Askier

http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/images/thumb/0/0a/Ffxiv_06292014_223046.png/800px-Ffxiv_06292014_223046.png[/img] Askier throws the best parties for his friends...the fact that these parties always end in bloodshed is entirely coincidence....

Mx0xCI1jaUM Askier would play the cello. Why? Hmm, cause it's range: splendid, its tone: persuasive, its look: flawless...plus he would look hot as hell playing it. LOL.

Osric! I'm offended! Do you really think me so shallow that having new clothes will cure my mental anguish? I'll have you know. . . Wait.. Those shoes.. They're Otto Vann's New Summer collection? :bouncy: ...oh yeah...I -am- shallow. Lol. Good to meet you sir, I hope I get a chance to run into you IC. Your character sounds like a real unique fingure.

"When Master Jameson promised me chaos by using Brass Blades, I had no idea he would be so very thorough." Jin'li marvelled as he starred at Ul'dah with his black eyes. His master's spies, no -his- spies, had learned much and piece by piece, Jin'li had discovered the truth of Roen, Askier and the massive schisms dividing Ul'dah now thanks to the actions of the Crimson Mountain and Natalie Mcbeef. The whole city seemed about to fall off a cliff into anarchy. And Jin'li was ready to push it there. "The chaos shall be so easy and ssweet, kind master Rema. Ul'dah shall bow, break, and be rebuilt by the Empire, by our hand, by my hands." Jin'li turned to the short figure at his side. The black eyes looked down at the figure whom had once wore Askier's, but now wore their own face once more. "Doctor, how long until the changes my black mage researched can be added to Blue Blood Strand 2?" "They have already been added. Soon there shall be enough." The Doctor answered in their own voice, the robe hidding the short figure's features. "You honor us by your hard work doctor. Do you have the ability to change back into Askier should we need?" "I do, though I will have two arms, while the true A skier now has but one." "We shall handle that should the need arise, Master Rema says." Jin'li turned back to Ul'dah and bowed to the city. "Forgive me, Jewel of the Desert, but I am about to make you bleed. And it shall be a glorious nightmare made real."

http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/images/thumb/5/5c/Ffxiv_06272014_225646.png/800px-Ffxiv_06272014_225646.png[/img] You heard the man, Osric...Now kiss...

EEEEEPPPPP Kanaria's is puuurrrrrty..... Get it? Purrrr...like a cat... I'm gonna shut up meow.... Hehe..meow...it's like... I need to stop...

"No, Crim!" Askier screamed, the Roe with the flaying knife in his hand. Askier's tail, the pain, the peeling flesh. "Please no, stop! I'm begging you! No!" Askier jerked up, cold sweat running down his face, his eyes flung open wide, the flicker from a nearly spent candle reflecting in the golden orbs. Askier grabbed the sheets around him, clung to them, and wrapped them around him as he gazed around in terror. There was no Crim, no ship, no flaying knife. Only a simple inn room with a bed, a desk, and a candle. The Garlean pulled his knees to his chest, hugging them with his one arm and he let out a pained groan. It hadn't been a nightmare, it had been a memory. It had actually happened, and in the depths of sleep the memory had forced itself upon Askier, made him remember... Askier swung his tail around and placed it in his lap. The tail was hairless currently and covered in pale, fresh skin. Skin Kanaria had replaced through long, drawn out healing. She had regrown so much skin, re-attached Askier's pulled teeth, mended bones. And yet Askier's entire body still hurt, afraid to take a deep breath least this all be a dream and he be back on the boat with Crim. "Crim..." Askier moaned. The Roe was gone, forever, physically. But the foul monster was trapped inside Askier's head, trapped on Askier's body with every tattoo the Roe had inked into his flesh, with the metal in Askier's tongue, with every scar upon his body. The Roe would haunt Askier for the rest of his life. The Garlean shuddered and felt his breaths quicken and tried to calm himself. He felt more flashbacks coming. "No, no, no." Askier sobbed, trying to get his mind off the coming tsunami of tortured memories. Askier tried to think about those whom loved him. His sister, Osric, Kahn'a, Kanaria, Hound, Drumstick, Lei. Think about his work that Kahn'a was going to give him, about how he was safe, how those whom loved him had come for him. It didn't work. The wave of terror slammed into Askier and he started screaming and sobbing as he hugged himself. The Garlean screamed for a long time, and the innkeeper who came to his door to see what the fuss was about, did not enter and disturb the miqo'te. No one with a heart could hear that amount of anguish and not feel pity for the broken Garlean.

