Monadi

Archer has enmity reducing abilities? /can totally bring herself to do that Also, our tanking types have all taken up casting subs so they can hold the aggro. It's kinda funny. :lol:

To whom it may concern: Oschon at-Ta'ih will not be playing on Besaid at launch. As such, we will be withdrawing from the RPC, effective at the end of open beta, as our characters are already rolled on Besaid for the duration of the testing. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to PM myself or any of our members, now or in the future. Thank you for the time spent here and best of luck to you all on your server.

That's kind of true. Most of the people I know did not grow up here, but moved here for college/job reasons.

Oklahomans of the world unite? /lives here, but not from here

If anyone is going to PAX in Seattle next month, holler at me.

My guild blogs/podcasts. http://supersecrettreehouse.fivebean.net/blog BTW, I love the Tsukasa avvie - .hack//SIGN is one of my favorites. I use a Subaru avvie for my Twitter.

I'd sell my soul for Guild Wars 2 early access. Which might not cover it; I hear souls aren't worth much these days, but still.

They don't really need to. I wouldn't begrudge anyone who had a plausible-sounding, but non-canon, name for their character. So long as we don't have anyone named after obviously out of universe things, I don't care too much. But a lot of folks do, and I like to at least be close to canon for myself.

Canon lalafell names: simultaneously cute and stupid sounding. :lol: Think I'll keep my version and consider it a shortened version of Momonadi. /goes off to craft some backstory reason for that

Oschon at-Ta'ih is proud to officially open up the Super Secret Treehouse to the public. You can find us at SuperSecretTreehouse.com.

This is always true.

Hi, my name is Chris Hanson. Why don't you take a seat.

Hey, gamers are actually a pretty diverse group. Some of us even reside in places other than our mother's basement! :lol:

I'm not meaning anything about an individual person's emotional health. I am meaning that it's not good for the health of the roleplay community, as in, it has a tendency to create trouble. Like I also said, whatever y'all do, it's y'all's private business. We just don't support it or think it's a good idea.

As a fun rebuttal that 18+ means ERP, my guild is 18+ for language/topics. Not for sexuality. We're very strictly AGAINST erotic roleplay. It's just not something we do or believe is good at all for the health of a roleplay community. What y'all do is your own business though.

