Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, in modern casual wear (all black and purple, naturally), leans against a post in Round Square of the Manderville Gold Saucer.

Waiting for the next GATE to start... #FFXIV #MandervilleGoldSaucer #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

Treurenbloem struggles a bit with the pop-music scene. Where is the thundering orchestra? The screaming guitars? The actual screaming?
#FFXIV #gpose #LittleLadiesDay #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

[ The Black Shroud — Buscarron's Druthers ] Treurenbloem, Largo, Mariko, and Margot have gathered around a table in the common room of Buscarron's pub in the South Shroud. Though it is the middle of the night, an eerie, sickly green glow pervades the forest outside. They have come in search of Odin, the mysterious self-sustaining primal who has haunted this wood as long as there has been a history to record his passing. Treurenbloem informs the team, "According to one of the scouts, the Dark Divinity was last sighted just south of Issom-Har. I'd propose that we begin the search there, and continue south toward Camp Tranquil."

The group sets out upon the road south of the settlement. Along the way, as they scan their surroundings, Largo's gaze locks onto the road that splits off toward the ancient ruin of Issom-Har, a remnant of the nation of Gelmorra, believed to have been lost to time, though of course, he knows better, having escaped via that very tunnel some years before. His pace involuntarily slows, then stops, his eyes transfixed on the path west. Margot stops with him, her brow furrowing with worry for her long-time friend.

Mariko has noticed that half the party has wordlessly stopped walking, and turns to face them. "Is aught amiss, Largo?" she asks, trying to break his reverie. "Have you spied our quarry already?" Largo regains his wits and tries to deflect the question with a chuckle. "Ha!" he exclaims, smiling broadly, "I would not expect to so outperform your keen eye tonight. 'Tis nothing, my dear, just... a reminder of a memory."

Apparently satisfied, Mariko continues walking, and Largo, too, resumes his previous pace, though still looking over his shoulder at the ancient Gelmorran ruin. Margot remains a few paces behind, regarding him with unabated concern. "Only a memory so painful it has scarred his very soul," she muses to herself. "Such a cruel burden is the mourning of a love neither dead nor accessible." She closes her eyes in contemplation as the party continues southward down the path. "Would that I or anyone else could relieve him of it," she silently laments. "Gods know C'bywina has been a savior to him. But some wounds are not meant to heal."

#Febhyurary2026 09 - Heal

Margot is a healer by nature. But some wounds are beyond her skill to mend.

#FFXIV #WoLcomics #hyur #ForAlaMhigo #Febhyurary #elezen #duskwight #raen #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

The Scions of the Seventh Dawn emerge from the Garlean base called "Baelsar's Wall" and onto the fringes of Gyr Abania. From left to right: Krile, Y'shtola, Alphinaud, Treurenbloem, Lyse, and Alisaie.

Treurenbloem Rowdottir surveys her surroundings. Just as she did during the mission to retake Castrum Oriens, she has donned the uniform of a Maelstrom fleet captain, the better to represent the interests of the Eorzean Alliance. The scar on her left cheek — a reminder of the start of her long naval hiatus — is as prominent as ever.

The main title for "Stormblood" appears over a panorama of the Velodyna River valley, dominated by the giant Garlean penant hanging from a tower high above.

Treurenbloem stands in the small encampment on the Ala Mhigan side of Baelsar's Wall. The aetheryte spins slowly in the distance. Alliance troops from various nations mill about.

Oh, by the way, Treurenbloem is also just starting #Stormblood, so that means characters #3, #5, and #6 are all just starting their "next" expansion.
#FFXIV #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, the last of the Argonauts to become a gunbreaker. She is shown in her character portrait wearing an extravagantly swoopy tricorne, wine red blouse, black leather vest, and a black floral earring.

