cuideag

4:30-5pm EST. I'll see you then!

TBH I assumed it was a spam post because I think it was the OP's only post at the time that I saw it. A little clarification might be neat!

I'll probably hop on between 3:30-4pm CST. Please feel free to let me know if a specific time would be better for you.

Awwww, this is such a neat idea! I haaaave a character who is not necessarily a Garlean but she does work for them. One Delial Grimsong might have some business in Mor Dhona a little later today if you'd like to run in to her.

Mmm, might have to poke one of yall about this. Jajara still does some business out of Limsa Lominsa and I'd love to run in to some RP out thataways again.

Goodness gracious @_____@ Wow!! ... please tell me you're going to do this again!!!

This makes me unbelievably happy. More amazing armor and outfits? Yessss, yes plz.

I am still 100% in love with your Jara. *_________* AaaAAA and basically everything you draw ever!!

Hey, he's her big bro! He gets special privileges, like not getting punched in the face. I like to imagine that by now, Jajara has neck muscles of steel. Shoulder seats, though... *ponders.*

I read something that suggested the same about how lalafell might not physically age after a certain stage in their lives but I cannot for the life of me remember where. Might have been on the official forums...? Might need to dig that up later. And yeah, interactions with other races are always kind of interesting to me. Jajara's going on 30 years (and is very much aware that she is older than basically all of her close friends by several years at least) and it irritates her to no end when others approach her as if she is some sort of cute childish thing in need of coddling.

Jajara's company was stationed in Limsa Lominsa for the longest time so I used to RP there almost exclusively. Lately I've been seeing more of Ul'dah on both of my characters: Jajara because she actually lives and works from there, Delial because her work has kept her in the area though she tries to avoid the city as much as possible. Random RP out in Thanalan is great! It suits me just fine because I LOVE Ul'dah the best of the cities. But it's always nice to get out and see other places too.

Jajara Jara and her baby brother Sasasori Kokosori make quite a team! Punching all the butts in Eorzea. Even the tall ones. ESPECIALLY the tall ones.

^ This, 100% this. One of my favorite roleplayers once said that though her character might be villanous in the stories of other characters, in her own story she is a hero because she is doing what she feels is right. She isn't an antagonist for the sake of being an antagonist and that is a key thing to keep in mind. My own 'villanous' alt has goals that could be considered quite noble (help end the conflicts in Ala Mhigo and ultimately save lives) but she goes about it in very shady ways because she feels it's most effective. Plus somebody's got to do the dirty work. Perspective is a heck of a tool.

Updated! With the not-so-new character, Delial Grimsong and her wiki page as well as some general edits to things.

Would just add it, I think. Treat it as your personal directory page rather than one for your character.

^ ^ ^ I've found that the key to helping keep stories running and avoiding the inevitable swarm of heroes who will do their best to put an end to you just because is LOTS of OOC communication. Villains have stories to tell, too!

She could hear him breathe. It irked her but he was of more use alive than dead. A name unexpectedly found, a face she'd seen years ago when he was a younger thing. In those days he could cut men like they were cloth, shred them like wet paper. His eyes were the same: cold, hard, ancient for the body he wore, worn down as it was. He was smaller without his armor, grey and coarse, a mere ghost of the son with whom he often walked. He strained against the chains that held him, pinned him down sitting up against an ancient and heavy armoire. (She didn't think to explain the weight, nor the smell.) When he first woke she stroked his cheek and flicked away the spittle that had gathered at the corners of his mouth. They never talk about this, she had thought to herself. There is no romance in this war of ours. We all become such ugly things. Delial Grimsong smiled. There was a dagger in her hands and she spun it idly in her fingers, blade hanging loosely towards the floorboards. There were splatters, too, rust red and thick that looked too fresh to be coincidence. His skin was cold. "Hello, sweetling." He favored her with no response. Cold and hard as his eyes may have been, they were still glossy and mildly addled from the drug she had cut into his veins. It took but a spell to steal the air from his lungs but even that would not keep him down for long, not while he was moved to-- "Where am I?" "Does it matter?" "Where?" "Darling," said Delial with a click of her tongue and a slow, pitying shake of her head. She tried to sound sad but sorrow was tricky, difficult to fake. "Don't you understand what this is?" The fog was clearing from his eyes. She knelt over him in robes stained dark while her smile glinted white, glinted like the blade in her hands. It was dark where they were, a cluttered and dusty room with no windows, no light but a single lamp bathing them in dim amber. His skin was cold but it burned. The fog was clearing and Aylard Greyarm remembered why the face that smiled at him (leering, mocking, laughing with venomous eyes) struck a blistering chord inside. She touched his cheek, brushed fingers over his lips. He growled and tried to recoil but he was bound too tight to move. His skin was cold. "It will be easier if you are still, my dear. Now, do you understand what I want?" "Rot in the Seven Hells," was what he meant to say. The witch had smiled the same way at Heather just as she was cut down, the twitch of dark lips ugly and wretched. "An eternity to each and every one." Aylard could feel the tongue in his mouth and the hot words in his brain but neither came together quite as he wanted. His voice instead emerged as a choked groan as felt a piercing pain in his side. When he looked down he understood why his skin was so cold. His body was marked by lines and coils of that same rusty red. Circles circled and repeated over his lungs and his heart, dashed through by lines that crossed artery and vein and organ. It chilled his skin but burned where the marks were echoed by the shallow lacerations that raised long bleeding welts over his upper body. The pain in his side grew. The numbness flowed away rapidly, bled out with every thud of his heart. She listened to him breathe and took a moment to appreciate the way that very breath caught hard in his throat. His skin was cold but her fingers were slick and burning as she squeezed and reached further in. The knife was on the floor but he could not see her hand. "Do you understand," Delial Grimsong whispered, "What I want?"

