(08-14-2015, 04:20 PM)Dogberry Wrote: "Y'know, you're th'only one I've seen in this city that has a damned clue?" He said in his thick Lominsan accent. "Ain't jus th'city, whole world's like this. Worker gets nothin', not even th'fruit o' their labors. I been thinkin' it's time t'organize, m'self. We pull together, they can't bully us. Where're these meetin's?"

(08-15-2015, 12:09 AM)Dare Wrote: "I see where you are coming from." J'Keera spoke softly, dragging the cuff of her shirt against her cheek, wiping away some of the soot that stained it. "While it may be true that we ought to be free to our own destinies, there are... necessities, the Holy See provides.

"Food, soldiers, protection," She continued, extending a finger for each item she listed, "a guiding light to those who have none. Such is what Halone brings too, for it is her divine fury that brings warmth even to the most cold of places, and gives soldiers strength to drive back the Horde."

J'Keera then paused and listened to the Roegaydn that had approached, her frown returning. "Surely you are compensated somehow; not even Gil?" She pressed the man with the tilt of her head. "Methinks most cities would deem any labor to be deserving of Gil, at the very least."

(08-15-2015, 08:24 PM)McBeefâ„¢ Wrote: "Greetings Brother! For we are all Brothers and Sisters in this struggle." She waves her arms in a theatrical gesture. "Indeed the workers of this land give not only their labor, but their blood and lives in defence of it. All for the scraps of the Rich and Royal."

She grins, "Yes, Organize we shall! But..." She coughs, losing some of her confidence, "I have had some difficulty finding a landowner willing to rent me a room for the meetings." She exhales, "Something about heresy... though hopefully I will find one soon."

(08-15-2015, 07:26 PM)Intaki Wrote: "Ah, Klyn, I did not recognize you beneath their." She turns to briefly look back toward the crowd she had left, her frown deepening as a sigh escapes her lips. 'No trouble yet, and any that arises is of her own making." The blonde woman shakes her head, "I had high hopes for her return to the homeland; I truly believed that she was committed to doing good. But this..." She scoffs, "This is nothing but the same foolish nonsense she played at in Ul'dah. The greatest accomplishment she can hope for while pursuing this asinine line of action is to agitate those with far more pressing concerns to address." The dragoon lifts a hand and waggles a finger at the large woman beside her, "If she is lucky she will only be escorted out the Gates of Judgement."

(08-16-2015, 04:24 AM)Klinzahr Wrote:         Klynzahr cringes slightly as the familiar voice addresses her. "Gods above V'aleera, is it so bloody obvious?" She grumbles tensely, "I reckoned th'full visor would 'o hidden me a might better."

         Squinting at the distant croud in it's cloud of freshly printed propaganda, she continues in a straightforward manner "Yer not wrong though. 'Vangeline has a ponze o' imagination and a tonze o' impulsiveness  fer every onze o' common sense in her head. Given ten years she may o'mellowed enough ter change th'world, but today..." The bulky woman trails off, shaking her head.

         Without her customary thick spectacles, the distantly clustered audience was nothing more than a shifting blur, which blocked Evangeline herself from view. The muted colours of the menacing group across the square left them nearly indistinguishable from the overwhelming grey around them. Klynzahr's nearsighted gaze slipped their way only to snap back at the sound of a raised voice competing with Evangeline's.

".....an example... show true ....through agents of this world...."

The Roegadyn stood frozen, while her failing eyes struggled to distinguish the speaker.

".....snuff out a liar's tongue.... rob her of voice...."

"Hells dammit all." Klynzahr swore quietly, with a tangible note of fear under the coarse words "Trouble's not waitin' t'day."

(08-15-2015, 09:28 PM)Dogberry Wrote:

(08-15-2015, 08:24 PM)McBeefâ„¢ Wrote: "Greetings Brother! For we are all Brothers and Sisters in this struggle." She waves her arms in a theatrical gesture. "Indeed the workers of this land give not only their labor, but their blood and lives in defence of it. All for the scraps of the Rich and Royal."

She grins, "Yes, Organize we shall! But..." She coughs, losing some of her confidence, "I have had some difficulty finding a landowner willing to rent me a room for the meetings." She exhales, "Something about heresy... though hopefully I will find one soon."

"I can offer m'place," Dogberry said, scratching his bearded chin. He sounded unsure, as if embarrassed. "It's small, near to th'Brume. Can't host many people, but it can do as a start. How many members d'y'normally get?"

He offered the Elezen woman his hand.

"Come look me up sometime," He said. "Name's Bharfyst Elilstyrmsyn."

(08-15-2015, 09:28 PM)Dogberry Wrote: "I can offer m'place," Dogberry said, scratching his bearded chin. He sounded unsure, as if embarrassed. "It's small, near to th'Brume. Can't host many people, but it can do as a start. How many members d'y'normally get?"

