Askier

I'd like to give massive kudos to Itarlhit and Roen for their amazing rp last night, an rp that blew my mind it was so well done. Itar never dropped his immensely complex character for a minute and Roen deftly responded to IC so well that I will never be able to forget the scene they crafted. My hat is off to the two of you and you both inspire me to want to be a better role player.

One I've seen used very well is a forced kidnapping. This gives you a very logical reason why your character is gone and why no one can contact them. And it also adds a really nice rp hook for yourself and your friends once you are able to return to the game. Course being on an island with pina coldas sounds equally as good.

*shakes fist* And yes. Terrible pun! ... Maybe? I am already fudging timeline for certain scenes anyways... >.> To quote someone: "I blame Askier." ... and Itar. Anyways, I am still looking forward to this! Will be there in one form or another! Why does everyone blame me? I accept responsibility for the bad pun but as for everything else, Im...I'm being framed! I never do anything wrong.:angel: The fact that the phrase: "I blame Askier" seems to becoming a common utterance in Eorzea since Askier showed up is just pure coincidence. Dont overthink it. :roll:

Sounds like the events of that rp last night have really tied up Roen's free time. ...that was a terrible pun and Im sorry. As for the opening, Depending on how late Im at work tonight, Ill try to come by.

Welcome to the game and forums! I dont claim to be a guru of this game at all but can help you a little. I often use rolling for combat during my rps and the system I use, and a lot of others I rp with use, is the dice site rolz.org. Pretty much everyone on Balmung knows the site so its really easy to get going. As for pvp, I haven't done a lot in this game, but what I have done, it seems balanced fairly well. One thing ARR does is that it limits some abilities of a class and then offers only pVP abilities to help keep the balance. Now, as I said, haven't done a lot but it is enjoyable. Hope that helps!

*pokes up head from behind stacked sandbags and covers head with a metal pot* I'd pay gil to be on the waiting list for a head shot right meow.

All must be Lala. . .All must be lala. . .Must make A skier lala. . .resistance is futile, you will be lala'ed

Mini Osric! lol

"You shur smell purdy." It's cause I use Lorelle...you know..cause I'm worth it.

I've played bad guys a few times, currently have one who is being very evil running around and, until recently, Askier was a bad guy also so I'll throw out my two cents. First off, being a baddie is a ton more work to get involved, least in my experience, because you have to have a evil plan in mind for the other people you rp with to try and stop but I find it more rewarding. One of the best ways to get a bad guy involved is what I did. Set up some kind thread offering people who are interested a chance. Like when I was planning my event with A skier where he tried to blow up Ul'dah. People joined in of their own free will and I've had tons of rp with A skier. Another tactic I use is to approach a character and offer them a job of sorts, often recovering a package or item with your villian. You go with heroes, but betray them once you have item and either try to kill them or run off without paying. Is that cliche? Hells yes, but it also works very well at getting a bad character involved. A final option is to use your good main and create a back story with one of your evil alts and then approach some players offering to hire them to bring down the bad alt you wish to use. I hope that was able to give you something to help get one of your evil salts a chance to be rp and if you're interested, my evil alt Jin'li is currently looking for people of a villainous orientation so that could be another way to get one of your alts involed with a storyline already running. Just let me know.

^ This, I totally agree with this. Some of the most fun I've ever had while rping was deliberately acting as a support character for someone or, even better, as the antogonsit to some ones character. Its fun, rewarding and a different experience than trying to be the hero.

When I read this, all I could think was of this line sung to Disney's Milan "Be a Man.." lol

Oooooo weddings, going to be so many. Woot! As for ninja, was hoping for musketeer but I can wait. Lol. Excited for it all, really.

