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PENUMBRA. 1. a: a space of partial illumination (as in an eclipse) between the perfect shadow on all sides and the full light . b: a shaded region ... Tis catchy! Welcome8-)

Dibs on the hammock above the Tower's chocobo stable.:bouncy::chocobo:

The best way to make them pay would be to simply not purchase their product. Also do people want to risk branding themselves hypocrites for purchasing said product through all the grandstanding fervor or alienate others by denigrating them for supplying intolerant corporate bigots with their money. Sounds like a classic double bind.

I wouldn't mind "cooking" up a few "memorable" meals. :geek: Some friendly dice games after a long day of ridding the area of nuisances wouldn't be half bad either.

Have to say midlander female faces are much better than their male counterparts.

((Thanks. Inquisitors are one of my favorite villain archetypes.:love:

Chapter 4: Face to Face to Face "How far is the stockade overlook Quick Shroud?", she asks inspecting small contraptions at the end of her arrows. "Once we get up the second level auditorium there's an exit. The perimeter extends from a small balcony to the right and left. The left route circles the palisade and lobby, the right one meanders around to the overlook. If anything the guards in the remaining tower should be our primary target. They have the highest vantage point and if they shine that spotlight it's easy pickings." The squad of archers and mages quietly head up the auditorium stares. Gently placing his ear against the door, the hellsguard looks to his lallafel companion dispersing her special arrows awaiting her signal. "Make them count" she whispers to them. Mimori nods, Quick Shroud returns a conniving grin while knocking on the door, sidestepping out of view. With a creek of hinges a metal helmet peeks through only to be greeted by a meaty grasp yanking him through the doorway tumbling down the stairs. An archer lets an arrow fly hitting it's mark before it reaches the bottom. Inching his head out ever so slightly he whispers, "Clear," opening the door for Mimori. "Spotlight?" he asks. "Nope, I can see his silhouette just fine," she lets it fly, the twang of her shortbow triggering two other archers to step through the doorway crouching and aiming at their targets. Silent precision repeats, the shadow of the slumping bodies of tower guards and perimeter sentries alike slowly allow the squad to advance. One guard at the stockade overlook notices a fellow soldier slump over running to check and signaling another but two simultaneous arrows prevent any sort of response. "The signal," Quick Shroud gestures to Mimori ducking behind the concrete balcony wall. Raising her bow, she ignites the arrow releasing it up to the sky. The smoldering wreckage below simultaneously releases another explosion from it's roof. From her vantage point, the rear gate of the carrier bursts forth in a chorus of rabid howls and angry hasted miqo'te berserkers meeting the force that awaits them. A large pillar of fire rockets from the roof revealing a hole of dripping melting metal. A creeping unnatural wail of both babe and mother echo throughout the courtyard. Soldiers surrounding the tortured miqo'te prisoners look to each other babbling with bewilderment and fear. One soldier drops his halberd, running over to climb into to a bipedal magitek construct flicking switches to initiate it's power up sequence. Another abominable scream comes from within. Leaping from ledge to ledge in the stairwell, the spear wielding lallafel and her large companion come to the final set of stairs before exiting into the grotto cavern. Warning shots halt them in their tracks when they break through the double doors. "Ayyaaaa oiy! Hey!," Ola and the others duck looking behind at the bullet indentations in the concrete. With her hands on her hips and a sneer etched across her face, "Trigger happy much!" "Hold your fire morons," Kerwyn yells to his men. Six other members of the group come out from the doorway their hands over their head sighing in relief. "Are we ready to cast off?" she yells to the midlander. "Ready and willing, what's going on topside?" "Unfinished business," Ola yells in reply. "Where's the cargo elevator?" she asks one of the crewman. He leads her over to the controls, "It goes up to the stockade entrance." "I know genius, let me think." Panning the docks and the three piers she notices the two Garlean vessels docked to outer piers. "What about those" she points. "What about what," Kerwyn yells puffing his cigar, eyes widening when the lallafel starts climbing a ladder to a magitek turret. "Wa-wait!" he shields himself. "Hmmm this one?!" she pulls a levers releasing a barrage of heavy ammunition into a vessel facilitating it's watery grave. Her roegadyn ally laughs and climbs into the other turret to do the same. She hops down with a smile wiping her hands together giggling at his open mouth and cigar falling into the water. Scratching his head, "I like your style," he laughs. "Crazy, total disregard for others near deadly flying projectile debris." "Oh hyur up," she snickers looking up at him on the bow. "What's next," he chuckles leaning over. "You have any bomb ash? she squeeks innocently with a mischievous smile. Majhala upon seeing the flaming arrow kicks the lobby doors open leading the charge into the courtyard. She's instantly greeted by the discharge of tank fire shattering bodies into a pulpy splatter of both soldier and miqo'te alike. Crawling back up to her feet from the shockwave, she shakes off the ringing in her ears to intercept the driver before he gets off another round. Two highlander shield mates follow her to engage frothing mouthed berserkers clawing at soldier corpses. Toggling the machine into gear, he blinks in disbelief at the speeding blur running at him. Pistol in hand he takes aim when it rolls underneath the tank. Leaning over he lets loose numerous rounds, then alters sides to look again. "Too slow!"came the chirp from above. He gazed up behind him to see the lallafell clinging from the ivy laden wall jumping down at him. The onslaught of whirling pig tails and spiked fists rack his face knocking him cold. "I'm gonna borrow this. Thanks," she grunts heaving him out of the cockpit. Upon looking down at the pedals on the floor she curses her stubby legs "Really!". Accidentally elbowing a lever the tank lurches clumsily forward. A hiss from behind distracts her, a rabid miqo'te climbs up to lunge at her. An arrow from above lodges firmly in it's temple dropping it back down. Majhala sighs in relief nodding her thanks up to the midlander bard and conjurer watching over her on the walkways. "Move!" Majhala growls in frustration reaching up pounding on a panel of buttons while attempting to press the pedals. The tank rocks back and a roar of flame comes out. She climbs up hoping she didn't catch any of her companions in her line of fire. "Phew." she sinks back into the seat when an ally highlander comes to her aid. Rubbing the back of her head she blushes, "Oops, sorry bout that." The male highlander scowls, "Ok ok you can drive." * * * * * Still clutching a now feral Ba'srm's neck, the inquisitor feigns his sobbing at the swipes from newly enlongated claws. The scene before him could not be more sensational. Terror manifesting instantly from every direction. From the soldiers yelling and the onset of charging rebels into the courtyard, he could feel his bloodlust beginning to peak. From calls of order amongst the ranks to screams of absolute horror that erupt when the carrier bay doors fall over with feral warcries and beserking miqo'te flowing out. "It appears the cavalry has arrived," the fool sobs. The mask begins to swivel transitioning to the red faced Malice screeching and leering down at the snarling warden. Daegon palms the Ba'srms face, when the pillar of flame shoots out of wrecked ship. "Your grace the waveforms have aligned! They're now syncronized," Korvus yells. "Keep recording," he instructs the other researchers. Gazing up to the balconies and walkways he realizes that they're slowly being surrounded. Turning to the vanguards, the doctor frantically toggles their settings to encapsulate his team in a shimmering honeycomb latticed like barrier. Daegon pivots and turns Ba'srm around to face the ship. Metalic echoing laughter comes from the ebony maiden upon the sight of miqo'te leaping upon and tearing at unprepared soldiers running for their lives. Other groups of soldiers return fire and cleave with their halberds, the symphony of carnage slowly entering a crescendo. After the second wail, a blazing blur skyrockets from the hole of the ship landing on the roof. From one knee to a defiant stance there she stood with babe clutched firmly, protectively against her chest wrapped in wreaths of twirling flames. Cracking her neck with a low growl she scoures the landscape for her target. The child's flaming tail flickers and blooms endless bursts of energy enveloping and fueling his mother. He lets out a blood curdling cry bouncing around the courtyard for all to hear, shattering the rest of the windows that yet remain. TBC

I agree. If people plan to RP it regardless if the mechanic is implemented what's the point in taking people out of context, pointing fingers, inserting assumptions that lead to hyperbole and ad hominem just to fit the same narrative over and over. It's a broken record. It's just more deconstructive regurgitation of moot points. In the end if you don't like it, don't spend your money. At the same time if you want people to be sympathetic to your cause, lambasting them with insinuations and shaming labels that haven't experienced the intolerance isn't going to do anything to sway them, it's going to turn them off.

