So I finally put the last 600 or so JPs into Oboro for the, "Mysterious Weapon."
The mofo even let me augment my relics now! The wiki said I couldn't til I set foot in Dyna D, but I still haven't set foot in Dyna D.
Ragnarok at R8 so far. I am a poor. Maybe I shouldn't have bought Moonbow Necklace.
Either way, with all of my JP grinding for Relic augmentation unlock done, I finally can JP guilt free on other jobs.
So I went to work on RDM which was sitting at 205 JP. I looked it over with the gearsets I have. Full Malignance and then Jhakri +2 and Ayanmao +2 and a buncha weird accessories, and it's still probably garbage. Either way, it has enough accuracy with the Riverfin Soup I so love making, to go fight Apex Poxhounds... Except I forgot that Sylvie changes her bubbles depending on your job, so I had to realign trust setup.
They go down fine and painless, but it takes forever and a day. My TP set with full Malignance and /nin and capped dual wield from gear can kinda self SC some, but Sword's Self SC options are kinda terrible if you ask me. At least with just Naegling. I do have Excalibur for better times, but I'm right on the edge of the accuracy needed as is.
So I went back to Dho Gates or whatever one is the green one with water and blackstone that's kinda pretty. Started grinding bats because no desire to cast Dispel on Crabs or Pugils. Trusts can actually hit them pretty easily, so brought out Ayame and made Light off her Kashas with NaeglBling's Savages. Got a pretty good groove going, still not feeling so good cause no campaign going for CP.
This PLD bumps into me and sends me a tell, "Hey I'm gonna cleave here, wanna join?" I said, sure why not?
So I follow this PLD, and he's cleaning the back room, and I got in on helping even though my Aeolian Edge set isn't particularly amazing. Sped his cleaves up enough that he had to wait on Sentinel cooldown. Over the next 40 or so minutes got up from 27 JP to 100 JP. Pretty sweet!
The amount of grinding needed still overwhelms me. I think it's insane that I devoted like the first half of this year almost to just JP grinding on Mastered WAR, and the result of finishing the grind for the REMA grind equates to ML32 with 210k buffer (ish, I definitely died between grind sessions in places with loss). And from what I understand from the infamous graph, ML45 is half way total exemplar points wise. Absolute insanity!
Like it's no wonder so many people are multi-boxing. You don't just get better buffs than trusts, you get more leniency with losing fights and the ability to grind multiple jobs on this insane grind at once, so it feels a little better.
In non-FFXI news, my copy of Dragon Warrior 3 HD2D remake arrived in the mail. I decided to make a party with my wife's username for stuff as my first party member and Vyre as the hero. There's a Facebook personality quiz at the start, and you come across this dying dude in a desert and he's imploring for his little brother to take what water they have left and make it out of the desert without him. You walk up to help, but your help is Yes or No to what the kid should do, not, you know, picking the guy up and actually helping them out. I felt terrible cause I told this kid to pick his brother up, that the kid clearly could not move, and soldier on. I thought the, "Do the right thing" options were gonna lead to me actually helping because it was prefaced as, "A test of my character."
Not a big fan of that. For the rest of the party I used my wife and mine's real names and made a Goof-off and a Pilgrim. I refuse to acknowledge the relocalized names of those classes (Priest for Pilgrim isn't bad, but Gadabout is just stupid). (My wife is the Pilgrim)
Didn't get to play much before I came to work. Not bringing my Switch to work, because even though there's a buncha down time, a Switch is very easily stolen, and I don't have time to put it up/hide it every time I have to help a guest.
Thinking about doing a concurrent playthrough on the NES version via emulator since I do bring my laptop to work, because my work lowkey requires it (even though they'd never admit it even under pain of death).
Blugh