K'nahli

This lalafell stole my heart. Forgive me Tataru, I shall leave you to wedge....

You have successfully attained my interest! *searches for a wiki page*

Andre let out a playful laugh as he quickly swished his head to the side, raising his hands as he did so to shield himself from the droplets of water that shook free from the chocobo's beak. A cheeky smirk was clearly visible when he returned to look at the creature as it reached it's head down to take yet another drink from the trickling stream. The miqo'te owner, however, did not share in Andre's amusement. She instead, gestured angrily while scolding the hyur for somewhat encouraging her mount's restless behaviour. "Ah, humblest of apologies, milady. It was not my intention to upset you" he replied to her in the form of a laugh while offering her a modest bow. He was unable to discard the large grin on his face however, regardless of his sincerity. Andre rested a hand on his hip as he continued studying the chocobo, finding further amusement in the beast's almost-mocking actions as it responded to it's owners riled tone and gestures. He remained silent as the woman removed her belongings from the creature and instead took hold of them herself before instructing the beast to leave her be. Andre's smile slowly faded all the while. At first he found it entertaining how she and her chocobo both behaved and interacted with each other but her sudden send-off of the creature made him feel a little uneasy. Was she truly that upset? Perhaps his mere interest in approaching the animal had been uncalled for. Andre took a step forward, gingerly raising his arm out towards the woman in attempt to apologise again to her, this time in a more serious manner, for acting out of turn. Suddenly however, the woman was knocked backwards in Andre's direction by the chocobo's abrupt departure as it took off on its own. "Ah..!" he exasperated as he rushed forward to catch the miqo'te. She was still rather closer to him fortunately enough and her small frame allowed for him to easily secure her within his grip. However, catching his boot in between two rocks, the young hyur lost his footing and began falling backwards himself with the miqo'te still grasped in his arms. He let out a small wail in shock as they both fell down into the mildly deeper part of the stream, the water soaking both their clothing right through as a result. He groaned in discomfort as his backside collided with the rocky riverbed before seeking to attempt to climb back to his feet. The woman however, had him pinned down. He could not move without literally pushing her off of himself, which would, of course, only cause her to become even more soaked than she already was. Instead he had to wait for her to do so herself. Though she'd have been unable to see it, Andre winced nervously as he anticipated her vengeful wrath for failing to keep her from falling. As a result of all the sudden commotion, he had yet to notice the appearance of the mysterious onlooker that had tumbled into the water despite their similarly failed attempts to interrupt the woman's fall..

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I've done that before as well, almost word for word (except obviously not K'nahli, otherwise I'd be having a serious identity crisis IC). A couple times it went to public chat rather than tells or guild chat, a couple times it went to an open RP channel. It actually led to a nickname as "(name)'s Pet", which was meant to be derogatory, but we took it and twisted it around and used it to our advantage like it was a nickname for a favored soldier of a military unit (or like a favored assassin, which was the IC "rumor" that my character was even though she really wasn't... Most of the time). Hahaha. Actually, One part abut that I forgot to mention is that someone in the linkshell replied with: "Awww that's so cute" "Sisterly love" T////T No! I was just.. waiting!

Oh my God ;;;;;; That is so horrible. If I saw someone saying that about me I'd log out and likely never come back ever again ;w; How embarrassing it must have been for the person who said it(I mean in fairness, Lament has a point about it being a natural opinion... and it wasn't the rudest thing in the world), but I feel awful for you having seen that. You seem to have just taken it in your stride but ugh, the thought.. Anyways, I mistell a lot myself. A lot. I've said many thing that have made me very, very embarrassed but they are nothing like the experiences other people have talked about in these topics. *sigh* Alas, it is my turn to embarrass myself even if it does not equate. A couple of times when I was alone in the game just doing random things, I um... kiiinda behaved ICly. That is to say that I behaved as though my character(s) were talking to themselves. So um... they also kinda made it on to the linkshells accidentally and as innocent as they were, my face just sapped all of the blood from the rest of my body as I was so embarrassed. The last time was just the other day in fact. I was going to attune to the Amalj'aa aethernyte for the HM Titan quest. No-one was around so I decided to have a little fun and sneak my way all the way into the encampment without arousing the attention from any of the beasts. At some point I encountered a tricky situation and decided to have my character mutter a simple swear. Its so simple and nothing compared to these other stories but it still makes me flush so much. OH WAIT. I did it today as well actually. My friend was apologising for "keeping me waiting" because I was ready to do a dungeon(actually it turned out I wasn't, I just thought I was -o-) but she wanted to unlock it. She said that I should just go on ahead and not waste my time waiting on her but one of the most enjoyable parts of this game for me is playing alongside my friend even if its just trivial quests so I jokingly replied: "K'nahli always waits for [name]!" ...right into a linkshell. I was embarrassed of course =w= ;; Out of context it made me sound like a little lapdog that wants to do well by it's owner. Woe is meee~ As for the rest of these posts. If there was ANY chance of any of my characters ever engaging in ERP it has certainly gone right out the window! Those horror stories would cripple me for life. I cannot allow myself to fall prey to any more embarrassment, miiii.