Welp, it finally happened. All six Argonauts are gunbreakers.
#FFXIV #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

[ New Gridania — Airship Landing ] Treurenbloem Rouwdottir strides purposefully across the waiting area of the Gridanian airship landing, toward Alphinaud Leveilleur and Cid Garlond, who are preparing for the mission to rediscover the Omega Weapon. Someone calls her name, and she halts, startled. The caller is Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn, who has just turned away from the ticket counter. "'Tis well that I found you before we depart," she says, crossing the distance between them quickly. She leans in toware Treurenbloem confidentially, despite the noisy environs. "I have reviewed the reports describing the mission to infiltrate Baelsar's Wall," she whispers, "and one can imagine my surprise when I read about one of the company's members being dressed in the full uniform of a Fleet Captain of the Maelstrom."

Treurenbloem frowns and looks away. She seems annoyed to have been found out. She meets Merlwyb's smirk with a frigid glare. "It was a joint military operation sanctioned by the Eorzean Alliance. It seemed appropriate at the time. I shall have no trouble remembering to never repeat the mistake." Merlwyb crosses her arms, breaks away from the grip of Treurenbloem's gaze, and scoffs.

When their eyes meet again, there is no remaining humor in either woman's expression. "Tell me true, Captain," Merlwyb spits brusquely, "when will you forgive yourself for the sinking of the Stellar Highwind?" Treurenbloem arches forward, barely containing her rage. "How dare you speak that accursed name in my presence?" The Admiral does not flinch. "Am I to understand that the answer will be, 'Never'? Is that why you have thrown in your lot with the Scions? Not out of any obligation to use your gifts, or embark on adventures, but to flee from the ghosts of your past?"

Treurenbloem's hand flies up unbidden, but not to strike Merlwyb in the face, only to wave a warning finger toward it. "I may have returned to the Maelstrom, Admiral, but if you continue to provoke me, I will not hesitate to leave it again, and not look back." She grits her teeth as Merlwyb calmly pushes her hand downward from its threatening position. The air between their faces fairly crackles with hostility. Merlwyb turns on her heel and moves back toward the airship landing. "Full winds and fair skies on your upcoming mission... Captain."

"'Til Sea Swallows All"

The Scions' own #SadGothPirate and former rising star of the Maelstrom receives an unexpected consultation with her commanding officer.

#FFXIV #gpose #WoLcomics #roegadyn #femroe #LimsaLominsa #Heavensward #Stormblood

"Thrice-damned fools, always dying for their causes, and drawing in others to die with them, and never considering that there might be a way to live for them instead."
#FFXIV #Heavensward #Stormblood #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn stands behind her desk, facing Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, former naval captain, and now esteemed member of the Maelstrom. Merlwyb sighs, "Thank the Navigator. I had resigned myself to another day spent listening to my advisors prattle on about the beastmen's latest movements. Come, Captain — tell me of your adventures."

I find it uniquely gratifying when a WoL's fellow GC member addresses them by their rank, but it's especially true for Storm Captain Treurenbloem, whose backstory includes a significant time spent as the captain of a Lominsan naval vessel. #FFXIV #Heavensward #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

LoNG HaiR PHYSiCS WoRK JuST FiNe; THeRe'S No PRoBLeM HeRe
#FFXIV #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

"AND THE WINNER IS... uh... Do you mind if I call you Terry?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, I do."
#FFXIV #FallGuys #FFXIVxFallGuys #roegadyn #femroe #FemroeFriday #SadGothPirate

Postmodern Kick-Your-Ass Gothlete Treurenbloem pushes a very specific button in my psyche, but I can't quite articul—

Oh, wait, it's the "Damn, she fine" button.

#FFXIV #roegadyn #femroe #FemroeFriday #SadGothPirate

Treurenbloem: "What in the Seven Hells did I just walk into?"
#FFXIV #FallGuys #FFXIVxFallGuys #Blunderville
#roegadyn #femroe #FemroeFriday #SadGothPirate

Ow, ow, stop twisting my arm, it hurts. No. Please. Stop. 🙄😉
#FFXIV #gpose #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

[ La Noscea — Moraby Dockyards ] A tall roegadyn woman in a new Maelstrom uniform stands atop the battlements overlooking Moraby Bay and the shipyard. A lighthouse on a distant island is silhouetted against the rising sun. She stares into the light of the dawn confidently, defiantly, her hands resting on her hips, a bronze axe hanging from a strap over her shoulder. Her long blue-and-purple hair is tied back into a pair of buns high on the back of her head.

