Austherus Aynvals

Mantive o formato de diário, dividido em três partes.

 

January the Twentieth, 2014

I was born in a mountain stronghold northeast of Coerthas. It wasn’t the best place for a child to be raised in, but that taught me how hard life can be very soon. The stronghold was called Aynvalsium.
I had no idea about the meaning of that, so the name didn’t ring any bells at the time. It was much later, after leaving my old life behind, that I learned what little I now know about the lineage of which I am part of.

I was taught how to fight and how to survive, how to find food and shelter, and that was all we needed. It hardened me, until I decided it wasn’t enough.
Something inside me wanted to learn more and more, to see the world behind the snowy and cloudy mountains that surrounded our rudimentary walls.
My father did all he could to stop me, saying I should not leave our people behind, but nothing would ever be enough to hold me back.

I left.

 

January the Twenty Sixth, 2014

My travels took me to Ul’dah, where I joined the Thaumaturge’s Guild. All that knowledge waiting before me, ready to be taken, learned and mastered was something I would never ever have dreamed of.
I learned all I could, but of course it was not enough, so I traveled to Gridania. The Conjurers accepted me, and after months of training, it wasn’t enough, again. To Limsa Lominsa them, I said.

After joining the Arcanist’s Guild and learning all they could teach me, I finally discovered something. Not in Limsa, no, but in Coerthas. An old man, walking alone on one of the roads to Whitebrim Front sang something that sparked my interest:

– “From ages old, Aynvalsium hails proud,
all foes once bowed, before the grandeur of our hold.”

Aynvalsium, you said? – I asked. I told him my story, but he didn’t believe much of what I said. As soon as I finished speaking, he told me more:

– Aynvalsium was a great fortress in Coerthas. One of the sturdiest, but no one remembers it anymore. It has vanished before my great-grandfather was born. His father served House Aynvals, and this short song is what was left from their battle hymn. My family still sing it to remind us of where we once came from.

 

February the Second, 2014

With no idea of what to think, I came back to Aynvalsium; the small stronghold I knew as Aynvalsium, to ask my father what all that was about.
My Aynvalsium, just like the one from the old man’s tale, had vanished. Garlemald attacked it and turned everything into dust. They wanted my people to surrender, but we were never taught that, so they fought to the end… and I wasn’t there.

No Guild could tell me anything about the past of my people, only that I had the blood of House Aynvals in my veins.
Without any clue of where to go next, I decided to found a new House Aynvals. As a Free Company, we could recruit the best fighters and mages of Eorzea, and with their help, learn everything we could about my people’s past, and build a future together.

Training with the Marauders has taught me how to protect those I care for, so that the new Free Company will not be touched by the corrupted hands of Garlemald or any other foe.

I am Austherus Aynvals, son of Hagardahn Aynvals, Archduke of House Aynvals.

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