Zaheela

(unfinished)

Wow... it's been a while... Here's pretty much everything for... A while? >_> that works?

Progress post: All Aces done - Ace of Wands Ace of Coins Ace of Cups Ace of swords (Barabar Gohtaskalwyn) Two Series (1/4) Two of Wands (Verad Bellveid)

Honestly? Rhea would have a froslass, even though type wise she'd use either Ice or Dark types. For the type of role, I'm not sure.

I may do the D.A.R, but it may be better if i went in as a reserve. I need to actually update my sheet with that sig. ach from the other event... but i tend to forget.

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I swear, if this suddenly ends up with a commission with a harpsicord or kazoo I will cry and drown myself in dim sum.

By special request: (full image) *Somewhere, there are faint screams of accordions and hell beasts* Commissions may reopen soon.

Hoooooboy, so it seems that the majority wants me to make an actual working tarot set. This means drawing 57 new cards (I guess this means Gus' kings of sword is now officially the king of swords). I will continue to try and find the rest of the card holders, but If it comes close to ordering time, I will keep them in the printing, though if they have issue, i will remove them until I say that the grace period is over. No, I won't be running another contest for the other 57... I'd most likely run into oncoming traffic from all the stress. The King, queen, and jack will be more or less picked at random, maybe in a blind, come find me situation, unless people would rather me run a contest for those 11.... not sure, I have no spine. Here goes nothing.

So, I've got a rather weird question for the former winners of the tarot cards. I'm sure some of you already have been contacted, but with my schedule and the existence of alts, I figure a post will be faster then climbing onto a tall bookcase and waiting to attack you on sight. See, I've been considering making physical cards of the tarot set themselves. (Sample print) So I wanted to clear with the winners if you are comfortable with me printing out these cards for the sets. If you do not, please contact me and I will remove the card from the set. This doesn't mean that I will be giving these to someone else in a contest, I will simply create a new card, at whim, to insert into the printed set. Also, for everyone else, if you were to purchase a set (I figure it'd be about 20 dollars), would you prefer the set as is (30 cards) or would rather me create the other cards missing. The issue with this 2nd option is that it will take me at least 1 and a half months to do, if not longer if my job doesn't play nice.

...god this thread is dusty... -Turns on the fan... summons titan with all the dust....- Welps. Anyways, This one is the one I promised to Leanne. I really suck at keeping promises timely. But at least It’s done. Her request was for something in line with the fate/series theme, specifically an archer. I saw all the stage 4 art and... I REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALY want to do the other 'classes' (Someone stop me!). So I figured why not use all my greek mythology dorkism to good use. 1 Hint, She’s wearing a girdle (if you bastardized the meaning 6 times over). Now onto that god darned accordion from the lower pits of RPG hell....

All that could be heard from her office was the ticking of the clock and the scrape of pen tip against paper. Rhea frowned as she continued to write down the formal request for aid, only to go back and cross out certain parts. More minutes passed before she realized she realized she had reached the end of the page and had nothing really usable on the page. With a quiet snarl of rage, she crumpled up the paper and threw it towards the fireplace. Her handmaid looked up from her sweeping up the carpet with old tea leaves, before scooting the paper into the fireplace to burn. The acrid smell of burning ink and parchment filled the room and Rhea sighed. “Shall I put on another pot of tea Mistress?” The young Dunesfolk asked, though she had already begun to prepare the tea as if knowing the answer. Rhea only nodded before sighing and pulling out another piece of paper. Holding her pen above the paper, she glowered. Asking for help into a possibly dangerous situation wasn’t the hard part; all she needed to do was mention riches and she’d have a group more or less. The problem was how much of the truth could she reveal? The great Gubal Library was rumored to hold thousands upon thousands of books on every topic imaginable. From exotic recipes to the forbidden arts, scholars around the world would flock to their halls. Hell, she knew from sources that books which could trigger horrible wars could be within those same halls, which was exactly what she was looking for. Standing up suddenly, she turned to the crate of books beside her desk. Pulling out the gem of the collection and the reason she needed to rush the crate out of Ishgardian lands, she carefully pried open the Histories of Dragynkin. While the contents were less a historical textbook and more of the breakdown of dragons, their subclassifications, and notable dragonkin, it did contain more information on the great wyrms and their sire then all of her books combined. Turning to the bookmarked page, she traced the sketch of Ratotoskr, rearing up on hind legs and ready to breathe down fire upon the knights in the picture. Under the picture were ominous words “She whose cry summoned upon us all Destruction.” While the book didn’t go much into detail about her early life, it was known to the author that she had died before the start of the Ishgardian Holy war against the Dragons, but as to who had killed her or why they had killed her was lost. Mostly because there was a page ripped clean out of the book. Whatever the page revealed was now lost to her, but at least it was a start. At least with the book in her hands, she could assume a few things. One was that the books obviously existed on the topic, though they were either from 3rd parties or from previous eras. Secondly that the Inquisition was NOT aware of their existence. If they did, then she wouldn’t be holding the histories to begin with. Third, she would need to get to these books as fast as possible, since now that the doors were open, it was very likely that the Inquisition, or at least the more radical parts, would come in to set the books ablaze. Settling back down into her seat, she flipped through the pages, eyes skimming the names of the other elder dragons and their sire. “What have I gotten myself into?” Rhea asked the clock as her maid returned with a teapot and an apple tart. The tiny Lalafell scrambled up the step stool, laying down the tray within arm’s reach and preparing a cup of tea for her. Exhaling, Rhea put the book aside and picked up her pen. Staring at the parchment, she wondered before putting pen to paper. Wanted: Adventurers to aid in expedition. Experienced fighters only. Location: Hinterlands Rewards: XXXXX gil & spoils (OOC: Im not sure of how much to put here) Expected duration of expedition: X days travel, X day within location, airship travel will be provided. More Information will be made available upon signing of confidentiality contract. Requester: Merchant Rhea Zaheela References appreciated but not required ...Prettycats preferred.....

