A character I put together for a quick FF14 Tabletop playtest.
With the monastic Order of the Tusk and Claw expunged under Garlean edict in occupied Dalmasca, Shagdad found himself among the countless masses forced to flee their desert home under the marching boots of imperial occupation. He lamented that his body was too old and too broken to offer much resistance to those who would see his countrymen driven from their homes, but he nevertheless did what he could to aid them in their resettlement and offer them succor. In the years he spent ferrying lifesaving supplies across the deserts of Othard and Eorzea to help refugees in need, he developed a reputation as a guardian angel of sorts that would bring food and medicine to remote reaches on the verge of death from starvation and malady. Though no-longer fit for fighting, his hardened body and stalwart discipline allowed him to make such journeys even in the harshest of conditions.
Upon a recent trip to deliver supplies to a refugee camp near Baelsar's Wall, he was aghast to find the entire camp laid low by a deadly poison - a weapons test for a new chemical weapon being developed by the Garleans. Though still just barely clinging to life, the refugees were upon death's door. It was only by the grace of a visiting Padjal healer that they had not yet expired, but she too would soon breathe her last. Rushing to their aid, the healer sensed the refined aether within him, and pleased for him to take her Soul Crystal to save as many of the refugees as he could. Though hesitant for his lack of experience as a healer, he accepted. Immediately he felt the weight of his age lessened by the blessing of the elementals, and set about purging this virulent plague from those it took root within. All the while, the padjal marveled aloud at how brightly his aether sparkled this night, kindled by the mantle of a white mage. Working feverishly the entire night through, he managed to save every last refugee in the camp, but saving the healer herself for last as she commanded, he was left empty at finding her sent to Thal's Halls before he could reach her. And he never even learned her name.
In the memory of this nameless healer, he now offers his services as a battlefield healer himself to those who stand against the Garleans - though most of his days are now spent traveling between the old camps on his route in her stead, healing those that are now beyond her reach.
Art courtesy of
Min!
With the monastic Order of the Tusk and Claw expunged under Garlean edict in occupied Dalmasca, Shagdad found himself among the countless masses forced to flee their desert home under the marching boots of imperial occupation. He lamented that his body was too old and too broken to offer much resistance to those who would see his countrymen driven from their homes, but he nevertheless did what he could to aid them in their resettlement and offer them succor. In the years he spent ferrying lifesaving supplies across the deserts of Othard and Eorzea to help refugees in need, he developed a reputation as a guardian angel of sorts that would bring food and medicine to remote reaches on the verge of death from starvation and malady. Though no-longer fit for fighting, his hardened body and stalwart discipline allowed him to make such journeys even in the harshest of conditions.
Upon a recent trip to deliver supplies to a refugee camp near Baelsar's Wall, he was aghast to find the entire camp laid low by a deadly poison - a weapons test for a new chemical weapon being developed by the Garleans. Though still just barely clinging to life, the refugees were upon death's door. It was only by the grace of a visiting Padjal healer that they had not yet expired, but she too would soon breathe her last. Rushing to their aid, the healer sensed the refined aether within him, and pleased for him to take her Soul Crystal to save as many of the refugees as he could. Though hesitant for his lack of experience as a healer, he accepted. Immediately he felt the weight of his age lessened by the blessing of the elementals, and set about purging this virulent plague from those it took root within. All the while, the padjal marveled aloud at how brightly his aether sparkled this night, kindled by the mantle of a white mage. Working feverishly the entire night through, he managed to save every last refugee in the camp, but saving the healer herself for last as she commanded, he was left empty at finding her sent to Thal's Halls before he could reach her. And he never even learned her name.
In the memory of this nameless healer, he now offers his services as a battlefield healer himself to those who stand against the Garleans - though most of his days are now spent traveling between the old camps on his route in her stead, healing those that are now beyond her reach.
Art courtesy of
Min!
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