The woman is smiling. Clipped to the bun on the left side of her head is a bright red carnation, matching her uniform. A similar floral earring hangs from her left ear. Her reverie is interrupted by the chiming of a linkpearl in her right ear. She reaches up with her right hand to press against it with her finger, the better to hear the speaker who is calling her, over the crashing of the ocean waves below.

A young man speaks to her through the linkpearl. "Capt—" he begins, but is interrupted by an awkward cough. The woman's grin widens. The caller clears his throat and continues. "Ahem. Sorry, still getting used to that. Captain, the ship and crew stand ready for departure." The woman response, "Acknowledged, Commander Dartellucht." She draws out and emphasizes his rank in a congratulatory tone. "I'll be returning to the dock momentarily. Have the crew ready to weigh anchor and steam us clear of the breakwaters as soon as I come aboard. We'll have time to ponder our freshly elevated stations once we're underway."

Her orders given, the woman lowers her hand from the linkpearl in her ear, turns away from the dawn-lit ocean, and begins the short journey down from the battlements to the dock, where her ship and crew await her.

#Roevember2025 .1: Starting Out

A certain young Maelstrom officer whose star is on the rise receives word from her shipmates that their next great adventure awaits only her order to begin...

#FFXIV #gpose #roegadyn #femroe Not-Yet- #SadGothPirate

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, a seawolf roegadyn, in her "bene cove" outfit. • Karasu daggers • black viola corsage • Critical Hit B1 Tour Top (—/grape purple) • Yafaemi gloves of scouting • The Guardian's breeches of scouting • prototype Gordian sabatons of scouting • black triteleia earring

Treurenbloem says to stop doomscrolling and enjoy her newest ninja glamour.
#FFXIV #gpose #roegadyn #femroe #sadgothpirate

[ Thanalan — Vesper Bay — The Waking Sands ] The double doors of the common room in the Waking Sands swing open violently, banging against their bump stops. Treurenbloem Rouwdottir strides through, her arms still raised and spread, revealing the source of the doors' sudden velocity. She shouts into the room, in a tone that sounds almost like a martial challenge: "Urianger!" The Scion deftly stifles his surprise with a calm focused over decades of practice, and aided by the ruby goggles concealing his eyes. "Milady," he responds with carefully-controlled breath, "what circumstance has caused the urgency with which thou wouldst enter this hall?"

The roegadyn strides directly up to him and seizes the front of his collar in her right fist. With the strength of only her right arm, she nearly lifts Urianger off his feet as she pulls him close, their faces nearly colliding if not for his reflexive retreat. Treurenbloem's icy blue-green eyes seem to pierce the tint of Urianger's goggles. She lifts her left hand to point at her own face. "Tell me that it would be about us," she hisses. "Tell me that it would never be about the past for which you pity me, nor the lost love for whom you still mourn."

Urianger seems to meet her intense gaze, caught like a mouse under the hypnotizing charms of a viper. "Would that I could give thee such assurance," he stammers. "Thou knowest as well as I the incessant, gnawing pain of a melancholy that will not yield, a loss of someone so fundamental to our selves that it acheth as would a severed limb. We can but accept this circumstance, and perhaps learn to defy it, but it cannot be denied." Treurenbloem turns her head away, gritting her teeth in frustration as an emotional war rages within her breast. She finds herself unable to let go of Urianger, either emotionally, or physically, as her grip on his collar continues to hold him off balance.

Finally, she releases him, and as suddenly as she arrived, she turns and strides away. Urianger stands and watches her go, visibly deflated. With her back safely turned to him as she wordlessly leaves the room, Treurenbloem's face betrays the sorrow lurking beneath her frustrated resolve.

After the rare moment of reflection that they shared in Ishgard, Treurenbloem became increasingly preoccupied by the stirrings of some unexpected feelings. Unable to deal with them alone, her only choice was to confront them head-on.
#FFXIV #WoLcomics #Heavensward #SadGothPirate #roegadyn #femroe

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, a pale roegadyn woman in a black duster, shorts, and thigh-high boots, armed with a long rifle, stands at ease in front of the Redbills' standard, as the sun sets in the distance.

