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The sky was a profane-black, shrouded in a morose cloud of smoke. An effluvium of death gave way to a putrefying stench. It was everywhere. Trembling, gelid palms clasped upon algid steel as Garlean soldiers teemed beneath our feet. We, who were once part of a mighty Empire. Now, in their shadow as rebels. The slithering sounds of magitek was a frightful sound. Then suddenly, a gash of radiant bright light pierced through the starless sky. “These tempered fools, they believe they fight for Garlemald. ” A crack of murderously high heels suffused in a courtierly impenetrable black leather trampled atop an imperial sallet. “We are a people. Our home is where we stand and fight.” The austere tone with a melody like velvet reached out through the storm of missiles that shrilled and hissed through the sky. The imperial princess raised a blade in defiance, standing as a small Castrum force fighting back against a swarming empire. Our hearts pounded against our chests and followed her into the darkness of the starless sky.

A light house encampment established during Nael’s failed invasion. Castrum Lucidus was made to assist in an eventual pincer attack with the 7th legion that never saw fruition – the castrum, has since been fortified and shifted into an observational forward base that specializes in magitek production and experimentation. Located off the coast of Northern Ishgard and with increasing pressure from the their neighbors prioritized the production of anti-air magitek weaponry to counter the dragon’s, ishgard’s airfleet, and the Ixali. After Nael’s failed invasion, the castrum was passed over to House Valerius and the numbered Princess Aurelia wir Valerius where she treated it as a summer retreat. Increasing rumors of internal struggles within the empire shifted the focus of House Valerius to endure the coming civil war by becoming part of the secessionist Garlean entities, operating autonomously to restore the glory of the Empire. Through the frightening storm of Garlean rebellion, a far-off hope in Castrum Lucidus, shines like a guiding light.

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The sky was a profane-black, shrouded in a morose cloud of smoke. An effluvium of death gave way to a putrefying stench. It was everywhere. Trembling, gelid palms clasped upon algid steel as Garlean soldiers teemed beneath our feet. We, who were once part of a mighty Empire. Now, in their shadow as rebels. The slithering sounds of magitek was a frightful sound. Then suddenly, a gash of radiant bright light pierced through the starless sky. “These tempered fools, they believe they fight for Garlemald. ” A crack of murderously high heels suffused in a courtierly impenetrable black leather trampled atop an imperial sallet. “We are a people. Our home is where we stand and fight.” The austere tone with a melody like velvet reached out through the storm of missiles that shrilled and hissed through the sky. The imperial princess raised a blade in defiance, standing as a small Castrum force fighting back against a swarming empire. Our hearts pounded against our chests and followed her into the darkness of the starless sky.

A light house encampment established during Nael’s failed invasion. Castrum Lucidus was made to assist in an eventual pincer attack with the 7th legion that never saw fruition – the castrum, has since been fortified and shifted into an observational forward base that specializes in magitek production and experimentation. Located off the coast of Northern Ishgard and with increasing pressure from the their neighbors prioritized the production of anti-air magitek weaponry to counter the dragon’s, ishgard’s airfleet, and the Ixali. After Nael’s failed invasion, the castrum was passed over to House Valerius and the numbered Princess Aurelia wir Valerius where she treated it as a summer retreat. Increasing rumors of internal struggles within the empire shifted the focus of House Valerius to endure the coming civil war by becoming part of the secessionist Garlean entities, operating autonomously to restore the glory of the Empire. Through the frightening storm of Garlean rebellion, a far-off hope in Castrum Lucidus, shines like a guiding light.