[FNZ] Role Madness Final Fantasy XIV Mafia - Elegy of Etheirys
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- Tags #dogs>>>>>>>>>>cats hail ff you plebs hypocritical kekko i desire a world with no kekko kekko and migraine kekko delete yourself kekko still being kekko kekko the abomination kekko you are the worst kekko you said to stop spamming kekkoillogix no kekko ban no serenity no kekkoban no fairness only pussys are not policylynching prof never stops jobbing rikku best girl someone is thinking a lot of ekko stop the kekko tags jfc terra goated
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lol grow up 
End of Day 4
It twas not only Dragons that brought heratics into Ishgard. 500 years ago, another heretical sect had gained traction amongst the smallfolk. These heathens came from the Far East, and would bathe themselves in perfume brewed from queer flowers, and forge idols from rare metals to perform twisted and unholy rituals. The Temple Knights cracked down on these activites, in the name of the Holy See and Halone the Fury, resulting in the leader of this sect, Gandarewa, to flee. He made his way t the next holiest place he could find, in Dravania, upon the sacred mountain. In his madness, he supped upon the blood of a dragon, and forever was he changed...
Levia sensed her mark to the North. Riding Grani, she decended from the heavens, eyes scouring the lands below, her nose smelling for the blood that was said to fester amongst the heretical abomination. Just as she caught sight of her quarry, she heard a stupid noise from across to the East.
Of course, it came from Moghome.
The Moogles, adorable as they may look, were sly and crafty beastkin. Often far too lazy to do their wn work, they were ever eager to waste the time of unassuming travellers, adventurers, and general do-gooders, under the guise of helplessness or inaptitude. Levia knew their nature all too well, but... she could not deny she had a soft spot for the things, much as she would never voice such sentiments. Watching the bumbling molebats head towards their next calamitous farce, she sighed, dismounted Grani, and walked over to Moghome, ready to resolve the Moogle's latest quest for kupo nuts.
The Day has ended with no hammer being reached.
It is Night 4. Actions will lock approximately 22:00 BST.
Levia sensed her mark to the North. Riding Grani, she decended from the heavens, eyes scouring the lands below, her nose smelling for the blood that was said to fester amongst the heretical abomination. Just as she caught sight of her quarry, she heard a stupid noise from across to the East.
Of course, it came from Moghome.
The Moogles, adorable as they may look, were sly and crafty beastkin. Often far too lazy to do their wn work, they were ever eager to waste the time of unassuming travellers, adventurers, and general do-gooders, under the guise of helplessness or inaptitude. Levia knew their nature all too well, but... she could not deny she had a soft spot for the things, much as she would never voice such sentiments. Watching the bumbling molebats head towards their next calamitous farce, she sighed, dismounted Grani, and walked over to Moghome, ready to resolve the Moogle's latest quest for kupo nuts.
The Day has ended with no hammer being reached.
It is Night 4. Actions will lock approximately 22:00 BST.
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