He offered the Elezen woman his hand.

"Come look me up sometime," He said. "Name's Bharfyst Elilstyrmsyn."

(08-16-2015, 01:38 AM)DoomsdayClock Wrote: " Oh dear....the song bird doth sing till the axe man doth come for her head.." He muttered, loudly enough for the woman infront of him to hear. 
He was getting nervous, and rightly so. With each friendly reply Eva got, she gained far more in scowls and tension. As he noted the arrival of encroaching knights, the viper realized some form of hastly action would be needed. 
" fifty....fifty one....fifty two..fifty three.." he spoke out, county each knight as if additions to his grim taly. 
" And then there is the need to somehow get away...." he shook his head. No...none of that would work. But what would? Eyes grew wide at the realization. He knew what to do. He pressed a hand to the woman before him, the one speaking on Halone, upon her shoulder. And after it he strode past her, free hand drawing his knife from his belt. Loudly he would announce..
" Shall this be an example to her fury given flesh! Shall this show true to all present that the Twelve do act through agents of this world. Shall my blade snuff out a liars tongue , and rob her of voice and breathe forever more. " did Vairemont annouce as he approach both she and the Roe she spoke with. Derranged only barely described hus countenance.

(08-16-2015, 02:26 PM)LystAP Wrote: Aigiarn glances about the crowd and notes the increasingly hostile glances from all around. It feels all too dangerous to stick around, but her curiosity in regards of the well being of the near-insanely passionate Elezen continues to get the better of her thoughts. She had heard of recent agreements within the Forgotten Knight between the Temple Knights and the rumored revolutionaries in the Brume, but the Elezen’s display seems to be testing those to their limit. 

She watches Evangeline’s exchange with the Roegadyn and finally shouts: 

“What are you doing? Do you remember what they say happens to such dissidents in the city? They might throw you and everyone else here off the city walls to see if dragons try to catch us!”

(08-16-2015, 01:46 PM)Intaki Wrote: "All that given, it was not a terribly difficult ruse to see through."

 "She's hardly dull of mind, that woman. Ishgard is plagued by many burdens and ills, and as sharp a wit as she has she could be doing real work to aid in the efforts to relieve them. But no, instead she insists in wasting her time on this nonsense." Looking back to the crowd and narrowing her gaze as a fresh commotion seems to brew V'aleera remarks, "And it would seem this farce has yet to reach its full potential."

(08-17-2015, 11:25 PM)Xydane Wrote: Their greaves approached loudly under the sound of plate clashing with mail. Their black and crimson armor marked by agony and hate was showered with the recent spilling of gore from many things that used to breathe.

Their greaves approached loudly, crushing the snow that blanketed the streets of cobble and stone.

Oh, for now it has been a time since they had returned home and those who survived over the trying years of Ishgard welcomed them with open arms. In time; however, those who knew of their considerable reputation had also learned one disturbing difference. No one knew what happened to the knights whom once served the passed Inquisitor Maulcrioux during the initial Dravanian attack and though they were thought dead, the brothers had returned with a loathsome aurora that followed them wherever they tread.

This hour marked the brothers back from a successful hunt for the decapitated head of a wyvern swung to and fro, clenched under the sharp metal fingers of Marcus Vale. Held with a deathly grip by the younger brother was also a woolen sack of unknown contents that dripped many crimson drops onto the white snow, leaving a trail that distinct the Vale Brothers' return.

Those citizens whom knew of the brothers staggered back at their arrival for Marcus and Xydane Vale had entered the setting. Even those few of the assembled knights had not the slightest idea that the intensity of the scene was about to rise.

Forcing their way pass unknowing adventurers, travelers, and citizens of Ishgard, the knights came to a halt within some feet away from where the instigator stood. The wyvern's head was dropped onto the ground, forcing a sound that mixed flesh, stone, snow, and bone to be heard by all.

Their dreadful helms, forged with revulsion, stared coldly at Evangeline and those that surrounded her.

Slowly, he began to unsheathe his massive bloodied claymore and with a voice that sounded impassive, Marcus Vale "The Nightmare" spoke.

"Xydane, let those unaware know the fate of such, for a public execution for the heretics shall now... begin."

(08-18-2015, 01:59 PM)McBeef™ Wrote: Evangeline begins to step backwards, this was going wrong, and very quickly at that. 

"Thank you all for listening comrades! I must depart, but the struggle goes every onwards!" Without ceremony she steps backwards off the ledge behind her, vanishing from sight. The keen of sight would see a thin rope coiling down after her, as the Elezen falls down towards the Brume. 

Then, she is gone, the only remnant of her presence the pamphlets blowing in the breeze, and the commotion left in the square. 

Knights dash down the steps to follow her progress, and others mill around to detain and question those in the crowd.

(Sorry to cut this short, I was reading Les Misarables, so I couldn't resist! Feel free to keep going! I can NPC guards if needed)