Andre's gaze fell upon that of the woman and her mount as she struggled to tear it away from stream. The chocobo itself seemed far too interested in playing about in the water, kicking up glistening droplets as it did so, perhaps simply seeking to relieve itself from the heat of the day. He let out a mild chuckle as Keru inquired to his knowledge about the beasts, once again drawing his hand out and allowing himself to pet the creature. "I am not fortunate enough to label myself an expert - though I have plenty of experience with them at least" he answers the miqo'te while drawing nearer to the animal, now gripping it gently with both hands in attempt to both comfort it and display his trustworthiness. Truthfully, seeing the animal made him feel somewhat nostalgic as he briefly thought back to his own chocobo that he had left back in Ul'dah. He stared blankly at the creature for a moment as he idled in thought before snapping back to reality. He continued petting it, all the while slowly drawing closer to his front end. He softly slid his hands soothingly across its coat and along its ruffled neck before finally bringing them up to meet with the animal's beak as he came to stand before it, stream water gently trickling against his leather boots as he did so. "Like anything, they all come with different personalities. If I were to guess then I'd say this handsome steed is a little on the mischievous side" he continues while scratching the side of the chocobo's face playfully, bemused by the animal entirely. "A bit of a handful at times perhaps, but I find such personalities all the more amusing" he adds as he turns his gaze to meet with Keru's, hoping that he had shed some light on the matter before, after a brief pause, looking towards the female, keenly interested in what she might have to say.

Tarquin smiled menacingly to himself as he continued charging towards Lorielle. His pace was brisk but not quite as fast as Tobias'. He was no fool, however. His authenticity had no reason to be pulled into question for he did not hold back enough to allow his motives to fall under suspicion. His heavy boots splashed through the various, muddy pools that littered the ground around them, kicking up water as he did so. The sound from Tobias giving chase could also be heard, the tempo more brisk however. Tarquin needn't have even peered backwards to confirm the distance, for the echoing sounds growing closer and louder gave enough information for him to pinpoint Tobias' position accurately. Lorielle's channeling was taking longer than expected. Were he to guess, she was waiting for the right moment, for him to draw just close enough to make the most out of her next cast. Tarquin's smile only grew wider with this observation, letting out a pleased grunt as he did so. *tap tap tap tap tap tap* *taptaptap tap taptap tap* The distance as they both charged together in Lorielle's direction almost seemed of great magnitude as so many thoughts raced together within a short space of time. Alas, the moment was almost upon them. ("Just a little closer") Tarquin thought silently to himself as he raised his weapon up, priming it ready to quickly deliver a clean swipe through the conjurer as if to use the momentum to aid the power of the strike. ("Almost..........THERE") Tarquin propelled himself marginally into the air, quickly drawing both legs closely together before slamming them back into the ground, wide and angled to bring himself to an abrupt stop. It took only a second for him to claim total balance. He used that insignificant down time to twist at the waist and draw his sword far behind himself in preparation to deliver a swift strike straight to Tobias' body right at the moment he drew within range. Tarquin narrowed his predatory eyes as he prepared to swing. A vicious smirk coupled with his relentless, hawk-eyed stare revealed a sadistic enthusiasm for the imminent blow he would soon deliver to his rival. A sharp exhale announced the moment he released his restraint on the weapon. Like a current of electricity traveling throughout his body, a ripple of changes swiftly radiated outwards from his core. His pupils suddenly constricted in focus as the muscles in his upper arms tensed and shot in an arcing angle outwards and through Tobias' path. His upper body twisted promptly as it followed through with the arcing swing. The sound of the steel slicing through the young hyur's flesh resounded clearly even through the raging storm, followed immediately after, by the magnificent spray of his ruby-coloured blood that splattered tiny droplets across Tarquin's face and cloak. Tarquin exhaled once more in delight as he took a very brief moment to revel in his success. However, Lorielle was still a threat and would soon react to his actions. He could not afford to lose the advantage. Quickly turning towards Tobias, Tarquin rapidly charged straight towards him choosing to ram him from behind in an attempt to knock him towards the ground. Ensuring a fatal blow would likely have given Lorielle enough time to disrupt him before he could strike, he could not allow himself to get cocky. OOC - Please Read OOC - For Kieaira

