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Ieyori's Journal: ARR

Ieyori, as part of his daily meditations, keeps a journal. The following are important entries from the time he arrived in Eorzea with Yugiri (patch 2.2/Through the Maelstrom) until fleeing with Everyone's Grudge after the whole Crystal Braves debacle.

The entries are not dated with any recognizable dating system. Anyone capable of reading Doman would recognize lines of poetry where the date would go.

Anyone who knows Ieyori and is capable of reading Doman might realize Ieyori dates his entries with lines taken from one of twelve poems by his favorite poet.

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The entries preceding this one are short, largely commenting on the strangeness of Eorzea. There are also a few sketches of chocobos. Ieteru does not know what to make of chocobos. He misses falcons and horses.

I have finally arrived in Gridania and of course there are more horsebirds here than there were in the desert. Why did Eorzeans never import horses or falcons? It makes no sense.

This 'city-state' makes even less sense. There are elemental beings here that decide who can and cannot be helped by the people who live here, including who can receive healing or who can move here. Adventurers are considered 'other' and are allowed to receive aid and learn from the guilds.

While I can respect their desire to keep the guardian spirits happy, I don't think building a city here was the wisest choice ever made. It will make learning the Eorzean art of archery interesting.

There is mark here, denoting that the following bit comes about five hours after the first.

Does that Elezen hate me for being Doman, for being Hyur, or for simply not being an Elezen? He does realize the art of archery is not solely the domain of his people, yes?

I wonder how he would handle the Steppe archers they tell stories about back in Doma.

The entries between this one and the first mostly talk about training and adjusting to life in the Twelveswood. One entry is clearly the rough draft of a letter to Yuwashi and the others, talking about trying to show the Carline Canopy's cooks how to make onigiri and getting covered in rice. This entry is about a month and a half after the first.

Apparently Lady Yugiri is having difficulties finding a home for our people in this land. I can't say I'm surprised. My work with the guild took me out to Quarrymill the other day, where I met some refugees from Ala Mhigo. They too were denied aid by the elementals and their homeland lies on the other side of the great wall to the east. If neighbors were denied, what hope do we foreigners have?

I've heard they are staying in Ul'dah for now while the Scions of the Seventh Dawn work with the leaders to try and find a solution. I may make my way back to the desert for a time. I do not feel I belong there yet, but I should do my best to help my people.

A splotch, like the pen sat for a moment.

I miss my family.

This entry isn't long after the second and is preceded by more travel notes. It's a bit messier than the other entries, however.

Apparently Lady Yugiri and our people have found a home in Revenant's Toll in the region of Mor Dhona, thanks to the efforts of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and, I learned today, a free company. (I think it's called Grudge? I will admit I was in a bit too much pain to catch that part.) I have just missed them.

I did not 'just miss' the riots, however. It seems other refugees did not like Lady Yugiri's boldness in asking for help nor the aid given to them by the Scions. As I was asking for where I might find them, a group took offense and attacked me. If it wasn't for W'vani Tilohmo, I would have gotten much more than a dislocated shoulder. (It was as my shoulder was being popped back into place that he told me the name of the free company, hence the pain.) He has offered to help me get to Mor Dhona once I've recovered a bit more from that disaster.

An address is scribbled here with the note "free company house".

This entry is a day after the preceding, with no entry between the two. It is written in formal Doman as opposed to the more casual script. A set of proper dates is listed: Ieteru's birthday and another day some twenty-one years later.

Thus did Ieteru Miyake, son of Lord Iekane Miyake and his second wife Yone Arai, pass. Thus did Ieyori Miyake, son of the same, rise to take his place.

Another set of proper dates, again Ieteru--now Ieyori's--birthday with the current date in parentheses beneath it. There is a dash and then nothing. Ieyori hasn't died yet, after all.

This entry is a day after the preceding one.

Though I doubt I'll ever need the reminder, for posterity I should explain.

I came across a samurai from Hingashi after W'vani saved me from the rioters, a man by the name of Musosai. We recognized each other for what we were almost instantly and after his display in the arena I bought him and his promoter dinner so we could talk.

Musosai asked why I wasn't carrying my sword and I told him my shame--of my blade being stolen and Kei being killed because I dared to defend my people as we fled and of my family warning me that if I dared so much as consider seppuku I would be stricken from the family records. That I hadn't dishonored the family by letting Kei die.

Musosai agreed that they had the right of it, that I had done everything in my power and the true dishonor and shame lay with those who had done the deed. "Still", he added, "I can see that this weighs heavily on you." And he offered to help.

We went outside of the city and he handed me a katana he had brought with him from Hingashi and said we would fight. And we did, Momozigo keeping away anyone who tried to watch us. I lost.

As I kneeled before Musosai in defeat, he slashed his sword close to my head and declared that any evil and shame I might have carried with me to be excised and that when I stood I would be a new man.

I am not ashamed to say that I cried, nor am I ashamed to say that I needed help getting off the ground. I thanked both Musosai and Momozigo and as they helped me up, Musosai asked me what they should call me now.

"Ie" came from Father, obviously. "Yori", of course, came from The Rose and the Blade. It felt right to combine Father's name and the name of my boyhood idol. After all, Yori went through the same if not worse trials in his adventures.

I just pray that my sisters and Yuwashi don't realize where it came from.

A mark that denotes this following part comes a few hours after the main entry

I should ask W'vani if he would check my aether. There was something strange going on in the fight with Musosai. It was almost as if I could see out of my dead eye.

The entries between this one and the previous are again filled with travel notes. Something about having to stop in Gridania to adjust the guild paperwork, complaints about chocobos, wining a chocobo hatchling in a shooting contest on the way to Mor Dhona, and a note to speak with W'vani when he returns about that bodyguard position he mentioned.

The first words out of Yuwashi's mouth when I told them about Musosai and my new name was "Oh, so like that hero in your favorite book?" followed by everyone laughing at my protestations and pointing out that I should have known they would have guessed where I got the name from as the only person who didn't hear me acting out scenes as a child was Tsuka, and that's because she can't hear much of anything.

I should just be glad Yonoshi stayed in Doma. She would have never let me hear the end of it.

A mark indicating this part comes a few hours later. There are tear stains here and there.

Yuwashi has spoken to one of the other refugees here. A blacksmith.

They will be making me a sword. The first katana (or perhaps tachi, Yuwashi didn't say) forged in our new home. In exchange for the use of the local forge they will hold demonstrations for anyone who wants to see Doman blacksmithing.

It should be ready in a few weeks, and they will send it to Ul'dah so I can return and speak to W'vani about a job.

I will have to pay them back somehow. Perhaps I can join a free company or the Scions or something.

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