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threevirtues) wrote2024-03-09 06:12 pm
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Capitis Haven
Whether from Leide to Cleigne, there will always be areas where some form of civilization is within clear view. Yes, there will be Havens where all signs of humanity is a little harder to spot compared to others, such as Havens buried deep within some dungeon or another, and yet most will find that they can be reassured by the ever persistant presence of humanity's footsteps. Sometimes that comes in the form of a rest stop's lights sparkling along the horizon. Other times, they may be comforted by the proximity of the road or a parking spot floodlight. For every Haven that somehow manages to be completely sequestered away, there are at least three more which hold their hand out to the common traveler in full view of all that they know. There is something reassuring in that, for even the most adamant camper.
There is no such feeling out there along Vesperpool.
There is a solid 50% chance that the last of civilization one will see before they enter Vesperpool will be the Hunters Headquarters, and certainly it is not the most cozy of locations to be in considering the duties for those who most often frequent it. Yet when one finally steps out to the inspring view of Vesperpool proper, to see the swamp and marshes which sprawl out for miles on end... Some may find themselves longing to turn around and see buildings, people, a small little stall restaurant letting the smell of its wares fill up a little tunnel. Others may yet find themselves taking a picture there from the road - perhaps on a good day when the rain is not pouring down and sunlight fills the air instead - before hastily taking to their journey once more.
None should begrudge such tourists. Indeed, the view from up high on the road is a wonderful one, and that may be all some need. Yet Vesperpool holds many other beautiful sights tucked away inside itself, and to see those... One must be of an adventurous spirit willing to take the first step deeper in.
That first step goes by the name of Capitis Haven.
Truthfully, it is by no means a bad first step to take. While not on the main road, Capitis nonetheless is right there along the dirt path which leads closer down to Vesperpool proper, and so in easy reach for those willing to satisfy their curiosity. Even better, the owner of the Chocobo Post has managed to put his mark even all the way out here, so that one may not find themselves lacking in speedy companionship as they look over the humid swamplands of Vesperpool.
Not that one needs such, if they wish to do a bit of fishing only. The east bank of the Vesperpool is right there, where one need only follow the dirt paths to reach it - or even charge straight through the undergrowth and clamber over rock if they're particularly impatient for the challenges which can be reeled in from those murky waters. Despite the amount of gas it may take to get to Vesperpool, many a fisherman finds it rather worth it because of the unique fish swimming in its depths. The most notorious of all would be the vesper gar, although there is tell of an even more enormous and valuable fish lurking underneath the dock. Either will surely test both one's patience and one's line, so there is no need to waste any of such patience on a long journey. Capitis is right there, so long as you can stand some of the resident insects which populate Vesperpool in quite thick numbers.
Those more prone to wandering the area will not find such an easy time of it. Vesperpool is near infamous for its overbearing population of sahagin, to the point that you will find them mentioned in just about any bit of media to do with the place. However, none should remain ignorant of the many other creatures which cause havoc about the area. In particular, basilisk and cockatrice are everywhere that sahagin are not, with their little hellions trotting right at their spurred heels. Worse yet, Vesperpool rains even more than anywhere else in Cleigne. Thus, gigantoads often free themselves from the jaws of sahagin congregations. When it is not raining, mushussu rummage out from the earth itself for adventurers to contend with.
That is often enough for many to swear off any exploration. One could hardly blame them. Yet for those with even a smidgeon of confidence in their ability to escape danger, I encourage a look around the area. Vesperpool is a hauntingly beautiful and lush local which even the depths of Malmalam Thicket would find it difficult to contend with. I myself have a particular fondness for the rocky pool which one drives alongside as they emerge from the eastern entrance into Vesperpool. The pool shimmers clearly, unobstructed by plantlife, with pale water flowers reaching out from the stillness.
If I could but type book, then I could bestow upon you, my good reader, with no end of fantastic dishes that pair well in a locale such as this. Ultimately it all comes down to if one is a determined hunter or a stubborn fisherman. Certainly it would have benefited me if I only had one or the other accompanying me on my own trip to the Vesperpool, for that would narrow down things to some degree.
However, while I do not often say this, I had the bad luck of setting off with both such men, and so cannot play favorites too much lest they see this article and claim blatant favoritism. So the readers of this fine series will get the rare pleasure of a double feature of recommendations for what meal to have while at Capitis.