With the sailors that had come to fetch her all talking over the still-constant thunder, Monadi could not decipher what had happened exactly to whom. As she came on deck and her eyes settled on Keletin, however, she sighed heavily at the sight of him. The man had been on edge from the moment she'd arrived, as if he could sense there would be danger to himself. She was not surprised that it had come to pass. Quickly she scampered over to Goliam's side and knelt over Keletin's body. "He is nearly gone," she told Goliam quietly. "Tell them all to back up; we will need space." "GET BACK, NOW!" Goliam shouted over the roar of the storm. He swung his arms wide, several sailors who couldn't hear him being battered back. He jumped back as well. The aether around Monadi's body began to glow lightly, growing in intensity as her mouth moved in time to a chanting prayer inaudible over the winds. As she continued, the aether took on a blue tint as it began to flow from her tiny fingertips that rested on Keletin's forehead into the ailing man's body until he, too, glowed faintly. Slowly the gash began to mend, the skin stretching back over the open wound until there was only a scabbed line covered in rain-streaked blood remaining. Her chanting slowed, and she stood up as the last traces of glow disappated into the thick air. She motioned to Goliam and the others to come to attend to him. Goliam breathlessly walked over, nearly buckling from exhaustion. "The boy." he pointed towards the young Hyur lad who lay in a bloody heap. "Can.. you help the boy?" "The boy..." she murmured, her eyes searching the deck where Goliam had pointed, then looking away again the minute she realized it was Roges. She shook her head. "He's beyond my capabilities," she murmered. "See the body is cared for," Keletin voice carried a steady tone through the storm as he leaned on one of the crewman helping him to his feet. Goliam breathed deep, and pulled himself back up, scooping his pistol up as he went, and shoving it back in it's holster. "Aye, sir." He looked out to the clouds, which, while still dark were far from the same pitch-black as a few minutes ago. "Worst parts over, lads, back to your positions!" --------- The next morning, Keletin approached Goliam, looking much less pale. "The crew says you pulled me from a death with the sea?" "Aye, sir." Goliam said, droping the rigging knots he was working on. "Oh, please, call me Keletin. No need for formalities. It was a brave thing you did and there is no way I can truly repay you." "Well thank ye." Goliam replied, taking his tricorne off, and wiping his brow. "I'm jes' did what I thought I could." His face gets grim for a moment, "Shame about the lad, I couldn't reach his cannon in time, but... that's the danger of the seas, I s'pose. I don' get all the credit, though, the little one, Monadi sealed your wound." he makes a gesture to the small cut that is still visible on his head. "Doesn' matter if I pulled you out or not, you'd be sailin' the eternal seas with the boy if not for 'er." "Yes, I was looking for her as well," said Keletin, "but she wasn't below decks. I thought she may have come up." Monadi tugged on the back of the roegadyn's blue jacket before popping around to talk. "Tall folk have trouble finding us sometimes," she offered good-naturedly and smiled. Noticable dark circles hung under the lalafell's sleepy eyes. "Guessin' the crew's been running you ragged with predictions, mrh?" Goliam asked, a grin on his face. "Mmm," she nodded. "And fear is a powerful motivator." "Fairly sure if they were goin' ter die, they'd 'ave shared the fate of the Hyur boy." He sighed, and replaced his Tricorne. "Well," Keletin interrupted, "I must thank you as well for a debt I will unlikely be able to repay." Monadi smiled and inclined her head slightly. "If ye don' mind me askin'.. why's a man like you on a ship, anyway?" Goliam inquired, pausing before adding, "One who gets seasick, I mean. Don' seem the type who'd intentionally be going to sea." Keletin began to chuckle but brought up a handkerchief clearing his throat. "I usually try to avoid it, but my father wishes to expand our trade with our own line of vessels. As you saw my sister is still with the Knights and it was perfect for her to manage the Limsa side. My father would over see Ul'dan and we could expand from there. Me, I prefer the open road a bit easier on the fortitude. Give me highwaymen or bandits to Gridania over a tempest any day." Goliam's brow furrowed. "Gridania?" He gave a quick glance to his lalafell companion. "...You said ye run a a caravan TO Gridania?" "Yes, sometimes even as far north as Gyr Abania if its during the warm season. I'll leave a day or two after we land just long enough to gather supplies and trade goods." "The dawn does not come twice, Goliam," Monadi said, gently prodding the roegadyn in the leg with her elbow. "Mmh." Goliam nodded knowingly to her, then turned back to Keletin. "..I think there's a way for you to pay us back." He straightened his tricorne, and gave a sigh. "We happen to be working our way to Gridania, you wouldn't happen to have some room for the two of us on your caravan, would you?" "Do I have room?! I'd be delighted to have you both along!" Keletin exclaimed. "It's the least I could do." "Then I think we've a deal, my friend."

Probably should be irc.vanachat.COM, not.ORG, guys.

