Lightningtear

I don't think it's too big a deal. Everyone makes typos and while it's really funny sometimes, for the most part people can figure out what you're talking about when it's something small like that. Correcting it tends to be what makes it amusing. It never bothered me, and if I didn't understand I would ask. I do like to point out errors such as allude and elude, but that's something I expect others to do in return and is not meant to be rude or snobby, even if it is. As for that, the only thing I can see really ruining immersion are typos such as(And this was my favorite failure of mine): He tried to read her expression, peeing under her bangs to see her indigo orbs. I missed an R and it turned out to totally ruin immersion, but was very funny for the small group I was RPing with. So, it wasn't a big deal. There was another one, from years ago, I just have to bring it up: He held the cup so hard it began to crap. It was supposed to be crack, but well... it was so funny we left it like that. Good times, but everyone fell back into it seamlessly enough.

Welcome to Balmung! First off, if you need an LS for RP there are plenty and it shouldn't be hard to find someone willing to get you into one. I started the game with only one friend, so I've been to a very similar place as you have been. It'll be more than fine, you'll be making friends in no time. Anyway, "August Lansborough" will bother you as soon as he can. Good luck, and enjoy!

To EVERYONE who freaks out at their first Subligar: Don't worry, we make this look good. http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/Onienigma/FinalXIV%20screenshots/99b16460-d40c-444f-99ea-aa800e8d035c_zpsbcb8c658.png?t=1402868505[/img] This broke my heart much more than anything about the rest of the scions. Including Minfillia's emotionless voice actor... http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/Onienigma/FinalXIV%20screenshots/42a28d54-ec89-4fd1-ba9b-d33fce004f7d_zps2f6c17db.png?t=1402807788[/img] You come across a mysterious stranger. http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/Onienigma/FinalXIV%20screenshots/bac08988-1af9-4556-852d-57c903124b01_zps5abd4b0d.png?t=1402868408[/img] Talk about eating smoke and crapping fire! http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/Onienigma/FinalXIV%20screenshots/5b8e5664-562f-41e6-ad31-2091f7522199_zps3253ff96.png?t=1402868450[/img]

The fourteenth sun of the third umbral moon Dear Diary, My meditation came to an abrupt end recently. The man who returned me to the ways of using Aether has been more difficult to find than I'd hoped. The trail, oddly enough led me to Limsa Lominsa, for a meeting I had long forgotten I'd made obligation to attend. The Piquant Pumpkin opened it's doors today, though I admit I was a tad bit late. The area was booming, I could hear it from the most distant of docks. Though I did not know it's location it was easy to follow the crowds. I found myself forgetting why I had come as my previous obligation came rushing back. I knew inside would be a girl I had not seen since I started my meditation. It has been suns, weeks even since I've seen her. Anticipation swelled and minutes turned into bells. Eudalie, wearing mask and uniform was still too obvious to see. Though I must admit, that uniform... gave her an appeal I'd scarcely noticed in her modest adventuring robes. It was a brief greeting at first, I'd ordered some cookies and left her to work. Nesi on the other hand, a woman who had been so perturbed by my nudity that she weaved a shirt just for me in the span of our first meeting, was someone I did not recognize until the mask came off later in the evening. I met a woman today, Meriel, a name that was difficult today. She was talking to herself, trying to psyche herself up, though admittedly she could have been mistaken to be far less, correct in the head by the wrong passerby. I decided a cookie and some pep would aid her in becoming a 'socialite'. Little did I know the night would end with many more meetings, a gathering of familiar faces. It was more than I had expected, in fact I was proud of Eudalie for holding such a career, and amazed that the business was already booming. It reminded me of the meeting I was supposed to set up. Though the intentions I had might have wounded this business had I succeeded. Still, I will try again. While I wasted my time chomping on cookies and trying to teach my new friend the ways of ridiculously engaging others, I noticed Eudalie was, as usual being flocked by men. I look back at previous pages and realize, it bothers me. But I have no right to be bothered, though no doubt I'm just one of many being pestered by these strange... emotions. I'm not stupid, I know what it is, but something this small needs to be nipped in the bud. Still, I crushed more cookies than I ate thanks to that. It frustrates me that this of all things is where I stumble. I can't stand it, but I also can't stand being just another one in the crowd. Is there satisfaction to winning...? Do others have it easy? I'm telling you diary, being around her has done something severely unpleasant to me. I... remember who I was before the attack. What had started as eager anticipation, festered. My hand trembled, and I couldn't hide it. The attack is fresh in my mind now. I tried to hide it, like I hid my brooding. Rivienne was getting along rather well with Thaarus, a kind Elezen of many talents who may as well be the origin of sophistication. I can tell my pointing it out wasn't appreciated, someone he called 'dove' had arrived. I don't know their relationship, but I needed to change the subject from my hand. My seal, though the man I must call 'master' broke it, it seems there was a safeguard, a trap. It's doing things to me, and I can't hide it anymore. Meditating isn't fixing it, and I recall his teachings of not gaining power by downing Aether, unlike the Ossuary. I'm being plighted by the things I have no control over. By stupid little things I have nothing to do with. I need to sink myself into this, I need to find David, I need to speak to my contact. I need to forget about what ails me and try to gain back some of that bravado I'd once possessed before those damn bastards decided to curse instead of kill me! I wonder if things could have been different if I'd taken the opportunity that had once been presented, instead of letting HIM drag me back into his abyss. Even now, my ha n d trem bles and t h e se words a r e b eing sc ri b bled alo n g th e pa ge. [The next line is dark, obviously written with intense pressure and a slow hand] I wonder if I'll be able to read some of this later.

