BlessedSilence

Garston relaxed in his home, a glass of the best wine gil could buy in one hand. Bringing it to his lips, the pearl in his ear beeped and he growled. "What is it?" "Garston, the ruse did not work. It held the dog off for only a time but Desmond appeared robed and hale." The man sighed, swirling the liquid in the glass. He heard the lacing of worry in Ophi's voice. "Do not worry my dear. I have one more trick up my sleeve. Go to the Sands and ask Momo where Ashca is. Then ..." Garston grinned to himself. It was all too easy. "Tell Ashca to take my lost pet cat to his ... house. He will know where it is and I want you to follow him. Do not touch Asdrellia. I have my own game to play with those bastard Drifters." "As you say, Garston. I will contact you when --" "No. Do what you see fit after the cat is taken. I trust you to not disappoint me Ophi." The smile could be heard as the elezen replied, "You will not be disappointed, love." Garston closed the connection and relaxed once again in his chair, swirling the red liquid in the glass and taking a long sip. It was a fine day indeed for this new game. Ophi smiled down at the miqo'te that sat tied to the chair, his face already beaten and bruised. Her men took pleasure in their work and it showed. "Wakey wakey cat. The fun is not over." She nodded to her men and as one slapped Milo awake , the other continuing his work. She reveled in the miqo'te screams, as well as the frantic cries over the pearl in her ear. She kept Milo's pearl sitting on his lap so Kayle and the others could hear every single sound. This went on for a wonderous time until Milo was able to slur part of where he was. The anger built in her, and she dealt her own blow to the miqo'te chest, enough to break a rib or two. "Now now, it is not nice to ruin the game, Milo." But what was done was done. Over the pearl she heard them talking, and knew they figured it out. They were in a small part of the displaced Ala Mhigan camp. She gave one of her men a signal. He nodded, knowing what was planned. The sun began to set as two pairs of heavy footfalls echoed in the cave. "MILO!" The cry heralded the coming of two men as they approached. She recognized the one, Stone was his name? ... and the other ... yes, the one who was the mage .. Arry ... "Look Milo, we have company ..." The miqo'te raised his head enough to see who came, just as Ophi's man ran his knife along Milo's throat. As the miqo'te slumped in the chair, she watched as the two readied their bow and spells, killing her men. She on the other hand grasped the stone around her neck and focused on Ul'Dah, the stone whisking her away. Garston smiled at the gathered group of Drifters in the Sands. He laid out his hand to them all ... "You have a choice. You can save your cat and I take the girl, or you save Asdrellia and Milo dies. Which is your choice?" He could see they did not believe him. Ophi's bluff before did not work with Desmond, which is true, but when Garston did his game, it was real. No punches were pulled, no deceptions. When he said someone would die, they did. The doors of the Sands opened, and Ophianne walked in, the elezen grinning. Coming to his side, she planted a kiss on Garston's cheek. "All is done my dear." "Hm, good good." He raised his gaze to those before him. "Well, it seems your choice was made. I bid you all good night." Taking Ophi's arm, he ushered them both from the Sands, not wanting to look back or dally too long. They walked for a time through alleys and streets, the elezen knowing better than to ask questions right now. Stopping before his house, Garston turned to face the woman. "Well?" "Milo is dead. Seems the ones called Stone and Arry heard what Milo slurred over the pearl." Garston growled, not because the miqo'te was dead, but it did ruin what he wanted to do. Yet it all did come out well in the end. Grabbing Ophi roughly, he grinned and pulled her close. "It seems you did not disappoint me, my dear. I think that means a fitting reward, do you not." Ophi raised a brow slightly. "Are you asking me to your bedchambers?" "I do not ask, Ophi. I take what I want."