Don't feel obligated to stay in an FC if you aren't enjoying it. Also, linkshells! Network! If you don't end up staying with your FC, see if you all can set up a linkshell for yourselves and friends to keep in touch.

Regarding dice: here's a handy dandy website you can use and host groups in for virtual dice rolls, so everyone can see what's going down.

Bonjour! and welcome aboard. My fiance is also French and he basically learned surprisingly perfect english through RP in various MMOs. If you ever see myself or Sasasori Kokosori, please feel free to say hello!

I think you're right honestly. I mean I'm only level 15 my self. Lol. I'll need to build a set of base combat rp rule. Only thing that I could see as a possible issue with rp dueling is that it might get confusing about what is going on with numerous people all typing fight actions at once. Course I could also be over thinking that part, cause, honestly, who hasn't rped in a crowded room at least once. Now as to a general combat system. My FC uses RP style supplemented with a very basic D20 roll. There are plenty online ones, we used this with great success last night in our own giant RP fight for our FC story. It made things take a little longer however. Also through our trials last night we decided that we needed to add small things like debuffs to rolls. For example a character was stabbed in the sword arm but continued to roll a d20, when he probably should have been subtracting between 2 to 4 on his rolls due to the bleeding and the injury itself. Though with such a large group, it might be better to just use the d20 roll, establish a combat order and god with that. We just did attacker did d20 roll, the defender did a d20 roll at the same time. If the attackers number was higher than the defenders then the attack hit. Now this worked for us but we had a group of 6 or 7 fighting, not sure how big the groups will be for this, and it could get confusing fast. ^ This sort of system is what I've encountered the most and it seems to work OK. Rolling initiative before combat to set up the attack order, and then going down the list from there with hit/crit vs. enemy dodge or whatever with roll ranges pared down or up depending on situational elements. Might take a bit especially if folks like to do flowery posts but it takes the in-game character level thing out of the picture since that really doesn't matter.

TBH Wildstar is the only one I am actually interested in though I doubt I will leave XIV for it. I LOVE the aesthetic - just as I loved WoW's (at least during vanilla/BC) because it absolutely fit what Warcraft was 'supposed' to look like. (Lumpy WC3 people and colorful exaggerated landscapes, anyone?) Say what you will about awkward dimomrphism because it certainly could be considered awkard as heck - I think the overall aeshetic style has a lot of charm and were I not in love with XIV, it'd be a bigger blip on my radar than it is now. A fun looking game having fun with itself? I'll bite.

