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Salad for Goobue!!! With a feather hat garnish. http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/Onienigma/FinalXIV%20screenshots/a2ffaca6-7028-46f0-93c8-75a46397bc4d_zps97385ba4.png?t=1406669277[/img] More importantly, possibly the best Macro I've run into.

The second of August... so my August will remain the first! Anyway, my interest is peaked and I need something to do. If my move goes well I should be settled in before the evening of the first so I'll be more than happy to come along on the second. If it's full well I'll let others have it.

Maybe just may be, the last bump. Maybe I'll get the hint.

August Lansborough's name came from a different character I made which never got used, and I loved the name. His appearance won out when I made a character for every race, because normally I did not intend human as playing a human normally seems boring to me. Despite our rich and amazing history. The FF version is a man who smiles and acts cheerily upon meeting you, belying not quite a sinister nature, but sinister teachings. He has never had a home, but never considered himself homeless. The world has always just been the world and he believes in individual will, or existentialism. He has a love of stories and is willing to listen to anything anyone has to say for the most part. August is a character who I made to have a dark nature and past that is not grand, but he wants to overcome it. The character was an antagonist for another RP I joined because they needed one, so I suppose August still has some of it. Never knowing a father of my own, and having had some negative figures in my life August antagonizes his father for his past. Blaming him for much of his troubles. Since I lost my mother some years ago August is also without. Though for him it's a matter of not knowing her, though he lacks any intent or care of ever learning the truth of it. I like to think the best way to learn is to listen or be there, and there is nothing wrong with doing something a little crazy if the reward is worth it. The reward usually something interesting rather than material, so it's August's thing. August is a BARD now though originally he wasn't. A couple of misunderstandings and some tests has lead me to a slightly lore touchy version of BARD for him. But I'll just test it and see what happens and if I don't like it I'll scrap it. August was not my beta design and when he was first made when I bought the game a few months ago, I didn't know who or what he was so his personality changed a a lot and eventually it helped form his past and why he acts in a way that would hopefully be favorable to another. Though when he notices, he does his best to put such manners down because I can't say I'm a fan of it all of the time and it just suits him to not want to be that way. Part of August's plot in FF is similar to his plot from the original story he was born, creating a former friend plot seeking revenge and a dead sister element and level or aristocracy you wouldn't expect. Even now he is touch and go as I don't get to RP as much as I'd like. I'm not the best at forming bonds so I guess that reflects on him. Oh yes, I just remembered, elements of his character are based on the short stories: "Before Gwen", and another I can no longer recall... damn it. EDIT: He is a bard because my friend who I joined the game with wanted to be a WHM. And I only got this game for RP and to play with them so I ended up going Archer in there because it was not my usual choice. It worked out wonderfully.

I rewrote the front page bump, there is a lot less reading and it's far more straight to the point. Hi everybody.

Thanks for the bump. Well I wasn't against the idea of expanding it so I changed it up above but I'm thinking of making the post more cohesive with less reading to maybe get more interest.

Yeah, another unfortunate bump. Hope everyone is doing well.

"Prostrate before Great King Chocothur!" Failure to do so may result in fat chocobo being dropped on your head.

I'm open to street entertainment. I'd be willing to make it a whole traveling service and show if people wanted it. Dancing, magic shows, extraordinary abilities and acts. If someone wants to bring something to the table then yes. I'd be more than happy to expand into street entertainment and other forms.

This is really just a bump post. To see if maybe it might catch interested eyes at this hour.

Well, welcome to Balmung when you show up. There's plenty of RP to find and I hope you find what you're looking for. Also, don't get discouraged by jerks, it happens. Plenty of people are willing to help. Hell give August Lansborough a buzz if you see him/me. I'd be more than happy to pester/rp with you. Rp is exactly why I joined this game and Balmung has no scarcity of it.

