Val

Not everyone as I said earlier, Val has lost several times. He certainly won't lose if the person doesn't know how to realistically defeat or outsmart him, but I'm not opposed to him being taken out and I know several others that are just fine with it. Loss is actually a great RP opportunity. Your character has to deal with that loss, humiliation, fact that someone is better than them, etc. Others will see it as a reason to get stronger, need more training, whatever. It's really entertaining either way and, arguably, one can say the opportunities of RP from a loss far exceed that of a win.

Eh hem. T1? T2? I TYPE FASTER THAN YOU, I WIN! Oh god. Memories... Ah, Liadan. I adore you. In fact, I'm actually in touch with some of the old school people that did some RP in Ayenee/Nerima back then they're apparently trying to start up another thing.

I absolutely love freeform combat. In fact, my original RP playground was made up entirely of freeform. Ayenee was a great place, and those people came up with a lot of the rules that have carried on to the turn-based combat of today. I will certainly say that it can come with its issues. I have no problem with losing a battle, but I won't let someone just.. well. Win. If the person is going to run around and do backflips and dance around and try to be flashy, that simply isn't going to win a fight--not in any realistic sense. I also have an issue with Dragoons that seem to think that jumping super high into the sky and landing on someone is the best thing they can possibly do. I've ran into more than one that believe that their attack is instantaneous rather than requiring the time to jump, ascend, descend, etc. ..But, as others have pointed out, there are some really great and amazing people out there that do it and know how to do it properly. Several of these people have managed to beat Val. He's got several flaws that these people know how to exploit, and it's incredibly fun watching them do so. Others, well--they just don't, and unless there's a specified outcome beforehand, if their characters make mistakes that Val would see, they'll likely pay for it. I try to operate as realistically as possible within the bounds of lore and physics. Val can't do a triple somersault and kick someone. I mean, I suppose with practice he could, but anyone in their right mind would just.. you know. Step away. He knows this, and he knows what works and what to watch for. After all, the majority of his career has /been/ fighting. All of his attacks are precise and quick. He gets in close, does damage, and gets out. My other character isn't nearly as skilled at combat and, should the poor guy ever find himself in a true situation, he'll likely lose. I also have a caster that specializes in ranged combat and can do some absolutely amazing damage at a distance. However, if anyone ever manages to get in close, he's pretty much lost the fight. I try to find a balance with all of my characters that, if the opponent can find the weakness of said character and exploit it, there's nothing my character can do. If the person simply outsmarts the character (which many have done with poor Val and others), then they're sure to win as well.

I always try to make it comical when it's used around Val. He doesn't have the aether/ability to really use magic, at least as of yet, and I don't think he could ever really figure out how to actually use an aetheryte. That being said, he can kind of "hitch a ride" with other people when they use it and it often leaves him queasy. The first time, he vomited everywhere.

I'd imagine teleportation can happen, but it takes a while. And like many things, one could likely find a way to dim the effects of the stone so that it takes longer to gather the aether necessary to perform the teleport. As far as combat is concerned, let's assume teleportation takes 30 seconds. That's.. a lot of time. Even if it was just ten seconds, that's a LOT of time. I'd imagine anyone in a combat setting can fire an arrow, throw a bunch, cast a quick spell, whatever to try and stop the person from teleporting away. Assuming their teleport is successful, it does use aether. If anyone is nearby, perhaps someone familiar with aether can trace some sort of, ah.. aetherial residue in order to discern the location the person went? If not the location, the general area, which would be far less OP. I'd imagine something like that would take an expert in the field rather than just your atypical caster, though. Just my thoughts

You'll find no shortage of RP on Balmung. Feel free to say hi if you ever see me on Val Nunh, Melfice Vainchelon, or Cyrus Mulano. I'd be more than happy to drop in and get some RP done sometime

I admit nothing! D=

I, too, have a dark character along with my RP partner that plays his companion. I wouldn't say he is thoroughly evil so much as he has dark tendencies, and I'd be more than thrilled to toss him in your plot, as I'm sure she would be! Toss me a message and we can exchange Skypes and get stuff going if you wish )

There is a bunch of us trying to bring RP back to Limsa! This reminds me that I need to log on Cyrus more and interact with NB. I've been AWOL lately with another alt, trying to get him geared up x_x; More RP in Limsa sounds great. Let any of us know and we'll gladly hop over sometime!

You know I generally try to be available for friends =) hit me up sometime and we can do some RP!