if Only I wasn't ICly locked up in ishgard... Ah well... easy answer... airships

It took everything within her to not swear out loud in the middle of the street. Even with all her experience with the merchants of Ul'dah, the ishgardian elite were a wholly different, and almost intolerable, beast. Signing the written agreement with a little more force then necessary, she gave the proper farewells and stormed away. Up numerous steps and foreign doors, she quickly retreated into her rented room, pulling the coat off. “Blasted pig, may his ventures fail!” She hissed to the wall, before taking a deep calming breath and flopping back onto the goose feather mattress. Hand idly groping for her pack, Rhea managed to wriggle out her worn journal, flipping it open. Staring at her notes, her frown returned, thumb idly brushing over the dried ink. “She who is kin to the mad Wyrm Nidhogg, long since slain by the righteous blades. The fallen dragon Ratatoskr…” She recited from memory. Closing her eyes, she remembered the fevered words of the old man. Just what drove him to be so… forward with beliefs that even the outsiders knew to be considered blasphemous to the Ishgardian City-state? She wasn’t honestly surprised when the Inquisitor and his guard appeared, but certainly seeing such a man be swayed by dew filled eyes and somewhat unbelievable innocent pleading. That girl certainly had the luck of the twelve, that or the man himself was not worth the Inquisitor’s effort. Whichever it was, Rhea was just glad that it apparently had not spread that she had been within the crowd. Still, the name worried her. Why talk of elder dragons long since dead? For that matter, why was such beliefs so important that it would be passed on even behind the backs of the Clergy? If what this man was saying were true, then the most logical thing would have been for the Clergy to weave Ratatroskr’s name into their own books. There were too many unanswered questions. “By the wanderer, why am I even concerned about the rantings of a man who may not be of sound mind?” Rhea asked the ceiling. ‘Because you’re curious.’ Her mind answered back. Tail tip thrashing, she growled. “Yes, well, it could just be a waste of time.” ‘You do realize you are arguing with yourself?’ “…..mrgh.” Flopping an arm over her eyes, she sighed. No use arguing with herself, she’d just have to admit to herself. She’s curious. Knowledge that was lost or considered ‘covered up by the church’ would be a welcome addition to her book horde. Rolling over to her stomach, she sighed. Flipping the journal pages back a few, she stared at her schedule. Groping for a piece of graphite, she crossed out a name and circled another. “I suppose a trip to the new settlement in the Hinterlands will need to be pushed up.”

I used a few ic-ly but as of present time it's limited to 3. An owl, spriggan (with limited speaking capabilities), and a fat cat.

The Hermit - Zozomaru Roromaru - Magus sister And with this, it's done.... other then the other ones but you get my drift.... *flips table as a distraction and runs out*

Am I in the right area? If it's ok, could I sign up for an event?

Ears flat and tail tip twitching, Rhea stormed passed the posters, nose in a book and a giant, floppy hat on top of her head. Pausing in front of one random poser, she glanced at it, only to blush and shake her head. At least it didnt show much of her face, but she wasn't about to risk it. Originally? She had considered a cowl, but that seemed a bit excessive. "It should just fade out of existance, give and take a few days... yes... The book was worth it i think..." Mumbling to herself, she quickly power walked away.

Sooo, Erik chose to pass on his card to someone else, and I have been pondering how masochistic I want to be... So here's the King of swords from the royal suites of the tarot. As for the rest... *shrug* kidnapping?

[align=center]Death - Aeron Volkova (Pheonix) [/align]

Sooo, Kage acts like this.... But we all know that to most of us, it looks a little like this...

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Just something cute while I finish sorting out entries.

[align=center] The Star - Vaughn (Alexander)