Anstarra

New Events Posted for Noirzea and Silent Voices!

Crystal spotting for An! Schedules, sleep, stuff...

Dear diary, Anstarra immediately tore the page from the journal, crumpling it up and tossing it aside. So trite! As if a journal had anything useful to say. You wrote journal entries to yourself, after all, in order to review later, and understand your thoughts. She dipped the pen in the inkwell, and started again. Dear Anstarra, "Ugh!" Rip, tear, crumple, toss. That was even worse, talk about self-indulgent. Not a trait she wanted to admit to herself, certainly not in any long-term capacity like this. Dipping the pen again, stirring it, she let it drip as she frowned at the sheet. Then looked around the room. At her semi-luxurious quarters, inside her own ship. The rewards of effort, of station, of... fortune. Luck. A new frown (she was frowning more lately... no, don't frown about that, too!) as she considered this train of thought. Questions of whether she deserved her post, her rank, had rarely crossed her mind. Life was too haphazard, too filled with terrible highs and lows... she remembered well the day she had been offered Captaincy, and a ship. So soon after the terrible battle in the sky, the laying low of Ratatoskr's Summoned countenance... it had the air of reward, and that reward was, of all things, consistency. For being a Captain was something that had always seemed, to her, to be a desk job, removed from the mad whirl of happenstance. Fingers drummed. Here, then, was her desk... yes, it was nailed to a ship, and hardly a mundane ship, and that ship plied the waters of the inner sea. She had not yet requested a privateer's commission, though some of her men had hinted at it. She understood them. The Iron Bitch was a fine ship, and surely would do well against Garlemald's own. And yet... yet here was the consistency she had craved. The mundane roll of patrols. The necessities of logistics. Reports, charts... logs. Captain's Log. First Entry. I have long considered myself a true child of the Alliance. Adopted to Gridania and living in Ul'dah, trained in Ishgard and serving Limsa Lominsa. Any who know me, however, will understand where my heart truly lies, and that is where I give my personal allegiance, to the city above the sea whose call of freedom embraced by loyalty was the one I heeded and have not been given cause to regret. Limsa Lominsa is my home, as much as any place can be. In becoming a Captain in the Maelstrom's fleet, I have come to understand greater depths of what makes up this great nation, and found She stopped, staring at the paper. What was she writing? What was she going to write, just now? Flashes, through her mind, of the courtroom. Of the dusty light, of the stoic, formal clothes and uniforms. Of the coldness and practicality with which had been weighed and measured the fate of a man. Just a man. How many had she killed, in the past? Why did it matter so much? But she knew the answer. It mattered because of how it was done, it mattered because of the formality, the deliberation "One hundred lashes, and three years' imprisonment." the finality with which a gavel was dropped. Was this her world now? Could she do... that? She closed her eyes, and envisioned herself, sitting up there in Haelstyrmm's place, casting judgment. Based on whims, based on fine argument, on bits of evidence... or lack thereof. And shivered, because it was easy. and found She stared at the half-completed journal page, feeling... sick. Troubled. Confused and.. afraid. What if this log was found? Read? Things she wrote could be used against her. She could end up where Dominic Morris had sat, just as easily. Accused. Tried. Condemned. Truth manipulated or presented in convenient lens... was this the Limsa she knew? The city she loved? The place of harsh but fair justice, and liberty? Yet... what would protest avail her? Branded an enemy. A traitor. So obvious now, how quickly it could happen. Never mind that agents had stirred them to this... you could not exploit flaws that were not there. And more, she had others, beyond herself to worry about. Nihka, Sehki. Her crew, two hundred and fifty brave and loyal souls. She could not fail any of them, could not give reason for doubt. It would be irresponsible... disloyal, even. She should only write fine things. Brave things. Inspiring things. and found Ink dripped from the tip of the pen, marring the page. What did a journal matter, anyroad? Just write. Something. and found

