Tyriont

Croix moved quickly, recognizing the voice of one of the crew's contacts in the city. Signalling for Wandering Lion and Felix to accompany him, the three dashed down the stairs to see the wounded man lying on a cot next to Val. Following Croix's barked directions, Wandering Lion and Felix each lifted an end of the cot carefully, being certain not to jostle the man as they cautiously made their way up the stairs and back into the den. Once inside, they settled the cot down in the middle of the room. "Hana, Tera, bandages! Epi, sort through the racks and find the strongest stuff we have - these wounds need to be cleaned out." He knelt next to the man and began examining his wounds. "Don't worry, friend. You're in good hands." He glanced up at Ryelle and Doc, shooting a gaze between the two of them. "Do either of you have much in the way of medical experience? All I know is basic treatments and I get the feeling this poor sod will need more than my skills." While the rest of the crew bustled around readying supplies for treatment of the man, Wandering Lion took up position next to Val and watched the commotion. "We be 'avin' a busy night an' no mistake, mate. Wha' be t'story wi' this one, eh Val?"

Correct. To give a little background here - my character was involved in a long-going feud with another, Rathium. For reasons I can't really recall, Rathium had a feud with Tyriont that had escalated to levels that pushed Ty over the edge. He'd used a friend of Ty's to betray him (I think some type of amnesia was involved) and had assaulted the woman he was involved with at the time, driving stakes through her hands. Rathium had decided he wanted to quit and this was the plotline that would kill off his character - he wanted to go out with a bang and so wanted to do it in a ballista match - the outcome, as Eva said, was predetermined but nevertheless proved why this doesn't work. At the time I was playing SAM, Rathium was MNK. If I remember right, this was before the Hasso/Seigan JAs were added to the game...and anyone who took part in Ballista knows that one on one, barring MASSIVE gear differences there simply was no way a SAM would come out on top in that match-up. I wound up taking him down a few times, but by the end the score count would have wound up with Ty getting his arse whupped. Had I been playing something like BRD it would have been even worse. The only way we were able to wrap it up with Ty winning and killing Rathium was because we decided the outcome beforehand. That said, in-game mechanics can be used to add extra drama to a scene quite nicely. It takes a lot of planning though. Here's an example I've seen used outside of FFXI - a key NPC has called a group of characters out to a meeting spot in order to give them some vital information. Unknown to the characters, prior to the meeting the player who had created this NPC as an alt had taken them out and gotten them beaten up by mobs to the point where they only had a few HP left. Halfway through his speech, a villain character who had managed to get close without being noticed by the other players shot the NPC character, killing him. The impact of playing the event out that way was far more dramatic than if it had simply been emoted - seeing the NPC collapse dead in front of them really drove the event home. But as said, that's very much pre-scripted and can be tricky to pull off.

[Edited to correct, my bad!] Croix smiled at Ryelle's words as Felix turned beet-red at her wink. "I'm glad our reputation precedes us, the Captain will no doubt be glad of it. He does work hard to ensure that we're known as a more...benevolent group. I think he seems himself as something of a folk hero, truth be told...stealing from the large, evil corporations to strike a blow for the common man and all that. Idealistic fancy perhaps, but it works out well and keeps a decently sized portion of the general population on our side. Besides, I get the feeling that Vana's avian companion there would keep us in check" he said with a chuckle, watching as Epilleve crouched next to Vana with a child-like grin on her face before reaching out to try and pet the hawk. "As for the view...that's another thing you can thank the Captain for. I wish I could say he picked it out for the strategic value, as it certainly has a decent amount of that. But no...he fancies himself as something of a romantic, I'm afraid. He chose this location because he likes sitting and watching the couples down in the Octant by the moonlight." Croix jumped slightly as a chunk of carrot hit him in the back of the head. "Don't be such a jerk, Croix" Hana said, waving the knife menacingly. "Sorry about him. Doesn't have a romantic bone in his body, it's all battles and plans with that one. Makes him an effective First Mate, but I swear I'll never understand what Salaah sees in him." She shook her head and went back to chopping the vegetables.

Some of the most entertaining memories I have from FFXI Roleplaying were interactions when I was playing my villain alt, Denavial. He was the type who very rarely got his hands dirty, preferring to manipulate things from behind the scenes. There was a relatively extensive backstory explaining his ties to my main character (Tyriont) but his primary motivation was knowledge. I played him as a necromancer, having gotten his start as one of the pirates summoning undead when attacking the ferry. From there things expanded and he eventually headed to the Aht Urghan, intending to figure out how to make chimera. Denavial lacked a good side per se - but he had clear motivations. He was just an amoral bastard about it and had such an overinflated ego that he genuinely considered everyone else beneath his intellect and therefore unworthy of consideration. His ongoing "pet project" was Tyriont and he had conducted experiments on him while Ty was captured at one point and so went out of his way to screw with Ty and those close to him. A few things I remember that were particularly fun to play from the villainous side was infiltrating the San d'Orian church (done using another alt, Marneus Lanviade - Denavial in disguise, yay for in-game concealing hoods!) and getting close to another player's priestess character who was a friend of Ty's in order to bring her down - something he came very close to succeeding in. He also played a part in pushing the shell's most happy-go-lucky character over the edge by using parts of said character's deceased wife in an undead construct. A third would be manipulating another player's character into allowing him to start teaching her necromantic magics, with the knowledge that it would cause her friends to start turning on her once they found out given the stipulations against it - and who had been teaching her. Again, not evil for the sake of being evil but commiting evil acts in order to further his research with no interest in how it affected the lives of others. Never once did I have him run around going "LULZ I R EVIL", he was very well spoken (his speech pattern was that he would never use contractions) and subtle - the other key point is that I tried to be careful not to overuse him. If there was another major plot ongoing that involved a lot of people in the shell, I didn't try to throw Denavial in just for the hell of it, which seems to be a temptation with poorly played, "cartoonish" villains - those types seem to want the villain to be behind every damn thing. The other thing to avoid is making a "Villain-Sue". For the successes Denavial had, his plans were utterly thwarted multiple times and he came close to death several times. One final thing I would suggest - if you plan on making your main character a villain, be very certain you know what you're getting into. Playing a main that way tends to result in the rest of your group turning on you (unless you are in a shell with a large sized villainous population) and can kill a lot of fun in the game when you are unable to find yet another realistic reason why your villain would team up with the heroes for whatever in-game event is going on.

Wandering Lion scratched the top of his head while taking in the newcomer. "Don't be judgin' us too fast there, mate. Pirates we may be, bu' we ain't as bad a' most o'ers. Fire like tha'un, I reckon the lasses be' safer 'ere wi' us than mos' o'er places. 'sides, best ta avoid questions a'er a blaze like tha'un, eh?" Croix stepped forwards, standing directly in front of the man. "Quite. These ladies are quite safe here with us. The Captain wouldn't have it any other way. Speaking of questions, that begs one of you...who are you and what business do you have with Captain Gaidal? Playing cards don't make for the most...conventional of messages." As Croix spoke, Chichiri gingerly made his way out of his hiding place and crept towards the man with twinkling eyes on the bag of Jelly Cactuars. Reaching a hand inside the offered bag, he dug around until he found a yellow one and smiled happily before popping it into his mouth with a gleeful squeak.

Maybe, maybe not. I got that feeling at first, which irked me since I've been playing a pirate for years in FFXI. But thinking about it, it's well-established that there's a sizeable pirate presence in Limsa...there were a decent number of characters who played knights from San d'Oria, since that was a sizeable organization in game lore...I don't recall it being considered a cliche. What it all boils down to is how they're played. If we start seeing huge numbers of pirates constantly parading around, killing people left and right with no retaliation then it might become a problem...but for now, I'm hoping it'll just be like everything else and will be a popular choice that is mostly played well. Yay, optimism. Yay, hopefully not deluding myself.

Croix lead the woman on his arm through a maze of back alleys, checking over his shoulder to ensure that Wandering Lion and the hawk-ranger were still following him. He tried to check for the strange man who had given his crewmate the card, but the streets were small and Wandering Lion's hulking frame obscured the view beyond him. Eventually the din of the commotion outside the Bismarck gave way to the soothing sound of waves and light music. Coming across a set of steps, Croix lead the way up until they ended at a door tucked into an alcove, he halted and removed a key from the chain which hung around his neck. He gave a sequence of raps on the door - soft-hard-soft, soft-soft-hard, hard-hard, soft-soft, soft-soft-soft, hard-hard-soft, hard-hard-hard, hard-hard-hard, hard-soft-soft. Once the complicated sequence was complete, he unlocked the door and entered, indicating for the others to follow. The inside was surprisingly well-lit and home to a wide assortment of crates and bottle racks, most of which seemed to contain bottles labelled with various varieties of rum. There was a decently sized window in one wall which afforded a devent view of the Octant below. The walls were covered with all manner of supplies from fishing nets to sailmaking items to weaponry. Locked chests were scattered all over the room and there was a large pile of empty bottles in the corner nearest the door. The far wall had a pirate flag stretched over it - a flaming bird with wings outstretched over two crossed bones, recognizable to all familiar with it as the flag of the Phoenix Pirates. There were five others in the room already. Once his three companions were safely inside, Croix locked the door behind them and addressed the room. "These two are here under our protection. There was a bit of trouble at the Bismarck tonight and they both held their own admirably...they'll be joining us here until things blow over." He turned to the two woman and gave a slight smile, starting his way towards the first occupant of the room. "I apologize, but I'll be unable to present our Captain at this point. For now, please allow me to introduce some of our other members." He placed a hand on the shoulder of a slender blonde Elezen woman who was lounging on a crate and staring dreamily out of the window. "This is my younger sister, Epilleve. You wouldn't know it to look at her, but she's quite the skill with an axe." Epilleve snapped out of her trance-like gaze and beamed a huge smile at the two newcomers. "Hi! Pleased to meet you both! I hope Croix wasn't, like, too grouchy and stuff. He can be a total downer when he gets all focused." Croix gave a weary smile. "I was quite pleasant, I assure you. Next we have our ship's cook, Hana." He indicated a flame-haired Lalafell, with the appearance of one of the dunesfolk. She was wielding a large kitchen knife and working on chopping a variety of vegetables. She looked up long enough to smile and nod at the two women before returning to her work. "This," Croix said as he moved over to the far corner of the room which contained a short Hyur midlander with shoulder-length chestnut hair who was busying herself sewing repairs into a linen shirt "is Terajima, Tera for short. She works as our sailmistress, but also can turn her talents to clothing as you can see. Next..." Croix was interrupted by Wandering Lion, who had made his way over to the racks and uncorked the first bottle he could grab. Having taken a few swigs, he had evidently decided it was his turn. "Right lad, enough o' ye! I'll be 'andlin' the rest. This fella 'ere be Felix. Just a kid, but 'e been 'oldin' 'is own well enough, ain't ye lad?" Wandering Lion let out a bellowing laugh and slapped a young, blonde Hyur on the back sending the boy stumblind forwards. Felix picked himself up from the floor and smiled nervously at the two women. "A...a pleasure." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he spoke, unable to look Ryelle in the eye. "An' this lil' 'un be Chichiri! 'e ain't much good in a fight, but bein' small as 'e be, ye can slip in'na right useful places." Wandering Lion indicated a tiny, frightened looking Lalafell with short-cropped pale gray-blue hair. His eyes indicated he was one of the plainsfolk. Rather than introducing himself, he dashed behind the nearest crate and peered around it. "Well, that be it fer now! There be more o' us fer sure, but most 'o 'em be out doin' whate'er the kid asked 'em ta." He tossed an unopened bottle to the women. "Make yeselves a'ome, lasses! Drink up!"

The Setting Timeline-wise, this takes place directly after the events contained within the thread "Arrival at the Bismarck". I have separated it out since the thread has started to split into separate directions, for the aim of keeping the various conversations and actions clear and separate. These events take place in a safehouse operated by the Phoenix Pirates, overlooking the Octant. The Plot Following the brawl which ended with a fire at the Bismarck, two members of the Phoenix Pirates - Croix Reinard, the First Mate and Wandering Lion, the Quartermaster are making their way to the nearest safehouse in the company of two women Croix met at the restaurant. Ryelle, a well-dressed woman and her companion, an Elezen ranger who is accompanied by her hawk, neither of whom have shared their names with the pirates as of yet. The fifth person thus far involved is a strange old man who gave Wandering Lion a playing card with the request that it be delivered to the Captain of the Phoenix Pirates - Tyriont Gaidal. The Purpose My primary purpose of this is to begin to introduce the various NPC characters that will make up the Phoenix Pirates, likely to be involved fairly heavily with events within The Spectral Wardens. The character I will be using in game will be Tyriont himself, although I have yet to decide if he'll actually show up in the thread...all depends on how the story develops, I suppose. At this point I am quite open to the idea of developing any of the individual characters as they go, so should anyone wish to determine a specific relationship with any of them, or the group as a whole, this is an opportunity to do so. The only ones with any history that has been published are Croix and his sister Epilleve (as well as Tyriont himself, of course). While I have general ideas of histories and familial ties for the rest of the crew, nothing is set in stone and I'd happily consider any suggestions. Rules of Participation Beyond the standard RP rules (no god-mode, no metagaming, no general jackassery), try to remain reasonably active - by which I mean, try not to leave things hanging for more than 48 hours whenever possible. Following is a list of posters who are currently welcome to participate - anyone else who is interested in participating, just shoot me a PM with your character info and preferably a line or two about what you plan to do. Tyriont Elysia GaelicWarlord Nanapariri Renaise Vana Durga Castiel Admin edit! Added my name for you Tyr since I didn't want anyone thinking I just barged in without permission :lol:

Croix turned his death glare from Wandering Lion and gave an embarassed smile to the woman on his arm. "I suppose there's no point in hiding it any more. I did give my true name. But yes, my...friend" he shot Wandering Lion another glare "and I are both members of the Phoenix Pirates. I serve as First Mate. The offer still stands, however...and you would be correct, we have quite the wonderful view. You are also quite accurate that we should depart with haste. Will you be joining us, my hawk-loving friend?" he asked of the other ranger as he started down a side street, indicating for her and Wandering Lion to follow him. While this exchange was happening, Wandering Lion himself was examining the playing card curiously. "Aye, mate...I'll get it ta 'im...dunno what e's gonna make o'it. An' ye ain't needin' t'worry about coin, if it be imp'rtant tha' it gets t'Ty that be good enough f'r me. 'course, 'e ain't around now but ye be more'n welcome t'come back wit' us an' wait." With that, Wandering Lion patted the man on the head roughly and turned to follow Croix.

Croix nodded to his new companion and made his way over to the ranger who was now within his sights, tending to her hawk. With the well-dressed woman on his arm, he placed a hand softly on the ranger's shoulder. "My friend, my name is Croix Reinard. Your companion has agreed to the wisdom of leaving before people start asking too many questions. I have a place we can go until all this blows over...would you care to accompany us? It would do us well to disguise our part in all this." Croix was interrupted by a heavy blow to his back, sending him stumbling forwards. He straightened himself, not bothering to turn around. He knew that particular blow. Not an attack, but a greeting from one who didn't know his own strength. "Hello, Wandering Lion. I see the runner found you." The hulking Roegadyn sea wolf behind Croix let out a bellowing laugh, obvious muscles under his loose-fitting shirt shaking as he did so. "She did a'that mate! An' I come rushin' me way up 'ere t'find ye flirtin' wit' one pretty young thing wit' an'o'er one on ye arm alre'dy!" His accent was very thick, dropping letters from words without a forethought. He was quite difficult to understand unless one paid close attention, or was familiar with his speech pattern. "I reckon ye been payin' attention ta t'Cap'n if ye be able t'pull this one off!" Croix sighed deeply and shook his head, turning to face his friend while not releasing the woman from his arm. "Wrong as usual, my friend. As you can tell, there was quite a bit of excitement here tonight. These two fought well alongside me and I've offered them sanctuary for the time being." Wandering Lion nodded. "Aye, well Ty's off takin' care o'business so's I ain't seein' 'im objectin' any time soon. 'sides, e' ain't the type t'turn down a pretty lady or two now, is 'e?" Wandering Lion let out another bellowing laugh. "Me name's Wanderin' Lion, ladies. Quartermaster o' the Phoenix Flame, but I reckon' Croix 'ere 'as told ye all about us by now, eh? Well, c'mon! Ain't no time t'lose!" He turned to the ranger and offered her his arm, not noticing the vicious glare Croix shot him.

Croix's moment of satisfaction at seeing his arrow hit the target was short lived as the bar erupted into flames. This was precisely what he had been afraid of. Squinting as the smoke stung his eyes, he tried to seek out a fresh target when his aim was interrupted by first a wet handkerchief being thrust into his hand, then his cuff being tugged on as he was pulled away from the bar. He nodded to himself, the woman had the right idea...to stay in amongst these flames would be certain death and little could be done now that things had progressed this far. They made their way out, bumping into several others that Croix was unable to see through the smoke until they finally emerged into the safety of the street outside. As his cuff was released, he wiped his eyes and took stock of his surroundings. Mages attempting to quell the blaze...guards starting the investigations as to who started it. Not a good thing to be caught up in, Croix decided...he and his temporary allies were innocent, but far too often he had encountered guards that employed a "punch in the face and arrest first, decide how they're guilty later" mentality and all his instincts told him that now was a good time to slip away. Nevertheless, he had just fought alongside the ranger and the other woman had assisted him in escaping the blaze and he felt uneasy at the thought of just abandoning them. He addressed his companion, looking around for sight of the other ranger. "I suppose I'd best be done quickly with the introductions. My name is Croix Reinard, I know this city well. It would be in our best interests not to get caught up in this...one tends to survive by staying off the map, as it were. If you wish, I can lead you someplace safe for the time being...once your friend emerges, of course."

Croix cursed as he dove to the side to avoid the flying balls of flame. "Why is it always magic?" he muttered under his breath. Rolling into a crouching position, he turned as he heard his name called from the back room. hiding halfway behind the door was Elle, waving a small shortbow and quiver at him. Smaller than what he was used to, but better than nothing. He nodded and the waitress tossed the weapon to him in response. Snatching it from the air, he quickly surveyed the room and tried to pick out the best spot. He felt far more in his element now. Up high, bow in hand, surveying the battle...this was where he belonged. Deciding the hawk-woman had the right idea, he vaulted onto the bar alongside her and took up a firing position. "Sorry for my earlier rudeness, ladies. I hope you won't object to my joining you this time around?" he nodded to the fellow archer next to him. "I'll watch your back if you watch mine. First things...that idiot hits the wrong bottle, the whole place is going to go up." Taking aim at the Midlander tossing the flames about, he let loose an arrow with the intent to strike his arm.

Croix watched the unfolding events with a great deal of intrigue. His own attempts had fallen completely flat - he cursed that he had been placed into that position, having been sharply reminded why he left diplomacy to the Captain - but nevertheless, things still had a possibility of working out in his favor. Now two separate traders involved, although one with significantly more manpower...he found himself quite impressed at the woman's lack of hesitation in throwing her weight around, repulsive as he found the attitude. Nevertheless, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that she was getting in over her head. The Lalafell who had slipped out of the door had not escaped his notice, an action which he felt was probably quite prudent. He pondered the best plan of action. One did not survive a full decade of piracy by wandering around unarmed, but the only weaponry he had to hand was a short dagger tucked into his boot. Close-quarters fighting was not his area of expertise by any means and he found his hand subconsciously reaching for a bow that was not there. Rising from his seat, he slipped over to the bar and motioned for Elle to come closer. "Elle...send a runner down to the Flame. Fastest you can spare. It's docked at the usual place, undergoing repairs. Hana should be somewhere around...have them tell her to send someone up here. If things turn unpleasant, I'm afraid I won't be of much use here and I'd rather not waste a golden opportunity." Elle paused, obviously reluctant to risk escalating the situation any further but nodded with a sigh. She disappeared into the back room and shortly thereafter a young Miqo'te dashed out of the door in the direction of the docks. For his part, Croix leaned against a section of wall close enough to overhear the conversation and listened quietly.

Croix shrugged at the bird's seeming indifference. Better than having his fingers taken off he supposed, although it certainly would have helped ingratiate him had it reacted more positively. Obviously well trained. A sparkle hit his eyes as the well-dressed woman mentioned the goods she was waiting on. A great deal more precious, eh? His hunch had been right, the Captain would certainly want to hear of this. But first, more information was needed... "You have excellent taste, my lady. Indeed, the chefs here at the Bismarck are some of the finest in the city...although I'm sure it doesn't come close to the delectable treats one such as yourself must be used to. I imagine you must have sampled dishes from all over the world in your line...trader, I assume." It was not phrased as a question. Croix lacked the mastery of subterfuge and instead plowed straight ahead in his attempts to gather information as to the mysterious shipment. "We see plenty of those come through, although rarely as well dressed and pretty as yourself. Is that why you have your intimidating looking friend here with you? A bodyguard to keep your riches safe from the city's gallery of rogues? Ah, thank you Elle." he smiled at the waitress as she brought him a tall glass of water from which he casually sipped, glancing over the rim at the two women and trying to read their expressions as best as he could.

Croix struggled to keep a look of intrigue under control as he noticed the momentary lapse in the well-dressed woman's expression. Obviously a woman not too fond of the Highlander...he found himself wondering if she knew this man, or if her disdain extended to all of them. He decided it was more likely the latter, if Elle's description of their interaction was accurate. But the quick correction of herself tended to indicate a woman well-versed in the art of disguising her true feelings...and possibly true intentions. More the Captain's type of game, he thought...but then, he hadn't spent this much time serving the man without picking up a few tricks. He turned around in his seat and offered a small smile to the increasingly nervous Elle who was fidgeting behind him. Some small reassurance that he knew what he was doing and that she should just play along. "You heard the lady, Elle. If you could bring me a glass of water while you're at it, I would greatly appreciate it." He gave the girl a wink and turned his attention back to the conversation he had invaded, first turning his attention to the woman with the hawk. "You'd really be surprised, my Lady. Those of us from around here tend to spend most of our time on or around the waters...we're not an unworldly people by any means, all manner of oddities come through the ports. It's just rather rare to see such a fine creature as your companion here." Croix smiled at the hawk, attempting to convince the obviously intelligent bird that he meant no harm to its mistress. "Not ones to give their loyalty easily, as I hear it..." he said softly, reaching into his side pouch and pulling out a strip of jerky, offering it to the bird. Ensuring his gaze remained on the animal, he directed his next statement towards the well-dressed woman. "Opals, I believe I heard? It's equally rare we see such a fine-dressed, refined woman such as yourself coming through. Is trade the reason we find ourselves graced with your presence?"

Quietly opening the doors to the tavern and slipping inside, an Elezen man shook the rain from his rust-colored hair and tied it back into its normal tightly-pulled fashion. Not too damp given the weather outside, he was obviously one familiar with the city and knowing of the best ways to move around it while taking most advantage of cover. As such his clothing was mildly wet rather than soaking, a gray linen shirt hanging loosely around his shoulders, drops of moisture glistening on his brown leather pants. Glancing around the room, he quickly noticed that many of the patrons were shooting worried looks in the direction of one particular inhabitant of the place. Following their gaze, his eyes settled upon the two women in the corner, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the hawk one one of their shoulders. Intrigued, he moved over to the bar and beckoned over the waitress he was most familiar with. "Good to see you again, Elle. What's the story with the two over there? Isn't often that you see a stately-looking type like her with a wilder like the other." The waitress smiled slightly at him, resting her head on his shoulder in a familiar fashion. "By the Twelve, Croix...I'm glad to see you in here tonight. I can't tell you much about them, only that I don't like them. I swear that bird wants to peck me eyes out! As for the other, she's one of them prim and proper types, looking down her nose at me like I just crawled out of the bay. I don't like them at all." Croix smiled gently and scratched Elle's head in a brotherly, soothing manner. "If that's the case then perhaps it's worth seeing how this progresses. The snooty-looking one can't be here just visiting...and I'm certain the Captain would dearly love to find out if there's new money just wandering around the place. Of course since she was so dismissive of the crew's favorite waitress, we can't have you subjected to such disrespect right away, can we?" Croix reached around behind Elle to claim the tray that the barkeep had placed by her, containing a glass of kirsch, a steaming bowl of mushroom soup and a menu. Ignoring Elle's protestations, he made his way over to the corner table and set the tray down on it, settling himself into a free chair. "Good day, Ladies. Might I suggest today's fish? I have it on good authority that it truly is exquisite."

Ren, let me know if you do decide to pick up WAR again. It's fun, but I don't feel like putting in the effort to find a guild and whatnot knowing I'll just mostly drop it when FF14 comes out. Having someone I actually know in the game would be pretty awesome

I finally rented Dragon Age from Gamefly, so working through that right now. I also just finished building a new system in preparation for FF14, so in the meantime in addition to reactivating FFXI I got the limitless trial of Warhammer Online which I'm liking a great deal.

Limsa Lominsa. Pirate character so it's almost a given

Eeeeeendiiiii! Good. Now I know for sure that I'll have someone to torment relentlessly when 14 kicks off. It was always fun to have Ty get under poor ol' Endi's skin.

I think Varov has the right of it. A key difference (albeit a subtle one, perhaps) is perhaps the difference between that which is emoted and that which is stated. For example, if AbsurdlyPowerfulMan had emoted ::recoils in disgust at the noxious odour from UnfortunateGuy's feet:: that would probably fall on the wrong side of things as the action states an absolute certainty. A more appropriate emote would be ::recoils in disgust:: without stating the reason and then continuing to state that the reason was the noxious odour from UnfortunateGuy's feet, thus giving poor ol' UG the chance to call out APM for being the lying liar that he is. To call a character lying Godmoding is going too far, I feel...which is the impression I get from the previous statement. It also starts down the slippery slope which I'm sure many of us have seen before that results in more "sensitive" individuals crying "Godmode!" whenever anything they don't like happens regardless of whether it truly fits the definition or not. Also, I request that when this gets officially written up we utilize AbsurdlyPowerfulMan and UnfortunateGuy for examples as they amuse me greatly.

Aguacatin gets my vote too.