Silvaire

Good luck at OCS! You will do great!

I always see the RP'ing. I saw the date auction and it was a fun event. Since my FC is disbanding, I was wondering if it would be ok to contact someone in game or what about joining?

I'll be emailing you soon! These are so good!

OOC Raven almost only rides the Coeurl mount but I think ICly she would use her Chocobo, for the same reasons previously stated. I suppose I could come up with a reason she has the Coeurl...hmmm...

Having a Lalafell around is a privelage and they should be respected! As for Raven, she's not a fan of touching. She rarely let's people get close enough that it would happen anyway. Maybe if she was to get comfortable enough with someone. So, no celebratory hugs, chest bumps, high fives or holding hands and jumping up and down.

That is an awesome picture! Well done!

Your style is fantastic! If you do ever start doing them, I'll have to have one.

This seems fun! I'll have to get an injury...hmmm.

Have you done any full body or busts?

I've been sick as hell lately but I'm hoping to get back on Morn'a this week. Pretty sure he's all set for the wedding anyway.

It's a very good idea. Morn'a and F'elona should probably meet before the ceremony. I'll also pm you Janna and let you know what he's been up to.

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I could possibly need a benchmark for Morn'a. I'm in the character creation screen and having a little trouble getting it perfect. I'll keep messing with it.

This is awesome! I'd like to play Morn'a! I can pm one of you. So exciting!

(This is just something I am working on. I will add more and update as I get the chance.) The letter said, "Meet me at The Quicksand, Crow." She reads it one more time before entering the building. The Quicksand is almost empty when she gets there. It doesn't take long for her to find the sender of the letter. A large Roagadyn, sitting at one of the tables, raises his hand high and waves to her. "Hey!" His voice echoes through the establishment. He motions for her to join him. Just as she gets to the table he pushes a chair out with his foot. Have a seat...Spiraling Crow." His voice takes on a mocking tone as he says her name. She half heartedly bows and replies, "Why thank you...Crooked Scythe." Mocking him in return with every word and motion. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He chuckles. "How have you been, Geyssthota?" Hearing him call her that reminds her of family. Her brothers, her sister, her parents. She hasn't seen most of them in so long, except the brother before her and a sister that she believes is in Limsa Lominsa. "That's better." Spraling Crow, the name she uses now. She decided to use a different name like Kroemansa, also known as Crooked Scythe, advised her to do when she arrived in Ul'dah. Only, hers isn't a direct translation of her true name. "How about you? A great armorer yet?" "Ha! Wouldn't that be nice." He shakes his head while he cuts another piece from the steak on his plate and shovels it in his mouth. "Sit. Talk." The words barely made it out past the food in his mouth. Spiraling Crow drops into the chair. "What should we talk about?" She leans forward and steals a chunk of meat from his plate. He points at her with his knife. "Get your own." A smile on his lips. "So, how did that meeting go with that group of people you won't tell me anything about?" The smile fades. "All serious now? Big brother needs to keep little sister safe?" There's no hiding the annoyance she feels. "Don't be like that. You tell me nothing. Just that you're meeting with some sort of group or company. We both know that if you're interested in them then there's a very good possibility that they're not...How can I word this...Righteous saviors of the people?" He sets the knife and fork down before resting his back against his chair. "Do you trust them?" "I do. I mean..." Trust? Does anyone ever really trust anyone? "They trusted me with what they are so I guess I can trust them with what I am." He raises an eyebrow. "What you are? You'd tell them everything?" "Of course!" She perks up in her chair and puts her hands up as if to fight something. "That I'm a big tough Lohengarde with two older brothers and an older sister." The words make her chuckle as they come out. Crooked Scythe crosses his arms. "So then you'd leave out the fact that you're...different?" "Special!" She shoots right back at him. "A lunatic..." He replies quickly. "Geyssthota, I...I'm." His large hand reaches across the table to take hers. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." She grips his hand tightly. "I'm not crazy." Her eyes are locked on his. "Please let's not talk about this now." "You don't think they'll notice when you have one of your moments?" He holds her one hand in both of his now. "It's understandable. You were almost..." "Killed? Yes I know, I was there." She yanks her hand out of his. "And you were so scared and you didn't know if I was going to make it and if Wyrnbryda hadn't...." Her stare breaks it's lock on Crooked Scythe as she realizes he's only looking out for her. "If Wyrnbryda hadn't shown up when she did...I may or may not be here..."

For these forums. Sorry I should have specified.

I have an alt that I want to RP as we'll. should I make a different log in for said alt?

This sounds like fun! I have an alt Roegadyn character in Ul'dah that would be great as muscle and it would give me a good excuse to play her.

Yep! Elezen too...

That would be awkward! I stood next to my doppelgänger and just stared at him.

Just ran by an NPC in the archer's guild with my characters name just with an extra "r". :frustrated:

Thanks for the help! Definitely going to try this out tonight.

Okay a lot of you have sweet signatures on all your posts. I was wondering how you make those? I have no idea how to do anything like that. I play on a PS3, I don't even know how to take screen shots with it.

Awesome! I will contact you guys in game as soon as I can.

The sun shines through the trees and warms his face. It reminds him of the decision he has made. A decision he did not make in haste or takes lightly. "What are you doing, Silvaire?" The Elezen asks himself. Becoming a Dragoon..." He answers himself in a mocking tone. He stops, looks around, takes a deep breath and removes his pack from his back. An old lance is strapped to it. He takes a moment to admire it. Nothing fancy, just a simple lance. It's not shiny or ornate, it's old. No one has ever longed for it but it's his. "Becoming a Dragoon." The mocking tone out of his voice now. It's been a long journey. He turns off the road and walks towards a large tree. The pack is heavy so it goes down first. Silvaire sits with his back against the tree next to his pack. The shade feels good.He remains quiet as someone passes on the road riding a chocobo. Lost in thought for a moment, he figures he's not far from Gridania now. There is nothing there for him except the lancer's guild. The only reason he had to for going there. He wants their training, he needs their training. What they can offer him will be his way to salvation or so he believes. He reaches over and unties the lance's leather bindings. Skill with the weapon is not unknown to him but he can't use it they way they do. The way Dragoons can. He clutches the lance to his chest and closes his eyes. Will they welcome him? How will the people be? Can he make the adjustment to life in the city? "Keep an open mind, Silvaire." A familiar voice in his mind tells him. "Keep an open mind..." "NOOO! Get away!" A girls voice shrieks. Silvaire's eyes are yanked open by the sound. He pulls his feet under himself and takes a crouching position. The Elezen listens. Their feet crashing into the ground, moving leaves and crushing underbrush allows him to adjust so not to be seen by the approaching interuption to his nap. "Stop her!" A fat Hyur man screams as he has no chance of catching her himself. Silvaire watches the group as they get closer to him. "I have nothing!" A frantic Miqo'te pleads. She is wearing a long coat and what appears to him as an extremely large hat. There are two other men chasing her down. The closest one to her is a small framed man wielding a dagger. He's fast and agile. "He will catch her." Silvaire mutters under his breath. Another man is not far behind carrying a lance. His weapon slows him down enough so he could not catch her. "Doesn't look like either of them have much training." The Miqo'te dodges a tree, jumps a rock and almost loses her footing. They are catching up to her and getting closer to the Elezen. "Come on girl. Move faster." He orders as though he's right next to her. Not getting involved would be ideal but not probable. He looks around to see if anyone is coming from another direction. Hoping there is someone else who will rescue the girl. This is not what he had intended this day to bring him. No one, no one other than him. It will have to be him. His attention is brought back to the girl. "Aa...unh!" It's the only sound she makes before the thud of her body hitting the ground. Her hat sails through the air and lands about the length of his lance from him. Silvaire takes an instant to notice the size of the hat. He will have to find out if everyone wears such large hats in the city. The agile man lands on her, driving his knee into her back. He lifts her face off the ground by her black hair. "I think I hit her too hard." They chuckle as he speaks. "Check her for gil and anything else of value." The fat man orders. He must be the one with authority. Why else would they listen to him. "You!" He points a chubby finger at the one with the lance. "Watch for anyone coming." "Seven! Seven gil and nothing else." By this time Silvaire has figured out that the man are just bandits. There is no other reason for them to be doing this other than the want for what she has and they don't. The Elezen understands this well. Are they doing what they need to for survival? If they take the small amount of gil and go then is that okay? If they hadn't harmed her things would be different. "Her clothes look fancy." The portly man smiles. "Take those." They laugh almost in unison as he says it. The agile man starts tugging at her coat. Silvaire snaps to his feet and tightens the grip on his lance! "I guess it starts now." He steps out from behind the tree and immediately has all their attention. Their faces give away that the last thing they were expecting was a Duskwight to interupt their crime. "Get away from her." Silvaire's voice is stern and demanding. "Unless you are so eager to die." To be continued!