Handing over the small package to the moogle, she gave the creature a pleasant smile before finding a seat in a shadowed corner. The last few days were quite busy for her. She hand found one of Kayle's dogs sniffing around too close to Garston's home, and made to lay a trail to pull him away. It had worked, but she wanted to do more. Her men gave her an excellent description of the dog, and she went about gathering a matching shirt and ring from the Immortal Flames he was seen wearing. Finding a poor sod in an alley, she gave him coin to put the shirt on, then shot him through the heart with an arrow. One had to make it look real. Getting her men to dispose of the body, she put the bloodied shirt and ring in a package with a note. And now she sat, waiting ... And he came, the hyur striding to the moogle and opening the package. She saw his reaction, and she smiled. Oh how it felt to toy with the man. She wanted to torture and break him, fit punishment for humiliating her so. He turned down the street, and she followed at a safe distance. When he sat down upon one of the many benches along the road, she found purchase on a bench hidden by foliage. "He made a lovely scream when my arrow pierced his heart, you know. Garston does not like filthy mongrels sniffing around his home." She heard the air suck into his lungs before Kayle shouted "Show yourself!" "And ruin the game? There is no fun in that." It took some time for him to find her, but she just sat there as he faced her, the bloodied shirt and ring clutched in his hands. She smiled sweetly, taking in the waves of anger, desperation, and hatred that rolled off the man. They had exchanged their usual pleasantries, with him giving his boring childish threats before walking off. Stifling a yawn, she rose from the bench and made her way back to Garston's house. She did not get far though as a figure blocked her path, then another. "There she is!" With a sigh, she turned to watch Kayle approach her and stand beside the two figures. She recognised them both as being there when she was humiliated. "More of your dogs, Kayle?" A roll of her eyes as she sat on the bench behind her. "Your master truly is a man of all words and no action." It wasn't long as more people appeared, each having the stench of a Drifter on them. But she did not mind, smiling when Kayle told of the items that belonged to Desmond Aryll he received in the mail. Sounds of shock and anger escaped from them all, even a few sobs. But every well laid out plan has a chance to be ruined, that saying made truth as one final robed figure appeared. Pulling the hood down, a collective gasp was heard. "Desmond?!" "Hm ... and that trail to throw off your scent worked so well in the beginning." The hyur pointed his finger at her chest "You will have to do better than that. I got the information I came for and your disgusting ruse will not stop us from bringing you and that bastard down." The crowd of Drifters moved closer, and even she knew when she was outnumbered. Kayle sat to her one side, while the large highlander they called "Booker" sat to her other. A part of her recognised the highlander, as she had met him none too recently at the Sands. "What say you now, viper? Your trick did not work. We will be taking you with us and you will tell us where Garston is." "Just a minute, Kayle. I still owe her a drink. Now don't go anywhere ..." Booker handed her a flask with a smile and she took it. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of whatever was in it, but what she noted was the heft and weight in her hand, and she smiled. "Thank you." Raising the flask as if to drink, her fingers moved quickly and she slammed the object onto Booker's forehead. The sudden action caused enough chaos for her to break out between the group and bolt through the city, her goal was to get lost in the sands of Thanalan. "After her! Don't let her get away!" Kayle's voice rang in her ears, and she smiled. The game was not over just yet.

What would make it that Miqo'te have shorter lifespans? Just curious as I'm not sure if there is any definate charts around.

Hm, there has been info on the Lodestone that there are servers that had problems with say, shout or special emotes that have been resolved. Even on Gil it hasn't, the chat seems to die for about 5 minutes, then works, then takes the crap again. SE seems to have some something for shout, but that's when someone repeats the same exact message over and over, but of course they aren't stupid and just change the last bit with a few letters to not be bothered

Climbing into the open window was too easy for her. The hyur was asleep in the room, all alone. It would be easy for her to just grab Asdrellia Pemberton and leave, but what was the fun in all that? No. The game is what was important. Something glimmered in the fading light, and she picked it up. The fool girl left her linkpearl on the table near her. Picking it up, Ophi placed it in her ear and touched it. "Which one of you is Kayle Delwyn?" She smiled, hearing the response. The game had begun over the pearl as her thin fingers combed through Asdrellia's hair. Garston would have what he wanted soon enough. But ... she wanted to play for a bit first ... How could something go so terribly wrong?! As she hid in a desolate shed out in Thanalan, her mind swirled over the last hour. He arrived alone. Just where she told him too. She was not afraid, her people stationed in strategic areas. She laid out the terms simply, but he refused. She used a tactic that worked on many. He still refused. Then he advanced on her ... his eyes dead. They still made her body shiver when remembering them. He did not care about the arrows pointed at him, nor did he even seem to notice when she struck her best blow against his chest. He just stood there. And then they appeared out of the blue. He had lied to her, something she would have to grudgingly give him credit for. A group, perhaps seven or eight, weapons and magic at the ready. She used the signal. She was no fool. She heard the arrows fly and heard them make purchase against armor or flesh. It did not matter. But the worst part ... She ran. She ran into the desert of Thanalan, and now she cowered in a building like a weak child. "This is not over yet, hyur. There is still one more I can sink my claws into. And he is all by himself in Ul'Dah"

The whole of Fallgourd got that infamous linkdead symbol before I got 90k ... now can't find the serverlist, and when it does ... 1014 ... I think Gil bit the dirt. *sigh* Well might as well work on my story.