I think I'm going to die! Sizzie I'm sending my bomb after you! :bomb: Soooo...do you two charge for this kind of show or is it a public service you both provide? :roll:

http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/images/thumb/3/32/Ffxiv_06102014_235823.png/800px-Ffxiv_06102014_235823.png[/img] One should never go AFK with an evil miqo'te lurking around.... he might take a random screen shot.... http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Ffxiv_06112014_004738.png/800px-Ffxiv_06112014_004738.png[/img] Uncle Askier wants YOU to hug a Garlean, TODAY!

The “Doctor” sat in a small alley, the stink of organic waste and decay festering as the mid-day sun blazed in the sky, the sounds of flies buzzing and bumping into one another mixed in the with sounds of the busy streets nearby. The “Doctor” was alone, his robes showing white and clean inthis realm of squalor. The “Doctor’s”face was pressed into a concentrated scowl behind his mask as he scribbled with a quill, recording in ink the fates of his five test subjects and the unfortunate developments he had come to discover. [align=center]Test of liquid administration of “Blue Blood” poison is a success and also a failure. After several weeks of tests,I have at last created a batch that is both water-soluble and retains its ability to terminate life. At Jin’li’s insistence, based upon his conversation with “The Lady” I have slowed the onset time of the symptoms of the poison to nearly a bell. I find it too slow for my personal preference as a slow death creates time for an antidote to be administered with a normal batch, but this new, water-soluble batch has created a problem. Note: Am to meet with “The Lady” soon as per Jin’li’s order.[/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center]Digression over.[/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center]When I created this new batch, I was forced to alter composition of original recipe of “Blue Blood” by adding one ingredient to obtain water solubility. This single alteration rendered the original antidote useless. All four subjects whom were given the antidote after ingesting the poison via liquid died, and the fifth subject, whom was injected directly with the newest batch and administrated the antidote, also died. If Jin’li desires for me to continue mass production of this strand of “Blue Blood," now called “Blue Blood Strand 2”, more tests will be needed immediately to create an antidote for our soldiers and our allies.[/align] [align=center] [/align] “Excuse me?” rasped a voice, causing the “Doctor” to start and leap off the barrel, his journal in his hand. The “Doctor’s” golden eyes peered out from behind his face mask as the collection of tattered cloth and shaggy hair that had addressed him. The dilapidated hyur held out a dirt cover hand to the “doctor.” “Spare some change?” The “Doctor” paused and then reached into his pouch and pulled out a small water skin, which he then tossed over to the hyur. “Here, have drink instead.” The “Doctor” said flatly. The hyur stared at the “Doctor” in his whiterobes and face mask, then at the skin in his hand. The hyur opened the skin, took a drink and then tossed it back to the “Doctor.” The“Doctor” let the water skin land beside him, before picking it up with two, gloved fingers tentatively, as if the skin was infested with a disease, and the “Doctor” scowled in disgust behind his mask as he watched the hyur. “Thanks for the drink, but can I have some coin?” the hyur asked. The “Doctor” observed the man and then turned and strode off, the hyur cursing the “Doctor” as the “Docotr’s” brown tail swished eagerly. “Correction, make that six subjects of the “Blue Blood Strand two.” The “Doctor” turned a corner and encountered a massive Roe standing there. The “Doctor” looked up at the form and nodded, handing the tall, hooded and robed Roe the tiny water skin. The Roe took it and wrapped a large fist around it. “Done writing records?” the large Roe asked. “I am. Where you able to reach Jin’li on the linkshell? I need to speak with him about certain developments immediately.” “I did, but he said he was busy.” The Roe replied flatly. Doing what?” the ‘Doctor” inquired. “Talking with his masters.” The Roe said. The “Doctor” raised an eyebrow. Only he and Jin’li knew that BOTH Rema and Adin were dead. The “Doctor” wondered what Jin’li was really doing, as he allowed himself to appreciate the Twelve for allowing him such a fascinating subject to anylize and work for as Jin’li. --- Jin’li walked , his booted feet crunching dirt and rocks under his heels as he slowly strolled through the edges of the refugee camp, his black, emotionless eyes surveying the layout and those who dwelt within the sea of tents and thrown together constructions of wood and stone that dwelt in the shadow of Ul’dah’s walls. A haggard,barely alive sort of existence, a life in which no one with power cared for you. How akin to Jin’li’s own origins these people’s homes came. The white-haired miqo’te was dressed in loose robes and a wide-brimmed hat to shield his sensitive skin from the burning rays of the noon sun. Jin’li should have been recovering, should have been resting. Yet he was here, watching, and speaking