Star Lin

Tanya Waterstrike was reunited with her family, thanks to Ruran Vas help. After her first meeting with the Grindstone staff, her father came for her so that she could be present to Master Cocobuki to decide her fate. Cocobuki look up in sympathy at the young woman. “You understand why you are here, do you not?” Tanya Waterstrike nods. “There is a fear that I am nothing but a voidsent using the body of Tanya Waterstrike to wreak havoc on Ul’dah.” She bury her fury at being treated in such a way, understanding Ser Warren’s fear for his staff and the fighters but also in wishing to protect her brother. “As much as I wish to protest this, I only have my own words and my Father to speak for me.” “Lady Waterstrike,” one of the other Thumaturge said and she turn a look on him at the tone he used, as if he didn’t believe on who she was. “You have been dead for eight summers now. Yet you do not ‘look’ any different from the day that you left for the Flats. Perhaps it was something your Father did.” The room temperature drop and the other turn in fear at Thomas. “It is only a suggestion. After all, I know that the miqo’te that you have been teaching is still not very good at the fire spells.” “MY Son has always been a better healer. He is far too light to be anything else,” Thomas said. The room temperature rose to normal. “Master Cocobuki, I’m sorry I did not bring her to you before but…” he pause as the Lalafell raise his hand. “Madam Waterstrike, you understand what has to be done to prove that you no longer have a voidsent within you?” “I understand, Master Cocobuki. Whatever must be done to clear my Family’s name and allow me to return to my family again. As for why I’m alive, I can only guess that Thal has more for me to do.” She would not get Micky, or Ser Ruran involve in this. She was a Waterstrike and would face what had to be done without anyone else being involve in it. She turn to her father, handing over her staff to him. “Please hold on to this for me, Father. Please see that John knows I’ll be home soon.” There is pride and regret within Cocobuki’s eyes. One of his brothers came over to lead her away. Thomas embrace her, whispering in her ear. “Stay strong, my little firecraker and do not be afraid of your own darkness.” He watch her being lead away, before turning from the group, allowing his tears to flow. “Do not give up yet, Master Waterstrike. She is of your blood so she will return to you soon.” Cocobuki said.

So, RP plot happen with John's sister. Ruran did his best to save her but *don...don...DON* plot will happen. Ruran is watching over her while their father research a way to remove the voidsent before she lose for mental battle with it.

Forgot to do a screenshoot for John's auction match. And even in the morning, he's still in shock that he won his match.

Unfortunately, I had a closing shift Mondy so John/I miss out on the open Hours event. And it looks like it will be the same for this coming Monday as I again have a closing shift.

Erralig's Burial Chamber, sight of those virtuous that have been interred there. Place for many of the nobel's houses to have their love ones make their final journey so that they may partake of Thal's realm. The place that the families may not worry over those that would desecrated those love one. But it seems that this is no more. Two days ago, the burial chamber appear to have been broken into, and a body taken from the noble house of Waterstrike. The body that was take was that of Tanya Waterstrike, the daughter of Master Thomas Waterstrike and Lady Margret Waterstrike. The Thaumaturge's Guild in Arrzaneth Ossuary are investigating how the break in happen but there is no leads at this time. Guards have been set up to see to it that the thief/thieves do not try to take anymore bodies, as well as to reassure those families with love ones interred that their bodies will not be disturb in their final rest. Arrzaneth has ask that if anyone saw anyone suspicion in or near Erralig's Burial Chamber, to report it to the Thaumaturge's Guild or the Brass Blade immediately. House Waterstrike is offering a reward to the return of Tanya's body.

(ooc: I'm going to be transferring Tanya next week to Balamung but I wanted to get something to set her up for the transfer.) Fire rain down on them, even as they ran for the shield that was forming. Blindrage yelling for the group to move it. "Go, go..." the red head yell, shoving her little brother into Seraphis waiting arms. The miqo'te turn reaching out for her but she smile at him, knowing that he would live. "I love you, John. Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I wasn't able to come home." "NO, TANYA!" She turn from the group, even as the shield closed over them. She slam her staff in front of her, calling on the protect spell, and reinforcing the shield. Then fire and light wash through her, burning her, and releasing her from this realm. The spirit drifted, holding onto as much of itself as it could, and search for something...someone. Did they survive? It couldn't let go of itself until it knew what became of the others. 'Hey, Sister.' The spirit turn to the voice, knowing it but it could feel the aching sadness in those words. 'Dad had your staff fix though you probably already probably broke it over Raging's Head by now, if there are Aldgoats in Thal's Realm.' It move closer, not knowing who Raging was but think of the Seawolf that thought Aldgoats were evil. 'I hope I'm making you proud. I wish you could meet the others. Warren could probably have show you more on using sword and shield then what Sam was teaching you.' There was a quiet but sad laugh. 'Though I fear you might have scare Howl off, especially when you probably found out we are dating.' It...no, she could see him, her little brother. Someone was dating her brother? 'Though, you probably would like Sei, Warren's wife. She's a lot like you in a way.' He talk about so many people, Ruran, Sizha'to, Khyran, Grandfather, Grandmother, Chachan, Erik, Connor, and so many more. She could feel herself drawing closer to her brother's voice. 'I miss you everyday but I'm becoming stronger. I hope that when I see you again, that you'll be proud." The voice was so close. "I should head back to Dusk and see if Howl might want to go and check out that Pizzeria that open." A pause. "Please continue to watch over me, Tanya." Wait...don't go. I want to see what you have become. Tanya reach for the voice, trying to stop it from leaving... The body grasp, clutching at the hole in the chest, jerking out a red shard, and other hand closing with force on the staff. The staff glow, healing the hole, and lighting up the 'box' that she found herself in. "where..." she whisper, voice horse from disuse. She fought down the panic as she realize what the box was, reaching up to try and force the lid, moving it a little at a time. It was bells later when she pull/fell out of the coffin, laying there, and trying to gather strength up, trying to get the body to work out the stiffness. The lalafell paused at the door, watching the red hair hyuran woman leave the tomb area. Tilting his head, as the woman slowly move down the stairs, leaning heavily on the staff. 'Poor woman...wonder who she lost to put her in that state.' Putting the woman out of his mind, he move on to the aethernet, so he could meet with Master Waterstrike for his next Thaumaturgy lesson.

Ok. Thanks for letting me know. Hopefully, I'll be off that monday or have an early morning shift.

Maril, I'm going to see if I catch you in game to join the LS today. I won't be able to attend the meeting on the 15 since I have a closing shift. If you have the monday meeting, John might be late for it, if it's still the 4-8 pm EST.

I have a Monk NPC for Kestlona that been training her who is a Midlander from the temple (though he was just entering his teens when the Mad King attack and destroy the temple), who is blond and gray (age) streaks in his hair. John adoptive father is Highlander and from Ala Mhigo though he left long before the Mad King went completely mad. With RDM coming, the background I had been working on with Thomas is being trike(sp?) so that I can have him start teaching John how to be a RDM.

*stare at the last scene with the new primal* Did...did Griffian do what I think he just did? *looks at her NPC monk trainer for Kestlona* Well, I now know how Alex will die and get Kest to head to Ala Mihgo.

After a long day at the clinic and then cleaning out the stable at the Dusk, John take a moment to get some sleep in his room, glad that Howl had rejoin the rest of the family.

Glad it went well. Sorry again about missing the grindstone but with that bug, I was feeling awful. At least the fever broke last night so I should be back in game after work tonight. Though I probably won't get into any RP since I'm still feeling crap.

Hm, I'll have to see what the class story is but I already have John being able to do some THM type spells with his dagger, usually if he is fighting a voidsent. If it looks like it could work, with his dad teaching him THM and already having some learning in CNJ, and being able to channel some spells into his dagger, I could have him start learning the sword for him to learn RDM. But he and Kit will always be partners so his main will still be SCH with some learning for the RDM job.

"No, no," John said, fishing in his pack and pulling out a small pouch of gil. "It was a help so I want to at least pay for it." He pull out 500 gil placing it on the counter, then slip in another 100 gil as he snatch a cookie. "I'll take this," he said, offering a smile. "Have a good day, Lady Zhara. Take care Cha and Virara." He bow the group before leaving the shop. He look down at his pack after he left. "Looks like I'll have to 'Dream' it." he whisper.

John gave a smile, though it look a bit uneasy. "It gives us a better lea...idea on what it's made from," he said. He took the wand from Chachan, gentle wrapping it back up in the white cloth. He paused for a moment, staring at the tip, and realizing he was going to have to do this the hard way. "Thanks Cha for doing this for me. I didn't mean to trouble you with this." Once he had it wrap up, he turn to Zhara. "How much do I owe for this, Lady Zhara?" he asked, coming up behind Chachan. He only got a quick look at some of the drawing, wondering how hard it would be to make the sword though he actually work better with wood then metal. He watch his friend pull out a kitchen knife and then processed to...chop an iron ingot with it. He was pretty sure his jaw was scrapping the floor at the site.

"I am a bit distracted, Virara, so please forgive me the slip of my tongue," he said. Gods, he felt even worst for involving Chachan in this. But he had to know so he could pass it on to Fury and Protector. Then they would have figure out a way to go after the Merchant that was selling this. Because, he didn't want anyone else to go through what Defiant went through when her own horn was taken from her. John stiffen when Virara voice what he was suspecting the wand to be. His head turn to her, eyes locking with her's. He wanted to ask her if she was sure of it but held his tongue until Chachan was able to tell him if it was or not. If he wasn't able to figure out if it was made from an Auri's horn, then he would have to go to Howl, and that meant he would get involve in this. He turn back to Chachan, almost breathing out a sigh of relief on to have his friend trail off. Did what Virara say make him remember something? "Funny story?" He didn't see anything funny with this, not with Defiant's memories in his head, the pain he had felt as if it was his own as that woman saw off Defiant's horn. He tighten his hands into fists just to keep himself from reaching up to stop that remember pain. He swallow against the bile against the back of his throat as he 'dream' those memories from the horn that Aethertide had been sent. "Is it made from an Au Ra's horn?" he ask, in a low voice.

"No, no, I'm not busy, it just..." he trail off before sighing. "Give me a moment." John gentle took the wrap item out of his bag. He look at his friend, hoping that Cha had been around Auri enough that he would perhaps recognize something in the wand, and began to unwrap it. As the first bit of the horn wand was reveal, John's face took on a bit of a sick look, probably cluing the others in that the male miqo'te had a good idea on what the wand was made from. John handed the wand over to Chachan, who would probably find it light, compare to other wands made from horns. If he thinks about try it, tapping would find that the wand his hollow, and there is a scales on the horn as well. "I'm sorry about bringing this into your shop but I really need to know what type of horn it is."

"Yeah, I just need to know what it's made from," he said. "No, it isn't made of metal." he added, moving over to a corner, wishing that it was made of anything then what Protector and Fury was sure it was made of. "Ah, no, um go ahead and work on Lady Jana's Hora. This can wait." He didn't want to put anyone out even if it meant he would have to wait longer. John wish that Kit was out, if only to help his nerves a bit but didn't want to risk the chance of her saying something about the reason he needed to know. He almost jump when another Miqo'te enter the room, slipping in to stand beside him. His hand almost clutch the bag tighter, before forcing himself to relax. He was starting to become paranoid from helping out the Rogue's guild.

John froze in his retreating tracks at Zhara's words. Gods, there was just too many people here and with one of them being Jana, who would ask question, he didn't want to get anymore people involve in this. He did give Virara a slight smile at the Blue Cat name. "A good day to you, Lady Virara," he said, more a slight tease since she dislike him using Lady to her name. His hand tighten on his pack, eyes taking in every shadow as well but no where near the same level as Virara had done. "Cha, I, um, need you to take a look at a wand that a friend of Dad purchase." He step farther in, but didn't remove the wand from the pack yet. If Chachan didn't help him, he would have to go to Howl then and than he would face a lot of questions from his boyfriend. No, his head wasn't fluttering at the thought of seeing Howl again...really, it was his nerves... and shook off the thoughts before he got himself into a knot.

Really, John didn't want to do this but he had no other choice in the matter. He would have ask Howl to check the wand but Howl would have ask questions and even though he told Fury that he wouldn't say anything about the truth on why he needed to know about what the wand was made from, he already knew that he couldn't lie to Howl. He would have spill everything which would have made Howl worried about him and well, even with the gift from Howl, he was still worried that Howl might not come home. Grandfather would have been the next one he would have went to but Judge sense of Justice, the older Auri would have went after the blackmarket merchant for what he possible could be doing. "Hope Protector had better luck with the powder horn." he murmurred to Kit. So now he was here, coming to a friend that he hope wouldn't ask questions if it turn out the wand was made from Auri horn. His hand resting on the pack where he had been carrying the wand, he step into the small smithery, "Cha?" And froze at the sight of the crowd. Oh, this was NOT what he needed. "You're busy...so I'll come back later." he murmur, getting ready to turn and head back out of the place.

Has there been any word on when we can purchase the livestream for the Japanese fanfest?

Finally got around to posting screenshots. Two new ones. Screenshot at the end of and RP done between John and Ruran Vas. Yes, I'm still working on the RP post between us. Taking longer then I hope to get Fighter's Soul and the chat log type up. New RP outfit for John as well as a pet that I go from PoD.

John barely had time to pass the message to Kestlona for Sizha. That they had a lead on information concerning the notes in Micky's book. Then he was riding hard after Sam, heading for Southern Thanalan. "Do you think it might be the one?" "It could just be a random voidsent." Sam said, sending Shooting Star flying pass the Flame guards at the gate. "The fact it was spotted at the same place where Micky 'learn' that spell..." "So, what is the plan?" "The plan is to see if it's still there." Sam said. "Then," he pats the pouch at his side, "we hope that the counter spell that Thomas wrote up actually works." "I will. Dad double check it with all of his other books." John said. "Just have faith in him." "I do but this thing has been trying to pick us off for years once it realize that the spell didn't work the way it was suppose to." Sam bow his head. "Gods, Micky, how could you have throught this was a good idea." "He was just wanting to have us stay together...he didn't think..." but it offer little comfort to John that after Tanya's death the voidsent realize that Micky had been smart to change it to his advantage. Sam was growing more weary as they near the place talk about in Micky's notes.

I would love to join this with John but well, kind of got burn when I join another Healer's linkshell before (was co leader) only to see it die slowly and painfully, with the one that started it leave the game. I finally shut it down myself since it only had 5 people left to it. I hope that yours goes better then The Circle of Healing did.

John yawn as he step into the apartment, seeing that his parents were already in there room, and made his way to his own. He pull the short robe off, remove his hair tie, and sat on his bed to remove his shoes. He sat the shoes off to the side so they could dry proper after being submerge in water for most of the evening. As he finish getting ready for bed, his mind drifted back to the events that unfolded at the Grindstone. "It was strange seeing young Ado again," he mutter to Kit. "Though I wonder why Lady Lily was not there. I do hope that she does become too upset over the kind of language he heard tonight." 'Shouldn't have been by himself.' Kit said, from where she settle on his pillow. "Still," he said, "I'll have to stop by and give Lady Lily a formal apology about the language he probably pick up tonight...or what he saw." Both he and the fairy shutter as they remember the fight that took place with Muscle Mog. "Sir Locke must be having a fit at Thala's table. John crawl into bed, Kit curling up against his neck. "You should get some rest," he says, hand curling protectivly around the fairy's form. 'Howl hurting.' "I know and Warren is too." He had a better idea on what happen after his and Hannah's talk, though he didn't know what the fight had been about. Sei and Hannah could handle Warren but Howl needed him right now. "I'll have to try and find out where he's at." 'What about...' "Don't, Kit." he whisper. "Howl needs a friend right now. My own feelings for him has to take a back seat. He doesn't need a lover, he needs an ear to listen to him, that he can rant at. He let his eyes close, feeling Kit's aether return to the book. "As long as he's happy, I'll be happy for him too. So long as I can be by his side as well." Even if his heart ache from pain when Howl finds that one that will be with him, he would cherish Howl's happiness.