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Costaaaa! Yangh service Bard gear! Totally wish I were a Bard IC right now

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Yaaaaaaaay! I'm so happy you finally got the large house!!! *dances*

The sound of snow crunching underfoot was almost rhythmic, quick and pitter pattering footfalls accompanied by dull thuds, fewer in frequency. The two sounds seemed to mesh, the canvas of endless white underfoot and an even more endless blue overhead. A clear day in Coerthas, how nice. She and Ta'er, the name she'd chosen for the goliath of a Chocobo had passed through a small encampment with a name so long she'd not even bothered to commit it to memory. Ishgardian's and their long winded names. She'd been there before, long ago in fact, before the snow. It used to be green. She wished it still was. With a pause she spoke out into the endless white. "Uwaahh!!" she exclaimed, cupping her ears. She was garbed in a full highlander attire, mittens, tunic, footwear and, what she thought, was the cutest hat known to the tweleve. Though she was certain Leanne would have words on that subject. Leanne. Oh she missed her deeply. More than she ever thought she would. Ta'er snapped his beak playfully at her highlander hood, rubbing his face up against her ears to warm them. "كرا لك. لم تكن صعبة كما كنت أحب الناس إلى الاعتقاد ، وأنت?" she asked, craning her head back to peer into his large dark eyes. His stupid face always made her laugh, he reminded her of Yvelont, the way he stood tall and proud... and looked every bit as silly as he pranced about playfully. Ta'er lowered his head with a gentle Wark, hoping she'd take his offer and allow him to do the leg work. As usual, she declined, ruffling the feathers at his neck and continued on. Leanne. There it was again, a momentary respite from the gnawing cold. She found it odd, as much as she'd distanced herself from her lover... she found herself turning the the memory of her more and more. This was until, the Scimitar at her hip spurred to life. Saif-ul raml wahsh, it was called. The Sword of the Sand Beasts. An odd blade if truth be told. Parasitic and powerful. Her blade... one from her clan's ancient past. The Ghazi min azraq raml they were called. Warrior of the Blue Sands, the ones who wielded these unique blades. Perhaps unique was not quite the right word though now was not the time to speak on it. The blades harbour an extremely rare trait, the ability to devour and store the aether of a dying monster, intercepting it before it left the body for the lifestream. Eight gems there were, set into the blades hilt. One for each essence as it ate and trapped a life force within to be called upon for later use. The sweeping Aksharian text engraved to the flat of the blade burned a bright orange, flowing from hilt to point. This usually meant one thing, there was something nearby that the Scimitar could... or perhaps wanted to devour and lock away inside one of its eight gems. She scanned the immediate area. Nothing. Ta'er seemed perfectly relaxed for once, it would seem he'd gotten used to the blade by now, even after his unfortunate run it with it. Never again will he try to eat a blade that could just as easily eat him! Still the blade burned, informing her there was something near. The last time this had happened she'd ended up combating a giant Sand Worm. Still, if she couldn't perceive it then she couldn't fight it! "Ta'er. Come." she said with a sigh and padded off. The wind picked up as the clouds rolled in over head. More snow. Though she was still on edge, her Scimitar burned still at its engravings. She pushed it out of mind as she spotted something flying in the distance, a small dot against the blue back drop. She watched as it grew larger. Her blade burned brighter and she already knew what was coming. It would seem the blade had an odd tendency to attract its prey, or at least she thought so. No time to waste. She drew Saif-ul raml wahsh, twirling the blade and finishing with a flourish as one of the gems lit up. The dexterous and dance like performance continued as yet another gem lit up, something she'd taught herself to do with the blade, spell-weaving. "الحرس العظيم!" she commanded as spell tore from the blade. "شرنقة!" she followed immediately after. Both spells coalesced, melding together before wrapping to both herself and Ta'er. Support and Defensive spells, her blade's speciality it would seem. Saif-ul raml wahsh seemed to prefer the elements of Earth and Wind which was find by her. She'd acquired a few offensive spells but rarely found need for them, perhaps that would change. The foe came into view, a giant adversary of the winged variety... though, not a Dragon, Drake or Wyvern. Just a very large bird with a large beak. The bird, brown feathered, dark yellow feet with sharp talon's attached descended, bating its wings strongly, whipping up the snow around them and obscuring her view. It hovered, choosing not to land as it seemingly observed its meal. Ta'er snapped his beak, flapping his wings back in a masculine protest to show this large foe who was the bigger man. Silly Ta'er. Yangh took the initiative, flourishing her Scimitar as a blunt wind formed at the blade, circulating quickly as it grew in mass. She slashed twice, cutting at the air as two arced swathes of bladed wind sliced through the whipped up blanket of snow and struck their mark. *Crack-Crack!