; this was the path that would finally lead him homeward, to a life yet unfinished, duties yet to uphold . . . vengeance yet to be secured.He awoke to find himself in a lush green forest, with the sound of unfamiliar birdsong on the wind. The weather was pleasant, and the air was laden so thick with magickal energies that he wondered if he had not landed himself in an unknown feywood.Upon encountering a merchant traveling by chocobo carriage (yes, this was a familiar world indeed), and thereafter making his way to the nearest hamlet, he was quick to learn three things: first, that the forest in which he now stood was called the Black Shroud, in a city-state called Gridania, in a land called Eorzea; second, that the powerful magicks he had sensed had likely addled him with what the locals called aether sickness, and therefore it was not half so strange that he — an adventurer, to be sure, from distant lands where the aether was not half so thick — should find himself confused and disoriented as to his surroundings; and third, that the name Noah Gabranth in this world already belonged to a dead man.It made no sense . . . but then, what of the Drabwurld had made sense, when first he found himself trapped there as well? His circumstances had surely changed, but whether that change was for good or ill remained to be seen. For now, his only path forward was to investigate this familiar-yet-unfamiliar world, and to do so with as much discretion as he could muster... And then, perhaps — perhaps — he might finally find the path that would lead him homeward.

Present

heed well thy place in hist’ry’s weave.

In pursuit of this goal did he find his way to the Moonshadows Archive, a museum and library boasting all manner of esoteric knowledge, its doors open to the public. He quickly deduced, however, that as a member of the public, his investigations could only progress so far; fortunately, there was room enough in the Archive’s ranks for a mercenary adventurer such as himself, and it took little pleading his case to the Head Archivist, Vastrai Ronsard, before she brought him into their employ.Now equipped with a home base from which to operate, as well as a new network of information for him to explore, he finds himself prepared to begin his investigations in earnest. But whither shall this path lead him next . . . ?His investigations ultimately bore fruit, and thus did he follow but one possible lead: to the Pharos at Ridorana, to a land and structure which so uncannily resembled the very place from which he'd been abducted into the Drabwurld those two long years ago. There, at the lighthouse peak, did he find a confluence of aether most unusual, which bore unto him a number of revelations — revelations now writ unto his flesh in the form of so many scars, all that now remained of his future in Ivalice — and so did he manage, by mere ilms, to escape Ridorana with his very body and soul intact, whole, alive.The way home had been opened to him, but at its very end, he had learned with certainty, awaited naught but death. And so in Eorzea does he remain, blessed — or perhaps cursed — with the chance to live again . . . to finally bear the burden of reclaiming that which he had once thought forever lost: his name, and his honor.

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NAME valya! | AGE thirty-something | PRONOUNS she/they | TIME ZONE eastern US
LOCATION crystal / balmung | DISCORD @rianofski