Anstarra

Sign me up for Shiv Seen That Coming!

Styrmm's End please, as an official Maelstrom rep.

LOOKING FOR MORE - Crew of the Maelstrom Steamship/Destroyer Iron Bitch So, who knows how much is left to this storyline, but well, I'm on the lookout for more who'd be interested in being part of An's crew. I'm terrible at recruiting and getting involved in the RP cliques that seem to pop up left, right and center, so I'm just gonna toss this out there~ So, here's a link to a previous page I made with the ship's info. http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=17141&highlight=iron+bitch In brief, she's a Medium ship, conceptually a ship of the Foreign Levy whose crew was mostly assigned to actions during the later stages of the Dragonsong War. The ship herself is an experimental steamship, powered by magitek and ceruleum. In terms of special armaments, there's been precedent for An equipping her with anti-submersibles and increased maneuverability stunts, and Jana putting on anti-air (hence the overall 'destroyer' moniker). She's a solid ship, though being short any kind of magic user right now is a weakness. Whether or not the current story remains ongoing, An is likely to remain captain of this now rather battle-scarred ship... seeing as her 'day job' is this, and she's at it when I'm at my own job, it's an important part of my RP, and I'll love forever anyone who gets involved~ EDIT: We recently captured a Battleship and a Cruiser from the Garleans... will we be upgrading to a Large vessel in the near future? Time will tell...

I'd like to officially sign up for Sail The Stable Seas I'll definitely come on in as a sub for Assault if it's possible, but I think An's personal story has more closely attached to these issues of New Patriotism. EDIT: Since the other one was cancelled, naturally, I'll go to Assault!

