my story!
Staring out across the sands of the Thanlan desert, Beena Stardancer smiled warmly. She had left her home outside the walls of Ul’dah many years prior, and always relished a chance to go back. Her veiled eyes sparkled as she walked, barely noticing the heat despite her heavy armor and massive two-handed sword on her back. The city loomed large in the distance; once the sun set its lights would shine like jewels in the night but until then it jutted out of the desert, squat and imposing.Her mind wandered as she walked, thinking about her journey so far; she was in no danger, she knew these dunes like the back of her hand. She thought about her first trip out of the desert, all the way to the port city of Limsa Lominsa. She had never seen a place so damp, but she knew it was the best place to learn how to swing the biggest weapon she could get her little hands on. She became quite adept with the battle axe before discovering her true love: the two-handed greatsword and the way of the Dark Knight.Her passion for getting into fights led to her beloved massive weaponry and armor getting pretty beat up. Returning to the seaside city of Limsa, now her second home, she apprenticed at Naldiq & Vymelli’s where she learned she was just as adept at swinging a hammer as she was swinging a broadsword. As she advanced in ranks as both a blacksmith and armorer, she realized it would be easier to make her own gear if she also learned more artisan trades. Before long she fell down the rabbit hole of crafting gear, not to mention gathering as much of her own materials as she could manage. Her many travels around the world allowed her to grow her crafting skills as well as learn new and interesting materials and ingredients; she had developed a taste for the culinary arts, especially the art of crafting cocktails. Bartending opened up a whole new world for the little lalafell, a world of interesting people and the stories they had to tell.Beena suddenly blinked, noticing the sun was nearly set and she was almost upon the walls of the city. She had been so lost in her reverie she’d just about completed her trip without realizing it. Absently shifting the massive sword on her back to a more comfortable position, she shook her head ruefully; being familiar with a route is one thing, but it was dangerous to be so lost in thought. But, no harm had come of it (thank Halone), and tired as she was she stepped up her pace; she knew there was a comfortable bed with her name on it waiting for her at the Quicksand, and more adventures on the morrow.