K'nahli

My character would. Ahah, I know that a lot may, but in the large-scale I would be really doubtful. Unless the house was inherited, said character is rather wealthy or is an older character who has some background experience to have justified them earning the money to purchase a home of their own, then it wouldn't be very fitting I think. To use myself as an example: Sunseeker: Tribal miqo'te that has no business seeking permanent residence elsewhere. Aside from that, she obviously has no substantial wealth to even do so. Former Immortal Flame Hy'ur: Though wealthy, he has no reason to actually purchase residence in Gridania(where he is currently staying). Who just buys a home on a whim after all? He is not trying to settle down or anything. Very Wealthy Merc/Bounty Hunter: He travels a lot, and though he could buy a home if he wanted, I think he'd be more suited to inns. He doesn't need a solid residence really. Perhaps it may change though. Needless to say, I want a home for all of them OOCly ;w;

Some people in my shell commented on being approached by creepers asking for ERP. I read about such a case on this forums a while back but I imagined it to be totally isolated if not exaggerated or even fabricated. So I guess there's no denying it. Even if I have yet to encounter it myself(bar the FC called ERP), there is that sect that only gives reason for non-RP'ers to be weirded out by us, as J'hared stated.

This will be a great way to have more secluded, tavern/inn-style RP.

But having said that, not a lot of people would really have IC housing, right?

I want a big house... I need to mooch off someone rich..... anyone? Please? Just a little change?

This is annoyingly tempting, but unfortunately I don't think any of my characters would partake in such a thing. Good luck with it in any case, its a lovely idea ^^/

...and this is just oddly random. I hope you have a better experience on Gilgamesh but this is just an unusual oddity that you are allowing to define the entire server for you(in reference to the shell part).

Interesting past few pages to say the least.. I am not impressed at all. However, I won't add my two cents at this point. I've encountered numerous RP scenarios in-game, both in bustling and secluded areas. Frankly though, I don't keep a keen eye out for such things since I cannot participate in them. I am still mostly bound until a certain degree of RP kicks off between my characters and a friend's so I also fall into the category of 'still too early to RP enthusiastically'. As for linkshells, I would insist that you join one. They're simply a surefire way to be where you want to be without having to sniff around for it, as well as being a good way to finding RP scenes you are really interested in and not finding yourself settling with some random scene you encountered elsewhere. I am in a linkshell for European players who(judging from this forum), are not in massive abundance and we have had to create a secondary shell due to the primary filling up. I'm sure that only reflects positively on other shells and FCs, but as I said, I haven't been paying massive attention to in-game RP nor events. I wouldn't be too quick to write off people as being in cliques just because it is not exceedingly easy to find random, public RP. Using myself as an example, I'd actually rather avoid such scenes unless my own RP lead me there. I don't like the idea of RP'ing publically around too many non-RP'ers primarily because of the God awful chat system and partially because I wouldn't want to be seen as a nuisance to their own gameplay if I can help it.

Latency is what bothers me most since it can fluctuate quite a bit at times but I guess there's nothing that can be really done about that. What I ABSOLUTELY HATE is the system where enemies run back to their original spawn zone after you reach past a certain radius, making them invulnerable and having to start all over again. This even happened with a large Fate Boss in the Highlands that was almost dead, only for the person taking aggro to run out of range and reset his health. At the VERY least, there should be a little warning and countdown time to when you have left the spawn range, giving you the chance to return. That said, I still don't think rendering them invincible is fair, it is so frustrating. Also enemies that can hit you with a melee attack when you are nowhere near them... M:H/Vindictus' system is just unparalleled..

