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B'jaern is a member of the Adders though he's bypassing some PTSD. He's currently MIA running around atm. Most of his background centers around the following units: White Wolves, White Rams, Blue Badgers and though not necessarily part of the Adders the God's Quiver. Feel free to send me a tell to discuss.

Fact of the matter is that there is not a lot of concrete racial defining lore in this game. I've searched high and low for Roe specific lore to no avail and even have an LS of wonderful Roe RPers to keep their wary eyes out for it. Though most times the % of discussion is on how many faces Denn punched or who's the new guy/girl in Hornet's harem:P Even with the concepts of what constitutes "tribal" culture within each race/tribe you're going to get a myriad of opinions that don't necessarily align with one another. That's what causes conflict, maybe people are just addicted to it for the sake of attention, who knows. So are these types of threads really just people wanting to find pedestals for being lore police and dictating to other people how they should RP their character by thumbing down a list of criteria check boxes for their approval into their niche club? If that's their perogative fine, who am I to say no you're not aloud to do that, you're stepping out of the lore box neener neener. *shrug* Could you imagine someone of your same race coming up to you on the street and attempting to define your "whiteness" or "blackness" or "insert whatever racial or cultural" stereotype without getting a rolling of the eyes if not a fist in the face?

I enjoy RPing a miqo'te that really doesn't care what their culture is all about because 1) frankly he wasn't raised within it and 2) there are so many out there in the "you're doing it wrong" club that are too overly enamored with how other people choose to RP their character that they themselves attempt to justify why they are more miqo'te than someone else. All in all the same rhetorical themes always arise within these types of racial archetype defining threads to the point of banality and ad nauseum. I mean honestly, do you really want a collective group who can rarely agree on anything attempt to define you? Lunacy. This is but one of the concepts to my miqo'te's individuality. Do I need community approval in order create a well rounded character? Hell no.

Plot Pricing The initial price of land at the release of patch 2.1 will vary depending on World population and economy. Prices are also affected by location, and there may be differences between plots of the same size. Pricing logic seems to be like a page out of NCSOFTs playbook. "Hey all, we're going to make everything super expensive so you spend more time in game thus reassuring your subscription fee reaches our pockets. This reasoning is based on the higher gil circulation in your market because we were lazy in addressing the RMT issue." But in order to save face..and make pretends... "Purchasing land or housing using gil obtained from RMT (real money trading) or other illicit means is strictily prohibited. Any land or estate hall deemed to have been purchased through such means is subject to seizure." Enter super inflation for everything unless you have multiple crafting classes. /facepalm

If you'd like an invite to the Roe RP LS let Swyrbhrat, Fleeting Dawn, Dennthota or Salty Lake know and we'll send you some chairs to break.:thumbsup:

Sadly for War tanks if you are going to single tank it and not use DF (which is a waste of a good dps spot to be honest), it's best to be full DL. Rock Buster and Mountain Buster will own you without anything else. I didn't set foot into Titan HM until I was over 7k HP and still was taking big chunks due to the lack of mitigation even with Thrill and Foresight on.

Sig Curtis from FMA is my inspiration for Swyrbhrat aka Meat. He's still looking for his Izumi though :love:

RP Roes are like Unicorns, only the pure of heart can see us. We're out there! If you ever see Obsidian Hornet in game feel free to say hi! I hoard them all for myself. You cannot have them mwuahaha! No honestly there are a number of us out there. Stop the by the Bismarck or Drowning Wench sometime. Swyrbhrat aka Meat will be happy to wine and dine you then send you out on some shady mission that may cost you your life.

Meat just wants to be this LS version of Bosley ala Charlie's Angels with providing mini plot like missions for $.8-) BTW he's always available for moral support, if not a friendly snog or punch.

I think it's important to practice what you preach. At times I wonder if some people spend more time analyzing RP than actually RPing to the point where they can't justify their character getting involved in anything and then sit back and cross examine those that attempted to include them in the creative process. Whether it be a questionable theme or whether or not someone hasn't fleshed out their character concept and jumped into a scene prematurely without knowing who their character really is, it should be communicated that they need an out. In truth you need reliable people to RP. Expectations start evolving and then people get let down and question the reliability of that individual. This is how a lot of cliques form. Multi-level plots are difficult to balance if the supporting cast doesn't want to participate anymore because they have migrated over to another plot that they think fits their character more all the while possibly derailing the other one. It's just a common discourtesy that I see happen all too frequently.

An in game dice rolling feature would be nice /random(1-100) etc helps facilitate a lot of RP.

I'd like to congratulate Sio and her team for such a fine job on formulating the theme and group. I truly am intrigued with the concept and may stop by for some bumps and bruises with Meat.

Rping a Roe sailor / Lominsan I sometimes feel I'm RPing a overly large drunken green dwarf.