While I didn't Fantasia Askier or Jin'li I have been using it as part of the Jin'li plot that has been occurring. In it, there is a character called "The Doctor" who fantasied himself to look like Askier to set him up. While its not as altering as yours, I do feel fantasia has a ton of potential for plot purposes, especially if people are trying to run a cloak and dagger style rp. So overall I have no problem with the potions being used for rp, catch is not to have it over used though. Least in my mind, I pictured fantasia extremely complex and rather rare potions. Granted based on the forums my view maybe a minority with all the transformations going on but. . . Lol

The Askier system of handing out the commendations Did the dps do a good job? If yes, they get it cause I like to spread the love to fellow dps since they get them so rarely. If they didn't. . . Did the healer rock it? If yes, they get it cause I normally heal in my other mmos (FF14 is the first I haven't)and have nothing but respect for the position but since they get commendations more often than dps, I save them for my second choice. If the healer didn't rock. . . Fine Ill give it to the tank if they did good since they normally get the commendations. Whole party suck and we somehow finished the dungeon?II'll give it to the healer for the suffering. And that is the Askier method of commendations.

So much to love about this patch, I don't know where to begin....want it all! Though battleground...really excited for that.

The hyur refugee was walking up the road towards Ul'dah, sweat still running down his brow, despite the late early night's cool wind. He had been working all day and would be doing the same tomorrow. And the day after. And the next. The man sighed. Life outside the walls of Ul'dah was harsh, but inside the refugee camp it almost seemed harsher. Many of his friends were dying due to a disease that left them shrieking and foaming at the mouth. The infected numbers came and went, sometimes no one died a day, other days there might be as many as twenty. And there was no warning, no symptoms, not until it was to late. The hyur refugee was saving his gil to move himself and his family away, maybe of Limsa, where he might work as a fisher. Ul'dah was the city of lies and false promises. And now death. The hyur refugee was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he did not notice the two men in black robes that suddenly moved out from large rocks behind him and rushed him, seizing him and shoving a cloth smelling of a sweet liquid to his face. Chloroform. The man struggled but the two men in black were strong and they spoke to one another as the refugee began to drift into sleep. "How many is that?" the first asked. "Makes nine refugees and three thaumaturges." answered the second. "Think that should be enough?" replied the first as the refugee went limp. "For tonight." The second said as he slung the sleeping man onto his shoulder and began hurrying away, casting looks around to make sure they had not been seen. "How many does the black mage of Jin'li's need and what the hells for?" the first muttered. "As many as it takes to get the job done. As for why, it's a black mage, do you really want to know why he would need living beings?"

