Final Fantasy XIV, Part 13 (Fashion Expo!)

It's time for another one-week diary of the Owlbears' adventures in James Fantasy's Eorzea!

Thursday, May 7. Azella, Drippy's retainer, reaches Marauder level 45. She's a hell of a good sport. A real team player. Great fashion sense, too. Snow leopard print thigh warmers need to start trending.

Friday, May 8. Worfina presses on in her quest to explore all of Eorzea and the realms beyond. This single-minded dedication and forces her to make some strange and noteworthy decisions. Truffle McCabe, too, has made a noteworthy decision: She has decided to pursue the path of the Dancer. Her chocobo companion Kevin, seen here in new barding, is thrilled by the decision, as is her clockwork automaton, Lil' Nanomo.

Saturday, May 9. Drippy's journey takes him to the heights of Sohm Al, a place not visited by men since primordial times. Its winds are colder than winter, and its heights just as breathtaking. Below, in Dravania, Drippy joins Truffle, Aladbross, and an unknown white mage in exploring the ruins of Dusk Vigil. The day's events are not all cold, however - Some are actually quite heartwarming! In Mor Dhona, Drippy pauses to admire the accouterments of an unknown duo as they reminisce about past adventures in the public square. Is that a giant hamster? It's adorable, whatever it is. As is Aericka's new haircut - very stylin'

Sunday, May 10. Worfina Klingdragon sports a hot new look. Aladbross Siracha, too, is dressed to the nines, and it's taking all of Y'shtola's scholarly reserve to avoid jumpin' on those cat bones. Meow!

Monday, May 11. Glock and Truffle had really eventful days, but their records of such events are hidden behind spoiler tags in Discord chat. So, instead, here's Truffle's new jacket and Glock hangin' out with Hraesvalgr. I'd say they're lookin' pretty stylish, wouldn't you?

Tuesday, May 12. I took a break today. It's healthy to take breaks.

Wednesday, May 13. Raid night! And holy fuck, what a raid night it was! Check this shit out!

AND IN ADDITION TO OF ALL OF THAT HOTNESS

DRIPPY MADE A NEW FRIEND

AND HER FASHION SENSE IS LITERALLY ON FIRE

Glock McLargehuge wrote this stirring epilogue to caption his solo fight against Titan last night. An unintentional solo, but damn, was it ever close... I want to see the rematch! I can think of no finer way to end this post, so without further ado...

Glock stared up at Titan. His friends were dead and the fate of Eorza now lay upon Glock's broad shoulders. "I will not yield," Glock screamed at the primal over the cacophony of guitar music blaring from gods know where. Titan roared in defiance at this tiny metal-clad Roegadyn in front of him. Glock's sword hit true and he knew it was only a matter of time until Titan's strength waned into non-existence. "Only a little longer," thought Glock after casting another healing spell on his newly opened wounds. Titan's strength was getting low, but his attacks were only getting stronger. Titan wound up for a mighty punch that would have spelled the end of Glock. Glock deftly dodged it on a sliver of land he knew to be safe. Titan's life was waning. Glock could see the end at hand. Titan wound up for another punch. This time Glock was too slow. The punch landed and Glock found himself flung toward the abyss. His last thoughts before landing in the burning embers below were, "I'm sorry guys. I gave it my all." His disappointment was ended with a thud and a loud scream of "NOOOOOO" coming from a human somewhere in realm of Earth