Vareal

Isaac's ears perked and his face lit up with a beaming smile. "Tea is it? I'd love some!" He turned his head to the Midlander clinging to his arm. "How 'bout it Kali?" The woman, Kali, leaned up and whispered something into his ear. Isaac's brow furrowed and in mock exasperation said, "Oh come on, no one is going to know that you're from--" She gently elbowed him in the side to silence him. "Fine, be that way," Isaac pried her hands from his arm and plopped rather unceremoniously onto the ground; sitting cross legged he folded his arms. "I'm staying." He looked about at the company gathered. "I apologize, she can be rather unsociable. Oh, and where are my manners, My name is Isaac Vadoma and this is Kali, Kali Syeira. We saw you all from in the woods over there and thought that perhaps you wouldn't mind sharing your fire," Isaac removed a leather pouch that was strung to his belt and held it up for all to see. "I brought fish."

At the mention of the Lambs of Dalamud, Isaac's expression turned dark and he drifted off in thought, staring into nothing. He idly touched his left arm covered by the loose fitting black sleeve, his fingers slowly gripping into a fist. After a moment, he blinked and looked around. Shaking off his reverie, he leaned back in his chair, keeping his left hand on the table. "Voidsent," he let out a low whistle. "That should make things interesting."

Isaac's ears twitched in attention as he listened to the Lalafell's explanation of their duty and what they were to accomplish. He had some experience in dealing with unnatural activities of both explainable and unexplainable causes. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, his expression turning serious as he addressed the Dunesfolk. "Any idea on the cause of these unnatural happenings? What have the reports said?" He was only half paying attention to Genevieve's outburst at the Dunesfolk calling Xenedra a harlot, but figured best to stay out of such matters. Taking an interest in the personal issues of people he just met never led to anything good, in his experience anyway. Perhaps there would be time for that later. He was here on business. Business that just got a little more interesting.

Isaac shook his head slightly and moved around to the other side of the table. Finding a chair, he pulled it out and away from the table a little bit, reached behind him underneath his cloak and procured a bow shaft. He sat in the chair and retrieved a bow string from one of the pouches at his waist. He held the bow shaft in his right hand, strung one end with the string and placed the lower tip in the curve of his boot. His muscles flexed as he bent the shaft with one arm and went about completing his work. "What is it you're hoping to find in the Deepcroft, Endemerrin? One doesn't simply venture a place such as that just for fun." Isaac stopped stringing his bow for a moment in thought. "At least, not that I've heard anyway, but I suppose to each his own." Isaac finished stringing his bow. Gripping the center of the bow shaft in his left hand, he tested the tension on the string. Finding it satisfactory, he strung the bow over his shoulder and scooted his chair closer to the table.

