Askier

Yeah so after last night . . . Iron SeaxRotunda Crow Cause of all the aggression.

I hear a Roen pelt sells for several million to the right buyer. . .

. . . :cry:

A big thank you to all who rped last night. Was a fun little random mini event that happened. Lol. Also Iron Sea has volunteered to be the hero team leader. If you wish to get involved, Iron is a master at getting people involved and an awesome Rper. If you wish to be a baddie still, We are always interested. For event the Saturday, will.be at 9 cst at the dry docks La Noscea. Why dry docks? Cause I love that place but never have a reason to there. . . Now I do! Lol. Heroes will meet with Iron at the Gate of the dry docks. Baddies and kidnap victims inside the dock itself. Check in will begin as early.as 8 pm cst and we will try to start as close to 9 as possible. We ask that if Iron, myself, Rotunda or Oubliette asks you do something If or OOC, within reason, you do it, especially when we are organizing groups for fighting. I'm looking forward to this and any questions are welcome.

The wind blew off the ocean, carrying the scent of salt with it. It was cold and bitter as the storm cell it preceded towered like a black obelisk in the sky, darkening the light of the afternoon sun. White capped waves pounded the shore line and the half completed ships of the dry dock groaned as they shifted under the wind's assault. From atop one of the great towers of the dry dock, Atrium sat, her axe resting in her lap as she slowly ran a file over the edge of the blade. Over and over it ran as the miqo'tes mismatched eyes stared intently at the steel. Last night the Crow's had taken their first sacrifice, a Rhaq. It had been rough but they had brought her to Limsa. There Atrium and Oubliette had reunited with Rotunda. The file screetched. Rotunda, a reborn Crow just like Atrium, neither alive nor dead and composed of two souls. Atrium was recalling memories of one of her two past lives and to one of them Rotunda's face had been important. And he hadn't been called Rotunda back then. Adin. Atrium bit her lower lip. Who exactly Admin was was still slowly a fog but the shape was there. There had been devout servitude. A servant. A tool. Just like Atrium was now, again, just a tool. But that's not what Oubliette and Misha kept saying. Misha. Atrium scowled. Misha was working along side her enemies. Mishap had summoned them last night. Atrium should have killed her. Let Rotunda's blade do the trick. But Atrium hadn't. Atrium had even gone as far as to preserve Misha's well being. Oibliette was affecting Atrium. Atrium.was forced to accept that. Once Atrium.would have sliced Misha's head off without a second thought. But Oubliette and his incesent joking and his words that almost were kind. . . "Those two are making me weak!" Atrium growled as she began frantically sharpening her axe, as if she was sharpening herself too. She began muttering religious phrases and praising Nald'thal and asking for strength. Atrium's heart hardened and she glance up as thunder roared. That Roe called Iron Sea. He was a problem. He seemed to be spearheading the efforts to stop the Crows and the cult they served. Atrium.wouldn't permit that. Last night Iron Sea had nearly freed Rhaq and once again was being a problem.as he and his allies forced the Crows to retreat. He knew to much. Once the other sacrifices were collected, Atrium would deal with him. The miqo'te rose to her feet and spoke. " I am Atrium Crow. I am a blade in the shadows. Nal'thal's harvester. I am his too-". Atrium paused as she nearly finished the word. Was she just a tool? An emotionless thing only needed for killing? Both Oubliette and Misha claimed otherwise. And Oubliette was a fellow Crow. Could he be right? Atrium shook her head and growling at her questioning her faith and purpose. "I am Nald'thal's. . . .servant. And I will see the twin god's will done." Atrium heard more thunder and let herself turn to smoke and blow away on the wind.