Oh come on Ashren we all know your hyur is a Jareth wannabee! ufrCIwNk1zc

Totally making a LS dedicated to Eorzean Divorce & Family law theme. I expect my LS/FC to be listed under SEs "Threats" webpage in a matter of days.

IMO players would be RPing marriage (hetero/LGBT) regardless of implementation of any in game mechanic. Nothing is preventing anyone from orchestrating a marriage event within their respective LS/FC. Think it's just better to do away any sort of in game marriage gimmick until they get their server loads stable. For now everything seems to be centered around conjecture, hyperbole and ad hominem which does nothing but circumvent pointless discourse.

Hard to play RP dice gaming / gamble without it.

Personally was kind of disappointed with the midlander male facial options. They all kinda looked emaciated and androgynous. They need at least two more facial options that don't look like pubescent doe eyed wallflowers just getting their peach fuzz to come in. Switching over to the highlander and....well that's where they put all the testosterone.:?

B'jaern battle music stdqPT8LvTg Some Pillows Little Busters never hurt anyone, B'jaern & Montari troublemaking music V4pE2EH4Pzs B'jaern & Montari working hard, crafting music and running around doing the courier thing in Gridania (fast motion montage music):chocobo: Wwac6mRHF2A

VI music left a big impression for me. Cyan's Theme UiWN6riD-B0 Dancing Mad (Final Battle) DvinB00KYn4

I've bookmarked this topic. Thank you for the suggestions. This has been my primary road block with wanting to RP in MMOs. I'll be blunt, I'm spoiled when it comes to immersive RP environment because in NWN2 you could dictate the environment and simply server ban someone who suddenly decides to think the rules of etiquette doesn't apply to them or cheat, godmode etc. That's why we were so protective of our server password. Again, appreciate the effort.

For some odd reason this topic reminds me of Gogo from Final Fantasy VI. I agree it can open up a whole can of worms for those wishing to RP gender swapping mimicking doppelgangers. Tread lightly.

Went old school and dusted off Planescape: Torment one of the most underrated games of all time. Good ol Black Isle.

Hey all, This may seem silly but I just had some questions about this image and more structured insight about the relationship between the White Wolves, God's Quiver and Wood Wailers because I have yet to be in any beta phases so those that may know more in game lore please let me know, would be appreciated. As it stands right now my character is currently a God's Quiver initiate after serving in the White Wolves for 5yrs. (hence inexperienced youths). My initial impression is that the White Wolves are the new recruits supervized by God's Quilver and Wood Wailers and then once passing their tests or whatever are then recruited into other factions within the Twin Adders. A unit of inexperienced youth supervising two established units doesn't seem to make sense (the way the arrow points). Thanks for humoring me.:angel: Just making sure I don't need to make any wiki adjustments. http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/images/7/7a/Orderr.png[/img]