]]Rewrite[[ Have you ever wanted to be renown through all of Eorzea for something other than toting an axe, or weaving a powerful sphere of flame. Well hopefully this could be stepping stone. Origin for the idea Walking by Mih Khetto's Amphitheater I felt bad that it sees no use. I had a similar idea in another MMO, but Balmung is much more suited to it I think. The name for the group is based on FF9, you might have recognized it. ICly August Lansborough wants to form a group of traveling performers. This includes street performances, and shows to riveting stories to be played out upon the state and within the world. You need not be a performer, perhaps you just have a talent or skill you'd like to put to use. Good at making magical ministrations with potions, master of a dance of blade and fire. There is nothing holding you back. There is more to the group than performers. Bodyguards will be necessary, an accountant, playwrights and other roles. We'll likely start small, no one gets big over night. OOCly I am not a player with hordes of gil, or amazing skills to use to craft. I've only been playing for four months now. So payment will have to remain a part of the story process. I do hope that in and out of the troupe players form dynamic and interesting relationships. Perhaps you and the couerl tamer dislike one another? OR whatever happens. I intend to hold events, rehearsals, but the main event should only happen once a month at first so that it doesn't take too much from people's other game times. If it's too often, it's work and not play. Theater, if it can be properly implemented will likely be plays that can be performed in 10 to 30 minutes as this will limit player activity the most and we don't want to keep them. Could be fun though.

I'm not sure if it's another name for Somnus but a friend of mine mentioned drug called "Dream Ink" I think. It's supposed to be an intense hallucinogenic. There is a plot going on with it among some players, sort of hidden in the background. I don't know much about it myself but I'm sure someone else will. Take note, I believe that is a player created drug concept, perhaps taken from Somnus and expanded upon. But people, some people, do know it's existence.

Admittedly, I have been in an RPing slump and for a time thanks to some distress with real life, and a previously poor experience with an MMO that is somewhat recent I was letting OOC get in the way of in game. I was desperate for some RP, and ended up ruining some other RP. This is a habit I'm seeking to destroy, as I believe OOC has no place in IC. I decided it was best to pull away, to soothe my issues and then try to RP again. I haven't been on in a couple of weeks and even thought of quitting the game because if I wasn't having fun, what was the point? So... I can understand that someone wants to RP, but to seek only romance, and become OOC and even obsessive has no purpose. Crazy people ICly are fun, but I understand your concerns and rather than being you, have border-lined the other side, though I'm not seeking romance. So from being a borderline other side player I have to say you're probably doing the best you can by avoiding them, but you might want to blacklist the person if they are this much of a problem as well. Hiding might not answer the problem, if they're the type that is willing to wait. There is no point in ruining your game over someone who is being a nuisance. It's a game and most people will just be text or avatars in the end, so you might want to cut out the problem as soon as you can. No point if you're not having fun. I won't give up, but while I'll be respectful and rectify myself and the problem, he/she might not do the same.

Ah I went to a ball on TERA once. It didn't have a cool murder mystery but it was a masquerade so we all acted like we didn't know each other. The people holding it even had a dj station for everyone to tune into. I think this sounds like a lot of fun. If you go through with it, it's certain to make you quite a few contacts as well as a worthwhile memory I'm sure.

Anyone else get a flashback to their first time playing Resident Evil? Eudalie: "A-August? Are you hungry?" August: "Braiiins!"

I know what you mean. It's going to sound like I'm bragging, though, so I'm gonna spoiler it. Move along, people. Rank 8 with 9 members, or 9 active members. Jeez. That's impressive. Lone wolves can get far I see. Anyway, I'm not too worried about it. You ever plan on adding real players to the FC? You know, more lone wolves. Like a big lone wolf pack where you can all just look at each other and say: "I got this, alone!" "No I work alone." "I do, move it!" "I'm the lone wolf here!" Then it's just a mess, a beautiful mess.

So... now I need to be MORE social and join an FC to get access to ways to make this game more fun. I know this is an MMO and I love RPing but some of us are not as friendly and open to joining people as everyone is. Anyway, people I know say gathering, melding, and doing soul binding and selling good materia is a good way to make money. Gathering and crafting being the most easily controlled form. Other than that... playing tanks and healers for popular and worthy dungeons seems to be the best method as those are the least replaceable roles. P.S. A friend of mine made 20k or more quickly thanks to crafting, melding and gathering, and that was within an hour or two of her being on, even more cash as she worked longer. I know some people who get decent things from MAPS too. So... yeah, but I'm not sure I have the time to commit to all that as much as I'd like. Work an all, as many of you endure. P.S. Some of us RPers also just aren't ready to let our characters join ICly as well.