From what I can tell yes. They use it in the context of something like "Three bells ago ..." and this was in Gridania. So I can't see them use it in a context with ships.

Yet there are places like Ifrit that lock you in place until everyone watches the cutscenes. I don't get it.

I. Basic Info Characters:Asdrellia Pemberton Primary character:Asdrellia Pemberton Linkshells:Driftwood Coast Primary RP linkshell:Driftwood Coast II. RP Style Amount of RP (light, medium, heavy): I try to focus my RP as heavy as I can, but I will change that depending on who is around. I am also one who will try and be a part of every story, but please do not be offended if I decide to not participate in something you make. There have been a few around that, personally, I feel breaks Lore too much and I wish no part of. Views on RP combat and injuries: As a healer class, if someone is injured, I will more than likely try to heal it. To me there is no "death", it is one's character being so badly wounded their soul is clinging to their body. Personally I believe in the soul, the after life etc, so that does play a part in my RP. I will ask if it is okay to heal an injury or perhaps if an injury can be healed. When it comes to RP combat, Asdrellia will have no part in it if possible, but will try to heal anyone who is her friend or who is wrongfully attacked. If that isn't wanted, do let me know, but be ready for an overly worried healer. Views on IC romance: I am all for romance. I love it. I think it brings something to the game knowing one has a special someone waiting for them to adventure with. Views on non-romantic RP (family ties, etc): I would be more than open to such ties, like adopting someone. For now, Asdrellia is an only child, so surprise sisters/brothers won't be happening, but a distant cousin? That would be neat! Views on lore: I'm pretty stuck on lore, to a certain point. I have come across some RP backgrounds that have their people summoning the primals, or singlehandedly kill one, or perhaps remembers all the Warriors of Light. I will not have any part in such stories. I also put Asdrellia outside the main story ... (I was so annoyed when they kept treating her as a non-Gridanian when she lived there since she was like four!) Views on chat functions (/say, /linkshell, etc): For RP pruposes, I use /say and our Free Company Linkshell. III. Other Info Country:United States Timezone:Eastern Contact info:You can contact me here on the RFC as it seems the best line of communication. Also, don't be afraid to send a tell in game. I'm more than happy to hear about your RP and see if Asdrellia can assist. [align=center][glow=blue]~Special announcements can be found in the posts below~[/glow][/align]

Also, I have though about a theme for Asdrellia ... perhaps someone special to her could get her to sing it one time ... gFYv2uopwkY

My Free Company does this. Of course, as once of the only "full" healers in the fc, as I am now a White Mage ... they all look at me when a group needs to be made :? Hopefully more players will become more flexible and level a healing class. Or Squeenix will make more :lol: OMG I cannot agree with this enough. As a CNJ turned WHM I swear I have a bullseye engraved on my forehead. Every dungeon, any adds that pop ALWAYS aggro me and make a beeline. I could be picking my nose, doing nothing, and wham, 6 mobs on me. I tell my group before the fight, the adds will aggro me, every time. I hug my tank like he/she is my lifeline, praying they can get some AoE taunt off to grab the mobs. So don't be so quick to blame the healer. We have it hard enough chain healing a tank with poop gear while trying to keep ourselves up. :cry:

Not only is this Asdrellia's theme, it is also the one song she may sing for someone if they ask. Growing up on a farm she found her attachment to nature at a young age, and her love of flowers only grew. gFYv2uopwkY

Too mary sue. For me, they are created by the will and aether. I mean even when killed they disappear. So .. how does one take a trophy of the home? It will be gone the second the primal dies as the essence and will that held it together dissipated. Nah, it's hard enough with everyone saying they defeated Ifrit. I personally have nothing to do with the main story with my character.