Chapter 3: Bloodrage “It’s right around the corner here, don’t rush,” the disguised roegadyn warned a speeding Majhala unable to halt. “Hi there,” the pig-tailed lallafel waved and curtsied to the two sentries distracted by the destruction outside the armory window. “Bye there,” she taunts retreating back around the corner with the two in pursuit. “Time to improvise.” she laughed. With a tune from the other lyrical lallafel already reaching fever pitch, Quick Shroud anxiously traces a pair of runes in the air while chanting and channeling the frostbite in his fingers into a crystalline sphere. Racing clumsily in their armor, the pursuers find themselves within the entrancing snare of the song realizing they’ve been lulled, they were too sluggish to avoid the bouldering frosty sphere coming at them. On impact the sphere explodes into numerous icy stalagmites and stalactites lining the hallway in every direction entombing the guards within. “I hate when you do that,” he sighs. Skipping up to the frozen pair of guards, Majhala slyly winks back at the roegadyn and playfully hip checks the tomb shattering it into a shower of snowy flakes, the two guards falling over in a heap, “Boop!Too easy,” she giggles. Mimori rolls her eyes passing the two and heads toward the armory doors. “Let’s see what we got here,” she wonders opening the entrance. She grins and tosses an oversized pair of spiked knuckles to her compatriot who returns a contemptuous glare attempting to find a way to make her tiny hands fit. “Make due,” she snorts in laughter. The burly hellsguard exits the door,“I’m gonna head back and retrieve everyone.” “Wait, Quick Shroud,” Mimori interrupts fuddling with her newly acquired short bow, “What about the grotto?I don’t think any of us want to be trapped here on this rock.” He shuts his eyes rubbing the bridge of his nose sighing, irritated at the thought, “We can only hope that smelly sea rat wasn’t passed out when the alarm rang." Visions of naked, laughing women of various races taunt him to follow them through the fog. A small twinkle of light leads toward a large velvety tent where luring gestures tease him ever forward. Edges of his smile widen passing through the tent flap at the sight of all the assortments of wines, fruits, jewels and large treasure piles. Enthralled by the gyrating bodies, the suave,black-mustached midlander plops down onto cushy pillows awaited by women with endless pitchers of ale and wine. He laughs as they feed him grapes seductively mouth from mouth, spilling ale upon his chest. A female miqo’te leans over to rub her chest onto his prickly face. She bats her lashes at him her lips pursed about to make her move stopping suddenly redirecting toward his ear whispering “You miserable smelly rotten good for nothing sahagin skat head!” He giggles to himself and whispers back “I haven’t had good pillow talk in a long time darlin. What else you got for me.” He gently clasps her chin and brings her lips to lock with his noticing the resistance and eventually the hard cold smack of a metal gauntlet across his face. “Playin hard to get will get you everywhere pookums!” With the sounds and the haze fading, the disappointing slosh of and smell of the sea wake him from his dream. Alarms fill his ears and an angry large armored and scowling sea wolf female stands before him with his collar in her grip. “I take that’s a no on the foreplay then?” Using her other arm she grapples the hyur dragging him out of the dinghy to the pier. “I’m going to enjoy ringing your neck.” “Maybe yer just mad that I won all that gil last night. How much did you and yer cronies lose exactly?” he grunts kneeling up to stand tauntingly palming a jingling pouch. “I do have one last request; however, at least grace my lips with one more parting smooch before snapping my spine?” She growls and lunges albeit to slow for the nimble but hung over captain who sidesteps tripping her. “Now as for hitting ladies…” he jumps back dodging another lumbering swing looking back to see four others from her group running down the pier to aid her, “..it’s just not my style.” Ducking underneath another fist he back flips and jumps up onto the rigging of another dinghy. “How would I ever redeem my reputation for being a gentleman,” he hiccups breaking out out a cigar lighting it then jumping down off to avoid another grab of the snarling sea wolf. Taunting his adversary with a puffy smoke ring, he looks disgruntled at his cigar and flicks it into the face of the charging roegadyn stunning her long enough to grab her by arm flipping her over his shoulder into the water. “Hands in the air where we can see them," two of the guards command aiming their magitek rifles. Flanking the inside pair, the other the two following join in.