Three months ago. Heavensturn. The chamber was dimly lit. Softly glowing formations of natural aetheryte crystal cast scanty illumination, producing more shadow than true light, barely enough to make out the rocky walls and floor. Far too little to reveal the ceiling, lost in the gloom above. Sufficient, however, to show that the ground did not reach the walls, save for tunnels at the opposing ends; ten fulms of open air yawned dark all around the large, central platform that made up the chamber's floor. Vertiginous, if one strayed too close, which the guards did not. Rather, they stood at parade rest, three steps behind and flanking the divan which sat near the center of the room. Upon which reclined a woman. A lamp had been set up, a fancy model of the standing variety, and the light it cast was deep red. A sultry color, suggestive, basking alike the woman, the paired facing divans, and the pillows that liberally adorned the ground. Illuminating as well the small wooden table between the seats, where sat a neatly-wrapped box, one fulm in every dimension, gold-papered with silver ribbons. The woman herself had fair skin, and hair of a gold to match the box, tied back in a simple ponytail. Her garb was less simple, a bliaud of some dark colour, possibly maroon, chased in gold and silver, silk, with an absurdly high thread count. Minute swirls of light in the cloth, sparkling when she breathed, would upon closer inspection prove to be an embedded sprinkling of diamonds arranged to emphasize her breasts. Nestled in her exposed cleavage, an elongated heart-shaped pendant, glowing with internal light. The overall look was extravagantly rich, and somewhat slutty, an effect not in the least contradicted by the short black tube skirt - not quite reaching her knees - and the black-and-gold wyrmskin calf-boots which completed the ensemble. Jewelry sparkled on fingers, and ears, just enough to make the point, to emphasize the raw wealth at her disposal. She sat on the divan, calm and collected, eyes hidden behind pair of gilded, tinted pince-nez, and waited. The sound of inbound aetheryte travel in the far room. Once, twice. One of the guards shifted ever so slightly, but the woman herself made no motion, not even when the huntress appeared - one of the Fallen, X'vurr - and stared around the room for long moments. Only when the second figure arrived, did the waiting woman slowly straighten in her seat. "X'zarann Silverfall Nunh. Welcome." His presence seemed bright in the room, as though the reds and blues of lamp and aetheryte were not what revealed him. As though he stood in his own light, or perhaps produced it. It was a subtle effect, yet distinct in this place. An open vest and leggings with a sash in the Thavnairian fashion, ornately brocaded gold on black, revealing enough of the musculature on his upper body to ripple as he made his way over. His manner unhurried. Casually dominant, as reflected in his tone. "Moiraine Astervane." His lips quirked, as he came to a stop just before her, having moved past the table. "I was amused, you know, discover that the enigmatic Goldentail was one of your kind. A hyur." Casually, he reached out and caught her ponytail in his fingers. She shivered, slightly, yet visibly. His teeth gleamed in a grin, and he let the hair slide away from his touch. "Amused, and curious. Especially once you went to so much trouble." "It was not so difficult to arrange this meeting," she replied, self-possessed once more. The Nunh gave a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Please. This meeting was one thing, interesting though your messenger was. But arranging the peace summit... involving adventurers, only to summarily shunt them aside afterward... the Immortal Flames, that mining company. Your... Order of the Aster. Claiming stewardship of this place. These things, and more." He tilted his head, regarding her. "Everything leading up... to this moment." "As I said." The woman removed her glasses, and set them down on the table, before looking up and meeting his eyes. "It was not so difficult." He laughed then in truth. A deep, rolling sound, casting echoes through the chamber and up into the stone corridor beyond. "Such arrogance, and yet such... ah, what's the word. Wherewithal." He grinned, looking down at her, thick white tail dancing in an amused swirl through the air behind him. "You've managed to impress me, miss Astervane. That is no small thing." He reached out, cupping her chin with his fingers. Felt her pulse quicken. "Why?" Her eyes upon his, flush now evident in her cheeks, pupils beginning to dilate. Minute cracks, in her composure, her tongue wetting her lips... but when she spoke, her voice was admirably steady. "Have I earned... your Blessing?" A faint, predatory grin, as he looked upon her, holding her just like this... letting his eyes trail now, finally, over her body, admiring the sight of her. Delighting in it. One of the richest, most powerful women in the land... trembling, under his touch. As it should be. "Is that your desire..?" She swallowed, and gestured, and her guards bowed, turned, and left. He smirked, giving a slight nod over his own shoulder, and his own escort withdrew quietly. Then he turned back to her. Casually shrugging off his vest, smirking at her stare... then, as he shifted toward her, she quickly lifted a hand. "Ah.. w-wait." He arched his brows. "I am not one to be teased. Female." His demeanor remained languid, but there was a dangerous edge to it now, the air seeming heavy with it. She nodded, perhaps somewhat more hastily than she intended. "Of course. But first..." She gestured to the box, upon the table. "I wished to give you a gift. For Heavensturn." His gaze was.. skeptical. She flushed a little, but raised her chin. "Before I... become distracted." "Distracted." His grin was sudden and sharp, and he chuckled, straightening. "Fair enough." Turning to inspect the wrapped box, taking his time, patient and predatory. "Heavensturn, yes. That is tonight." His fingers drummed lightly upon the surface, then paused. A warmth seemed to come from within the box, something... evocative. He glanced her way. Her returned gaze was steady. "I have heard you enjoy... strange trinkets, and objects of power." His ears flicked up, then, and for the first time a measure of his domineering alpha mien was replaced by another side.. a curiosity, questing and insatiable. His tail swished as he looked back to the box, and, with a measured tug, tore loose the wrapping. A wooden box inside, finely crafted. To which he opened the lid, and reached in. Pulling out... "A lamp?" A desk lamp, made of some dark metal. Finely-wrought, ornate... and inside the elaborate mesh cage, what looked like some sort of bracketed crystal. Markings gleamed upon it, dimly visible. Runes? He turned it over, slowly, in his hands, inspecting it ilm by ilm. More runes, set on fingertip-sized panels, on the outside. Goldentail opened her mouth to speak, but he raised a hand in a silencing gesture. He set it down, played his fingertips over the outer runes some more... and then smiled in inspiration, touching three specific ones. Light blossomed from within the lamp, golden and steady, and the woman's brows rose in surprise. The Nunh looked smug. "An interesting gift... suitably elaborate, to come from you. The power source..." He frowned “...familiar. Allagan? No…” He turned it some more in his hands, inspecting the facets, the swirl of golden energies. It seemed almost alive. “Fascinating. What else does it do?” “I will show you.” Something in her voice, and he looked up, to see her touch the locket dangling, glowing between her breasts. Felt a sudden surge, as the golden light from the lamp turned a jagged, snarling violet. Filling the room, roaring, roaring…

Tentatively Assault event. If not, I might switch to Sail the Stable Seas.