((Please note, this post regards the aftermath of torture suffered by Askier as part of a present arc. I have kept the specifics of what happened vague and only described the results, but I wanted to warn anyone whom might be uncomfortable with such a theme so they could avoid the following contents.)) Pain. That was the all-consuming thought present inside the mind of the miqo’te. His long, brown hair was now oily and wet with the spray of the sea. And blood. The miqo’te’s left eye was swollen shut, a bleeding bruise encasing the optic while his right eye could barely open, revealing a sliver of gold as the dilated pupil stared out into the dark room, seeing the trails of liquid that pooled around his naked frame. Red liquid. The miqo’te’s blood. The ruined mess of a miqo’te lay with his back pressed against the hard floor, his head dangling awkwardly as the stocks held his neck and remaining hand within their tight embrace, dried blood covering the dark, wooden surface. The chains of his shackles clanked as the ship listed to and fro at the sea’s desire, the blood covered tools of torture screeching against wood as they slid back and forth across the wooden deck. And all the while, the sound of a strong wind moaned through small slips in the wood. Deep gashes and countless bruises crossed, and connected over the ashen flesh of the miqo’te’s body, dried and wet blood both running in rivulets alongside one another, forming waving lines, as if they were rivers upon a map. The miqo’te’s tail was still connected to the base of his spine and was wrapped around his left thigh, blood dried on the fur, several of the vertebra snapped in twain from when the monster had tried to rip it off. The tail remained attached though, the muscles so cramped that he could not have unwrapped the tail even if he wanted too. Though the miqo'te's suffering had increased after refusing to let the tail be torn off without a struggle. The air was filled with the sounds of the rolling ocean and the agonized gasps that escaped the miqo’te’s ruined lips as the lungs tried to suck in air without expanding or contracting so they would not shift the muscle around them and disturb the cracked ribs. The miqo’te seemed more dead than alive as his chest barely rose over and over for hours on end, limbs bruised and broken. Never stirring. Only inside the miqo’te’s mind, in some deep recess, shielded from the pain and agony of the body, was there a part of Askier left. A tiny, little portion that clung desperately to what made Askier, Askier. Already parts of his ego had been beaten and tortured out of him. His arrogance, his haughty attitude, his sly wit. Those had been broken first. His pride and confidence had failed next. The parts of his personality that remained were few, but they were strong. His intelligence remained, his hatred too, he had re-discovered his restraint, and strengthened his persistence. They weren’t much, just splintered fractions of what had once been a whole person, but they were what kept him going and they were safe. While nearly every part of his personality was deteriorating, drowning in pain and misery, the parts that endured were sheltered by his promise to Roen. The promise he had made to her during their brief conversation before Crim had tortured him over and over to this stare, broken his flesh and mind. He had promised not to die and leave Roen alone with the monster. And what little remained of Askier's conscious had no intention of breaking that promise.

Hey, can I help it that I make looking so good in a coat seem so easy? 8-) Also, Delial...you said the coat in the desert was stupid...WHO'S LAUGHING MEOW!!!!!!! lol

http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/images/thumb/1/10/Ffxiv_06242014_122257.png/800px-Ffxiv_06242014_122257.png[/img] We didn't start the fire.....it was always burning...since the world's been turnin'.....