to his masters as he turned down a seemingly empty and narrow row of tents, debris strew about in his path as he slowly walked, his ears twitching. “No, Master Adin,” Jin’li said apologetically to the voicehe heard. “The assassin sent to kill Askier and Kahn’a has not reported back. I apologize for the inconvenience, however I shall report immediately once I-“ Jin’li's left ear twitched. “Lady Rema, your choice in the “Doctor” was well advised and his work on the “Blue Blood” poison has, thus far, been promising. Once the poison is made water soluble, the next phase in your plan shall begin, Lady Rema. I-“ Jin’li stopped abruptly, his boots scuffing up dirt as he came to a standstill while a hyur in a yellow shirt and black trousers darted out in front of him, gold earrings dangling from his ear lobes. “Well hello, there, friend.” The man said, his voice full of sleaze and false promises. “Couldn’t help but notice you talking to yourself. Would you like to part with some gil and let yourself talk to one of my girls?” Jin’li fixed his eyes on the hyur as the male smiled and then turned his head up and down the row of tents. He saw no other living things moving nearby. “Don’t look away.” The hyur cooed, stepping over to a tent and holding a flap back with a gloved hand. Inside the canvas walls, several burlap sacks had been thrown on the ground as an improvised floor. Three young women, two hyur and one miqo’te sat, huddled together, each with a chain around their neck; each chain tethered to a large stake in the middle of the tent. Two hyur males sat in wooden chairs, their bodies clad in leather armor. Everyone inside the tent stared at Jin’li as his black eyes saw the females. The white-hire miqo’te asked, without emotion registering on his face: “Forgive me if this question is rude, but are these three females your slaves?” “Well ain’t you a cheeky one.” The hyur in yellow laughed and slapped Jin’li on the shoulder. “Course they are slaves.” “Were they born as such?’ Jin’li inquired flatly, his eyes never leaving the three females. “Does it matter?” the hyur in yellow retorted, his smiling faltering as he stared at Jin’li’s pale skin. “Look, friend, I-“ “Pardon the interruption.” Jin’li interrupted apologetically. “However, I am not your friend.” The hyur in yellow let his smile fall and he scowled. “Look, do you want a round with one of the girls ornot? I can tell you’re sick but I’m willing to let you have one. Times aren’t great.” Jin’li took his eyes off the girls and fixed the hyur with a flat expression. Jin’li then reached into his pocket and pulled out two, small, sowing needles. He then turned his back to the tent flap and bowed to the empty air. “Apologies, my masters, I must silence you for a moment, as I do not wish you to see or hear what this slave is about to do.” Jin’li took a needle in each hand as a gust of wind blew his hat from his heard. The miqo’te’s white hair tussled in the breeze as he pierced the needles through the tips of his pointed ears, not making a sound or wincing as drops of blood dripped onto the dirt. “What the hells?!” the hyur in yellow shouted, causing the two hyurs in leather to stand up and stride forward, placing themselves between Jin’li and the hyur in yellow. Jin’li saw a thick, wooden stickhalf-covered in the dirt and took a step over towards it, picked it up, dirt and sand showering down as he hefted the length of wood and turned back around to examine the three hyur’s, blood oozing from his ears, his eyes shimmering as the sun glinted off the black hues. “I should just walkaway.” Jin’li said softly, as if he was confessing a sin. “I should not be doing this. My masters wished me to walk away, to obey. but I’m compelled to stay, compelled to disobey.” Emotions were flooding against the dams Jin’li had built up years and years ago. Walls he had used to seal off his rational mind. Sealed off when he was a child slave, used just as those girls were now. Walls he had built to block out his memories. For twenty years the walls had stood strong,only being breached once, once, the time Lady Kanaria had offered him what he thought would be his dying wish. The walls had broken down and he had wept in joy on that occasion. Since then, the flood waters of emotion had receded, but the walls were weaker now, the desire to feel emotion growing stronger and now an emotion was seeping through the cracks in the walls. Anger. “You are masters of slaves, but not like my masters.” Jin’li explained, unaware that his voice was becoming a feral growl. So long had he expressed no emotion, he was unable to control it now, unable to realize he was doing it. “My masters are kind for they gave me purpose; let me feel proud of myself.What you do, what you do is not kind. Forgive my rudeness, but I find what you do to be despicable.” “Shut this creep up!” the hyur in yellow shrieked in fear, stepping back as the blood soaked into Jin’li’s hair. One of the hyur’s in leather stepped forward, drawing a short sword from a scabbard, the sun glinting off the tarnished metal. Jin’li adopted a parrying stance, one Adin had made him practice many, many times, the stick held out before him in one hand, his muscles poised, Jin’li felt his muscles moving and flexing, the wires in his body inserted by the doctor increasing their response time, their strength, their power. Jin’li felt the sensation of clutching the strick tight enough for his knuckles to shine through his skin and relished it. It had been so long since he could do this. So long since he could move without pain. It was all thanks to the kindness of his masters, especially the Lady Rema. Jin’li was no faster or stronger than an average miqo’te but compared to what he had been just short time go, he felt as if he was a titan among mortals. The first hyur in leather closed the gap and then swung the short blade in a wide arc toward Jin’li's side. The attack was clumsy and as unimpressive as the tarnished steel of the man’s short sword. Jin’li twitched his stick and thrust the end into the man’s wrist, his left hand rising up, palm open. The attack caused the hyur to groan and release the sword, the inertia sent the blade forward and into Jin’li’s waiting hand as he caught the blade by the hilt. Jin’li stepped forward, bringing the point of the stick rushing forward, pressing it into the hyur’s eyeball with enough force to crush the optic. The hyur fell, sceraming, blood oozing from the wound as Jin’li stepped forward and planted the short sword down into the man’s lung, turning the hyur's screams into desperate gargles for life. The other two hyurs stepped back as Jin’li shook violently, his lips pulled back, revealing yellow fangs as he cackled. “Thank you for this gift of movement, Lady Rema!” Jin’li cried out, a tear rolling down his left eye as he looked at the two hyur’s, the miqo'te mind a flood of confused emotions. “I know what I must do with this gift! I must hurt, I I must kill, I must bleed, I must make all equal as you and master Adin are equal. I must make all realize they are equal in the hands of the Emperor.” Jin’li lept forward, the short sword in his left hand, the stick in his right. The second hyur in leather parried Jin’li’s attacks well as he slowly retreated into the tent. Jin’li’s attack were swift but they lacked any real power and the sickly miqo’te was already starting to tire, his muscles already desperate for oxygen as his cardiovascular system struggled to keep up with the demand of fresh red blood cells to his muscles. The hyur in leather sensed the weakening and slowing assault and smiled as he planted his foot, readying his counter attack. One he never got as one of the slave girls seized his leg and bit into it. The hyur screamed and was distracted long enough for Jin’li’s sword to parry the hyur's sword aside and then Jin'li smashed the stick into the hyur’s temple. The hyur collapsed. Jin’li was panting as he dropped the wooden stik and gazed over at the hyur in yellow. The hyur suddenly turned, and started lifting up the side of the tent to run. Jin lunged forward and slammed the point of the blade through the man’s ankle, pinning him to the ground. The hyur screamed in agony as Jin twistedthe hilt in his hand, his normally expressionless black eyes glinting in delight as he realized the power he had in his hands. “I make all equal.” Jin’li stammered, starring at his free hand. “I killed Rema and made my master’s equal, I kill you now and make you equal to your slave girls. I have done all this. With my hands. I have the power now. I serve my masters now because I choose to, not because I must. I am master now.” Jin’li pulled out the blade and then drove it into the squirming hyur’s chest. “We are all equal in death.” Jin’li cried out, as if he had discovered the true meaning of life, as if that revelation was the greastest thing Jin’li had ever heard. “I my masters because I choose to and I make all equal in death. I make all equal to me.” Jin’li pulled the sword from the dead body and stared at the three slave girls, his as they stared at him. The white haired miqo’te tightened the grip on his blood-soaked sword as he stepped towards the girls. “You are not equal, but I shall make you equal. Rejoice, for I give you equality in death.” A few moments later, Jin’li emerged from the tent, blood splatters coating his body and his face. The miqo’te pulled the pins from his ears and placed them in his pocket. His face was calm and composed again as he bowed to the open air, the sword in his right hand still. “I fear I must apologize for my absence and my rathershocking appearance at this moment." Jin’li said aloud as the desert wind moaned. “I was over come momentarily with what could only be described at irrational emotion and I offer my sincerest and deepest apologies for my coth actions.” Jin’li’s ears flicked wildly before he rose to his full height. “Masters, you are kind to understand so readily. I promise I shall conduct myself in a more restrained manner in the future.” The white haired miqo’te then looked around. No one seemed to be nearby, to have heard the screams. "Soon our plans shall being masters. Soon those whom will bow to the Emperor will see the purpose the Empire can give them, just as it gave me purpose. And those that resist, shall be made equal in death.” The miqo’te flicked his hears and began walking away from the city and the sea of tents, back towards the shelter of shadows and plots.

