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  1. Tregarde

    A Tale of Tregardes

    OPERATION SERPENT “You remember what I said about Grand Companies?” asked Ludja to Katarina. “Yeah?” “Don’t make me say ‘I told you so’ when this is over.” “I’ll keep it in mind.” The forces from Gridania were staging their assault on the Garlean railways for Operation Archon. The Tregardes had barely settled in the city when the call went out - every available hand was needed. They signed up and were assigned to an irregular company with the Yellow Serpents. This particular company was comprised mostly of mercenaries, freelancers and volunteers who had little or no experience working with the Twin Adders. Most had already forgotten the official name of the troop, instead latching onto the nickname of ‘Hatchlings.’ As Katarina scanned the scene around her, she could not help but think that they are hatchlings indeed. While most had combat experience, few had worked together, and even fewer had ever been part of a large organization. This wasn’t just a company, this was an army, and they were going to war. And in war, coordination and organization are key. What she had seen so far was, at best, controlled chaos. Though it was somewhat understandable. It had been mere days since the call went out, and much of the organization happened while they were on the move. Training and lessons in tactics were fit in when it could be managed. Katarina had thrown herself into learning all she could, and one thing she quickly realized was how little the past few years of fighting bandits and beastmen had prepared them for something of this scale. The formations and tactics used while protecting a caravan barely formed a starting point for what was needed here. The Hatchlings were assigned to the rear guard, to intercept any Garlean reinforcements, and provide back up to the main force which had moved ahead to ambush the train. They had set up camp in the trees, just behind a ridge to keep out of sight of the rails. Conjurers had performed a ritual to produce a haze to further obstruct them. Excitement, tension, and fear filled the air as reports were spread - the fighting had begun to the west, with Limsa and Ul’dahn forces engaging their targets. Far to the east scouts had spotted a large train on the way. Before the next bell rang the Gridanian side would be engaged in battle. The Tregardes sat at a fire, finishing up their breakfast stew. They looked around and marveled at how differently so many of those around them were acting - some were sitting quietly, some practically bouncing with unspent energy, some were clearly nervous, some boasting and showing off, some few were even napping. The Yellow Serpent officers and support were busy, making sure supplies and personnel were ready and accounted for. Controlled chaos. But not all were content to be assigned to the rear guard, feeling they deserved to be in the front lines where the heavy action would be. Among those, one in particular, was quite vocal in his disapproval. He was called Buffalo, for both his size, large and stocky even for a Roe, and the greyish color of his skin, hair and beard which resembled the beasts’ hide. He carried a giant maul to crush his enemies. And he complained in an even larger voice for the umpteenth time how he was being wasted by being stuck with the Hatchlings. Moire’s ears flattened against her head in a vain attempt to quell the noise. “Makehimstop!Makehimstop!Makehimstop!” “My dear, if it were so easy, I’d have done it a long time ago,” said the lalafell across from her. He called himself only Seseparu, never giving a full name. In the short time they knew him he said he was a scout, but divulged little else about his past. It was clear from training sessions that he was quick and skilled with short blades. Moire turned to her sister, “Kaaaaat, do something!” “Like what? I can’t order him to shut up.” “What do you make of our overly vociferous friend?” Seseparu asked Kat. One other thing that was obvious about him was that he had military service experience, and liked quizzing folks to test what they knew and make them think. In his own way, he was preparing them for the trials ahead. Kat glanced at Buffalo through narrowed eyes. “More muscle and arrogance than brains and sense. The kind who thinks might makes right. Fights to ‘prove’ he’s better than anyone. Can’t stand being bossed around, he’d rather do the bossing. Sooner or later he’s going to get himself killed.” Seseparu nodded with approval, “a fair assessment if I do say so.” Moire rolled her eyes, this wasn’t making the Roe shut up. She then pleaded to her cousin, “Luuuuuu, do something.” Ludja leveled an even stare at her. “And what would you have me do?” “Uh... I dunno,” Moire shrugged. “You’re the one with all the people skills.” “Riiiight. I’ll just walk up and say, ‘excuse me, but your volume and stupidity is rather annoying, would you mind shoving that maul down your mouth?’” By ill timing she spoke during a pause in Buffalo’s tirade, and he heard every word. “Shite,” she muttered as she realized what just happened. A hush fell over the immediate area