SessionZero

I think I need to re-evaluate my life.

*Resurrects thread* Update! Commission for Kyri:

For Llaine, I believe the best word to describe her overall plot is Sacrifice. After spilling too much blood for the wrong reasons, she has returned to Eorzea with the singular purpose of bringing Hydaelyn's light to the land and acting as a shield against danger for her friends and allies. She is ready and willing to sacrifice anything for anyone, and will fight to her dying breath for what she believes is right and just. Alternatively, Divinity could also be used, as she strives for absolute purity in the light of the Crystal.

Fine, have a debate fact to chew on: FFVIII WAS BETTER THAN FFIX I... agree I'm bad at debating with you : ( Literally the only game worse than VIII was XIII.

Wow, that was really well done. I had a good chuckle at it. 10/10 would popoto again.

Let's be snarky shit-stirring Highlander power bitches together, Vi.

Let's do iiiiiiit!

Oh! She's also available for hire as security or an escort for people in Ul'dah. She's born and raised there so she knows her way around the place.

My highlander is a former Ul'dahn socialite (her father is a wealthy merchant lord) and also an ex Immortal Flame, so if you're interested, send me a /tell in-game to Llaine Tetheros and let's play

Hey there, putting out feelers to see if anyone knows of a LS or individuals who are closely tied with the political tensions in Ul'dah, namely Monetarists vs Royalists. I'd like to get more Ul'dah-related RP going for my little (big) Royalist Ul'dahn highlander. Revolutionaries, greedy bastards, shady characters and everything in between are welcome. Check my signature for the character's wiki, it's the one labeled Llaine Tetheros Thank you for your time, now let's get a riot going!

You know you want in this LS/FC. Also this is just the monthly bump to let people know we're still active. Magical shenanigans abound.

Here to break the stereotype that Elezen men are rare and that they are all gay:

No Mod's Land. In-depth lore discussions and analysis. A vibrant IC section filled with many talented and bright writers putting down great, great stuff for everyone to read. Bronco Grease. The wonderful dorks I've met in game, and have yet to meet. There's very little not to love about everything, we just need a little reminder from time to time.

It's hard to find anyone straight in this game that isn't an NPC.

I was rping an Ishgardian before it was cool.

I have three giraffes: Alfort, Reilan, and Celeste. We're around, you just have to climb the tress to find us.

Can't say I've ever been brought to tears, but that's probably just because my soul is a fossilized rock shrouded in darkness and puppy bloodI'm not a very cry-y person. That isn't to say I've never been moved by a particularly mushy or dramatic RP, though.

Show me kickass WAR and DRK weapons. Big money no whammies.

Ah, his two favorite things: cough syrup and alcohol.

Even though I voted for Highlander (I have so many Middies, it's not even funny), this also intrigues me. Question is... Sea Wolf or Hellsguard...? Sea Wolves have slightly more lore, making Hellsguard rarest of them all. Something something mountains, easier names. According to lore, Hellsguard Roegadyn are actually more adept at aetheric manipulation than their Seawolf cousins. There's a fair few thaumaturges that come out of Abalathia's Spne.