Pain. It wasn’t something foreign to him. As a Seeker in the Wolf tribe, Val had been constantly subjected to it for as long as he could remember. He’d first learned to deal with emotional pain as a child when his mother, Diah, was forbidden to care for him as she had in his early years. After all, he needed to learn to fend for himself in case he was left alone in the wild. The second, third, fourth, and many other times he’d been introduced to it was when he trained with other tia and went on hunts. His training was not kind and often resulted in bruises that lasted for weeks; the broken bones lasted much longer. He’d never been subjected to healing herbs unless it was absolutely necessary. They had told him that he’d need to learn to work through it in case he was harmed outside of his tribe’s reach. It certainly seemed to help at first. After all, he’d gone on many hunts and received many wounds from the beasts they’d slain. But if any of that really held any merit, then why the hell did he hurt so much now? It took a moment for the darkened canopy above to return to focus. The taste of something metallic flooded his mouth and something wet dripped from his lips. In the background he could hear some sort of loud buzzing noise, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. The more he regained consciousness, the more pain flooded his sensors. The first thing he noticed was that his head throbbed relentlessly. Next the hot, searing pain in his back. His left arm absolutely refused to respond to his urges to make it do so and another sharp, pulsating pain emanated from his right side. Then, more darkness came. But he was still very conscious. He knew this because his sense of taste had never left him and he could still hear that annoying buzzing sound. Finally his eyes adjusted further in order to find that the looming shade above him was, in fact, another Miqo’te. The dark brown tuft of hair along the ears gave it away, but the Miqo’te didn’t seem very friendly at all. He wore a deep-seated scowl along his features, something made thoroughly more intimidating by the strong, square jaw and large, broad shoulders that accompanied it. His golden eyes pierced the darkness to ensure Val got a good look at them as he knelt down after the much, much smaller Seeker. It was only then that Val caught a glimpse of a sickening scar that curved its way around the opposing Miqo’te’s neck. It all came back to him in a sudden flash. This was W’renhari. They had known one another since they were babes. Renhari was always considered a prime contender for nunhship ever since a sudden growth spurt sent him towering above the rest of his tia brethren. A fateful hunt some years ago changed all that. Val was not quite of age to attend the hunt, but he recalled Renhari’s fallen form being brought back to their settlement. A ziz that the tribe had been tracking managed to catch him off guard and take a large bite out of his neck. Many believed he’d never make it without proper care, and Tende almost refused to give it to him in order for Val and the rest of the tribe to know what it meant to be careless. Renhari showed great promise, and Tende felt that letting one such as him perish would be a mistake. The tribal healers mended the wound the best they could and left the poor boy to fend for himself. Much to their surprise, Renhari quickly recovered from his wound. His voice, however, was forever lost. Val felt a vice around his neck and what must have been a tree settle down on his chest. His airway had been cut off and the Seeker began to aimlessly writhe beneath his assailant. His only good arm reached out for something—anything—to help him gain freedom. His fingertips brushed over an object, something rough and hard. His fingers immediately curled around it and his arm swung around with every bit of might that he had left. The large branch crashed into the side of Renhari’s skull, just along his brow, and sent him rolling away in a mixture of pain and fear. Val rolled in the opposite direction in order to gain some distance between the two. He struggled to stand and, once he did, suddenly knew where he was. He was surrounded by the rest of his tribe, all deathly silent as they watched the spectacle unfold. The buzzing he’d heard had been in his head all along, likely ringing from when Renhari knocked him to the ground—if that’s how he’d even ended up there in the first place. Both of their hunting spears were randomly scattered about the field, disarmed by one another during what must have been a close fight judging by the attention they were being given. Unfortunately for him, one seemed to be very close to Renhari’s position. Val also recalled that the two were in the final match to be recognized as a nunh, the position left vacant by Renhari’s father. Territorial disputes were not uncommon for the Wolves, thus why they cherished strength and tenacity over all else. Tende had always been one to fiercely protect what was theirs, including the lands they’d settled in and their surrounding areas. He’d tried to settle things peacefully. The neighboring tribe, their own Wolf brethren, had agreed to leave their lands after