Asyria

Now, how much nunchuks could a nun chuck if a nun could chuck nunchuks?

Here's to hoping Canada doesn't jump in!

My Miqo'te will have a secret identity but not a gender-bending one. The way I'll go about it is very simple ICly... I'll have her wear a mask, change her voice, and change her smell (yay perfume). How I'll do it OOC is even more simple... I'll rely on people not metagaming. If they do anyway I'll pretty much do as Keir suggested, though I'm not likely to ignore it. I'll either say OOC "You're not supposed to know that, she's in disguise!" Or I'll have the character deny it IC. Probably both.

You can do 8 guildleves... you can still grind a bit, gather, craft, RP.... if you can do all of that during the hours you dedicated to the game within 48 hours, you either dedicated a LOT of time to the game or do those really really fast. Or maybe you have no interest in crafting or gathering, in which case, yes, it kinda sucks.

Come to think of it, my phone is more like front left.. to my direct left is a wall. Hmmm....

Excellent idea, which SE should have made themselves, as I said a few times. ^^; I haven't been in the market wards in some time, though... and, to be honest, this should be something the whole Besaid server decides or else we'll be the only ones doing it whatever way we decide to do it, and, being a minority, it's not gonna help a whole lot. Maybe mention this idea on Eorzepedia or Core?

Try a brick. ^^

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In short, our characters are Adventurers in a world where it's safe to assume that people are generally in better physical shape than most people are in the real world. Add to that the physical particularities of each race and it's not even realistic to compare them with us, anymore.

My phone...? O_O I have 2 swords and a dagger in my room and I must use my phone? Guess I can call some friends, at least. ^^;

I dare you to tickle that gobbue!

So Block is an active command? Interesting.. Thought it would be a passive chance to block attacks.

Suggestion! Rather than add the starting city letter after the name, maybe split them by starting city, with an "Undefined" category?

Well, I'm just saying... From what that guy said in the interview it seems as if he wants us to contact them. Not trying will certainly not result in success, either way.

Kain? Pfffffffffft. Sure he was cool but... Me wants Rydia. I also approve more Celes.