Maybe if everyone stares at them long enough we will assimilate and soon we will ALL LOOK LIKE THEM! and then we'll all stand there in trios

The next image in the sneaky kitten Eudalie photo line. This time we meet 3 player twins who have the perfect stance in the heat of Ul'Dah, but even they can't stop the sly antics of this fur-ball. These guys were real, FFXIV twilight zone... P.S Thinking of starting a "Where's Eudalie" Waldo pastiche line.

The Sixth Sun of the Third Umbral Moon Apparently I have been writing this incorrectly... I was being barbaric... Where to begin... oh yes... as per usual. Dear Diary, Other than a lot that I don't want to tell you about my past, there is a good deal of information I have omitted. Whether it's to prevent myself from remembering, or to ensure prying eyes don't learn my secrets I can't remember. But we all have secrets don't we? To begin, I'll talk about Eudalie. She seems to make her way into my pages quite often, to the point that my last entry about us fishing seemed redundant. Perhaps my memories are melding inefficiently. This kitten, who I remind you is out to save the world with her food and conjuring continues to stay around me. She has affiliated herself with a company that will be selling pumpkin items, she attends classes about Archaeology. Oh yes, the man who I hurried away from, his name is Garrett and last I saw him there was a flash of metal in his coat, (a gun to my surprise) alerted me to less than peaceful interests. Despite his inability to hide it he chose not to speak of it. [in quick written hand is a newly added note: I'm pissed diary. I found gun powder on Eudalie the day she was dishing out meals. I need to have a word with her friend the Archaeologist...] She is quite good at making friends, yet like a stray I always find her nipping at MY heels. As though I possess some hidden elixir that she wants. Perhaps she's just friendly, or maybe she wants to heal my soul and the faux friendliness I portray, or maybe it's not a lie, who knows, this damn Mi'qote makes me wonder too damn much. But I can't say we haven't been through a great deal together, from arriving at Gridania to being knocked out by Amalj'aa to be sacrificed to their deity. We escaped of course, having no interest in fanning the flames of their lord. Still I question why she always seems to make it into my periphery. Admittedly, though I'm sure I've said this before, I'm growing fond of her, and it's frustrating me. As for myself, I decided to repair an old injury. A wound, from a vengeance order taken out upon me that wasn't quite completed. For his reasons, I won't write his name but MO, is a strange aether master. He speaks like a sylph who coincidentally I had met a short time before with Eudalie. You see I have done so much that with such great gaps in writing I cannot keep to dates as well. So tonight, this will be my best attempt to gather it all. I found this man for a class, but when it came to a rather unpleasant and abrupt end I became outraged. So close to claiming my prize I refused to be turned away, and hunted this mage for myself over the next two days. When I found him, we spoke and I confessed. Sort of. Details weren't important and he unlocked the ties to the Aether I had lost. Instead of getting hammer on Ether he recommended meditation, so I vanished for a time. [Avalt: A quickly written name indicates a return to this paragraph.] Upon my return I met with Rivienne at Camp Tranquil. We traveled to the Forgotten Springs, a place where Eudalie and I had tended to some trivial matters. So I aided Rivienne, and she spoke of Jon, and her duty and of another man who'd likely prefer to avoid being named. David Black, as if I care if people want their names hidden. Turns out he is leading some research company, and Rivienne hasn't been the most dedicated in her reports, even if she sticks well to her duties. It was, of course, a trying day for Rivienne and before I knew it she was resting after overworking herself. Though I could see her inquisitive eye wondering where I had learned to manipulate Aether, though I am still very weak in it. Eudalie who happened to venture