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Jancis · **09-16-2015, 11:40 PM**

Asmodean Gaidin looked over his shoulder at Ciel. "May I help you?"
Ciel Loradeux: You sit alone, isolated from the giant amalgamation of people just in front of us. Why is that, stranger?
Asmodean Gaidin: "I am not too keen of large crowds and being apart makes it far easier to keep an eye on the little one here."
Ciel Loradeux: I see, indeed it's a curse when so many people decide to sit around one another and gab their heads off, is it not? Personally I did not ever know Little Ala Mhigo was this popular.
Asmodean Gaidin bows. I'm Asmodean."
Ciel Loradeux: Indeed. Suffice to say, it shows the level in which Eorzea's recovering from it's recent and blighted past.
Ciel Loradeux looks towards Asmodean and extends a robed hand to handshake him. "I am Ciel Loradeux. And a pleasure Asmodean."
Ciel Loradeux: Though, I must profess, you remind me of someone in terms of appearance. A Hyurian warrior who perished during the flames of Bahamut's rage. Interestingly enough, if only your hair were darker.
Asmodean Gaidin reaches out and shakes Ciel's hand. "Very true...." Asmoden paused. "I have been told that a lot odd as it may sound."
Ciel Loradeux: Indeed you likely have.
Ciel Loradeux: In a sense, you're almost look like Thancred of the Scions, though I'd hope you not to be as...unbearable, as he is.
Asmodean Gaidin: "I'd say your the.... fifth person to say they had seen me or some like me..Â " Asmodean shakes his head. "I would never be like that... man."
Ciel Loradeux: Indeed! "Oh, I'm an Archon! However, I'm also feeble minded enough to allow Ascian possession." oh how blank my face went....
Asmodean Gaidin: "Well... I should be on my way. I wish you luck in whatever it is you search."
Ciel Loradeux: You are to depart already?
Asmodean Gaidin: "Ay... Need to feed the little one here before she starts biting random people."
Ciel Loradeux: What is it that she eats?
Ciel Loradeux motions to his multiple sacks and bags around his waist. "I may possess the herbs on me already."
Asmodean Gaidin: "Mostly fruit for now. Anything else and she just stares at me."
Ciel Loradeux: One moment.
Ciel Loradeux opens up the white pouch on his right side. Looking through it to pull out some apples he had collected in the Shroud. Taking two out and holding them to Asmodean. "These will suffice?"
Asmodean Gaidin takes the apples and nods." It will. My thanks Ciel." places one of the apples away and pulls out a knife to start cutting the first apple in small pieces.
Ciel Loradeux: Come, shall you accompany me to the surface? I wish to discern more about your appearance honestly. T'is a curio!

Jana Ridah wanders back over to Jancis.
Jancis Milburga perks up again at Jana returns.
Jana Ridah: Thank you for allowing me to speak. I wasn't sure how well it tied into the theme, but I've already been told it went well. So.
Jancis Milburga looks apologetic, "I believe everyone else is correct, or that I agree with them, Lady Ridah. It brought out a place of passion and emotion for you; I think it fit well. Dare say it means a lot to me that you offered to speak."
Jana Ridah: Thanks then, that's good. ...You're generous.
Jancis Milburga: "You are welcome. I would never have a chance to be so if you were not first."
Jana Ridah stammers a bit as she turns around. "Ah, that's um, kind of you to say. To me. I think. Have a good day, miss Jancis."
Jancis Milburga: "You as well, Lady Ridah. Be safe and well. Mayhaps we shall see each other again soon."
Jana Ridah: Maybe, I do find myself in the Mists more often lately. Good day...

Jana Ridah taps Leanne's shoulder!
Leanne Delphium: "Hmm...?"
Jana Ridah: Hey, you. Did you hear my story?
Leanne Delphium smiles gently. "Yes, I did. Was...interesting."
Jana Ridah: What'd you think? Come on, tell me you were touched by the... The stirring of the Destroyer in your heart!
Jana Ridah seems to be exaggerating her gloating, but she does give Leanne a genuine smile.
Leanne Delphium laughs awkwardly. "Aah. Yes...! You could say so.."
Jana Ridah: Ho-ho, maybe I have to become a bard now, and nurture my newfound talents!
Jana Ridah: -I'm kidding!
Leanne Delphium smirks and flicks her nose either way. "A few steps away from such, dummy."
Jana Ridah lets out a small yowl as she holds her nose. "Meany~ I think you're up, so I'm gonna get in the other line!"
Leanne Delphium tips her hat while sticking her tongue. "Aye aye. Don't be a stranger~"
Jana Ridah flicks the tip of Leanne's hat, moving it out of place just a bit as she turns to walk away.
Leanne Delphium chuckles while adjusting her headwear back into position.
Leanne Delphium smiles sheepishly, choosing not to bother Jancis. Rather, she elegantly tips her hat to the woman before making her way out.