All sorts of potential for fun, here... sign An up! She'll call herself Muse.

Starsfall Turns for Act III, Scene II: This Way Comes Last Updated: February 14 New Turns for PCs: 15 New Turns for NPCs: 15 Player Turns: 29 - Nihka Mioni - Prepare (1) - Tending to Naya's body - Nihka Mioni - Prepare (1) - Tending to Naya's mind - X'cinna Ares - Prepare (1) - Get ready for claustrophobia... - X'cinna Ares - Prepare (1) - ROPE - Nihka Mioni - Prepare (1) - Checking in on the others... - Khira Lhizahla - Investigate (2) - What is this wickedness - Aya Foxheart - Investigate (2) - Who is Goldentail! - Orrin Halgren - Investigate (2) - What's Goldentail up to? - S'imba Tia - Investigate (2) - Who the hells is Cortez anyway... - Anstarra - Discuss (2) - Was there a sign outside my room..? - Nihka - Prepare (1) - Moving Naya out of town, to the Bright Ones. - X'cinna Ares - Challenge (2) - Creation of the Golden Pride. - Khunbish Adarkim - Investigate (2) - Let's go talk to... oh. - Nihka Mioni - Prepare (1) - Warning the Bright Ones. - Orrin Halgren - Prepare (1) - Pulling Strings, Pulling Teeth. - Enju Abbagliato - Prepare (1) - Ambush locations. Remaining Player Turns: 6 NPC Turns: 39 - X'addo - Investigate (2) - Seeking... - X'indro - Investigate (2) - Always more to know. - Goldentail - Prepare (1) - Hiring. - Goldentail - Investigate (2) - Void research. - X'zarann - Prepare (1) - Rage. - X'vanna - Investigate (2) - Deeper... - Cortez - Investigate (2) - Hunting. - Goldentail - Prepare (1) - Purchases. - Goldentail - Investigate (2) - Where are... - Goldentail - Prepare (1) - Trading favors. - Cortez - Prepare (1) - Sending a gift. - X'addo - Investigate (2) - "Speaking" with a friend. - X'zam - Challenge (3) - Travelling. - X'zarann - Prepare (1) - Rage. - Remaining NPC Turns: 17

