CrimsonVonSanguine

^ This.

Actually, the News Room thread regarding server selection did an admirable job of keeping track of which communities were going to which servers. The fact is, most voters just didn't care. Which is no surprise. But even ignoring that, once we do have more information regarding the servers, and we do get an idea of where would be best, doesn't necessarily mean the majority of voters will select that server. I dunno, it just seems a little silly and unnecessarily bureaucratic.

A revote will put us in the same mess, we would just end up picking another "pretty" or "popular" name. If we vote on anything, I'd say we vote on investing someone with the responsibility of picking a server and discussing some pros and cons with the community :3

I really don't think it's any surprise that the server that won this vote is also the one that's more popular amongst the XIV community as a whole. Thus, it's become populated more quickly than the others, and in this case taken down. But that's the inherent problem with the vote, for every 1 person that's picking a server that would've been more ideal for a growing RP community, 5 more are not. I already have a character on Lindblum, so I guess it doesn't really affect me, but I feel like it's going to be a problem if the server we end up picking ends up being chronically congested or at high-capacity, especially considering the fact that we intend to direct the vast majority of XIV's RP community here. Should've just let Castiel reason it out and pick one for all of us. (Couldn't resist, had to say it.)

The night... its sweet, haunting melody was one he knew far too well. Just like the the pair of trench-coats ,crafted from the skin of his quarry, that he wore layered over his slender form, he wore the darkness of the hour just as easily. He had been observing quietly, a key trait of any hunter, especially one so notorious for tracking and slaying his own kind: fellow children of the night, fellow dreamers of the dark dream. The obsidian pools that scanned the dock side held the same patience and cold calculative foresight from the immortals of legend, noting the target of this night. Bludwyn. Pale lips muttered silently, a whisper only the dead could hear "The contract... must be fulfilled. The prophecy... must be averted." What dark truths were hidden behind such cryptic utterances were only for him to know, a burden of the Sanguine bloodline. His delicate porcelain features failed to hide the ice cold expression of a true hunter, a betrayal of his true darker self that only the moon would have the honor of seeing this night. He leaped down from his rooftop perch, the tails of his two trench-coats flapping in the wind like the wings of a thousand ravens, or a bakers dozen at the very least. His perfect otherworldly form landed silently behind the Bludwyn girl, the only sound that would alert her of his presence would be the drawing of his obsidian-bladed scythe, a family heirloom with no equal, uttering a resounding metal 'clink' as he tapped the base against the ground. "My lady, it is far too dangerous to be out at such an hour." Dangerous for her perhaps, but for Crimson Von Sanguine, dangerous nights were an eternal companion.