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[curiositykilledthecats]

Who: Miah and anyone else!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Aboard the Huntress, if you really want it
When: Now

[Miah is looking into the camera, back to wearing her full plate armor to address the fleet.]

Good evening. I seek any in this fleet capable of smithing. It has been too long since I have held a sword, and I like not the feel of the so-called 'weapons' the Atroma have provided us. If any are capable of crafting a blade for me, or the tools and materials with which I may forge my own, I would be grateful. I lack the means to pay with coin, but I may offer payment in the form of labor or trade.

Thank you for listening.

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[limitstorm]

So you had three--no, two swords? You wielded them both?

[curiositykilledthecats]

There is but one Oathkeeper. What do you refer to?

At differing points, I have wielded many. Curtana, Burtgang, Excalibur, Hauteclaire, among others. And others still blades of a new era, those crafted by Garlond Ironworks, swords with no deeds to garner a name.

Some become damaged. Others were not strong enough for what I needed as the threats I faced grew. Curtana became the base that Excalibur was recreated upon.

[limitstorm]

I--uh, there's an Oathkeeper where I come from, too. It's... not a regular sword, so I guess I got confused.

[ not much 'confused'--more worried. ]

You go through a lot of swords... doing what?

[curiositykilledthecats]

Nor ours. Pray tell me of yours.

Slaying gods, and repelling the servants of darkness.

[limitstorm]

... oh. Well, I guess that's not too different from what we do. Gods, though?

[ SO NOT TELLING ABOUT KEYBLADES... ]

[curiositykilledthecats]

Primals. Myths corrupted then made manifest, gods summoned by the Beast Tribes. Their mere presence is an abomination not to be suffered, glutting themselves upon the aether of the land. If allowed to rampage, all life in Eorzea would be sucked dry.