Ul'dah was a city of faces, Hroch quickly discovered. It came as little surprise for even before they left their home for the city of gold their peers were not shy about drowning them with warnings. Had they heeded every single one they would have found themselves never leaving their rooms for fear of being snatched off the streets, robbed, and murdered in no specific order. Ul'dah was beautiful and that beauty came at a price. Aylard understood it better than their allies knew and when they walked the city streets to seek out one contact or another, his steps were careful and his gaze was sharp. They were foreigners after all, foreigners seeking aid in a city ruled by faces brittle and false. It were the friendly ones he shied away from, men and women who smiled too much for petty things. "Honest men never smile that much," he told his son. "Though the city may be wealthy, its people are starved of honesty." It was said that the markets sold anything anyone could ever desire, and there was no telling who would be willing to sell out a pair of out of place Ala Mhigans. There was some advice they picked from the pile they'd been given. They kept separate rooms at the Quicksand just to side with caution, and when business did not require it, Hroch and his father often kept themselves occupied apart from one another. In truth, Hroch was grateful for having time to himself. The last few of their meetings were stressful affairs, and while to any onlooker he may have looked to be a brute of a young man, the company of strangers in a city of strangers did terrible things to his nerves. Never mind that their meetings thus far had him headbutted roughly right in the face, yelled at (by the same man!), insulted, and promised for a time to a silent, hulking Roegadyn man. Only Wolfsong asked for nothing save information of his family, and it was father who knew anything about that. Then there was, of course, Daena. As was often the case than not lately, Hroch found his father's room to be empty when he woke. The faint smell of tea and a mostly empty mug resting on the bedside table affirmed that the older man hadn't gone too long ago at least, most likely to solidify the last of the details of their mission. Might miss supper again, he thought as he straightened out the bed sheets and made his exit. Left to his own devices, Hroch took to cautiously exploring parts of the city, rarely daring to go too far beyond earshot of the Quicksand just in case his father ever had need of him. It was during these brief walks that he came to better understand his father's warnings. One trip into the thickest parts of the nearby markets on a particularly busy day put him at the mercy of many of the city's less subtle thieves, all of whom hardly bothered to hide their intentions while far more hands than should ever rightly find themselves on his posterior did just that. One would be pickpocket even had the gall to complain as he slunk back amongst the crowds, shouting something about "useless shirtless men" and their lack of pockets and coin purses. Hroch had shouted back that technically he was wearing a shirt ("It's traditional!"), even if it left the vast majority of his torso bared. The sudden stares of the crowd sent him scampering back to the less hectic main streets nearer the Ruby Road Exchange, safe and whole save for a new bruise on his pride. He didn't get what he meant to get while he was there: a gift for the firey-haired girl with whom he would become comrade in arms, the breathtaking Daena Ghurn. Even thinking of her made his heart ache in ways he didn't quite understand. For all his nineteen years he had seen his fair share of lovely lasses, yet none had caught his eye as much as she. Her father was a fierce bear of a man who may as well have had molten iron for blood. It was he that knocked him flat on his rear with just a headbutt, he who snarled warnings about advances towards his daughter. She was just as fierce and headstrong as Old Man Ruva, however, rarely cowing away from him even at his loudest. Proud and strong and perfect. Aylard picked up on it immediately. "Best keep your focus, boy," he'd said as they walked back to Ul'dah. "If she be a distraction to you..." "I know, I know." Hroch couldn't help but grin then. "But maybe it's for lasses like that that we ought be gettin' home back, y'know? I mean, for everyone, really, but.... especially for beautiful, firey lasses." His father didn't have to look at him for Hroch to hear the grin that lightened his tone. His head nodded once and he rumbled, "Aye. Especially for the beautiful, firey lasses." Though Hroch didn't know it at the time, there was a woman just the same and dear to his old man's heart that drove him to seek out the last of the Wolfsongs. Aylard Greyarm simply understood. Hroch took a deep breath as he wound down the final steps into the Quicksand and then out into the sunny streets. There was no way he would be approaching the market again, especially not after word that there were people actively searching for them. Far, far too many empty smiling faces, never mind the wandering hands. His footsteps veered towards the nearby gate out of the city and he clapped his hands together in determination. The time was drawing nearer and nearer still and while his father was out rousing allies and making plans, it was up to him to be prepared for action. "We'll bleed for the cause," Old Ruva had said the last time they had met, the last time he had seen Daena. Aylard only nodded, giving his son the barest of glances. "Aye, ol' friend. Our blood will nuture the soil of Ala Mhigo."

This sounds iiiiinteresting. My alt is pretty friendly with the Garlean side of things so I'd be happy to toss her inn, too. Just so happens she's been hanging around Ul'dah a lot lately too... wa ha ha ha!

This is a neat idea! Thanks for sharing some stuff about Jace's family. Yaaay character tumblrs!