Ryanti Veanysus stomped the heel of his foot upon the dirt in a rather annoying manner. "Late again.." he murmured underneath his breathe. "I swear that is all the luck I ever seem to posses.." He gingerly approached the group in front of him. "Pray pardon, but I hope the event went well?"
Jancis Milburga nods to Ryanti, "Forgive me, Pilgrim. The songs are over but there are blessings to be given still if you wish."
Barengar Armsbreaker flicks his gaze over in the direction of those receiving blessings, his lips pressed into o a thin line and an uncertain expression upon his face.
Ryanti Veanysus approached Barengar from behind, placing his hands upon his hips. "I didn't think you to be a religious man."
Barengar Armsbreaker grunts once as the familiar voice called out from behind, "I ain't." he answered without turning to face Ryanti.
Ryanti Veanysus folds his arms, raising an eyebrow briefly, before trying to match his gaze with Barengar's, curious at what he was looking at. "Then why are you here?"
Barengar Armsbreaker keeps his attention vaguely upon the gathering of those seeking blessings, another low grunt escaping the man as he finally glanced over to look at the miqo'te, "Why's it matter ta ya?" he asks with a quirked brow.
Ryanti Veanysus shrugged a little, knowing how the man he was speaking to could sometimes be a little private about his business. "Just curious. I'm not so religious myself, but I came here with the thought that maybe I could understand a little bit more. It seems a lot of people I knew value Rhaglr, and would stand in line to be blessed.. you think there's anything to that?"
Barengar Armsbreaker shrugged a single shoulder, shifting his attention away from Ryanti. His gaze lingered upon Jancis for a moment before returning to the Rhalgr stone, "That people are lookin' fer blessesin' or that they're lookin' fer 'em from Rhalgr?"
Ryanti Veanysus gazed upon the stone alone with Barengar, observing the attendant, and a woman dialoguing with him that he found to be very familiar. "Well.. both, I guess. Seeking wisdom from an immortal deity. Using faith as something to keep you going. The idea that whomever is watching over you.. all that."
Jancis Milburga: "Sir Armstrong stands alone if anyone has words to share with him, now is the time."

