Altan Irynsi

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Altan's journey through life and Eorzea

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A de-saturated, cinematic image of a Xaelan man with black hair streaked with white, and black war paint across his eyes. He's wearing dark armor with a spiked shoulder plate and his hand is outstretched, palm up. In the opposite hand, he holds a large gun

Offer // Altan Irynsi

"Happy to offer my services to any soul lost enough to ask for them."

A cinematic image with blurred flames in the background. A Xaelan man is midair, horizontal, pointing a gun at the camera. His coat tails are flared out behind him.

Hunt // Altan Irynsi

"You've officially annoyed me."

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A detasturated image of a man in a hooded shawl and long skirt kneeling before an altar, facing away from the camera. He has dark scales running down his spine.

Answers // Altan Irynsi

"Why is your silence finally broken?"

A man in a hooded shawl stands near a large stone, facing away from the camera. He has dark scales across his arms and down his spine, and he looks out at a village of tents below him in an oasis.

Places // Altan Irynsi

"Would anyone even recognize me?"

A Xaelan man in a hooded shawl with dark hair sits on a rock in the desert, an older Xaelan woman with dark blue skin and white braided hair kneeling behind him, her arms raised towards the man's horns. The man looks sad and the woman looks affectionate.

Faces // Tuya Dotharl, Altan Irynsi

"I could never forget my son's face."

A Xaelan man in a hooded shawl and long dark skirt stands in the the rain, in a small pond surrounded by ivy and rock. His arms are outstretched and face tilted upward with closed eyes and a smile.

Souls // Altan Irynsi

"Not all souls burn in battle."

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A Soul of Shadow // Altan Irynsi

"May your pockets run deep enough to destroy the weapon you created."

In the third floor study, a carefully written note rests on an intricate ironwood desk. The small flecks of ink around some letters speak to a habit ingrained in the familiar hand that penned it.You will call me a coward, for leaving this in writing in lieu of an in-person conflict.But you've ruled my life, my actions, my morals, from the moment you convinced me I needed to remain forever grateful to you for raising my body off the sandy floor. But too long has my existence been confined to your shadow, too long have I merely been your weapon, to point at people or things in your way and make disappear. You seemed to think that weapon would not someday be turned to you.If you truly think that you can silence me, that you would last a moment against me--
you will leave the third story southern window, second from the left, unlocked.May your pockets run deep enough to destroy the weapon you created,~A

A Soul of Midnight // Altan Irynsi

"I'd at least hoped that I taught you better than to hesitate."

"It's a shame it had to end like this, A. I'd hoped you would be smart enough to give up and come back after your first failure. I would've accepted an apology, you know, especially after all I invested in you."She holds up her blade, inspecting the bright red glistening along the edge."I don't know who put it in your head that you would survive without me to feed you, train you, shield you... but I'd at least hoped that I taught you better than to hesitate. Quick and decisive. The only way to survive."

A Soul of Scars // Altan Irynsi

"I imagine you could make better use of this than me."

"Before you go..."Altan slides a small, square, turquoise crystal across the bar, a symbol carefully engraved across the surface. A machinist's job stone."I imagine you could make better use of this than me, or at least find someone worthy to carry it."He gingerly picks it up. "I've got my own-- but never been able to use one of these, really." He looks to Altan and nods, a solemn expression beneath the brim of his hat. "I'll keep it safe, find someone good that wants it."

A Soul of the Void // Altan Irynsi

"Take the reigns."

"Please. Help them. I cannot do it myself."He addresses... no one in particular. A presence none save those gifted with aethersight would know of. The dark wreath around his soul snickers."You know, I did not expect you to call upon me so soon. Are you sure about this? You know the consequences better than anyone."Altan reaches up, tearing the blinder from his face, wincing at the daylight assaulting him. The wreath of shadow sighs."If you insist."Altan's back arches, the dark wreath spiraling from his body as his face twists into a wide smile and his eyes open to a burning bright violet hue. His clothes turn to armor and a massive, ten-fulm scythe materializes on his back. His body stretches, the void presence within learning its way around the unfamiliar form once again.Altan's voice, faint as he sinks into the darkness, cuts through the Voidsent's mind. "Take the reigns."