Struggling hard not to grunt in discomfort as his wound slowly began to close, Andre rested his head back against the tree, shutting his eyes firmly as he patiently awaited for the process to come to an end. As she continued tending to his wound and after a brief pause, the young conjurer gave her answer, confirming the warrior's suspicions. So, it really had been her. Andre opened his eyes once more as the tingling sensation finally subsided. He couldn't quite make out if his wound had been closed or not through his torn, blood-soaked clothing but the pain had almost entirely vanished and he was no longer losing blood. His expression lit up in surprise as he evaluated his protector's handiwork. He turned his glance to her, only to find that she was already watching him once again, her mysterious, peridot eyes meeting the bewildered gaze of his sapphires. Inquiring to how he was feeling, she continued watching him intently, awaiting his response eagerly and perhaps anxiously, doubtful as she was of her own abilities. Andre gave a light-hearted, yet brief chuckle before returning her a warm smile as he gently reached forward, catching her delicate, warming fingers in the palm of his hand and clutching them softly as an expression of humble gratitude before answering her directly. "I do believe that is the second, if not third time you have saved my life today, milady" He spoke in a melodic tone, carrying through the formalities he would have typically displayed back in Ul'dah, a habit he would not soon break. "I fear coin would not suffice to repay you in the manner most gratifying to you. Howbeit, I am truly indebted to you" He continued addressing her as he slowly clambered back to his feet, her hand still lightly clutched in his, serving as a medium to express his genuine appreciation for her selfless actions. "Pray tell, how could one possibly repay you?"

Heeee... every time I see this topic in the recent posts I die a little inside ;w; Go away topic! Let everything I have read here be false and just in my head! Albeit, I ended up posting again in the end.

K'nahli's eyes followed the elder as she stepped past her, making her way towards the crowd with the help of her staff that gave off a gentle clack against the tough, arid ground below with each stride she took. She couldn't help but smile a little to herself as she continued watching K'atem's back, pacing slowly away from her. She had a humourous and surprisingly energetic personality for her age, one that made K'nahli feel more at ease in her presence. As requested, the young girl began making her way towards the Elder's tent once more to pass on the message to the remainder of the tribe's leaders.

Forefend is a real word, albeit a fairly archaic one. It just means to protect/to defend against. I had a feeling it was but using a dictionary didn't yield any results, albeit I should have checked harder than that. Sorry.

Having said that, one miqo'te asked her sibling when her next coupling was and another complained about the nuhn not fulfilling his duty. Yes, yes... I'm sure being limited to one male who obviously had a significant amount of females to get around to(specific only to Lost Springs) would leave one sexually frustrated in reality, but the fact it made it to the dialogue bubbles strikes me as something that was given emphasis to further reinforce the idea of all or at least one of the following: Enhanced promiscuity among Seekers / Fan Service / Comic Relief Off topic: Having noticed that a lot of NPCs refer to miqote as "kittens", what is everyone's take on that? Personally I view it as a playful term that could be relatable to males calling females "sweetheart" or anything along those lines but does anyone see it as perhaps a simple phrase related to their characteristics, perhaps like... I dunno, calling a male "boy"? I ask because I wanted the opinion of others just in case my miqo'te should be called it in RP. In the case of it being used perhaps sarcastically by someone who wasn't being friendly or just a complete jerk then I'd imagine my miqo'te would respond in annoyance to that, same way a girl might say something along the lines of: "Don't call me sweetheart/honey" Albeit, if people think its just almost like addressing one by their race then she would overlook it.

Well, to keep it short and sweet...! K'nahli Yohko Andre Winter Alex Hawthorn

K'nahli reached her arms above her head, tipping herself on to her toes and extending her tail outwards performing a full body stretch. She smiled in contentment, as she turned to collect her bow that lay at the foot of her bed, carefully placed on a small, makeshift table. It was early in the morning, meaning that the tent was still comfortably cool from the night before. Collecting her bow, she pulled it gently over her head, allowing it to rest comfortably across her body as she turned to leave the tent. As she reached the tent flaps, she heard something rustle beneath her feet. She lifted her foot to reveal a small piece of paper that had been lain at the entrance. Picking the paper up, K'nahli began inspecting it. It was a message. Her eyes immediately fell to the bottom, scanning for a mark to indicate the note's author. "K'ailia..?" K'nahli squinted her eyes as she scanned the contents of the message. Upon finishing she couldn't help but slip a small giggle. "That girl is growing up..." she spoke quietly to herself in amusement. Glancing the writing over one more time, she crumpled it up in her hand before tossing it back on to her bedding. "Even if I chose not to, I guess K'mih would badger me regardless.." she sighed hopelessly as she was greeted with a warm front of of desert air and a beautiful gradient of amber and fading lilac that painted the sky above, reaching as far as the golden dunes on the horizon. K'nahli closed her eyes as she drew in her first, deep breath of morning air before smiling once against and strutting off alone towards the exit of the camp to begin her ritual, morning training. ("We'll see, K'ailia...")