“Yea what he said.” “Look it was totally a fair fight, I hardly even touched her….” Arming the rifle,“If it takes a bullet to shut you up then so be it.” Kerwyn smirks at the comment when the two flanking guards switch their target to each of the inner pair and fire. “So be it,” he retorts with a smile retrieving another cigar. “Are the barracks clear?” “Yes Captain. We’re ready to castoff at anytime.” “Good, then I guess we wait for our cargo for now.” “What about her sir?” one crew member asks of the treading roegadyn. "What was that about being gentleman!" she taunts. With a nod of Kerwyn’s head the other guard takes aim and fires. “Overrated,” he puffs adjusting his bandana. Billowing smoke plumes overtake the red moonlit sky of the courtyard, the remaining tower’s search light beaming at the rear doors of wreckage leaning against the cliffside prison wall. The opening crescendo of moaning soldiers, shattering glass and falling rubble begin to spark laughter in the crazed Inquisitor who slowly begins to conduct as if in a symphony. “It’s here sir, we have a signal,” Korvus shouts grabbing one of the researchers portable scopes almost tripping over the corpse of his former apprentice and runs over to his superior. “The waveform,she’s alive.” “Is the stasis cocoon prepped?" the ebon maiden inquires. “It’s ready your grace. Twenty five years of replicating and manipulating the gene and now our reward has finally come into fruition,” Korvus croons. “Yes dear Korvus but first, first we must observe the bloodrage itself. I’d advise you to stand behind the vanguard formation for your own protection. It’s about to get very messy very soon.” “Bloodrage,” Ba’srm coughs, slowly crawling to his knees, “so that’s what this has been all about?” With a snap of golden fingers the guards bring Ba’srm forth kicking him to the ground in front of a conducting Daegon. He reaches down to clasp the miqo’te’s neck meeting the scowl of his sorrowful mask. “It’s all for you and your pathetic rebellion. I want to witness your transformation, to watch any sliver of hope, any shred of identity fade from your pitiful existence, to feed on your sorrow as you become one with her pride.” “Sir there’s another waveform here!”one researcher yells to Korvus. “Raise the amplification and turn on the sound projection,” he commands. The fool muses to the wriggling miqo’te in his grasp, “You smell it don’t you, the smell of sweet inevitability.” “What is…this,” he twitches, looking up to the blood red moon. Ba’srm could only concentrate on one thing, the sweet smell of lilac overtaking his senses. As the projection from the equipment blared, all he could now see was red with an endless torrent of screaming rage entering his mind. “How many are we?” Majhala counts while distributing arms and armor to the recent arrivals. “At least sixty remember they took the miqo’tes into the courtyard,” Ola grunts while looking at the overly large spear. Tugging on a roegadyn’s pant leg, she points at it and crosses her arms dejected. He smiles and snaps it two to accommodate her, the two giving each other thumbs up approval. Inspecting her bow string, Mimori turns to Ola,“Ola I need you to take a splinter group of around eight or so and get to Kerwyn, we’re going to have to secure our escape” “Don’t forget the loading elevator to the stockade. It has direct access to the grotto,” Quick Shroud adds removing his bulky armor and changing into more fitting dark robes. “We should either disable it or keep the turrets on it just in case.” “Leave that to us,” Ola salutes. She nods to her roegadyn friend and six others bolting toward the exit. Mimori climbs upon a center table,“Alright everyone listen up. We’ll split up into two groups. Majhala will lead the ground forces through the antechambers and the auditorium to the lobby to get to the palisade. Ranged group come with me and take out their perimeter sharpshooters so we can get to the inner stockade balcony overlooking the courtyard. This flank should cause enough confusion to rescue the miqo’te and increase our numbers. Remember to stay together and cover each other.” Palming her over-sized spiked knuckles together, Majhala orders her group to follow. “Time to bag us an inquisitor!” A rebel hyur then runs into the armory panting, “The Inquisitor has Ba’srm and something else is going on too, I think they’re torturing the miqo’te, they’re all writhing on the ground screaming. Hard to see with so much smoke.” “Gather to me everyone,” Mimori signals. She directs a hyur and another lallafel to join her in harmonizing an old Ala Mhigan battle paeon. When the melody fills all the ears of the room, the adrenalin begins kicking in amongst the resistance forces, Mimori then nods to Quick Shroud. “Move out!” he orders, the battle cries and the paeon following him through the corridors. TBC

