Whittledown

Obsidian Hornet was wrestling a fence post into the it's hole when the notice arrived. The letter went unopened for some time, shoved roughly into her back pocket until she was finished with the days work. By the time she had returned to her half-built house that night she had forgotten all about the letter. It wasn't until she slumped onto the thin mat she was sleeping on that she felt the letter and pulled it out. It was crumpled but she did her best to straighten it out before reading it. In a single fluid motion she opened the letter, read through the contents, glanced at the sketch, and threw the bundle into open pot bellied stove to be burned when she made her morning tea.

Maudit making a poor decision: Maudit contemplating murder:

That ship sank in the dock! Hornberry was never meant to be.

Obsidian Hornet & Anais Fleurdevide (Friends with benefits counts yes? >.>) Obsidian Hornet & Gharen Wolfsong Obsidian Hornet & Merlwyb (Canon? Who knows!) Maudit Ebrelnaux & Lucydne Markfyre

SHE DIDN'T EVEN MARRY GHAREN THO? This is true. She decided that Gharen, wonderful man that he is, needed to experience more of life than she could give. So she basically told him "Go on, go play. If you find someone better, good luck. If you don't, you know where I am."

Yep, Obsidian Hornet has retired to raise buffalo in La Noscea. She found her calling. :thumbsup:

Elezen Name: Maudit Ebrelnaux Elezen clan: Ishgardian (Wildwood model) Gender: Male Timezone: MST Looking for?: RP! Friends, enemies, acquaintances, whatever! Does your character fit the 'common' lore of your elezen or are they singular? (Eg. Raised by hyur so does not understand X or Y = singular) Not entirely. I don't want to get spoilery really but he was not raised in a typical fashion. He is not proud of his upbringing by any stretch and his attitudes may not be what is considered 'typical' for an Ishgardian. What are your RP limits, if any? (Eg: no permadeath, no ERP etc) Non-consent is basically my limit. By this I mean injuries, death, whathaveyou without a negotiation first.

Updated 10/9

You wanted to be shipped with Verad? :love: :love: :love: Verad x Oscare 5ever :love: :love: :love:

I just assume that lalafell have a different sort of muscle density than other races. Like the difference between a chimp and a human. A 150lb chimp is about 4x stronger than a 150lb human. So scale that down to get 37.5lb lalafell to be equally as strong as a 150lb midlander hyur. Or some such nonsense.

A moment of mercy at the Shrine of the Twelve

You know, there is a LS on Balmung that would be perfect for you....

Blood and Ash Kin and Smoke spent perhaps 20 minutes in the Castrum. Two moved quickly where more would have stalled. They found the man. The target. The servant of the Storm Witch. Smoke swiftly ensorcelled him before the pair took him and fled. They returned to the home of the Order. What needed to be done could not be done inside. The others could not see what Smoke would do. They found a space outside and behind the headquarters. Kin provided a nearly collapsed piece of wood from the fire. The ash would be needed. Smoke sneered a warning to Kin as she crumbled the burning ember with her bare hands. She cut her palms. Her blood mingled with the ash. A paste began to form. Kin retreated into the house. The soldier's armor had been stripped off, his upper body exposed. Smoke worked a subtle aether under his skin to seize his muscles and paralyze him. She straddled his hips and begain to smear the blood and ash past onto his bare chest. Symbols of power and purity were drawn over his skin. The heart would be stronger this way. Better. Cleaner. She chanted the old words before pressing her thumbs gently to the mans eyes. She could feel the motion of his eyes beneath the eyelids. He was awake but perfectly immobile. She smiled and leaned close, whispering to him in a kind voice. "Servant. You heart belongs to Storm Witch. But now is mine." He didn't scream, he couldn't, as her hand pressed into his chest. Hisses of smoke as his flesh and blood sizzled against her skin rose into the air as her fingers sank deeper. He was still as his paniced heart flailed in his chest. Her hand slowly twisted to cleanly carving out a hole in his chest. Her fingers closed around his desperate heart. She did not let it go still before she pulled. A spray of blood and the sound of snapping tendons and the man was gone. She cradled the heart in her hand, examining it closely before smiling and pressing a soft kiss to the organ. It was good. Pure and clean. Perfect. The ritual would wait no longer. There were preparations to make. The Storm Witch would not escape again.

Are those going to be our Guy Fawkes masks? #OccupyEorzea? I would recommend Mr. Face masks.

Obsidian Hornet: Easy answer is her sister, Silver Shadow. Or could be her mother Frost Lotus. Most likely answer: drunkenly trips and falls off of an airship boarding platform. Wandering Smoke: There are a few possibilities here, most are not actual PC's though. She is most likely immortal. At least until the 3.4 patch when her 8-man Trial is announced.

Songs for Wandering Smoke First song: "99 Problems" by Hugo nmy113gMds0 Second song: "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash ht7mxF9XZiA

Wandering Smoke looking to the flames for guidance.

Had my first event with the OS&R folk on Wandering Smoke. Had a great time! Kudos to the entire crew with the following notes: Kin: Sorry about braining you with Smoke's staff. Emadra: Sorry for maybe trying to set your blood on fire. Ciel: Sorry about the tasing.

The fire burns orange and red and smoke winds into the clear night sky. It is the only light for miles in the desolate waste of Thanalan. A deeply tanned hand reaches out and claws through the smoke. Blackened fingertips curl and two fingers that have been crafted to be more claw at the tip than nail slice through a tendril of smoke to set it loose on it's own. Cloudy eyes watch the smoke for a moment, seeing the gesture and twist as it moves through the air. Another wave of that hand and it is gone and a low, animal snarl finds the air. "The flame is hiding in the fire... but I find you... I find you..." A low voice grates like gravel in a can as attention turns back to the flame. She can see the flame. The flittering flame that dances through the fire like a rabbit trying to avoid the hawk. She needs only to find the smoke from that flame and the path will come clear. Find the flame in the fire. Chase the smoke. It was close. So very, very close. It drew her closer and closer to Ul'dah. To civilization. To all the light and the noise. She hated it but the flame was guiding her now and she trusted it. There was no truth greater than what the flame had shown her in the past. Yet now it played coy. But she would find it. She would find him.

Hornet is going to have to learn about this soon. Last time Roen, Jajara, and Hornet got together for Operation: Girl-Talk it was focused on Hornet and her craziness. This will need to happen again so Hornet can figure out who she needs to threaten.

Somewhere Obsidian Hornet is overcome by the urge to sharpen her axe....

Dawn had crested and the cave groaned with the shifting of matter above it and the flow of the wind through tight spots. The great beast lowered it's head, peering into the half-light just outside the cave mouth. It would happen soon. The happless prey would stumble just close enough. They would hear the thunder, but the lightning would be far to swift to avoid. Motion. The beast sprang into action, four powerful hooves carried it swiftly across the earth. A moment later it burst into the sunlight, it's great shaggy head lowered and it's horns glimmering like the blades of the reapers on scythe. The target was far too slow and it was over in an instant.... "Ow!" Hornet hopped on one foot in her bedroom holding her ankle where her tiny baby auroch, Granite, had slammed into her head first. The tiny bull sat on it's haunches, dazed from the impact for a moment before it looked up at Hornet. "Snrffl!" Announced the beast, gloating over it's kill. "You little butt." Hornet grinned down at her new pet as he clambered to his hooves and trotted purposefully back under Hornet's bed to patiently wait for the next moment to strike.

THE MOST IMPORTANT SCREENSHOT EVER