OOC: Amadi's desperate swing unexpectedly made contact with the hyur, striking him brutishly as it smashed through his left shoulder and disabled the arm entirely. In truth, Amadi did not expect such an attack to land but the diminishing state of the blonde hyur had rendered him much weaker than normal. The force felt from striking the man resonated through the shaft of the axe and throughout Amadi like the rippling waves through water. He could barely see his target from his still-stumbling movement but a wry smile quickly cracked through that of his formerly, pained grimace. He had the advantage. He was going to win despite the wound he had suffered mere seconds ago. Quickly establishing his grip on the axe and reclaiming his footing once more, the highlander lunged towards the smaller male, briefly oblivious to the pain as he pursued to strike down his prey in a sudden rush of adrenaline. *slice* Amadi glared down at the midlander as he continued holding the axe high above his head. The grin was still present on his face as his beady, black eyes met with those held by the pained, wincing stare of Clavier. Their gaze remained locked together in a moment's silence between the two as all external sounds seemed to have disappeared into the night. A small, pool of maroon-dyed liquid slowly overflowed from the lower corner of Amadi's chapped lips. He coughed hoarsely, yet softly as a tear slipped free from his eye and quickly rolled down the side of his face. His breathing had almost entirely ceased where all that could be heard was his gentle yet agonized wheezing. His grip on the axe weakened and allowed it to fall free from his overhead grip and land with a thud into the muddy soil below. He struggled to hold his own weight as he stumbled a step backwards, followed moments later by yet another. Slowly he turned his head to analyze the wound he had suffered from Clavier's deadly strike. It had slashed cleanly through his left shoulder and cleaved partially downwards towards his chest. His heavy body collapsed under him, forcing him down to a knee as he fought with every last ounce of strength he had left to try and remain standing, but to no avail. Unable to make any sound other than his raspy struggle for breath, his eyes met once again with Claviers before finally collapsing to the ground with a soft thump. The rain water that collected along his cloak flowed towards his upper-body before leaking off into the soggy ground, collecting the darkened crimson that pooled beneath him before carrying it through various channels along the soft ground away from his lifeless body. Lorielle's moment of choosing was mildly unfortunate. Tarquin, in his more alerted and defensive state, was prepared for the next incoming attack, regardless of where it came from. Though he was briefly uncertain of the source, he left no more room for negligence after Tobias' previous display. He dodged left as he heard the crackling of rock rise up behind him in attempt to strike his back. The rock pushed swiftly through the air and clipped the right side of his body, forcing him to stumble softly. The strike was powerful, albeit, he managed to sustain his balance this time. He exhaled sharply, quickly glancing about the area only to detect Lorielle wielding a staff a distance away. She began preparing for a follow-up attack but Tarquin would not allow her the pleasure of succeeding a second hit on him. His eyes quickly traveled sidewards towards Tobias, revealing a sly smirk as he did so before he abandoned the fight and made swiftly towards the conjurer. Tarquin was surely forcing Tobias' hand with such a bold move. He retained his focus on the conjurer as he studied her movements carefully, ready to dodge her next attack when she had concluded channeling. Though she was not his true target.

Everyone has said everything that can be said on it already I think. I wouldn't put it beyond even the best of RP'ers to unintentionally tweak even just the tiniest of details of their behaviours to better suit plans that had been disclosed OOCly though, so as K'dath said, try to be smart with the information you disclose. Choose to be vague or use examples that do not match what you have planned but where the answer provided will help you equally etc. Its not even just about meta'ing either. Sometimes its nice just to leave some surprise and anticipation in the whole thing ^^"