A legendary herb-grilled whopper is for those who have a competitive fishing streak, or are traveling alongside one such angler. For as much as this mighty fish may fight while on the line, its taste is absolutely unparalleled. I have heard that everyone has their own preferred methods of cooking gar, but I personally would say that it needs no extra embellishments but to grill it. To include schier tumeric and leiden pepper is not to drown out the taste, yet rather that which helps brings out the best already present in the fish.
In contrast, paella de pollo makes fine use of chickatrice leg over saxham rice. I know that many people will claim that you can eat chickatrice leg raw, and I would not dispute them. Yet it seems such a shame to waste a wonderfully light meat such as it without treating it to a comfortable home amongst saxham rice. For those willing to brave the angered calls of the parents, fetching this meat fresh is an absolute must, and I promise the paella will be quite worth it.
Those two dishes are my final say on the matter. Any particularly frisky readers hoping to change my mind with rather salacious offers to prioritize one over the other will have to look elsewhere.
(Although speaking of salacious offers, Hunter HQ warns any visitors to Vesperpool to be wary of a likely daemonic woman on the west bank. Do not fall for any charms of hers. Strange women lying in ponds distributing kisses is no basis for a relationship.)
★★★★✩
There is no such feeling out there along Vesperpool.
There is a solid 50% chance that the last of civilization one will see before they enter Vesperpool will be the Hunters Headquarters, and certainly it is not the most cozy of locations to be in considering the duties for those who most often frequent it. Yet when one finally steps out to the inspring view of Vesperpool proper, to see the swamp and marshes which sprawl out for miles on end... Some may find themselves longing to turn around and see buildings, people, a small little stall restaurant letting the smell of its wares fill up a little tunnel. Others may yet find themselves taking a picture there from the road - perhaps on a good day when the rain is not pouring down and sunlight fills the air instead - before hastily taking to their journey once more.
None should begrudge such tourists. Indeed, the view from up high on the road is a wonderful one, and that may be all some need. Yet Vesperpool holds many other beautiful sights tucked away inside itself, and to see those... One must be of an adventurous spirit willing to take the first step deeper in.
That first step goes by the name of Capitis Haven.
Truthfully, it is by no means a bad first step to take. While not on the main road, Capitis nonetheless is right there along the dirt path which leads closer down to Vesperpool proper, and so in easy reach for those willing to satisfy their curiosity. Even better, the owner of the Chocobo Post has managed to put his mark even all the way out here, so that one may not find themselves lacking in speedy companionship as they look over the humid swamplands of Vesperpool.
Not that one needs such, if they wish to do a bit of fishing only. The east bank of the Vesperpool is right there, where one need only follow the dirt paths to reach it - or even charge straight through the undergrowth and clamber over rock if they're particularly impatient for the challenges which can be reeled in from those murky waters. Despite the amount of gas it may take to get to Vesperpool, many a fisherman finds it rather worth it because of the unique fish swimming in its depths. The most notorious of all would be the vesper gar, although there is tell of an even more enormous and valuable fish lurking underneath the dock. Either will surely test both one's patience and one's line, so there is no need to waste any of such patience on a long journey. Capitis is right there, so long as you can stand some of the resident insects which populate Vesperpool in quite thick numbers.
Those more prone to wandering the area will not find such an easy time of it. Vesperpool is near infamous for its overbearing population of sahagin, to the point that you will find them mentioned in just about any bit of media to do with the place. However, none should remain ignorant of the many other creatures which cause havoc about the area. In particular, basilisk and cockatrice are everywhere that sahagin are not, with their little hellions trotting right at their spurred heels. Worse yet, Vesperpool rains even more than anywhere else in Cleigne. Thus, gigantoads often free themselves from the jaws of sahagin congregations. When it is not raining, mushussu rummage out from the earth itself for adventurers to contend with.
That is often enough for many to swear off any exploration. One could hardly blame them. Yet for those with even a smidgeon of confidence in their ability to escape danger, I encourage a look around the area. Vesperpool is a hauntingly beautiful and lush local which even the depths of Malmalam Thicket would find it difficult to contend with. I myself have a particular fondness for the rocky pool which one drives alongside as they emerge from the eastern entrance into Vesperpool. The pool shimmers clearly, unobstructed by plantlife, with pale water flowers reaching out from the stillness.