Loud wooden creaking resounded in the air as the great double doors which stood vigil to the inner sanctum of the cathedral opened. The cacophony was contrasted by quiet, timid steps, muffled despite the metal clop that bounced off each cobblestone as their owner hesitantly approached the altar which stood before the titanic statue of Halone. Fingers encased in metal gauntlets traced over the polished wood of the pews which stood in silent witness to the grandiose decor of the house of worship, painstakingly crafted to inspire reverence in any who sought succor in the arms of Ishgard's Goddess here. The timid steps grew even more muffled once the plated feet trod upon the rug that led to the altar, and in the dimly lit gloom of the sanctum, only a shadow of an armored figure could be discerned until it broke a beam of light defiantly standing against the dusk. A gray-skinned Duskwight girl stepped through the light, hair black as midnight and pinned back in a neatly cropped hairstyle designed to be efficient in combat. Her bright, ice-blue eyes found themselves pinned to the visage of the Goddess of War, and it was clear the girl had seen no more than 20 summers, if that, so fresh and unmarred by the trials and fire of combat was her skin. Another parishioner who had come to offer prayers to the Fury glanced over at the armored Duskwight, lifting a curious brow at the girl's timid nature. The girl brought one hand up to rest on the opposite arm, nervously tracing the lines in her armor as she continued to stare at the statue. Why she seemed so timid was beyond even her, and she lifted her chin slightly, reinforced her resolve, and strode the remaining few steps to the first line of pews, where she suddenly stopped. The single other soul in the sanctum continued to watch her for a moment before silently rising to leave, leaving Celeste alone with the spirits of the holy place. Celeste inhaled and exhaled a few deep breaths. Why was this proving so awkward and difficult for her? All her life had been dedicated to the Fury. Through ridicule at the hands of the other children, derision by her superiors, largely ignored by the nobility as a Brume-born Duskwight, she had never once wavered in her dedication to Halone. Yet now, faced with a true, tangible test of her faith, she found herself faltering, just a little. She moved past the first line of pews to stand just before the statue, gazing at it reverently, and dropped to a knee. For a moment she was silent, conjuring the words that she so desperately felt the need to speak. Anything that would soothe her turbulent soul, give her the courage to face what she knew was looming on the horizon. She lowered her gaze to the feet of the Fury, and settled her other knee under her body, adjusting her pose from a respectful kneel to a pitiful slump. Her hands shook slightly as she willed whatever courage might yet be found within her to the forefront; she would not appear as a weak, scared little girl before the Goddess. She was a knight of Ishgard. Or rather, she would be. She swore that, to herself, to her mother and father, to those who said she would never amount to anything - this plain, unremarkable lowborn Duskwight - she swore. She would be the greatest holy knight Ishgard had ever known. A weapon of legend, forged from naught into a shining beacon of the glory of Ishgard and the Fury. An avatar of Halone herself. This newfound pride swelled within her, and for a moment, her resolve found its footing. She straightened a bit, and said in a voice that shook only a little, "No battlefield shall I fear to tread, and no foe shall I fear to face, for mine ally is the Fury, and She shall not lead me astray." Her hands shook more, and her breath came in uneven drags as she struggled to maintain the composure she had such a tenuous grasp on. Her lower lip trembled a bit as she continued, "Through blood and thunder shall I stride, and death shall hold no sway over me..." Her voice cracked just a bit and she tried to stifle a sniffle. "For mine ally is the Fury, and She... She shall not lead me astray." As the final words left her lips, a barely suppressed sob followed, and she gritted her teeth. No. No. No more crying, no more fear. 'Mine is the Fury,' she thought, 'And She shall not lead me astray.' The soft plink of water hitting her gauntlets made her look down. Tears rolled off her cheeks and onto the polished bronze of her armor, sliding off almost instantly with the motion of her shivering limbs. She gritted her teeth, fighting back the tears that threatened to cascade from her eyes, shrinking her form more and more as she felt her will slip away, until finally she broke, and curled into a ball at the feet of the Fury, weeping softly, and begging for her mercy.

Update! Commission for Askier:

I suppose? Savage Mountain mostly adheres to Hellsguard Roegadyn naming conventions, and he's a big mofo, so I guess the Mountain part fits. Reilan Orycia neither means anything to my knowledge, nor is lore appropriate for a Wildwood Elezen, so suck it I guess. Celeste means "heavenly," and her goal is to be the Most Holy Knight Ever, so that fits in a sense. Her surname, Pelderain, I got from the in-game name generator.

...Forgive me if I'm mistaken but aren't pureblood Garleans like... their own race? I'm pretty sure mixing with an Au Ra, or any of the other races of Man for that matter, would result in a half-Garlean, with no third eye, since it's explicitly stated that only pureblood Garleans (again, which I'm pretty sure are their own race) possess the third eye.