A flame which burns unseen remains deadly, poisoning the air with death unseen. Slowly choking out life, a spectral hand. To those who fall victim to such fires, they are no source of light or life, becoming, instead, something wicked... ACT III: Fanning Sparks Scene II: This Way Comes a) Into the Fire (Saturday, February 18th, 2017, 7 pm CST) A leveplate has been issued, from Camp Drybone. Not long ago, what looked like a small tribe (or a large extended family) of white-haired miqo'te moved into town. Then, just as suddenly, they all left together. Heading east by southeast. The local Flames Captain, spurred by a number of concerned citizens, has requested Adventurers to go look for them. "Seemed ignorant of the area. Fair bunch of them, and almost nary a weapon to be seen. Pilgrims of some sort, maybe. Azeyma's shrine is down that way, and you know how Seekers of the Sun are about her. Still, that's not the only thing down that way. Myotragus coming into season, and there's always the bloody Amalj'aa..." 1. Nihka Mioni 2. Enju Abbagliato 3. Kiht Jakkya (tentative) 4. b) Violet Eyes (Sunday, February 19th, 2017, 7 pm CST) What Adventurer doesn't dream of delving deep into mysterious and ancient depths, uncovering buried secrets lost to time? The Catacombs beneath Ul'dah, also known to a scholarly few as the Aqueducts of Sil'dih, have long remained buried... closer to the surface than one might think, it seems, as a tunnel apparently leading into them has been discovered under a warehouse in the bad part of town. The "owner" of the warehouse proposes an expedition. Of sorts. "Evidence most clear. Everyone takes their pets for walks. Dogs, chocobos, apkallus, er, opo-opos... yarzons... and firedrakes, yes, especially firedrakes. Not good to just keep it inside, the scratching! The digging! Accursed thing, and I do mean that, though subject to definition and interpretation. Not all voidsent are curses, especially not those bound in amulets and then swallowed along with body parts, no, stupid voracious lizard. Go, lackeys, see where she.. he?.. it! Where idiot possessed firedrake Nightsparkle wants to go, deep into the earth. Where doom awaits!" 1. X'cinna Ares 2. S'imba Tia 3. Khira Lhizahla 4. Dusk Shadow c) Reverberations (Friday, February 24th, 2017, 9 pm CST) For moons, since the end of her captivity, Ul'dahn street rat, would-be revolutionary and general troublemaker Moon Keeper Garri has enjoyed tranquil sleep. Now though, fresh dreams trouble her once more. Those who know her know better than to ignore them, even if her dreams lead her to truly dangerous places. Adventurers are called on to escort her on a long trip through the desert. "Not like before.. not something about to happen.. or is it? I have to go.. again, to the place.. the place I was taken. It's important. She wouldn't show me this otherwise.. right?" 1. Zaphir Zurlac 2. Orrin Halgren 3. L'rinhi Kett 4. Khunbish Adarkim Reserve List 1. Virara Wakuwa 2. Rumors and Story Aspects A new mining expedition has been financed by interested parties, despite previous setbacks, north of the Shroud. Amajina & Sons representatives call it a daring attempt, while speculators name it desperation. The privately-funded Brass Blades' Order of the Aster has seen a recruiting surge of late, enjoying popularity due to the quality arms provided by their sponsor. Tension is growing in the air in and around Ul'dah, with no clear reason. The aetherially-sensitive find themselves driven at time to bouts of spontaneous rage and violence. Experts claim it is just a temporary imbalance of the ley lines, while conspiracy theorists and doomsayers alike maintain that /Something Wicked/ is at work...

((Credit for this post goes to LystAP/Aigiarn/X'cinna/Hihisa/Chakha/etc! With some minor edits, on my part)) [align=center]Gangland Ul'dah![/align] The alleyways of Ul’dah have always been dark and grimy. The walled city cast shadows that spilled out into the camps surrounding the city, like mold surrounding a rotten piece of aldgoat meat floating in a festering puddle. The city has changed much since the beginning of the Astral Era, the camps of refugees have become semi-permanent, and many shoddy buildings have replaced the tents of the old refugee camps. Within these suburbs of firth, lies a particularly horrid group of neighborhoods, the Dredges. Located near the warehouses of the former Telediji, and now, by the Sultanate, this patch of neighborhood has seen better days since the beginning of the Sultana’s mysterious illness and recovery. Within the depths of this suburb, a gathering of blackguards, criminals and ill-doers agglomerated within a warehouse. Five groups are present: a group of ill-dressed Roes, the ‘Muscle Bound’; a shabby gang of Highlanders, the ‘Mhigan Flies’; a mixed race group of failed merchants, the ‘One-Gil Mob’; a bunch of Order of Nald’thal dropouts, the ‘’Short Staffs’; and finally, a mixed group of slightly twitching toughs, the ‘Alleyway Boars.’ The leader of the Alleyway Boars, Kordo was particularly shifty, his eyes darting back and forth. “What ye called this meeting for Kordo? Ye finally gonna give in your turf?” the massive muscle-bound and well-oiled Roegen, Black Sun sneered at Kordo. “His turf already belongs to another, gleaming Outsider.” A soft purr accompanied that voice, and everyone looked around warily. With a slam, a figure dropped down from the room, sending slightly shockwaves and a few drew their weapons in alarm. The figure stood up, wrapped in furs and a weird glimmering spear on their back. The dim light revealed a miqo’te woman with snow-white hair and blue highlights, with tanned skin. “It’s one of the Golden Prints bitches!” one of the Muscle Bound exclaimed. “That’s X’cinna Ares to you. You glitter well in the dim light, Outsider,” the miqo’te stood up and smirked at Black Sun. The crowd glares, cowered and eyed her, “Who do you think you are, yes!,” the leader of the Short Staffs shouted. “Huh?” X’cinna’s eyes narrowed and glared at the lalafell, whom squeaked and curled up involuntarily. Her glare made the One-Gil Mob recoil and their leader flinch in fright. The Mhigan Flies appear uneasy at the sudden change in atmosphere, as they gathered around their leader. Knuckles cracked as Black Sun eyed the newcomer with disdain, his fists glimmering with lubricant. “Ye decided to come into our little pisshole and tell me what for? I think ye got your britches over ye head, or mayhap you just frustrated without a real men,” he grinned lewdly. X’cinna twirled her spear and rest it over her shoulder, she bent down and gave him a smug look, “I got me a fella of interest, and he smells a lot better than ye. As for my sisters…” There was a moment of silence, as the gang-members looked around, suddenly wary of an ambush… instead, from above, a rambling spiel of words. “Behold! Yes Minna! Our time has come to scare, frighten, cowe these malicious ruffians into indentured servitude or subservient indifference. Oh how scary they all look, how I wish I was back on the roof and suffering under sweet Erin’s ministrations, alas she yearns for chocolate. Do you think these ill-accoutered oafs have any? They must. What use being a foul-smelling alley-dweller if you cannot acquire chocolate on demand. Is it time for our entrance? Is Cinna’s tail twitching the signal? Or is it only irritation? Or fleas? This place looks to have fleas. I weep for my tail. But ah, eye contact! Clear indication of attention most intent! Now for the dramatic descent of U’jakata, Thamaugage Most PuissaAAH CLAWS, MINNA!” A windmilling figure dropped from the ceiling and crashed in front of Black Sun in a massive cloud of dust. “Most disingenuous landing. Did they notice? Surely not. See those looks of incredulity, of awe. Yes, note their slack-jawed bewilderment, nay, despair, for I!” A grunt, as he lifted himself onto a knee, “I, U’jakata, Thamurmage Most Puissant am here in front of you oiled ruffians. Desp-ack!” The Muscle Bound leader grabbed him by the scuff and laughed, “Ye be the most pathetic…” Suddenly, a black shape fell from the ceiling, right onto the robed figure, who screeched. “MINNA! CLAWS!” A flash of flame and light engulfed the space, and the roegadyn was set ablaze. Black Sun screamed and flailed about as the enchanted fire engulfed his torso, his body oil feeding the flames of U’jakata’s magicks. He turned and ran screaming into his fellow gang; their eyes widened as he impacted the first, setting his body oil on fire, and the next, lighting the room full of horrible burning light, as the flames fed off the cast-off ceruleum the Muscle-Bound used as cheap body oil. In a bright flare, their roasted bodies fell to the ground, like so many of U’jakata’s foes Cinna’s seen before. X’cinna felt a flicker of jealously arise for X’erin. “Most uncomfortable, Minna. Have I not warned you? Do you not recall how the loss of my hand resulted in most unlikely realignment and most hairy of triggers? What is that look, it is a true expression. And now it boils, accursed aetherial surplus, look -” He shook his hand without looking, and another gout of flame passed within ilms of another thug, who had been advancing; the fellow screamed, and threw himself to the ground. “See what happens? Why must you always test me. Slight gesticulations are hazardous, and how much of these walls are wood and what remainder is stone? It occurs to me this is a hazardous place for a meeting. If we are not careful the whole place will burn, and everyone in it! The slightest gesture… ah, to what depths I have fallen, I, U’jakata, Thaumaturge Most Puissant, that I would be found not only interacting with such vile, wicked thugs. These are the lengths one must go to, for chocolate, in this age and day.” While U’jakata continued ranting to his cat, the room was quiet, as eyes watched him with alarum. Also most especially watching his hand, which continued to blaze with manic-seeming flame, motes of it falling off randomly as he gesticulated... “The… the Short Staffs pledge their loyalty to the new boss, yes!” Anansi Ansi quickly tumbled out, “Please don’t hurt us! We’re nu’thing but helpless lalafells! Yes!” She continued to plead as her friends also groveled to the ground, “Pray teach us! Ser Most Puissant! We beg ye to take us as your students, yes!” “We seek no trouble with yeah, if you wanna rule the Dredges, we’ll look out for yeah! Just don’t kill us!” Lanidare of the Mhigan Flies blurted out. His comrades quickly nodded their heads and tried to wipe off their body oils. “We’ll give you the best price on goods! Don’t fry us! We’ll never cheap you, swear!,’ explained C’thaya of the One-Gil Mob, her ears folded back and her tail between her legs. Her compatriots quickly nod their agreement with Thaya’s words. Kordo simply sat there, his face in a grimace, what a few suns this has been. For the first time in summers, the Dredges have been unwittingly united under the iron-clad (?) will of U’jakata, Thaumaturge Most Puissant, in the name of the Golden Prints Sept...

Four months ago. "...still can't believe he just let her go. After all this." "Well yes, precisely. All this would be why he let her go." "Come on Fan, have you seen the way those savages look at us? Like they're wondering how to stack our skulls, they are. Like that other camp." "There's no comparison! That was perhaps, at most, twoscore men-at-arms, in a mining camp. We've got - what - thrice that? In a fortified camp, with a magitek shield generator. Squads of Adventurers coming through -" "Who didn't fare so well against the cats last time!" "-mages, walls, even professional soldiers in from Ishgard." "A handful. And I'm still saying they'd just see it as a challenge." "Well, their Nunh's smarter than that. He sees opportunity." "He IS smarter, and that's what I'm worried about! This can't last." "You worry about everything, Togg..." The two guards' voices faded as they continued their rounds. Inside the hut, Rienne turned her attention back to the tunic she was mending. Her eyes' and hands' attention, anyroad, for her mind still walked the tracks of that discussion. An old worry, and she didn't know if it did her any good to hear it confirmed in another's voice. For she agreed with the first man. She couldn't believe the Nunh just let Garri go. It had the makings of a bard's tale; two precocious girls, not quite adults, one highborn and one low, forming a deep friendship. Some would say more than friendship, though Rienne was not one to countenance gossip; part of what set her apart from most of the soldiers here, kept her from forming bonds. That and her status as a Wood Wailer, something she held pride in and kept up the standards for, even this far north of the Shroud, of her true duties. Duty took many forms, however... But yes, the friendship of Frances Lorieux, scion of the Lorieux family and heir to all its wealth and connections, and Garri, scruffy Ul'dahn miqo'te street rat, would be tale enough had the pair not taken their adventures to the high road, not gotten involved in the hunt - Rienne's hunt - for justice. Had not the keeper of the moon seen the killing, the murder of two of Rienne's fellow Wailers in the heart of Gridania itself. Seen it, with the blessing of the Echo. Dreamed it... dreamed of a strong, athletic and remorseless killer, a miqo'te, white fur with blue frosting, bronzed skin, and lethal skill with a spear. A clear description, though the killer was masked and hooded... with such a trail, how hard could it be? A description that covered every single member of the Falling Star Sept, as it turned out. Hydaelyn had a sick sense of humor. For a time, it seemed that the solution would present itself naturally; the more conflict with the tribals, the more likely the killer would be revealed. Not that most, if not all of them didn't deserve to be put down. But it was the principle, and more, it was her duty. And then... this inconvenient, fragile peace. The unexpected return of Garri, whom their Nunh, this X'zarann, had captured. All at once, the situation defused, so quickly it made everyone's head spin. Now, for almost two moons, no hostility at all. The wildwood sighed, leaning back in her chair and looking at the ceiling. It was a difficult thing, to wish for strife. Constant, low-burning guilt. Yet she was stymied. Garri was stubborn and headstrong at the best of times, and disinclined to listen to reason. Also, her gift could not be coaxed. Rienne had long thought on how to incite her to resuming the hunt, to no avail; the girl seemed to have lost interest, instead acquiring a queer fascination for her onetime captors, an interest that she tried to share with miss Lorieux. Thankfully Frances thus far resisted the girl's suggestions that they go explore... SHE at least had matured. Yet the result was this impasse. With another sigh, Rienne went back to her work. She comforted herself in the truth of that guardsman Togg's words. Peace couldn't last.