OOC(Updated): The blazing inferno cast an ideal, tangerine light across the area, illuminating almost everything within range of the caravan and clearly revealing the positions of the travelers who resided not too far from it. Tobias had once again attempted to play mind games with the men prior to conflict. It was perhaps an attempt to lull them into a fit of anger and behave more recklessly in combat, even if more aggressively, Tarquin thought. Or was he stalling? What could he possibly be stalling for though? No help would come. No-one would just happen upon this scenario in this weather, especially when they were practically half way from both Blackbrush AND Drybone. Tobias' confidence was mildly unsettling. However, should he truly have sought to mentally destabilize the men then it would all have been in vain this time. Tarquin had abandoned his "passive" approach and was now prepared to engage in battle. No words would sway him at this point nor would they easily disrupt his focus. Amadi on the other hand, though more susceptible, was not focused on neither Tobias nor his words. His gaze remained trained on the elezen who had attacked him. "...?!" "...what?!" Tobias' plan had finally came to fruition, though unknown to the bandits, as a fleeting chocobo passed before both men, startling and forcing them backwards out of its way. It didn't take long for both to realise that the black-haired midlander had stolen this freak opportunity to return a weapon to Clavier. Tarquin cursed to himself as he managed to make out the blade twirl through the air and land securely in Clavier's grip. At the very least, it wasn't his bow, but this had landed the assailants in a very hazardous situation. Not only were certain party members missing from view but the two direct opponents appeared more than capable, possibly enough to fend off their attention just enough to suffer an attack from the flank. Tarquin readied his blade. However, he had barely succeeded to take a single step forward before he was ambushed by yet another surprise. Another loud, squawking chocobo charged Tarquin from behind, causing him to tumble forward into the water-logged mud. The blade slipped free from his grip, forcing it to fall just ilms out of reach. Those mere ilms were enough to determine his assured death, however. Tobias had already acted upon the moment and charged towards Tarquin in attempt to finally subdue him. "Tarquin!" Amadi shouted as he stepped to assist his leader. However, Clavier had already responded to Tobias' sagacious plan and directed his attention towards the highlander. His sudden assault had caught Amadi off-guard, leaving him with very little time to respond. Raising his greataxe quickly, Amadi barely succeeded in parrying the young male's swift upwards slash with the shaft of his weapon though only momentarily. The attack had been far too fast for the highlander to form a proper grip and angle against the blade. As a result, the strike finally struck true causing Amadi's axe to swing free from his left hand as he barely retained grip with his right. Clavier's blade sliced cleanly through his flesh as a consequence and forced the large male a couple of yalms backwards. Though the wound was deep, it wasn't significantly incapacitating. Amadi quickly grasped his axe with his left hand once more and swung the steel-tipped butt of the shaft in Clavier's direction as an attempt to deter the hyur from following up with a second attack so he could seize the chance to reacquire his balance. Should it succeed, Amadi would take the chance to apply pressure to his wound. His hand quickly became soaked in a dark crimson as the blood flowed swiftly through his torn cloak and across his large hand. Amadi grunts, exhaling sharply and repeatedly as he turns his aggression to his new, direct opponent. The pain was severe and he sought comfort in stealing as much time as necessary to tend to his wound. Clavier had hastened upon the moment well, obtaining the benefit of striking the next attack once more. "Shit..." Tarquin swore to himself once more as he struggled to grasp for his sword as the presumably armed, Tobias quickly closed the distance. Amadi had been entirely preoccupied at this point, there was nothing he could do to intervene. Tarquin lowered his head and slowly shut his eyes as he prepared for the inevitable, chilling, embrace of death. "Unbelievable.." he lamented to himself silently in complete disgust as a concluding testament to his final moments and the failures that had ensnared him. -.....- -.....- *KLANG* *shuffle* [align=left]*Fwathump* ((Oh god... that onomatopeia...)) [/align] "....?" Time seemed to have stood still at that particular moment. Was he alive? Was he dead? Amadi could not have possibly delayed Tobias' strike. He had to be dead. Tarquin remained idle in his thoughts for what seemed like forever before he finally raised his head slowly to investigate the situation and the source of the peculiar noises. His eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed Senaca standing defiantly between him and a momentarily debilitated Tobias. Having being encapsulated in the quickly ensuing events that had led up to the chocobo attack, he had completely forgotten about his ace-in-the-hole. Senaca, the female highlander whom he had initially planned to either capture the second female or one of the archers, had taken upon her own initiative to emerge from the shadows and spare Tarquin the precious seconds he needed to scramble towards his sword and reclaim it securely within his grip. Regardless of Tobias' skill, her speed and agility had surely proven enough to fend off his attack in the time it took for her to emerge from the shadows and stand between him and his target. Tarquin hesitated briefly as he struggled to grasp the situation before finally realising what had happened. While he quickly struggled towards his weapon, Senaca continued remaining vigilant and primed should her attack have proven ill-landed, as uncommon as that was for the warrior. A lock of coral-red hair hung loosely across her shadowed, hazelnut eyes as they met briefly with those of Tobias. Though both her daggers were posed ready before her, she had refused to use them against the unarmed midlander. Rather, the 'klang' noise had been created solely by herself clashing both blades together to serve as a momentary deterrent, one to enunciate her sudden presence before Tarquin that would result in Tobias instinctively slowing or attempting to halt his charge. She wasted no time in immediately countering him with a nimble yet powerful reverse roundhouse kick towards his chest in attempt to both wind and briefly disable him. Her swift thinking had saved Tarquin's life, buying him sufficient time to fully reclaim himself. Tarquin clambered to his feet messily as he hastily grabbed a hold of the lifeline Senaca had offered him. His eyes quickly traveled to the back of her hood as he sought to collect his thoughts. "The others... take care of them and protect our flank" Tarquin instructed in a hoarse and shaky voice as he threw his blade to the side as a means of directing his companion towards the direction of the caravan. He displayed no desire to show his due gratitude towards his silent guardian. Turning her head over her shoulder to offer a brief nod, Senaca quickly departed, sprinting off into the darkness to better make use of a stealthy ambush once more for when she would locate the targets that had disappeared from view. Tarquin steadied himself, training his glare once more on Tobias and the chocobo that had rendezvoused alongside him. "Cute.." he sneered as he studied both man and beast, though it was likely inaudible above the roaring storm. Tobias had proven anything but foolish nor a man for bluffs. However, this time Tarquin was alert and ready. He would not succumb to any more tricks so easily. He formed a defensive stance this time, deciding to allow Tobias or his pet to make the next move this time, much like Amadi.

