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  1. I didn't want to make a whole new post about it, but thought a PSA might be in order for anyone sitting on a fantasia for the new races: Viera and Hrothgar naming conventions won't be released until the post-launch crush dies down. The random name generator will presumably put out lore-friendly names, but we won't know what sort of significance they may have for a little while.
  2. Good points. Lolo has always been a traveling merchant, so with the world opening up (ish) I'll probably just say he's been occupied with business, traveling farther afield and whatnot.
  3. With the new xpac, a lot of people are coming back to the game and back to the RPC. I've been leveling alts for a couple of weeks myself, familiarizing myself with how the game has changed and thinking of how to explain where Lolo got off to for all that time. Other returners: how have you explained away/justified/Incorporated your absence IC?
  4. Just a note on the potential for Qestir signing. Sign languages are full languages with their own independent lexicon, syntax, etc. Signed words aren't just signed representations of English or Eorzean words or whatever; they're words. So if "speech is a lie," I would assume that signed speech would be equally a lie. The written word is a bit fuzzier, but there are written systems out there that represent things other than language. + and - are words, but they're also mathematical functions that we can represent purely symbolically without reference to language, for example. I'd imagine
  5. I can't find sources at the moment (but I promise they exist), and I also haven't gotten to the steppes in-game yet, but in the north of Spain there are pastoral communities that use an older, non-Arabic numeral-based system of symbols, mostly carved into stones or the sides of windmills and other buildings. These symbols can represent numbers or basic geographic references relevant to their work and do not correspond to the language itself. It may be totally off-base, but reading y'all's references to Qestir symbols or markings, that's what I was reminded of.
  6. Thanks for the replies, all. I agree that the written word feels like a biiit of a stretch (no disrespect to Qestir players who use it). Regardless, it seems like thorough emoting is the norm.
  7. Like the subject says, I'm curious to hear from people who have actually RPed as or with a Qestir Xaela about their own creative takes and strategies for working with the "words are lies" business. Thanks for your words (lies or otherwise)!
  8. The sun was streaming hot through the windows and slats when Styrm awoke. Through the hot, groggy throbbing of his addled head he heard the staccato beat of a fist pounding against the door. He began to rise when he felt a hand alight on his shoulder. He looked to its source and saw the old man, his finger pressed against his lips. "Shh..." Over the old man's shoulder he could see the other man, the one he'd fought. He looked tragic in his pain and his fear, but he was awake. His good arm was raised; there too a finger over lips. The pounding at the door was replaced by a v
  9. The proprietor had nearly tripped over him when he arrived to open the smoke shop in the early morning. First thinking him a drunk or a ruffian he made as though to tell him off and away, but he noticed two things in succession that closed his lips. The man sitting on his doorstep, grey-skinned and slimy with night sweat, was nursing a ragged, ruined arm. Next to the broken man, still half-covered by the fog-thick shadows of the Lominsan pre-dawn, was a giant of a man. A roegadyn. The roegadyn. "Ye'll be knowin' who we are, won't ye?" he rasped through a deep yawn. The propr
  10. Gods DAMMIT, Styrm would've thought had he the time. A practiced reactionary, he was nonetheless momentarily paralyzed by the two paths before him: the fight--that long moment that he knew--or the chase, back after the boy and what he might know. Styrm had no time to think all of this, but his gut had already decided for him. He'd found the kid before, but if this man got to him first he'd never find him again, like as not. Fight. The man's hand shot out of his coat as he took a running step forward, wet boots stumbling slightly over the puddles and street stones. Styrm's hug
  11. Styrm's focus shot toward the man to the side. Hearing Brindle's words, his focus half-returned to the boy. His attention split, he struggled to choose his next move, the words that would put them back on track. All he knew was the boy looked scared. For that matter, so did the man by the puddle. Endeavoring to keep both the man and the boy in his sight, he responded in haste, his questions flying from between his teeth in a low hiss, "Taru?! Ye know 'im, do ye? Where's 'e at, then? Not with th'girl, is 'e? Speak up, laddie!" The man by the puddle was becoming more visi
  12. Styrm thought back over those few weeks. He thought of Joz--not 'er name--and he thought of the suddenness of her disappearance. And of Taru's. He thought of Taru's note; short, empty of import until the unbalanced signature at the bottom, the conspicuously absent book. "Said 'er name was Joz, and I'm thinkin' 'twas 'er what was lookin' t'take from a friend o' mine. Think it got 'er in some trouble. Maybe it don't mean much now, but 'e asked me t'look after 'er," he huffed. "An' I'm tryin' to." Off to the side, a man stepped in a puddle. It sloshed and a light curse escaped hi
  13. This should be common knowledge, but Zhi is really something else to rp with. As a newbie little baby rper wa(aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)y back when when we started our mega-thread, the characters (including my main) that I've had interact with her have fleshed themselves out before my very eyes. I've gone into rp with her with only a general outline of who it is I'm writing, only to come out knowing that character inside and out. Would rp again (y'know, if the first one ever actually ended) - five stars.
  14. A laugh began to rise in Styrm's throat, where it caught. He choked on it a little as it died there. "Lad," he croaked through its corpse, "not a gil's greased' these palms. In fact, my buggered luck would 'ave it, this search--this night--they've jus' 'bout made off with all of me earnins." The dead laugh cracked his lips into the shell of a smile. "Turns out, nothin' costs near so much as gettin' nowhere."
  15. Sounsyy will be in here soon to clear this all up definitively, but in brief, as myahele said, the Xaela have a diverse set of beliefs corresponding to their individual tribes/clans. You can find all the blurbs on the Xaela tribes here. As for the Raen, as far as we can tell, their religion seems very much like Shinto, which fits with their heavy Japanese flavor. Sounsyy makes a compelling argument based on flavor text from the NIN questline that they worship the elementals, similar to the Gridanians.
  16. Styrm leaned forward slightly, arms wide. "Never heard o' no Galleon, lad. Not till jus' now." Believe me ye shite. "But if he knows summut about th' girl, then we oughtta give th' man a visit, we should." He stared, face blank. He did not return the boy's sneer. "Whaddaya say, laddie? Wanna finally help Styrm find Kink, er d'ye want this Galleon t' find 'er first?"
  17. I've always loved my birthday, but this has caused me to learn that I share it with the Roman Emperor Diocletian (infamous persecutor) and Senator Ted Cruz (wishes he could persecute as hard as Diocletian). Damn.
  18. Styrm huffed dismissively. "Styrm ain't no soul's get, ye--" He raised his tired eyes, turning them back to the lad. "Who's get am I, then? ______________ The tail noted the stiffness of the scene and craned to hear the contents of their conversation to no avail. He'd have to get closer. Slowly, feigning calm, he began to do just that.
  19. The sun would be rising soon. Styrm was unaccustomed to keeping such hours absent drink and more pleasant companionship. His weariness was beginning to counterbalance his worry, his frustration working against his dedication. His focus was absolute when on the job, but no deal had been struck. Why was he so concerned with finding Joz? Aye, he liked the girl, but he'd had better friends than her disappear without such an effort to find them after. This was the Lominsan low towns; people disappeared. It was the way of things. Taru. Taru's odd behavior, his own disappearance
  20. Two men entered the smoky shop. They walked between the cramped shelves, crossing around the back: no back doors, no customers. The grey and the midlander were the last ones in or out. One of the men walked back to the door and leaned against its frame, looking out. The other approached the owner then. He rapped his knuckles lightly against the wooden counter and spoke. "A man'll be walkin' in 'ere soon. Don't talk. If 'e speaks, jus' listen. If 'e don't, still listen. 'E likes this place an' 'e pays handsome, what's more." He whistled at his partner then, who opened the door an
  21. Hm...I've got two or three that you might be interested. There's the Seeker former slave, the bard errant Keeper huntress, and the mute Xaela survivalist magician*. None are terribly developed just yet, but all came to mind reading your posts, and Styrm didn't have much definition when we started playing with him anyways, so we can write around that.:thumbsup: *Note: there are several other character options if none of those whet your appetite.
  22. "Aye? Well, ye sure as 'ells ain't carryin' yer own arse, now are ye?" he asked. His voice was sardonic as he gave the boy under his arm a light, but emphatic, shake. "Aye, we're together ye an' I, an' so we'll be till we find th'girl, er till we find someone what knows more 'an ye do."
  23. Are you just looking for other Au Ra, Zhi? Lolo and Styrm are far from the only characters my altaholic ass has got in the stable. I've got a damned menagerie, Au Ra or otherwise, and you know I'm up for some forum fun with a friend.
  24. "I'm wit' ye, lad. Right now," he huffed, "short o' Taru showin' up--" an' damn 'is disappearin' arse-- "it's ye an' I, Brindle an' Styrm." He added with a rye grin, marred by the tired, lopped line of his jaw, "Jus' two colleagues o' sorts, on th'trail o' their good friend Kink." Aye, Jozzie...
  25. I'm including here a link to a thread I started on the subject some time back. Some of it may be of interest to you. Also, Virella's summary she linked above is handy. Others have supplied good answers to your Sharlayan-related inquiries, but to clarify your third and fourth questions: 3) We are introduced to as many cards of the Major Arcana as there are Heavens' Gates (also called constellations, as others have noted). Not all constellations house Heavens' Gates, I'd imagine, but so far all the Heavens' Gates are constellations (although there is a Seventh, which I can't remembe
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