Part 2: Isaac Isaac idly chewed on the tip of his pencil as he read through a book on trade routs and taxation rates and how they apply to the different regions, what got taxed what and the different caravanâs and their respected city-states. He was only half paying attention, it was late and he was tired. He dropped his pencil in the spine of the book, pushed his chair away from the table, and stretched his head back, leaning against the back of the chair. After letting out a tired sigh, he stood and, pushing the chair back under the desk, made his way to the study door. He was hungry and wanted to get a snack before heading off to sleep. The door handle was cold to the touch. He gently threw the latch, trying to be as quiet as possible, and opened the door a crack to peer out into the hallway. He didnât see anyone and opened the door enough to stick his head out. Looking both ways, he found the hallway empty. He opened the door a little more so he could squeeze through, then turned and closed it just as gently as he had opened it, thankful for the well oiled hinges. His father hated doors that squeaked, saying that it was a product of poor upkeep and had ordered them oiled once a month. Isaac darted quietly, moving on the balls of his feet, towards the next intersection. When he reached it, he slowed to a halt. He gently crept up to the edge and peered around the corner. Good, he thought, no oneâs around here either. He took one last look over his shoulder before making the turn, once again moving quickly, but quietly. Before he was able to fully turn his head around to see where he was going, he ran into something. He was unprepared for the abrupt halt and as a result, was knocked down, landing flat on his buttocks. Isaac rubbed his back and looked up into the eyes of his father who towered over him, his arms folded across his face a displeased expression on his face. âIsaac,â he said in a deep, commanding voice, âwhat are you doing out of the study?â Isaac rose carefully to his feet, still rubbing his back. âWell, I uh⦠I mean, Iâ¦â A piercing look from his father silenced his mumbling and Isaac immediately stood at attention, his back straight, his arms at his side, his eyes downcast. âI was hungry, sir, and it is late.â Kajyn raised a bushy eyebrow, his ears perking up a little. âTired, is it?â Isaac nodded. âAnd hungry?â Again the child nodded. Kajyn rubbed his bearded chin in thought between the index finger and thumb of his left hand. A small smile came to his lips. Clearing his throat, the deep sound echoing down the empty hallways, Kajyn clasped his hands behind his back and began to walk a slow circle around his son. âWhat are the major city-states?â He quizzed in an authoritative tone. Isaacâs head straightened. âGridania to our direct west, shrouded within the Twelveswood. Ulâdah to the south in the desert land of Thanalan and Limsa Lominsa, far to the west by the Rhotana Sea. To travel there, one must pass The Cieldalaes islands, through the Straight of Merlthorâs lower tip.â âAnd the surrounding country side?â âThe land of Vylbrand; OâGhomoro. All grassy plains, cousin to Coerthas wherein lies Ishgard, the city state who stands neutral in the threat of the Empire, home of the Dragon Slayers. Agalatiaâs Spine is the largest mountain range in the region.â Kajyn continued pacing, completing another circle around his son before coming to a stop in front of him. âArenât you forgetting one?â Isaac looked up to his father, at a loss for an answer. He quickly scanned his brain, trying to remember all he had learned in the few weeks since he had started studying. Then it hit him. His ears perked up and his head straightened, his smile beamed. âSharlayan, in the north western region of Aldenard; Dravania.â Isaac thought for a moment. âOh, and of course Ala Mihgo, our home, located in the central region of Gyn Abania.â Kajyn slapped his hand on his sonâs shoulder, giving it a firm shake. âVery good my boy, very good indeed. You learn quickly.â He let out a deep, throaty laugh. âYouâve a bit of your old man in there after all!â Isaac smiled, squinting one eye as his father tousled his hair with a large hand that nearly covered the entirety of Isaacâs scalp. Isaacâs nose and eyes more resembled his motherâs than his fathers, while his sister, Ailith, was the exact opposite. âNow, whatâs say we go pay the kitchen a visit, eh? I hear thereâs some left over almond pie and honey scones.â The entire castle rumbled with a low, moaning roar. Both Isaac and Kajyn looked down the eastern hall. Bits of stone fell from the ceiling, trailed by a coma of dust that rained down over their heads. âFather, what was that?â Isaac asked, moving slightly closer to Kajynâs leg. âIâm not sure, must have been a smallââ This time, an explosion could be heard and the halls shook so violently, Isaac was knocked off balance. Kajynâs powerful arm shot out and caught Isaac. If not for his fatherâs quick reflexes and good balance, Isaac would have again met the floor. âCome, boy.â In one swift motion, Kajyn picked Isaac up in one arm and carried him down the hall as another explosion rattled the confines of Ala Mihgo. ~

Isaac grinned fondly at Hope, at once taking a liking to her attitude and the way she carried herself for one of such a young age. "Actually, I was thinking you might be able to keep me well behaved," he leaned in, looking about conspiratorially as he placed a hand to the side of his mouth, whispering. "You see I've got an adventurous spirit and an itchy bow finger, not to mention I have a knack for finding trouble and mischief. I'd hate to cause the group any undue troubles and it's better that someone, such as yourself, keep a close eye on me incase something goes wrong." He stood back to his full height and folded his arms across his chest. "So you see, Hope, I don't doubt your skills or your wherewithal; on the contrary, I'm counting on them for the sake of the rest of the group. As they say, 'you watch my back, and I'll watch yours.'"