((Part 1 is mostly OOC knowledge, though anyone who grew up in Ul'dah -may- know some of this. Please ask in PM before assuming, however! I left all names out on purpose, just in case.)) ((Part 2 however, is strictly OOC for all parties, apart from Balthazar's Favor members.)) PART I In the darkening streets of a not-so-safe corner of Ul'dah, concerned mothers were calling out for their children to come back in the safety of their homes. Kids of various races had been playing outside in the early evening, enjoying the couple of hours that were comfortably nested between the hot days and the cold nights of the desert. Some of the children hurried inside, scared by their moms about monsters prowling the nights, while others whined, complained and begged for more playtime. In truth, the streets would still be safe for some time before the city's nightlife would truly settle in, and even then, few were cruel enough to hurt children, but it is in a parent's nature to worry about their flesh and blood. One of the kids was different however. Her family had moved in recently, still not quite used to the dangers of Ul'dah's nights, and more importantly, they were nocturnal. While the mother forced herself to mingle with the crowd to sell her husband's wares on the market while customers were up, the father thrived at night in his workshop and their children likewise slept while the sun was up. And so, every evening, when the other children were asked to come inside, one blue-haired Miqo'te went outside eagerly, asking for other kids to play with her. Some gave her weird looks, some called her a night monster in typical childish cruelty, and others simply said they were sorry but they couldn't. And so, Azy was stuck with no one but her little sister to play with... again! Before long, the two sisters pleaded with their parents to let them play with the other kids, to wake them up sooner and, knowing children needed to socialize with other kids their age, the parents agreed. At first the two were thrilled, but they soon found out that this wasn't as much fun as they imagined. Azyria in particular, while she was the eldest, found herself the target of bullies who wanted her to "crawl back in her hole". Her younger sister, had more of a temperament, taking more after their mother, and often had to defend them both. This all didn't help with making friends. Until one day. The girls were in their teenage years then, still mostly loners, though they had managed to make a few friends. By this time however, some of the other teenagers were slowly being recruited into gangs, either by elder siblings, or by 'recruiters' looking for new blood. One of these recruiters, a Roegadyn youth, came along with two Hyur pals to look for some potential in Azy's neighborhood. One of Azyria's few friends happened to be a Roegadyn himself. Strong-looking but actually a bit of a pushover, not unlike Azyria herself. The thug came up to the Roegadyn youth and started talking, in a friendly manner at first, but soon enough their intentions became clear and the big young man was rather intimidated. All he ever wanted was to take up his father's apron and become a chef, a life of crime was really far from what he wanted, no matter the riches involved. Azyria's sister soon noticed what was going on and tried to intervene, telling the thugs to shut up and spread their propaganda elsewhere, only to be backhanded angrily. The Roegadyn youth tried to defend her but despite his natural strength, he was no fighter, especially not against one of his own race who had some brawling experience. All the while, Azyria had been watching the scene, like paralyzed. When her friend was knocked down, her gaze moved up and she saw the full moon in the night sky, about to be obscured by clouds. Her eyes started looking about and she saw that few lights were lit in the street. She took note of a dropped walking stick, a long one, perhaps belonging to an Elezen. With her sister still shouting at the thugs and one of them moving toward her, the others two moving toward their Roegadyn friend, none was paying the silent scaredy cat much attention. Instincts took over. She darted for the walking stick, using it to smash down the nearest lantern., She took a pebble and threw it at the next closest one, also making it fall, and its light all but useless on the ground. The moon was hidden behind the clouds. She could still see perfectly well. They could not. It was over rather quickly. Wielding her walking stick like a spear, she thrust it first in the Roegadyn thug's plexus, forcing the air out of his lungs. Another hit on his temple, swinging the stick around this time, knocked his lights out. The two Hyurs barely see more than two glowing pale golden orbs, Azyria's dark blue fur almost unnoticeable in the darknesss of the now-moonless night. One of them earned himself a kick in the crotch for getting too close, and the other ran off, terrified. To her sister, who could of course see as well as she could, Azyria put her index finger to her lips, silently asking her to keep it down. Together, they cared for their friends, brought him back to his own, and went to their own. That night, they talked. About what had happened. but not about what was going to happen. Azyria decided that this would be her secret and that she would not burden her little sister with it. Though she convinced her sister that she didn't know what exactly happened and that she never wanted to have to fight again, she had already decided that it was time for her to grow up and be the protective one. PART II Crouching atop a building near Ul'dah's Mining Guild, a masked Miqo'te was waiting for her prey. An honest miner in the late hours of the day, Azyria had heard about some illegal businesses, something about one of the hired girls being sold to a crime lord to pay for the debts she made and had trouble paying back. She didn't envy them their lives but the girls were nice and fun and none of them deserved the kind of life they would get if this transaction came about. She'd have to ask the girl how she got into that kind of trouble in order tor really solve the problem but for now... There. That Lalafell, with the fancy hat and the big bodyguards. That could only be him. A Seeker Miqo'te coming out hesitantly only confirmed her suspicions. To wait and ambush, or to strike now? Azyria felt impatient tonight. She wanted to actually enjoy her night. Not that she didn't enjoy a fight, but there were less hazardous way to enjoy one's time. She lept. Landing right behind those men, she ran the first one through with her spear, the bloodied tip stopping inches from the poor girl's nose. She ran right back inside screaming. With a sharp tug, Azyrie pulled her spear right back out and the man fell down with a thud. The other one had time to draw out his sword, of course and he lunged at the masked lancer, making a dent in her mask as she barely lept back out of range. Too close... Focus, girl! She retaliated with a sweeping movement of her spear, aiming for the man's legs and he fell on his back, the tip of Azyria's spear on his throat before he could get back up. Their Lalafell boss, of course, was nowhere to be found. Her pale golden eyes ablaze with fury, she looked down on the thug and spoke quickly "Tell your boss, the Blue Moon always rises." And then she was off as well. She didn't go after the Lalafell crime lord, but rather ran and lept for the roofs, to make her way to one of her hideouts, from where she could make sure they weren't coming back. This "intervention" had not gone so well. And it was just about to get worse. On the floor of her hideout, she found a note, with a mysterious seal in which the letters 'BF' could be recognized in a rather stylized way. She opened it carefully, dreading to read that her secret has been discovered. She was both relieved and really annoyed by what she found. "Well, shite..."

*Prepares*

Oh right. Nevermind, then. ^^;

As been brought up in other threads, this happens every 10 levels. Or Ranks. I think it was related to Class Ranks.

Real question time, then! Not from my character, who has her own answers to that question, but from an unnamed NPC (helps with the anonymity, doesn't it?). It's also a point that's been brought up elsewhere and which I think would be interesting to see in that Health Column. "How can a nocturnal person to adapt to the day life of the big city, without risking insomnia and related problems?" - A concerned Keeper of the Moon

Except to her pride.

You get ranks in Sentinel? What's a Sentinel?

I need to work on some fancy catchphrases or something... But yeah, I'm not super-impressed with the starting clothes look either. All the more reasons to have Weaver friends! Or Armorer, I guess.

I have a question: How is it anonymous if we post them here?