The sun drew higher into the sky as it approached midday, warming the desert air quickly around them. A gentle breeze carried over the dunes that morning, acting as a soft coolant that occasionally brushed against her cheeks. It was a morning like any other, with exception of course, to the commotion caused by K'mana's sudden and unexpected return. K'nahli spotted one of the elders almost immediately, Elder K'atem, sitting by the campside a distance away. The young miqo'te immediately made for her in order to relay the message as her sister had eagerly requested. Perceiving her arrival ahead of time, the elder slowly took to her feet, her frail form struggling to do so. Like most tribal elders, K'atem's face and now-feeble body seemed to tell a story of her past years, a vast range of experiences that only made her all the wiser. K'nahli slowed her pace as she drew closer to the elder, stopping a couple of yalms before the hunched stature of the older miqo'te to bow her head respectfully before addressing the former hunter. "Apologies for interrupting elder, but sister K'mana has returned with an outsider, a sunseeker" K'nahli spoke clearly, brief and to the point. "She has requested an assembly of the elders.." she added after a brief pause, her eyes nervously meeting those of K'atem as she awaited the elder's response.

Forefend - Help Us (?) / Forbid (?) Source: By the by - By the way

Andre brought his eyes to a gentle close as his head remained tilted slightly upwards to face the canopies. The various beams of light that broke free through the maze of branches and leaves above warmed his face, a soothing feeling and one that he welcomed with open arms following his exertions. ("....sit down....that tree") He heard that female voice from before call out to him again. Without the distraction of battle, he now furrowed his brow slightly in confusion. ("Strange") he thought. ("That sounded so... real?"). "...?" Opening his eyes again, Andre turned to face a young hyur girl standing next to him, a serious expression carried through her beautiful, jade eyes which remained fixated on him with intent, mixed with what seemed to be worry. His own changed suddenly in surprise, up until now he thought that that final push of encouragement from when he was kneeling before the Ixal, staring death in the face, had come from himself, but in actual fact... it had been this young conjurer? Was she also the one who assisted in fending the beast off? Andre stared blankly at her for a moment, almost forgetting to respond. "..oh... no.. no" Andre responded at last, offering the girl a modest smile. "It's really nothing, I'll get it cleaned up when I get ba-.." Andre tried to continue, taking a brief step past the girl, only to lurch forward unexpectedly, nearly collapsing to his knees once again. He let out a gasp in pain as he struggled to keep himself standing. No, he was not okay. His adrenaline was still coursing through his veins, numbing most of the agony he would otherwise be experiencing, but even so, he could not make it back to Gridania in his current state. His bleeding refused to cease, pumping out various, continual channels through his crimson-soaked fingers which just barely succeeded in slowing down his draining vital fluid. His head continued to pound from the force of the headbutt he had endured earlier. Though that wound had stopped bleeding, it left him in no better comfort as his dizziness returned and disappeared in short spells repeatedly. "Agh.." he struggled to catch his breath. The pain was slowly becoming more real, burning and searing through his chest with each second that passed. "Then again... that tree does look rather comfy.." he jested, nodding towards the moss-covered, tree truck that the girl had previously indicated. With the assistance of the conjurer, they made their way over to the nearby oak tree. Falling down into a seated position against it, Andre rested his back against the bark under the sheltering shade of the Twelveswood's giant, allowing his unusual guardian to examine his wounds. He observed the girl in silence, her expression eternally focused and serious. Even had he the strength to walk, he wondered if she'd have allowed him to leave. He continued watching her in puzzlement, she carried a mysterious aura about her. One would expect a different reaction from a civilian, particularly one of her age, after having gone through such an ordeal. Though all seemed well now, was she not afraid of endangering herself? Was she no stranger to violence? As for her willingness to assist, she didn't seem reserved or even doubtful. Not even squeamish? She was intriguing, to say the least. Andre parted his lips to speak to the girl who was still seemingly unaware of his watchful gaze. "Were you also the one... who helped fend of the Ixal?" His voice cracked slightly in places as pain slowly returned to him in pulsing jolts of agonizing distress. Albeit, he retained his composure. If at least for the young girl, he should act as though she needn't worry too much about her success or failure with tending to his wounds.

