Tagyr

Banner Miqote - ....I'm short... Elezen - ...Your suppost to be looking at the camera.. Hyur - ..wait..*folds arms* are cameras in this world..hmm Roegadyn - Camera? well hope they get my good side...see right here! Lalafel - ...ooooooooh... Hehe, nice work. And Ami and Remi looking as cute as always.

Thagyr watched the exchange and felt a little glad when Nedral decided to punch the guy in the face. Having little tolerance for showboating when it came to the elements. However he watched the last shot from the stranger as he healed his nose at the same time as leaving the Miqote with a small injury and instantly took an immense disliking to him. With the people gone, he finally began to remember why he did come here. Attempting to find a quiet place to contemplate his new 'calling' with the underground group Balthazar's Favor. "Spose there ain't no runnin' from that", he muttered to himself. Taking the wine bottle and chugging the last of it down in one gulp. He stood and began his trip back to Uldah. Its gonna be a long time till I can get peace

Maybe they thought we Australians needed the goggles to deal with the lag that nobody else tends to experience I never got any goggles though *insert whine*

Thagyr noticed the motions, saw the tears and regretfully watched the glass shatter against the floor. "Well, I suppose it is somewhat better then puke. However I believe I must ask what exactly the glass had ever done to deserve such treatment?" "Is this man wrong in the head. Girl is obviously anguished and he's worried about a glass.", he thought to himself. A reason for why the man got stabbed twice crossed Thagyr's mind. Suddenly making a connection to the scars on his face on top of it...but he dismissed it just as quickly as it formed. Maybe he was just that unlucky. "Tis alright lass, best let it all out", Thagyr said in the most soothing tone he could think of, which came off in his usual growl since he was not used to being the consoling one. He reached over and pulled the wine bottle away from her to prevent anymore messes forming.

"So, you were born in Ul'dah then? I've passed through there once or twice, ran into some slavers out there. A bit too hot for my liking though." "Hot? hah! Ul'dah isn't hot. I'm Hellsguard lass, I was born in a village situated in the volcanic regions surrounding Ul'dah. The soil there is as red as the sun with boiling hot steam shootin' out of the landscape in some places. The air itself was always warm that you could sleep at night without needin' a...", Thagyr realised he was rambling and stopped. A wistful look flashing across his face. "Ul'dah itself is a hole in the ground full'o roguish types an' poverty. I couldn't throw a stone without hittin' some begger in the face. Some people there'll cut your throat just for lookin' at them sideways", he growled.

To show how much I like it, I've made a lame attempt at coloring it. Though with my shade blindness I'm not sure I did it well. (A kind of color blindness that makes it hard for me to differentiate colors close on the spectrum. And just so happens Thagyr is a lot of types of red/orange -.-) Plus I'm bad at shading in general. But I gave it a shot, I like it thaaaaaat much. :moogle:

"So what's your story? What brings you to the forest?" "Where I'm born it's nothing but fire and rock, figured I might come and see the opposite of that to see what all the fuss is about. Though already I'm preferin' that the only plants I see moving are cactuar compared to the stories I've heard here. Some fangled greenwrath causin' the trees themselves to uproot an' chase you down, scary thought" The innkeeper brought a tray of drinks to the table and placed it down in the middle. The choice consisted of a fruity wine made from the various plants in the area, as well as a simple jug of water. Thagyr payed the man and immediately took the bottle of wine and a glass and plonked them down in front of Nedral, before pouring a glass of water for himself. "Figured I might learn somethin' from the guild here too". He motioned to the wine bottle and glass. "Help yourselves".

Well, First I'll appologise to Thagyr! Sorry! I couldn't resist giving it atleast a quick try! Second I'll reiterate that I don't have much experience with male characters. So it's not so great. If you want it taken down, just say. More sketchy than usual this time~ How can I ask something that awesome be taken down T_T No need to apologise, I'm actually honored! I love it! It's very good. Kinda like a younger version of himself. Bonus points for Blazblue references! Tager is my main obviously And your other pic makes me think of what would have happened if Taokaka went to the same school as Noel (and had her mask off). :moogle:

Thagyr was suddenly sorry he asked. "Sounds like you had it rough". He started thinking of something else to say when Nedral was addressed by a fancy dressed lalafell who appeared in the doorway. Thagyr considered excusing himself but before he knew it the short man was now sitting at their table quietly, thoroughly browbeaten by a sudden fierce streak in the Miqote. Mentally shrugging he decided to allow his curiosity to get the better of him and stay where he was. He founded himself noting it was actually a nice change from the overly happy or sly Miqote types that he's encountered so many times before. He motioned to the innkeeper to get his attention and mouthed an order of drinks since the sound of music now permeated the room. Sparing a quick glance to the musician and seeing his flamboyant display with a rose, promptly had an urge to roll his eyes which he quickly restrained. Least he played well... He also suddenly considered the complications of living in Gridania if everything sprouted flowers out of some hole.. "Complications?", Thagyr grunted to Nedral while nodding at the lalafell at their table.

"Not this one, I'm going to let it scar." Thagyr raised an eyebrow and eyed the green paste suspiciously as she started to apply it to the cut. He began to wonder what exactly happened to the two. 2 cuts, an infected finger and memory loss. On top of that their clothes were soggy. He traced their path to the table from the door with a trail of water, which the innkeeper was busily cleaning up. "By the way, my name is Nedral and that one there is Shamad." "Name's Thagyr", he raised a hand and flicked it off towards to doorway. A gust of warm wind blew out with a woosh and dried the floor, giving the flustered innkeeper a fuzzy hairdo in the process. "How'd you manage to lose so much off your shoulder anyway?"

"What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?" Thagyr glanced up from his mug to take in the two wanderers. Noting nothing overtly strange about them, but his eyes did focus on the towel wrapped around the Miqote's shoulder that was slowly turning red. Gulping down the last of his drink and slamming the mug down on the table he stood and walked over to the two. "Not that I like buttin' in to someone else's business but you have a nasty cut there and personally I'd rather not see someone keel over in front of me while I'm eatin" Not being too gentle he clapped a giant hand over the girl's shoulder and a warming blue light shined through his fingers as he invoked a cure spell start sealing the wound. As he did so, he took a closer look at the ring finger of the lalafel. "That, I ain't touchin', looks infected. You'd better just cut the thing off or maybe head to the conjurers guild like you should've done in the first bleedin' place with somethin' like that. Might help with that memory problem too". He finished closing the wound on the Miqote's shoulder then pulled up a chair and sat down with a thump. "Did you hit your head on a rock somewhere?".

questionable material involving

This may take my best ever crash in my books. Last one was where someone ran into a moose and the beast slid through the windshield and sat in the passenger seat. Neither the driver or the moose was seriously injured. But gave an odd image. Glad no one was hurt in this one.

Art is subjective. Personally I don't think anything of Picasso is art, just meaningful scribbles to me. Nor could I appreciate most 'new age' sculptures that you see in cities that are just jumbles of shapes thrown together at different angles and constructed at a great size. I do however understand the effort it took to create some of these. I may never understand the appeal of the end result of some of them, but it took someone the focus and vision to create something like that. And having that focus and vision to me is the form of an artist. To claim that what Chveya has done is not a 'form' of art in itself is like accusing the easel of doing most of the work for a painter. At least to me anyway. Me being a 3D artist that likes doing environments who frequently employs addons made by other people that generate smoke/fire and other things. I do think overall this is a case of wrong impressions and misunderstandings.

so they said

Mentioned before but I can't help but laugh at the original poster in that thread getting shot down by practically everyone. The only time I ever noticed something reeeeeaaally testing my tolerance for copy/pasting anything in an MMO is Aion. The krall with a mask and wielding a rock as a weapon persisted EVERYWHERE. Including on an airship full of ferret pirates with swords. Color differences..nope..Size differences..nope. Environments, unless your flying somehow you won't really notice unless your specifically looking for it in my experience. In FFXIV I'm too busy looking at ooooooh pretty screenshot location.

lalafell beat boxing.

Really does bring up some questions. The beginning of all characters really starts with that 'vision' of fire in the sky. And it seems we may have been witnessing an event in the past involving dragons fighting airships. The end of which seems a draw as yeah the big dragon (I'm wanting to call it Bahamut ) beats the big airship but ends up petrified when it crashes. But then all those shiny looking things flying all over the place... *scratches head* Anyone else think those airships are weird.

Surprised the Miqote sported an Australian accent. And did the Roegadyn sound scottish?

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(subject to editing later if needed) It was 10 years since I was taken aboard the Sea Serpant's Bane, having been found drifting on the remains of the boat I used to flee my homeland. The crew of the ship was composed entirely of Hyur, ones who still maintain a racial prejudice that has spanned decades. Dragging my near drowned self onto their deck and seeing what I was, they nearly threw me back into the churning sea. In my desperation at the time I lashed out with magic, producing nothing more than a sliver of flame, but that was enough for the captain to reconsider his judgement and see the use in keeping me alive. So they took me below decks and let me recover, stating that I owed them for their kindness. To make sure I repay that dept, they fitted an iron collar around my neck. Complete with a heavy chain that they could latch onto the mast of the ship, or the captains own wrist if he wanted me personally. It was a dog's life. I was beaten and starved if I went against their commands, and rewarded if I did what they said. "So how did it felt torchin' one of your own kind dog? haha! I mean their captain was a big freak just like you. Sometimes I can't tell the difference between them sea wolf types and you. You act all big but deep down your blood run's as red as mine", the crewman was practically in my face, I could feel the spittle as he spoke. I looked toward the wreckage of the ship we had just attacked as it sank beneath the water. The Serpant's crew was already busy tying up those we had captured. They had fought bravely against a superior force. ******** During the battle their leader had been a large Seawolf Roegadyn wielding a gigantic axe. As the battle seemed almost over for them, he alone boarded our vessel and charged straight toward the upper deck, roaring like a beast straight out of the gates of hell. The crew that manned the deck attempted to surround him but were unable to even slow him down as stormed past them. He cut a swath straight to the upper deck where I waited, a single target in his sights. The captain's cabin. I remembered the command and I stepped out to block his path. He swung his axe in an upward motion toward my torso. I quickly placed a shield of stone upon myself as I stepped straight into the blow, the earth now covering my skin took the brunt of the impact and gave me a chance to wrap my right arm around his weapon as I prepared a fire spell to use at point blank range. Normally this tactic surprised most fighters but the Seawolf with a grin let go of his weapon and let sudden weight of the massive axe pull me down. The Roegadyn then charged and slammed into my torso, wrapped his arms around me and maintained his charge right into the railing on the side of the ship. Smoke from the battle below drifted up and filled my lungs, causing me to choke on any spell my desperate mind was forming. My eyes stung from the cloud and blocked my vision. My grip on his weapon slackened which he immediately yanked out of my hand and at the same time he kicked my legs out from under me. He had me. I waited for release. I heard the swing, felt an impact and then the sound of my chain moving of its own accord... "I didn't come for you Red, fighter though you are, there be no sport in killin' someone's pet" I opened my eyes I found myself unable to move. The Seawolf's axe was now embedded in the railing and the shaft was now pushing me against the side. The chain of my collar was wrapped around both my arms and then the axe. Preventing me from moving. The Roegadyn was now proceeding towards the cabin. If he opened that door I would have failed. The chain around my neck felt larger and heavier with each step he took towards that cabin. I couldn't let him get there. Gathering my senses I let my energy flow through into my arms. Feeling the stone that still encased it, I willed it released and forced it to focus on the blade that was embedded within the wood. The stones flew out and struck the blade with enough force to dislodge it. Now free I stood up and readied a fire spell. The resulting noise from the stone hitting metal regained the focus of the Seawolf. The fireball had already left my hands and travelled what seemed like an eternity towards him. As we locked eyes, I was taken back for what filled his was not surprised or anger. It was pity. The fireball struck him and the resulting blast threw him against the door, splintering the wood. He crumpled to the deck and remained there unmoving. I stood there dazed for several moments till the door opened and my captain stepped out. Glancing at the smouldering body with disgust he turned his attention to me and his face spread out into a broken smile. "Good dog..." ********* My senses returned to the present. "Oi! I'm talkin' to you dog!. Tell me what ya felt, tell me what it felt like to burn ya own filthy kind!", the crewman started to laugh. A hourse and vile sound that seemed to echo inside my very being. The spit from his mouth splattered across my face. And all I could see was the pity in that Seawolf's eyes. " What I felt huh...", I muttered. "Eh? Wazzat?", the crewman, surprised at me speaking leaned in close. My hand moved faster than I thought possible and I wrapped it around his neck. Horror filled his features as I tightened my grip and lifted him off the deck. He was a like a doll. I felt a fire in me that I hadn't felt in a long decade. "Ow bout I show ya how I felt....By burning your eyes out reeeeeeal slow, let the fluid in them boil for a good minute. BEFORE I TOSS YOUR SORRY HIDE INTO THE DEEP TO COOL OFF", I roared. I felt the energies of fire flow through me and prepared to relish the moment that was soon to come. The fire I felt inside turned cold and black. All the memories from back then flooded into my mind. I let the crewman fall to the floor and I slumped down to the ground. Now free the man skittered across the deck away from me before standing up and shouting to the captain. The next thing I knew there were swords against my throat. I was beaten for weeks. The crew started to watch me closely since then. With fear in their eyes. I was chained to the mast more often and left out in the cold night. Away from the crew members below. I didn't mind. I was still in shock. What I felt then is what exactly how I felt 10 years ago. When I snuffed the life out of my best friend.

Helium pills seems a neat idea. But how about something more magical in origin. Like using wind magic to alter the sound of your voice in that regard seeing as your a magic user. It's an odd and creative character your trying to create but keeping it hushed is something that is judged by each and every character you meet that figures it out/or is told. Everyone is different. Just throwing my idea of how I would go around it is linking back to the wind magic idea. Say if I also had a male Miqote conjurer. My character is sitting in an inn with some friends. Perceptive character with his own friends enters--- starts observing and makes the discovery (somehow), begins to mumble to his friends about me, something that my ears pick up. As he starts to open his mouth to say it louder I conjure a ball of air and stuff it down his throat before he says anything (or in game the person would say it already, but I action my magic as the sound of his words are suddenly muffled to those around him by a invisible bubble of wind magic or some such), he falls into a fit of coughing (depending on how things play out on his end, communication is key, maybe in tells), being the concerned conjurer I am offer to move him away from company to get some more air and in the process tell him to keep his mouth shut... This all depends on the RP players involved of course. Just my idea and it is a rather aggressive style. Again, whether or not such an approach is well received and noted by the characters involved is another thing. Everyone is different and just like RL you can't determine how they are gonna act in regards to the situations they are presented with. Some may accept your reasoning, others may try and blackmail you with it >.> ICly, how many characters out there would be versed in how a male Miqote looks like anyway. I've spoke to some NPCs and they note that they have never seen a male before.

hmm, I need to snoop my PS3 FFXIII for those gloves code...

/cheer Looking forward to it!

The gentle hymn of prayers echoed throughout the caverns as the sun descended into its resting place until the morning, bathing the carved rock walls in a warm orange glow. The priests prayed that the lost spirits of the world be guided to rest, so that they may return to the fires from where they were born and scoured of all their sins within the flame. Finally being able to rest in peace. I knew these hymns off by heart, having listened to them at this time of day every day since I was born. But I was not encouraged to join them myself as I was still very young and lacked the strength in voice as the elders. Their combined voices seemed to reverberate the very stone where we sat with their deep baritone. As the sun finally sank beneath the mountains the only light remaining in the cavern were dozens of small conjured flames, each resting in the cupped hands of all the other Roegadyn present. These flames differed in colour, each one meant to reflect the soul of the one holding it. The one I conjured was a bright orange colour and it was something that I was praised for, as it mimicked the colour of the sun itself. "I don't get why you do that all the time", a voice whispered next to me. "The fire is a reflection of your soul, temper yourself and follow the twelve and yours too shall be bright and warm like mine", I replied, managing to keep the smugness I felt out of my voice. "Yes, I know that, that's not what I meant though...", a slight annoyance had crept into the voice. "What do you mean", I looked toward the source of the voice, a Roegadyn of the same age sat next to me. His flame a dark blue colour. "I mean why have a colour like that for your soul...." as the Roegadyn whispered, his features started distorting into an evil grin, the blue flame that he had in his hands changed to cold black. The dark flame flared and suddenly the lights surrounding us vanished. Feeling fear seep in I quickly glanced around the room and realised that we were the last ones sitting in the chamber. The last light in the room was the one I held in my hands and even its bright orange flame was slowly fading. I stared at the Roegadyn, unable to move or say anything. "...when yours could be black...JUST LIKE MINE!" *************************** A sharp pain shot through my side as my vision started to clear. I was lying upon a hard wooden floor that felt like it was shifting constantly, it also seemed like I've seen it before. I was vaguely aware of frantic movement in the dim light but was unable to raise my head to look around as there was a heavy weight pressing my neck down. As my senses started to return I also became aware of a raspy voice that seemed to be shouting directly into my ear. As I opened my mouth to speak a heavy iron boot came crashing down upon my head. "Wake up!", the boot crashed down again on my skull that was still ringing from the previous and as I felt blood trickle down my face something finally clicked back into place. I was on board a pirate ship. The heavy weight upon my neck was a iron collar that kept me chained to the mast. I was the 'Red Dog' of the Sea Serpents Bane. A large vessel that was a fearsome sight to any on the sea. Bristling with cannons and painted an angry red. Its namesake came from the skull of a gigantic leviathan that was attached to the ships bow. I briskly got to my feet in order to avoid the third boot that slammed into the deck where my head was resting a moment before. "Finally awake? I should toss you overboard ya piece of shite, d'ya know how long I was yellin' into ya ear for! We gots a raid a'comin'..", the captain of the vessel was a deceptively diminutive Hyur standing a head and a half shorter than the rest of his crew. An easy looking target, this changes when his enemies get close enough to notice his thick arms covered in scars of previous people who were initially deceived, only to be quickly overpowered. Giving the chain attached to my collar a firm yank, the captain led me over to the railing and jerked a finger at a vessel not that far off. It's white sail standing out in the pitch black of night. "Tis another pirate vessel, we're about t'teach them that these waters be ours. Kill any who board me ship and don't let me see a bit of hesitation or you'll be findin' yourself dragged along by a rope in these waters till we reach port...Remember you owe me.....and you know the drill..NOW BURN THEIR SAILS!" I raised my hands and let the elements flow through me as I prepared set their sails alight. It was just another pirate ship. Full of people the same as my captain. Full of murderers....just like me.