So much to do... For Anstarra, sometimes-dilettante, often-celebrant, registered Adventurer and full-time Storm Captain, the notion of being pulled in six different directions as a metaphor was one she was wont to way poetic upon, in her increasingly-limited free time. "Murder investigations. Voidsent. Cursed relics. Stolen goods. Black market. Garleans. Conspirators. Ninjas. Relatives." Not to mention the increasingly-strange feelings she would get of late, these moments of discomfort, of anger, sourceless and unsettling... "I need a break. I need.. I need help." She produced a quill. Dear Ms. Greaves, I hope the day finds you well. It has been some time since we've spoken, or even corresponded, but my recollections of you are of one of the more honest agents of law and order that I've encountered in Ul'dah. It is my hope that this has not changed, for I come to you with what I suspect is a case of murder most foul. Certainly there is a victim. Miss Madeline Reed, late of the Goldsmith Guild, was found slain alongside her porters and bodyguards on the road to Highbridge from Camp Drybone. A case of an attack by Amal'jaa, it would first seem, as arrows used by the Beastmen were found on the location; however, closer examination revealed not only chocobo tracks used in the pursuit, but also that the blows which slew the victims were delivered by smaller killers, certainly no larger than highlander hyurs. Bandits covering their tracks, perhaps. And yet I think not. I dare not point fingers in this missive, not yet; if you wish to know more about the source of my suspicions, I urge you to meet me in person. Be it bandits or assassins, I would ask for your help. I have enclosed in this missive a list of the various and sundry pieces of valuable art - creations of the victim, which she was bringing to display in Gridania - which were missing from the ruined convoy (further proof of my suspicions, for what use would the Amalj'aa have for trinkets? And why would they slay the unarmed and defenseless Miss Reed, rather than capturing her for Tempering?). I believe it likely that these pillaged treasures will find their way into the hands of the city's lowlives, fences and profiteers, and if they may be recovered then the identities of the sellers may also, and so on until we get to the root. I urge haste, yet also caution, in this case. I believe the killing of Miss Reed was the snipping of a loose end, and if the mastermind behind this happening realizes their minions are being hunted, they too might be snipped. Yours Truly. P.S. Feel free, as you will, to seek assistance for this investigation. Miss Delphium comes to mind; knowing her luck she will chase a voidsent off a roof somewhere and fall smack into the midst of the conspirators. I will share further info with anyone you trust, but only in person. I'm sure you understand. She then spent the better part of a two bells painstakingly copying the details from the ledger to the letter. The ledger itself needed to be returned to the Goldsmiths' Guild. She instructed Allistair as much, in her letter... which would then be delivered, with the rest, via moogles (she presumed) to him, that he might do the rest. She thought then of the Chocobo. The one she'd been given... the copy. A beautiful work. Solid jade, with gemstones... and none of the darkness at the heart of the original. "Still not a bad prize," she sighed, almost regretfully. "Shame if I have to kill him... but, if he really had her murdered... well, Malin could arrest him, but he has all that money." Sighing, she turned, and set herself to the next task. Outside, the ship rocked upon the seas..

IMPORTANT Apparently I'm bad at remembering dates. Wednesday's event next week must take place TUESDAY

Aaaaaah if I wasn't in a travel event I would be all over helping this get off the ground, be it with Prepares or otherwise! Good luck guys! And bring me some bombs =X

MILESTONES The previous arcs of Starsfall were extensive, with many events and heavy participation. Upon reviewing signups and involvement, the following Milestones are to be allocated: SIGNIFICANT MILESTONES: Akiko Nomura Arblis Ellhis Deidre Carpenter Enju Abbagliato Evangeline Primrose Jana Ridah Kiht Jakkya Kuina Kusushi Lan Darklyn Leanne Delphium Nheu’a Polaali Nihka Mioni Orrin Halgren Renaea Algiernis R’shesha Otharn Virara Wakuwa X’cinna Ares Zanzan Yanzan Zaphir Zurlac MINOR MILESTONES: Aigiarn Kha Damascus Chrysta Levail Khira Lhizahla S’imba Tia Uzuki Jana'saltwhosenameInevergot Vael’a Ruhne V’aleera Lhuil X’bree Ares

There are still many Turns left in which to take actions! Remember you can take actions even if you're not signed up for any Events, and that actions are viable both in relation to the coming events and the situation several months ago, at the close of the last arc.