out... nipping at my heels, joined us in dissuading some eager worms from making a meal of the town and she went off to bathe in the springs. I cannot fathom why my luck with Mi'qote is so... unfortunate. With David around, and knowing of the prying eyes of others I put my hunter's skills to good use and decided to keep an eye out to protect her, all the while David and this robot moogle were in my ear. David, was far more willing to look than I, even if he was not personally attempting it, but IT WAS ME who fell into the water. Me who splashed in front of a nude cat and made her caramel cheeks blaze as those too big eyes focused on me. I was unwilling to put on the act I had for Blue, I did not wish to play the fool and hurriedly apologized and turned away. Though... the hero always peeks. [Added in the margins] I told her "There's nothing to look at!" To dissuade her idea that I was being lecherous, but I regret it a little. Heroes don't peek, or maybe I'm not a hero because I didn't, though I don't see why I lied to a book...you're a book... right? Much to my dismay I have not been able to find my master in Aether, but I have begun using my skills on my own, and not always for the best of means. I've another man who needs me to speak to him. It seems no matter how good a man I wish to pretend I am, my bad, my less than scrupulous skills are usually what are called upon. And this man wanted some help. I need to deliver to him a pumpkin cookie, and make the connection I have avoided for fear of involving the kitten. Last I met Eudalie, it's been some time now, she was asleep in Pearl Lane. She was giving out home cooked meals to the homeless and had been awake so long she had nearly collapsed on some steps. She tried to offer me food, but I... who had done so much out of her eyes only took a small bit and refused the rest so she could continue her task, even if it would harm her to keep trying. I can't stand those pure and innocent eyes. They scorch me, and make me doubt and make me feel foolish. I knew that I needed to put more distance between us. That was when David came to me, or rather I stumbled upon him in the Central Shroud while I was attempting to distract myself with some simple lumber work. This honest job had allowed me to meditate in pockets of Aether I found, just little sparks in the air, and keep to honest work. But it didn't suit me and I was growing bored, so I jumped on the chance to lead him North, into Coerthas to hunt for Rivienne. I had met her just a week before there, for a task of hers. We went onto Dragonhead, and onward North. We searched in caves and fought off a band of Ixali we stumbled into. Eventually we found ourselves facing off against Dragons, David became seriously injured when a powerful wallop had his head cracking. We found Rivienne among the dragon corpse, she was furious to see us there, especially David. I won't go into details but she wasn't happy, and in the end they parted ways, leaving it to me to deliver the contract that would forever end their collaboration. I spoke to Rivienne one more time, and she told me of how she had chased her dead brother's trail here, had learned of her other brothers but had refused to see them. She spoke of the noble lord watching the land and how she was enjoying fighting Dragons. Rivienne always gives me an odd, yet warm look. She had opened up to me quite a bit since our first meeting. Oh yeah, I opted to become her partner some time ago, to watch over her in a sense. This this union is unofficial, and limited strictly to our occasional interaction. But I have to say, I'm starting to understand her drive more. Perhaps a Legacy, if nobly one isn't a bad thing. Though who would call me noble I dare to laugh at. With the deed done I continued to focus upon my meditation... I need to find my master... I can already imagine the things I want to do. Without that sylph wannabe of a man I'll likely end up doing something others will regret. My old ways are catching up to me, but I can't say I hate it. With this, I hope to keep better track of my journeys. Thank the twelve that kitten isn't here to give me those innocent eyes...