[The page is crinkled, thunderbolts tear across the parchment with half of it torn free, as though the owner had intended to remove this entry upon it’s completion. Clearly he changed his mind.] The second sun of the Fourth Astral Moon Dear Diary, Looking back my friend, you are simply a book of stories thus far. My last chapter, seemed like the ravings of a child. Of course, a man like me, sitting behind a mask and thin strips of honesty woven among lies- I realize I seek to become someone apart from who I was raised to be. It has been some time since we’ve spoken dear, but there is much to speak of. A trip to the beach ended as abruptly as it came, though not without Aaron making a ridiculous request of wishing to be addressed as a king. Some companions thought assistance combing the icy tower of the stone vigil. Dragons, no matter how many you vanquish another chooses to take it’s place. Like roaches, hiding in the cracks and crevices just waiting for their chance to get at the nectar. I had intended to remain with them, I did, but as of late I kept brief company and chose to answer a very old question. A question, which was simple, and possessed a simple answer. I felt my heart ease at the revelation, though I cannot help but wonder if I am letting the concerns of others begin to affect me. I sensed I interrupted something at this particular meeting. Distance suddenly seemed like the most satisfactory remedy. But I still inquired as to a Eudalie’s healer touch. It did not soften the pain inside me, the strange disconnection from aether. The surge that ruined my ability to use magic effectively. I could feel it there, so close yet just out of my grasp. A breath you could not steal, a thirst you could not quench. But that is exactly why I have been attempting various methods of releasing the cork upon my essence. I’m actually pleased to report a few days of simply mingling among companions. Though I returned to the Mi’qote manor seeking a man who may or may not have an answer to a man I’m seeking. Alas no one was home, and I later found I had stumbled upon the clan leader when I left the manor, something that acted as a grand source of amusement when I discovered this. It’s strange, this urge to go back to places you know you aren’t welcome. Perhaps it is another side effect of my father’s teachings. Still, I have questions that I wish answered, and the ill will of others has rarely halted my attempts. Days later, mingling with acquaintances, I drugged Aaron. He became maniacal and made a scene in the bar before punching me and chasing Deverell, all the while I was trying to aid some shy girl who I’d mistaken for a tavern guard. Before I knew it I could hear screaming, and Aaron was fighting with Deverell. I missed most of it, and could not shift blame onto myself but I know I will drug Aaron again. It seems he used to be a pirate, which means little to me but he blamed Deverell for my plan, my concoction and my actions. This makes me realize just how attached they are, or detached I am if I cannot even be blamed for what I’ve done. Aaron is a fool for misguiding his fury, and I am for daring to use my left overs for amusement. Still, I did not realize my level of distance until this. To not even be worthy of another’s scorn, like a child ignored by their father. I am grateful to not know siblings, if they may have suffered in congruence to this situation. Sorry dear, I focused on the negative. Prior to all this I had Aaron screaming in the tavern, saying he was a single black woman and making quite the scene. A Roegadyn joined us and they danced merrily as I clapped for them. In the end, I could not truly speak to the girl, and I seemed too distant from the group to care to stay for long. It is tonight that I truly wish to speak to you about. I met with Q, or K as he corrected me. A young Mi’qote who has been through quite a bit. Like the man who was supposed to be my mentor he spent time among the sylph and speaks like them. He has a disharmony which makes it so Aethernet travel makes him ill and gives him seizures. He weaves music from ink in the air and strums the luminous chords. K hides what he means in his words, but he is not dishonest. Still, there was no reason to imply that I knew what he spoke of. His face turns bright red whenever he had something he isn’t sure he wants to say. Mi’qote wear their feelings quite openly it seems, and though this young one claims to have accidentally summoned Titan with one of his experiments, he seems to seek more. His attempt to cure himself is also him attempting to make himself into a weapon with temporary inks upon his body. Those that use magic want so much… I’d be happy just to have my magic working. But it proved intriguing. Perhaps it’s time I seek to will myself farther.

So I wasn't going to do this. Then scrolled the forum twice, then thought "Eh, not worth it." Alas, childish desire and whimsy, as well as "Why the hell not" kicked in and August the puppy was sorta born. You know you'd let him lick your face. Anyone else hear: "Ain't nothing but a hound dog" As well as Oscar from "Oliver & Company" Even gave him puppy side burns. The Tramp to your Lady. Any more references? Hound Dog

I don't have an RPC yet but I'm sure I'd be just as bad. Mylene Wharf has a really nice tumblr for her character. Honestly, I'll be excited when I get it all up, but at the same time dread the work. Well I have my journal until then.

