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RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - LandStander - 12-30-2013
A loud explosion causes the building to rumble. Pebbles fall from the ceiling and land onto Dennthota's body as she lay on her bed with her arm's casually on her chest. A huge grin appears on her face as the prison erupts into panic. The sound of the footsteps of guards as they rush through the hall echo throughout the jail cells.Â
And then another explosion, this one slightly closer than the last. The large roegadyn woman casually sits up out of her bed and looks towards the bars and that is when she spotted her. The roegadyn who looked very similar to her, wearing one of the Flames outfits.Â
"Ah, so I trust the gil was enough then? Lets hurry up and do this. My ass is starting to cramp from being locked in this cell."
The mysterious woman opens up the jail cell and the two start to get undressed. Dennthota trades in her dingy prison clothes for a freshly cleaned Immortal Flames outfit.Â
"Bye, love."
Denn blows a kiss to the woman as she settles comfortable into the space once occupied by Dennthota. Denn casually slips out through the chaos and into freedom's open arms. A blue haired hyur and a large green eye'd roegadyn wave at her and she smiles brightly at them before running in their direction, making her great escape.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Sophia_Grave - 12-30-2013
Sophia turned the corner into an alley narrow enough not to catch any light from the large moon that hung in the sky. Not a moment later, two silhouettes followed, the second one leading the first in an awkward, arm-locked shuffle.
"He followed you out of the Sands, jus' like you said 'e would," said the second man, a Miqo'te, as he pushed the first forward between Sophia and himself. The first man, a Hyur, cradled his arm; Sophia only barely caught the glint of blood reflect off his soaked sleeve. The Hyuran raised his head, breathing as hard as he could given the thick cloth wrapped around his mouth.Â
The Miqo'te kicked him down onto his knees. "He's alone, but I'm sure we could get somethin' out of 'im if we had some time."
The man gave a wince at that, Sophia noticed. "No," she answered. "You've done your part. Leave us."
Disappointed, the Miqo'te backed out the alley, wordless.
Sophia dropped to one knee as well, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "If you've been watching, then I can only guess you've figured out who I am."
The man's brow lowered and his eyes narrowed.
"Despite what you might think, we aren't evil. I take no pleasure in doing this, but as long as you continue to resist more blood will be spilled." Sophia gave his shoulder a gentle stroke. "We're here to help you, really."
At that, the man shook violently to free himself from her touch. Not accounting for how weakened he was, the man ended on his side in a slump, breathing heavier still. Sophia pulled her hand away and sighed.Â
"For what its worth, I have a great admiration for this place," she said, cradling the man's head in her lap. "but I have a job to do." Taking the knife at her side, she slid it into his heart. His hand went up to grab hers, but it only fell within the next moment as his body tensed, then fell limp.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - C'kayah Polaali - 12-31-2013
The room was spacious, with sunlight streaming through large rectangular windows and a faint scent of myrrh. Fine furniture in exotic woods, all built to a lalafell's diminutive size, clustered here and there. C'kayah stood at the center of the room, watching as a young miqo'te woman carried his prize to a canopied day bed. He didn't remember the woman from their last meeting, which he took to be a good sign. Babajon Jajajon did nothing unintentionally. That he would engage such a woman showed that he had researched C'kayah's tastes.
The dark curtains of the day bed's canopy parted and a small hand took the box. Babajon's voice was thin, yet carried throughout the room.
"You had no trouble getting this?", the lalafell asked.
"None worth reporting", C'kayah replied from where he stood. The canopy fell closed, leaving the room in silence. C'kayah waited, his eyes wandering. The slim woman stood submissively, head bowed, tail curled decorously around one lean leg. The book shelves, he noted, carried a few new volumes. An instructively erotic tapestry showed young lalafell men wrestling and indulging in Menphinistic sport, also a new addition and entirely in character. As Babajon had researched C'kayah, so had the miqo'te studied Babajon.
