Eras ago, a powerful aetherial weapon was shattered into countless pieces by a band of heroes. To prevent it from ever being remade and wielded, a spell was cast over the shards of the weapon; each would travel through the aether to find sanctuary within the body of a soul who would act as its host and guardian until their dying day.
Cliffperch, the home of the branded, has seen many a lost soul come into it's warded halls. A haven for those hunted by forces they do not understand. Over the years, The Aeon Mercenary Free Company has been one of the longest standing covens of branded in Eorzea, or so Aeon has been told.
So many have left. So many have vanished without a trace, never to be seen again. Here we stand against the likes of the Entudenin, without a leader and without direction. Are we truly alone?
Despite our success, many of us are new to these halls. We know not it's secrets or what it might ask if it could. We only know we have each other. Is that all we truly know for certain? What lurks in the unknown caverns of the link? What awaits even just within Cliffperch's foundation? We know that there are hunters, there couldn't possibly be more to this whole branded thing, right? Right?
Watch the shadows, my friends...