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Hello,
Has anyone discovered a way to pair a device to the communicator given to us upon arrival? I have yet to find the option, but I am also admittedly not the most experienced with technology. I would like to copy some photographs and videos from an older communicator for easier viewing.
Thank you.
{ action: favnir ruins. mild DRK 50 spoilers }
[ It had been a while since Era last drew upon the power of Fray's soul crystal. Not since shortly after she caught up on her training and learned The Blackest Night - simultaneously only a handful of moons and a year ago thanks to all the dimensional nonsense she's suffered through. Era trusts her Darkside immensely. She keeps a tight rein on it, never letting it consume her. She trained alongside Sidurgu, mastering her skills, fighting against injustices with a blade and fueled by righteous fury.
Without a clear duty driving her actions, however, Era has been more hesitant to call upon her Darkside. Her unwavering motivation has always been her greatest strength, tempering what would otherwise consume her.
Now though... She's angry. Frustrated. Heartsick, homesick, lonely, sad. The siren song of her Darkside is growing too strong for her to simply ignore, and so Era finds herself once again in the Favnir Ruins, though this time she is wielding not magic nor bow. It is long past time for her to vent her frustration and heartache on the soulless constructs found here, and perhaps it will sate her Darkside's appetite for a time.
Era is cloaked in shadowy flames that swirl around her, greedily eating away at her aether, its stygian fires coursing through her blade and fueling her eldritch arts.
He isn't going to come, whispers the abyss. But you don't need him. You have me. I will always be here for you.
She fells creature after creature with powerful swings of her greatsword. It's as big as she is, and while slower to wield than her daggers or lance it is somehow more satisfying. One good hard slash and another direwolf loses its head. There's more smoke and Era moves on until she finds a golem. It will be more of a challenge than the others.
Even with Grit the golem's blows rattle her bones, though Era doesn't allow it to phase her. This is nothing to her, the Warrior of Light. Hydaelyn's weapon against the Dark. It brings a wicked curve to her lips at the irony of it in her current state. While the darkness she wields as a Dark Knight is no threat, nor is it evil, it still is not something one would expect to see of Eorzea's beacon of hope.
She takes another hit and stumbles, exhaustion beginning to sink in as her Darkside eats away at her aether reserves. Era knows she's at risk of a backlash of entropic energies at this point and so ends the golem with a final blow. As it vanishes into smoke she sends her Darkside back to the abyss. It whispers a reminder in farewell.
...Think of me, and I will be with you. Always. For where else could I go? For who else could I love but you?
Era falls to her knees, utterly spent. Her Darkside's parting words weigh heavy on her heart though she does not cry - why would she? It will always be there for her. Always. Whenever she is in need. Whenever she calls upon it. But... the reminder that there is something in Genessia that loves her so completely - that she is never truly alone - is enough to bring tears to her eyes, even if she does not allow them to fall.
There are no hostile creatures left around her for she has slain them all in her thirst for violence. Her body shakes. She's so tired. When was the last time she had a proper rest? Era can't even remember... Nowhere has felt safe enough to sleep, even with Emeraldd there to keep guard. The Carbuncle in question dashes over to her now that she's finished, forcing its way onto her lap and into her arms.
She misses Aymeric almost more than she can bear. Is love truly worth this agony? ]
Hello,
Has anyone discovered a way to pair a device to the communicator given to us upon arrival? I have yet to find the option, but I am also admittedly not the most experienced with technology. I would like to copy some photographs and videos from an older communicator for easier viewing.
Thank you.
{ action: favnir ruins. mild DRK 50 spoilers }
[ It had been a while since Era last drew upon the power of Fray's soul crystal. Not since shortly after she caught up on her training and learned The Blackest Night - simultaneously only a handful of moons and a year ago thanks to all the dimensional nonsense she's suffered through. Era trusts her Darkside immensely. She keeps a tight rein on it, never letting it consume her. She trained alongside Sidurgu, mastering her skills, fighting against injustices with a blade and fueled by righteous fury.
Without a clear duty driving her actions, however, Era has been more hesitant to call upon her Darkside. Her unwavering motivation has always been her greatest strength, tempering what would otherwise consume her.
Now though... She's angry. Frustrated. Heartsick, homesick, lonely, sad. The siren song of her Darkside is growing too strong for her to simply ignore, and so Era finds herself once again in the Favnir Ruins, though this time she is wielding not magic nor bow. It is long past time for her to vent her frustration and heartache on the soulless constructs found here, and perhaps it will sate her Darkside's appetite for a time.
Era is cloaked in shadowy flames that swirl around her, greedily eating away at her aether, its stygian fires coursing through her blade and fueling her eldritch arts.
He isn't going to come, whispers the abyss. But you don't need him. You have me. I will always be here for you.
She fells creature after creature with powerful swings of her greatsword. It's as big as she is, and while slower to wield than her daggers or lance it is somehow more satisfying. One good hard slash and another direwolf loses its head. There's more smoke and Era moves on until she finds a golem. It will be more of a challenge than the others.
Even with Grit the golem's blows rattle her bones, though Era doesn't allow it to phase her. This is nothing to her, the Warrior of Light. Hydaelyn's weapon against the Dark. It brings a wicked curve to her lips at the irony of it in her current state. While the darkness she wields as a Dark Knight is no threat, nor is it evil, it still is not something one would expect to see of Eorzea's beacon of hope.
She takes another hit and stumbles, exhaustion beginning to sink in as her Darkside eats away at her aether reserves. Era knows she's at risk of a backlash of entropic energies at this point and so ends the golem with a final blow. As it vanishes into smoke she sends her Darkside back to the abyss. It whispers a reminder in farewell.
...Think of me, and I will be with you. Always. For where else could I go? For who else could I love but you?
Era falls to her knees, utterly spent. Her Darkside's parting words weigh heavy on her heart though she does not cry - why would she? It will always be there for her. Always. Whenever she is in need. Whenever she calls upon it. But... the reminder that there is something in Genessia that loves her so completely - that she is never truly alone - is enough to bring tears to her eyes, even if she does not allow them to fall.
There are no hostile creatures left around her for she has slain them all in her thirst for violence. Her body shakes. She's so tired. When was the last time she had a proper rest? Era can't even remember... Nowhere has felt safe enough to sleep, even with Emeraldd there to keep guard. The Carbuncle in question dashes over to her now that she's finished, forcing its way onto her lap and into her arms.
She misses Aymeric almost more than she can bear. Is love truly worth this agony? ]