Raelas

You are never on when I am blue mage. I've been a little busy! And I made a slew of alts for fun's! After tonight I shall be around a lot more again I'll make sure to prod you! :3

I simply give Kudos to all that take time out of their day (Or evening) to RP with me. I love you all. ♥,..,♥

Yangh smiled, pushing out a soft sigh as she lay back once more. Her fingertips slid though his hair, occasionally curling the strands through the cracks of her fingers. "Talk when ready, eat when ready... but must drink now." she said a hushed, whispered tone. "Until then, sleep." she finished. Although was meant in kindness, her clan raised Keeper tendencies still issued it as such like it were a command... albeit a gentle one.

Yangh jumped! When a male as large as Erik bolts upright from sleep it generally causes concern! Her hand whipped to her side, reaching for the shiv's she no longer carried on pure reflex alone. She settled quickly, reaching out with a hand for Erik's shoulder in an attempt to guide him back to her lap. "Ablaj, Ehreek... an anti aamina..." she said softly, with a slight throaty catch to emphasise the double 'a' sound. She hoped her presence would be enough calm him and hopefully bring his head to her lap without incident.

Yangh yelped lightly, struggling to hold the man up... and ultimately failing in that respect. She just managed to steady him back in his seat, looking around for anyone sympathetic enough to help her. "Menphina-uma Thabetna..." she sighed looking to Momodi. "Ah... Mohmohdee have room for Ehreek? Yangh pay..." she asked softly, awaiting Momodi's approval. Yangh dragged Erik from his stool with the help of a passerby, ungracefully pushing him onto the bed with a great deal of effort. She looked down at him for a moment, she couldn't leave him in such a state by himself, luckily for him, she was a Priestess, love and kindness are the creed she practices. She removed his clothing, tucking him in under the cover with great difficulty, leaving a moment later and returning with food, drink, a large bowl of water and several flannels. She plunged the first of many flannels into the cold water, wringing it lightly then wiping the man's face down as she made herself comfortable at his side, draping the wet flannel to his forehead. She settled in for the night. "Laila se'eda wa ahlaam ladida, Ehreek." she uttered softly.

Yangh pursed her lips, parting them soon after to click her tongue. "Yangh think... Ehreek need sleep, food, drink... maybe female in few days. Ehreek not be at quicksand..." she said sighing and facing him, leaning forward to get a batter look. "Mhm? Will accept? Or will Yangh bash over head and after tall Highlander dragged to room?" she said with a smile, brushing her hair back with a hand, adopting a motherly posture.

The community is incredible here. This game was my first foray into the RP world and i'm so glad I took the plunge! There's RP for every nuance you can think of and a bunch you can't! I've recently been trying to RP in Limsa too with my alt... it didn't go well. Many trolls walk the decks of Limsa

Yangh watched the male Franz leave, dipping her head lightly, not too deeply of course, he was male after all. She returned her attention to Erik, noting the subtle change in his demeanour and body language. "Hm... Ehreek is well? Not look well... Yangh can help?" she asked with a light lash of her tail.

Yangh canted her head, sipping at her wine delicately as she listened in on the story. Erik didn't know... most people didn't either, but Yangh knew a lot about many people that frequented the Quicksand... even Ul'dah in general. She wasn't always just a Priestess, after all. She played along just the same. "Ah! Ehreek not born and raise in Uhl'daah?" she asked.

You should get in contact with Erik Mynhier. He's a Sultansworn ICly and looking for a new apprentice! Sounds right up your alley considering the Conjury background and Paladin nature of being a Sultansworn!

Yangh giggled lightly as his answer, hints of half truths but she neither cared nor pried into another's business. She took another sip before speaking. "Yangh also like Uhl'daah... not as much as Yangh like Sagolii but Ulh'daah is where need be. Yangh visit Eshgardhe once, as before snow, hills green. Many moon's ago... not think Yangh would like so much these sun. Yangh like heat!" she said happily. "Fuhrhanze ever visit Sagolii?"

Yangh shook her head in understanding. "Yangh understand, happen all time to Yangh." She brushed her hair aside, getting a much better look at the Hyur. "Is called Yangh. Pleasure." she said simply, only giving a first name. "What bring Fuhrhanz to Uhl'daah this sun?" she asked innocently.

Yangh nodded, taking a meek sip from her glass as she listened. She eventually spoke after pondering his words. "Yangh believe... many focus on who once was... not fixate on how much greater can be. Many hang up on past glory and failing. Yangh prefer to look forward with new eyes instead of back with tired old ones. Aiwa?" she said, almost as if she were taking her own advice to heart. Yangh leant back a little to spy at the male accompanying Erik, she smiled warmly and dipped her head in acknowledgement... not too much, her Keeper Clan upbringing would never allow such a courtesy to an untested and unproven male!

Yangh sipped her drink lightly, in a very womanly and practiced fashion. She smiled and nodded lightly. "Akshar is dead language Yangh think. Only know of Clan that still speak... almost like code. always know family if can speak fluent Akshar." She turned lightly to face them both, appraising Erik with her perceptive and keen violet eyes. "Hnng... Ehreek seem... worn. Is well? Work too hard? Too many female last eve?" she asked with a fanged smiled.

