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Okay that makes more sense. So when you see the change in condition you want to use a touch action. I'm getting abilities that aren't covered here, so I will be asking questions on them very soon (once I get all crafting to 15 /phew)

Nothing wrong with creating a loose alliance of FCs for people looking to do raids. We had that in EQ2 for those who didn't have a guild or whose guild was too small to actively raid (mind these were 24 man raids .. dunno how big in this game yet) Something to think about.

You either use it or lose it. Oookay ... Sorry this is very confusing. I was able to at least make a HQ leather so I think I can figure out the teeny basics with a level 1 item.

Would you or anyone be interested in some examples of how to craft? Meaning if there is a particular skill progress to do or anything? Like what do you do to keep your Excellent condition from disappearing?

Garston paced the room in his house, a frown on his face. His best woman was now dead and he had no idea who had done it. Oh there were rumors for certain, tales of angry past clients, or back stabbing merchants, but it did not fit. No one knew of her secret place except him. And he was no idiot to tell anyone about it. Yet that was the place place she was seen and where her bow was found partially charred along with the entire area around it. Someone strong in the aether or an imperial device could be the only things that would have left such carnage. What was he to do now? Would they be after him next? He shook his head. No, he had to focus on the here and now. He must focus on his business and look for someone new to take Ophianne's place. That brought a grin to his face. A place by his side and bedroom indeed. A knock came at his door. "Enter." An elderly elezen entered, bowing deeply. "Ah, Barnabaix, how is Master Rillemont faring?" "He and Lady Rillemont have taken the news well, Master Hext." Garston nodded. "My condolences. Ophianne was a beautiful woman and an excellent worker." Barnabaix bowed once again. "Thank you, Master Hext. But I have come here for another reason." "Oh? And what would that be." The elderly elezen began to close the door behind him. "It is about my young wards ..."

Items laid on top of something wrapped in cloth. Rendafel carefully picked up the first item, a book, and flipped it open. "A list of names and places it looks like." Barnabaix gingerly took the book and scanned the pages. "This is a journal of Miss Ophianne's exploits." He flipped to the last few pages. "Seems she was tracking some people from the 'Driftwood Coast' in the last week of her life." He passed the book over to the girl sitting on the bed as Rendafel then lifted out a smaller box nestled within the cloth wrapped item. Opening it, it was filled with fliers and pamphlets. "Ah, yes. Miss Ophianne would always keep such items in case she were to gain entry into a particular free company for work. Master Hext had her do a number of . . . odd jobs." Rendafel nodded, handing the box to his sister before carefully picking up and unwrapping the item. The blue cloth fell to reveal a well made bow, graced with intricate patterns and copper rings. "This is ... I saw Anne shoot this in the back yard." "Yes, Miss Ophianne was deadly with a bow as well as her fists." "How do you know all this, Barnabaix?" The old elezen smiled at the girl. "Because I am also employed by Master Hext, as well as many others of the Rillemont family. Your sister did jobs for him that he could not do, or others could not." The smile faded quickly. "You both will be tasked to do the same in the future. Make no mistake." "I will do so now!" Rendafel stood, still holding the bow. "One of those people had to have killed Anne!" "Perhaps, Master Randafel. But racing off with no training or knowledge will get you killed as well." The boy sighed, sitting down on the floor. "Yes, you are right Barnabaix. What should we do then?" Their butler stroked his chin, lost in thought for a few minutes. "I shall make a few inquiries, but in the meantime I want you both to keep this knowledge to yourself. We must be careful."

The two sat in Ophianne's room, Rendafel searching through his older sister's belongings. They had entered when their parents were out on a shopping trip, though they both knew it was to find their contacts in the city and ask questions on what happened. "I know it is around here somewhere." "What is, brother?" Rendafel sighs, leaning on the wooden dresser he was rummaging through. "I know Anne did more than just 'work' for Mister Hext. I once saw her in the yard at night practicing her aim with a bow on our old silverwood trees." He pulled open another drawer, then quickly shut it, cheeks tinging red ... he had found his older sister's undergarment drawer. "Have you tried looking under the bed?" Brother looked to sister quizzically, and she just smiled, pointing to the space under the bed upon which she sat. Getting to his knees, Rendafel leaned down and reached one arm out, blindly searching. "Ah! I think I found something." He pulled out a long box by the handle. It was made of a deep wood slightly shorter than the length of the bed and no more than three ilms high. There were no visible latches or locks, and Rendafel frowned. "How are we supposed to open this?" "I believe I can assist with that, Master Rendafel." The twins nearly jumped out of their skin, startled by their butler's sudden presence. "Ah! You startled us, Barnabaix. Do you know how to open this box?" The old elezen nodded, coming over and taking a knee next to Rendafel, laid both hands on top of the box, and pressed down. A small click was heard as the top lifted slightly. "Unbelieveable!" The sister gasped, watching her brother lift up the lid and gaze inside.