I concur.

FINAL FANTASY XIV: A Realm Reborn Official Benchmark (Character Creation) Tested on:8/6/2013 9:46:02 PM Score:4645 Average Framerate:38.715 Performance:High -Easily capable of running the game. Should perform well, even at higher resolutions. Screen Size: 1920x1080 Screen Mode: Full Screen Graphics Presets: Maximum General -Enable HDR rendering and improve overall graphic quality. : Enabled -Disable rendering of objects when not visible. (Occlusion Culling) : Disabled -Use low-detail models on distant objects. (LOD) : Disabled -Cache LOD data only when necessary. (LOD Streaming) : Disabled -Real-time Reflections : High -Edge Smoothing (Anti-aliasing) : FXAA -Transparent Lighting Quality : High -Grass Quality : High Shadows -Self : Display -Other NPCs : Display Shadow Quality -Use low-detail models on shadows. (LOD) : Disabled -Shadow Resolution : High - 2048p -Shadow Cascading : Best -Shadow Softening : Strong Texture Detail -Texture Filtering : Anisotropic -Anisotropic Filtering : x16 Movement Physics -Self : Full -Other NPCs : Full Effects -Naturally darken the edges of the screen. (Limb Darkening) : Enabled -Blur the graphics around an object in motion. (Radial Blur) : Enabled -Screen Space Ambient Occlusion : Strong -Glare : Normal Cinematic Cutscenes -Enable depth of field. : Enabled System: Windows 7 Home Premium 64-bit (6.1, Build 7600) (7600.win7_gdr.130318-1532) Intel® Core i7 CPU 950 @ 3.07GHz 12286.430MB NVIDIA GeForce GTX 460 SE(VRAM 4050 MB) 9.18.0013.2049 Did you guys make any other adjustments when you toggled Max or did you just let it go? And yes I'm envious of you 9k'rs there I said it. Wonder how I can improve this. Then again I haven't done a defrag or cleaning lately.

I'd thought I'd give it a try and post a bit of a different request for those that have the free time. I was wondering if anyone of our esteemed artists would like to give a go at drawing or conceptualizing a primary antagonist in my character backstory (link below). Caernus nan Daegon a Garlean Inquisitor: Physical description: Basics Ht :6 fulms 6 ilms Wt: 230 ponz Profession: Imperial Inquisitor (Black & White mage) Demeanor: Psychotic Schizo-megalomaniac Faces: Daegon has a helm that contains three facemasks which rotate to fit one of his three personalities. Here are the descriptions of each face: Jubilation the Ebon Maiden: Black metallic smiling female kabuki mask. The eyes are lidless and white (Personality: Seductress, Sadist) White flashing eyes Sorrow the Frowning Fool: Frowning white kabuki mask with smeared eyeliner from crying. Painted tears flowing down past a open wailing frown. Eyes pitch black Malice the Finisher: Malice is depicted as a red and black demon-like kabuki mask with numerous slit teeth (think marlboro teeth like) Red flashing eyes that melts faces. Helmet: Ornate helm that has an opening in the front for a face as well as the rear. No ear slits but there are four distinct metal horns that begin to grow outward when Malice is summoned. Almost medusa-ish. Garb: -White cowl with a white cloak and white feathered epaulets for the shoulders. Armor is golden plated covering his entire body. Some red jeweled sections adorn the center torso and forearms. At the waist is a jeweled belt with a white drape-ish elaborate lengthy loin cloth (not sure if that's the correct fashion vocabulary) flows in the front and behind. Important on the shape of his arms and lower legs: Daegon has gone through so much Magitek experimentation / enhancement that his forearms are elongated more than normal very gangly looking as are his clawed fingers. His lower legs at the knees are fentlocked like a horse or almost saytr-like. Not really with hooves so to speak just beastman-like feet. He has no weapons primarily because he's a caster but he does have 4 (two silver-two black) overly large and spiked vanguard automotons that have the same three faces as he does. They rotate simultaneously whenever his personality changes. Again, just for giggles if you guys have the time, looking forward to what you come up with :bouncy:

Troublemakers. B'jaern and stepbrother Montari.

I guess it comes down to the individual and how they plan to incorporate the RP of repercussions within the community. Are they willing to be ostracized? As a former NWN2 GM there was a jail where if the player's character was caught stealing he would be taken there and would remain for quite a while. There are no such mechanics in this game and to say that the individual in question emotes *you feel a slight brush against your side* and you then get a corresponding tell of "I just took your coin purse" is just meta-griefing to me personally and is just completely dismissed. If people want to be attracted to the allure of the thief concept then they should take into account of every aspect of the archetype, not just the romanticized ones.