Those eyes saw me in an unnatural light; as they pierced me, I would always know that my thoughts were for her to see. Even within the dark recesses of our tent, I could see that luminescent yellow. Those haunting hues will always curse my dreams. Even as the light faded from her body and the sounds of the sky falling drowned out all else, streaking light across the thin hide of our shelter, she watched me with desperation until her final breath.
My fingers let heavy lids close, unable to bear the weight of her gaze any longer. In shaking hands, I donned her blade to the pale skin of her chest, giving her cold hands purchase to the hilt of the curved weapon. A warrior of the sands deserves to die with her station, and with a heavy heart, I took to the field once more.
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"You're still at it?" The sound of racking coughs breaks the scrawling of paper.
Golden hues look up, reflective in the dim lighting of a sole lantern. So the Black Lung will take him, after all. Relenting a sigh, the dim outline of the male stretches in his chair, only to set his work aside and push himself to stand. Of lean frame and pronounced ears, the Miqo'te takes up his light and lifts it to the worker's face, squinting as he regards the larger Hyur. "I appreciate your empathy, but you should be more concerned about your health than my foolish lamentations."
"I just think a stiff drink will help your worries more, Bhen." The dark expressions gives a smile stained with soot. "And you can't hold up in the Blackwater Mines forever; one of your men sent me."
I prefer to keep myself away from the public, so that they only see the best sides of me. You wouldn't understand; mining is your life. Rubbing calloused hands at his face, A'bhen nods towards his companion and relents to keep thoughts to himself. "Take the day off, Kal. I'm sure your wife misses you." You work yourself to death, fool.
The ascent towards the surface is a long one, long enough to give a man time to don a mask. As the vibrant rays of daylight blind him to the world, the boisterous sounds of arguing greet him. Two men, draped in his colors are exchanging verbal blows, only to grow silent at his approach. Stern eyes greet them, waiting patiently for the calamity to hit.
The first male, a sickly-looking Roegadyn, speaks timidly with an averting gaze. "Bhen, there's a  situation. Ul'dah... our -"
"The whore is causing a scene. I told you this would happen!" The Roegadyn to the other's left was much the same as his brother. Skin slickened with perspiration and filth, but twice as foolish.
Did she break your heart, you sick bastard? A'bhen's dark features contort to a scolding expression as he regards the two with little patience. "She is a paying client, Sygard, not a whore. If you are so desperate, take the good money I pay you and find a brothel."
His face twisting with rage, Sygard begins to bellow at the top of his lungs. "She's trying to stint you, Sir! Those damned spices she's meant to supply? She's demanding four times the amount, and the Immortal Flames may be brought into this madness!"Â
"We must have that delivery, you idiot! Give her what she wants, because what she is offering is priceless, given the context!" With knuckles baring down, the Miqo'te brushes past the two brothers, his expression darkly set as he stalks towards the hitching post. "Ride with me, the both of you, but if I hear a word of protest, I will have you on the streets."
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As the jewel of the sands looms in the distance, A'bhen's thoughts wander to the struggles of the past seasons. All I have worked for requires that the Blackwater Company be a hub for those who are uncomfortable selling their wares in services in the public light. If one damned spice seller brings my hard work to the Flames, it could set us back three steps before progressing one. Lost in his introspection, even as the brothers tended to the chocobo, the male descends the steps of the Emerald Avenue, intent on settling this debacle without causing a scene.
What greets him is the deafening screech of life threatened; a familiar call that brings his skin to a crawl and his eyes wary. A heavy crowd desperately attempts to disperse from the congested walkways and stalls of the district, their faces alight with worry as they forcefully push past one another. Gritting his teeth, the Miqo'te delves into the hostile masses, pushing his way, even as the nagging presence of danger lingers in the back of his mind.Â
The scrape of steel across flesh comes first. Slowing, A'bhen finally realizes that he's alone, and now he faces the grisly sights of death. A robed figure holds his client in a gloved hand, her hair tugged back as the wheezing of air gasps from below. The veiled features of the assailant seem to look directly at the male. No, you can't... A curved blade draws back slowly, bringing the female's struggles to a frantic pace. Her brown eyes roll into the back of her head as she twitches in the stranger's hold. Bowels slide across the cobble walkway, cascading from the gaping hole in her stomach, only to be thrown to the floor like discarded trash.Â
"You piece of shit!" Stepping forward without realizing it, A'bhen only stops at the sound of clashing steel behind him. The Immortal Flames are pushing their way through the crowd, desperately trying to reach the source. The robed murderer is long from the scene of carnage by the time he looks back, the dark texture of the fabric turning a corner, followed by the tip of the curved, bloodied blade. He couldn't bring himself to follow the assailant, his mind racing as the guardsmen surge past him, leaving a tragic day of harsh blows to sink into his mind.
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OOC: [This is the part where I break your immersion.]
This is an idea I've had in the works for a while. The simple premise of the Blackwater Company is to enact as a hub for underground dealings. Be it illegal, taboo, or otherwise, the general theme for the Free Company will be set around an ongoing story of this niche.Â
Currently, I'm looking to find some trustworthy officers who can help me maintain a level of serious roleplay and respectability.
Until things are really off the ground, I will be starting The Blackwater Company as a Linkshell. When interest grows, the RP will establish a Free Company.
Disclaimer: Content may be mature themed. Recruitment will be fairly stringent, to uphold the integrity and quality of the Roleplay.
If your Free Company is involved in less than legal activites, also come into contact with me for a welcomed cross-company experience. The Linkshell may eventually be used as a hub chat for many other companies under the same council [for lack of a better word].
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Information about me:Â
I'm a veteran Roleplayer, come to this game for a fresh experience. Having led large guilds on various titles, I am confident in my abilities to generate content for those who are interested.