Isaac lowered his hand and nodded with a slight smile. "Very well, Endemerrin, Xenedra, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He shifted a few pouches on his belt, revealing several small sheathed daggers and a quiver of arrows hidden behind his cloak; his bow, however, was no where in sight. "My name Isaac and I've no where to be at the moment, so waiting around for a bit won't be a problem." His gazed shifted to the other adventurer's making their way to the table. Isaac had to crane his neck slightly to peer up at the Roegadyn. He gave her a nod in greeting and a smile. He was about to extend his hand when he noticed the young Hyur girl stroll up and talk to Endermerrin. His brow furrowed as he addressed the young girl. "Are you not a little young to be out adventuring in a place as dangerous as the Deepcroft?"

Part 1: Ailith Ailith pulled the covers up to her chin as she squirmed further beneath the sheets. âTell me a story, mama.â Liliana smiled as she ran a hand over her daughterâs hair. âYouâre a little old for bedtime stories, are you not?â Ailithâs little face puckered in a mock scowl, pulling the sheets up to her nose. âNo.â She said defiantly, her small voice muffled by the thick blanket. Liliana chuckled silently to herself. âVery well, my daughter, what would you like to hear?â She asked in a smooth voice, continuing to run her fingers through Ailithâs hair. âGobbldyguuk.â Came the solemn reply. The middle aged Miqoâte smiled in thought, looking off to the other side of the room before returning her loving gaze upon the tiny child, nodding. âAlright, but you must stay asleep,â she raised a finger to make her point, âno more sneaking around the castle at night, making midnight visits to the kitchen and causing the kitchen master any troubles.â She placed her finger on the tiny nose. âUnderstand?â Ailith pulled the covers back down below her chin revealing a wide grin. She nodded. âYes, mama.â Liliana folded her hands in her lap, straitening her back. She was a proud woman of relatively high standing in Ala Mihgo. Her husband, Kajyn, was one of the foremost advisors to the ruler of the city-state and an ambassador to the others. In his early days at the post, he would often times be gone for weeks on end to lands far off, but he always returned. When their two children were born, maternal twins, Kajyn traveled less and when he did, he wasnât gone nearly as long. In the recent weeks, his entire schedule was cleared of ambassadorial duties, being passed on to someone else for the time being, while Kajyn focused on grooming their son and youngest child, Isaac, to one day take his place as not only advisor, but also to lead the House Vadoma. Though she thought it selfish, she was glad that, for the time being, Kajyn would be safe behind the walls of their home and not on the road where any number of unthinkable dangers could arise. They were safe, all of them, at home. Liliana nodded. âGood.â She gently cleared her throat and looked up in thought as she began the story. âOnce, in a land far away in a kingdom that was prosperous and happy, a princess had just come of age when she was ready to be married. Her father, the king, had arranged several meetings with suitors from other lands to vie for her hand in marriage. But the princessâs heart already belonged to another and though she entertained her fatherâs choice of suitors, she did so only out of duty. âAt night, when the castle was asleep, the princess would sneak out beyond the safety of the walls, into the forest where her beloved awaited. Samuel was his name, and though he was common born, the princess fancied him more handsome than any of the suitors her father brought to bear. âThe two would while the way the hours of the night, talking, laughing, sharing stories, often outrageous ones of dragons and gnarled beasts, often times they would just lie in the soft grass on the crest of a hill, gazing at the stars, holding each otherâs hand in quiet profession of their love for one another. âOne night, when the princess reached the place in the woods where she normally met Samuel, he wasnât there. She didnât find this strange, as she was sometimes early and had to wait a little while for him to show up. He, too, had to sneak out to avoid his father. âAfter waiting almost an hour, the princess began to grow concerned. Though it was against their rules, for fear of getting caught, the princess started to make her way to the city and to Samuelâs house, so see if he was all right, when she heard a noise off in the forest. She stopped stone frozen in the warm night air, her eyes growing wide as gooseflesh crept up her back and arms. The noise sounded again, closer. The princess couldnât move she was so frightened. And then she saw it; movement in the shadows.â Ailithâs eyes were wide, the blanket had found its way back up her face to cover her nose, little fingers tightly gripped the edges. Liliana leaned in with a grin. âAnd then there was a loud crack!â Ailith jumped with a squeal, pulling the covers over her head as her motherâs hands darted out and began tickling the childâs sides. Ailithâs cry of fear turned into uncontrollable laughter as she tried to escape deeper under the covers from her motherâs hands. âAnd do you know what happened then?â Liliana asked, pulling the blankets away from her daughter. Ailith was curled on her side, still in the throws of laughter, happy tears staining her cheeks from the effort. She wiped away the tears with her knuckles and turned her head, finally able to bring her laughter to a halt. âThe Gobbldyguuk got her!â Her mother nodded. âThatâs right, andââ she was cut off by a distant explosion followed by a rumbling shockwave. Her head darted around to the window behind her, the red silk blinds billowing in the gentle breeze. âWhat on earth,â she said to herself as she stood and went to the window. She squinted her eyes as she looked out the window, trying to see farther in the night, to try and find the source of the noise when came another explosion, much closer, much louder. Yellow and orange light filled the night sky as she saw the fire. The entire castle shook with the force of it. âBy the twelveâ¦â Ailith, who was sitting up in her bed, frowned in fear, her blue eyes wide and brimming with tears beneath the fall of her sandy-blonde hair, her ears lowering to the sides of her head, her tail wrapped around the ankle of her right foot. âMamaâ¦â Liliana broke from the horrific scene she was witnessing and rushed to the bed. âCome, child, we must find your father.â She gathered the frightened girl up in her arms, put her tiny head to her shoulder as she began to sob in fear. Liliana whispered soothingly to Ailith, trying in vain to comfort her as her own fear was evident in her normally soothing voice. Without further hesitation, Liliana quickly went to the chamber door and vanished into the hallway as another explosion rocked the castle. ~