as Buffalo turned to look at Ludja with a frown. People cleared a path as he stomped to the campfire, stopping to glare down at the hyur. For her part Ludja simply looked up, showing no signs of being intimidated. He paused for a moment, this wasn’t the reaction he was used to. He then spat to the side before rumbling, “You got somethin’ t’ say?” “Oh, I got plenty of things to say,” Ludja said in a conversational tone. She raised a finger and waved it around her temple. “You know, brain working all the time, contemplating aetherological flow and how to best manipulate it so that esoteric energies will produce a desired outcome, and it would be truly marvelous to have someone to discuss such theories with - and I can tell from the blank expression on your face that you have no idea what I just said.” Hushed snickers were heard from all around. Kat, Moire and Seseparu cracked grins themselves, even as they had readied themselves to jump if anything besides words were exchanged. Buffalo glowered, he knew that he had just lost this round. “Think you’re smart, do ya?” “Hrm, I don’t think I’m smart,” Ludja said, strongly emphasizing the word. She continued before the Roe could puzzle out her meaning. “Not that it matters, really. After all, in a battle of wits there is hardly any challenge in confronting an unarmed opponent.” The reactions from those in earshot ranged from chuckles to hushed sounds of astonishment. Already some were taking bets how far the lady could push Buffualo before he snapped, or if she would back down. The Roe himself was getting flustered, he had lost another round and she showed absolutely no fear, if anything she was amused. “That’s quite the mouth ya got there. I could give ya somethin’ better to do with it,” he growled with a lecherous sneer. “Really? That would be lovely,” Ludja clapped her hands. “But I’m afraid I already had breakfast. Sorry.” Buffalo narrowed his eyes as he took good look at Ludja. “Yeah, I know how to fix that mouth. Ya’ve just never been with a real man before.” Ludja glanced at her cousins for just a moment, they were all thinking that he was making this way too easy. “You know what, you’re right. And I’ll tell you what, as soon as I find a real man I’ll send him your way so he can teach you how to be one too.” She finished with a firm nod at the Roe. The audience around them grew louder with their varied sounds. They knew this could not go much longer. Some were surprised Ludja wasn’t paste already. But Buffalo’s mind had found a track it wasn’t about to leave, “Yeah, I think once this over I’m gonna find you. Would’n want to waste someone oh, so pretty.” In an instant Ludja’s eyes almost shone with pure hatred. A moment later a blast of arcane force hit Buffalo, sending him flying back several yalms, knocking down people along his path. Bedlam erupted as people made room and shouted. Katarina and Moire bolted up and planted themselves in front of Ludja. Kat brought her shield up to ward off the reprisal that would be coming, “Lu! What the hells?” “Oh, I’m not pretty,” Ludja sneered at Buffalo as he struggled to disentangle himself from people he had fallen upon. “I’m ugly! You want t’ see how ugly I can be?” “ENOUGH! EVERYONE STAND DOWN!” While the voice could not match Buffalo in sheer volume, it carried with the sound of authority. The crowd died down as the Master Sergeant strode into the empty space. “We came here to fight a war, not ourselves!” “Get outta th’ way, Sarge,” Buffalo growled. The Sergeant turned a withering look upon the Roe. Though the elezen had only a fraction of the mass, the Sergeant was one of the few around who could match Buffalo blow for blow, and win. “You will go and haul logs and forget about this,” he commanded. “Ain’t gonna happen.” “Now!” The tone of the Sergeant’s voice left no question this was an order. The two stared at each other for several seconds. Eventually Buffalo turned his head, spat at the ground, then pushed his way through the crowd. The Sergeant turned to the Tregardes, “You three, go help with clean up,” the Sergeant pointed towards the tents where food was prepared, “and forget about this.” “Not bloody likely,” said Ludja with a sneer. Kat grabbed Ludja’s shoulders and turned her away from the Sergeant, “what she meant was-” Moire stood ramrod straight and saluted, “Yes, sir, Master Sergeant sir! We’re beginning the cleaning up, sir!” The Sergeant grumbled something under his breath then turned in a slow circle. “Show’s over! We’re mustering up in half a bell, so get to it! Go!” The crowd dispersed while the Tregardes began collecting dishes and utensils. Seseparu stepped up to help. “Sarge saw the whole thing, but he’s got his hands full. You’ll have to be careful, that brute isn’t going to forget.” “He’d better if he doesn’t want a bolt to the back.” The implication was clear, Ludja was there as a healer, but in the heat of battle a different kind of spell could be cast and not noticed. Kat turned to her cousin. “Alright, Lu, the guy’s an ass, but did you have to-” “Don’t want to talk about it.” “But...?” “Not. Now. Trina.” Kat sighed and rolled her eyes, then lead the way to the kitchen