Maruud Alfayesh looks around "Crowd seems to have tapered off, if there was more here. I suppose we missed the bulk of it."
Worren Tigre: "Maybe it'll help ease my mind.Â You think, Maruud?"
Maruud Alfayesh: "There is no harm in trying Worren. Go ahead."
Saga Bearclaw: "Bah."
Saga Bearclaw spits to the side as she looks to Aedan. "I don't believe I've had the honor to meet you yet. I assume you are one of our people?"
Aedan Steelweaver chuckles low and offers his hand. "Depends on what ye mean by that. Name's Aedan an you are?"
Saga Bearclaw nods. "Saga. And I mean of Ala Mhigo. Most that remain here or come late are our own people."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Saga it is, then. An my family can trace back there but I'm not, no. Dunno if that makes me of the people or no then. What ya think?"
Saga Bearclaw shrugs. "Depends. You at least came to the ceremony. So that is something. My little sister was born in Ul'dah."
Aedan Steelweaver looks from Saga back to Adalhaid and nods. "Ah. Then no, I'd bet. Limsa's where I call home these days."
Saga Bearclaw chuckles. "Any who wishes to take back Ala Mhigo from the Garleans is a brother to me, no matter where they call home."
Aedan Steelweaver grins and claps Saga on the shoulder. "Well then, that settles that!"
Aedan Steelweaver: "I can't say I know much of it, but I'd like to learn. You an yer sister, are ye usually around Ul'dah?"
Maruud Alfayesh approaches Saga with a bow of the head "I did not expect you followed Rhalgr's teachings as well. You are from Ala Mhigo as well?"
Saga Bearclaw lets out an eye roll towards Jana before returning attention back to Aedan and Maruud. "She is more than I. I am a free paladin in service to all refugees."
Saga Bearclaw: "I am, yes. It was but shortly after my twelfth name day my home was taken from me."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Well then, I know who to ask when I wanna know more."
Maruud Alfayesh half grins "Ah...some fifty-three cycles ago, I was born there, but did not stay. I did not begin my path as a disciple until well into my early adulthood."
Saga Bearclaw nods. "My service to Rhalgr is but another extension of serving the people. Our will towards him, our hope is often what guides my blade."
Saga Bearclaw let out a chuckle. "But that's enough spiritual talk. I am certain to be drinking heartily tonight."
Maruud Alfayesh: "I grew up around Thanalan and mostly Ul'dah. It is an honor to finally meet more followers of the way. My master died in the goals after passing what he knew on to me. Seems kinship with other followers seemed to be right under my nose and I did not even realize."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Seems a proper way to celebrate."
Maruud Alfayesh: "How often are these ceremonies held?"
Saga Bearclaw: "Where you stand is the temple of our people and the destroyer. It may not appear as much, but to the devout, the fervor and prayer is a cathedral."
Aedan Steelweaver slowly looks around.
Maruud Alfayesh looks around after hearing Saga's statement "Seems just a good a temple as any to me."
Saga Bearclaw: "I of course will be here until the last pilgrims come. My little sister has the honor of being the last blesser here."
Saga Bearclaw: "Any who stays until she is done I will be glad to buy a round for."
Aedan Steelweaver turns to look back at the stone, nodding. "There's somethin to the place, to be sure."
Saga Bearclaw rubs her head. "Considering my bloody headache. It'll most likely be at my apartment. I keep a fully stocked bar with a good four stools."
Aedan Steelweaver: "I feel like I owe yer sister one for the blessin at least. Would be rude not to."
Saga Bearclaw nods. "The invitation of course goes out to you and my friend Worren."
Maruud Alfayesh hums a bit, "Then I will seek this blessing, once she has finished with my friend over there." He nods in Worren's direction.
Aedan Steelweaver: "I'll admit, was nervous bout comin, but I'm glad I did."
Saga Bearclaw let out a chuckle. "You came at a far easier time. It was much more busy earlier."
Saga Bearclaw: "If there were any more pilgrims, I feared the rock beneath us would have given."
Aedan Steelweaver laughs warmly at that. "Well, if this group was enough for blessin and questions alike, I can only imagine what the larger whole was like."
Saga Bearclaw: "Unfortunately not all were devout. Some came out of curiosity more than anything to judge the less fortunate of us."
Aedan Steelweaver scoffs, "Nothin better to do with their time? Sounds like a buncha shite to me."
Saga Bearclaw shrugs. "They're lucky I was restrained enough not to bearhug them on the spot."
Saga Bearclaw: "Can't spew shite if you can't breathe. Not out of your mouth at least."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Not that I'ma sage or anythin near devout myself but hrmph."
Aedan Steelweaver eyes Saga and laughs. "A bearhug to shut em up eh?"
Maruud Alfayesh chuckles "Becoming a sage would be a path lifelong. I'm not sure any of us are that devout. But I could be wrong."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Heh, I know I sure as hells ain't."
Saga Bearclaw lets out a stretch. "Sorry if I'm not one for much talking right now. Just waiting and I don't want to get too angry at a holy site."
Aedan Steelweaver: "S'alright. Lots ta think about. But humor me, what's got ya angry right now?"
Saga Bearclaw lets out a sigh. "Nothing important."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Well ya can't jus go bringin it up then brushin it off like that."
Aedan Steelweaver motions for her to go on.
Saga Bearclaw: "Mostly the poor 'pilgrims' that came and showed disrespect earlier. A few other small reasons. I need a drink."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Heh, I'll be sure to buy ya an extra round then."
Maruud Alfayesh: "It's a given I suppose. The refugees often feel there's little to be thankful for, and so they lash out."
Saga Bearclaw let out a laugh. "Maybe another night. We'll be drinking from my private stock tonight in my apartment."
Saga Bearclaw: "It was my little sister's big day, after all."
Saga Bearclaw: "Doubt I'd be much happier unless its her eternal bonding day."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Oh? Ya said a bar before. But ain't gonna be picky."
Flameson Hammersmith: "Course the fucker isnae 'ere.Â Figures."
Flameson Hammersmith grunts, moving off with a smoke trail rolling in his wake.
Aedan Steelweaver nods, turning to look over at Adalhaid. "She's good at what she does."
Saga Bearclaw: "Don't tell her that. And I'd rather not make my headache worse."
Saga Bearclaw: "Thus my apartment works better."
Aedan Steelweaver smirks confidently at Saga Bearclaw.
Aedan Steelweaver: "Well then, since it's yer place, I'll try not to trash it much."
Aedan Steelweaver stretches.
Maruud Alfayesh scratches the back of his head. "Ale might work in the short term for headaches, but a find a good shisha pipe and a strong cup of coffee is good for what ails you."
Saga Bearclaw scratches her head. "Feel kind of bad overhearing Worren's little blessing."
Maruud Alfayesh: "Ah, it'll do him good."
Aedan Steelweaver nods to Maruud. "Not a bad idea, that."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Well, if yer feelin that bad, plenty more space around here. We can move a bit."
Maruud Alfayesh chuckles a little waving a hand a bit "I've plans to open a lounge in future. Time permitting. Till then, work is tantamount to that goal."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Yeah? Well least ya got a goal. Heh, once you do you lemme know. I'll come by there."
Saga Bearclaw: "I'll drink you out of business."
Maruud Alfayesh: "My father owned an estate in the Goblet some years ago. After the housing boom and the new laws concerning people from Ul'dah owning land there. The place was of course, bought out."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Course."
Maruud Alfayesh: "I'll be sure to ship in triple the amount of ale then."
Aedan Steelweaver: "An rum, don't forget to bring plenty of that for folks like me that roll through."
Aedan Steelweaver nods sagely.
Saga Bearclaw: "Or some good rectified spirits."
Saga Bearclaw: "Good for cleaning too."
Maruud Alfayesh: "If it is within my power, then I will make that so."
Maruud Alfayesh: "Quite ambitious, but I am not getting any younger. When I am no longer able to fight, whenever that may be. I am more than comfortable to provide leisure to those who seek it."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Well there ya go, plenty of ideas jus from the two of us."
Saga Bearclaw looks behind over her mention, noticing the blessing was over. "You getting a blessing too, pardon what was your name again?" She said to the roe, having forgotten.
Adalhaid Rask: "We can join her and your friend now, should you want to."
Maruud Alfayesh nods between Saga and Aedan "Indeed. I will have to query friend and associates alike for ideas as well. Though I do haveÂ a broad spectrum of what I want to do."
Worren Tigre is unsure if he should give a hand shake or what, so he just gives an awkward bow.Â "...thanks.Â I'll see you later then."
Saga Bearclaw punches her open palm in gesture. "Worren, you want to come to the celebration I'm hosting tonight at my apartment?"
Aedan Steelweaver offers a nod to Worren as he approaches.
Worren Tigre: "House warming party?"
Saga Bearclaw: "Oh no. Just a poorly planned surprise party for my little sister."
Saga Bearclaw: "Not much of a surprise anymore though."
Saga Bearclaw: "I'm bad at surprises."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Won't be much of one now, yeah."
Aedan Steelweaver grins sidelong at Saga.
Saga Bearclaw: "She will be surprised though."
Worren Tigre: "I'll see you there."
Saga Bearclaw gestures intimidatingly at her sister.
Worren Tigre: "Maybe have a giant cake with a naked man jumping out of it?Â That'd be quite the surprise for her."
Maruud Alfayesh places his open palm in his fist at his side, extends both in front of him in a clandestine bow, and nods his head "I have business I'll need to attend to shortly." He nods to Worren, Adalhaid and the others. "I will try to attend any future ceremonies."
Saga Bearclaw: "Hope to see you there."
Aedan Steelweaver: "Was good talkin with ya if nothin else."
Maruud Alfayesh drops his hands to his side. Not before patting Worren on the shoulder "I will see you soon. Take care friend."
Worren Tigre: "I'll be in touch."
Maruud Alfayesh turns on his heel and walks off, giving a small wave as he does.
Worren Tigre: "Good luck."
Saga Bearclaw: "Oi little sister, see you at our apartment."
Saga Bearclaw: "Don't be too late."
Adalhaid Rask: "Mm? Ah, I'll be along in a moment."
Adalhaid Rask: "I won't be, I promise."
Aedan Steelweaver gives a nod. "Guess I'll be seein yall there."
Worren Tigre: "I'll need to go get changed before the party."
Aedan Steelweaver looks to himself then back to Worren. "Mm...mebbe not a bad idea."

Jancis Milburga: "Sir Armstrong is of the same mind. That the return to a home will be with more people and stronger than before. Can only wonder if we will see it with our own eyes here, or if Thal's grace will let us see what the trade our payments have been upon the other side of the thread."
Jancis Milburga takes a slow breath, "Either way, I am very blessed to be here and grow a new understanding; a better one."

And so the cavern cleared out in Little Ala Mhigo, the regular bustle soon to return. Thank you for an amazing experience.

Celebration of the Destroyer

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