A rogue, though pleasing breeze brushed softly across K'nihqa's face as she exited her tent alone and began making her way towards the centre of the camp. Casually drawing her hand up towards her face, she arced her fingers loosely together to serve as a makeshift comb before gently brushing them across the side of her face, capturing the loose strands of hair that hung low by her cheeks and tucking them nimbly amongst the main volume. The compacted, sun-baked sand beneath her feet shifted and crunched softly with each stride she took and was the only sound that could be heard with exception to the distant crackling of the fire. No chattering nor any noisy shuffling from nearby tents. It produced an eerie feeling, one that would only develop as the morning progressed. As she reached the centre of the camp and drew closer to the fire, K'nihqa smiled softly in a brief moment where she caught eyes with K'mih, her daughter's "other half" as she liked to jest, before twirling her tail around her thigh carefully and allowing herself to sit next to the young miqo'te. She nodded modestly to K'mihgazu as she seated herself quietly while permitting her eyes to look about her, studying all of the faces that had already arrived and predicting ahead of time who would be the most vocal when it came to voicing concerns. "This will surely make for a long day" she sighed to no-one in particular while folding her arms snugly across her chest and crossing her legs. Her eyes traveled upwards to greet the sun as it slowly rose higher and higher into the sky. The air grew increasingly heavy and warm as a result, not that it was anything unusual for the tribal miqo'te, but it carried with it a precarious feeling. An irregular uneasiness that led K'nihqa, at least, to harbour a perturbed feeling that the meeting and all events that it would incur would give cause to a great deal of conflict and anxiety amongst the tribekin. She sighed again, this time more quietly and directed to no-one but herself. "As if things weren't fragile enough" she whispered to herself, though not quiet enough for it not to be overheard.

Oh, please, please consider becoming involved with our Moonkeeper side! I'd love to get the chance to meet you in RP. My miqo'te and yours likely won't get along too well since you declared she has a sour opinion about Sunseekers(and I think this will only reinforce her notion against Moonkeepers since she we have been taught not to trust them) but if they were in a situation where they were encouraged/"forced" to meet continuously then it could turn out interesting ^^" If that doesn't work I could try and see if any of my hy'urs could work with you. My only fear is(and this applies to my miqo'te too) that they might be a bit boring or stale for you. I am not very knowledgeable about lore after all.

