Knight Kat

I am interested.

[align=center]Hammerlea, Western Thanalan[/align] Kiht stood upon the grounds of an abandoned camp in Western Thanalan. Goblins don’t leave much behind when they moved, the Keeper scout knew that. And it was a sign that they were not chased away or killed. She moved into a kneel then scooped some sand into her hand. She let it trickle from her hand as she sniffed it a few times. After a moment of quiet, she let out a sigh. “One wonders if this is good or bad…” She muttered. She moved to stand, and took one last look around. All the Goblins left behind was footprints and ash mixed with sand. It was quiet as a breeze blew, and the sun started to rise. She began to recollect what she had said the night of the trade with the Goblins. ‘In a land of little, a people who make a living on junk have just what is needed to save a sick mother and a poor merchant. When life for many in this place is like that of glorified sand Marmmots, scraping survival off the bottom of a Goblin's junk barrel is an accomplishment. This world is not perfect, but survival is more than some get.’ Kiht slowly shook her head. It was ironic that the Goblins were more beneficial for the poor people than the Monetarists who likely had the Goblins driven off. It was a miracle that the Brass Blades didn’t kill them; the Goblins must have had someone looking out for them. She turned her gaze to the giant hammers the land was named for. On the other hand, the Goblins -did- sabotage those hammers. The horrible contraptions give some Ul’dahn people jobs. It was not a job Kiht would ever choose, but it’s something for people who might not be able to do anything else… Too bad the people who built and maintain the hammers will never afford to use the summer homes that will be built on the foundations they make. Ul’dah never changes. Kiht let out an exhale then began her walk back Ul’dah. It was not her job to change Ul’dah, for she would always be an outsider in the desert. The best way to survive the Jewel of the Desert was similar to surviving the Black Shroud: stay unnoticed… Until there was someone or something that needed to be hunted.

Kiht Jakkya: Flying Spear Qara Hotgo: Black Rose

Zanzan is unable to reach his computer right now, but he requests he be signed up for Brass and Steam. Also, please sign up Kiht Jakkya for A New Bloom.

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Signing up Kiht for Where the Hammer Fell.

1. Have you killed your character before? Nope, never. However, this is in large part because my experience with RP started nearly three years ago shortly after ARR came out. Until a year ago, my only character was Kiht, and I had accomplished so much experience and involvement with her. I had no desire to kill her off, or shelf her. Most of my time with my characters has been spent making them "guest stars" in the plots of others. It's something I very much enjoy, but does make it so my characters never really have a set conclusion to their stories. I suppose they will see an end when I get tired of playing them. But I may or may not choose death for them. I see them fading into the background as NPCs a perfectly viable option. I understand if that's not an option for all characters though. 2. How -did- would your friends take it? I've spoken to my friends about it, and most said they would be very sad if either of my characters died. However, I strongly believe it matters more to them that I continue to RP with them even if it meant rolling new characters. My only fear would be ruining the RP of others with character death. I believe this can be avoided with proper warning, preparation and timing. Some might think that takes away the shock value and drama. But I usually find out about even sudden character deaths OOC hours or days before I have a chance for my characters to ICly react. My shock is usually gone by the time my characters get be shocked. When I've seen others kill off their characters before, it usually ends one of two ways: The player regrets it, and brings the character back to life somehow. The player rolls a new character, or falls back on playing one of their others more. In my experience, their friends usually react by becoming sad, but do get over it and move on. Sometimes I see them RP with their friends less as character connections may not be the same on their new character or alt. However, this can be changed if both parties wanted to continue to RP with each other. 3. Would you not want to RP with someone who may unceremoniously kill off their character? Why? Unceremoniously? That doesn't sound like what you are doing. It sounds like you informed your friends that the death of your character is very possible. It sounds like you have it set to be part of a story. That isn't unceremonious to me. That is the right way to do it IMHO. But if we are talking unceremonious character death, I would still be fine with it as long as the player didn't make it a constant thing. If the player is constantly killing a character, regretting it then bringing them back to life over and over again, I would get irritated. Also, if the player made new characters then disposed of them constantly like some kind of character factory, I might find that odd. However, who I RP with depends mostly on the player and always has. If I know and trust the player, I will always continue to RP with them on any of their characters.

Has little on West Shroud and nothing on Orn Wilds when I know there is some lore on both even if it is scarce. However, I am really glad you linked this. Thank you so much.

Signing Kiht up for Once Hallowed Ground! I've waited 24 hours to give someone else a chance to fill the fourth slot, and it's still open! It I can't resist longer.

It's that time again...

Turns out I will be free for sure on that day! Please sign Qara up for a committed slot in Save the Kids!

I'd like to offer Qara Hotgo as a reserve for Save the Kids! Reason I say reserve is because I am not sure if I will be available that day. 50/50 at this point.

I'm pulling out of the event Grave Concern. I apologize for the short notice. Everyone who is going, I hope you have fun.

You mean she doesn't want to hang out with her ol buddy R'elend? (Though I considered bringing Eva) Ha, I'm jumping all over the place. I edited my post once more. I will find some reason for her to do A. It is just North of the Shroud after all.

Welp, B and C are full. Sign Kiht up for A. I'll find some reason for her to help in that one.

[align=center]Rock Falls, Southern Thanalan[/align] The moment Kiht, Zanzan, Arblis and Nihka emerged from the cave, Kiht felt a rush of accomplishment as the Immortal Flames carried sleeping Seekers out into the open air. Some of the Flames had been waiting outside, and what they would see is the nearly fifty members of the Falling Stars tribe being carried out, unharmed. With no context for others to understand, it looked as if four adventurers went in and neutralized over forty Seekers without taking harm. It was a sight one might describe in a legend. However, despite Kiht's willingness to take her share of the credit at first, she would not exaggerate this story to make it sound more fantastic. The team went in, showed mercy and kindness to a broken girl, and with her help, were able to sneak up to the chamber where the many enslaved Seekers and few huntresses rested. There was a struggle, but not one of combat or arms; it was one of philosophy. "What in the Seven Hells?" One Flames soldier spoke out. "They had this many in there? This many they could have attacked us with?" Kiht turned her gaze to the soldier. She had thought the same thing. The Falling Stars Huntresses were among some of the most difficult foes she had ever faced, yet they squandered their numbers by turning a large part of their tribe into these disgraced servants. It was not only dishonorable, but strategically foolish. Was it all in order to breed even stronger generations? Was it so the Nunh could maintain power without his underlings growing too big in number? Kiht's mind wondered, but found no answers. "Be gentle with them." She called out to the soldier. He looked at Kiht as he began to drag one of the sleeping Seekers. "They weren't gentle when they attacked us, miss." "These are not your enemy. See that tail cut short? The rubbish clothes? She was stripped of her title, her tribe letter, her rank and her right to be a huntress. She was punished enough. Carry her rightly, or I will do it myself." Kiht spoke sternly. She had taken responsibility for Miqo'te akin to this in the past: the banished, the strays and the abused. It reminded her of the once honorable cause she once fought for. The Clans were left behind, but it never changed her belief in the cause of aiding Miqo'te in need; especially, when the fate of some were reduced to something like this... The soldier scoffed, but he lifted the sleeping woman instead of continuing to drag her. He was even more unhappy about it when he found out how much the woman weighed. "She's as heavy as my wife!" "That is not a kind thing to speak ab-" "My wife is a Highlander!" "... Ah, I see..." Kiht withdrew a bone whistle from her belt. She blew a short, melodic tune on it then peered into the sky. It was time for her to do what the White Seer had asked, and take responsibility for the children. A shadowy silhouette from something that flew moved across the ground at nearly the speed of an arrow. Kiht held out her arm, and the small Coerthan Falcon, Haru, abruptly landed on her forearm. His birdy gaze met hers. "Right then, Haru, time to be my eyes in the sky." She spoke softly then focused her aether in linking with his. Suddenly he flew off back into the air; not only acting as eyes in the sky, but understanding the instinctive intent of Kiht. From above, she could see through his eyes to overlook the entire operation. Any Seeker being dragged, roughed up or abused would be spotted so Kiht could intervene. It only made sense that the Immortal Flames might be angry - they lost comrades to this tribe. But these were not the people to blame. There was a certain Nunh who needed any number of violent things done to him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [align=center]Camp Sodding Nowhere, Sodding Nowhere, Sagolii, Southern Thanalan[/align] Bells after the nearly fifty Seekers were brought to camp finally awake, a newly-purchased steel spear would be found close to where the Seekers with clipped tails were being kept. It was a weapon brought with the Immortal Flames, but Kiht purchased it from the requisitions officer. On the spear, a small letter was tied to it. The letter bore a somewhat poor drawing of four people - three Miqo’te and one Lalafell. One Miqo’te had white hair with a dark-colored body, and another was like a negative image being dark-haired with a light-colored body. The third was drawn in the midst of a goofy arm-wave motion, and had reddish hair. Only two words were written on the note. “For Orri.”

Signing Kiht up for Discreet Adventurers Requested. Also, I would like to reserve Open Action Block 1 for something Kht wants to look into.

I'm signing up Qara Hotgo. I'll find some reason for her to do this

Signing Kiht up for B, The Murderous Ones.

[align=center]Camp "Sodding Nowhere", 14th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon. [/align] Kiht Jakkya sat in the shade of crates and a tent in what could be considered the corner of a little camp in the middle of the Sagolii Desert. The Immortal Flames worked in the midst of their daily duties; Kiht hardly paid attention to them, and her mind was on other matters. She sat in a rather undignified position; her legs straight out in front of her, and her back against a crate. A journal laid on her lap, and one hand held a quill, but the other hand held her abdomen. Her tunic was cut and bloody, but her wounds had been mended as much as magic could manage. She just needed time to heal. Her head rested back against the crate, and it kept her gaze slightly skyward. She closed her eyes, and reached into her pocket. Slowly, her hand drew out a tiny bone ocarina. The little instrument was so simple it could easily be called a bone whistle. She played a short tune on it that sounded more like a melodic whistle. A slight breeze blew across the desert sands, and the camp’s tents rustled when hit with the wind. Suddenly, a tiny winged figure landed upon a crate in front of Kiht. The bird arrived so quickly that it was almost as if he aether-ported to her. “Haru.” She said as she grew a smile. The small Falcon stared at her expectantly. “I hope you have been able to find food in this desert… I have none for you. I am sorry.” She said in a casual tone as if the bird could understand her. Haru canted his head as she talked, but responded no other way. Kiht studied him for a moment. The bird just watched her with patience. “…What are you?” She asked quietly. “To me, you are just a tiny animal. Too small to be worth much food, and too lacking of mind to have conversation with. You would not comprehend my troubles, my dishonors or my worries… You only care about where your next meal will come from.” Haru doesn’t respond, of course. His head only adjusted upright. But his gaze stayed on Kiht. “Are you meat?” She asked. “Are you just flying meat that needs to eat more meat to continue to be meat?” Kiht let out a short chuckle that was interrupted by a cough. Her body was not ready to let her laugh without protest. “Flying meat with feathers…” Haru just stared. “Flying…” She spoke quietly. Her eyes fell shut. “You can fly faster than I can run, you can dive and swoop a mouse from the ground with the accuracy of a seasoned archer, you can see a tiny creature from Gods knows how far away, and you do this without magic, soul stones or even a mind such as mine.” The bird tilted his head the other way. “I am a predator. I am not prey. I am not meat… Nor are you, Haru.” She weakly brought up her arm in front of her. “My friend, I have no food for you right now, but I can admit when I am wrong… Am I wrong about you?” She asked in a soft tone. Haru swiftly hopped from the crate, and glided to Kiht’s arm with the grace that can only be shown by one who has spent years flying the skies. Kiht’s eyes met with Haru’s. For a moment, she focused on him. For a moment, she could feel his intent. For a moment, she saw herself through his eyes.

Sign Kiht Jakkya up for Missing Child in Silver Bazaar!

Ahhhhhhh, sighing Kiht up for C: The Lost Drakes!

Done with the survey!

I push the button. Everyone believes in cooperative storytelling, and the line between IC and OOC becomes something that people can more easily maintain. People become more proactive in starting and maintaining RP plots and events. OOC drama is all but gone, and no one tries to twist and manipulate the stories of others based on an OOC agenda.