The sound of metal striking wood ... "Excellent! And again!" A grunt, metal striking wood yet again ... "Well done, Asdrellia! I think you need a rest though." Wolkan smiled, laying a hand on Asdrellia's shoulder. "I think s-so as well." She had been practicing for most of the day, Wolkan teaching and guiding her. Her arms felt heavy and her back hurt. But she gave a little smile at the compliment. "Rest yourself. We will continue tomorrow. But you have gotten the thrust down quickly. Swinging ... well, we will practice more." Wolkan chuckled. "No offense, but you look like you are trying to swat a fly away." "I am s-sorry --" Wolkan waved a hand as he led her through the streets of Ul'Dah, and back to the Sands. "It's fine. It will take time but I believe you are honest in what you say, and you will become strong enough." Asdrellia nodded, the pair stopping outside her room. "Brother E-Sumi bade me remind you to not leave your room while here. It is on the fifth floor so none but a bird could reach you through the window. Now, eat, rest, and I will see you on the morrow." Wolkan bowed, turning on a heel and left her to put key in lock and enter her room. Her whole body felt like lead as she removed the armor, leaving it in a pile on the floor. She was sweaty, dirty, and felt horrible. "P-Perhaps a nice bath ..." Turning to go behind the divider, Asdrellia went about pouring water into the tub, unaware of a large bird perched on the sill of her open window. Large black eyes moved as it scanned the room ...

Brother and sister stood with their parents and butler at the grave of Ophianne Rillemont. It was elaborately made, stone and lacquered wood in a towering mausoleum shaped building. Flowers were engraved in the wood and stone, and a nameplate made of bronze sat upon the door. As the parents moved away, the brother and sister remained there with their butler as the wind picked up, sending a cool breeze of flowers into the air around them. "Such a shame. And Miss Ophianne had so much to live for." "Oh they will pay, mark my words." "As you say, Master Rendafel." The young elezen said nothing, her eyes fixated upon her older sister's resting spot. Her brother wrapped his arm around her thin shoulders. "Come sister, let us away from this place to somewhere else. I have much to plan and do in the upcoming days." "Oh. Of course, brother." She allowed him to steer her away from the grave, though she looked over her shoulder one last time. Their butler frowned, following his young wards. When it was a matter of the Rillemont family, all interests must be protected. His mind worked as the three walked down the stone path,

Amaare and Asdrellia sharing a dessert in the Bismark, and maybe a secret or two! [align=center][/align]

Oh yeah I've had a person start spamming that one .. spell (it's like this big blue sphere) over where we were RPing over and over. I asked them nicely to stop as it was making my husband nauseated. The player said that he doesn't like RPers and why did we have to come to his server or some crap. I told him that he is more than free to block us so he doesn't need to see the RP, but we cannot block his spell graphics. He stopped after that /shrugs Normally I don't acknowledge trolls, but that was affecting someone OOCly.

The armor felt so strange .... It was light, but heavy .... Nothing like wearing cloth ... "Very good! It's fits you well Asdrellia." Wolkan smiled at her then went over to a worn chest, opening the lid. "Hm ... something perfect for you. Let's see ..." The man mumbled to himself as he scanned the contents of the chest. Finally, he stood, holding a weapon. "This a gladius. You will find many gladiators wielding this weapon some time in their lives. Think of it bigger than a dagger but smaller than a long sword. Here ..." Holding the pommel out to Asdrellia, he motioned for her to take it. Reaching out, she gripped the gladius as he let go. So different than a staff ... She could sense the many people who held this weapon before .... "It is blunt, so don't worry about cutting yourself, but it will make one hell of a bruise if you hit yourself with it." Wolkan motioned for her to follow him over to the wooden training dummies. "Now, I am going to teach you the basics of how to stand and to swing your gladius. Ready to learn?" Asdrellia nodded, her stomach in knots. "Y-Yes ..."

Okay, so. Here's the pic of my mom and that fish she caught (Kayle wanted to see it) My dad told me a bit more to the story. When they went to that marina, when they first baited my mother's line, she's all "Here fishy fishy" and they were telling her to be quiet, she'll scare the fish. Not my mom ... she first caught a shark (no joke). When they baited her line a second time, and did her "here fishy fishy" my father swears there were tons of fish just swimming around (when she wasn't fishing there were none). So out of all the men there that day (and even up until my mother passed and Hurricane Sandy which destroyed my FiL's boat) my mother caught the biggest fish (it is known as a fluke ... in more ways than one!)