The twenty-fifth sun of the Third Umbral Moon Dear Diary, I’m not sure how to explain this one. In short time I’ve managed to upset two pregnant women, and turn a whole clan of keepers against me. The shining grace in this entry is Rivienne’s tale, it’s been some time since I told you of her plan for her legacy. But… to the beginning. Avalyn, you remember her don’t you? I’ve been searching for an ex-lover of hers, but it’s been more difficult than I’d hoped. So, I found her again, glimpsing as a book of charcoal drawings she herself had done. She’s quite talented, and I was able to see a few faces she knew, including the one of the man who gave her child. But he wasn’t the one I was looking for, and to be honest, she’d very nearly ended my search. Avalyn had spoken to an old friend I think, someone who knew Corbec and told her of his despair and how without her he has become a recluse, or gone mad. I’m not sure, if they really should have been together or not, for the man seems unwilling to rectify this distance. I still wish to see it through if I can, I don’t like not finding someone, but such weakness in a man, it inspires curiosity and disappointment. So we focused on Avalyn, and this is where my first mistake began. My father taught me a great deal of ways to ‘handle’ people. When you’re but a boy, some prefer manners, others chivalry, and even more find confident, flirtatious young men charming. But I was but a boy then, and my antics were endearing to women. Taunting Avalyn, though I’d like to believe I wasn’t rude about it, had upset her when she’d turned too red and I’d revealed I was simply gauging her limit on proximity. She took to insult, and got up to leave. I knew then that I really didn’t remember how to handle people, or perhaps my father’s ways had been incorrect. Maybe I didn’t mature enough, but it’s all I knew. Perhaps, I will never do my old friends justice. I followed her, wholly apologetic and trying to explain myself. I meant no harm, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t wrong I suppose. I’m trying to write this from the view of the outsider, but… I don’t understand why my actions had such effect over her. She forgave me, to my relief and we walked, farther and farther out of Gridania and to a cave where she said she spent much of her youth. She told me of her mother, of not having a father and how she had ended up where she was. I’m not sure meeting a father is always good, if you think of mine, and hers refused to even acknowledge her and her mother, apparently he had a real family. I attempted to simply listen and ask here and there, understanding a little more how she had fallen for the first man she did, and was now with his child. He bit her here apparently, he liked to bite her. I think her child might be void-touched as well. But, as of right now it was no concern of mine. Avalyn wants a man in her life, but she can do better than me. I have never been in one place for long, like many, and it’s clear my understanding of humanity is limited. Still, I offered her my arm and returned her to the inn, where a Mi’qote claiming to be a bodyguard addressed her. She spoke to him,so they knew one another, and despite my warning not to keep her up late, he ignored me. Looking back, I wonder if I have any tact with Mi’qote. A day or two later I met Rivienne again, surprisingly enough in The Roost just as I had with Avalyn. I did not think I would be frequenting this forest. She wanted to speak to me, according to a letter she had sent, but upon seeing her I began to state that it was strange to see her without Thaarus, ‘a matching pair’ as of late, when the man showed up. They were quickly upon one another, with sweet nothings and affection. It made me happy to see her, but I felt like I couldn’t speak to Rivienne as I once had. We spoke for a bit, the three of us, of what I can’t recall. Eudalie arrived, I greeted her warmly, just as a drunken man strode forward and spilled his drink onto Rivienne’s lap purposely. Needless to say she and Thaarus were furious in tandem. It didn’t take long to make the man back down, but I was thoroughly amused. More so than I should have been, of course Thaarus and Rivienne took to my comment of disrobing and washing the garment together and alone without pleasure. I wonder, am I relying on this persona too much? While they cooed over one another I spoke to Eudalie until I heard a man speak of Odin, and the armor he had obtained from him was dropped with a mender. So of course, I dragged Eudalie over and started speaking to the Mi’qote whom I called ‘Black Cat’. He didn’t like company, but it didn’t dissuade me and soon I had the entire entourage around him, making him more uncomfortable as I inquired further. A man who slayed Odin, caught my interest of course. I like strangers, so I spoke to him of more and soon we all handled the introductions. Eudalie though, is worth note. Flustered by her rudeness, for not introducing herself sooner she bowed so hard and quick she hit her head upon the table. It was thoroughly amusing, though… she damaged the new hat of mine I had slipped upon her head! Ah but, Thaarus is a tailor. She didn’t seem to notice her own pain and just continued to despair as she realized she had also wounded my hat. Eudalie never ceases to amaze me with her purity and sweetness. Ah, but the Black Cat Lathu’a left, pardoning himself for another journey. Thaarus who’d grown weary headed for rest. So Rivienne took the stage. She told me of her family in Ishgard, how they had once been a family of nobility and how her brothers had chosen to keep it from her to keep her safe. She had disguised herself, sought them, and in the middle of Dravanian attack found one. Marceloix, if I remember the name, had died some time ago and was the brother they all sought to belike. Louix, she found him and tried to protect him the field. He recognized her despite her change in appearance