If I could but type book, then I could bestow upon you, my good reader, with no end of fantastic dishes that pair well in a locale such as this. Ultimately it all comes down to if one is a determined hunter or a stubborn fisherman. Certainly it would have benefited me if I only had one or the other accompanying me on my own trip to the Vesperpool, for that would narrow down things to some degree.
However, while I do not often say this, I had the bad luck of setting off with both such men, and so cannot play favorites too much lest they see this article and claim blatant favoritism. So the readers of this fine series will get the rare pleasure of a double feature of recommendations for what meal to have while at Capitis.
A legendary herb-grilled whopper is for those who have a competitive fishing streak, or are traveling alongside one such angler. For as much as this mighty fish may fight while on the line, its taste is absolutely unparalleled. I have heard that everyone has their own preferred methods of cooking gar, but I personally would say that it needs no extra embellishments but to grill it. To include schier tumeric and leiden pepper is not to drown out the taste, yet rather that which helps brings out the best already present in the fish.
In contrast, paella de pollo makes fine use of chickatrice leg over saxham rice. I know that many people will claim that you can eat chickatrice leg raw, and I would not dispute them. Yet it seems such a shame to waste a wonderfully light meat such as it without treating it to a comfortable home amongst saxham rice. For those willing to brave the angered calls of the parents, fetching this meat fresh is an absolute must, and I promise the paella will be quite worth it.
Those two dishes are my final say on the matter. Any particularly frisky readers hoping to change my mind with rather salacious offers to prioritize one over the other will have to look elsewhere.
(Although speaking of salacious offers, Hunter HQ warns any visitors to Vesperpool to be wary of a likely daemonic woman on the west bank. Do not fall for any charms of hers. Strange women lying in ponds distributing kisses is no basis for a relationship.)
★★★★✩
ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
fishfearme: so first of all i have to say that whatever loser traveled with the reviewer who convinced him that chickatrice would be way better to eat for dinner sucks so bad. when you have actual vesper gar right there in front of you, what else are you supposed to do but get it grilled and eat it? like i'm not saying that chickatrice is BAD one of my fav dishes is chickatrice, but its gar! cmon! theres no actual competition here. i bet the reviewer's hunter friend knew that, deep in his heart. although, uh, can we go back to that "salacious" thing real quick? EDIT: oh right i got so caught up in grilled gar that i forgot to talk bout the fishing here. but the reviewer is spot on. you HAVE to get a vesper gar while you're in the area, there's no question about it. besides the taste, its just a really fantastic fish to reel in. although like bring TONS of line, they eat through that for breakfast lunch and dinner. but ALMOST nothing feels as satisfying as pulling a vesper gar in. but that's just an "almost". see, if you know anything about fishing, then you'll almost for sure heard about the liege of the lake that swims in those waters. i won't let slip any huge secrets or anything buuuuuuuuuuuut lets just say those rumors have some weight to them. itll take a really special kind of lure to make those dreams into reality however. honestly, may just take a super special kind of fisherman. oh right theres also some other great fish in here, like golden catfish, jade snakehead, phoenix bass, and some of the prettiest bluegill i think i've ever seen??? but lets be real we all know that you come to vesperpool for the vesper gar. ★★★★★
chocobro: there r bugs & scary daemon wmn. y is vesper like this. ★★✩✩✩
womenwantme: Honestly, a guy has to kind of wonder if maybe the fisherman that the reviewer knew decided on those so-called "salacious" offers to make the reviewer change his mind. It'd explain why he thought he had to give two recipe recommendations instead of sticking to the obvious answer. Anyone with a bit of money to drop can get chickatrice at places like Lestallum, sure, but there's a difference between stuff that's been shipped for who knows how long and stuff that's been butchered fresh. Chickatrice is one of those things where you can REALLY tell the difference. Besides, in order to get fresh Vesperpool chickatrice, you have to really put yourself out there and go trooping along those dirt paths winding through the hillsides, smacking away sahagin until you see those bright tell-tale feathers. It's worth stomping around in the mud for it. I'm not saying gar is bad, there's a lot to love about fishing in the early morning, shoulders brushing as you try to hook that perfect fish... But seriously. You just get more out of the whole process with chickatrice. ★★★★★