A faint sound of wood sliding against wood hissed from behind the canopy. A tiny giggle followed. "I see you took my instructions most literally", Babajon said. "Twelve gold rings of Sil'dahn design, an Ishgardian seal for official documents, and the smallest finger of Tuturikku Gogorikku, my greatest enemy and my saddest loss."
C'kayah chuckled and hazarded a response. "The cemetary keepers near Drybone had taken good care of him", he said. "The tomb was well-sealed, and the body in fine shape for one three years gone."
"Do not speak of those who are your betters!", Babajon snapped angrily. C'kayah cursed inwardly, hoping he had not risked too much familiarity with the lalafell. His fear proved unfounded, however, as the voice continued. "Yet, you have done well. I accept your apology and your penance. Your period of expiation is over, your Ul'dahn privileges are restored."
C'kayah smiled to himself. It had been over ten years since a younger Babajon Jajajon had informed him that his ham handed attempts to steal a comfortable life for himself had attracted the ire of the Syndicate families. Now, a decade older and undoubtably wiser, his skills fully developed and matured, he would not waste this rare second chance.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Knight Kat - 01-01-2014
“Kweh!â€
“So that is what the whistle does!†Kiht exclaimed as she examined the instrument, and the chocobo that had just approached her soon after she blew it.
The chocobo stood before Kiht; it was young one, but certainly not a chick. It had a saddle on it which meant that it had been trained and domesticated. However, there were no banners, markings or flags on the bird to indicate who it belonged to. Obviously, to whoever lost the whistle.
Kiht looked back to the chocobo with the whistle still held in her fingers. “I am not your master...â€
“Wark!â€
“Just because I found this whistle does not mean I have to suddenly become your master as if it were ordained by the fates.â€
“Beep!â€
“It is not like this is some kind of fantasy tale that might be told to children every dawn. I do not need another mouth to worry about feeding.â€
“Woheehaw!â€
“Gods you make a lot of annoying sounds! Quit bothering me.†Kiht then threw the whistle past the chocobo in an attempt to make it chase the object. The chocobo's head followed the whistle as it flew by, but the bird's body did not move from the spot. When the whistle crashed into a bush, the chocobo turned its head back to Kiht. “Kweh!â€
“Ha! You are out of new sounds to make! Now be gone; I hate birds!†Kiht waved her hand dismissively.
“Kweeeehhhh...â€
“Changing the way you make the sound does not make it a different sound! But it was a good effort, you idiotic creature.â€
“Wohee!â€
“Hmmmm, very wel- wait a... You just made half a sound that you had already made before, did you not?
“..............â€
“Well, go and spit it out then! You are not fooling me.â€
“Haw!â€
“I thought as such.†Kiht put her hands on her hips and knit her brows at the big bird. “Now what have you?â€
The chocobo bent its knees, and lowered itself closer to the ground. It then motioned its head towards the saddle on its back.
“How do you even exist? You are a kind of loud, flightless, bright yellow birds with the cleverness of Ground Squirrels. You should have been extinct long ago.†Kiht lectured with crossed arms, and a disapproving scowl.
The chocobo simply motioned its head towards the saddle again.
“The ONLY reason I would take to your saddle is if I was desperately in need of a mount. I currently am not.â€
Suddenly, a pack of six Shroud Wolves crashed through the nearby brush. They began barking, growling and snarling with the fur on their emaciated forms standing on end. Their toothed maws were foaming and drooling.
Kiht and the chocobo had obviously made too much noise; thus, attracting unwanted attention. She stood motionless for a brief moment; locked in a cross-armed posture, but her expression changed to one of shock.
“Kweh kweh?†The chocobo motioned towards its saddle once more.
The gods have a vicious sense of humor, and Kiht seemed to be a frequent target of it. She then darted to the chocobo.
Kiht held onto the saddle for dear life at first. The chocobo was running and navigating the terrain with ease as it bound through brush, across clearings and around rocks and trees. The wolves were left in the dust.
