Role-Play has been a core element of our Final Fantasy X|V experience.
Here you can peruse a brief summary of the history we've shared so far. Look to the MogBlog, Discord, and individual player posts for updates as we go along.
The Smoke that Lingers
In the burgeoning times of Eorzean immigration, moons before The Calamity claimed so much as its own, there was a trading company which went by the name “Sanctus Refero”. The auspicious title, which once meant Holy Report in a mythological language, became common on the tongues of all who frequented Limsa Lominsa.
During its operation legends were born amongst adventurers and merchants alike. But as with most legends of that age, Sanctus Refero came to its end when Dalamud came down, releasing before unheard of destruction.
Many of Sanctus perished, and those who were spared scattered across Hydaelyn.
Time shuffled along and a sense of adventure began to return to Eorzea.
Rumors and promise of a rehabilitation spread until they reached far overseas to different lands. Everyone’s eyes were once again turned to Eorzea, including many of the estranged members of S:R. By Lominsan Free Company Law, Sanctus Refero's coffer remained intact; as if giving way to a rebirth of the Trading Company. Through happenstance and calculated maneuvers, the surviving gil was used to establish a restaurant – thusly named The Salts of Rhotano in homage to the S:R moniker.
As it was before, and as it always has been, success is fleeting. Scandal erupted, mutiny broke out and The Salts of Rhotano closed its doors. The coffers were quickly emptied of their gil and the true intent of the restaurant was lost with it.
However for those readers with a penchant for maths and numbers, it would not be hard to trace the flow of the missing funds through the subsequent years to the founding of a unique school of growing repute:
The S.A.L.T. Scholasticate – Saints of Academic Logos and Theorem.
On the verge of great discovery, progress, and change, the school lost its footing long before it found its way. An exterior force swept in to undermine all efforts to spread knowledge and offer asylum to the young and old of Eorzea lost in the Calamity who wished to learn. Without word, the founding scholar disappeared: Reina Asahi is assumed dead. Shortly after word spread of her passing, the sole proprietor left in despair; Sterne Evans returned home.
The students, abandoned in their dorms and left to their own devices, suffered a second Calamity personal and private only to them. In the shaky aftermath, a group of squatters take over the school without much resistance.
The dorms are in shambles. Nothing like the curated and manicured campus as before.
It took one moon to sift through the debris, and another to recover. The spirit of the SALT Scholasticate has been broken. Nearly 70% of our students are dead and the staff is as splintered and scattered as the wooden frame that once stood straight.
The burned out husk of a school stands out like a sore thumb in the mist. One cannot pass by the district without smelling the lingering smoke; a keen nose may still smell the blood. Rumor has it a dark-haired Midlander paid a tidy sum of gil, bribing the Maelstrom, to halt all plans to demolish the Scholasticate. The rumors have grown, and some more common folk have started wondering if this place is haunted. They’ve started asking why the Maelstrom does nothing. Their response? “No statement at this time.”
Rather suspicious and enticing for the curious adventurer, is it not?
The common folk aren’t the only ones who have heard these rumors. To those close to, or apart of, the remnants of the Scholasticate, you would know Garleans have had a hand in this. With their objective “incomplete” they make sporadic visits in hopes of running into a displaced member.
Surreptitiously the mansion is rebuilt. Those rumors and whispers among the common folk inevitably reach the ears of a number of groups. One in particular places a bounty on the information, the secrets, of who now occupies this burned out mansion. Why would a group of students and teachers be targeted by the Garleans, and why was it kept so secret?
A duo nearly succeeds in stealing that information, but they're stopped by a rogue Roegadyn who seems bent on getting involved. Who is he, and what is he going to do with that information? How will the Scholasticate reconcile a dramatic shift in operation? How long will this city-state sponsored Veteran's home last?
What smoke lingers while ash still sits in their mouths?