The fight was so epic there had to be an intermission for me to catch my breath. The epic conclusion should occur tonight in part two. Lol.

Oh dear... Osric plus ears and a tail... That could be trouble... ♪ Though, Kanaria wouldn't mind. ♪ If ozzy gets a tail and ears, you going to have to share Kanaria. Lol Who is Ozzy? Thought it was Ossy... S-share?! Hmm.... :idea: Ossy Sammich! :idea: The degree of love he'd be getting then cannot even be compared to the Ossy Sammich, huahahahaha #_#. Yeah, it would be more like the Ossy Dogpile. Lol.

http://www.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/gallery/albums/userpics/13547/normal_ffxiv_06082014_003748.png[/img] Yes..dance my little puppets, dance! I am in total control! Mwhahahaha *ack, gack...cough* Excuse me...hairball.

You could always fantasia Osric into a miqo'te if you want to be on your knees so badly. . . Oh dear... Osric plus ears and a tail... That could be trouble... ♪ Though, Kanaria wouldn't mind. ♪ If ozzy gets a tail and ears, you going to have to share Kanaria. Lol

I can see myself using this thread a lot as I love the idea of it. I'd like to say a very big thank you to Erik Mynheir, even though he has been away for some time. Without Erik, I never would have gotten so involved in the community, let alone had the knowledge to run my rp events. Also I'd like to thank Kanaria, Grieving Hound, Saravena, Osric, Delial, and Kahn'a. You have all had a huge impact on my rping style and Askier as a character and I always look forward to rping with you. And for all you other awesome people I rp with, thank you. Don't worry, I'll be posting about you all later.

You could always fantasia Osric into a miqo'te if you want to be on your knees so badly. . .

Sooo Atm moment we have a 4 way tie on doodle for major events.....um...need more votes please lol http://doodle.com/7sekkqgxd6rscres

Who said I was sending them at him to talk? :evil: *pulls oven tray from oven. Tray is covered in cookies* Who said anything about talking? I thought they were coming to eat the amazing cookies I make everyone on my team.

I'll be ready for them. lol