"But instead, I find merely feeble bandits." Tarquin's expression quickly drew into a scowl as the midlander chose to test his luck even further. A brief thought, however, occurred to the bandit leader just in time to prevent him from cutting Tobias off in a flash of bitter anger. Was he intentionally trying to aggravate in hope of distracting them from further assaulting the captive elezen? Perhaps, but perhaps not. The only thing that Tarquin felt assured of was that the hyur was working towards something. He didn't seem the type to show rash arrogance nor one to be blinded by pride. Almost as quickly as his expression had turned sour, it became more neutral as he felt adamantly confident in his judgement. Amadi on the other hand, merely grunted and smirked at the man's comment, bemused by his words as though they served as some form of commendation. He was lacking a certain component that Tarquin, on the other hand, did possess. The midlander lowered his weapon once more, allowing it to hang loosely by his side as he relaxed his posture, intrigued to listen further to what the hyur had to say. "I. Am. Garlean." Tarquin's eyes narrowed, his head tilting ever so slightly in surprise at the man's sudden claim. He had no time to ponder further on it before his eyes widened in disbelief as the so-called-Garlean turned to strike his archer companion viciously in the stomach, causing him to heave over, clutching his gut in pain. The black-haired bandit took half a step backwards as his expression revealed no less than utter confusion. His fingers wrapped more firmly around the, bandage-cloaked handle of his blade as he grew more cautious, briefly uncertain as to if the man was even sane. Was this some sort of trick? His linguistic skills certainly defended his claims, rendering Tarquin unsure of what to believe. The midlander remained stunned and motionless for a moment following Tobias' proposal and disarming of the archer. The sound of the raindrops continuing to bounce off of his and Amadi's raincloaks as they stood there in brief silence served as the filler between the occasional roar of the rolling storm that raged in the cimmerian clouds above. "You... you dare threaten us?!" Amadi finally broke the verbal silence, shouting at the hyur with his grip on the female growing even tighter, behaving as a demonstration of his anger towards the man's speech, unintentional as it may have been. "The arrogance... the nerve..!" he continued as he shuffled on the spot, contemplating releasing the woman so that he could charge at the man and strike him down for his insolence. "Enough. Amadi" Tarquin interrupted his comrade's vexed ramblings without removing his stare from Tobias. His glare was unwavering, sizing up this mysterious man in vain hopes of figuring out his motives. His eyes then slowly crossed over to Clavier's neck, confirming Tobias' claims once more. Whatever game the midlander may be playing, he was certainly not bluffing on that fact. Had the cargo not been worthy of retrieval they would simply have taken the females with them in exchange, but a Garlean deserter? No. That was a much better prize. They were, however, not spared the luxury of contemplating the offer. A sudden and loud crash sounded from the darkness a little away from the caravan, distracting the men quite easily. Tarquin's eyes searched into the black void of the night for the male archer he had seen earlier. Surely it was him. The lashing rain did their visibility no favours while they both continued scanning for the presumed mysterious guest, Tarquin carefully retaining the remaining travelers in his peripheral vision at the same time. "Tarquin! The caravan!" Amadi shouted towards the midlander as he caught sight of the female miqo'te in time to see her drop down once again into hiding. It was then that they realised that it had, in fact, all been a diversion. "Gugghhh!!!" Amadi let out a grotesque howl in pain, releasing the female elezen as he lurched forward in agony. Her strike has been quite successful and excellently timed, giving her the perfect opportunity to escape from his weakened grasp. Even had she lingered on the ground following her fall, Amadi still wouldn't have been able to re-secure his grip on her as he clutched on to the site of impact vehemently in a vain attempt to sooth his discomfort. Tarquin grunted in frustration, his eyes following the girl as she made her escape. He was close enough to steal her back had he wished to attempt it, though he knew Tobias would certainly have seized the chance to strike assuming Clavier had not managed to do so himself. Amadi quickly dragged himself up alongside his leader as they made a line of defence, slowly drawing out his greataxe in preparation. His stature was still somewhat hunched forward as the effects of the blow continued to affect him. His expression was heavy, slowly morphing from a strenuous and flustered vision of distress into one of absolute and unrelenting fury. He huffed dejectedly as he locked his eyes on to the female who had struck him. He would not allow her to get away with striking him. Snickering in mild amusement, Tarquin tilted his head upwards in an attempt to project his voice, deciding to exact intimidation tactics once more before he would officially act upon them. "A very foolish move should you value your life, Moonkeeper.... your friends here could have all walked away from this without further harm coming to them..." he sneered arrogantly, his voice tinted with confidence in spite of the tables being turned on them so suddenly. "...Yet now you shall bear witness as each of them die" he continued, spitting towards the ground as he paused briefly. "And I promise you, I will ensure that yours will be befittingly painful" he finalized with a grimace as he took an aggressive stance, ready for combat.

Tarquin lowered his blade, allowing it to hang readily by his side as he took a quick stride towards their captive. He gripped Lorielle's jaw firmly with his fingers and thumb which served as a clamp, digging roughly into her soaked cheeks with a pincer-like grip as he held her head still before him, bringing his face in close once again to address her sharply. Amadi remained ever-vigil however. His unrelenting gaze fixated upon the silhouettes of the other passengers who continued to be bombarded by the heavy rain, ready to respond to any move they dared make while his leader had his back turned. "I liked you better when ya were silent, lassie" Tarquin spat at her menacingly before releasing his grip with a rough jerk. He spared the elezen no mercy for her humble plea, little did he fear that they would actually accept her terms however. Tarquin swiftly raised his hand, delivering a harsh strike across the woman's face to serve as reminder of her position in this situation before returning his glare to the onlookers, slowly raising his sword back up to the woman's neck. This time however, barely making contact with her skin. His eyes fell upon Clavier, the male.. the archer who had requested to know their intentions. Tarquin raised his chin smugly as he prepared to speak, though his expression remained solid and aggressive. "If ye all behave yerselves then you might just be rid of us no lesser off than how we found ye. Minus yer cargo there of course..." Tarquin studied Clavier intently for a short moment, pressing his lips lightly together as his glance (moved towards the bow that was strapped against his body?). " 'fore that..." he began as he withdrew his weapon from Lorielle's neck and instead began pointing it towards the archer. "Lay down your bow... slowly.." he instructed firmly, his gaze briefly breaking away from the man at this point as he began scanning the area. He had counted two additional travelers earlier, yet now they were missing from view.