Yangh settled in her stool, flicking an ear curiously as Erik, whom she endearingly butchered the pronunciation of his name to 'Ehreek' with her wonderful accent, spoke her mother tongue of Akshar. She smiled, looking over as she crossed her legs delicately, swilling the wine glass just under her nose to catch the sent. "Ehreek! Ai kowais el hamdolelaah. Keif Halak, sahibi?" she asked, trying her best to keep the wording simple but getting a little carried away, she was just so happy to be able to converse with someone in Akshar after so long. Her tail swayed lightly has the happiness spread across her face.

Yangh entered the quicksand, much as she always did, just after midsun. She wore her usual attire, an Aksharian themed long white skirt matched with a black upper chest wrap... though it closely resembled beach wear. She broke into a sauntering stride, popping her hip as she went with her left hand lightly resting against the hilt of her Scimitar at her hip. Her fingers glanced the eight Aetherical gem's set into the hilt, four clear and four cloudy. With each whispering of her finger tips over the gems, the sweeping Aksharian text on the flat of the blade with light up with a dull orange glow then die down. She spotted a familiar face, one of the "Almost mentor of the blade and all things Sultansworn, Flames Captain and Mephina KNOWS what else" Erik Mynhier. He seemed deep in conversation so she simply slipped onto a stool next to him, and male accompanying him. "Salam, Mohmohdee. Uhl'daahn spiced wine, laksha." she said as her middle eastern-esc Aksharian accent shined through brilliantly. Yangh brushed her dark black hair aside, running one of the purple braid highlights through the cracks of her fingers with idle like strokes. She leant back in her stool to get comfortable, her violet hued eyes flicking over to the pair once more as she began to listen in. It'd been a while since she'd done this, it made her smile widely at the nostalgia, her white pearly Keeper fangs a stark contrast against her very tanned sun kissed skin.

Ciel please... stop being so pretty. Its not fair to me.

Just had to post this... Yangh Linh! The Jewel of the Sagolii!

Yangh rolled her right shoulder with a light hiss. It seemed it was always stiff these days. Her left hand palmed at her ornate Scimitar, Saif-ul raml wahsh. Her fingertips tracing the eight Aetherical gems set into the hilt. It was a curious thing, her Scimitar. The constant nibbling at her aether, the sweeping Aksharian text engraved onto the flat of the blade that would glow when wielded. "Taynha aktar ma hea metayna... erhamny ya amena." she said with a deflated huff as she made her way from the Goblet to the Quicksand. Yangh always did find it ironic, the one place she felt most alone was the place with the most tightly compacted bodies... and yet... she loved it there. A Hyur knocked into her as he past, as usual she ignored it and moved on. The Hyur however felt a little entitled that the Miqo'te Keeper know her place and apologise. Yangh kept moving, ignoring the male's jaunts and jeers... until he put a hand to her shoulder. It was but a moment, a little voice whispering in the back of her mind. She rounded in a swift motion, drawing her blade and taking the male's hand at the wrist with a quick cut, followed by a flourish and twirl of her Scimitar. A gem sparked to life as Yangh spewed sand from her mouth, blasting the Hyur in the face and blinding him. "Raml Rouh!" she said firmly shortly before the sand assaulted the Hyur's vision. The Hyur stumbled back into an alley way and Yangh followed him, kicking his severed hand aside as she went. The smell of his blood was intoxicating, she hadn't killed anyone in moon's. Her left hand palmed at his jaw, hushing his cries as she slammed the back of his head against the wall with force, slowly pressing a thumb into his eye socket and point of her blade into his gut. "Kepahk, Alakharun Jahiliyyah... soyk sukna, s’ab kha-if tuh anti ghabiya... Samekh s’ab..." she breathed with a lust soaked tongue, watching the life drain from his face as his complexion grew pale from blood loss. The Hyur crumpled to the ground, close to death. Yangh left him there to his fate... both loving and cursing her action as she prayed for forgiveness from Menphina. "Mah esmai Menphina nerukh sekah, hashk et soyk, et-tu tahe kinae, Menphina jezhul. Menphina-uma Thabetna, Takabal Menphina salatakom." she uttered to herself as she entered the quicksand and approached the bar. "Salam Mohmohdee... Uhl'daahn spiced wine... Lakshaa." she said with a smile. Just one of those days, she thought.

So I came across a most unhappy Crab NM today... Gosh he looks grumpy! Probably because I punched it in the face >.>

As I've said Erik, I'd LOVE to do this but circumstances beyond my control prevent it. It sadden's me but I hope you find someone who's interested in it as much as I am!

Don't believe him! He's a criminal! >.>

Luckily, metals are in fact crystals too (This blew my mind when I discovered this.) so i'd recommend, as Warren did, going with the "Aetherically enhanced aspect-less crystal" approach. Remember! In Eorzea, anything is possible if you wish for it hard enough... and crazy as it sounds, that is canon

My sentiments exactly. You know what they say about saving the best for last though...let's just hope it isn't THAT long. I don't see why you couldn't RP as a class of your choosing as Blue and Red mages are in the FF universe. If done well, you could totally pull it off. So far it seems to be going down very well. Its technically with the lore of the FF14 universe and not actually a Blue Mage per se. Its more of a special sword than anything else and there's PLENTY of those in this world

All the love to you Edgar. I was skimming through the Blue Mage spells in FF11 and there are just so many!!! I have an event set motion currently to learn Bad Breath (A nerfed version, Slow, Poison and silence... but all removable with one Esuna / Leeches for balance) but I love the sound of Mighty Guard, White wind, Flash, Aero and Flare! Any Idea where I could find these on existing mobs? Or even a close equivalent? I plan on making a nice list in case anyone else wants to use the concept!