Isaac stretched his head to one side as he rubbed his shoulder, trying to work out a kink he had gotten from sleeping oddly on the forest floor the night before. He had been traveling nearly non-stop from Thanalan, sleeping only when he couldn't stay on his feet any longer. It's not that he had important business in Gridania, though he hadn't checked in with the Adders Nest in quite some time, but rather he was eager to get home. That, and he was to meet someone in the Conjurer's guild in two days time, so really he was early. As he made his way up the path to the Adventurer's Guild, Isaac could tell it was going to be a busy day. People were already milling about to a from the guild, no doubt gathering their daily allotment of leves hoping to earn some gil. It might make for a good way to kill some time. "The Blue Skies Adventuring Company is looking for brave adventurers willing to delve into the ruins of the Tam-Tara Deepcroft! Check in with Ser Rosethorne on the main floor near the stairs to the airship dock!" Isaac turned his attention to the Hyur shouting out the invitation, his ears twitching slightly at the level of the young man's voice coupled with the noise in the guild. Isaac wasn't really one for going on adventure's with people he didn't know, but therein lay the problem; he didn't know a lot of people. He was by no means sheltered, having traveled to lands outside of Eorzea, even visiting his Miqo'te ancestral home, but he never had anytime to sit down and make friends, gain allies. He nodded to himself. This was as good an opportunity as any. He checked to make sure his tail was securely wrapped around his waist, out of reach and sight, then made his way to the stairway. As he descended the stairs, his sharp green eyes darting about at the people gathered in the lower level of the guild, he noticed a table with several people occupying its chairs. This must be the one, he thought to himself. He tossed the sides of his cloak over his shoulders and adjusted the shoulder strap of the black sleeve covering his left arm, his right arm curiously bare, and stopped before the group gathered at the table. He placed his left arm on his hip and nodded. "Ser Rosethorne? I hear you're looking for aid traversing the Tam-Tara Deepcroft."

If you're talking about a higher social status, like being a member of a prestigious house, that generally seems to be ok, as there are one, or two, people here who make that up for their characters. As long as the setting is in Eorzea, revolves around one of the city states and you aren't like... kin to the ruler, or king or queen of some distant land, it should be alright. My character, Isaac, is the son of a high ranking advisor from Ala Mihgo from the house Vadoma; a completely made up house that I don't need to go into too great of detail with seeing as Ala Mihgo was razed and Isaac's family was killed. So he has no high ranking standard as far as social status's go, at least not anymore. I can give you an example of what not to do, what's not acceptable, as I was on the receiving end of this. The original version of my character Eternal Darkness was from an entirely different dimension and was transported here via a magic portal. That's a big no no. There was some controversy over that aspect of my character, a few didn't care about it, other's said it was... kind of god-moding. I've had a few issues in the past with creating characters. But Isaac is a plausible character with a common background that doesn't cross any of the borders I've tread upon in the past. Other than that, pretty much anything goes as long as it stays within the boundaries of the realm: you can't be immortal, no magic super power that can kill anyone, or anything.

Whuts wrong with male miqo'te? Anyway, welcome to the RPC! Glad to have a new face.

Isaac stood shrouded in the shadow of a tree, watching the steadily growing company around the camp fire at Bentbranch. The smell of the food slowly wafted around him, steeling up his nostrils. Even from this distance, he could smell the food almost as well as if he were next to the fire. He stole a quick glance to the sack full of fish at his side. He had wanted to push on to Gridania, but with the growing darkness and the thread of rain, not to mention the heightened dangers surrounding the forrest due to Dalamud, he decided not to risk it. He would see if they would share their fire, if only to cook his own food then leave them to their devices. He turned at feeling cold finger tips upon his bare, right arm. He looked into the hood of his companion, a pair of ghostly white eyes stared back up at him through the shadows. She whispered something urgently, shaking her head. Isaac reassured her, then stepped out from the shadows and made his way towards the camp. A frustrated sigh came from the shelter of the shadow he had left, and the woman darted out after him. Though Isaac was physically fit and athletic, he was not of stocky build, however, if was clear that his form clearly over-powered the small woman behind him standing nearly two heads taller than she. When they reached the group around the fire, Isaac placed his left hand on his hip, his arm covered in a loose fitting, black cloth sleeve, and smiled warmly, nodding to each in turn. The fire gleamed off his black hair and made his green eyes glow warmly. By his ears, is was clear he was Miqo'te, but his tail was strangely absent. "Good evening ladies, sir." The woman behind him clung to his bare arm, keeping her head low.

Apologies, I usually never forget to post the link. Was a bit rushed at the time. Thanks for posting it. :frustrated:

Yoshi-P is back with the 39th Letter From the Producer and in it is a fairly lengthy explanation of how the Alpha stress test is conducted and the progress they've had so far. Alpha testing is currently in phase 3, with one more to go. So they should be sending out some more email invites for the final stages of testing, so keep an eye on those inboxes!

Yeah, I'm leaving it installed as well. Though it is rather empty on the servers. I just like to log in every once in a while and rummage around.

A little nit picky, but if it's not too much trouble, could I get a capital 'V' for vareal? if not, it's cool.

I'ma grumpy type! But happy holidays none-the-less. ;|

I R a sneaky devil

Ahh, good ol' Canada. How's the weather?

AiV is probably art institute of virginia or something, but that reel is just suppose to showcase the various things I worked on the quarter I just finished. I'm a senior in the Digital Film and Video Production program, when I finish I'll have a bachelors of fine arts. My main focus is editing and writing. If you look closely in the shadows at 0:16, you'll see someone watching as the guy with the torch slaps the chick. Thats me, the guy watching from the shadows.

0:16

nope, lol. give up? (I honestly thought me getting axed was the hard one to spot)

the guy in the hood and shooting the gun in the begining is not me, but the same person. I am, however, the guy getting hit with the axe, so kudos on picking that one out. The chick being slapped in the begining is also the same guy in the hood and shooting the other guy, so notme. But you're uber close to that third one

I personally don't use the book page of the site, I have the forums book marked in my browser at the board index page, the only time I see the book page is if I log in from a different location and I head straight to the forums.

No those are not me, but those are both my films. Because I didn't see the third time, I'll give you one of them. at 0:30, with the guy with the red aura thingy and black sky, that's me. Find me two more times and you win a prize