Character: A'bhen Nunh
Feel free to whisper me in-game with questions. I am always open for a nice chat with the community.
My fingers let heavy lids close, unable to bear the weight of her gaze any longer. In shaking hands, I donned her blade to the pale skin of her chest, giving her cold hands purchase to the hilt of the curved weapon. A warrior of the sands deserves to die with her station, and with a heavy heart, I took to the field once more.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"You're still at it?" The sound of racking coughs breaks the scrawling of paper.
Golden hues look up, reflective in the dim lighting of a sole lantern. So the Black Lung will take him, after all. Relenting a sigh, the dim outline of the male stretches in his chair, only to set his work aside and push himself to stand. Of lean frame and pronounced ears, the Miqo'te takes up his light and lifts it to the worker's face, squinting as he regards the larger Hyur. "I appreciate your empathy, but you should be more concerned about your health than my foolish lamentations."
"I just think a stiff drink will help your worries more, Bhen." The dark expressions gives a smile stained with soot. "And you can't hold up in the Blackwater Mines forever; one of your men sent me."
I prefer to keep myself away from the public, so that they only see the best sides of me. You wouldn't understand; mining is your life. Rubbing calloused hands at his face, A'bhen nods towards his companion and relents to keep thoughts to himself. "Take the day off, Kal. I'm sure your wife misses you." You work yourself to death, fool.
The ascent towards the surface is a long one, long enough to give a man time to don a mask. As the vibrant rays of daylight blind him to the world, the boisterous sounds of arguing greet him. Two men, draped in his colors are exchanging verbal blows, only to grow silent at his approach. Stern eyes greet them, waiting patiently for the calamity to hit.
The first male, a sickly-looking Roegadyn, speaks timidly with an averting gaze. "Bhen, there's a  situation. Ul'dah... our -"
"The whore is causing a scene. I told you this would happen!" The Roegadyn to the other's left was much the same as his brother. Skin slickened with perspiration and filth, but twice as foolish.
Did she break your heart, you sick bastard? A'bhen's dark features contort to a scolding expression as he regards the two with little patience. "She is a paying client, Sygard, not a whore. If you are so desperate, take the good money I pay you and find a brothel."
His face twisting with rage, Sygard begins to bellow at the top of his lungs. "She's trying to stint you, Sir! Those damned spices she's meant to supply? She's demanding four times the amount, and the Immortal Flames may be brought into this madness!"Â
"We must have that delivery, you idiot! Give her what she wants, because what she is offering is priceless, given the context!" With knuckles baring down, the Miqo'te brushes past the two brothers, his expression darkly set as he stalks towards the hitching post. "Ride with me, the both of you, but if I hear a word of protest, I will have you on the streets."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As the jewel of the sands looms in the distance, A'bhen's thoughts wander to the struggles of the past seasons. All I have worked for requires that the Blackwater Company be a hub for those who are uncomfortable selling their wares in services in the public light. If one damned spice seller brings my hard work to the Flames, it could set us back three steps before progressing one. Lost in his introspection, even as the brothers tended to the chocobo, the male descends the steps of the Emerald Avenue, intent on settling this debacle without causing a scene.
What greets him is the deafening screech of life threatened; a familiar call that brings his skin to a crawl and his eyes wary. A heavy crowd desperately attempts to disperse from the congested walkways and stalls of the district, their faces alight with worry as they forcefully push past one another. Gritting his teeth, the Miqo'te delves into the hostile masses, pushing his way, even as the nagging presence of danger lingers in the back of his mind.Â
The scrape of steel across flesh comes first. Slowing, A'bhen finally realizes that he's alone, and now he faces the grisly sights of death. A robed figure holds his client in a gloved hand, her hair tugged back as the wheezing of air gasps from below. The veiled features of the assailant seem to look directly at the male. No, you can't... A curved blade draws back slowly, bringing the female's struggles to a frantic pace. Her brown eyes roll into the back of her head as she twitches in the stranger's hold. Bowels slide across the cobble walkway, cascading from the gaping hole in her stomach, only to be thrown to the floor like discarded trash.Â
"You piece of shit!" Stepping forward without realizing it, A'bhen only stops at the sound of clashing steel behind him. The Immortal Flames are pushing their way through the crowd, desperately trying to reach the source. The robed murderer is long from the scene of carnage by the time he looks back, the dark texture of the fabric turning a corner, followed by the tip of the curved, bloodied blade. He couldn't bring himself to follow the assailant, his mind racing as the guardsmen surge past him, leaving a tragic day of harsh blows to sink into his mind.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
OOC: [This is the part where I break your immersion.]
This is an idea I've had in the works for a while. The simple premise of the Blackwater Company is to enact as a hub for underground dealings. Be it illegal, taboo, or otherwise, the general theme for the Free Company will be set around an ongoing story of this niche.Â
Currently, I'm looking to find some trustworthy officers who can help me maintain a level of serious roleplay and respectability.
Until things are really off the ground, I will be starting The Blackwater Company as a Linkshell. When interest grows, the RP will establish a Free Company.
Disclaimer: Content may be mature themed. Recruitment will be fairly stringent, to uphold the integrity and quality of the Roleplay.
If your Free Company is involved in less than legal activites, also come into contact with me for a welcomed cross-company experience. The Linkshell may eventually be used as a hub chat for many other companies under the same council [for lack of a better word].
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Information about me:Â
I'm a veteran Roleplayer, come to this game for a fresh experience. Having led large guilds on various titles, I am confident in my abilities to generate content for those who are interested.
Character: A'bhen Nunh
Feel free to whisper me in-game with questions. I am always open for a nice chat with the community.
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Could make for some fun cross fc rping.
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