"What's this?!" the midlander retorted as he let out an astounded laugh, an insult to Tobias' courageous defiance towards the mens' appearance. Tarquin quickly drew his sword, throwing it swiftly off to his side as it came to meet with Lorielle's neck at a dangerous speed. He pressed the blade firmly against her vulnerable throat, enough to trouble the girl's breathing but not so hard as to cause bleeding. "You best choose your fights more wisely, lad" Tarquin sneered as a bolt of lightning illuminated the grave scene, followed shortly by a clap of thunder that acted almost as an emphasis of the reality of the man's pending threat. "...'lest you want to see your lady-friend here paint the dirt red" he added with a darker, more serious tone as his expression formed into that of a grimace, feeling almost offended by the man's arrogance.

Amadi saw his chance. Charging forth from the shadows, he made directly for the elezen female who had been momentarily isolated from the group, immediately hooking his arms under hers and linking his hands together behind her head. The highlander's large build was an almost guaranteed assurance that she would not easily escape his grasp unaided. He let out a brazen laugh as he found amusement in the female's startled reaction as she naturally struggled against her unseen assailant. "Save your energy, lass. Last thing you want to do is piss off my little friend here.... he has quite the temperament" a midlander advised the young female as he strolled casually into view. He, like his larger companion, was wearing a rain cloak, the hood of which concealed most of his facial features until he drew closer. His beady, green eyes glimmered like those of a serpent's out from beneath the shadow that cast across his face by the hood. A scar traversing across his right eye was the only distinguishing feature visible to the girl. The rain quickly descended upon them from the darkening sky above. The strong winds caused the rain to lash heavily against the men's cloaks and the exposed female, almost immediately soaking her through and likely placing her in further discomfort. Visibility decreased noticeably, much to the disadvantage of the travelers, some of whom may yet still not be fully aware of their friend's predicament(if any at all). Tarquin drew closer to the female, placing his face within breathing distance of hers, both in an attempt to intimidate her and to ensure that she heard him clearly over the howling wind. "How about you introduce us to your friends, eh?" he said with a smirk before raising his eyes to meet with those of Almadi's. He gestured with his head, instructing for him to proceed closer towards the caravan with their captive. The highlander nodded in understanding and proceeded forwards, forcing the female along with him as he continued to retain her in a lock. Tarquin followed alongside, lagging a little behind as he strutted with confidence towards their targets - brimming with confidence and the feeling of total control.

Oh I know that, but I don't see any potential RP coming from it from his perspective. Like I always say, to each his/her own. Um... I hope I didn't offend you somehow. I was not implying that such a setting seemed lackluster or pointless. Rather I meant that, for my character's particular personality, nothing could possibly come from it character development-wise and it is highly unlikely that he would create any ties either ;;

Oh I know that, but I don't see any potential RP coming from it from his perspective.

*Amused* My character frequents such places but frankly I have no intention of RP'ing it.

-Are there any with characters like the one described in the first observation? If so what inspired you to go that route as opposed to the other? I was, and still consider myself to be, quite new to RP. My first character was a sort of snowflake'd personality female. She had the gentle touch in most situations and only showed her stronger side in battle. I also had a character who had a troubled personality but was ultimately good. I only got to RP her in a single scene though. So with that in mind, I wanted to create a different character. One with a 'bad' or less-than-favourable personality to deviate from my previous two. I haven't properly RP'd him yet and frankly I am a little nervous to. Reason being that I wanted him to be a powerful(not OP, but powerful) character that had built himself a bit of a reputation. I didn't want to trample other people's characters though and I am afraid of people thinking "No, why should my character be easily overcome by yours?" should I try and RP with them. -Are there any with characters like the one described in the second observation? If so what inspired you to go that route as opposed to the other? I wanted to create a character that could both bond with my friend's character and to have a personality that would clash with that of my bad character. I dislike the idea of the 'eternal hero' character as well but I am not opposed to having an altruistic character either. He is in actual fact weaker than my bad character in most regards and I while I see him as they type to rush to someone's aid, he is by no means the type to heroically save the day like an unmatchable elite. I am unsure of the balance in this game/on Balmung but I think there should ideally be some, yes. Variety is king and different degrees of 'bad and 'good' make everything more interesting, especially when you delve into the grey area where you can have someone has good intentions but is willing to undertake bad methods in order to reach that end for example.

Oh, I might add that I sort of dislike quick-paced RP as well. By that I mean scenes where players go from point A to point B instantly with very little to no description of anything along the way. It takes a lot away from the immersion for me at least.

I am open to most forms of RP, kinda dependent on the character really. What I don't like about group RP(larger groups really) is when there are a couple of players whose character I don't agree to(and by that I mean their actions/progression). Normally you can decide that they wont be considered as part of your story, although in large group settings you are somewhat bound to accept everything. Also I have found myself becoming increasingly bothered by private RP in-game. Its nice to be able to read on-going scenes but the whole exclusionary tactic is really disheartening to see. I noticed a group of RPers in Limsa a couple of weeks back who were all standing atop a tower/staircase-styled thing. Naturally I stopped since it peaked my interest. I had no intention of joining but it was one of those curious moments. They were, however, using party chat. No-one else was even around so I didn't quite understand it. Anyways, I participate in random scenes with people I don't know and seek to coordinate scenes with people that I do. I like to have a general direction for each of my characters to be going so that I can build a solid and consistent RP-style for them and feel that I am working towards something, but I am well open to the goals/end objectives changing and being warped constantly of course. Really though, I like maintaining a closer RP with people I know well. My friend whom I followed to this game for RP is my main purpose really as I adore her RP-style and character creation/development. Sometimes I feel guilty imposing my own characters upon her stories but I am horrible in that way I must admit haha >w< I treat it as a sort of core RP. Everything with everyone else matters of course, but core RP is what I look forward to most(?) Does that make me bad in some sense? ;; Would some see that as ill-mannered RP coordinating? And this!

Andre stumbled slightly from his hunkered position as he made ready to move out of the chocobos way should it choose it wanted to steal the hyur's spot from under him. Andre let slip a surprised, half-laugh as the large animal suddenly appeared out of nowhere and began helping itself to numerous large gulps of water. He smiled gently as he slowly reached up towards it's feathered wing, chancing his luck by offering the animal a couple of gentle strokes with the backs of his fingers while greeting it in a soft voice. Should the beast not respond well, he would quickly withdraw his hand and back out of the way if necessary. Albeit he felt confident enough in the animal's presence, regardless of its temperament. The aggravated voice of the mount's owner called out from behind soon after, followed by the brushing of foliage and faint snapping of twigs as she cleared through the shrubbery and made her way into view at last. "An energetic one I see" he jested in a friendly tone, offering the woman a smile and subtle wave with his hand as greeting. His introduction-of-sorts was cut off there, however, as a masculine voice called out to him from the left. Andre returned his glance up-shore to witness the male miqo'te he had noticed earlier now approaching them with a greeting. "Superb" Andre answered almost enthusiastically, briefly recalling the refreshing taste of the stream's natural minerals as he rubbed his hands together loosely. "Not something I was quite accustomed to back in Ul'dah" he added as his eyes drifted across the scenery once more for a brief moment, silently comparing the Shroud with his homeland as a faint smirk grew on his face. "Ah, and a pleasure to meet you, Keru" Andre spoke again as his eyes darted back to the male before extending his hand toward him politely, almost forgetting to return the introduction. "Andre Winter".

OOC Note: OOC Note Regarding New Participants: ("Li'ir?") K'nahli thought silently to herself, her eyes briefly scanning across the crystal-clear, Thanalan sky before falling to study the visible landscape beyond some of the low-lying dunes, as she began to pinpoint their location so that she may direct the man towards his destination. Her thoughts were interrupted by the man's question that he delivered with a smile a moment later. ("Lost?") K'nahli drew her eyes to a brief close as she dipped her head lightly, giving it a gentle shake as answer to the male. She reopened them slowly, her irises shimmering charmingly as the moonlight collected softly against them. "No, we... were meeting with a few of our tribekin further north. We were on our way home when... well.. you know the rest" she elaborated, her eyes drifting away from the male as she reached the end of her sentence. Her eyes returned to him once again as she remembered his second question. "Umm..." she began, her eyes falling towards K'mih as she contemplated the offer on her behalf. "My sis-..." K'nahli started before being interrupted by the wails of yet another person who had stumbled into the area and began tumbling down towards them from a dune, similar to that of the entrance of the male she had just been addressing. She watched the man, her eyes wide in disbelief as he came to a stop at their feet and began rambling to himself in frustration. She placed a hand firmly across her temple, massaging it harshly as she felt a headache beginning to set in with all of the events that had occurred within a short space of time. She was so tired... yet the twelve seemingly would not grant her rest soon enough this night. She paused. Her motion stopping as her ears pricked up firmly in response to the newly arrived male's final uttering. Surely she hadn't heard him correctly. She reopened her eyes once more only to find the man ogling her, or rather her ears, an assurance that she had not been not mistaken. She recoiled in shock, hoisting her arm upwards and bracing it across her upper body as if to protect herself. "Ar-Are... are you kidding me?" she stuttered in response as she winced down at the male in horror, taking half a step backwards as she did so.