Third Astral Moon, 28th Sun Dear Diary, Eudalie and I have taken up fishing together more often, which has given me a chance to witness her skills at cooking in person. She's gotten quite good, and even showed me her skills as she took to preparing a few meals of the freshly caught fish. She's quite skilled at removing the bones, part of me wonders if perhaps Conjuring teaches you more about anatomy than I first suspected. Either way it made for a pleasant enough time while here, though admittedly it seems as though for now I'll be doing most of the fishing while she works on her craft. Something she intends to use to aid those in need. She's kind, but it makes me wonder of the damage her kindness could do. Give a man a fish, right? Admittedly, I've came back to Lominsa in search of some new supply. The lush vegetation here offers some supplies that even the forested green of Gridania isn't equipped with. Perhaps it's all the sea air. Regardless, Eudalie decided to travel with me again. En route to the north shores we encountered a rather untidy mess of Dodo making a mess in the southern edges of Middle La Noscea. Kwehley got excited, my chocobo. Ah I never wrote down our little meeting, well I don't want to forget her. I wonder if I can make this a rhyme, well let's try this out: A girl was adrift at sea, a chocobo and her, in the distance as a flea With my pole arm strong, I took my cast against the sea wind's song The girl called out as I snagged them with my hook, surely this sort of meeting belonged in a book Now as their savior I watched my behavior For the girl Kelly then said, as a thanks take my stead, for I have trained her to travel with care Surprised at this fortune I took reins strong and true, for my travels alone were now travels for two So poems aren't my forte', but you certainly comprehend the gist of it? Oh yes, I gave the bird the name Kwehley, in remembrance of her old master trainer. This bird of mine starts playing with these dodos like their best friends, chasing them around and bouncing like she's trying to be one of them. Needless to say I didn't know whether to laugh or give the thing up. At one point she stuck her beak so far into another one's keester it bawked and started snapping at her. I'll warn you here, Chocobo have a mean kick, even if this one acts like a dog at times. Before I knew it I was pegging the birds with with arrows as they rushed her in a frenzy. Despite all my efforts she was hurt, but Eudalie tended her. I hate to admit it, but the kitten is growing on me. Even my smiles are turning sincere. Makes my cheeks hurt. So now I've got a kitten and a bird, seems like quite the odd traveling companions. It's been two days since, and tonight I met with Lady Rivienne once more. I found her at the Bismark, enjoying a meal alone. Hungry myself I joined her, noted her new scars and got straight to the point of inquiring about the curiosities of Legacies. She confirmed for herself of her desire for a grand epic. A trial by fire where her name is forever singed into the annals of history, though her life be forfeit. She doesn't know how she wants it to occur, but she wants to rush into danger in search of this ending. I can't say I don't respect her bravado, though I made it apparent how foolish I thought it was. Of course I wasn't out to deter her, and as she complained about her companions who worried over her, particularly Jon, I assured her I had no interested in concerning myself with her well being. I was not going to be another to bark at her ear, I simply wished to sate my curiosity. With it satisfied for now, we spoke of more pleasant things as the sun set, and sank below the sea.

Third Astral Moon, 22nd sun Dear Diary, Coming from Limsa Lominsa to the barren dunes of Thanalan, I met a man, one interested in providing education to others. A man named Garrett, I later learned from Eudalie. I was traveling through Horizon, the ponds to the west are a refreshing, and the area is quite lovely. It seems like it'd be a romantic spot if not for the monsters that lurk here and there. Though if we left them be maybe they'd do the same for us, not that it's a major concern. Ah but, back to my story, I apologize for getting distracted. If there is ever another calamity it might be nice to have a written account of some of the beauty of the world. Though that is where this man, Garrett came in. An archaeologist, someone seeking to uncover the mysteries of the old world. Far closer to accounting the old worlds than I am. Ah but, I wasn't in the mood during this encounter. An unfortunate event, I think he might have been interesting and Eudalie was distraught when she came by to ask me about it. The man was on his way out when I met them anyway, but by that time I'd run into so many people just on their way out my sour mood wasn't in the mood to endure the world's exit strategy for company. So yes I left. Was it childish? Perhaps Was it stupid? Maybe I didn't bother going back to apologize, though it wasn't as if I'd been rude beyond a hasty retreat. Heh, to think a charming guy like me would get frustrated by people leaving the moment he gets there. I wonder if I've really changed, or maybe I changed too much. I can't remember that being too much of a bother back in the day. I don't think my father would approve. Hell I don't approve, so instead of completing the task of hunting some rampant beasties I went to fish at the docks. It'd been a long time since I'd fished just to calm myself. I had a good deal going with the white kitten too. I gave her fish and herbs I found out in my travels and she in return supplied me with meals. The kitten came to inquire what was wrong with me. I admitted my strife, with a rather dapper attitude I might add. I grinned and passed off my disappointment as something trivial, in truth it was. I felt like something I can't remember was the primary source of my frustration. Damn shame I can't just transmit my thoughts to this. It's an ordeal dealing with her, but I kinda like it. She's pushier than you'd think, and is always hopping around and seeming happy. I'm not sure why but I gave her a hug. It was innocent, but it offered a comfort I'd never known hugs could bring. I used just think they were tools to simulate familiarity, but maybe this isn't so bad. Our ways are parted and I'm currently en route to Limsa again. The moon is lovely tonight, for what can be seen of it. A new moon is on it's way.

Third Astral Moon, Eighteenth Sun Dear Diary, I forgot to tell you that last time didn't I? It's weird writing dear, it's not like you're my lover or anything... my dear... feels weird to write. Well....dear, What do you know of Legacies? What makes them so important? Family, friends, love, honor, glory, being remembered- what makes up a legacy an how does one weigh it's worth? I only ask because I met some of Eudalie's friends today. A young Mi'qote named Rynn... I think he was a boy, had to be fairly young because I coulda sworn he'd be a girl. Aside from him I met two rather interesting characters, Jon and Lady Rivienne. Oh certainly the meeting was pleasant enough, but it was how things flowed along that grabbed my attention. Rivienne, initially a stern and aloof woman spoke little at first, though she seemed to open up little by little as Jon taunted her. Jon, knew her well it seemed, though he quite obviously worried over her, to the point that I'd thought them lovers. His reasoning has to do with the start to this page, Legacies. Apparently he had one, or has one he is seeking. He talked in the manner of a man with a past he was concerned for, and a path he knew to be wary. But the way he spoke of this Rivienne caught me once more, for she sought her own Legacy. From what I gathered, it was one she intended to write in blood. I didn't understand it. I riled Jon up with my words, but I wasn't wrong. What good is a Legacy? The way they talk about, you die and people remember you for it. They want to walk some dangerous path only to die. What merit is there in death? Why would you want to have your grand tale end in such a way. I couldn't bring myself to agree with their opinions, though Rivienne had long since walked out at this point. I don't care for legacies. I know my own is uninteresting and ends with the relieved sighs of some who shudder at uttering my name. You would't care either would you? You're just leather bound parchment listening to my scribbles. Listening to my scribbles? Perhaps I've had too much milk tea. That drink that Eudalie got me interested in. That girl has so many strange folk flutter towards her. So honest and innocent. It reminds me of who I really am and how I can't stand the way it makes me feel. Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Who gives a damn about such things, really! When I next speak to Rivienne I'll ask her, find out what's so great about possibly getting conked in the back of the head by an Amalj'aa and being left in the dirt to die in some ditch where no one will know for months at a time. I sigh as I write this. I still can't bring myself to care about having others remember me. Actually, it's really funny thinking of how others might remember me. Still, I don't understand the need to drive one into your own heart. Reading back... I wonder if I should get a mirror.

So I'm going to point out the negative first. MMO is not short for only MMORPG as there are not many other platforms that have become MMO. Putting that aside, it was pretty amusing. Thanks for sharing. I do agree, the emotes some of our characters do would be completely terrible to do in real life around 'average' people. -walks up to average strangers and does emotes- I just found a new hobby.

Hello Rivienne, I know we know each other in game but still, hello. Glad to see you dipping your toe into the forums.

As per usual, WELCOME, or WELCOME BACK! August Lansborough is my one and only character. As I say to most of the people posting their introductions, feel free to drop me a line in game and I'd be more than happy to RP with you. Don't worry about being lost, in the darkness, every person is a lantern you can flock to and ignite your own. I enjoy open world RP and am anything but exclusive with who I'll interact with. So once more, just give me a shout some time if you'd like. I've only been back for about a month myself.

Third Astral Moon, Sixteenth Sun I already nearly forgot I had you. It's been awhile, you've got quite the lovely coat, though sawdust isn't exactly in season. Actually, I'm finally staying at an inn. Carpentry is pretty lucrative, but not when you have to pay for supplies so I've been out there doing that too. But let's skip the boring details this time shall we? Eudalie is a cute kit, and it's been quite helpful to have her around. I've never been around anyone willing to heal me so much though admittedly it's a bit strange watching my wounds seal themselves so quickly. Even now I took a moment to flex my fingers and though I know I'd been gashed by a buzzard's talon I've got no idea where or how big it was. Even the pain feels like such a long time ago. More importantly, I should tell you about the bet. Taverns are a good place to meet people, to make the usual bets but the Guild's archery field is a good place to practice and make bets. This Elezen, Jovanzil I think his name was challenged me to hit the farthest target and then to do it again while piercing my own arrow. Of course, I knew I could pull this off, and the first arrow landed near on mark. The second one arched so beautifully as it soared from my bow and carried my pride to victory. The victory of Jovanzil as the damn thing flew off into the brush to plant itself in the bum of who knows what. Next thing I know I'm arguing with him to prove he could do it, and not only did he land the arrow into my first one but added another to it. Normally people gamble to get money, or earn honor and glory or something but this... this was a foolish game among idiotic men. Or at least I was the idiot. Have you ever roamed Gridania in nothing but a pair of armored briefs and begging like some poor vagabond, not for gil, but for the hand of any kind soul so that you could be freed from this curse. I know, I'm being dramatic, but you try having people stare at you like you're nuts because you just want them to shake your hand while half naked. After a couple of hours of pleading and knowing I couldn't tell anyone why they had to shake my hand I decided to stumble into the conjurer's guild. Surely these souls, hell bent on saving every soul could help. I'll tell you this, there is nothing like walking into a tree stump to a room full of robed figures while you're down to your skivvies. Luckily, another Mi'qote, one with the kind of eyes that look through you but see nothing. Her name was Blue, and she was even more out of her head than Eudalie. What is with Mi'qote girls who do magic? It's like they trade their marbles for it. This Mi'qote named Blue, with blue hair and eyes like sapphires without any shine looked at me without any sense of humility, though I'm sure I could have dropped my pants and done a ridiculous dance and she'd have been none the wiser to how inappropriate it was. It was a pleasant conversation over all, to be honest I was cold and shivering and just grateful to know I could put clothes on that I forgot most of the conversation. But I thank the girl, giving her a wand I'd carved not long ago that I was proud of. I hope it serves her well, however briefly. I'm not sure I'll make any such ridiculous bets again, at least not soon.