I just want to see you smile. The elezen Crow had said. Atrium snarled as red liquid ran down the Crow's face. The sword in her hand hacked wildly and furiously at something but Atrium was disconnected as thoughts consumed the mind. Why does the Tall One care if I smile or not? Atrium thought. We are tools. Instruments of death. We were reborn to be nothing more than Nald'thal's impliments. Tools have no need for emotion or smiles. We. . . Atrium's sword cut through the air and stuck fast into something with a wet, squishing noise. Atrium flashed white fangs as the miqo'te's mismatched eyes spotted an axe on the ground. Atrium seized the weapon and resumed the wild hacking. Last night had been complex. First Atrium had been forced to adjust to the new body that now housed Atrium's will. Then Atrium had been sent to acquire the services of a black image named Laforet for the upcoming ritual. That had been the only part of the night that had been as it should be. Laforet agreed. Atrium should have left those falls but then the woman, Misha, had started up conversation. That had been pleasent enough, likable almost. And then Oubliette, the tall elezen, had arrived and the heckling, the joking, the. . .incessant showmanship and flirting, all of it had begun. It had all been aimed at Atrium, as always. Misha had enjoyed seeing Atrium squirm. The miqo'te had resisted. Atrium didn't have time for childish games. Only killing. Only serving. But Misha and Oubliette had made Atrium enjoy the time somehow. Atrium felt so guilty and uneasy about that feeling. And then, after Misha had left. . .Atrium had poked Oubliette's nose. Atrium growled and slammed the axe down, something exploding in a shower of red. "How dare he play with my mind! Atrium screamed. " We are tools of Nald'thal. We should only focus on serving the true god!" "Than in Nald'thal's name, mercy!" a voice screamed. Atrium blinked as the axe hung in the air. Atrium looked down at the cowering male hyur as he looked up at Atrium's blood soaked axe. Atrium looked around and blinked. Blood was everywhere. Four chocobos and nearly a dozen humanoid forms lay dead. The wagons were painted a sickly red and atrium realized for the first time that there was a spear protruding from her torso. Atrium looked at the man as he stared at her in fear. "What are you?" the man whimpered. "What do I look like?" Atrium asked, the axe still in the air. "A blood drenched monster!" the hyur said quickly. "Then why would you think I would show mercy?". Atrium said flatly. "Because you invoke Nald'thal's name. . .and you are a woman." Atrium raised an eyebrow. "Why should the gender of this pile of ash I currently inhabit matter? You are blessed this day, for you shall see Thald'thal's domain." "No!" The hyur scream as Atrium brought the axe down and sent the man's head and body in two different directions. Atrium rose and shoulders the blood soaked axe. Her black armor was almost entirely red. Atrium looked at the spear in her chest and then around again. Why had Atrium done this? Atrium couldn't recall. But it didn't matter. Nald'thal was many souls richer and soon Nald'thal would bless the mortal plane and bring all to the true god's realm. Atrium paused and looked up. "Wonder if I'll smile when that happens." Atrium exploded into a cloud of black smoke and blew away on the wind.

Crow shipping...its freakin' happening....*le Sigh* Edit: "I'm your....moon banana? I had to have misheard...." (Note: she did.......) http://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/images/thumb/9/93/Ffxiv_09182014_012643.png/800px-Ffxiv_09182014_012643.png[/img]

Hello all! Thank you to all who attended my first event. Event number two is Saturday but I need some volunteers. I need 3 more lovely ladies to act as "sacrifices" , don't worry you won't actually die or anything like that. Basically you will be playing the damsel in distress that the heroes have to rescue just moments before your eternal soul is ripped from your body and turned into fuel for a dark resurrection spell. How's that for a first date setting? Lol. If you are interested in participating, please pm me about it. Be glad to have you. I'll be posting more about event two and posting a way for all those coming to sign up so we can help eliminate ooc issues this time. Edit: Women do not need to be virgins! lol

Smoke. Swirling billowing smoke. Black and oily and stinking of the foul odor of charred flesh and hair. Memories whirled through the shrouded darkness. Scenes of life as the twin souls joined by bonds beyond their understanding meshed them into one. Scenes of a family. Children. A farm. Laughing. Blood. Slight throat. The smoke whirled, shifted. A bridge. A couple holding a gun blade and looking into black eyes. They pulled the trigger together. The bullet tore into the brain. Smoke twirled and parted. More memories. The two souls fought to remain seperate but were becoming one. Which of them had had the family in life? Which had been shot? Did it matter anymore? They were Atrium Crow and they were one. And then there was the tearing. The rending. Both souls ripped apart. The magic painful. And then a new soul joined one of the old. A new. The two souls meshed in moments. Joined more intimately than the first set. The gunblade on the bridge fired, tearing a hole. Smoke filled the brain and memories of another life. Of sensuality, cruelty and pious religious fury mixed with self hatred. The bindings sealed the two souls together and Atrium Crow screamed as eyes opened. The Crow looked around. Atrium lay upon a raised platform. The platform was made of onxy and covered in golden paint that formed the shape of runes. Five black robed figures stood around. The tallest of these removed his hood, revealing himself the be The Voice of Nald'thal. "Praise the True God, Atrium. He has permitted you to serve still." Atrium bowed but felt off. Something was wrong. The body that was called Atrium Crow was different. And part of the Crow's mind was no longer the same. Sudden memories came back and Atrium lifted their head. "This Crow. . ." Atrium went still. The voice that spoke was not the one Atrium had been accustomed to. It was. . . "The body you had possesed was damaged beyond repair. A new vessel was needed. Alas, your binding was broken out of necessity. You will find your new body was not willing to part with its soul so we had to reconfigure you with another soul. The body you inhabit was fresh. One of our most devout acolysts. You may even have feeling in it this time." "This one is blessed to serve still." Atrium replied, the voice they spoke with still alien to the Crow. "And serve you shall Atrium." The Voice replied kindly as he pulled out a pipe and used a speck of magical.fire to ignite it. The sweet smell of tabacco filled the air as the Voice waved a hand and the other robed figures began to dispearse. "We have Much to do and so very little time. My house is burned, several targets live and are learning of us, and we have but a page out of an entire book we need to reawaken our true god." The Voice blew a smoke ring. "Nald'thal wishes you to find and abduct five women to make souls stones." "Virgin women?" Atrium asked coyly, almost seductively. Where had that tone come from? Atrium was associating to much with those lusty Crows Atrium so despised. The Voice raised an eyebrow as he examined the nude form of the Crow before. "No. And before I begin a rant about how stupid that stereotype is, I simply need women for they are the giver of life and birth. They contain special aetherflows for this maricale of Nald'thal. We need soul stones infused with this gift. "Do you have five females in mind?" Atrium asked, looking down to examine the body giving the twin souls for the first timr. Atrium went still and then jerked the head up. "I do, Atrium." The Voice explained calmly. "Dress yourself and once you have, we shall speak further."

As someone that has killed off 4 characters so far, death is certainly.a powerful tool and one that can really make a lasting impression on people. Jin'li's story and arc would not have had the same impact if he had lived. So, from that angle I can understand. You have rped yourself into situation and want to be realistic about it. I respect that. BUT . . . Don't do it till you are sure you won't regret it. Even as 'evil' as Jin'li was, it was hard for me to let him die. Even though he basically shoved a gun into Kanaria's hands and said shoot me, it was hard. He was my.character but I -knew- I was okay with him dying. I mean Askier, honestly, should have died at least twice. But I wasn't willing to let him go. I just wasn't, so I made him suffer for his actions in others ways. He has PTSD and is missing an arm but he is still alive. So if you feel you aren't ready to kill off there are other options you can explore that can be very reasonable repricussions for Kiht's actions other than death. Just my 2 Gil.

Hey Jana and Lilith, I would be happy to have some rp's with you two to get you drawn in. I'm sorry it has taken so long. Unfortunately my work schedule has been crazy hectic with some reorganization going on and I haven't been able to devote nearly as much to this event as my last ones cause of it and for that I am sorry. ( I just got done with a 63 hour work week ) I logged off almost right after event due to RL things and wasn't able to have Askier swing by. I'll be on later today and will poke you both with a tell and try to help catch you up to speed IC and make sure you are both ready and set for next event.

I have to give Mister Alexie Volkov soooo many kudos for helping me last night. I ended be nearly an hour and a half late getting off work (brings my work week to 63 hours lol) and was late to my own event. Alexei held the fort and got everything set up and managed to run the event with almost no prior knowledge about stuff. I have to say so many thank you'ds. Alexei you are an awesome Rper and individual and its been a pleasure getting yo know you. Thank you so much!

So um gonna be late to own event. Work insane. Alexie/ oibliette will be organizing baddies so if you wish to join that side please seek him out. Will still be starting at 9. I'm terribly sorry for any confussion this creates. -.- will be on when I can be.

I forgot to do this last night. Work kicking my but this week. Can anyone post the combat rules from.my.last event to this one please? Pretty please? So people can see them. Pweeeze? :3

Hey all! Sorry haven't been posting as much on this topic. Been getting overwhelemed with work past two weeks and studying as well. Okay tommorow is big day and at this time WE NEED BADDIES! . . . Like always lol. If you would like to participate tommorow as a cultist or zombie npc feel free to do so. Plan is this: Heroes will meet up outside the thaumaturge's guild by the fountain All baddies will meet inside thaumaturge's guild. The time to meet? I'd like everyone with their teams by 9 pm CST. From there I'll give the go ahead and we shall move teams forward. Heroes confront baddies, rp dialogue happens and then the fighting starts. For combat we will be making parties and all com ate will occurred in your party chat. This way we don't gum up the /say chat and you can focus on your specific fight. I'll paste combat rules from my last event tonight when home after my.shift. Is very likely heroes will out number baddies so no more than 3 heroes to everyone baddy. If we have more heroes than baddies to make that ratio work. . . Well let's get some zombie npcs and no worries! After fighting event will be over. Please note, at anytime baddies can up and flee if they feel they must cause they are losing but they have an IC ability to do so. Anyhow I hope everyone has lots of fun tommorow and if you have questions post away.

Gosh, I started thinking about my characters that are still alive ( I've killed 4 others off already) and realized. . . They all have a long list of people who would want to. Askier: pretty Much anyone would be a viable person between his terrorist plot and his gruff personality. Lol. The most likely option though is Delial Grimsong and her knife. They have made up but Askier is responsible indirectly for the death of her lover and he beat her bloody several times. Second option is former best friend turned enemy Grieving Hound who said she wouldn't mind. The best twist would be Osric or Kahn'a though if they both thought he was going (more) insane or was defecting back to the Empire. But we all know who will really kill him: a bomb he is building when he accidentally crosses the wrong wires. Jin'to: considering he is Jin'li's older brother, yeah he's got a lot of revenge aimed his way. Kiht learning about him and hunting him down or Natalie betraying him for an easy promotion seem most likely lol

Bilbo Baggins was a burglar. He stole stole things. He was a hero. Robin Hood. Stole things. Prince of Thieves. Was a hero. I could keep going but I find this silly. Thieves can be heroes. It should be thief because its Final Fantasy. I dont get how this is a problem. Thieves arent okay but ninjas that sneak into houses and murder innocent people are somehow heroic. . . Did I miss something here? Besides when I hear rogue all I think is World of Warcraft . . .

Jin'to quietly slipped out of the workshop inside Red Wings HQ. The priest had come to meet his newly revealed half-brother, this Mergrey. Instead he had met this Mergrey's fiancee, least she claimed to be such. She had been pleasent enough, but was not whom Jin'to had wanted to speak with. The blonde miqo'te's ears twitched as he heard voices down the hall. The male slipped out and was out the front door like a phantom. He stepped out into the evening, harsh winds tugging at his coat. The smell of rain was in the air and the rumbles of thunder were loud. The priest cast his eyes over the green lawn, reflecting once again in his mind how his little brother, Jin'li Epinoch, was nothing more than ash fertilizing this ground. Jin'to scowled as he pulled a book from his coat. The tome was nearly a foot long and two inches thick with parchment. The blond miqo'te opened the book and lazily flipped through pages. Scribbled in the Garlean language were numerous names. Some had lines through them, others scribbles, and still others were untouched. Jin'to came to the middle of the book, to a page half filled with names that were untouched my scribbles or lines. The golden eyes of Jin'to read the newly written names: Kahn'a Alexei Volkov Natalie Franz Iron Sea Osric Melkire Osric Melkire's fiancee Mergrey Jin'to paused and reached into a pocket, producing a self supplying quill made of metal and bone with a small reseviour of ink on one end. Jin'to pressed the point of the quill to the page and scribbled one more name. Ashwynn Jin'to then returned the pen to his pocket and closed the book. He slipped the tome into his coat before he began walking as rain began to splatter on the streets of the Goblet.

For 5000 Gil I'll group with 2 ninjas and run them through dungeons. Hello cash flow! Lol You heal, I'll tank. Split the proceeds. 60-40 cause my idea.

For 5000 Gil I'll group with 2 ninjas and run them through dungeons. Hello cash flow! Lol

*Runs in Terror*

Hey Askier loves awkward/explosive situations! Lol. I'll definatly set up another time with you to stop on by. Sanja definatly has him pegged lol.

He is Kanaria, he just can't come to the keyboard cause we lost the keys to the fuzzy handcuffs in Red Wing HQ last night

I'd say there was an accuracy stat requirement . . . But this is the shipping thread. . . Its all a bunch of random shots in the dark! *ba dum tch* . . . I'll show myself out.

I recommend ponchos and respirators... because it's going to smell. *In Bane Voice* My, my, Lady Crofte. Such implications. That isn't very -kind- of you.