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[Ibakha is the Warrior of Light, the Warrior of Darkness, the Wanderer, the Eikon-Slayer, the Godhunter, the hero.

She's also a feral dumbass. But her time in Norvrandt has been good for her, in a way. She's grown, she's become wiser. No longer only concerned with fighting, she's become calmer, and more rational. She's willing to fight to protect others now, fighting to save lives wherever possible, and often where impossible. She's become kinder, more willing to help, more selfless... But she's still a jerk and likes teasing people, and values her freedom above all else.

Physically, she's just shy of five feet tall, carries a sword that looks more like a sharp slab of iron with a stick on the end, a weathered crystal on her opposite hip, and is a Xaela Au Ra. What that means is she has black scales all over, horns instead of ears, a reptilian tail, and odd rings in her eyes. Currently, she keeps one eye covered by a blindfold-style bandanna. A decent look at her.]

The Jamjar Option

[Ibakha is a wanderer, and is known to use her teleportation abilities frequently. Attuned to Aetherytes, she can cast herself into the streams of aether and arrive at her intended destination... Or she can miss. Sometimes, she can end up in the wrong place, and sometimes she might get pulled into a jamjar setting. Maybe yours! Name the game, and you'll have... an irate lizard-girl with a sword in hand stalking around in a fury.]

You. Explain this immediately.

[She's. Pointing the sword at you.

At least it seems to be less of a 'answer or I kill you' point and more a 'i have a sword in my pointing hand so I'm using it to indicate you' point. I'm sure that helps, right?]

The Reverse-Jamjar Option

[People from other worlds ending up in Eorzea is nothing new. It's happened often enough that Ibakha's started to develop a routine for it. Find them, find out where they think they should be, drag them to the nearest city.

Which means, when you come to, you may find yourself staring down an angry Ahriman or five. Fortunately, that's what the Warrior of Light is for, and Ibakha swoops in fairly quickly to dispatch them.

No, seriously, swoops in. As in falls from high above to smash one, and then makes short work of the rest.]

Are you all right?

The XIV Option

[If you're another native to this world, however, you might find Ibakha in worse places. She may be in the Azim Steppe, looking in on her clansmen in Dotharl Khaa. She may be in Ul'dah, attempting to pick a fight with that blue mage boy or searching for a certain Miqo'te. She may be in Limsa Lominsa, where she came for a bar brawl but unfortunately her reputation precedes her, and now everyone's on their best behavior.

Where are you? Ibakha is the Wanderer. She has in every lifetime wandered the world, and this one is no different. There is no place Ibakha will not explore, so she can be anywhere.]

The Wildcard Option

[If you have a different idea, drop it in here! Also if you want to do Shadowbringers spoilers in a thread, tell me and I will write up a custom toplevel that can be minimized so people who don't want spoilers can avoid it.]

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[Motherfucker I am in Il Mheg what are you doing here?

I mean, aside from making yourself fairy bait. Ros is just...going to stand back and watch how you deal with another round of Beaver Shenanigans.

Ros is a dick.]

[I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T HAVE AN ACCOUNT

Ibakha handles the pixie shenanigans with.... some level of grace, anyway. And by that I mean she's basically calling Feo Ul to get an explanation of literally anything that happens, because fairytown operates on weird rules.

Though after a bit, she's going to turn her head back towards Ros.]

Do you intend to but watch?

Was there aught for me to have done? I had thought you able to handle children.

[The thing is, while Ros is essentially Ren and shares memories enough that she could take over due to [shenanigans], she is a different person, and she, well. She has a storied history with the fae. She's learned to deal with them almost out of spite.

And she likes kids. She never did get to see very many, in Farrow, but she does like kids...]

[Ibakha, however, does not like children. She's never been good with them and doesn't know how to act around them. In small doses, she can smile and play along, but the fae? Absolutely not.]

Children, certainly. Ageless beings of another world are difficult, unless it is my sword that will handle them.

They are nothing but children at heart. [A beat.] Children with unfathomable magical power, I'll admit. But still children. If your impulse is to solve that at swordpoint, remind me never to ask you to look after any of my own.

Children who seek to trap us forever and turn travelers to trees.

Have you not noticed these leafmen? Were it not for Feo Ul, we were like to join them.

You were.

[Placidly.]

[She rolls her eyes.]

Aye, if that pleases you.

[That said, she will at least kneel by the nearest leafman and offer a prayer.]

[Prayers will do nothing to help that leafman and also that was trying to kill us last week, Ibakha. Ros just shrugs and goes back to what she was doing, which appears to be making ittybitty flower crowns for the faeries.

...okay yeah maybe she would have been just fine.]

[PRAYERS WILL DO NOTHING TO HELP BUT IT'S EITHER THAT OR DO NOTHING.]

... You know of these pixies and their ways.

And small wonder, Il Mheg is not so far from the Greatwood as to be ignorant of the fae.

[Doot doot doot the teeniest tiniest flower crowns! So many of them.]

... These 'leafmen'. Do their souls yet remain? Or have they returned to the world?

...What answer would you prefer to hear?

The truth.

[SNORT.]

You already know it, from the way you've asked. Asking me won't change it.

Tell me.

If their souls remain trapped here, I will burn these foul mockeries to the ground that they may be free.

You will do no such thing, lest you find out personally what happens to them. Feo Ul will not protect you from breaking their laws of hospitality.

[Ibakha, this is not 'doing better' as a person.]

I do not believe they are conscious any longer. As for souls, you're better off asking Y'shtola. I've no way to discern if the aether is a plant's or a person's. They feel much the same, in any place.

[SHE'S TRYING TO PROTECT AND SAVE OTHER RANDOS SHE'S NEVER MET? THAT'S WAY IMPROVED.]

... I lack her vision, nor do I have Urianger's learnings. All I have is my own understanding and what information I may glean from you.

I have not the words to describe how... foul the act of trapping a soul would be.

And I cannot answer it, but I will ask you this--do you not believe plants have souls of their own? If they do have a soul, how will you discern if it is one 'trapped'? Will you simply burn every single plant that has something like a soul? Because you'd be burning down every bush and tree in the first.

How can you mean to determine if these bushes are suffering, instead of merely another bush? Are you capable of this? Think on it long, before you break their laws.

[There's a long, judgmental stare for a moment, and.]

That is why I asked you.

And I gave you an answer you refuse to take.

[And she's just. Turning to leave, at that.]

...

[Deep breath. Calm down, Ibakha.]

I have listened to the answers you gave, as loathe as you seem to give them. I have not refused to take any more than you have refused to give.

And I have told you there are no clear answers. You have continued to demand I give you one.

[Flatly. Bunny is unimpressed.]

You told me "I already know". If I knew, I would not ask. We have been going in circles.

[What Miqo'te? Rhel sees no Miqo'te.

That's a lie, she heard that Ibakha was in town from Subetei after he returned from some errands and that means only one thing.

Rhel informs the guild that she won't be in today and heads out to find the Au Ra before she herself is found. When she spots Ibakha, Rhel wastes no time in aiming a low powered Blizzard at her tail.

Payback! Sorta! Honestly, Rhel's just been bored thanks to being more or less on bedrest after the bullshit that was Doma Castle and giving a friend a little nippy hello is the most excitement she's allowed herself in weeks.]

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