It had taken many days for Asdrellia to gather the courage to return to Ul'Dah. She dared not ask anyone to come with her for fear of them being recognized. Instead, she wore the most plain robe she could find, the material covering her body quite well. Taking out the letter again, it had the name Wolkan on the front. It didn't sound familiar, so she carefully asked around until she was pointed to the Gladiator's Arena. Stepping into the large area, she gasped. Men and women both were grappling each other, sparring in a small square, or striking their weapons against wooden figures. She had seen nothing like that in her years in the conjurers tower, and was unsure what to do. "Can I help you, miss?" A voice startled her from her thoughts, as she spun to face a man behind a counter. He grinned at her and she blushed, thrusting out the letter haphazardly. The man raised a brow with an 'Eh?', flipping the letter over in his hands. "Hm, a letter for me?" Tearing it open, the man scanned the contents and sighed. "Well well. Brother E-Sumi believes you could use a tour of the Arena and meet Mylla. Very well, this way." Stepping around the counter, Wolkan took Asdrellia gently by the elbow and steered her towards the chaos. "This is our place where we ply our trade. Brother E-Sumi commented that you were upset you could not protect your friends like they do you. I assure you, here you will learn to protect yourself and anyone else in your care." He then steered her up some steps and towards a woman clad in armor. She shouted and motioned to the men and women beneath her that were sparring. When Wolkan and Asdrellia stepped up, the woman turned. "Wolkan! Any reason you are interrupting afternoon training? Hm? Who is this?" The armored woman looked at Asdrellia, a frown on her face. Wolkan just smiled, handing the woman the letter in his hand. "Miss, this is Mylla, our guildmaster. She has seen many battles over the years and I am sure can help you." "So, Brother E-Sumi wants to have you train to become a gladiator, eh?" "W-Well he suggested it --" "Wolkan! Get this woman a set of training leathers and a weapon. Let's see if she knows which end you stick into the training dummy. We will then go from there." Mylla spun back to those below her, going back to shouting and motioning. Wolkan chuckled, steering Asdrellia once again towards the back area of the arena. "Here, let's get you suited up. And don't mind Mylla. If she didn't think you were worth the time, she would have had me throw you out."

A light breeze blew in through the window of the house in Gridania. A hand moved to keep the candles from blowing out. "A beautiful night tonight, isn't it my dear?" The lady elezen smiled, lifting her spoon to her mouth. Her husband gave a light grunt, moving his hand from the candles and picked up his own utensil. "Father, if it bothers you so, then close the window." "It's fine, child. If I did, your mother would just open them again." The man smiled to his children, though they were much older and taller to be seen as such. "Mother, have you been to the markets lately? I heard Madame Posstrone has imported new silks from Ul'Dah!" "Bah, I am more interested in the weapons from there. An edge so sharp, it would slice through leather and steel!" "Enough you two. We shall go to the markets tomorrow afternoon and see with our own eyes!" The elder elezen laughed as he lifted his glass of wine to his lips. Just then, the door to the dining chambers opened, and their butler entered, a silver tray laying in his palm with a letter and pouch upon it. "Forgive the intrusion, Master Rillemont, but this has just arrived for you." The master of the house nodded, picking up the letter and opened it. His eyes scanned over the words as his expression became more grave. "What is wrong, dear?" "What is wrong, father?" The rest of the family chimed in their concerns as the elder elezen slumped in his chair. "They said my eldest daughter is dead ... murdered ..." The three at the table gasped, the women bursting to tears. "How did this happen, father. Who did this? I will find them and make them pay!" Master Rillemont smiled weakly towards his son, proud of the man he had become. "Witnesses say a cloaked man cornered Ophianne while she was resting after a day of working in Ul'Dah. This ... creature ... beat her near to death before slitting her throat." His words trailed off as his voice wavered. "Master Hext sends us his condolences and the rest ... rest of Ophianne's pay to help us through ..." "I will find this person, father. I swear on this!" Another breeze came through the window on the cool, Gridanian night, but this time, there was no hand to shield the flames as they flickered out one by one.

*sigh* I'll go and delete my comment from the first page then.