they’d managed a few nights of rest. They attacked not long after and, while they had won, Tende’s tribe was not without its casualties. Renhari’s father was amongst them. Renhari’d trained long and hard after. Both Miqo’te believed the position to be their birthright, and both were quietly uncertain as to whether or not they’d be victorious. Over time, their rivalry grew. Val often teased Renhari, making fun of his inability to speak by stating that he deserved his fate. After all, had he been good enough he’d have never been caught by the ziz in the first place. Renhari was not quite as cold as Val. He accepted Val as a worthy opponent, even respected the humility that he’d tried to bring. He spent many evenings training and meditating in order to ward the negative emotions away. For him, it all boiled down to that final moment when he’d be able to unleash everything he had at Val. Then, the Seeker would pay dearly. Val was the only male sired by his father, and his father took a great deal of pride in him. Not only his father, but the entire tribe expected great things of him. They saw the only son of Tende as a great omen; becoming a nunh was his destiny. It was the sole reason he was birthed, his purpose to live, and he would not come this far just to let it slip out of his grasp. With renewed vigor, Val knelt down to pick up a stone almost too big for his fingers to wrap around. Renhari had not quite recovered from the wound, which gave him plenty of time to hide the makeshift weapon behind his back. “You can give up now, you know!” Val boasted to Renhari in his native tongue. “I’m not a ziz. You’ll get no mercy here.” Renhari had certainly been hit hard, the skin tearing open just above his left brow. He’d be forced to keep that eye shut now, half-blinded thanks to the blood that dripped from it. He brushed his forearm over the wound to try and relieve himself, but it was no use. Even the tiniest droplet would be enough to blind him. With a huff of annoyance, Renari stood. He lifted one of the previously discarded hunting spears with him and raised it in a challenging gesture towards Val. “Mute, dumb, and blind?” the Seeker continued, a cocky grin on his lips. “You can’t catch a break, can you? What makes you think you’d ever be a Nunh? You dishonor your father by even trying!” That set Renhari off. He’d let many things slide by him over the years, but to question his devotion to his father in such a public manner was more than he could handle. He pulled the spear back and charged with all his might. Val followed in turn, stumbling at first but eventually finding the strength and energy to keep his legs beneath him. When the two met, Renhari thrust the spear forward with his right arm. Val jerked to his left, the weapon just grazing the right side of his neck as it went by. He simultaneously swung his right arm around to deliver an open-palmed strike with the previously acquired rock directly to Renhari’s exposed trachea. Renari never saw it coming. Val turned to peer down at his foe, watching closely to ensure he’d not get back up. Renhari would not move. The only sounds that could be heard were the pathetic gargling as he tried to breathe. No one cheered. No one moved to help Renhari. No one dare sought to congratulate Val. No one except Tende, that is. Val turned to find his father moving forward from the edge of their makeshift arena. He dropped to his knees and bowed forward to show his respect. “Father,” the Seeker spoke obediently. Tende knelt before him and brushed the tips of his fingers over Val’s chin in order to lift his gaze skyward. For the first time since Val’s birth, Tende smiled at him. Val was unable to find the words to break the silence. He saw his mother watching out of the corner of his eyes. It seemed as if the entire tribe was unsure of what Tende was going to do, as was often the case. Tende continued to say nothing Val. He stood, gave a beckoning glance to Diah, and left the arena. Diah followed, though she gave a pleased smile to Val as she wandered past. The rest of the tribe soon followed to go about their daily business. Several carried Renhari away, presumably to assist him in whatever way they could. If not, his body would be discarded. Val eventually stood and scanned the crowd. He was a nunh now, and as such he had duties to perform. Two Sunseeker females caught his eye, one well-endowed with fiery red hair and another blonde with shapely hips. He beckoned them forward and they happily obeyed. Pleasure. Up until now, it had been something entirely foreign to him. He’d never been allowed to have it as a child, perhaps in order to make him fight harder when the time came. He couldn’t use his left arm, but he didn’t care. The pain in his back and chest all but vanished and the throbbing of his head was drowned out in the pleased cries of his chosen mates. He wouldn’t last long, not his first time. But then he had them again, and again, and again, until neither of them could find the strength to continue. He lay there with a pleased smile on his face, staring up at the darkened canopy as it slowly drifted out of focus. This was something he could certainly get used to.

Personally, I think it's entirely okay to break character and just walk away if something is making you OOCly uncomfortable. In the end, you're the one paying to play this game and you should be having fun. If someone is encroaching on that fun, you have every right to tell them to please stop and, barring that, remove yourself from them entirely. As I've told someone else before, you're not going to make everyone like you. We all have different beliefs/personalities/ideas of what we like, but subjecting yourself to this is only going to make things far more uncomfortable and unpleasant for you in the long run. I hope this helped at least a little. If the person isn't willing to back off after speaking to them OOCly about it and informing them that it makes you uncomfortable or that you aren't interested, I would strongly suggest blocking them. An afterthought: I recently had to do this, actually. Someone was creeping on my character hard and would simply not stop. After some drama unfolded, I politely asked them to not contact me again. They insisted and I blocked them. Now all is well I don't generally like blocking people either, but I have no problems doing it if the person refuses to take a hint.

"Women in general are usually fickle," the platinum blonde midlander spoke as she leaned back in her chair, "the promiscuous ones moreso than the rest." "Pfft. Now yer just tellin' lies," Val replied as he eyed across the table to her. Faye looked absolutely dumbstruck by Val's response, as if someone were trying to inform her that grass wasn't actually green or that aether never existed in the first place. "It's a universal truth," she replied incredulously. "A'nope. Ya ain' fickle." "I was fickle. Then I found what I wanted and had no more need to be." She wasn't about to willingly lose this argument, but then again she never was very willing. The problem was that neither was Val. "Chocoshit. I was yer first." "Precisely. I was too fickle to settle on anyone else." Val looked absolutely baffled. ..Did she actually know what fickle meant? The third in their company, poor Worren, was left to just stare at the two as they 'debated' back and forth to one another. "What?" Faye continued, "You heard me. It made perfect sense." "Idunno 'bout all that perfect sense stuff. How many people ya been wi' before me, eh? I'm pretty sure ya bl---er. Yer just talkin' shit." Faye's eyes went wide. Was he about to say what she thought he was? "Manners!" she reprimanded aloud, "What on earth are you talking about? I haven't been with anyone else, though this is hardly the time or place for such a conversation." "What'm I talkin' 'bout? What're YOU talkin' 'bout!" the Seeker called back to her, "I know ya ain' been wi' no one else an' I ain' sayin' ya was! S'why ya ain' fickle an' I was!" Faye's eyes alit with sudden understanding, "I'm not entirely certain you have an accurate idea of what 'fickle' means." ..What if he didn't? For a split second, absolute horror stretched across the man's features. Then, he sat up from his previously slouched position in the chair and leaned forward, narrowing his eyes in a challenging manner at the woman next to him, "..Oh yeah? Well maybe YOU don't know what fickle means!" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Faye stared back at Val for some time, long and hard, before leaning toward him and narrowing her own eyes in return, "Val... fickle means picky. Inconsistent. You change your mind a lot." Val comically narrowed his eyes even further, now barely able to see her with his mismatched eyes through the small slits provided by his lids, "Nah. Fickle is one'f those weird Elezen words fer fuckin' alotta people an' y'didn't fuck no one but me so ya ain' fickle." The lady responded in kind, leaning further with her eyes narrowing even more in a comical fashion, not unlike his own. "Val," she began, "When was the last time you've consulted a dictionary?" He leaned the rest of the way, the tips of their noses touching so that he could simply state, "Th'fuck's a dictionary?" Faye leaned back in her chair, arms smugly crossing over her chest as if the question itself confirmed her victory. Val mimicked the gesture. The fact that she had been the first to lean away from him thoroughly proved his victory, right? The two continued to sit and stare at each other in silence for some time, leaving the absolutely baffled Worren to continue to observe in silence. He would observe no more. "Fuck this," he called out as he stood from their shared table, "If this is what marriage is like, I'm glad I'm single." He promptly left the two to their own devices, which mostly consisted of Faye sticking her tongue out at Val and he returning quips in the same childish manner he always had.

Pretty much this. My partner and I are very well aware of our boundaries and we both have had a significant other for a considerable amount of time. I will say that it seems very rare to find someone that's able to keep it strictly IC and RP, but man. It's so incredibly fun, and so incredibly refreshing! The moment things become OOC for someone, I immediately distance myself from them as quickly as possible.

I generally don't do RP romance unless I know the individual very well and am 100% sure that they won't take things OOC. That being said, I've had an RP partner for very close to two years now and I feel incredibly blessed with the fact that this is something I simply do not have to worry with anymore. That being said, I've still had to deal with my fair share of stalkers. I've had them try to tear our friendship apart OOCly, make me feel bad for not RPing with them over my partner, and many other things. I tend to just block them when it becomes an issue, though that's a very last resort and I'd rather settle it with conversation than coming to something so final. In your case, I would definitely have just blocked them. Also, I believe a lot of it is due to the anonymity of the internet. If everyone know what everyone looked like, where they lived, where they worked, etc, then you likely wouldn't find people to be so, ah.. tactless when it came to conversation. I'm a guy, so I don't tend to get that except from incredibly desperate females and honestly I'm only left to pity them.

Yeah, pretty much everything everyone said here. If you're worried about your IP address being leaked, you're better off just not getting online at all. It's not exactly a hard thing to come by. And as Faye has already mentioned, nowhere in the actual post did it say that Freelance gave her the IP address. It was merely a confirmation that, yes, this is two accounts using the same IP address and harassing both you and your FC members with them. Therefore, proper action was taken.

What they said! Val was also in the Free Brigade and I've more or less RPed that he was "on call" or so, or had a sudden job he had to take care of when I took off or.. whatever, not unlike what they said.

I ditto this Could be very fun!

Ditto on my end, too. It's been a weird couple of days

idk. After reading it all, I'm kind of rooting for them to continue.

I haven't really given this thread any attention, but.. man. Thank you everyone that decided to speak so highly of me. Words can't at all describe how much I truly appreciate it =) As for myself, I'd like to certainly thank the new members of the FC I'm in for being incredibly kind and quality people. It's always nice to bump into those with like-minded interests and goals. I'd also like to thank Brorod Berrod Armstrong for being the bestinest friend ever. He's managed to offer invaluable advice and stick around and involve interesting stories and RP for my characters through two MMOs now. He still remains to be one of my favorite combat RP partners, even though he and Val have only tussled a handful of times. He also continued to push me when I felt down about several aspects of the game and helped me to find a treasure trove of wonderful RPers and friends. I'd also like to thank Kiht Jakkya for being incredibly kind and accepting Cyrus into the Ishgardian plot. I'm looking forward to all the great RP to come of it! Qaeli Varily for doing everything she can to ensure I'm having a great PvE experience. She has remained a wonderful friend since early Grindstone days and I'm really not sure I'd have much drive to do any PvE content at this point without her. Also, a shout out to Yangh Linh for simply walking up to and continuing to bring Val into her story. She's been a blast to RP with and has been an absolutely wonderful addition to Val's overall character. Along with her I'd like to think the Rendevouz LS and FC for accepting me in as well. I would not have met any of you if not for Yangh, and I'm thoroughly glad that I did. I'm incredibly excited to see where the plotline takes Val! And last but certainly not least, I'd like to thank Faye Covington. She's stuck with me through quite a bit in the incredibly long time we've known one another and has been a constantly faithful companion and friend through multiple MMOs as well. In fact if it were not for her I'd have never bought XIV to begin with. She constantly encourages me to try things I'd have never tried before and is a constant fountain of absolutely quality RP and idle conversation. I quite simply couldn't find better RP partner if I tried.

The bright sunlight floating through the canopy was the first thing to awaken the young Miqo’te; the smell of freshly cooked meat incentive to rise. Young Val, barely older than a kit, immediately went about his daily chores along with the rest of the Wolf tribe. It was small, barely more than fifty members, well over half of which were female. Of the handful of males, three were considered nunh. Like the creature they’d taken their name from, the strongest of the three nunh, W’tende, was known for being fierce and wise. He was the leader of their “pack,” an offshoot from the main tribe, and had his choice of mates first and foremost. The two others had their choice from what was left over. The rest of the males were the tia of their tribe. Val went with the tias. While Tende was the leader and sired more offspring than the rest of the tribe, more often than not they turned out to be female. Many began to wonder if he would ever give the clan a new male to pass on his lineage until Val arrived. He was birthed by Tende’s most prized mate, W’diah, and there was certainly no doubt that he was Tende’s son. The Seeker had his mother’s ash blonde hair from birth. He was fair like she was, yet he had his father’s almond eyes and fierce gaze. For coloring, he borrowed blue from his mother and gold from his father. He was leaner than the other tia, not to mention better built. Even as a young adult Val noticed the looks the other females gave him as he strode by in confidence. The other tia, however, did not share the enthusiasm of the tribe’s females. Val often talked down to them even though he himself was a tia. He felt as if he were the proverbial prince of his tribe; the title of nunh his birthright. After a morning of washing the tribe’s clothing and assisting with picking the berries of nearby bushes, Val and his tia brethren finally settled down to finish what was left of the cooked meat. This had been routine for the Seeker. Val especially hated stitching the clothing, which was a job that needed tending to often due to the various trials of the forest. It wasn’t always like this, thankfully. Some mornings Val would be taken aside by the other nunh or Tende himself for private training. His weapon was to be a spear like the rest of the hunters, male and female alike, fashioned from one of the many ash trees that littered the Shroud. With renewed energy and a full stomach, Val retired to see if his mother required any assistance with her chores. His tribe was on the move and had thus vacated their last area, having picked it clean and little game remained. She could have been anywhere: washing clothes, picking berries, skinning the kill from a recent hunt, tending to her mate. Nevertheless with such a small tribe, finding her would prove to be rather simple. In fact, he nearly bumped into her as he rounded a tree on the way to the nearby stream. “Val!” Diah called out in surprise, nearly dropping the small makeshift basket of berries she carried in her hands. “Don’t scare me like that! And put a shirt on. There’s no telling what’s in this part of the Shroud. You could get hurt, or worse!” Val took a moment to look down at his bare chest, marred with a few scars and scratches from branches and briars he’d ran into. He looked back to his mom just to make sure she’d notice him roll his eyes, “Oh c’mon. A flimsy little shirt isn’t gonna make much of a difference. Besides, how’re the women supposed to get a good look at me if I go covering up everything?” Diah stared at him in disbelief before a cheerful laugh rangout. She reached across to rest her hand on Val’s head and ruffled his hair, “You are certainly your father’s son. Did he teach you that during one of those ‘lessons’ of his?” “No. He taught me this,” Val said as he turned to show her. A lengthy scar ran its way from his shoulder to the center of his back. Gruesome as it might have been, the wound had scabbed over and seemed to be healing nicely. This was largely due to the medicinal herbs used on the wound. They were painful, but they healed wounds remarkably well. The women had told him that it would make him strong, like Tende. “Well,” Diah finally asked after surveying the wound, “Didyou learn from your mistakes?” Despite her words and stern outward appearance, her voice carried a soft and gentle tone to it. She was not allowed to be motherly in public, so in private she made sure that Val was taken care of. She knew of his destiny and knew that the road would be arduous. Val smiled to her. The women often cared for their children, though few of them had ever been as caring as Diah. She smiled at him with large, blue eyes and lifted a hand up to tuck some of the sandy blonde hair from her visage. Diah was lovely in every sense of the word. She, like many Wolf tribe females, was known for being independent and self-sustaining. She hunted with the rest of their tribe, prepared their food, tended to the clothing and ensured far more than the other females that their mutual mate was kept satisfied, all without a single complaint. She knew her place, knew what was expected of her, and carried out her job flawlessly. “We’ll know in time,” a third voice rang out from beyond the two, deep and commanding. Tende stepped from beyond the tree before Val managed any sort of response. He was everything a nunh should be. His face was oval shaped and he looked upon Val with piercing, golden eyes. He had long, black hair set in braids. Some strands were left alone, however. From them hung several tribal beads fashioned from wood and dyed blue in color. Like Val, he did not wear his shirt. He trained daily and was naturally fit on top of that, lending to a well-muscled physique. It was meant to intimidate and discourage those that dare challenge him for his nunhship. So far, it had worked. Tende made his way past Val to Diah, his eyes trailing over her body. She often knew what this meant and found herself looking from Val to Tende with a pleading look in her eyes. He gave a soft grunt before speaking up, “Boy.” “Father,” Val replied obediently. Cocky he was, ignorant he was not. He knew what it meant to defy the tribal leader. “Find Kiza. Join him on the hunt. Do not return until you’ve killed something yourself.” Val wouldn’t respond, at least not verbally. He turned and began to walk away to show sign of his immediate compliance. He heard a soft gasp from his mother, forcing a curious glance over his shoulder. Tende could be seen grasping his mother by her shoulders and pushing her against the tree. Val immediately averted his eyes. He knew what came next.

In my experience, you're hardly ever going to find a community where everyone adores you. As much as it sucks and I'm sure you don't honestly know why, if they aren't willing to at least explain it to you then the best thing you can do is move on. From the brief time I've managed to RP with you, you seem to have a great deal of friends and are a genuinely nice person to be around. I wouldn't sweat it. If they wish to keep their distance from you, let them keep their distance. You do the same and try to focus on having fun rather than what some random person might say or think =)

From what I've seen, this is pretty much the best way to do it. Have it be through the sword and should the class ever actually release down the road, you'll be able to adjust accordingly. Artifacts of power/whatever are pretty much always out there, and I don't see there's any reason to say this one in particular couldn't =)

I totally get that! Perhaps I should have used restorative magic rather than the phrase "white magic." I understand that White comes from the elementals and that there are certain things in place keeping people from using it. But the point is still rather constantly being missed that in game mechanics =/= RP, which is what I've been trying to get at