Despite fluctuating elevations, the chocobo hardly slowed. With the wind blowing through Kiht's hair, her feelings of fear were washed away as she quickly got caught up in the thrill of the ride.
“Whoo! You run like the wind, bird!â€
From that moment on, Kiht's faithful chocobo would be known as Windrunner.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Illira - 01-06-2014
Burned Cypress hugged her bare, red-hued knees, looking out on the rough encampment that she had sat herself down in all those weeks ago. She had stayed too long, felt as if she were almost a part of the landscape. It would be easy to simply fade into the cracked desert around her, so unlike the white capped mountains and dark, cavernous burrows of her home. Where else was there to go? The semi-permanent setup had been erected right outside the great stone Ul’dahn walls, was a sort of limbo. While many that were here found themselves frustrated and angry that they were stuck here, she found within it, a small piece of comfort. As though if she stayed here long enough, she would not have to face her failure once more. In limbo, it was one’s duty to simply wait, there was nothing that could be done.
Tucking her head now, letting the side of it rest down onto her knees, the roegadyn watched a mother try to round together her fluffy-tailed children for a scrappy meal of porridge. Cypress knew that she could not stay forever. Aiswys was right, she had created an empty space by abandoning her post, and it must be refilled, though it was not her fault that she could no longer fulfill the purpouse that she had inherited and upheld for so long.
Perhaps it was time to leave this purgatory. There was nothing to learn here, she would have seen it after all this time if there was something. Time keeps ticking by, it is the way of things, and by sitting she was wasting the little time that she was granted by Althyk upon this world.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Naunet - 01-08-2014
It took more thought and effort than an observer might imagine to pick a few fruits.
Filtered light dappled brown skin as thickly gloved hands pushed through thick nests of branches and leaves, ignoring the occasional scrape of wood on flesh. A tuneless hum sounded oddly hollow behind the plain, featureless mask the man wore, its blank face and empty eyes hiding away all form of expression and leaving only fiery red furred ears and tail with which to communicate.
Not that there was anyone around to talk to; no one save the forest, and the masked miqo'te did not think the Shroud appreciated their conversations.
Still, sometimes he liked to tease it, "Don't mind me, friend. Nothing here but us bushes and trees and... ahah!" One hand patted the twisted bush comfortingly while the other pulled back with an oblong, yellow-green object cupped in its palm. The masked angled down to the fruit as his hand turned it about. "Not one worm! A new record." The bush seemed to shiver with pride, or anger, or maybe that was the wind. With the Shroud, it was hard to tell, unless one had a Hearer.
Dirt and sweat-smeared shoulders shrugged in a stretch as the man arched is bare back and let out a great, heaving sigh. Calloused toes curled into the thick litter beneath his feet, and he allowed himself a moment to relish the soothing coolness just below the surface before directing his attention inward. He noted the stiffness in his spine as he moved, and the way the Shroud's air felt heavy in his lungs. A strange, numbing ache persisted in one thigh. Humming to himself once more, the masked miqo'te tucked the fruit into a mostly empty bag slung at one hip and returned his attention to the bush.
Muscled arms once more reached past branch and leaf, but the gestures were more deliberate now, less searching and more simply... feeling. The shrub shuddered and a faint smell reached his nose of something impossibly old and earthy, but the miqo'te did not fear. The mask and the gloves would hide him for this.
When his hands wrapped around another fruit, something pulsed through the leaves, rattling them into a chaotic music. He felt warmth through the gloves and the ancient scent grew stronger, sharper. Then in a careful gesture, he pulled the fruit from its stem and leaned back. In that instant, the shrub fell still but the warmth he'd felt lingered in the palms of his hands before traveling up his arms to settle into spine, lung, leg.
Red ears cocked lopsidedly. "Thank ya kindly," he muttered and dropped this fruit in alongside its partner in his bag. "I'll be moving along now, so don't worry. Now..." Blue eyes peered around at the dense forest through the round, dark holes of his mask.
"Who's next?"
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - synaesthetic - 01-09-2014
Arcane fire wreathed the blackened, wrought-mythril head of the aetheric focus. A deep violet glow began to emanate from the crystal within the stylized shooting star. Thought became action, became a manipulation of aetheric potential. Action became reality and a tremendous explosion rocked the desert as a bright pulse of intense, white-hot aetherial power condensed and expanded outward.
The miqo'te opened her eyes to witness the destruction she had wrought. Fully half a dozen figures lay motionless upon the ground, their features and garments blackened beyond recognition. The sand beneath their bodies had glassed, melting beneath the intensely energetic aetherial manifestation. The cool evening air battled the residual heat, rising in distorted waves from the blast radius.
Aeriyn Ashley blinked and glanced at the staff in her right hand. Thanalan hadn't changed much since she had left, two years previous. The bandits were still fools who would attack anyone not wearing rags. The miqo'te slung her staff across her shoulders and made her way back to the old Allagan road.
She wasn't far from the city now--Ul'dah loomed in the distance, a shining beacon of wealth, intrigue... and more misery than either. Aeriyn had left the city of her rebirth three years after the Calamity. It still looked exactly the same, though perhaps there were more shanty towns cropping up around the city walls.
"This is not a homecoming," she muttered, seemingly to no one at all.
"It's not," a soft, lyrical voice agreed. "It's more important than that."
"Rinah," Aeriyn said, the miqo'te's ears flattening slightly. "You followed me here?"
A soft, golden glow emanated from behind and Aeriyn's violet eyes narrowed as a tiny winged form floated into her vision. The newcomer was perhaps only slightly taller than the length of Aeriyn's forearm. The fairy's body practically glowed with aether, leaving slowly-fading motes of golden light wherever she went, her vividly-colored wings fluttering rapidly.
"Had to," Rinah said, flitting across to land lightly on Aeriyn's left shoulder. "We're in this together, you and I."
"You should have stayed in Limsa. It's not safe for you here," Aeriyn objected.
"It's not safe for you here, either," Rinah pointed out. "This is very likely to be dangerous for you, Aeri. You have a much better chance of surviving if I'm with you."
"Even if it kills you? You've been cut off from the flow of aether. If you die--"
"I know," Rinah cut her off. "It doesn't change anything. If you die, I'll never be able to find out what happened to me. I have a good reason to risk it."
"I'm not completely convinced I can help you," Aeriyn said. "I'm not an evoker."
"You've practiced. You've been studying the processes I've shown you. There are better arcanists, Aeri, but I trust you far more than I trust them. You know how it feels to be cut off, adrift. You saved my life, such as it is, and I'm going to protect yours."
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Trigonxv - 01-24-2014
A member of the syndicate relaxes in his lofty estate within Ul'Dah. He is simply drinking the finest wine and crunching some numbers on a quiet night, He but for some reason he is unnerved. Its too quiet in his estate no matter how skillful the guards he hired are he should at the least be able to hear them move about, but before he can investigate the matter the door opens and he hears a cold unfamiliar voice.
"This is going to be a very simple deal you and I have, I know who you are and the kind of connections you have so there is no need for us to play any games...you listen or you die its simple". While the voice shrouded in darkness spoke in a cold matter the syndicate member was rightfully terrified, he was in a situation where death was assured upon refusal he then anxiously asked
"What do you want me to do"
The voice replied "A number of things but for now every now and then I need you to make certain crystal depot's 'understaffed', ill send you messages regarding which depots and on what day"
The syndicate member replied "I can do it but eventually both the guard and syndicate will find it suspicious, when they do it will only be a matter of time before I am found out" he said with a shake in his voice and sweat running down his face.
The voice said with a slight laugh "Then you better do a good job so you are not found out... unless you wish to lose your life I advise you take orders from me"
The syndicate members mind is in a panic and only out of survival he says only one word "yes"
The voice says "Good I will be in touch, Oh and I apologize but your estate has gotten slightly messy due to your guards incompetence do make sure to clean up."
The door opens and then closes, the syndicate member now stands there surrounded by darkness and silence something he feels he will have to get use too if we wishes to live.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - FreelanceWizard - 02-23-2014
((*licks thread, sticks to top of forum*
If anyone from Gilgamesh would like to start something similar, I'll be happy to sticky it, too.
))
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Naunet - 02-24-2014
((Thanks for the sticky!
 Celebratory snippet.))***
"I can't wear that - it's far too expensive!"
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"No, Ulanan, I can't possibly expect you to--oh here, what about this?"
...
"Don't look at me like that. It's... simple. The purple is alright, isn't it...? Not too tacky? It's not as though I need to dress for a party or something. Aah, in fact, no. No, no, no. I don't need this at all. Really, the clothes D'hein has lent me are more than enough."
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"... is it that bad? The smell?"
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"I... well... Oh alright. But I refuse anything more than this! And I'll... make certain to repay you. As soon as I find employment again..."
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"I know, I know. I just... want to lead a good example for Airos and..." A sigh. "Alright, I'm ready."
...
"I do hope she returns soon."
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Kage - 02-26-2014
Kage ran through unfamiliar territory, trying to commit to muscle memory how to use sword and shield. It was different; the weight of the armor he wore and the weight of the weapons he carried in his hands. These were not the goldsmith tools his father used nor were they like the staves that his mother tried so hard to make him adore. The heavy armor was not the soft weight of the robes he used to wear, but it was starting to feel strangely comforting.
"One day... One day I hope to be ready." He said out loud, casting his gaze around himself. He found a group of Sandworms starting to swarm around a lone figure and a yellow feathered beast, a chocobo! As Kage squinted his eyes, he could see that the figure turned out to be a female thaumaturge, trying to run away while trying to fend the sandworms of with some Fire.
Kage drew his sword and shield, before he provoked and lobbed his shield at one of the sandworms closest to her. As he threw himself into the fray, he flashed the sandworms several times and retrieved the shield he threw. "I'll hold them here! Just try to help cover me a tiny-"
The lalafell stopped as he saw that she was running away, happy to leave him. "OOMPH!" He had to turn his attention back to the group of sandworms, whose ire and attention he had drawn, as he was knocked into the air and crashed into the chocobo that was left behind. He looked into the chocobo's eyes and got right back to his feet before engaging the sandworms, giving it all he got.
"Augh!" Kage fell to his butt and then flopped onto his back, after he finally downed the last of the sandworms. He hurt now and he was sure it would hurt tomorrow. He closed his eyes wiping sweat off his forehead before he noticed that it was a little cooler than before.
"Wark!"
Kage opened his eyes, straight into the eyes of the chocobo that was left behind. "What, you didn't follow her?"
"Kweh!"
Kage scrambled to his feet, stepping on something rather hard under his feet. "Ow!" He bent down and lifted his foot to see what he had stepped on. It was a whistle.
"Wark!"
Kage turned to look into the chocobo's eyes. The whistle laid ontop of an open palm before he closed his fist around it. "You might want to keep onto this, my feathered friend." He moved to put it in the chocobo's bags that were attached to its saddle but it turned so that he couldn't.
"Wark!"
"What, why won't you take it?" The chocobo stared down at Kage as the lalafell's eyebrows furrowed. He scratched at his goatee, not understanding what was going on.
"Kweh!"
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Kage - 03-18-2014
The small Lalafell winced as he removed the equipment off his left arm and shoulder. He rolled his left shoulder several times before stopping. He clenched his left hand into a fist. Open. Close. Open. Close.
It had been several days since Kage had fought with the female Roegadyn, Dennthota Ahtahrmwyn, and even more days since he had been in the mission gone awry with Natalie, Roen, and C'kayah. Both times he had taken hard hits to his shoulder, his shield arm. Without his armor that chaotic day against the smugglers-who-turned-out-not-to-be, Kage hurt his shoulder as he had been knocked down by the dangerous one with the lance. But who would be concerned about it when Roen was hurt? Certainly not him. He was and always more concerned about his friends, was Roen not one? So of course he did not may any attention to it.
His slightly armored form against Denn did not fare any better considering the hard kick he had to absorb from the fight. Nor did being thrown into the air and crashing onto her head with his shield. Kage groaned and shook his head, rubbing his shoulder to work away at the soreness he felt gnawing away at it.
Kage had just taken the Trial of Loyalty. He was going to have to wait on the results to see if his dream and aspirations would come true. He would pass, he was sure of it. That meant he needed to get this shoulder fixed. He needed to not be a liability.
"I guess it's time to seek out a friend..."
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Miria - 03-18-2014
Exhaling slowly, the cool breeze from the water of Costa del Sol took Miria's breath away, stealing her words as she spoke softly to herself...
"No more...needin' to hide. No more needin' to be afraid of wha' I am, no holdin' it back."
Her tone somber, and sweet as she smiled watching the sun sink down into the horizon. Raising her hand, palm up she begins to hum a soft tone. A tiny flame begins to spark in her hand, dancing, and swaying along with the tune she humming happily to herself. Seeming at peace humming, and watching the dancing flame she was unaware of her little Fawn sneaking up behind her, in his curious manner.
He nuzzled his nose against her leg gently, and she jumped. Not expecting it to be her Fawn, she quickly tossed the flame at him, as it hit him. He yelped, and squealed in pain and fear...Only to have Miria panic, and quickly scoop him up into her arms, as her eyes welled up with tears.
"S-Shhh...I-I...am sorry.." She'd softly say in a worried tone, looking where the flame burned off bits of his fur, as she ran down into the water, going to sit, holding him in his lap.
"No' goin' to sleep...No' tonight.." She'd murmur to herself, cradling her pet, giving him a smile. "It aint tha' bad..J-Jus' a few lil' spots." The Fawn looked up to her, and if only he could smile he would.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Melodia - 03-18-2014
It had been many moons since Rurutani had his run-in with his elder brother Nonotano outside of Ul'dah. He had, at times, thought back to that terrible day and it would bring tears to his eyes, but he would then lose himself to the hunt of beasts and would push the memories deep within his mind.
But his ventures back into Thanalan of late have brought the troubling memories back to the fore. He had fired the arrow into his brother and the arrow had hit home.....right? Surely it had hit him in the chest as he had planned when he fired.
He started to wonder.
He remembered seeing him fall off the cliffs and was certain (was he?) that the arrow had hit its mark. Nonotano was dead. So why the doubts?
Then it dawned on him....he had never checked for the body.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Kage - 03-25-2014
The lalafell walked to the counter, depressed and worried. It was just a few days ago that he had seen his female Midlander friend, Roen, complete her Trial of Courage administered by Natalie. If he was honest, Kage was completely impressed and awed by Roen's performance. Could he compete? Roen was so much more experienced than him, she definitely deserved to be Sultansworn. He had been confident and was sure of himself, but the long days since his Trial of Loyalty made Kage falter.
Then he got the news from Natalie. He had failed. He had failed Ser Anelia's trial. He failed.
But Kage was worried. Not about the trial, no not that. He was sure that if he stayed true to what he believed, it would work out in the end. He would be Sultansworn. But he wasn't worried about that. Kage had not seen Roen since the end of her trial, when they both said they wanted to buy each other a congratulatory drink for completing all three trials.
Did Roen pass? Kage was sure that if he had not passed, surely she had. But why had she not shown at the Quicksand after they had agreed? He hoped that she had been too tired and instead decided to rest, as Natalie said.
Roen wasn't in trouble... right? Was she hurt from the botched chaos? What had been troubling her recently?
Kage pinched his brow and decided that it was time to do what he usually did when he started to worry about his friends.
"I'll have a large tankard of ale please," He said. "I'll leave that tab open for now."
Kage proceeded to take a long swig of the ale.