((Based on an rp with Kraz'a and Bartolomeo (the Sultansworn in this post) Jin’li watched from the shadows, the shaded alley allowing him a clear line of sight to the “Doctor” as the “Doctor” carried a barrel towards a merchant’s stand, the Ul'dah street sparsley populated in the late night hours. Jin’li’s face was blank and expressionless as his dark tongue ran over his dry lips. The onyx black eyes analyzed the street, trying to see if there was anyone whom would recognize the face the “Doctor” wore. There was. Kraz’a Axrial. Jin’li had only seen the red-haired miqo’te without his helmet once, but that was enough. Kraz’a was seated on a bench, idly watching. This was perfect. Jin’li watched as the “Doctor” placed the barrel down, spun on his heel and made a quick, Imperial salute, shouting in voice that was almost Askier’s, his fantasied face identical to Askier’s: “For the Empire.” The “Doctor” pulled a metal wire and turn and ran as fast as he could. Jin’li’s soulless eyes swivled to Kraz’a, noting the fact that the miqo’te had recognized the face the “Doctor” wore and was throwing himself behind the bench. Jin’li also noted a taller hyur, clad in the armor of a Sultansworn, watching the “Doctor”, starting to follow. Jin’li did not know whom the man was but intended to find out. The explosion was loud and threw smoke and shrapnel into the air, the sounds of agonized and terrified screams following in the blast's wake. Jin’li watched at Kraz’a rose and fled from the scene, the red-haired miqo’te’s eyes wide in furry and shock. The Sultansworn hyur tried to chase after the“Doctor” but the crowd of panicked civilians impeded the hyur’s progress. Jin’li turned, his face still blank as he walked down the alley, his body wrapped in a black coat. The miqo’te had not gotten far before his left ear flicked, the linkpearl that rested within transmitting a voice into his head. “Jin’li, I have news to report.” Jin’li strolled casually past a fountain, his eyes surveying the faces he passed. Few people in this city knew he existed, let alone what we might look like, but those who did know where worth being wary of. “I would be honored to hear your report so that I might pass it along to my masters.” The white-haired miqo’te replied flatly. “We have some interesting news on what has happened to the real Askier.” Jin’li continued to walk, unfazed as the voice in his ear informed Jin’li of what had been learned. Once Jin’li’s informant had finished, the white-haired slave replied: “I shall inform my masters. You have done well.” Jin’li removed the linkpearl and suddenly his right ear began to twitch wildly. “Master Adin, I shall handle it.” Jin’li said. You shall do so now, Jin’li.” The voice was Adin’s, angry and full of emotion, it’s tone causing Jin’li’s ear to spasm with each syllable, even though there was no linkpearl in Jin’li’s ear, and no voice had spoken around him. “This city shall suffer soon enough.” Jin’li replied, speaking to the voice in his head. See that it is done Jin’li quickly, Jin’li. Everyday this city continues to stand is an affront to me. “This humble slave shall accomplish it when and how this slave sees fit.” Jin’li replied, a hint of defiance slipping into his tone. “I shall not be rushed in exacting our revenge. You had your chance and failed, Master Adin. This time, things shall be done according to what is best for this, humble slave.” You use that tone against me, Jin’li? I, who made you, I who- “You gave me new life, it was master Rema who made me as whole as I could be. I serve you botha nd she wishes conquest, not destruction, so I shall obey you both. Destroy those who defied you, conquer the city for Lady Rema. Both shall be done as I see fit, for I am the hands now. Should the words of this humble slave displease you, you may punish me when I come to serve you in the beyond.” Jin’li, your defiance- Jin’li pulled out a needle and pierced his right ear with it, letting the metal glint in the sun. The voice of his dead master died as the pointed needle skewered the tender flesh. Jin’li gave a small sigh and permitted himself a smile for the briefest of moments. He had silenced his master, spoken out against him, defied him, shown that he was his master’s equal again. Jin’li was pleased by this,and, although he was not entirely aware of the truth, was beginning to develop, for the first time in his life, an ego and a sense of self awareness that went beyond simple servitude. The power Jin’li had, over the spies, over his masters, even over the Empire with his lies of Lady Rema’s continued existence in the world of the living was changing him and, although Jin’li’s conscious mind still had yet to grasp it, he was enjoying it immensely. “Now then,” Jin’li said, his face a blank mask once more, his voice monotone as he stepped out into the Ruby Exchange. “To whom shall I be rude and surprise with a visit?”

Had to add this, kudos to Roen for the awesome recap of an rp we did in her "Secong Hand Faith" posts. She took the log of our event and turned them into basically a short novel. I re-read them and immensely enjoyed the way she restructured everything to make it such an enjoyable read. Thank you for taking the time to do that Roen. Ps Thank you for fixing my spelling errors.... Lol.

...officially on my sh!t list. Please. Mister Kiryuu. Tear down this wall picture. Even without the mask, all I see is chin and beard lol

At some point, Jin'li is going to need to recruit all six of you for the next event. =D

Kudos for Alexie Volkov and his player for being one of the most ominous characters I've encountered. Alexie uses very short sentences when speaking IC but each one is well written and powerful. It's impressive how much he conveys through such direct speech patterns, which are always in a Russian accent which makes it more enjoyable to read.