Andre tried to force himself back to his feet, but his body refused to obey his will. His legs felt unnaturally weak and incapable of supporting his weight. It was a surreal feeling. The pain had numbed to a mild burning sensation traversing across his chest and nothing more. How could this mere graze subdue him? (“Get up... fight”) Andre tried to egg himself on,knowing full well that he stood no chance unless he could climb back to his feet. (“You’ve taken worse beatings than this, don’t fall to such a pathetic wound at such a crucial moment”) his thoughts began to cluster together in a unanimous determination to summon the strength to finish the battle. (“Fight…”) (“Fight…….”) The Ixal charged forward towards his crippled foe with a menacing screech, weapon poised forward in attempt to run the hyur through. Andre exhaled sharply in angry desperation as certain death drew closer. However, a lifeline… a barrier of earth and stone rose abruptly from the ground, shielding Andre from the impending attack and briefly disabling his foe. Conjury… perhaps a Wailer? It mattered not though for the man was still alone and in danger. He had one final chance to bring himself back into this fight or submit to the beast’s wrath. (“It is now or never…) Andre continued breathing heavily. The air on that warm and sunny day seemed to suddenly grow cold and painful, stinging his lungs with each breath he stole. He reached deep this time, once again trying to summon the energy to get back to his feet. Could he manage just that much, he felt he would have the ability to continue the fight. It was just that one stepping stone that would power his weakened body enough to continue. (“Now… get up….”) The beast reclaimed its footing, setting his eyes once more on the crouched hyur. (“Stand up, Andre….”) The Ixal lowered its weapon, aiming the tip of the lance once more at him as it began to charge. -(“Stand up!”)- A feminine voice reached him, serving as a final cry of encouragement that rang throughout his head with the same effect as the wails of the Coliseum crowds as he pushed himself slowly, but steadily away from the ground with a strained heave. He barely managed it, but he was finally on his feet once more, offering the creature one final challenge. The Ixal beast slowed its charge out of caution and instead stopped a short distance from the hyur, replacing its charging attack with a safer, thrusting strike aimed directly for the man’s fragile body. His caution, however, was misguided. Instead, he played directly into Andre’s hand, allowing him to counter the assault more easily. Still clutching his chest with his left hand, Andre threw the beast’s lance away with a diagonal strike and followed through with the momentum of the swing to deliver a circular slash to the beast’s upper body. He landed the hit, though the wound was not grave. The creature recoiled briefly in pain but was allowed no time to recover. Andre pressed forward striking the beast’s lance repeatedly as it continued parrying his strikes while being forced backwards by Andre’s persistent onslaught. Not letting up, the young hyur delivered numerous more strikes, continuing to weaken and fatigue his Ixal opponent who struggled to keep up with his rapid and forceful attacks. It was not the most tactful of strategies, but raw force was all he could muster in his current condition. Finally his efforts saw through. The beast, unable to take another beating, lost its weapon through its now, turned-frail grip. The Ixal’s eyes followed its final line of defence as it slipped free from it’s claws and tumbled into a nearby thicket before returning its hopeless gaze once more to the hyur, just in time, to witness him thrust the final, killing blow through its chest. A pained gargle sounded from the creature’s throat as it’s lungs filled with blood. Andre’s stare remained fixated on the creature’s, a fearsome glint flared within as he watched the Ixal’s beady eyes fade until they fell vacant and lifeless. After a brief pause, Andre slowly withdrew his blade from the beast’s body, causing it to fall limp at his feet. The sounds of battle and merciless rage fell silent once more as the gentle melodies of nature finally returned to greet the young hyur's ears, sending him home to the real world. The rest of the Ixal must have had also been vanquished, for all that remained to be heard were the beautiful sonnets of the vibrant twelveswood. He gave the fallen a final, momentary glance around him before tilting his head upwards, speaking once more to the forest with a tone that seemed to be mixed with both surprise and acceptance. “Can not even death taint your beauty?”