~Previous IC thread can be found here~ Five months ago. The sun was pale in the sky on the day of the meeting with the savages. Pale, and cold, like the land itself, like its people. Not quite true, that. Not completely. Tan skin under that icy, silver-white hair. Blue locks as highlights, somehow, it seemed, natural. As if they were all tainted with the ice. Easy enough to believe, for most of them. Most, not all. It paid to remember that. The more lively ones were just as dangerous, if not more so. And today we're treating with some of them. The Flame Captain stroked his mustache (a fierce yet majestic specimen in the handlebar style that was known to leave men in awe and women weak at the knees), contemplating the first time he had come in conflict with the savages. First conflict, though second encounter. The first time had been that child. Twelve summers, wounded unto death, treated in our infirmary. Killed two of my men to make her escape. Two good men, and she with a broken leg, the little bitch. His knuckles cracked at the recollection. Carelessness on their part, to be sure, the confusion of the attack on his camp... but also a reminder, an important one, of what these savages were capable of. It made him wonder what their Nunh was like. The obvious reverence they paid to him had astonished the Captain from the start, speaking of him more like a King, an Emperor. Or a God. Primitive ignorance, but the meaning, the implication behind it was clear. The murderous cats would venerate the most murderous cat of them all. The man they were going to meet with today. He would not be unprepared, and yet... these were their homelands. Not some mere expansionist colony, but the cold tundra that birthed them. Vast and near-trackless, framed by the mountains of the Ixal far to the north and east, the darkness of the Shroud to the south, Coerthas further west... a nowhere-place, a cold heart, isolated and empty, or so it had been thought. How many lived here? That they came to parley was small comfort... this camp, so-called Camp Glorious, was strong, but all here knew that a true effort on the part of the savages would be the end of them. It showed on the faces of these madmen, these devoted fools, mercenaries and armsmen alike here on a quest for the young Lady behind it all... "Captain." He turned, lowering his gimlet gaze to the Lady in question. A Lady... barely more than a girl. Or so he had thought back then. Frances Lorieux had grown hardened in the past moons, had grown, period, as though the weight of responsibility had brought upon her body the same maturity. "My Lady." "The scouts make their return." He turned, the way she pointed... north, and west. Same number as went out. Good. And not far behind... "They're coming." "Yes, Captain." He glanced back down to her. She hid it well, but he could see the trepidation there. The anxiousness... the eagerness. He put his hand on her shoulder, briefly, and she stilled. Nodding to him in thanks. "Let's get ready. We'll get 'er back. This'll all be over soon." "Yes, Captain." A deep breath, released. "Then, let us meet the Nunh of the Falling Stars Sept."

Updated to current! More or less. Events running strong, very much active still, with the new rules!

I would also like to sign An up for the Crowd on Day One as well, since I think there's still a spot.

I think it's also pretty neat how someday soon possibly certain PCs who essentially created the whole "Forgive Morris" movement are gonna realize they played right into the Empire's hands...

I THINK the answer to that is actually that we/they are being stirred up and divided by Garlean agents, Ala Mhigo style.

The Missing Goldsmith for An! She can let others bap the Ahrimen...

I'd like to sign up for the Crowd on Day Two. Additionally, I want to schedule an ACT action with which to interrogate the Garlean Agitator we caught. Who knows, it might have a bearing on the proceedings... but it's almost too late, already! It would really be ideal if the ACT could take place Saturday, before the second part of the Trial. To give the results time enough to get to those involved, perhaps. I know Virara wanted to be involved, and Leanne as well.

It unfortunately looks like we might need to reschedule, either to earlier in the day or to the day after; in Merchant, Marine, the second part of the two-day trial thing will be happening that day, and I imagine a number of players will be occupied. I know Nihka's gonna be co-DMing, for example..

Dropping it into the ol' calendar ^^

Fixed ^^

Highbridge Kidnappings! Much as the other line interests me too, the schedule fits better, and An was involved with some of the lead-up here... plus murdering cultists yay. Well, possibly.

Dress to Impress for Anstarra! As a legitimate Maelstrom officer, albeit one whose recent command barely managed to dodge a diplomatic incident (eh, who cares about Ul'dah anyway), she has cause to make good with city-state and military alike. Plus she likes meeting new people, and is a pretty face to boot.

Ul’dahn Art Show (Wednesday, December 28th,7 pm Central time) Me!

I'll sign An up for The Search for Answers if it could be appropriate, since it's empty for now and I'm kinda coming in blind ;D If it would be too weird I could go for Scouting the Town.

Signing up for Cat Versus Mouse~

HOW many hosts and hostesses do we have this time? A lot! Come one, come all~

Are we still doing this tonight? New patch, new content, all that. I'm still up for it, but I'd also understand if people want to delay (though there've been many delays already)

Alright, I'm good for Wednesday, 5:30 pst / 8:30 est, confirmed.

Yeah, probly not Monday at this rate (Klin can't make it til much later). Maybe Wednesday.

Seems Klyn's not free Thurs, tonight, she's the one running the ship stuff. So. I offered upcoming Monday, we'll see who that's good for

Checking in, we're possibly doing our first ship event this Thursday evening! Unless NO ONE can make it. Reply quickly, GMs are eager to get rolling so some people might have to be subbed if they can't make it. Again, contingent on overall availability.

'tis a fine thing, being able to make new sheets for this. I may tweak An's some more before going into this all, make her more leadery and less fighty, leave most fite to my loyal thugs- er- companions.