The Job Faire is today! Hype! Come visit any of the numerous Linkshells/Companies/drunken gatherings vying for your attention and attendance~

Just realized An's gonna have Liadan and Tengri on her ship for the event ;D That should be fun! They've not spoken in over a year, and last time was... tense? Though I can't recall if An said a few words to Liadan following the final cleansing...

Added you in! And that's fine, you can do it this way. It might be easier to contact me in Discord (preferred) or Skype or even PM me here in the RPC, and you can tell me what you want to Investigate, and how. It just came back! You're totally welcome back if you want to participate, things are kinda full but there's always reserves.

*IMPORTANT NOTE* The start time for the Saturday February 4th event The Pride Of The Golden Sept has changed to 2 pm CST, apologies for the inconvenience, I hope everyone can still make it!

Change of timing; I'll be signing up for And Now The Storm-Blast Came as well. My event will happen earlier in the day, since I have a more open schedule.

I am running a Starsfall event (which you are in) at that exact time! T^T Edit: Rescheduling!

I am running a Starsfall event (which you are in) at that exact time! T^T

Starsfall Turn Status For Act III, Scene I: Missing Purrsons Last updated: Jan 25 It should be noted that in this instance the large number of Turns relates principally to all the time that has passed since Starsfall's last round of events. Players should not be assumed to have IC knowledge of the current Events until roughly the day before. This being said, Turns can of course be used for actions players WOULD have taken in span of 5 months of so which have passed without incident. Additionally, you may perform Event-related Turn use ahead of time; you are just limited in how many specific actions you can, personally perform with relation to the Events. Player Turns: 30 - X'cinna Ares, Investigate (2 Turns) - Rooting through castoffs, getting arm broken... - S'imba Tia, Prepare (1 Turn) - - S'imba Tia, Investigate (2 Turns) - - X'cinna Ares, Act (2 Turns) - Where's Dederu? Meanderings... - Nihka Mioni, Prepare (1 Turn) - Shaking up some potions. - Nihka Mioni, Prepare (1 Turn) - Fixing a silly cat's arm. - Orrin Halgren, Act (2 Turns) - What's happening in Camp Glorious... - Virara Wakuwa, Prepare (1 Turn) - - Virara Wakuwa, Prepare (1 Turn) - Nihka Mioni, Prepare (1 Turn) - Nihka Mioni, Act (2 Turns) - S'imba Tia, Prepare (1 Turn) - Remaining Player Turns: 14 NPC Turns: 40 - X'zarann Silverfall Nunh, Act (4 Turns) - ????, Prepare (1 Turn) - ????, Act (4 Turns) - X'zarann Silverfall Nunh, Prepare (1 Turn) - ????, Investigate (2 Turns) - ????, Investigate (2 Turns) - X'indro Tia, Investigate (2 Turns) - Remaining NPC Turns: 24

~Previous OOC Thread can be found here~ ~Previous IC Thread can be found here~ ~Current IC Thread can be found here~ ~Current Turns!~ ~CURRENT EVENT POST~ ~DRAMATIS PERSONAE~ Welcome to Starsfall, Once Again! Starsfall is a plot centered around the advent of a savage tribe of miqo'te - the Falling Stars - and their powerful and ambitious Nunh. Located in a cruel and barren tundra which the story has placed north of the Shroud, east of Coerthas, and in the lee of Xelphatol, these isolated and xenophobic tribals have kept to themselves for thousands of years, mercilessly slaying any who enter their lands. Disinterest in a land both clearly resourceless and aether-starved (for Eorzea) on the part of the outside world has helped ensure this insulation. The majority of the Falling Stars' interactions are with the Ixal to their east and north, and the rare hapless traveller. Now, however, this isolation is ending. The latest Nunh holds more interest in the Outside than is healthy, and has already shown himself willing to kill for what he wants... and where he goes, his fanatic tribe follows in step.