Character Name: Swyrbhrat Syhrberksyn aka Meat Hells/Sea?: Sea Wolf Gender: Male Timezone: EST Looking for?: More Roe RP Server: Balmung Meat's wiki 2. Does your character fit the 'common' lore of your Roegadyn or are they singular? (Eg. Raised by hyur so does not understand X or Y = singular) Sure, former pirate turned entrepreneur with this butcher shop down the ramp from the Bismarck. Avid culinarian and information broker, he'll wine and dine anyone for the sake of a good tale and or offer RP missions for sub plots if not to get to know you better. 3. RP Limits: Communication is vital for me. We're adults and if you want to involve something drastic send me a tell, it's just common courtesy. I'm pretty open to a lot of ideas but godmoding, metagaming I don't tolerate. EDIT: I have started an all Roegadyn RPer OOC Linkshell called Broken Chairs (Name subject to change) on Balmung. Pst Swyrbhrat Syhrberksyn and or friend request for an invite

Back by popular demand, me running into the login server gif.

The butchering of Vivaldi's Winter via techno....my ears......*puts cotton balls in them to stop the bleeding*:dodgy:

You can send Meat (Swyrbhrat Syhrberksyn) a tell any time if you are interested in RP, I'll be happy to wine and dine ya:lol:. I try to be somewhat of a fixture at the Bismarck considering I RP my Butcher Shop being right down the ramp from it. Happens to be my hangout because people come and go and stories get shared then gossip gets tossed around like free gil. Rumors, wine, custom made food dishes, BBQ oh my. I currently RP an investor who's a volunteer cook, waiter & lazy bouncer there so feel free to stop by. Don't be a stranger. 8-)

