Journal of an Eorzean White Mage
Entry #1
Date: 3rd Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon
Another hot day in Ul'dah it seems. But then again, thinking back on it now, the only time Ul'dah isn't unbearably hot is when it rains once in a blue moon. If you were to ask me, Ul'dah wouldn't be my idea of a good time.
My, my... I have no idea how to start these journal entries. I do think it is a good idea to record my adventures somewhere though, who knows when I might look back on something like this. Your generosity will not be wasted, I do appreciate you giving me a journal, Eldin.
Perhaps I should start of by writing a little bit about myself...
My name is Torma Matra. I am a 20 year old Male Plainsfolk Lalafell. I hail from the city state of Limsa Lominsa in Eorzea. I was orphaned and raised by my adopted family for as long as I could remember. I have no idea who my biological parents are and I don't know where I came from, but to be completely honest I don't care about any of that. The only family I have ever known is my brother Eldin and his father, who unfortunately passed away when I was 7 years old.
For most of my life I have lived alone with Eldin in a secluded cabin far north in Outer La Noscea. Some might have found it difficult for a small Lalafell like me to live in a house with a hulking Hellsguard Roegadyn, But it is simply something I have adapted to. Eldin actually works as a second Lieutenant in the Maelstrom (Limsa's grand company and main military force) and as such he is always out and about jumping though hoops for the admiral. But hey, Eldin gets paid some decent gil for his troubles and with him being a full blown Warrior at his age, he is one tough soldier to take down.
So one day Eldin asks me what I want to do with my life, since I am of age to go out and apply for the disciplines. Should I become a disciple of hand, and become an artisan? Should I become a disciple of Land and supply the realm with everything needed for it to function? Or perhaps I could become a disciple of War and Magic, and take to a life of adventures and hunting...
The idea rattled around in my head for a few days. I don't think I would be physically fit to become a axe wielding Marauder or a spear twirling Lancer... In fact I could barely cut wood with a simple axe. Yeah, a disciple of war was out of the question, however I was not ready to dedicate myself to a life of work as a disciple of Hand or Land. Some say that once you become a full-time disciple of hand or land, all of your free time slips away and before you know it, you don't have time for anything else... I shutter at the thought...
That only leaves disciples of Magic. I have to admit, it was like love at first sight. Magic seemed to be the best fit for someone of my... stature... but what would I dedicate my studies on? Spirit summoning Arcanists? Destruction weaving Thaumaturges? Or the divine healers, the Conjurers...
Eldin suggested that if I were to take up a magic discipline, I should take up conjurer. He said that healers are becoming a rare sight in Eorzea and monster populations are on the rise, as such there is a high demand for them and their special abilities. But what sold it for me, was when he told me that if I graduated to become a full fledged White Mage, he would guarantee a spot to work with him in the Maelstrom. My mind was made up, and now here I am...