[A journal for me to keep for August Lansborough since I started playing again a month ago. Please do not post but feel free to read. August will likely have a wiki but I'd like to keep his journal here. For my reference, I started playing again in late April. Dates and time are all speculation as other players' (those I've interacted with) might visualize a different time.] Third Astral Moon, Ninth Sun Dear Diary, Is that how this begins? I'm not sure, it's been so long since I kept a log of anything I've done. It's been better that I haven't. But that's a story for another time, right? Today I arrived in Gridania, I was fortunate to make the journey with a fair haired Mi'qote. We didn't talk much, I think she was nervous but I was just in my head. A place where blessings and elementals watched over you was the last place I'd thought I'd end up, and it's why I came here. It wasn't as if I'd never been here, but it was the place I'd been the least in all my travels, a place that wanted nothing to do with outsiders, especially us technology advancing Hyur. Before I forget myself I must add that I write this not from a warm cot nestled within the confines of a clean inn, but in a saw dust riddled closet the carpenter's guild. Lacking Gil I've struck up a deal to work for my stay, luckily I've already had a hand in this work. Oddly enough, it is the claustrophobic sensation of being in this closet that is bringing me the most ease, for it has been some time since I've known I could walk out this door with nary a worry. No Diary, I am not being hunted. I clumsily straddled a bow between my legs, the archer's guild was eager for a new recruit and with an eager smile and this old wood I found I've been able to undertake some tutelage among them, with others of course. The City-States have become quite the hot spot for adventurers. But enough of the boring stuff everyone talks about. I met that Mi'qote again, Eudalie is her name. She drinks milk tea, it was an interesting palette cleanser. Far different from gin and the other spoiled fruit concoctions I grew up accustomed too. She was kind of funny, a little naive but intriguing. She came for the conjurer's guild, something about wanting to save the world or whatever it is conjurers usually preach about, not that she preached. Anyway, that's all for today... Oh yeah, it rains a lot here.

Three real life weeks, that is some serious dedication there. More serious than worrying about hair, but it sounds like it paid off. If I run into you I'll be sure to ask you to let me look at the gear, it's actually a really nice tribute/indication in my opinion. ---- Yep, embarrassing was fun. Especially since there were a few people who actually replied ICly in a disturbed fashion. I was lucky Blue was so naive. Though I also give you serious dedication, Like I did to knight for your time enduring just for the sake of RP. I love stories that come from these efforts. ----- Just today while aiding my friend Rivienne we did some quests but did it all in RP form at Forgotten Springs. Even when we did fates, or fates occurred in the middle of talking and literally happened on top of us we were caught in the stampede of worms and engaged the enemy, yelling at each other mid combat until we cleared the trouble and complained that the town doesn't get a break. I'd like to think I'm almost always IC, even if I'm OOC a simple greeting flicks IC on for me. (To add in, Rivienne RP'd being hot and tired from wearing leather in the desert while he removed layers or shivered when night came and it became cold.) The little things that seem real make RP nice. Final one for this post, while resting after said worm invasion August folded his arms behind his head and noticed the smell of his pits and cringed before folding them over his chest instead. Real, a little unpleasant and all too fun with people to RP with. I'd love to run into you guys and RP some time.

August will be there to tease support Eudalie! Assuming work doesn't get in the way.

So August Lansborough just got his first (hair cut). Though his hair is now longer. I miss his old hair already but I want his hair to change throughout the stages of his character plot unfolding. It still has one more lengthening to endure, then a deep cut, then finally the prevailing return to his starting hair and my final job decision. Eager to get back to his usual hair I'll endure what I must for the sake of RP. On that note, anyone have any stories of any kind, be they crazy or benign, about the things they've done just to promote RP? Well here is a more embarrassing note for those of you who might need a little help taking the flush from those cheeks: [August once walked around town in nothing but the underwear brief like armor, subligar and asked many people to shake his hand despite the fact he was only wearing those and some thigh length sabatons. This was the consequence of losing a bet and the only way to free himself of this task was to get someone to shake his hand without being bribed or told the truth. Needless to say it was a humiliating experience ending with many scornful glares until he accidentally stumbled upon this sites very own Blue. He was able to get dressed, get out of the rain and make a friend! A friend who later used this story to insinuate something terrible to her companion Blade.]

Like all the others just give me a tell if you need help. I'm an archer so I won't be bothering with the supplies either. That and if things go well the last boss focuses his acid spit on me making the fight go much faster and making your healing job much easier.

So the Thaumaturge show went well in the sense of construction, but it derailed and I felt bad(over it) for August's part in derailing it. But it has set me up for an excellent opportunity to make use of one of August's plots. So hurray for that. So a little view of the class that was:

Welcome to the world of RP! I'll make this brief, if you ever want to RP and run into August Lansborough, or need a place to start send me a message. The best way to learn is to do it after all and it's brave of you to have already taken the first step, especially if English isn't your first language(not that you can tell from the way you wrote this). Once more, congratulations on telling yourself to RP and actually doing it. It can be as scary for people as trying to engage someone in real life. You deserve a commendation simply for that.

