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    Roen | Nabi
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  1. Roen

    Remnants

    Gods, Roen was bad at making conversation. With Nero, he’d always been the more talkative one, and Kasrjin was the total opposite, speaking words only as it was necessary. Now that she was going to be traveling with a man she hardly knew, she was trying to get to know the man, but asking blunt questions, she supposed, would not ease them into any kind of trust. But speaking about mounts and riding, well, she at least felt some measure of ease in it. “I have.” Why not start with honesty? All these vague roundabouts were starting to wear on her. “I was fortunate enough to have a mother who… delighted in learning about all exotic things.” Her voice softened notably as the subject of her mother rose to the fore. “I prefer horses over chocobos, in truth. Horses tend to have a smoother gait when running.” The edges of her eyes crinkled at the thought. “I would think riding one would be something you do not forget. I would not pass up an offer, should the opportunity present itself.” With a sidelong glance, Roen spied that hint of amusement on Ashur’s face. “They say that mounts have a natural instinct about who they allow on their back.” Her eyes narrowed with curiosity. “How did you get along with your bird?"
  2. Roen

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    "There is a place on Othard, where the tribes of the Xaela meet, far from our glaciers. Look for the Xaela wearing adornments of obsidian, and you will find those of my people. You may tell them of your association with Kasrjin of the Khadai, and should it please you, we may meet again." Those words, spoken over a year ago, returned to her as if she had heard it yesterday. It was the only bit of instruction Roen had to go by, but she hoped it was enough. From the rare occasions that she did cross paths with other Xaelas in Eorzea, none seemed too familiar with Kasrjin’s tribe. But it was also known that there were plenty reclusive tribes in the Steppe. So would it be as simple as looking for particular Xaelas wearing unique jewelry in this place called Reunion to find Kasrjin’s people? “I… hope so,” Roen answered both herself and Ashur tentatively, not sounding as sure as she would have liked. “I have only met one member of the tribe you are looking for, in truth. But I call him friend.” She looked off towards the mountains as she came to stand next to Ashur. Despite the uncertainty, the prospect of traveling through a new land, discovering things she had never seen before, there was a sense of excitement that was tugging at her lips. Or it could have been that she was finally out of the rolling waves of the sea, but her mood was improving already. She drew in deeply of the cool moist air, and leaned to the side to glance at the map in Ashur’s possession. It was a cursory look, but even with that, the markings and the terrain noted on the chart seemed vast. She nodded as she followed the marked trail with her eyes, then once more ahead to the village in the distance. Oddly enough, her apprehensions were dismissed in favor of anticipation. A shared experience in getting lost. She still wasn’t sure how that would go over with man like Ashur, but she supposed she was going to find out. Roen began to make her way down the wooden jetty to land, her hands absently moving about her person to make certain all things, pack and weapons, were in order. She was somewhat glad she wasn't’ wearing full heavy armor, for a trek on foot would have been more arduous. “Have you ridden horses before?” she asked out of the blue as a thought occurred to her. “I do not know how long this trip would take by foot, and probably no one will sell horses to foreigners but…” She gave Ashur a look over her shoulder, and there was a touch of curiosity in her eyes. “They ride horses here in the East. Have you ever been on one before?”
  3. Roen

    Remnants

    Roen narrowed her eyes, her lips pursing at his own lack of answer. But that irritation was quick to fade along with the next stroke of the oar. Ashur really didn’t have a reason to trust her at this point. For all he knew, he was coming along with him to stop him when it mattered. And she couldn’t deny that it was a distinct possibility. But for reasons Roen couldn’t quite pinpoint, she didn’t want to. Perhaps it was his motivation to save someone, or that he struck an honest and benevolent chord in their initial meeting by offering to help her without much payment in return. A part of her wanted to believe that this man was well intended. That she was here to help him figure out this mess, to realize that his employers were not the kind to be trusted or aided, and that perhaps they can work together to save whoever it was that needed his help but also make certain that no peril fell upon Kasrjin’s tribe as well. Was that the only reason that she came along? Roen couldn’t deny that she looked forward to seeing Kas. It had been over a year since their parting, and she was curious how things had fared for the austere Xaela warrior. He had confided in her that he did suffer a betrayal by his own people and that he didn’t feel as if he belonged there as he had in the past. What had become of him? Was he still with them? All these questions had her mulling and rowing in silence until they were quickly approaching the shore. Roen squinted at the small fishing village along the coast, and a small wooden dock that extended out into the water. She pursed her lips, now truly feeling as if she was in foreign territory. “So. I trust you have been to the mainland of Othard before?” She glanced from the land back to Ashur. Since she was still quite new to the East, she was hoping that he was more familiar with how to navigate to the Steppe. She knew where she needed to be headed, but how to get there was going to be an adventure.
  4. Does the duckling come with Ruckus?? (I kid... I just thought the duckling in the shot was ADORABLE)
  5. Roen