Guess who's freshly-inducted into the Redbills!
Someone who already knows a thing or two about piracy.
#FFXIV #gpose #Heavensward #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, eyes closed, robed in her raiments, standing in the liminal space to which she retreats at the fringe of the Aethereal Sea when she communes with Hydaleyn, about to feel the Blessing of Light reignite within her soul.

The lighting in this game, man... 😙🤏
#FFXIV #Heavensward #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

The last sight to enter the eyes of the dying Archbishop Thordan VII: the cold, unflinching stare of Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, dark knight.

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir sits in the saddle provided by Midgardsormr to carry her away from Azys Lla. She looks uneasily over her shoulder at the roiling yellow and green clouds surrounding the ancient Allagan site, perhaps searching for any sign of Estinien, or what he has become.

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir stands atop the bluff where Haurchefant Greystone (de Fortemps) has been laid to rest.

The head of the credits sequence for Final Fantasy XIV: Heavensward.

This is my *fifth time* rolling these credits.
Treurenbloem Rouwdottir has completed #Heavensward (3.0).
#FFXIV #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, heavily armored and carrying her greatsword, salutes R'ashaht Rhiki, High Commander of the Maelstrom. She announces with practiced military discipline: "Storm Captain Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, former fleet captain of the Hearts of the Dawn Gale, reporting, High Commander. I am without a ship, but I will take any assignment that the Admiral sees fit to give."

R'ashaht sighs, releasing only a fraction of the anxiety with which he fairly vibrates at her post. "Full glad I am that you are, Captain Rouwdottir," she admits. "I shall not conceal the reality of the situation from such a decorated officer." She shakes her head, her gaze downcast, then continues, a tone of exasperated disbelief muting her usually vibrant voice. "The bonds of the Eorzean alliance are deteriorating rapidly. None know who pulls the strings of this macabre puppet show, but the chaos they have wrought among the nations of Aldenard threatens to throw the world order as we know it into disarray." She sneers at her next thought, which she relays through clenched teeth: "And who better to play scapegoat in an era of mistrust than a 'nation of pirates'?"

R'ashaht continues, "To have even one of the vaunted Warriors of Light remain loyal to the fleet is a blessing. But as if your steadfast loyalty was not enough..." She pauses, glancing suspiciously to her right, away from Treurenbloem. "You have brought with you another, and one most unexpected besides. Tell me, sir, are you not bonded as a Serpent Captain in the Order of the Twin Adder? What of your obligation and allegiance to Gridania? Have you not an established residence there, and a heavy investment in its security, as well?"

Our view turns for the first time, to reveal Largo Canzondolore, in the seafaring attire that he adopted for his journey to Tural, his crystal gunblade strapped across his back. He shrugs, smirking, at the Storm High Commander, with a well-honed affect of nonchalance. "Lominsa needs her brightest captain," he responds blithely, "and the captain needs an able crew." His smile fades, his expression darkening to a deadly seriousness. "I know full well what fate awaits any duskwight foolish enough to trust in the kindness of the elementals' reverents. My best hope for survival in these chaotic times is to be found only on my own terms, and for now, that means that I must cleave close to the people I trust the most in this world." Largo's charming half-smile returns, chasing away the shadow of his deadly cynicism. "Treurenbloem fits that bill. So here I stand, her first recruit."

#ShatteredBonds #1: Join the Fleet (2025.09.06)

In an #AlternateTimeline where the peace of the Seventh Dawn is wistfully remembered, the bringers of that peace now gird themselves again for conflict.

As always, more in alt text.

#FFXIV #WoLcomics #LimsaLominsa #elezen #roegadyn #SadGothPirate

Urianger stands in the airship landing area of Ishgard, speaking to Treurenbloem. "That which man thinketh a trifle in the living," he says, "he mourneth as a treasure in the losing. A tired platitude, but one which shall haunt me unto my dying day." No, honestly, I had never considered an Urianger/Treurenbloem relationship plotline... until now...?