K'nahli approached the scene, unsure of what to expect, but sure enough, her sister had not been mistaken, K'mana had returned. She was accompanied by an unfamiliar face, a sunseeker at that, one which appeared to be a little older than K'mana. ("She found one already...?") K'nahli thought quietly to herself, but chose not to question the situation. After all, K'mana's arm was injured. K'nahli took a step forward, about to inquire to the prodigal's well-being only to be interrupted by the girl herself. "Th...the elders?" K'nahli inquired, unsure as to her reasons. This sudden return? A mysterious guest? It was all very unusual and unexpected. Regardless, the girl followed her older sister's instruction. Offering a brief nod of understanding, the girl departed the scene at a brisk pace to alert the elder's to the situation.

Andre’s brow furrowed as he returned both the beasts’ glares, eyes darting from one to the other, analyzing their every step as they slowly approached him, snarling viciously with each stride. Taking on both simultaneously was no mere task. Their sheer size gave them the advantage of strength, even only one of them would have posed a real danger. Andre had been lucky with the previous attacker, but the remaining two Ixal were not going to underestimate the misleadingly, ill-equipped hyur in the same fashion. The cries of terrified passengers from behind him echoed loudly in his head, serving as a reminder that he must plan his next move carefully. It was not just his own life that could potentially fall forfeit should he fail now. Andre tried to drown out the noise, the panicked passengers, the chirping of the spooked chocobos, the clashing of steel and tearing of sinew from the battle occurring a distance behind him, all of it. It became faded, distant, near-absent. He blinked slowly as all background noise drained further and further until all that was left in the world was himself and his two aggressors. *….………* ”..nnghh?!” The nearest Ixal grunted in surprise as the ground began shaking and cracking under his feet, causing him to briefly lose his footing and remove his glare from Andre. The hyur was unsure what had just happened but he wasted no time searching for an answer. He charged forward with speed directly towards the afflicted Ixal. Though it had lost its balance, it would still likely manage to parry any strike Andre were to deliver with its towering lance. Instead, Andre rammed into the Ixal, throwing all of his weight into the blow causing it to tumble over backwards on to the ground. He had no time to inspect the damage but he hoped that he had at least momentarily winded the beast. Andre immediately turned to meet his remaining foe’s glare, but the Ixal was no fool. Predicting Andre’s attempt to take advantage of the situation, he had already begun launching an attack in Andre’s direction. The hyur raised his sword quickly, barely managing a momentary parry followed by a dodge to the side before the full weight of the strike crushed down upon him. Andre winced in pain as his abrupt attempt at blocking put severe strain on his right shoulder. He gripped it lightly with his free left hand, vainly attempting to soothe the pain and numb feeling traveling down his striking arm. The Ixal watched Andre closely, strafing around him momentarily before quickly approaching again for another attack. -- -- The Ixal offered three horizontal strikes in quick succession. Andre responded hastily, taking a step back each time accordingly, throwing his upper body further away from the Ixal’s blade, the sheathe narrowly missing his neck each time. Pausing for a brief moment, the Ixal let loose a vicious snarl as it threw a final, more powerful strike mimicking that of the previous. Andre saw his chance this time. Having regained his footing, he drew his blade upwards to meet the Ixal’s. The clash of steel rang through the air as he managed a successful parry despite his injured shoulder. Wasting no time, the hyur twisted his blade to allow his opponent’s to catch the edge of his steel and slip more easily before manoeuvring himself accordingly and successfully opening the beast’s defence. “…Haahhhhhh!” Andre delivered a powerful kick to the beast’s stomach, causing it to stumble backwards and drop to one knee. Andre rushed forward taking this chance to deliver the fatal blow. He let loose a furious slash with a hate-filled roar as he aimed towards the beast’s abdominum, one that would certainly put an end to the creature’s life. ! “…?” It took Andre a moment to realise what had happened. The beast, despite appearing totally disarmed managed to successfully guard the attack at the last moment. Both combatants' blades were locked togather, faces only a breath away from each other as they stared each other in the eyes. The Ixal’s filled with only contempt and hatred. The beast wasted no time hesitating on the moment. Delivering a shattering headbutt to the smaller hyur, the Ixal regained the advantage. Andre recoiled from the brute force of the blow, releasing all strength he had been placing against the Ixal’s sword. The beast threw Andre off of himself with a mighty heave of their still-colliding blades, causing him to fall backwards on to the ground and drop his weapon. Everything was a daze. The skull-shattering headbutt completely destroyed his senses and orientation. He shuffled and fidgeted against the damp, forest floor as he struggled to reclaim his senses. The Ixal climbed back to its feet and began walking tauntingly towards the hyur. It cried mockingly and it drew closer, ready to deliver the killing blow. Reaching the midlander’s feet, it drew it’s blade up, clasping the handle with both hands as he prepared to take on the role of executioner. Andre’s vision slowly returned, the towering, blurry figure came into a little more detail as it heftily raised its blade, dragging it behind it’s grotesque, horned head. “I won’t…. I can’t….” Andre exasperated, though his words failed to reach his lips as he struggled to breathe. His eyes turned to find his gladius that lay just barely out of reach. He struggled for it in vain, as the beast continued mocking him with blood curdling howls. The blade came searing down, piercing the air with a distinct sound of impending death. Andre’s eyes widened and flashed in anticipation and instinctive response. Tucking in his limbs he quickly rolled out of the blade’s path, the strikes just narrowly missing him and striking cleanly into the soft soil just below where he had been lying only a fraction of a second ago. In a moment of adrenaline-fueled response, he reached for his Gladius and threw a low slashing attack to the creature ankle, slicing through flesh and tendons alike. The creature howled in pain as it crumbled under it’s own weight. Andre delayed little, taking a couple of brief breaths to regain his strength before offering a fatal slash to the creature’s chest. The blow was deep and forceful. Finally it was dead. Andre climbed to his feet. His foe has proved more of a feat than he had hoped but at least he had emerged victorious. He remained on the spot, staring down at the fallen creature as he panted heavily in exhaustion for a moment. His fringe hair clung to the stream of blood that was flowing down the side of his face, from where the Ixal's headbutt had made contact with his forehead. He hardly had any time to recover before he became distracted by the snapping of a branch and shuffling of leaves behind him. Andre turned just in time to see the previous beast he had knocked down a few moments earlier, one he had naively forgotten about in the heat of the battle. The beast threw a winding attack towards the hyur’s chest as it charged towards him. Andre attempted to raise his sword and parry the attack, but this time he was too late. The blade slashed through his clothing and stained the ground with splashes of deep crimson. The force sent him stumbling backwards, forcing him down on to his knee. He clasped his wound with his free hand as he glared up at the approaching beast, still panting with exhaustion. The pain was almost non-existent with the adrenaline rush… but at this point he was fatigued and weak…

Skipping over fallen branches and nimbly evading through various brambles and thickets, Andre finally caught up to the Wailers who had been leading the way to the scene of the attack. Though no sooner had he done so than they had arrived. He immediately began surveying the scene from atop the hill, analysing the impending threat and attempting to evaluate the best course of action, though only for the moment he could afford to spare. Ixals began bearing down on the carriage from its flanks and the path ahead was blocked by more of the beasts, denying all hopes of escape for the defenceless occupants without intervention. There was no time for talk, both Andre and the small group of reinforcements charged down the hill towards the carriage, assuming positions on opposing sides of the carrier. As luck would have it, they were close enough to reach their destination before the Ixal could, albeit there was no time to strategize, hardly even a moment to breathe, before the first of the Ixal drew within touching distance of the carriage, weapon raised high above it’s head, ready to slash downwards at the defiant hyur who dared stand in its way. Andre inhaled deeply, digging his feet firmly into the gritty path, forming a solid stance as he posed ready to counter the beast that carelessly assumed no value in the midlander as a warrior. The Ixal hissed threateningly in contempt as it unleashed a heaving, downward strike towards its opponent. “…huaaaaaah!!” Andre exhaled heavily as he quickly caught the strike with his gladius and used the beast’s own momentum against it, tossing it’s blade off to the side while simultaneously offering a crippling laceration to the Ixal’s torso. It was enough to knock the beast off balance and cause it to twist on the spot from the force, allowing Andre to finish the creature with a thrusting strike through it’s side. The Ixal let loose an agonizing cry in pain as it collapsed before the hyur, falling lifeless among the rotten leaves that littered the side of the path. The Wailers had prioritised the far side of the carriage,where the greater concentration of Ixal beastmen had appeared as well as the ranged attackers which posed as the most hazardous threat to the occupants of the carriage. Andre was alone on the right flank, with two further Ixal looming. They had slowed their approach after having witnessed the slaying of their kin. They readied their weapons fiercely as they slowly beared down on the lone defender, offering him enraged and menacing glares. These beasts would not make the same mistake as the former. Movement from inside the carriage caught Andre's attention, glancing only partially over his shoulder, he addressed the occupants behind him while maintaining his focus on the Ixal with his peripheral vision. “Please! Remain where you are and keep your heads down. You are safest inside the carriage”

("By Azeyma...") A fourteen year old K'nahli rubbed her eyes with the sides of her balled fists as she was suddenly awoken by her noisy sister's outburst. She sat up in her tent as she squinted against the blinding beam of light that pierced through the small opening in the tent flaps, turning her eyes away from it in annoyance. "K'mana is back! She did it!" the happy little miqo'te announced in an excited tone from outside of the tent. Her excitement was evident, even if not visible to K'nahli, from the familiar sounds of her shuffling and fidgeting outside, in impatient anticipation. "K'mih, keep it down! I'm too tired for gam-..." K'nahli paused in her sentence as K'mihs words finally sunk in. She assumed K'mih was simply looking for a playmate again out of habit, something not alien to the girl as it was almost always K'mih who would deny her sister a well-deserved sleep in. She had been out hunting late the previous evening with K'yhaega and was still feeling fatigued from her exertions, but this news had caught her attention. "K'mana...?" Climbing to her feet, K'nahli exited her quiet haven and drowsily chased after the fleeting glimpse of pink hair rushing off ahead of her to join up with other tribekin as they congregated together to witness the return of their sister.

[align=center][/align] "I could walk this path a thousand times and still be awestruck by your beauty.." a young Midlander spoke silently to himself as he strolled through the forest, head tilted upwards in unfaltering appreciation for the massive canopies that stretched dozens of yalms across in every direction far above him, blotting the cerulean sky with magnificent shades of emerald and copper. Closing his eyes slowly, he allowed himself a deep and relaxing breath of the fresh, forest air. The lulling aroma of foliage and tantalizing, yet gentle, sound of trickling water from a nearby stream were almost enough to lure one into a trance. Opening his eyes once more, he gave a quiet chuckle of contentment as he continued along the path. “This way! A carriage has been caught in the crossfire!“ A gruff voice instructed from behind, breaking the once enchanting solace of the hyur's trek. Glancing over his shoulder, he witnessed three Wood Wailers charging past him in formation, weapons drawn in preparation, as they sped towards an attack, no doubt, that was occurring up ahead. "Carriage...?" Andre pondered for a moment if he had heard the wailer correctly. His casual and carefree expression slowly faded and morphed into a subtle, yet distinct grimace as he replayed the words in his head a number of times, the meaning of which slowly began to sink in as he returned to reality. If innocents were in danger then he had an obligation to offer his assistance. Though times were more dangerous now, he was not highly cautious about taking such walks through the twelveswood surrounding Gridania. As a result, he was relatively, lightly-equipped. Regardless, he at least had his gladius with him, holstered by his side. Gripping his weapon firmly, he pressed it in place against his hip as he sprinted off in pursuit of the wailers to aid in their defence of the civilian caravan.