    Remnants

    There it was again. That person he was trying to save. And his question of what would she do… it made her pause. Indeed, what would she do to save someone she loved? She had made the choice to sacrifice her heart for the good of all, once. And it nearly broke her. A somber expression flitted over her features, for it was her turn to look to the distant horizon. “There was a time when I would have told you that the good of all would always take priority over the good of one. But now…? I pray that such a choice never has to be made.” She turned back to Ashur, leaning in towards him, more intent. “Who framed you? And how do you know that they aren’t working with your employers? Isn’t it a little convenient that they offer to just make your problems go away?” She narrowed her eyes. “From what I know of them, the people you work for likely have the power to do as they promised. But they also have the power to have orchestrated it in the first place.” She shook her head. “I think… if you keep an open mind and a cool head,” she said the last two words with a pointed look, “... then perhaps we can explore the possibilities of what this keystone can do with the Xaela tribe you seek.” Roen exhaled, returning her attention to the rowing again. She sounded confident enough, but she herself had no idea how she and Ashur would even be received by Kasrjin’s people. If they would even listen to her in the first place. She could only hope that her familiarity with a Khadai would at least allow her to implore with him personally. “Who is this that you are trying to save?” She shifted the subject, her tone turning more quiet and neutral. “What kind of danger are they in?”
  6. Roen

    Remnants

    Roen watched Ashur carefully, at first it was to coordinate their rowing efforts but after awhile once they were in synchronicity, she began to regard his face as he spoke. There was definitely an anger that was sparked, a reflex almost, when he thought he was being betrayed. He had mentioned being framed for something after all, as the whole reason of him doing all this in the first place. So the man valued honesty. And if he was indeed implicated in a crime that he didn’t commit, one could go as far as say he was innocent. Although looking over the man, he certainly had the look of a well-worn and traveled mercenary; Roen doubted he had been hired nor succeeded this long without compromising some values along the way. Could she call herself completely innocent? A long sigh left her lips and Roen glanced about. She supposed being surrounded by the ocean, this was good a spot as any to speak truths she didn’t want overheard. “The tribe you seek, they are… people with purpose. And nothing grand or bloodthirsty in conquering others, only to survive and flourish. They function as a community, performing tasks they are best fit for. They have...” She paused with a distant look in her eyes for a moment. “... a different way of looking at things in terms of what is valued and what is not.” Her gaze drifted over the water, looking over the reflection of the sun upon the currents. Has it been so long since she spoke to Kasrjin? She could almost picture the puzzlement upon his face. It was such a familiar sight, after all. But soon her eyes narrowed and her eyes flicked back to the man rowing next to her. “What you want to take from them, they will not yield. It is supposed to save their people.” Her motions slowed, as she narrowed her eyes on Ashur. "Are you willing to take from them their very livelihood? Possibly what sustains them?"
  7. Roen

    Remnants

    Roen finally allowed herself a sigh of relief when she took her seat on the dinghy, a wary glance thrown toward the pirate ship they had just managed to get off of. Despite her confident words of warning, she actually had no idea what connections Ashur had with the Hingan family or what kind of pull they might have had with the Confederates. The politics of the East was one she was not too accustomed to just yet, despite the fact that she was learning and reading all she can during her sea voyage over. She was just glad that the gamble paid off. Roen took up the oars without a word and dipped them into the water, before she gave a small shrug to Ashur. “What would have been the alternative? See you get killed by pirates and stay as their captive until whenever they decided to release me?” She arched a skeptical brow. “That would have been a poor choice.” She set her legs against the base of the boat and started the motion of rowing to shore. It was not something she had done in some time. There was a little bit of an amusement that tugged at the corner of her lips at their predicament, but a physical exertion was something that she never shied away from. “Although, as quick as you were ready to draw your gun, I hope you show a bit of a cooler head as we continue. I believe Xaelas can also be a territorial sort and many tribes are warlike. I would not have our paths be littered with bodies. I hope you can resort to diplomacy whenever possible?”
  8. Roen