I. Basic Info Characters: August Lansborough Primary character: August Lansborough Linkshells: None Primary RP linkshell: None II. RP Style Amount of RP (light, medium, heavy): Medium,Heavy: I like to assume everything or most things my character does can be considered a reflection of his day's events unless it is something that is utterly OOC. I automatically go into RP if someone speaks to him ICly, or just choose to RP at any time. I purchased this specifically for it's Role-playing possibilities and intend to make full use of them. Views on RP combat and injuries: Preference: Play it like a story, be fair, don't kill without permission the usual. But if you make a mistake in writing something that leaves an opening for the other player than so be it. Combat requires specifics for accuracy, but vagueness for flow. Injuries should make sense according to the combat going on. White Magic heals effectively, but someone can decide on a long term injury if they want. The reason I consider white magic to still be an efficiently healing source is to not nullify the usefulness of conjurer players. Depending on the situation, players can adjust rapid healing and healing that would take some time. Things such as curses, diseases, and old injuries will require considering of subject matter regarding the player(s) involved. I know that people want to win really badly and therefore I do respect and understand the use of rolling, to achieve a fair form of combat. Though I do wish this game possessed an in chat roll function instead of relying on players to be honest. Views on IC romance: It's fine if it happens, but I won't decide upon it ahead of time. Also if your character is upset about it, make sure it stays IC and don't let your OOC feelings get in the way. It doesn't work out. Romance is not necessary, but can be nice. I'm a big romance buff admittedly, but I have an etiquette for it that I prefer. Views on non-romantic RP (family ties, etc): I've had some great relationships built upon friendship, or family, or disdain that developed as background or during interaction with other people. A big part of RP is having relationships with others, and though love is great, most of your companions will be non romantic partners. It's possibly the most important part of RP. Views on lore: I'd like to stay to it. Lore is rich and beautiful and one of the main reasons I've joined this game. Though I'm not as knowledgeable as I was during my beta research phase I try to stick to it. But I'm open to people sticking their pinky out of the box here and there. As long as it's not a complete farce to the story. Currently working on deepening my own level of knowledge. Views on chat functions (/say, /linkshell, etc): RP is best done in /say where everyone can see it. I like walk ups, and open world RP more than just doing it in a tavern. It's rich and full and involves more than a drink and a chat about your day. If you want to Rp a dungeon /party chat is more than acceptable. /tell is good when you are actually whispering to a player so that others can't hear and it's something you don't want to share OOCly either. I'd prefer Linkshells, and FC to stay OOC for easy fluid interaction without questioning it. But to be honest I did meet a player who gave August a link pearl to contact him with. The traffic in that linkshell is non-existent save for actual IC communication which is very rare, like it should be in IC form, unless under special circumstances. It feels real and I prefer it that way if it has to be. III. Other Info Country:USA Timezone:EST Contact info:Here on Hydaelyn or in game. I answer Moogle mail ICly and OOCly. [align=center][glow=blue]~Special announcements can be found in the posts below~[/glow][/align]

How is August supposed to enjoy a nice relaxing soul searching gaze out into the ocean with a Eudalie staring at him! First one ever in the "Gazing Kitten Eudalie" Set. Maybe you got the first location but can you name this one? Oh it's such fun having a kitten around everyday.

I've seen you in the world before. I recognize the name. Well my friend and I always do open world RP when we can, to the point where yesterday I attempted to instigate some when finding a player taking on a FATE alone in Gridania where they were hunting a beast of trophy worthy game. They left... but anyway while I have been playing again for less than a month so far I've been on for hours a day when I'm not at work and am also looking to get into some deeper plots or get to know more people. It's not much but if you ever meet August Lansborough again in the world feel free to chat. Who knows, we can all work together to produce something.

ICly regardless of his level he will be a fresh face seeking to discover the magic he may have. I figure lvl 5 will just allow me to get an average robe and staff to practice with at the event.