Asdrellia sat in her old room ... It had been days since she watched Milo's body float down the water in what her friends call "Milo's Rest" ... A plate of food sat untouched nearby ... A knock came at her door and she bade them enter ... "Asdrellia. You haven't touched your food." "I am not hungry, Brother E-Sumi. I'm s-sorry." "Ah, there is nothing to be sorry about. But even in such times you cannot neglect your own health." The boy ... no ... man ... walked to sit next to her on her bed ... "I have seen you daily in the gardens, Asdrellia." "Yes, I was hoping ... the elementals c-could bring me comfort. I do not know where else to t-turn." Brother E-Sumi smiled ... "What about your friends? Even though they go through trials and pain of their own after Milo's death, grieving alone is never the right answer." The man placed a hand on her shoulder ... "It is all part of Nature, child. We all are born to it, live and grow within it, and will one day return to it. You teachings as a conjuror have taught you that." "Yes, Brother E-Sumi. I know. B-But I feel so helpless. They all are ready to p-protect me with their lives. So many have g-gotten hurt because of me." "Yes, they are brave and wonderful friends indeed." The man became lost in thought for a time, before excusing himself to go and write something out on a piece of parchment ... "Take this to Ul'Dah, Asdrellia. There, look for the one written on this letter. Speak to him and see if some time there will assist in what you seek." Taking the letter, she looked up to Brother E-Sumi who had already closed the door to her room behind him ... "Well. It c-cannot hurt to take a l-look."

There really isn't many steps. 1. You r click and choose Trade on the person 2. A new window comes up 3. You put the items you want to trade in the top section 4. You hit OK 5. They hit OK 6. You confirm the trade So either they are full up, or they keep hitting cancel. Or you're giving it to some stranger by accident (had that happen when 2 people were near me and the camera angle kept it so even though I was clicking on the person graphically, the game chose another person.) So make sure their name is in the new window that you are giving the stuff to them. If all this and still can't do it, even with potions, then you both should /bug report it.

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I think it is more fun when people do not tell their weaknesses. In an RP stance, once that is found out, well they'd have something to hold over your character's head ....

Yes sorry, the LS I am in won't fit your needs.

I can attest you can get them from Amazon.

By the by - By the way Added! And thank you for the source! This is an excellent question! I will have to double check this myself as I did come across an NPC who said "Anyway" instead of "Anyroad", and that was during the main storyline before Haukke Manor. If anyone runs across any sources and in what area, let us know! I completely agree with this. I looked it up and found this about it and this. Very archaic like a lot of what is written and how. It is very strange, and lord help me, I'm saying it IRL :frustrated: Ah thanks! Added this in.

Ophi sat in her usual spot among the ruins of Thanalan, staring up at the quiet, night sky. The last few days had been full of enough excitement, her blood still pumping from it all. A cool breeze whipped through her hair and clothes as she let out a sigh. "Hello, bitch." The words startled her out of her thoughts and she spun around on the fallen pillar. "How ... where did you come from?!" No one knew of this place. Ophi stood, grabbing the bow off her back. It felt good to have the wood in her hands once more as she nocked an arrow on the string. "Oh put tha' away. Won't do you no good." She moved as Arry began to circle her, a flame dancing in his hand. "How did you find me?!?!" He just laughed at her shrieking, and flicked the flame to the side. The bushes and dried material caught fire and spread quickly around them. "What are you doing? You'll kill us both!" "Oh no. See, you're tha' one that's gonna die 'ere, bitch. But very slowly. Very. Slowly." Ophi raised her bow and let loose an arrow at his heart. The wood caught flame in the shield of flame that swirled around him, and fell to the ground in ashes. "It will do ye no good. Now be a good bitch and lay down!" The blast of heat struck her in the chest, knocking her off her feet. She hit the ground hard, the material of her tunic burnt away, her skin blistered and sore. "Twelve take you! Are you insane?" It was so painful to stand, but she did anyway, firing another volley of arrows at the hyur. There was very little space to move, as everywhere flames licked at both their heels and singed their clothes. But he never faltered as the arrows burned to ashes as they struck his shield. "Please ... wait .. don't .. don't do this! I will give you anything!. Gil, women ..." The words spilled from her mouth as the hyur growled, sending fire towards her once more, the flames licking and consuming the bow she held. She screamed, her hands engulfed in flames, falling to the ground once more. "Nothing you do will e'er bring Milo back! You tortured 'im ta death, and I will do tha same to you!" Her screams rang out through the Thanalan desert, gathered and taken across the sand by the wind. No one knew how long they lasted, but many swear it was for many bells before they stopped. As for Arry, he stood over the unrecognizable form of the elezen on the ground, before moving his hands to engulf the corpse in another ball of flames. He did not stop until it was rendered into ashes and swept away in the wind.