* "القطع المنجلية!" The attack sounded before they'd reached their mark, clapping like thunder then clapping once more as both projectiles, albeit it long thin lines, struck their target. The bird cried loudly, falling unceremoniously to the ground with a crash, once against stirring up the snow into the air around them. The air settled as the beast drew up to full height, it was angry, it looked angry. It stood maybe four or five times the height of Ta'er, which positively dwarfed Yangh, not that the size mattered in her mind. She was quick, it was slow... albeit powerful. She approached, Scimitar burning in brightly in hand as she began to weave her way through its attacks. A claw swiped, two stabbing pecks, another claw swipe. Ta'er followed, rounding the giant bird from the. Suddenly, a claw attack from nowhere. All the defensive magic in Eorzea wouldn't stop a direct hit. She tried to evade, using her blade to parry off some of the blow. Ta'er clamped his beak at the birds tail, tearing out a chunk before sinking his own claws to the base. Crimson stained the snow as he ripped almost half way through the monsters tail, causing its frontal attack to veer of course and glance her shoulder. She flew, spinning as she went, her barriers, both of them in fact, shattered and crumbled. Gods it hurt, like taking a Marauder's axe right to the shoulder. She dropped with a thud, skipping a few times before coming to a stop. Her head was bleeding now, rivulets of blood tracing the contures of her face and dripping from her chin. Ta'er warked, retreating as the bird rounded on him. He kept a safe distance from the bird whom seemed reluctant to move from its spot for the time being. It would see the thing was both faster and smarter than she thought. Making assumptions, she never used to do that. Yangh got to her feet quickly, ignoring her injuries as she took to a sprint. The damaged tail swiped at her as she approached from behind. She easily evaded it thanks to the damage Ta'er had caused, sliding underneath the beast. She halted, twirling her blade and stabbing it into the ground as she lowered her profile. The bird lowered its head to look beneath it, right as she twisted at the hilt. "تحطيم!" she commanded, the ground beneath them rumbled. Pillars of earth rose around her, creating an unsteady footing and colliding with her foe from underneath. The columns where blunt and fleeting, retracting quickly then shattering beneath them to collapse the ground around her but not where she crouched. She'd have leaped to safety by this point except, unknowing to her, the ground beneath was hollow. In they both went as the earth swallowed them. Yangh was the first to go, smaller in size and less effort for her to fall. She bounced off the walls on the way down, spinning before colliding with the ground below. Bouncing and skipping before she skidded to a stop. She raised her head from its face down position, watching the giant bird fall shortly after with a loud crash. She lay there as everything settled, it was quiet. Rising to her feet, she slowly approached the beast, the sun beaming rays from the surface where it had fallen, herself shrouded in the dark like some menacing assassin. Ironic. It seemed dead but was it? She'd already underestimated it once before. Blade still drawn she approached... then stopped dead. It was breathing. Too late. The bird burst into life, blind-siding her with a wing. She crashed against the wall, knocking the air out of her lungs with a thud. She recovered quickly, lucky for her this place was narrow, had it not been for the terrain she'd be dead by now. She waited for one strike. Her training had taught her that you need only one strike to end a battle. As much as she hated drawing on those lessons she really had no choice. Steadying her breathing, she waited. The bird raised a clawed foot, swiping at her to no avail. After a few failed attempts the bird opted for using his beak and long neck. A good choice... too bad she was ready for it. The piercing attack came, thrusting from its powerful neck for maximum effect. Yangh waited for the last moment, it was slow, slower than she was at least as she parried off the beak, straining against its power as sinew ground against metal. The strain was almost too much, she was never very strong but she endured and finally found the pivotal point. She spun, flicking her wrist to redirect the attack using its own force against it. The beak plunged into the wall, the added sharp wind it had imbued itself with burrowing deep into the rock. She raised her blade as she finished her dance like parry, using her twirling momentum and slashing from her shoulder, diagonally down past her opposite hip. the edge of the blade bit at the neck of her foe, slicing clean through the flesh and bone to sever its head. A great gust of wind spewed from her blade as she finished her attack, the same attack as she'd opened with but this time with deadly and killing intent. The bird shuddered, writhed, then fell dead, gushing a torrent of blood from her surgical cut. The carcass lit up, its glowing essence swirling to the blade at the tip and travelling up the engraved text to a gem. The gem became clear, signalling it was in use. Ta'er descended, crashing against the already dead foe dramatically, crunching its bones in its back with a loud, warcry-like Wark. He pranced proudly over to his master, chest out, head high and posed like he'd saved the day. She shook her head as her blade fell silent once more, dropping to her knees from light headedness, likely from the loss of blood. Ta'er reached down again, this time taking her tunic between his beak without waiting for permission and splaying her onto his back. She obliged this time, reaching into her satchel for a healing salve that she'd acquired from Yvelont. Of course, she'd make sure to tell him how useless they were... even though they weren't. Ta'er sniffed at the ground, finding some tracks in the snow there. There was snow even here, must mean that its an open ended cave system. The carcass behind turned to ash as its essence was ripped from its body, not that Ta'er cared. He set off to find the exit... and some food. He was hungry. Heroes have to eat.