    Remnants

    Roen shot Ashur a sharp look with a small furrow to her brow. She pressed her lips as if in disapproval of whatever he was planning to do, for they were on the Confederate ship after all. She could see the shore in the distance, and given the lightness of their armor, both she and Ashur could make for shore, if the Confederates decided not to try and shoot them in the back as they did so. But was all that trouble worth it? She let out a long sigh, and narrowed her eyes at the captain. “Do not think me ridiculous in paying you to stay detained on your ship.” She gave Ashur a sidelong glance, this time more obviously so. “My friend is in a bit of a hurry. I would accept our coin… and our thanks for the passage, and go on and keep your word in detaining the rest of the shipful of mercenaries in Kugane that are also waiting to make this same voyage.” She flexed her hand, hooking the coin pouch back onto her belt, where it rested closer to her sword. Despite her calmer words, she too had no intention of staying against her will on some pirate ship. But she preferred to resolve this without violence if at all possible. “So, you can make quite a bit of profit, still repay your favor in holding off the tide of foreigners to come, and let us pass without trouble?” She tilted her head, her words slowing as she started to make note of how many were on the ferry, who wore weapons, both long range and melee. “Or decline the opportunity for wealth, and make trouble for yourself where it is not needed by holding paying passengers captive. Especially those with Hingan noble ties.” Her scan of the surroundings ended with a brief glance towards Ashur, this time more of a readied look rather than apprehension, before she looked back to Tsura. Her voice remained calm but unwavering. “We really are not worth all the trouble that this would bring.”
  9. Roen

    Remnants

    Pirates. Roen nearly rolled her eyes. It had been awhile, for she had been working with nobles and other businessmen for the last year, that she had encountered such obvious and blatant greed. Or perhaps she had been blessed in at least working with those who wanted to help Ala Mhigans and orphans. She had forgotten how pirates were, brash and proud in their self-interest. Her sword hand almost twitched, as if there was an old instinct that wanted to return, or at least make a show of it and rest her hand on her hilt. But if she learned anything from Nero, it was that things were not always what they seemed. “It must have been an hefty sum.” The paladin tilted her head, steady gaze lingering on the Roegadyn. “Exactly how many people are you planning on denying passage? Did your previous client pay for all of them? And what of other passengers that has nothing to do with… whatever this is? Foreigners make trips to Othard every sun for all sorts of reasons. Are you going to deprive yourself of all their tithe? Surely you are not the only Confederate ship that stands to make koban here.” She stepped up, unhooking her pouch from her belt. “Why not make even more profit for yourself by allowing us passage? Our individual payment could be double what you usually get. You could stand to make quite a bit of wealth, if you choose to accept both tithes.” She glanced from the Captain, to his crewmen, then back to the Hellsguard. “You could still detain whoever else and keep what you were paid already." She shrugged. “What do you stand to lose?”
  10. Roen

    Remnants

    Roen remained in the back, letting Ashur do all the talking. But when the document detailing his arrangement was just casually tossed aside, she raised a skeptical brow. Pirates. What was that she said about their disinclination to adhere to the rules? She took a step forward, letting out a patient sigh. At last she had enough sense to exchange her coins for what was proper currency in the East. Kugane might be accepting of gil, but she was not at all sure about the rest of Othard. She gave the squinty man a nod, her eyes slightly narrowing at him in return. “I brought coin.” She reached for a her pouch, unhooking it from her belt. “What are you asking to bring the both of us to the captain?” She too crossed her arms, eyeing the Confederate. “And I trust we will pay this tithe once for the passage? And not each crew member that we encounter?”
  11. Roen

    Remnants

    Roen let out a quiet sigh when Ashur continued. She loosened the shield that hung from her back, setting it aside to lean against an unattended crate. She put her back against the stack of boxes, reaching into her pouch to draw out the chronometer instead. The hands indicated what she already knew, that the morning was getting on. But as she regarded the timepiece, her expression softened. Her eyes slid in Ashur’s direction, the man who had repaired it just a sun ago. What was the saying? In for a copper, in for a ponze? Roen shook her head, but when she spoke again, her words had taken on a softer tone. Perhaps even contrite compared to a moment ago. “In truth? You are right. If you intend to return the keystone to your employers or jeopardize Xaelas in your misguided quest, I will not be helping you. I care not if you see me coming.” There was a pause before she continued, setting her chronometer back into her pouch. “But, I am hoping for something else. I am hoping you are an earnest man. I am hoping that you come to realize that working together to thwart your mysterious clients would be in everyone’s best interest. But I need to see for myself that I can trust you with what I know.” She had turned her head, regarding Ashur intently by now. But not waiting on a response to that rather heavy sentiment, she crossed her arms, taking the opportunity to look away from the man to look to the state of her gauntlets instead. “So. Just how is your employer going to give you your life back?” She knew it was rather a direct and personal question, and perhaps not a good one to lead with, but she was never good at small conversations anyroad.
  12. Roen

    Remnants

    While Roen didn’t say out right, she was relieved to hear Ashur criticize lawlessness. Rarely did hardened mercenaries and sellswords who could often be hired to kill for money, pay any mind to what would be considered a virtue or vice. Neither mattered to most, only profit. It was becoming clearer to her that Ashur was not one of these men. She had a feeling that such was the case, which was why she had shown up here at all. It did help in setting her mind at ease, even if it was just a little. But from the start, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she didn’t feel threatened by him. Not even when he reached for that gun. You have been wrong before. A quick self reminder of her past mistakes however, made Roen suddenly look out to the horizon, a small furrow starting to form on her brow. And since it did not seem that they would depart anytime soon, she started to look around for a place to sit to take a whetstone to her sword. That's when the man broke the silence, with an attempt at small talk even. She inwardly winced. She was never good at such things. She didn’t want to delve into the fact that she was bringing a keepsake back to a woman who abandoned her child, who then grew up into a ruthless mercenary that she herself killed. Then there was the matter of the keystone and the strange otherworldly place she had visited deep in Dravania. Would she then bring up her final reason? That she was looking for a friend of hers that she had long since lost contact with? A smuggler who was likely involved in illegal activities on this side of the world? Roen pressed her lips thinly in contemplation. No, she wouldn’t talk about any of that. “I told you yesterday,” Roen reminded him matter-of-factly, giving him a sidelong glance. She realized she already did share with him some details, before she learned that he was after Kasrjin’s tribe. She glanced down to a belt pouch, where she had tucked away the chronometer. “I am returning something. It once belonged to someone dear to me, and now I have a duty to return it to his mother. It is the least I can do.”
  13. Roen

    Remnants

    “The Confederates?” She shook her head. “Nay. Although I suppose I am not unfamiliar with… pirates.” There was a pensive shift in her tone, as she looked up at the nearest ship. She made a show of looking at the sails, but her thoughts were elsewhere completely. It seemed to be her lot to come upon pirates sooner or later, wherever she was in the world. After all, a certain pirate was the very reason she was here in the East, was it not? She indulged for a moment of reflection, before she shook it off. “The Lominsan pirates are known to abide by a certain code. So I would not be surprised if the Confederacy had some standards of their own.” She gave Ashur a sidelong glance. “Although most of them are… usually up for interpretation.” Her lip took a skeptical twist. “That is the nature of a pirate, is it not? Lawlessness?” Roen canted her head with one arched brow at Ashur. “I brought some coin. I did a little bit of study before arriving here as to not be completely lost.” She made a point not mention her nearly getting cheated in the first few suns, even though the man next to her was the only witness. But that didn’t need to be revisited. “So, what is this arrangement you speak of?”
  14. Roen

    Remnants

    Roen almost snorted. She didn’t yet know enough about Ashur to be certain how serious he was when he placed his hand on the holster of his gun, but even she knew how strict the laws here were against any show of violence or even impropriety. So she gave him a lopsided crook of her lips with a cant of her head, crossing her arms rather than reciprocating by reaching for the longsword hanging by her hip. “Stealth has never been my strong suit,” she retorted, a quick glance looking over his equipment. She had hung around both Ishgard and Shaelen long enough to be familiar with the aetherotransformers, but she also appreciated the shortsword hanging from his back. She always did prefer the blade over firearms herself, even though a sword and a shield would not travel far in a long range battle. She pursed her lips at the thought. “Let us say that I am still pondering on it,” Roen said neutrally. “But sitting in Kugane while you start making your way to the Steppe certainly is not going to do anyone any good.” She stepped past him to look to the ships docked on the pier. “Is it true? There is still a tithe to be paid for the trip?”
  15. Roen

    The Art of Cigarettes and Fireflies

    The Bath by Ruen It is hidden in the spoiler section for small bit of nudity. It was a very touching scene, all about trust and nothing sexual. Nabi and Anchor were still trapped beneath the mountain, and this was the night before the final battle. Some glimpse of the scene can be found here. You can check out more of Ruen's art here!
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