I've seen a THM set water on fire ... you people are wieeeerd.

I think though that all this could make for an interesting RP character. As a female Miqo'te you see all this happening and make it your goal in life to educate and empower the females to not have to do such "jobs". But of course, one has to take what life throws at you. In all honesty, would anyone have been offended if the hyur or elezen were portrayed as such? Not trying to belittle to subject but I have seen my share of hyur prostitutes around Ul'Dah or scantily clad ones. Which is a pain since I can't walk around the game w/o players sending me lewd tells ... of course a few players are an exception to the rule :lol:

I just finished becoming a white Mage today and the text I read seems they just don't give it out willy nilly. Even the NPCs were surprised an outsider was chosen to get the power. Makes me wonder if it is abused it will be taken away? I built my character around becoming a white Mage. Hope you find your class!

That's why I did not pick the race to play because they -are- very sexy (IMO) with not only looks but emotes as well. I have done the FATE in Costa many times but I guess I am just not bothered by those kind of things anymore. But one has to keep in mind the culture who made the game as a whole. I'm sure if westerners made it there could be differences. I mean the Miqo'te I know like to drink

Asdrellia sat in her rented room, lost in thought ... Miss Fae waited outside her door at the behest of Mister Delwyn ... Where did she see that elezen before ...? The face came to mind .... Green markings ... Ponytails ... Brown hair ... Earrings ... "Ophi! I remember!" She ran to the door, flinging it open and looked to Miss Fae ... "I remember her now! We need to find Mister Delwyn." A long sigh escaped her lips as she looked upon the shattered remains of her bow. It would take nigh upon a week for another custom made one to reach her. "This Miss Pemberton is more of a pain that I thought." Carefully putting the remaining pieces into a small trunk in her room, Ophianne Rillemont sat down at her desk and picked up a quill and paper. She scribbled out a small missive and rolled it up. She did not trust the moogle mail for this, and instead opened her window and let out a shrill call. Flapping wings proceeded a large bird that perched on the windowsill, steely eyes turning to look at it's master. "Be a good dear and take this to Garston. Quickly now, and I will have a nice feast for you when you return." The bird replied with a shrill cry and spread it's wings, lifting into the sky. Ophi watched it for a few minutes until it was nothing more than a speck. "I shall have to change my plans. Let us see about finding more on these ones ... Kayle Delwyn and Desmond Aryll." Going back over to her trunk, she rifled through some papers until she found the one she wanted. It was a slightly ripped flier talking about the Driftwood Coast, found tacked on a board in some lonely tavern. "Hm ... yes. Nothing like a bit of an inside job, is there?"

As the sun settled overhead the next day, Garston looked up to see the front flap of his tent being pushed back, revealing an elezen woman. He smiled, waving her in to sit on a small stool. "Getting so poor you can't even afford a mud hut, Garston?" the woman grinned, folding her arms. "Quiet woman. I have a job for you." "Straight to business now, eh? No trying to get me to warm your blankets anymore?" Garston grumbled. "I said be quiet!" He pushed two objects into the woman's hands. "Here. A picture of your target and some information. Her name is Asdrellia Pemberton. She joined some ragtag bunch called The Driftwood Coast or something." The woman unfolded the picture and gazed upon it, engraving the image into her memory. "Such a pretty face ..." Her eyes snapped up to look at the Highlander. "What did she do? Steal your favorite spoon?" "No. She stole thousands of gil that is rightfully mine!" He jumped to his feet, pacing the small space in the tent. "I worked for months ... months getting those damned Amalj'aa to strike a deal. I will not have my goose egg escape from me." The elezen woman flipped open the small journal, thin fingers scanning over the names. "And who are these people?" "Those are names of the 'Drifters' I could find. I want you to hunt them, stalk them .. I want to know when they eat, where they piss, when they trip over a damn rock. Everything." "Easy enough." Pocketing the objects, she stood. "You know my price. I want it before sundown and you will have the information you seek." The tent flap is pushed back letting in a burst of light from the mid day sun as she exits. Days passed as she collected the information Garston asked of her. She was good at pretending and hiding. Any small bit of information helped in the long run. And now, there she was, pressed up against the side of a small building overlooking the small crowd of people around a fire. The sand quieted her footfalls and the shaded trees masked her presence. Scribbling out a note she pushed the tip of the arrow through the paper until it rested on the wood of the haft, nocking it, and letting it fly. She watched it land barely an ilm from the hyur's foot. He picked up the arrow and scanned the note before speaking to those around him. It was utter chaos and she reveled in it. Patience ... patience ... before she let loose another arrow, aimed between two figures close together. She watched them start back and dodge out of the way. A grin touched her face as she slowly slunk backwards into the shadow, spinning on her heel and towards Limsa Lominsa. A distraction ... a way to get them away from her. Yes, she knew this Asdrellia fell asleep at the bar not too far away. Bring chaos to the others and sneak around the rocks ... The woman was just waking up when the elezen found her. She seemed to be speaking to someone, yet the bar was empty. A linkpearl perhaps. She would have to be careful .... She nocked an arrow and aimed it at the hyur woman's chest. "Move down the ramp quietly ... and I will not hurt you." She saw Asdrellia's eyes widen. "Get away from me!" She heard the words moments before something solid slammed into her chest, knocking her off the pier and into the water below. Struggling to the surface against the current and her heavy clothes, she found purchase on a rock. Coughing, her eyes took in the sight and sounds of a group of figures racing up the ramp to where her target was. "Thrice damn you." She lost this time. But there will be plenty more chances. There was always a slip up, a careless moment ... "And that is when I will strike."