and saved her instead. He smiled and died listening to Rivienne singing their mother’s lullaby. Lanceloix had left some time ago and she did not know where he was. Despite all this, and her desire for her own bloody legacy, her brother died loved and not alone, and instead of sinking into despair she found Thaarus and now seemed happier than ever. I was grateful to the twelve for this turn of fate, and I assured her that she would be well. I’m not sure if my words really did much for her, but I’m glad she is no longer seeking a bloody end. Still, it made me wonder. We parted ways then, and I choseto follow a Mi’qote who seemed troubled. This entry is lengthy, but perhaps it is the greatest sign of my growth thus far. Or perhaps I just listen too frequently. I approached her at the Lavender Beds, we spoke of overcoming one another’s senses, I tried to push her into the water and cast my magic to prevent myself from falling in as I stumbled. My hands trembled and the ice floor soon shattered. I am getting better, even without Avalt, but it is taking time. As long as I don’t have another outburst. Anyway, despite my better instincts diary I followed her to her home to meet her clan. I used my usual demeanor, not my charming self, but the one who seems flirtatious, keeping people at bay while being inviting. Their home was grand, but I wondered how a Keeper clan could happily live so close to civilization and allow guests within. Ah but this is where things became deranged. They asked me to remove my weapons and I did, lots of them. They wanted me to jump and I taunted to take my clothes off. The guard kit was not impressed. She called me pasty and someone informed me that I was a ginger, so I joked that I had no soul. Eventually, I satisfied them that I had no weapons. A lie. I met a few of them, a dark skinned man named Ken introduced himself at the door, but the others were less than inviting. I didn’t mind. I found out a short time later why. Some attack had occurred and it made me wonder why Rhoe would invite me in under such circumstances. I had no ill intent but how were they to know? After a brief tour we ran into a Mi’qote being rude and bratty. At first I tried to confront her with reason, but she pissed me off and I called her a brat. Things went bad from there. Her husband arrived, and though I apologized, not out of fear but annoyance things did not get better. A screaming Mi’qote was being tended to by the group and I wondered why I was here, but curiosity bade me to stay. One room after another I infuriated a new member of this clan. I tried not to, I fell into a habit my father had taught me once again. I tried to be quiet, simple, insignificant. I heard one inquire as to why I had been acting like I mattered. I was only trying to get an answer for Rhoe, not intervene. The husband Hyur of the onion mi’qote didn’t take to me, despite confessing that I apologized. I didn’t need to be liked, but I needed to be tolerated if I wanted to see the end of this story. So I did what I could, apologized here and there, became a silent little apologetic thing. It disgusted me to do so. Though I wanted to learn about a clan I have to say, I hope they are not all like this. Those I’ve met, while weary of outsiders had more control. But I did want to learn. They tolerated me when they should have kicked me out. Their mannerisms were garish, and I realized what was happening a short time later. They were not individuals, and when I speak to people, including the pissed off onion mi’qote I consider them as individuals in what they do. But this was a family, and one who did not know how to handle my presence. They wanted me gone, but refused to say it outright at first. I tried to speak to another Mi’qote, Cemi I think her name was. Honestly, she seems kind but the girl doesn’t look like she had been beyond the front porch despite her claims. Oh yes, before I forget they all repeat themselves. Atticus Buffalobane, told me not to upset people more times than I can count. My ignorance is not abstinence from my mistake, but I agreed more times than I can count. I don’t think they are used to the answers of outsiders. I was warned so many times despite my having switched to what I assumed was a less intimidating mode, that it became tiring and well tedious. These are not complains diary, these are observations, for honestly, they intrigued me above all else. I caught whispers of their conversation, a whisper of a man named Roen. I’d thought a Mi’qote was giving birth but it seems it was some tragedy going on. Oh yes, they are so protective I could not even tend to a wounded companion of theirs. She was alright regardless of course. I have never seen this much of a clan, I tried to remain an outsider to watch them after my mistakes but they pained themselves to keep an eye on me. I think they really thought I believed myself important, but there is a reason I let others tell me of themselves and not the other way around. I don’t make myself important. It’s too attention grabbing. I have not been exiled, and the Mi’qote vice matron had recovered, questioned me and allowed me to come back if Rhoe allowed. To make a better impression. I accepted, but I hurried out with obscure words. I wonder what her tree looks like. I wonder if I should simply be myself next time. I wonder who myself is at this point. Hopefully, when I next meet them I will have found some semblance of that answer. Not for any grand purpose mind you, but so that I don't have to put on that outrageous apologetic persona. Oh yes, before I close you, Atticus knew Avalyn. I admitted to being a apologetic to his fiance, whom I called his wife several times, because of Avalyn. I did not mean to wound a woman with child. For my reference, Mi'qote clans are very traditional and do not like being referred to as cats. Father, wherever you are, if you ever read this, I damn you for what you did to me...

I told ya he'd be back! I don't really know the guy but even the NPC know his reputation! There was no way he'd stay away.

Twenty Second Sun of the Third Umbral Moon Hello again Diary, I've realized something. I've been brooding. The issue with the seal, my inability to find Avalt, it's been dampening my mood and I've been taking it out on my tales, well no more. I can't be who I was. To begin, the trembling is getting worse, and there are small pangs of pain, but I'm hiding it well enough. If I cannot find my teacher then I'll need to find something else in the mean time to hold me over. DID I TELL YOU RIVIENNE FOUND A MAN!? Oh... I did. Busy busy busy, I'm always busy. No sign of Corbec, but I did meet a few more friends of Eudalie. A hulking man named Seth who glistens from combat. His large calloused fingers wipe tenderly at the silver sheen forming upon his caramel coated muscles. Heheh, I should be a writer. I mean... other than in you. Jinxi is a Mi'qote I met, one who actually isn't interested in Eudalie, I know, what a queer meeting. He had a sharp tongue, gave me back my dastardly sarcasm. I was wearing some combat gear: It made me look like a hooker and a soldier at the same time. Everyone who got a little more than a flesh wound vied for Eudalie's healing kisses, but don't worry, I offered up my own lips to our ailing friends in place of Eudalie- Seth quickly felt better as I approached. Heh, it's nice to let go of the stress and just be ridiculous once in awhile. They were a blast, a spritely pair, and we stumbled upon them a short time later after we'd completed our brief assistance into excavation. Rather they stumbled upon us. They're good company, we spoke of rumors and women, and rippling pectorals. Turns out Jinxi has quite the thing for a gruff demeanor and rippling muscles, though Seth seems to be playing with a priestess. I like his honesty though, didn't hide it at all. I should make it up to Eudalie, we didn't get to have a proper conversation last time.

The nineteenth sun of the Third Umbral Moon Dear Diary, Before I begin, the smell of alcohol lingering on this page is not from my breath, but that is a story i'll come to later. To begin, my knack for intervening in people's lives led me to another interesting dilemma. I'd returned to Gridania, it had been some time since I'd come here. I'd intended to be here in leisure, but of course that would not be fate, for upon entering The Roost I stumbled upon a face I had briefly met at the Quicksand nights before. A woman garbed in red, with hair to match sat with a book in lap nestled along a swollen belly. I greeted her, asking for her name, because of course there was no way I could not know the name of lovely face I'd seen before. She was kind, and took my play at prince charming rather well. Though last I had met her I congratulated her on her ability to maintain her appearance despite being with child, today I had learned so much more. Apparently, a troubled man had been the receiver of this woman's, Avalyn Piper, kindness, and eventually her affection. Though things did not seem to go well and when another man showed interest the first man, a highlander apparently, forced himself upon her. At least it seemed that way. I couldn't help but feel a bitter disgust coil in me, and when I spotted a scar on her neck she revealed he had bitten her and it had become corrupted. The man, was either a voidsent in disguise, or void-touched. He is gone now, a victim of some blade I hope. Still, his attack, as well as her claims of an Ascian attacker have her practicing to defend herself against dark magics, something of which I still have little practice in... I'm getting better at hiding the trembling. My master is still at large. In the end, I offered to find the second man, a monk by the name of Corbec Dreyn. He was supposed to be kind enough, but they still had a falling out, an unpleasant one it seems. From what I gather he kicked her out to prevent her from baring the guilt of being the one to end the relationship, as she was trying to do. Hopefully, that's a good sign, though he disappears for weeks at a time, and after a day of searching I haven't gotten any clues on him. Then again, it's been one day. She asked if I thought they'd be happy if I did this, found out the answer but in truth I didn't care about that. I just wanted an answer, even if it has nothing to do with me. It'll distract me from the broken seal, from the pain. Alas, I have something pleasant to tell you diary. It's been too long since I could. During my search I traveled to Limsa Lominsa, at the Drowning Wench I stumbled upon Rivienne and Thaarus. I was delighted to see they had become a couple, admittedly my prediction was correct, though it had occurred in my absence. Thaarus doesn't appreciate the way I speak about these things, using words like 'hitched'. Then again, the two were garbed in similar shades of red and lovely robes, they looked like they should have been married. It was really amusing. Still I couldn't help the thought as it left my lips, "Flowers bloom well when there are no weeds around." It was rather engaging, taunting Rivienne. She turns red too easily now, I wonder if her warrior side protests this change in demeanor. I'm glad she's doing well. Thaarus seems rather pleased as well, they're so sweet to one another. But that isn't the best part. My coat, one I wore to look a bit like a poor man, in hopes of seducing the riff raff of the taverns into giving me information. Well, it didn't work out the way I thought. Thaarus was so close to me I could smell him, it was eerie the way he looked at my coat. "Remove the Coat" he said. I'd had people complain about me taking off my clothes, but never has I been ordered to remove them. It was amusing and I of course taunted him but my coat came off and he was away. That crazy tailor. I tried to talk to Rivienne, checking if she was happy, and then, as I went to pry further, Thaarus showed up as I noticed something off about Rivienne. The coat he returned was incredibly fine, but it ruined the purpose of the poor looking coat. Still I thanked him and let Rivienne off the hook for now. It was nice seeing some faces I knew again. It's been too long since I've really 'seen' anyone. Ah but my night wasn't over yet. Continuing my task I decided to saunter over to a table it’s occupants already quite inebriated. One of them being Meriel, the girl I met at the Piquant Pumpkin. A Mi’qote they called Q, and an elezen named Hiro. I asked them about the man I was looking for, and the one called Q was surprisingly sober in his responses, though the other two kept going on about “Q”, and “Hiro’s fault”, so of course I purchased more drink for them, despite no one having the answer. Q admitted to being some kind of rancher, though he seemed more like the caretaker for the two with him. It seems Meriel quickly took my lesson to heart and has become quite the socialite. Before I knew it I was carrying a drunk Meriel, praying she didn’t empty her guts on me as I took her for some fresh air. The scene was somewhat romantic, glowing Aether in the distance, clouds rolling back as the night sky broke into dawn. Honestly though, I couldn't care less. Even with my coat draped over her and an arm around her to keep her war, I felt nothing. Most men, at least what I gathered from Avalyn seem to have ill intent given even the slightest opening, and for all my charm, none of it is meant to be sincere desire. I debated dropping Meriel our perch into the sea to sober her up, it was an amusing thought but I wouldn't actually do it, though the twelve must have been listening because it began to rain, waking the girl up. She was soon on her way to bed, I left her at the counter, and I had work to do. Sleepless work. [scribbled quickly below is another line in very quick small hand] I begin to wonder if this diary is carrying my feelings, or if I am simply recording my days. You're a good listener regardless diary.