A harshly-taught lesson in life that Treurenbloem knows only too well.
I wonder... Is this the common thread by which the lonely #elezen scholar and listless #roegadyn pirate captain begin to be pulled together............?
#FFXIV #Heavensward #femroe #SadGothPirate

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, standing near the airship landing in Ishgard, outfitted as a black mage. She wears a black leather halter braced with silver grommets and adorned with violet-chromed decorative strands that hang off her shoulders; a simple black skirt that ends well above her knees; and black leather boots that extend well up her thighs. On her back is a staff crafted, in part, from a horn forcibly broken from the head of Ifrit. She stands with her hands on her hips, elbows out, looking down at the viewer with a look of quiet, confident defiance.

"You may underestimate my aptitude with the dark arts at your peril."
#FFXIV #gpose #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate #blackmage #Ishgard

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, outfitted as a machinist, sitting on the sidewalk outside the Great Gubal Library, waiting for her adventuring party to assemble.

Also enjoy this late-breaking submission for #Femroe Friday.
#FFXIV #roegadyn #SadGothPirate #machinist

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, in her warrior armor, standing atop a milestone along the ancient Nymian road near Camp Bronze Lake.

#Femroe Friday. Sometimes I look at my #SadGothPirate and just go... wow. Cool.
#FFXIV #gpose #roegadyn

"I am *not* 'hanging out' at the #MoonfireFaire. I am taking a moment's respite from my raging frustration with the thrice-damned jump puzzle."
#FFXIV #gpose #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate #GothGirlWednesday

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, as a black mage, caught up in a pocket of the aethereal sea, in which her link with the Crystals of Light is slowly being revived.

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, as a black mage, standing in her apartment. She is holding a globe steady with her right hand, and compulsively touching the scar on her cheek with her left. She is staring at a very specific point on the globe.

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, as a black mage, standing in her apartment. She is holding a globe steady with her right hand, and compulsively touching the scar on her cheek with her left. She is staring at a very specific point on the globe. An enormous roundel window, framed in wrought iron and bearing a functional clock face, is visible out-of-focus on the wall behind her.

Seems like #femroe representation in #GothGirlWednesday needs a boost. Treurenbloem is here to help.
#FFXIV #gpose #roegadyn #SadGothPirate

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, in her swim attire, standing on a platform halfway up the foremast of the Queen Lhaminn.

"Listen, this isn't easy for me. I'll get there when I get there."
#FFXIV #MoonfireFaire #gpose #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate
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Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, a roegadyn dark knight, kneels over Haurchefant de Fortemps, clasping his hand in both of her own. Her face is tightly screwed up into distress. She whispers to him, "Not again... Not you too, Haurchefant... Not like this..."

Haurchefant looks up at her weakly, blood still trickling from his lips. "Oh, do not look at me so," he urges her. "A smile better suits a hero..."

Treurenbloem bows her head, overcome with despair. Memories of prior fallen comrades swirl about her, intensifying her grief for the man who now lies prone, about to join them. "You know not what you ask of me," she chokes through her tears. Haurchefant smiles back at her. "Pray forgive me, my friend," he responds gently. "You ask too much of yourself already."

Treurenbloem looks up at him, unable to smile, unable to cry, unable to believe that, even now, in this terrible moment, Haurchefant knows just what to say to her.

"A Dark Knight's Calling"

It hits different when you've already lost everyone around you once... and then again... and then...

#FFXIV #gpose #WoLcomics #Heavensward #Haurchefant #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

Treurenbloem Rouwdottir standing in Aurum Vale, outfitted as a ninja. Her head is turned away from us to the right, her expression inscrutable.

Why am I now playing *six* characters, and why do I love them all?
#FFXIV #gpose #AurumVale #roegadyn #femroe #SadGothPirate

A screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV. Treurenbloem Rouwdottir, a seawolf roegadyn, holds Ysayle in her arms. They stand in Zenith, home of the great wyrm Hraesvalgr, moments after learning that everything Ysayle believed and fought for was a lie. The Lady Iceheart has collapsed into the embrace, her head resting on Treurenbloem's collarbone, arms dangling uselessly at her sides, sobbing.

Empathy because she's been there.
#FFXIV #Heavensward #SadGothPirate #roegadyn #femroe #Ysayle