Garston stared in fear at the bodies of his guards, then back to the people in the small room. He may be a warrior when dealing with gil but not when dealing with actual fighters. He pointed a shaking finger towards Asdrellia. "Don't ... don't think you escaped me bitch! I will get what I was promised! I will be back!" Skittering backwards on the ground like a crab, Garston twisted himself to get on his knees, staggering to his feet before running down the street to the jeers and shouts from the Drifters in the room. Asdrellia peeked her head out from behind Kayle .... Her eyes widened at the arrow in his shoulder and Bloodwillow's side ... "I have gotten you both hurt. I am so s-s-sorry!" Quickly she went to work, hands before her ... A soft glow eminating from them and around Kayle's wound. The arrow pushed itself out and dropped to the ground with a clatter ... She did the same to Bloodwillow at her spot, the arrow meeting it's twin on the ground ... Her attention then turned to Desmond, sending a soft healing glow around him, unknown what injuries he sustained ... "I thank you f-for protecting me, a stranger. The least I c-c-can do is help you." Asdrellia's eyes brimmed with tears ... "And I m-must rely on you once again in the f-f-future. Garston will be b-back for me." Thank you for the wonderful help with Asdrellia's beginning story! Since she is now in the FC I am closing this but will be the first part of Gaston's plan to get her back very soon. Stay tuned!

I added yalm so thank you for that! Looking over the 2 links given. Thank you so much!

Hello! As I played through the quests, I have been coming across strange Eorzean words strewn in with the text. At first I thought some were typos, but it seems it is added flavor! So I thought to make a list of them, if anyone would like to use in their RP. Keep in mind, my translation comes from word in the sentence with the context it was used in. Measurements Ilm == Inch Fulm == Foot Yalm == Yard Malm == Mile Onze == Ounce Tonz == Tons Time Measurements Nonce == Moment Bell == Hour Moon == Month Nameday == Birthday ((The three above, though sounding normal, gave the above context in the sentence)) Other Anyroad == Anyway Forefend == Protect/To Defend Against (Cute Courtesan: Twelve forefend! They simply won't give in!) By the by == By the way If you come across any more, please post below with the translation you think it is and I will add it! Also if you feel something means different than listed, post that too!

The lead guard deftly moved out of the arrows' way, the three arrows striking one of the archers at the door, and he crumples to the ground. The second wave fails to come even close, and the guard was close enough to put his full weight into Desmond, the points at the end of his fist weapons slamming into the man. A flash of light happened a split second before any sort of impact, lessening the blows that continuously bombarded the hyur even through his skilled parrying and blocking. If the monk wasn't stopped soon ... Asdrellia hid behind Kayle's back, burying her face in her hands ... The other archer let loose a string of arrows. In such a confined space, his aim was poor, so he aimed at the largest target in the room.

Desmond I'm so sorry! Right when I told you I was back all the power in my house went out! I hope to be back soon on