Eeep! That's an ollldddd screenshot you have there of Yangh!

Lovely shot from Western La Noscea! Nahn grumpy! Nahn smash! Fan service! Cute Haaaaaat!

*Perches on Yve's shoulder for a better view* "Don't mind me :3

Sooooo... I spent my gil on this. Worth it. Sorry sphere scroll. >.> Mooncat beach time! And Suncat beach time! Waterfall! Aaaand more Suncat!

Perhaps I should have someone get into that exact angle so i can put her in it... Time for a photo-shoot, me thinks...

Found this old screenshot... still my favourite shot of the burning wall to this day!

It was such good idea at the time, a bit of fun, hell, she'd even convinced herself it was to gain a vantage point. Such a lie, she just wanted to climb the big tree. She had much time to consider her careless grasp as she fell away from the branch in slow motion. Strange how such things always moved so slowly. She wondered, had anyone thought of repeatedly falling from great heights in order to get more thinking done? Perhaps this was a great secret unlocking, if only she could figure a way to make it practical she could enhance her own thought process. Her ears perked at the the sound of rushing water below her. Deep within the shroud as she was and not a care in the world, except this brilliant new method of cognitive function enhancement. Still, she moved away from the branch, or was the branch moving away from her? Yet another odd thing to think on in such a circumstance, adding to all the other odd things she'd been thinking about. "How rude." she thought to herself. Had she offended the branch? Were her hands so unclean? Did she smell so badly? What? She had to know! *Crack* That was curious, she thought, the world tumbling around her. "Oh? Now the whole of Eorzea? Well excuse me!" she thought in annoyance. The pain started, before she could think about it... *Crack... crack, crunch* This was new, more tumbling and pain... her hands hurt for some reason, her vision unusually dull even for her. "Oh. right. Falling. Sorry." she thought, adding the apology to the branch and the immediate world around her for her mistake. Still she fell, further and further, slower and slower. She felt warm, a hot residue coating her face and hands. The pain in her back stabbed at her causing her eyes to squint and fists to clench. Had she really fallen that far? She wasn't that high up to begin with... was she? *Splash* The warmth was replaced with a bone chilling cold, wrapping her slowly as she broke the skin of the water below. It seemed so slow, the fall... but this was quick. She gasped as the cold took her, sucking in air as she went under, taking in a mouthful of water. *Thud* Her back hurt for a moment, the breath knocked out of her, water from lungs and all. The stream, it would seem, was not as deep as she'd deemed. "That rhymed." she mused to herself as her conciousness faded. "Falling is great for thinking after all." All turned black, dark and still, no sound, no light, no breath, no life. A pinhole of light that grew larger, a vice like grip and suddenly, light! Blinding... then pain! So much pain, hands, back, head, legs, feet... and a strong grip. Someone carrying her, dull footfalls against the earth. She passed out again, for how long she couldn't tell. When she awoke, there he was, standing over her, looming, dark eyes and blonde to boot. Large too ans smug, oh that smug look they all wore. She pieced it together quickly, he'd saved her from her fall into freezing aqua. She struggled to sit and didn't quite manage it, he moved away quickly, retreating to a safe distance without so much a vocal cue. She was offended. Why? She didn't know, yet the lashing out came, in Akshar no less, her native tongue. Long since had it been spoken outside of her secluded Clan. "لا تنظر في وجهي نظرة متعجرف!" she growled. He understood her tone atleast, casting his gaze down at the ground as she huffed and hissed. "الذين كنت تعتقد انك ، ولمس لي دون موافقتي?" she hissed. The poor male hadn't planned on such a rude awakening, though it quickly passed. He looked up again as the scolding subsided, his dark visage studying her for a long moment. The sound of a sharp crack of twigs alerted them both, the male shot to his feet, thudding over to stand in front of her, a stalwart protector, even though she'd lashed out at him. he stood his ground, making himself look twice as large as she thought he was. Foorsteps moved off a few moments later. "Wark! Waaark!" the male sounded, curling to her body as a shield, bed, pillow and winged blanket. "ماذا - لا - - قلت .. النزول ! النزول !" she protested to no avail. It would seem Chocobos were every bit as stubborn as she was... comfortable too. She fell asleep.