tent, while Moire looked on with concern. The group had just set down the dishes and utensils they collected when a yelp came from the other side of the cleaning area. They all came around to find a cook scrambling back, pointing at a half uncovered supply wagon. Being the first to arrive, Moire asked what was going on. “There’s something in there!” the cook yelled. They all looked at the cart, just as something shifted. “That cabbage is moving,” remarked Kat. A moment later the green, leafy thing lifted from the cart. “That cabbage is flying,” said Ludja. “That’s not a cabbage, that’s a sylph!” exclaimed Moire with excitement. Seseparu looked at the creature as it rose. “What in blazes is a sylph doing out here?” The sylph’s gaze darted around. It was clearly frightened and disorientated. “Oh wait, I know what to do,” said Moire, then took a few quick steps towards the sylph. Moire then immediately raised a hand, and began to perform a rather comical dance. After several seconds the sylph’s shivering lessened. Moire smiled and said in a friendly tone, “Hi hi. Feel better?” “A-a little,” said the sylph in a high pitched voice. “That’s good. I’m Moire. Who are you?” “J-Jalaxio. You’re very silly,” the sylph said while Moire looked at it with her head tilted almost sideways. “That cabbage is very observant,” said Katarina. Moire turned and stuck her tongue out at her sister, which elicited a short giggle from the sylph. She then turned back to ask, “How did you get here?” Jalaxio looked around, “Th- this one is not even sure where here is.” “You’re on the north-western edge of the Twelveswood,” the Sergeant said as he approached, then turned to the gathering crowd. “Alright, how many times do I need to tell the lot of you? Get! We have a battle to prepare for!” “North west?” the sylph exclaimed in shock. Moire raised her hands and adopted a soothing tone, “Easy now. Take a deep breath. In... out. Now, tell us how you got in the cart.” Jalaxio did as she asked. While his breathing slowed, he told his story at a rapid pace. “This one was so excited to hear we’d finally be fighting back against the mean ones I followed some big ones back the really really big city because now we’re friends and there were so many big ones and one of them saw me and took me to where a lot of big ones were getting ready with their spears and bows and stuff and this one thought this one could guide them back but they weren’t ready yet and this one was hungry so this one went to find food and found a bunch of green leafy things and then this one was full so this one took a nap then it was really dark when this one woke so this one went back to sleep then it got bright and this one woke and this one here.” “Seven Hells, did it ever stop to breath during that?” said Seseparu, his eyes wide with awe. Katarina shook her head, “I don’t think so. I think I only made out about half of that.” Moire turned her head around “Jalaxio is a he. And I understood every word.” “Mo and sylphs speak the same language. Who knew?” teased Ludja. Moire made a dismissive gesture at Ludja and turned back to Jalaxio. “Okay, so, you followed someone back to Gridania, got hungry, found the cabbages, then took a nap... among the cabbages? Then you must have been asleep when the cart was covered, so you thought it was night when you woke up, so you went back to sleep, and just now you woke when the cart was uncovered.” The sylph nodded the whole time. “Can you help this one get back home so this one can fight the big mean ones?” The sergeant stepped closer. “Too late for that. The fighting at Castrum Oriens has already started. It’ll be over long before you could get there.” “What?” Jalaxio was on the verger of panic. “Oh no! What is this one going to do?” Moire’s ears and tail perked up, “You could stay here and fight with us! There’s going to be lots of big mean ones soon, aaaaand you’ll have an exciting story to tell everyone when you get home!” “R-really?” Jalaxio sniffled. The sergeant turned to Moire, “you seem to have a away with our friend here. You willing to take charge of him?” His tone made it clear this was closer to an order than a request. Moire gave her exaggerated salute to the sergeant, “Yes sir, mister sergeant sir!” The sergeant glowered at Moire for a moment then shook his head. “Good, I don’t have time to deal with a new recruit. Well, this just wasted a few precious minutes, dishes will have to wait. Get to your assignments.” “On our way, sergeant!” Seseparu give a quick, proper salute, then turned to his friends, “ladies, and gentleman, shall we?” Moire gave a beckoning wave to Jalaxio “Ooo, follow me and I’ll explain what’s going on!” “O-okay,” the sylph floated behind the miqo’te as they started towards their tent to get the last of their equipment. Luludja took a deep breath and looked at Katarian, “the moment of truth arrives.” Katarina nodded, “So it does.” “Just remember the most important rule out there,” Seseparu paused a moment, “don’t die. No heroics, no unnecessary risks. Our primary objective is to delay, not destroy.” Around them, as people made their final preparations, it was controlled chaos.
  2. Tregarde