“Doctor, will you pardon my intrusion?” Jin’li said politely as he entered a large room, full of dripping beakers, barrels, and boxes. The “Doctor” turned and fixed the small figure with his golden eyes, noting that the muscles in Jin’li’s neck were thicker. “Jin’li, it is never an intrusion.” The “Doctor” bowed. “How may help you?” “Master Adin wishes to know how much Blue Blood Strand One you have and how quickly your could make some more needle explosives.” Jin’li said flatly, his eyes emotionless as they looked around the room.’ The “Doctor” grunted in surprise at the request. “Well, we have plenty and could have more than forty such devices ready in a few days,” the “Doctor”answered honestly. “But I thought the explosives were meant for later in the operation.” “The masters have made a change of plans, my good Doctor.They apologize if this inconveniences you.” Jin’li replied, fixing his soulless, black eyes on the “Doctor” and his golden eyes. Eyes that belonged to Askier. “Askier is currently missing and the city is full with rumors as to where he has gone. My masters deem this to be the perfect time for you to shed that mask you wear, reveal your fantasied face, and set off a few explosives to sow panic and confusion.” The “Doctor” was silent for a long time, his lips pressed firmly into a thin line behind his mask. This was an unpleasant update, and would impact his research. “How many explosives?” the “Doctor” chimed back at last. “Just one or two.” Jin’li answered and the “Doctor” relaxed. “The main point is that someone sees the face you honored my masters by volunteering to wear instead of your own. We will let the rumor mongers do the rest.” “Shall I set this off as soon as it is ready?” the “Doctor” inquired. “My masters would be most pleased if you did.” Jin’li bowed, his face a blank mask. *** Askier awoke in pain as his eyes jerked open, their golden hues glinting in the dim light that filtered through the small gap around the door to the room he found himself in. Askier gasped as the ribs in his left side popped as he tried to move, at least a few badly bruised. Askier started to panic. He went to heft himself up with his left arm... and then feel back, screaming as his bruised ribs struck the wooded floor. He had no left arm! Askier's right hand frantically clutched for his left arm, his mind not realizing why he could not feel anything till his hand seized his shoulder and the stump there. Askier's golden eyes went wide as everything came back to him in a rush of memory. The kidnapping. Meeting Natalie Mcbeef, agreeing to help her to earn Roen a pardon for her being Garlean just like him. Hiring Saravena, then hiring Crim, the mistake, Roen running into Askier and Crim, their improvised kidnapping, Askier hitting Roen over the head with a shovel, Crim tying her up. Things seemed okay. Their flight to Coerthas, the hut. Askier getting books and food and whiskey to make it easy on Roen. Crim snapping, torturing the poor woman, Askier uncomfortable, looking away but not stopping Crim. Askier heading to Ul'dah via the crystal in Dragonhead to try to find Nat, failing, using the crystal to teleport back before dawn. The time Askier had tried to make peace with Roen, set things right, help her brother, Crim snapping, hurting Roen, Askier snapping, throwing the bottle at Crim's face. The Roe and miqo'te snarling, former friends now enemies. Askier leaping out the window, Crim stepping out front door, holding Roen with a sword to her throat swearing to kill her if Askier didn't surrender. Askier throwing one linkpearl from his one ear, sending Drumstick as a message south. Askier pulling the pin on his grenade, blowing off his arm, a distraction to keep Crim having to hurry, from thinking properly, from noticing Askier's deception. "Linkpearl..." Askier moaned, his voice pained as he slid slightly, the smell of salt filling his nostrils as the room listed with the sounds of the waves. "A boat." Askier grunted, recognizing the sensation, the smell. "A boat just like Crim wanted. Burn in the hells, Crim." Askier cursed as he tried to move his one good arm, but a wave of exhaustion rolled over him and he slipped back into sleep.

Osric, I'm going to add "Grammarfailitis" to Jin'li's list of infectious disease. =p Though, I don't know which is more embarrassing... the fact Osric spilled the secret or the fact that my university diploma hanging on the wall claims I have a degree in English Linguistics >.< Either way though, we find great amusment in it. :roll: It's true though. The amount of misspelled words and missing punctuation produced by the tips of my fingers -can- border on the ludicrous, but, personally, misspelling has never been a huge deal breaker for me when it comes to rp and posting in-game. I mean, if it did bother me, I would be a raging hypocrite. And two, I understand that some people, myself counted amongst them, often get overly eager to post a reply quickly to not keep people waiting and type faster than they should. Full confession, this is why I make so many errors while posting, but can write a book without them. Lol. Only time typos are an issue is when the wrong message is conveyed and a correction is needed to get the original point across. Otherwise, if I see a spelling error in another player's post, I say nothing. As an aside, typos can often be hilarious. ...AM I NOT MERCILESS?! STOP. IT. !!! Osric, you had best stop before Jin'li has to get all kind on your masked self