Yangh and Oscare flexing!

Lost all my screenshots when my PC decided to just...eurgh. Have some new ones! Can I help you? Say something else. Say something.

Its funny you mention that! The person in question had to take regular visits to a conjurer to keep the poison at bay. (He was very hell bent on revenge )

I actually know someone who's already tried this out RP wise. It worked great! He kept the spells very short range and even tattoo's his hands to literally tear spells from his book with his fingers without casting! It was kinda cool Though he only went as far as to have two spells tattoo'd onto his hands for balance though

So....how 'bout that wedding? If there's some requirements for the bonding ceremony when its released i'm totally gathering everyone together to pitch in, [i may or may not be planning to crash the after party.] B--but .. They haven't had such discussions about marriage and the like. if it happens I am sure you all will know~ And Quar, why crash, when you would be invited! Yangh: It is okay! Rivienne likes a man in armor! Hnnggghhh... he'll crinkle your dress >: (

So... when IS the wedding?! Don't you cuddle her in that armour you heathen. -,..,-

P'azih politely bowed, smiling at the new comer and making his apologies. "Sorry Miss. You've just arrived but I must go." he said, flashing the bottle from behind his back with with a wide grin. He backed away confidently, still smiling. "Until next time friends! Lady Crofte! I'll come see you another time, no?" he bowed to her especially, probably feeling guilty at this point, then nodded to Franz and Berrod as he made his way up the steps. He paused at the top and addressed Coatleque. "Lady Crofte! Perhaps when next we meet I could take you for a real drink... maybe spark that interest in love in your chest. I've a great eye for such things... wouldn't take me long to find you a mate." he laughed.

This all seems mighty interesting. Yangh is infact around the La Noscea area right now. She only dips into the city for things she can't get out in the wild.

P'azih took this as a great time to sneak that bottle of extremely strong (At least he thought so) alcohol away from the fair Lady Crofte. He stood, turning slide on slightly to hide the bottle from line of sight with his body... but only for Coatleque. "Well, this has bee wonderful but... I've some training to attend to." he laughed, a little nervously. "Its not going to train for me, right?" he said with a quick glance at them all.

P'azih thought for a moment. How was life in the tribe? He barely understood how life was in the city. "Its... different." he began as he tugged on his ear lightly. The natural spring of his fluffy cartilage sprung from between his fingers to stand on ends once more. He reached up and continued the cycle over and over. "Its like... well, its a little like the adventurers guild. Everyone in the tribe strive to better the tribe by bettering themselves for the tribe. Well, most everyone at least." he looked about with that usual grin. "Its not all fun and games though!" He laughed, apparently he found that funny. "What's life like in the city? I don't really understand it too well just yet." He looked to Coatleque. "And Lady Crofte, you're no more done with romance than you are with breathing! Its a simple fact of living!"

Two I always use! Druken Moogle Carbuncle's Ruby

Time for Screenshots! Gorgeous with windswept hair! And then with a lewd grin... Draught Chocobo runs sideways. Zero fucks given. Fun with Aysun! We all know what she's caught sight of! Then she was caught looking...

P'azih snickered... quietly at first. Then a bit louder, louder still... luckily the tea saved him as he took a drink, burning his tongue though that was preferable to the beating he'd likely take from Lady Crofte adjacent. He raised a finger and cleared his throat. "I'm a Seeker. Its in the eyes, see?" he said leaning over with a blink. "Though... i'm not sure that what I said and what you think you heard are the same thing... with respect, of course." he grinned. He sat back in his chair, his armour grating slightly at the wood with a creak of the supports under his combined weight. He reached for a snack, he didn't know what it was. He didn't know what ANYTHING was around here. "You didn't miss much... though I think the Lady Crofte is having thoughts of spiriting me away for an adventure and romance." he chuckled.