    General Lore Questions

    Here's one I've been wondering about - do Qestir sing? Sure, the Xaela tribe do not talk because they believe words are lies, but singing doesn't necessarily have to use words.
  3. I think the problem here, like much in the game, is the lack of information on the subject. From a purely hard-lore perspective... we just don't know. BUT... I think we can make some reasonable guesses. Of course these are just theories. Given the societal structure of tribal Miqo, there must be some sort of stigma against mating outside of the Nunh... otherwise, why even have a Nunh? The question becomes how severe is that stigma, and how severe is any punishment against the offender? Also, would there be any stigma handed down to the child? It's not unreasonable to guess that how severe the stigma is partly depends on the individual tribe, and partly on the active Nunh(s) at the time. Some places may be more forgiving, some may make the offender's life hell - the offender may be shunned in public, spat on, forced to do menial labor no one else wants to do, etc. Likely, in most tribes it's somewhere in between. The same goes for any 'bastard' children. Some tribes may be more forgiving, after all it wasn't the child's fault. Some may make the child's life hell. And, of course, it's possible that a tribe or two may outright kill any bastard. Add in a half-breed, and that's a whole layer of prejudice right there - the game doesn't pound you over the head with it, but if you pay attention it IS made clear there are places where half-breeds are not looked upon favorably. It's quite possible a tribe that would normally be on the more forgiving side might show disdain towards a half-breed bastard. So, if you want to say your character had a rough childhood, go for it. Eorzea is not bleak like Game of Thrones, but it's not a utopia either. There is a lot of grime around if you look.
  4. " Michael-Christopher Koji Fox, who heads up the translation department for the Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn, joins the show to talk about how he joined Square on the day it became Square Enix way back in 2003, his work on both Final Fantasy XI and Final Fantasy XIV, and what it was like being part of the catastrophic launch and subsequent rejuvenation of Square’s biggest MMORPG." https://kotaku.com/what-it-was-like-to-work-on-final-fantasy-xiv-during-th-1828554551
  5. I can't outright guarnatee, but there's a very good chance I'll be able to send my Moire over to sing, tell stories, and generally be her cheerful, helpful self.
  6. Sexism and gender inequality does exist in Eorzea & the East, just not to the extent that it is/was historically on Earth. There are plenty of examples where men are shown favoritism over women if you pay attention. Sometimes it's very subtle, but it's there. Still, things in general are more equal, just not entirely equal.
  7. Much would depend on the context. If someone was being a creep, reaction could be a fist or magic blast to the face (depending which character it happened to), or knee to the groin if the kisser was male. If random stranger at a party where people are having a good time, reaction could range from "what the hell?" (Kat) to an evaluating look to determine if she wants to kiss back (Ludja) to "Oh hey, thanks!" and a quick peck on the cheek in return (Moire) If it was from a friend reaction would probably be along the line of a hug and maybe return kiss on the cheek. If my character was feeling mischievous it could even be a passionate kiss. Chances of passionate return kiss would also depend on drunkness level, if my character likes the original kisser, and whatever the moogles are saying.
  8. Tregarde

    Breaking into the scene on Mateus

    Old roleplayers unite! I'm not exactly young anymore either. Hehe. Welcome to Mateus. We do have a pretty good RP population. The link Neso provided is a good way to keep up on events and meet people. And while the Quicksand is undoubtedly the main RP hub, you can find RP elsewhere if you look. Hopefully we'll cross paths in Eorzeal
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    Returning Casual RPer!

    Welcome to the community. Since you're an EU player, maybe you'll have better luck with RP if you try the Omega server, that is where most of the EU roleplayers are. But if you're happy with Balmung you should be able to find some people who play during the hours you're awake.
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    New for "RP Universe"

    Welcome to FF XIV. Roleplaying is really just a big game of 'let's pretend', and with MMOs we get to pretend with a whole bunch of other people from around the world. Make some good friends and I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun.
  11. Tregarde

    Holy Newbie Batman!

    Welcome to FF XIV. I can't say how big the RP community on Jenova is, but hopefully you find some awesome people to RP with soon.
  12. Tregarde

    Returning Player!

    Wow, surprised no one replied to this yet. Though this post probably would have been better in Welcome or Making Connections, but still... Of the servers you mentioned Mateus has the larger RP community. I can personally vouch that things are pretty good here. People tend to congregate around the Quicksand, but you can find RP elsewhere. For FCs or LSs you can find several listed here in the RPC. Having a Discord account can help also. Hope you've been enjoying your return. And maybe we'll cross paths in game.
  13. Unless that person had connection issues or something came up in real life that necessitated logging out in a hurry - that is very, very unusual. If you see that player again it might be worth asking what happened - it's possible the other player may want to apologize, but unless you're on each others friend lists there's no way to initiate contact besides hoping to see you in game again - but since it sounds like it's happened to someone else you'd be perfectly justified in being cautious till you're certain that it indeed was something beyond the other player's control. Anyway, outside of this one incident, I hope you're having fun. Overall I've found Mateus to be a good place for RP (there's bad apples everywhere, but in my experience there's less of them here than other games I've played). And if you see a Tregarde, feel free to strike up some RP.