Goliam stared out at the steel grey clouds that clogged the skies from horizon to horizon. Until a few hours ago, everything had been going swimmingly. The days were passing without any major trouble, save nearly having to shoot a rather tricky Highlander who was playing with loaded dice. "I don' like th' look of those skies." said one of the sailors nervously, surveying the weather. "Aye, an' the little mystic foresaw we'd be havin' trouble, guess she was right." replied another. "Stow your chatter, and get to making sure everything's in order, worryin' about it like some old maid's gettin' us nowhere." Goliam said with a growl as he began climbing the rigging. As he climbed, the winds began to whip wildly, nearly flinging him off. He tightened his grip on the ratline and climbed even further. All he could see were pitch black clouds ahead, and even to his back. Things were about to get rough. "ALL MEN TO YOUR STATIONS!" roared the first mate. "IF YER NOT A DECKHAND, GET YER ARSE BELOW." Goliam began making his way back down. "I can' SWIM!" yelled one of the sailors. "Ye should've THOUGHT OF THAT before you picked this PROFESSION ya GIT." roared another back, barely audible through the winds. Thunder cracked, and lightning tore through the sky. Waves began battering the massive boat, throwing even experienced sailors from their feet. Goliam clung tightly to the mast, barely able to see through the rain and wind. Keletin found his way from his cabin to the main deck carrying a small metal bucket as he clutched the side rail. The sea spray a welcome relief to his queasy condition. The ship rocked violently as he used both hands to steady himself, quickly losing his bucket overboard. --- "Roges, you better get up to the deck," Monadi told the young hyur sailor she'd been doing a reading for in a low voice. "There's trouble in the wind." "The stones told you that?" Roges asked nervously? "No. Be still for a moment." She closed her eyes. "The boat is rocking." Roges swallowed hard. "What if we tip over and everyone dies?" "Then you will meet the twelve a little early," she replied matter of factly, motioning him to the door. She sighed as he left, relieved that she would not have to relay the stones' message after all. He would not have liked the answer; grey and black, both with the symbol of earth facing, was never a good message. Scooping them into her bag, she sat on the wooden floor and began to chant in time to the sound of waves crashing against the side of the vessel. --- "BRACE THOSE DAMNED CANNONS!" roared the first-mate. Through the sea's spray and howling wind, Goliam tackled one of the nearby cannons, slamming it closer to it's port. Quickly doubling the ropes around the cannon and tying as hard as he could. A young Hyur next to him was trying to do the same. "I KNEW I SHOULD'VE STAYED BELOW WITH THE MYSTIC!" he shouted into the wind. His voice was drowned out by a loud cracking, the ropes of the cannon gave way, plowing over him with it's immense weight, and careening freely about the rocking ship. "LOOSE CANNON!" Goliam shouted, trying fruitlessly to run after it. The gun suddenly slammed mere inches from Keletin, sending a massive spray of wooden splinters. The merchant went limp, and slipped over the edge of the ship, falling into the seas. "GOD'S BLOOD, MAN OVER BOARD!" Goliam shouted. The first mate relaying his order, sending sailors scrambling for rope. He quickly pulled off his coat, and pulled his pistol from it's leather holster, and throwing it aside. He jumped onto the railing, the first mate quickly tying the rope around his waist. "KEEP A HOLD OF ME!" Goliam shouted, and jumped in. Fighting his way through the white foamy spray, he swam towards what little he could see of the merchant. Keletin struggled with consciousness and staying afloat. His vision became blurry as blood from his head ran into his eyes and mixed with the seawater. Each breath was more like a drink, one that he did not want. "Is this how it ends?" floated through his mind as everything grew dark. Goliam's arms burned from the strain as he fought his way through the sea, waves battering him to and fro. He continued for what felt like an eternity, but finally felt his hand grip the unfortunate merchant's shirt. He hefted him close, and tugged as hard as he could on the rope. "Stay with me boy." he growled to himself as he felt the tug of the rope as they were dragged through the water by the crew. Eventually the crew managed to pull him up over the railing. He let the merchant down with a loud thump, and looked him over as well as he could through the sea-spray. He had a large gash on his head, and was looking rather pale. "GET THE MYSTIC! NOW!" Goliam shouted the the sailors who were congregating around him.

Ha! That's quite the resemblance there.

You enjoy that Wii waggle then. I really wouldn't mind getting a PS3, but I just can't find a reason to. My TV's too small to really appreciate Blu-Ray.

I had a coworker who did that to play WoW. Got a wireless keyboard/mouse and played from the couch. :lol: