Xydane Vale

Xydane inhaled deeply as he rucked his way east, towards 'Ishgard.' The wind had picked up and the snow provided poor visibility. Step by step, his greaves crunched loudly into the cold snow. "You know... you're quite damn heavy." Xydane stopped, catching his breath while lowering his hood to wipe his brow. The temperature was frigid and the Lalafell's weight was giving him one hell of a workout. In freezing climate. Damn. "I... didn't think Lalafells were this heavy... but between you and I..." inhaled the knight as he resumed the small trek through the snow. "... I never liked the Brass Blades but you Immortal Flames though... you'll do." Of course Xydane was honest on that statement. He along with his brother had served within the military many years ago but those times; however, felt like they never existed. "Look at the bright side, at least you don't get to walk nor feel the bite of the wind. Even if you walked, I think you'll just sink into the snow." His imagination finally besting him, Xydane bursted into laughter. Kokojo was probably going to whoop his ass but nonetheless, he continued to laugh. His personality always did change and Xydane knew himself to be a different character whenever he was in front of someone new. Perhaps it was because this Lalafell's company reminded him of Jajara Jara. 'Yep. You lost your composure.' As the winds began to die down and the snow coming to a pass, the iron gates stood valiantly as the bridge to Ishgard displayed a sense of strength and magnificence. They had finally arrived at the 'Gates of Judgement.'

W-wait a darn minute!? I thought the whole marriage thing was a false rumor? ....... *Looks around cautiously and slowly walks back into the darkness*

This is pretty much Xy's expression after seeing that. Ah, good ol' Ed.

Osric looks like a smexy beast. No wonder the ladies want him. Xy is totally not jealous at all.

Hey! I know that guy! That guy in da hoodie!

Yes! YES! Look Kiht and Exiles! LOOK!

Scandalous! Go on................................. *Places chair on ground, sits on chair, drinks beer with a bag ol' chips, and watches* Dinner and a show.

Staring at Corporal Kokojo, a smirk formed into his once serious expression with ease. A plan had hit him and it came like a charging Chocobo while at the same time, it made him want to burst out laughing and drop to the floor. 'Mind your composure, dammit...' "You want details? Wait right here and I shall return shortly." Indeed, the knight did return but this time, he carried what seemed to be a rather large traveling pack. It's size alone was perfect to carry supplies for weeks but in this case, the pack wasn't for foodstuffs and necessities. "Like I said, your men will wait outside the Gates but as for you..." grinned a guilty Xydane as he slowly patted the bag. "... you're coming with me."

Xydane's stroll across Gridania was rather serene. He first stopped at Apkallu Falls in Old Gridania, admiring the small waterfall in the area and then casually made his way south where he watched a small play at the Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre. The city was quite lively as was it's usual and Xydane soon found himself leaning next to a wooden pillar as he watched a feud with interest at the Twin Adder's HQ. For the moment, curiosity was Xydane's company as he stared at the man who was protesting at the soldier. The words heard in the conversation sparked interest and when he finally walked toward them, the knight interrupted the two with a slight bow of his head and a pacifying smile. "I didn't mean to intrude but I overheard that a carriage has been blocked by debris? I'll be happy to help." The man's eyes widen with relief and he quickly shot Gavin a disappointing look before he turned to face Xydane. Thanking the stranger for his genuine offer to help, the man took time to discuss the details of the situation and when he finally finished, he shook Xydane's hand in a thankful gesture. "It's alright, I'll handle this." said Xydane, giving Gavin a friendly slap on the shoulder while the soldier nodded in return and sighed, seeming relieved for the situation being handled and not having to hear the man bicker anymore. Perhaps Clover would return once he was finished with his task. Perhaps not. Either way, it was a good opportunity to kill time and thus he began to proceed outside Gridania, leaving the peaceful city towards the woods of the Shroud; axe on back and sword resting on his shoulders. In the distance, above the sea of trees and rivers, lightning clapped against the darkening sky and signaled the coming of a storm.

Will shoot you a PM on Mon. Sorry, was on a road trip for the past few days.

"You speak to a knight of this land, Flame. You say you are with Melkire? That answers enough. I know why you're here and if you want Mynheir back and alive, you will do everything as I say." Xydane's tone was meant to intimidate and display jurisdiction. He held no love for the military of the city-states but here in Coerthas - in the frozen , his reputation earned him power. Marcus's reputation; however, exceeded that. It was Marcus many years ago that saved Ser Joellaut from a wyrm thus earning the Inquisitor's trust. It was Marcus who swore allegiance to Maulcrioux and pledge loyalty which in return, granted him and his brother knighthood. It was all because of his brother and because of the countless tasks and deeds the Vale brothers have done for the House of Fortempts. Down south, Xydane was nothing. Up north, he was everything. Taking quick glances behind him, the knight began to lower his voice. There were still spies and network of many small organizations within Ishgard and to trust any other House was to face heresy. Xydane spoke in whispers as he brought his hood over his head. "I know where Erik Mynheir is being held. There's just one problem - He's in Ishgard and the great city holds no love for outsiders. I'll keep this simple - the moment I get him out and we cross the bridge, he shall be yours to escort back to Ul'dah. From that point on, none of you can ever return."

He forced his way through the snow as he made westbound towards 'Dragonhead.' The weather bit and it made Xydane's mood not close to being cheerful... [align=center]________________________________________________________________[/align] Inquisitor Maulcrioux sat inside his quarters, rubbing his eyes tiredly after writing letters for countless hours. Time has made the Elezen feel rather old but he knew it was just the state of his body slowly breaking down. A former knight turned Inquisitor, Maulcrioux's dignified service to Ishgard including his fierce reputation commanded respect from his allies and authority from his knights. Removing himself from his seat, he slowly walked towards the window and stared outside as he contemplated things to come. Loudly, a knock on his door forced him to turn his gaze towards the entrance of his room as one of his knights walked in. "Sire? "The Unrelenting" wishes to have a word with you." "Hm? Let him in." Xydane hurried inside, removing his hood and bowed while giving his friend a concerned look. "We know where he is and time is against us. He's in Ishgard and I need your help to get me inside." Narrowing his brow with a inquiring look, the middle-aged Elezen sat back onto his chair and crossed his arms. "You do realize, Xydane, that if anything was to happen inside that city, it would be impossible for you to walk out alive?" "I already understand that but I have a plan. It'll be risky but I need you to get some of the guards in that city off my back. I need you to trust me on this one and the faster we remove Erik Mynheir from the north, the sooner we can no longer worry." For a moment, Maulcrioux stared and finally, he exhaled deeply. Taking a feather quill, he began to write on a single piece of parchment; a bitter expression forming on his face. After an hour of discussion and warnings to be heard, Xydane walked outside and grinned with relief while his greaves sank into the snow. His hand held a scroll and he neatly tied it onto his belt. For a second, he shivered. Oh, he hated the cold. Months on end did he remember freezing his ass off and the beaches of La Noscea seemed welcoming as ever. The thought made him smirk but it only pissed him off a few seconds later. 'La Noscea does sound nice...' Making his way towards the western gate, Xydane blinked and squinted. To his surprise, a body of Flame soldiers were huddling by the fires. The Hyur wasn't slow - he knew the reason for their presence and it may just spare himself the pain that was at the end of his thought out plan. Walking quickly towards the group, the knight shouted at the soldiers with a voice of command as he removed his hood. "Hey! Who sent you!?"

Just going to step in real quicky and say that it'd be best if you take this to PM with Erik. Just a word of advice. :thumbsup:

Gah! I'm working on July 12th! FML. Oh well, all I planned on was sitting back and watching everyone kill each other anyways. :lol: *Pops feet on table, kicks back, and chugs down a beer*

To sum up last night's tells... Osric Melkire: I'm at Beaconhill Lighthouse. Xydane Vale: I STILL CAN'T FIND YOU! Osric Melkire: LOL LMFAO. I laughed so hard when I discovered that the lighthouse was an actual place. *Derp*

This takes place a couple of days after this scene and explains Xydane's absence before coming to Limsa Lominsa. [align=center]________________________________________________________________[/align] Memory served, he didn't forget - there was still one last thing to do. The leather straps of his boots were tighten hastily as was the sword's sheath on his back. Armored gauntlets were held down while fingers fitted into their sockets and Xydane grinded his teeth. Marcus entered the room, shoving the iron doors open as he did so. His eyes narrowed at his brother's appearance as he gave him a questioning look. "What do you think you're doing?" "Erik Mynhier is still missing," replied the aggressive knight, his eyes still directed at his prepared equipment instead of his older brother's. "I'm going to find him." "So you've heard the reports. If you think I'm going to let you go alone, you'd be o-" "This is mine, Marcus! Mine alone. Alarvaux's main body has been dealt with but there are still remnants. You weren't there when Sigmund fell. I'm going to finish the rest of them off." "Xydane, you're still recovering. The three of us are. Do remember that good intentions pave the road to hell. I understand that you want vengeance but do not let it cloud your judgement. Be careful where you plan to tread, brother." Marcus stared silently, watching his brother sheath his last sword promptly. The older Vale felt pity for his blood. Xydane still wanted revenge and blood only paid with blood. That, unfortunately, was the only way the Vale brothers knew how to end such matters. That was their way of life. As Xydane turned to leave the room, Marcus beckoned. "Here, take this." Unstrapping his own sword and heaving it towards Xydane, Marcus nodded in faith of his success. "Send the bastards my regards." "Will do." A silent acknowledgement between both brothers gave life to the keep as the weather swarmed with unforgiving snow. Coerthas was certaintly cold that evening and as Xydane lowered his hood, he stared into the sky and silently cursed. With long strides, he began to run.

*Quickly runs up, high fives, and then runs away* Haha. Anywho, I like keeping my statements simple. I enjoy RPing everywhere whether it's a popular area or not. My character travels and if there is one thing I love about MMO's - it's the opportunity to RP in a scenic area and I can name a bunch of places in Eorzea. You don't need a bunch of people to RP. I have found many times in many strange areas that a simple RP session with even a single character can bring meaning and life. That's what make it fun.

What's funny is that I watched that film for the first time two days ago.

Meanwhile... [align=center]________________________________________________________________[/align] It was a gorgeous day in Gridania and though clouds were starting to form in the distance, the sun still shined with a brilliant ray of majesty. Dressed in light armor and covered by a black coat, Xydane removed his hood as he quickly made his way toward the Botanist Guild. It was funny to think that his nervousness and excitement clashed at the same time. It has been months since he had visited Clover and he was overjoyed to see her. Held in his hand was a bouquet of emerald and golden flowers, tied neatly together by a white ribbon. The emerald flowers were meant to represent the color of the girl's eyes while the golden roses was a favorite of his past beloved. He had handpicked them himself and thought of them as a wonderful gift. Exhaling deeply, the young man approached the closed door of the guild and knocked. Only in a short moment did an elderly woman answer, her expression sincere as it was surprised. She smiled warmly. "How can I help you, dear?" "Evening ma'am," said Xydane while a shy smile made it's way onto his face. "I was wondering if a girl named Clover was here today?" With a slow shake of her head, the old Hyur replied. "I'm afraid not, son. She's been gone for some time and I think she may still be traveling." Hearing the news caused his smile to slowly vanish as a hint of disappointment kicked in. Still, he had traveled up north to see her and the thought of waiting couldn't hurt. Bowing his head thankfully, Xydane held the bouquet towards the woman and beamed once more. "If she does return, can you make sure she get these flowers? Tell her it's from Xydane." "Of course, dear! Might I also say that these flowers are absolutely gorgeous. I'm sure she'll love them." "I'm sure she will too. You have my thanks, ma'am." Bowing once more, the knight turned and casually walked away. Perhaps it was time for him to visit other parts of the city. Gridania was looking rather lovely this time of year anyways.

*Has no FC thus cannot own personal quarters* This makes me very sad. VERY sad.

Welcome to the RPC! If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask! This community is full of friendly people! Also, please ignore the small tiny teddy bears walking around. They are known as Ewoks and please... don't feed them. *Shakes Ewok off his leg*

Xydane saved Erik. :3 Does he count?

Captain Mynhier! Glad to hear that you're doing alright. I, along with many others have been wondering about your status but it makes me feel content to see that you are doing well. And yes, Episode I of the "Ishgardian Plot" has ended and everyone is currently started on Episode II. Xydane; however, has finished his role for the plot in the first episode. Have a speedy recovery and we hope to see you ICly soon.