Limsa Lominsa (Present Day) With the waning sun dipping behind the Seventh Sage, obscured rays flicker through the shop's windowed door, the hustle and bustle of customers began dying dow when the little bundle of energy jumped off her chair behind the sales counter. She reached for a brush from underneath and commenced stroking her hair, wincing from a knot. She smiled when a tall, adolescent sea wolf lass walked into the sales floor from behind the back curtain. Shrugging at the lallafel she approached offering her hand. "Here give me that" , she said sternly. "Nanomi let one of her hairs drop into a customer's package yesterday." Handing the brush to the roegadyn, the dunesfolk winced in embarrassment sitting back up in her high chair to let her fellow shop mate run through her hair. "When's the boss coming back Skaenstyra?" she peeped. "Maybe tonight, he's in Eastern Thanalan rounding up more aldgoat", the sea wolf replied. A small commotion occurred from behind the curtain as a trio of children came out and cheered in unison, "All done!" Heading up to the front they crowd around the sales counter awaiting their payment. Nanomi halts her grooming and reaches under the desk for three small gil pouches noticing a peculiar leather bound journal bringing it up and setting it onto the counter tossing the pouches to the children, "See ya tomorrow." "Hey Skaeny look what I found." Skaenstyra rolls her eyes and sighs, "You know he can't stand your snooping, best to put it back." "Just a peek" , she returns tongue sticking out. "Ooooh a diary, JACKPOT!" she beams. Her interest moderately piqued, Skaenstyra closes and locks the shop front door flipping the sign to closed and leans over toward Nanomi currently flipping through the pages. "Most of em are blank," she curiously tilts the book up into the air and continues turning the pages until she finds an entry and begins to read it. "Hey it's about us." she squeals in delight. "Give me that," the roegadayn grabs the book looking over her shoulder. "This is obviously private, what if he found your diary", she scolds the younger teenager. Nanomi begins to shuffle her feet sulking when she enacts her usual routine of welling up her eyes and pouting knowing full well that all who encounter this tactic succumb in a matter of seconds. Attempting to turn away, Skaenstyra catches the twinkling of large dark purple saucers with a quivering lower lip followed by a meek sniffle, "Fine!" Placing the book down, Nanomi gleefully returns to the entry and continues to read. 21st Sun of the Third Astral Moon, 1574 "Good day! Found a herd of aurochs grazin and caught me the bull. Now usually I let em chase me down a bit and tire em out but this one was a bit meaner than usual, somethin must a been ere earlier stirrin em up, that's when I saw the smoke plume. After cleavin the bastard I looked over the drop and saw the raid, no patrols in sight. The farms were bein sacked and scores of folk were retreatin toward the lift, that's when I first saw her." Halting the lallafel in mid syllable, Skaenstyra comes to from the traumatic memory, grabbing the book, wiping a tear from her face and continues to read herself. Nanomi consoles her by placing her head on the sea wolf's shoulder listening to her emotional narration. "She was in a fury like I never seen a roe lass and the yellow jacket at the gate was just lookin at her as if he couldn't be inconvenienced." "She wanted revenge. When she crumbled to the ground in tears, me heart just sank and lamented the past life I lived and the atonement that Llymlaen was now hoisting upon me shoulders. I kneelt down to her and gently lifted her chin, simply giving her a nod pointing to a spot where she could watch. I was able to finally rally some of them limpdicked curs on the watch to follow me into the farmsteads and we tore into em like a relentless typhoon. I didn't know the colors the sods wore to tell which crew they ran with, it didn't matter though, after it was all over I waved the lass down and we buried her parents together. I asked her name and though it was but a whisper leaving her lips I knew a Beautiful Star had landed into me lap and I wasn't about to let it dim ever again." Holding back the tears, Skaenstyra looked away from Nanomi wiping her eyes always trying to remain her stoic self. Motioning the concerned, teary eyed Nanomi away, Skaenstyra smiled regaining her composure. "You can continue." Nodding and taking the book, the lallafel turns the pages and continues on. 6th Sun, 5th Umbral Moon, 1576 "Another beautiful day in Middle La Noscea cept the damn goobbue shite coulda been cleared from the road at least. Just thought it was gonna be another usual delivery to Summerford when the angry folk were hustled around all rantin and ravin like their crops ad been ruined by some unruly mandragoras. They looked at me like I be some lawman somehow gonna be fixin all their damn problems when one o em came and poked me in the chest, yes poked me in the chest. The nerve. Lucky I was in a chipper mood or he woulda found is finger up is backside pointin to is common sense. He backed off once I gave em me ol patented Death Stare and took Grymgohta outta her holster. I asked them what the fuss was about and they all complained that their storehouses ad been raided and they caught the culprit not knowin what ta do with it." Nanomi's voice quivers a bit biting her lower lip for a moment flipping the page. "The ruffian that poked me chest led me to a storage shed where they say they locked her up. I said who and they said the rampaging monstrosity that ate all their stores. What could be so damn troublesome I asked me self? So I went to the shed and checked it out and there she was, cowerin in the dark, lookin scraggily. I took her out and all of them idgits began chastising her and cursin so I swung me axe and they all scattered like dung flies and that was the end of that. So I kneelt down and talked to the little ballin bundle." "I asked her why she was stealin food and she told me that her family was lost in a shipwreck along the coast a tenday past and she had nowhere else to go. I offered her some ol style maple jerky recipe an she damn near tore me fingers off scarfin it down. She started ballin again and then looked up at me with them teary peepers all shakin and hungry, me knees almost buckled again. I looked up to the sky and felt the wind at me cheek and knew that Llymlaen ad given me another charge just like before. This lost little flower will never go hungry again, not on my watch. I hoisted her up and we walked outta there with smiles on our faces. She buried her nose into me chest and fell asleep all the way home." "I'd never thought I'd be a family man, but when flowers bloom and stars fall into yer life, the world is just a little less empty. I wouldn't ave it any other way." "I remember that day," Skaenstyra smiled, picking a tearful Nanomi off the floor hugging her. "You're eyes went so wide when you first came through that door, like your stomach suddenly found paradise." Nanomi's sniffles subsided when a large shadow came across the way, startling the sea wolf alike, the two scrambled to put the journal back in it's proper place. "Yer early," Skaenstyra scolded the brute trying to hide a sniffle. "I can be late or early don matter, it's me own damn shop!" he chortled looking at the two as if some mischief was about looking at their faces not knowing the emotional downpour that happened moments previous. "There be somethin I should be knowin?" Swyrbhrat asks, setting Grymgohta against the wall. Turning back to face them, the giant finds himself on the floor tackled by both teary lallafel and now resolved sea wolf lass. "What in the twelve is goin on round ere?" he chuckles. "Welcome Home" they replied in unison, their arms and heads nestled into his burly chest.

Hopefully once 1017 has been somewhat addressed the RP well start swelling up. So far logged in with no ques or errors.

Sounds like your're talking about Greenwrath Definition: Also known as woodsin. Greenwrath is a form of bad karma that non-Gridanians tend to accumulate due to act of living in a style that is non harmonious and respectful of nature. People afflicted by Greenwrath tend to draw nature's wrath upon themselves and are considered a danger to others. Before anyone is welcome in Gridania they must undergo a ritual that will appease the forces of nature and purge them of Greenwrath. Lately there has been a rise in the amount of people entering Gridania that are afflicted by it and concerns are rising. Source Old School reference. tpK3QXSmfFs

The Echo taint......aetherial pathogen byproduct of accessing Echo too frequently and harnessing it via reverse alchemical engineering the afflicted making it more communicable to those who've tapped into it. Or you could treat it like an alchemical induced contagion that attempts to replicate Primal temperance. Sorry just spewing random junk from my bone box.:dazed:

Personally I find RPing weaknesses, quirks, and or habits to be more rewarding than lets say the power grab. My character has a particular affinity for fire but it's uncontrollably sporadic so he just doesn't try to attempt it. I decided to try out THM to see how astral fire would work out with RP not really understanding the mechanics of the class. The issue is I RP that I cannot access the other elements within THM besides fire. The whole mechanic of THM mp management is using umbral ice...which I refuse to use (Ice spell). So i just keep casting fire over and over again because that's all I can tap into, thus draining my mp pool and becoming mentally drained and exhausted. All in all it's just something my character is not good at and I'm perfectly happy with RPing that vulnerability. I just find that having faults is part of being well rounded, though it can be completely subjective and misinterpreted of course. As of now I find playing a supporting role to others stories is fun. If at some point in time we alternate through each character's goals and plots I'll maybe toss something involving my character's story in there but not too often. Subtle, long intermittent character growth/ plot development is more appealing to me.

Right now RP seems to be a bit well....Roxbury. What do I mean by the Roxbury RP Analogy..well I'll narrate using this video listing certain time intervals to express my impression of current RP scenarios that I feel are going on at the moment for me anyways. RP is like a dance, it has to flow, there's timing and rhythm leading to cadence. Of course there are those uncomfortable tangents that get thrown into the mix....1017 for example... Ya sometimes I feel like I'm one of these guys when observing RP..... (NOTE: this does not reflect my personal RP etiquette, so if you get that impression...well that can't be helped.) rJSgpedXBpY (REPLACE DANCING WITH RP) 1. 0:00-0:18s Alright going to a Heavy RP event:) 2. 0:18s-0:31s Wow RP everywhere, everyone's having a good time...where can I somehow insert myself and jump in:bouncy: 3: 0:33-1:02: Send Tell: ((Wanna RP? No? *tries again* ((No? *again* Ok finally some action..:love:Starts RP:love:....then 2 other people come in already while you try to establish a foundation...@(@#!:frustrated: 4.1:02-1:26 OK moving on to next venue, chastising my social awkward approach & delivery:dazed: 5.1:26-1:35 Different event, somewhat more light to medium RP8-) 6. 1:37-2:09 Let's try this again. /em Uses some emotes to facilitate an introduction and ease into it but unfortunately misunderstandings to who it's directed to ensue. Other RPers in vicinity confused and intercept but finally a response! No wait...those two are already RP'ing, you know what F it, I'm just going to interrupt:geek: Damn, just feels like I'm with the same 3 people the whole time- Uh oh kicked out of Host LS moderator. 6. 2:14-2:26 Basically how I feel about IC LS channel RP when everyone is all over Eorzea. It's like texting, only....not really immersive. 7. 2:30- Interrupting an *ahem* intimate RP moment between two people. Gives it a shot anyways. Gets OOC bashed and ostracized. 8. 3:04-3:09 ERROR 90000:evil: "What the hell is going on?" Log back in crossing fingers. No 1017 no 1017. QUE! 3:10 YES. All is well. 9. 3:13 Duty Finder dungeon RP attempts with non-RP people. Spoon feeding them insight into the multidimensional layered onion that is RP, but they look at you like you're crazy.......3:32 well don't know if I just settled or if I converted a non-RP person who might now want to dabble. SCORE!:? I think. 3:39 Ooh I actually got a need on loot.:thumbsup:

*In Bill Cosby silly voice* "You puts da ingots on da anvil and use the touchy touch touch, then the flashy mendamend goes zoobity zip zop and you gets da rivety rivets!" http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_les8q6c42H1qa1xnko1_500.gif[/img] http://seasidetentrentals.com/wp-includes/images/wlw/bill-cosby-meme-i18.jpg[/img]<------- Crafting Failure Sound Effect. Crafting in nutshell, according to Cosby. Actually I agree with Freelance. You can use the following tangents to help facilitate crafter RP. The quality / difficulty tier of the material The location of where the material was acquired / gathered The types of dangers associated with the profession (Splinters, smelling like alumen, the joys of actually skinning and gutting the animal for LW) Using NPC as harsh taskmasters to relate to other crafters Have crafting contests within the same level range / crafting tiers. Profession nemesis. As for CRP roleplaying I sometimes look at Norm Abrams and watch This Old House for good references. In all honesty I'm not going to sit there and ICly point out that your chamfering is horrid and your miter joints need work, or will I?

I guess SE NA's networking dept didn't get a hold of SE's main marketing dept in terms of the whole server population cap / Subscription type (8 chars per server) issue. :dodgy: I think Yoshihisa Hashimoto is gonna have a lot of answering to do come release if he doesn't open up the pockets and invest in better servers. It seems like they didn't adjust the server cap from beta phase. What is the current server population cap anyways? Anyone know?