Pointy-Eared Molly

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Indeed it is! It's been awhile since I've seen a game that will actually do that. I was sort of hoping to not only roll the character I have rping in here but others I've yet to fully develop.

An eager grin crossed the elezen's features, broad and pearly. Leaning into an incline she rested her chin upon an upturned palm and elbow upon the top of chair back. Emeralds narrowed to shards a moment as they maintained an unyielding stare. But then as her hand was completed dark lashes dropped to shade those emeralds as she looked down at the gilded cards. Pressing fingertips lightly to her pile she drew them closer to herself bending them slightly before lifting them. "We will indeed," she began in a tone cordial and promising of friendship. As lips parted to continue the casting of the line she paused. Pale brow twitching briefly in reaction to the mediocre hand staring up at her. Tone taking on the croon of curiosity she ventured,"How often do you, yourself, find a decent challenger within these walls? Seems more here are skilled in drink and little else..." Casting a few gil upon the table between them she raised her eyes to his own.

Awesome job! I really dig the book layout as well. Very cool. :cheer:

Pale brows twisted at the humor rained upon her by the filthy Hyurian. Jaw set tight as the man leaned to croon into her ear. Though she held her ground, not shrinking even from the scent of mold that filled her nostrils. Releasing a snort to clear the fouled air from her nose as the man stepped back her eyes drifted to the one in the corner. Any evident disappointment in slumped shoulder or down turned lips at not being give an excuse to send the rotting hound howling faded. Silk and lace. The picture the youth made in the shady corner made for a better goad. Old wealth or new? It mattered little. He was as much an insult as the one plying himself with liquor now. Though the promise of arrant pocket gil proved more preferable as targets go. Casting a few gil upon the counter top she slid from her place at the bar. Hushed words escaping her sun-darkened lips, "Done." Passing through the swaying and the ale soaked the pair of emeralds fixed into a slow study of the boy. Drifting down to the deck of cards shuffling noisily in pampered hands a smile found her lips once more. As she came to stand before the youth's table she turned a chair opposite him about in noisey drag. Dropping into a saddling she raised a hand to push down the violet cloth masking her face. "The laughing man taking to the tap says you aren't worth the challenge," she pauses to jerk a thumb at Rotter,"But I say different. You willing to play a round or are you too gorged on wealth already?"

Female, Elezen Duskwight to start! I might also experiment with a Sea Wolf, Roegadyn later though.

Careless rattle of crockery. With a faint twitch of long ears it was heard, but dismissed by the mind. Typical and inconsequential was it deemed. A small glass slid before her down-cast sight; a shinning nugget of amber. Sliding to one side the white-blond elezen took up a lean upon the bar with a bent elbow. Leaning heavy, she enjoyed the quiet respite even in the heart of the dull hum of the throng about her. Raising the small glass between pinched thumb and two of its closer mates she let pass a small deposit of the amber drink into waiting lips. Tanned features creased slightly upon the first drink of the evening as the gentle promise of intoxication shaded the corners of the mind. She set the glass back down. It was then with a churn of her stomach a belch assaulted her hearing. Very close, almost splattering an ear tip with spittle. Pale sand-hair shifted as the head turned sharply upon the loud thunk of blade in the meat of the counter. Emerald eyes up-turned now she regarded the Hyurian with immediate disgust twisting her features in the turn of her head. Rendered smooth once more the elezen's features turned calm as she listened to the man's words. Insulting. Presumptuous. Lashes coming down to hang as shades above two emeralds the woman looked to her drink. Splattered in a ring the lion's share of her small drink was. Staining the grains of wood dark, much like the Hyurian might if he persisted. Sun-stained lips turned down as a cool croon, the sound of a soft crashing wave that was her voice spoke deliberate,"You spilled my drink, Hyurian..." Shifting upon her lean emerald eyes raised to fix upon Rotter as a smile without obvious emotion crossed her lips,"I am not whore to any. Though you are right of one thing. I am a hire-sword." Turning in a roll, she allowed her back to rest against the bar. âAs for the request of my flesh upon yours, I would no more dirty a single, tiny digit,ââ to articulate her words she raised a single pointer finger,âupon flesh such as yours than take you up as a fleshy stool.â Pressing a standing position the elezen stood in close. Territorial and on the edge of patience. Though as hand twitched and wound about the curved hilt at her hip she almost seemed to welcome a chance at not being left alone. All must learn and let the teacher enjoy the lesson. âBut work, I have none. Though I wonder if you have anything worth the effort of listeningâ¦â

My computer's like...only a year old. I think. I really hope it's good enough for ffxiv. Computers become obsolete at the snap of a fingers and would really be disappointing as I'm getting excited about this game.

Hawker's Alley, Limsa Lominsa; A cry of shock and pain issued out of a youth's throat, swallowed and unheard by the din of Hawker's Alley just a few steps away. The light clink of a guildleve sounds against the cobblestone of the small side alley. Cold metal slides quietly across the mouth of a waiting sheath before the tall, femine form stoops to retrieve the happy-colored card. As the patron saint flashes its guileless smile skyward tanned lips carved their own more appreciative, yet conservative grin. As the youth falls from his own stoop upon his side to rock back and forth in a comforting fashion emerald eyes fix upon him. Heartless and cold. Flinching away from the starring of those two eyes the youth curled into a half-formed ball; only to fall haltingly out of it. "You ...have it now. . . go away!" the youth issued through pitful sobs and gasps. Relentless emerald stare kept hold of the youth a long moment. He was early to manhood but not that young. The beginnings of a beard shaded the youth's jaw. Yet here he lied as if he was much younger. Sun-stained lips finding a faint sneer the woman shook her head releasing in a cool sigh,"Be thankful, Hyurian. I broke a rib at best. Had you agreed to my terms you would have earned your own leve." Leaving the youth to stare after her the emerald eyed woman turned as if to make for the crowds of Hawker's Alley. A forced breath was taken in to the woman's throat as she sat, hesitant, between the quiet of the side alley and the cacophony without. A pair of leathern fingers rise to massage just below an ear. It had been awhile since she had to deal with so great a level of sound. The gasp of winds and the rustle of leaves had been her companions upon the road for some time now. She figured with a soft snort to her own thoughts the other races had it so much easier⦠Securing lavender cloth above mouth and nose in a light mask she then gathered the hem of worn, brown-clothed hood. Raising it she stepped out into the hustle and bustle of the Alley. The Drowning Wench Pushing the door open with a gentle creek the woman of emerald eyes stepped into the tavern. Casting a slow, passing glance about the place she turned her boots toward the bar. Tapping the counter with a closed fist she lowered her hood her pointed Elezen ears rising slightly; appreciative of the relative quiet within. As the tavernkeep shuffled before her, she simply nodded to a bottle and murmured,âA glass if you would.â