Previous event was more of a weekly thing that eventually grew into something more dynamic, as several of us would kick sideplots along between events. That eventually came to influence the weekly meetings themselves. If I've read through this thread right, Askier's looking to shift focus away from those weekly meetings and give people the freedom to have more of an impact on the plot, how it develops, and how it resolves.* So, all that considered, you'll likely miss one weekly meeting at most, and whatever roleplay that people get up to amongst themselves in the interim. I doubt you'll fall behind much, to be honest, and this early on there's always room and time for folks to hop in and not feel out of place. :thumbsup: * - Some examples from the last event, A Wind-Swept Saga: 1. I... may have personally stacked the deck for the heroes between Weeks 3 and 4, having run around recruiting whoever I could for the purpose. Ended up turning one spy into a hero, dragging a certain Lalafell Sultansworn into it, meeting with Askier under a truce, arranging for a rescue operation, etc. 2. Behind the scenes, Askier's NPC sister Saravena was slated to die during the events of Week 4. Zachary Evans surprised everyone; when the Miqo'te girl was thrown off a cliff into the ceruleum below, he asked me in /tells if he could jump in and try to save her, and if he had any chance of doing so. Surprised the hell out of me, but I figured it was both in-character and an interesting twist, so we agreed that he'd flip a coin. He called it correctly, saved the girl, and ended up impacting each and every remaining aspect of the plot by doing so. As a result, we have Askier amongst the living, a Saravena PC, and a second event (the premise of which turned out to be VERY dependent on whether Askier lived or died). 3. The outcome of Week 5, a.k.a. the trial, may have seemed railroaded/rigged from the outside looking in, but there were IC interactions and plotting and execution that went into faking Askier's death, which, again, was precipated by Zachary saving Saravena. We ran into some really tense moments (Itar's speech, Barbarccia's insistence that the shot Askier not be moved, Selphy coming with us as we did move him, S'honji 's and Bartolomeo's pursuing of Kahn'a, etc.) that could not have happened without the participants and their freedom of movement. Osric pretty much hit the nail head with this. I learned -alot- from my last event, and one of the most important things was to let the rp happen organically and run with it. The longer the event went, the less scripted it became and, honestly, was more interesting and fun that way. During the time between event 4 and event 5, Askier literally did not move from his cell and just planned how to fake his death, and yet tons of things happened without my influence. I sat back, and watched and learned, via ooc, how many crazy side plots and conversations were going on. It was a really cool experience knowing I had started something that I no longer needed to push along and loads of people sent me tells letting me know that, while they had never met Askier IC, they had become involved via the plot to one degree or another through other players and were enjoying it. My goal for this event is to have more of that, more people involved and interacting with one another without me having to hop on Jin'li all the time. This way people don't have to wait around for something related to the plot to happen and that the events of the plot can be drastically changed if something rped. Plus it became less intensive for me to balance everything like I had needed to do for the first parts of my last event. I should have a set outline posted for event soon. I've been a little busy with some test preparation and Askier is currently involved in an rp arc that I need to have concluded so he can be useful for this plot. It might have been done sooner but, well, "I blame Askier." >.< Don't worry, there is going to be so much going on you'll be wanting a chance to breath. lol Hope you are!

"Invading personal space", eh? Is that what you kids are calling it these days?

You are both very welcome to join, the more the merrier. =D ATM, the tentative start date is at the end of this month, as we are rping most of the people in.

You totally beat me to it! (only because I slept in, went into work late this morning and have been running around like crazy trying to catch up) (... "I blame Askier.") But YES! Last night's scene was... wow! I rarely get SO surprised like that. When I do it is a treat, especially when I am then scrambling to try and figure out how the heck my character would respond. I am still thinking about it this morning. Kudos to Itar and Askier. I will accept your blame. I am the one who hired Itar in the first place. . . Learned my leasson. This whole arc has been one surprise after another. Looking forward to whatever crazy thing happens next. :lol: