MrPoopyButtHole

Ha! I’ll PM you availability and alsoshare the ideas for Pyra. I was just going to go the Eddard Stark route and be beheaded. Should also be back to my normal ESTtime on Thursday.

The Gods were clearly not on his side. The rain began to pour heavily in the shroud as Pyralis finished covering the grave of the Elezen woman of his past. Taking a body from Ul’dah to the Shroud had not been an easy task. Pyralis was still hurting all over from the torture from before and could hardly put any pressure on his damaged leg. He wore a heavy cloak to hide his injuries and face least someone recognize him. He leaned against the large tree and looked up as the rain pelted his face. How can one move on from the past when it is constantly bleeding into the future? Pyralis thought while shifting his attention to the grave. The forest was peaceful even with the heavy rain hammering it from above. Hopefully it would clear up and he could make his way to the Quarrymill. The ex-bard had decided that he had spent too much time away from his harp and bow. He tried to run from the past and change himself but it still caught up with him. While the act of killing the Elezen woman had not bothered him, her last words left him disturbed. “We were your family. Why did you betray us? Desmarius knows the monster he left behind.” The Elezen whispered before he had crushed her wind pipe. Pyralis pulled his gaze away from the grave and thought of Yangh and Sarah. They had witnessed him kill and had almost heard the Elezen tell more of his secrets. They had abandoned him after that, possibly for good. The lies were starting to catch up to him. The façade he built around himself was starting to crack and crumble. Assassins,kidnapping, torture, and now this…you better get the bow first. Pyralis thought pushing himself off the tree and pulling the cowl down further. Hopefully he wasn't being followed…hopefully no one saw him bury the girl. He proceeded on his way taking one last glance at the grave and thought, Ghost of the past…try to stay buried this time, alright?

There was a certain beauty and attraction to her, that he could not deny. The anger, the passion, the fury...truly the perfect killer. Pyralis locked eyes with her and tried to mask the pain throughout his body. The ex bard had such an anger in his eyes towards her, but also wanted to live. He finally spoke after some silence, "I choose life...so that when I recover they will all know my fury." He gritted his teeth and dark thoughts began to swim in the pools of his mind. Once he was free and healed up he would join back up with Kiht and show no mercy to his enemies. "Get me out of here and to Ul'dah and I will pay any price...give you anything so I can make them all pay." His violet eyes were locked on hers, a venom and hate behind his words. The fury that was dormant for so long was building, fast. Yangh was holding the destiny of Pyralis in her hands and in that dagger.

He woke up with his head swimming in pain and hunger. The darkness still surrounded his room with not a single thread of light coming through anywhere. The little hope he had for rescue was fading and quickly. It appears his interrogators had placed the sack over his head again while he was unconscious. This is where my grave shall be it seems. Pyralis thought trying to hold on to the memories, to some glimmer of hope. Pyralis laid on the floor, although it pained him with broken ribs. As he began to close his eyes he heard a loud noise as if a door was being kicked in. The pain was overwhelming but Pyralis forced himself to sit up. The executioner has come...this is it, thought as he steeled himself for what was to come. But the noises grew louder, the sound of steel on steel, men groaning, men...dying? A million thoughts began racing through his mind and he smiled. Kiht had finely come to rescue him and the exiles as well. That small glimmer of hope grew as he knew they would not fail against this sorry lot of captors. Pyralis tried to remove the sack from his head but his hands were bound too tightly. A man began to plead for his life and Pyralis heard the chuckle of a...female? Someone was taking great pleasures in the carnage and killing outside. The door burst open and Pyralis could make out little threads of light through the sack. Someone, roughly of course, removed the sack from his head and the sudden burst of light burnt his eyes. Slowly they adjusted and he looked up at the figure, a female miqo'te, a beautiful female miqo'te at that. "K-K-Kiht?" Pyralis said weakly. When his eyes finished adjusting, the figure stood before him covered in blood, dagger in one hand, a large grin on her face, and beautiful golden hair. The ex bard's eyes widen and he knew he was mistaken all along about his rescuer. He said weakly but with surprise, "Yangh..."

Should be able to get on this weekend (gotta see how game runs on laptop). Will official be back the 17th if I miss this though.

The pain was unbearable at times. But at least the torture hadstopped for some time. The Elezen captor had been called away and instead had left Pyralis to rot away in his prison. The room was cold, dark, and not a single sound could be heard except his groans of pain and his own heartbeat. Pyralis had lost track of time mainly as he was locked in a dark room with little to no interaction from his captors. The interrogators had even forgotten to feed him for quite some time. The blood loss, broken bones, and lack of food left him weak, crippled, and clinging to life. Yet he found it in himself to not give in to it all and betray his allies. He could tell the Elezen was not happy about the progress and wanted Pyralis to start spilling information sooner than later. The Hyur interrogator had let it slip about a failedassassination attempt at the Ul’dah ball which gave Pyralis more hope. It fueled him to believe that the exiles were still ahead of their killers. He started to feel around his body to determine what was broken and needed healing. Ribs...broken, left arm…broken,knee…very broken, nose…broken, Gods how must I look? Pyralis saidgrimacing as he poked and prodded his body. The hunger pains were also growing worse as time passed. Has it been a weeksince I last had anything to eat? He thought staringinto the darkness, listening to the beat of his heart. Pyralis looked up at what would be the ceiling if he could see.He promised that if he somehow made it out of this entire ordeal alive that he would pick up the bow and harp again. He would change his life around and be the defender he once was. One tends to change their views of life drastically when they are tittering on the edge staring into the gaping maw of death. Pyralis was determined to live and fight, regardless of whatever torture or punishment they had next for him. He clenched his fist and told himself weakly, “Survive…you’ll finda way out somehow.”

Great to see the involvement from everyone. Just wish I was around to add more to the story. :cry:

Post pictures! !

Thanks for ruining Sarah's fantasies about ending her highschool life with the perfect ball, Spoony!!!!! >_< Just kidding, who wants to go the ball with a spoon anyway. It's always the bards fault! Fucking bards....

It also helps to talk like a pirate! People love pirates.

Damn you trip to Warsaw!

The bag over his head made it hard to breathe not to mentionbeing completely tied to a chair. On the plus side it did help cover his grimaces as his captors proceeded to work his body and face, blow after blow. Pyralis coughed up blood on the inside of the bag which made it difficult to breathe. Control the pain as much as you cando not give it, he thought to himself as the beating stoppedmomentarily. The ringing in his ears made it hard to focus on what they were saying to him and the blood loss was not helping. On the way back to Ul'dah to meet his friend Sarah, he ranto the aid of a woman who was trying to fend off three armed men on the road. Pyralis acted quickly and was able to fendthem off and shield the woman from the attacks of the aggressors. Until he felt something hard and blunt hit him on the back of his head. A trap and you fell for it...you stupid, stupid man,Pyralis thought trying to regain some air and focus from his current beating. When the ringing in his ears finally stopped he heard the voice of a man speaking to him. The voice seemed calm and collective, with a hint of boredom behind his words. "Now Pyralis this pain...this torture can stop. I cannotpromise you we will let you live but I can promise a quick, painless death. All you have to do is tell us where the exiles hide and how to get to them." The bag made it difficult to talk and Pyralis wanted to geta good look at the men who he believed would kill him. He coughed and spoke as loud as he could, "I'd be happy to talk if Icould get some air..." Another punch to the gut made him spit upmore blood. That feeling when you try your hardest to breath in air but it doesn't come can be horrifying. Pyralis struggled for air, gasping as hard as he could. The bag was pulled off and the sudden air was a great relief. Control the pain, focus on breathing, focus on something besides the pain, Pyralis thought slowly regaining the air in hislungs. An Elezen man sat in front of Pyralis with his legs crossed while drinking tea. The man seemed to regard Pyralis as one would regard a worthless object on the road. The room was cold, poorly lit, made of stone, and had only a door made of steel as the way in and out. A Roegadyn and Hyur were wiping their hands which had his blood on it, clearly the interrogators. "Now how long do you think youcan hold out hm? This is the light part of the torture so I'm guessing a couple of hours of this till we move on to the more 'fun' torture." The Elezen man said while taking asmall sip of his tea. "If you manage tohold out even longer we might as well start tracking your friends. The men have been lonely and looking for ways to kill some time." Pyralis glared at the man but quickly turned it into a smile. "You'vegot me tied up and ready to speak sir...ask your questions and I will answer them." The Elezen man raised an eyebrow as if expecting a trick but merelynodded, "Very well...how do you communicate withthe other exiles? We searched you for any linkpearls but apparently you weren't carrying any." Pyralis had left all of his belongings in Gridaniaafter speaking with Kiht with the exception of a couple of daggers, he wasn't planning on staying in Ul'dah for very long. "I lost my linkpearl when yourassassins attacked us...too bad they aren't around to tell you." TheElezen smiled and handed his tea to the Hyur interrogator. "Ah yes...the assassins...funny how only three ofthem were able to cause you all grief. But I don't believe that you simply lost a linkpearl. Let us ask the real questions now. When is the next meeting of the exiles and who is leading them?" The Elezen stood up while askinghis questions and began to roll up his sleeves. Pyralis eyed the man and started to prepare himself for morebeatings by the two interrogators. "If only I could remember where we are meetingnext. I have such a bad drinking habit that it's hard for me to remember such things. As far as who is leading them...well I think his name is 'Go Fuck Yourself'" The Elezen man laughed and walked over to a table at the edge of theroom. The man started to whistle andlook through a bag on the table. Pyralis started to slow his breathing down and brace himself for the worse. Control the pain..donot give in...they are counting on you, Pyralis began to tellhimself as he breathing remained stable. "I knew a man like you once...he thought himselfwitty...a lone ranger capable of taking on an army. In the end he broke down, begged for the gift of death...he was denied that request and tortured till his mind broke. My men here believe that you'll break in a week. But I have 'faith' in you Pyralis....No, I think you'll break in a month." The Elezenman brought back a small dagger with hooks on its side and a small hammer. "Now we don't have to go further...if you simply tell mewhere they are and how to find them." Pyralis's started to focus on the exiles and all the goodthings he had experienced in his life. The memories of friends, of the music he played on his harp, the many nights by camp fires sharing stories. Gods...if you're out there...if you exist...give methe strength to not break, Pyralis thought maintaining his glare onthe Elezen man. "That was the response I wasexpecting and hoping for." The Elezen man said as one of theinterrogators pulled a chair close to Pyralis. The Elezen sat down and started to hum a song as he ran the knife down Pyralis's arm shaving off some skin. Pyralis clenched his teeth and his body tensed up from the pain, but he did not cry out, his breathing quickened though. "Not apeep out of you? I'm impressed Pyralis, very impressed." The Elezenman suddenly with great force rammed the dagger behind Pyralis's kneecap and started to pry it outward as if to dislocate it. Don't...givein...don't give them...the..satisfaction, Pyralis thought as he bodybegan to shake from the immense pain no longer able to control his breathing. The Elezen man smiled satisfied as he hit the end of the dagger with the hammer and dislocated the knee. The pain was too great, Pyralis screamed and the room went black.

Glad to see Ryllyn's idea kicking off Good luck!

Pyralis let out a small sigh of relief and leaned back as the miqo'te opened his eyes. With the severity of the wound Pyralis had truly believed he would not pull through. The hi-elixir did its job and saved the miqo'te's life but Pyralis was still upset that he even had to use it. The relief he once felt quickly was turning into rage as he examined his surroundings. Guards closing in, surrounded by death, helping strangers he hardly knew, this is not want he wanted. This is not who he was. Fend for yourself, Pyralis thought darkly as he saw the affection between Lyn and Kiht. The care they showed for each other made Pyralis envious and stirred some anger inside of him. That bond they have...that love if that's what they call it...will get them killed, he thought snapping out of his daze as the random archer on the roof started shouting and downing the brass blades. The very sight of the two brass blades, which were there to probably question and take them in, crumpling to the ground with the arrows made Pyralis flinch. He never much cared for guards as they would always try to lock him up for public drunkenness or getting into tavern fights but to kill them outright? Pyralis saw Kiht take out the aetheryte crystal in a hope to teleport them all. Her gaze turned to him and asked, “Are you going to come with us?” "There's too many of us Kiht...it's not going to work." Kiht however grabbed him by the arm and Pyralis stared at her, Lyn, the dead sun-sister and the crystal. “Gods damnit! One more time you worthless shard!” Kiht shouted in frustration. Pyralis was about to pull his arm free but the vortex swallowed them all. Aetheryte traveling always left Pyralis feeling sick and the fact he still had alcohol in his system didn't help. When they arrived at Camp Drybone he quickly moved to the side of the group and threw up. That deep dark fury was building inside of him again, a tempest waiting to consume him and his emotions. The night was ruined, one of his greatest treasures was lost, and now he was likely to be sick from the alcohol and travel. He saw Kiht paying off some brass blades and knew they had one last destination, The Shroud. Being anywhere near Ul'dah was a terrible idea so getting as far away as possible was probably best. Reluctantly, Pyralis allowed Kiht to pay for the aetheryte travel again and prepared for the vortex. Heroes die and glory is short lived, Pyralis thought. As they arrived at Bentbranch Meadows, Pyralis kneeled down woozy from the travel, alcohol, and the events that had happened. He ran his hand on through the grass and took in a deep breath. The clean air of the shroud did wonders when one was intoxicated. The shroud always brought him peace and cleared his mind when he was a wandering bard. But he wasn't a bard anymore...he had given up the bow and harp which he craved to hold every waking second of his existence. The training with the axe was slow and he was nowhere near proficient enough to defend himself with it. If he were to run into a dangerous situation such as the one Lyn ran into, would he survive? No, I'd be dead and alone, Pyralis thought as he stood and turned to face Kiht. The fury inside him still burned at what happened and what he had to sacrifice. Fend for yourself, the voice inside Pyralis seemed to say stronger than ever. "You owe me no debt Kiht...I am no hero...just a survivor." he told the miqo’te with a hardened face and voice. He would hold his gaze on Kiht and say harshly with a sadness and anger behind his voice, “I've lived my life alone fending for myself and survived this long...This –MESS- that -YOU- got me into Kiht has cost me too much. You, your -mate-, and the exiles are of no concern to me. Just leave me be...forget you know me or saw me. Give up on being a defender of these wretches...clearly it isn't working out." It wasn't fair to take out his anger and frustration on Kiht. But once the words started to come out of his mouth he couldn't stop them. So that's how you repay kindness? Pyralis thought clenching his fist. Pyralis turned to leave Kiht to attend to Lyn. The tempestof anger still burned inside of him and a small pang of guilt felt as if it would eventually consume him. He was alone again in the world with enemies at every corner without an ally in sight. Pyralis walked away from Bentbranch Meadows on the path to Gridania. He examined himself and realized he was caked with blood. He reached up to throw away his linkpearl but held on to it; information would still be useful if he was to be by himself. Fend for yourself...you'll live longer,Pyralis thought. But why didn't it feel that way?

Pyralis hated coming to Ul'dah. But the former bard had made too many contacts in the city and had spent too many drunken nights in her taverns to stay away. While he lay sleeping in a stranger’s bed, he dreamt about playing a song for a pretty miqo'te girl with mismatched eyes. Good dreams never last long though as he was awaken from his slumber by an explosion not too far off. "Ugh...can't a mansleep off his drunken stupor in peace?" Pyralis said slowly opening his eyes to adjust to his surroundings. The effect of the all the alcohol he had consumed was still lingering in his body. A pretty red headed Hyur girl lay next to him fully nude with a peaceful smile on her face. Pyralis shook his head as if disappointed and left the bed as to not disturb her. With haste he gathered his clothing, bag of goods, his axe, and left her dwelling in a rush like a man who had been caught stealing. The habit of drinking and bedding women he met in the taverns would surely catch up to him one day. The smell of smoke was potent in the air and it made him fell uneasy. Thoughts of assassins hunting him down seemed to make Pyralis more paranoid now leaving him constantly on edge. After all, how does one simply adjust to a life of hiding and fear? Before the threat of assassins, Pyralis had played the harp, made coin off of it, intoxicated himself, and made love to the pretty women across Eorzea. Those days were past though and Pyralis quickly checked his bag of potions and the two hi-elixirs that he coveted greatly. The regular potions were easy to come by and worked decent enough if you'd taken a bad fall. However, the hi-elixirs were potent and had brought him back from the brink of death once. The former bard has originally had three hi-elixirs but had taken an axe across his chest on one of his drunken nights. Some individuals just don't enjoy other men hitting on their women. Phantom pains would still haunt him even though the hi-elixir had done its job and healed him up. It did take weeks for the wound to truly heal though and to get up and walk around. The elixirs themselves were costly and very hard to come by. Pyralis had won two of the hi-elixirs by cheating in gambling with a lalafell apothecary and saved up enough money for the third. Whatever Gods were out there would surely punish him for his crime one day. Pyralis slipped on his linkpearl to hear of what might be going on with the group of exiles. Information was key to survival and he would get as much as he could from the group to stay ahead of his would be killers. He personally did not like to speak on the linkpearl or share any information that he himself happened to come upon. While standing outside and taking in the smell of smoke his thoughts wandered to Kiht and the great responsibility she was undertaking. While most would feel sympathy for someone undertaking such a duty he saw her as a misguided girl. For how can anyone hope to stop the inevitable? We will all die and it will not be pleasant, Pyralis thought putting himself in a foul mood. It was simply a matter of enjoying the last few days they had before someone got them. A voice came in from the linkpearl and Pyralis listened intently. "K-kiht... my vekker.. I_I don't think I'm going to make it back.*long pause* I want you t-t-to know that I l-love you and... *bated breaths* I don't have much time... s-so I love you. Keep the c-c-clan safe okay? Ever since I met y-you... Menphina guide you moon sister, I'll always... be with you..." Pyralis looked off to the distance trying to piece together what he had just heard. Was that Kiht's mate Lyn? The first meeting between the Pyralis and him had not gone well. Pyralis did not like or trust the miqo'te. Perhaps he was simply jealous of the bond that Kiht and Lyn had? Pyralis shrugged and thought that it was not his problem if the miqo'te died. Even if he wanted to help perhaps the explosion and the smell of smoke was not related to Lyn? Fend for yourself as all others will betray you, echoed in Pyralis’s thoughts darkly. But that little voice in his head had major objections to him turning and leaving someone the exiles considered an ally. The slums seemed to be full of life as people wanted to see what the explosion was about. Pyralis suddenly felt uneasy as he did not like large crowds for assassins could be lurking about them. Time was passing and Pyralis stayed in the same spot debating whether to leave Lyn to die or actually help him. He could be alright idiot…don’t get ahead of yourself, Pyralis thought while looking the opposite way of where the explosion had come from. The tavern wasn't that far away so he could simply head in, drink, and forget his troubles, perhaps even find another lovely lass for the night. Would Kiht ever forgive you? He thought as a frown formed on his face, after she took you in? Pyralis had trouble believing that anyone of the exiles would be there in a heartbeat to defend, protect, and save him in his time of need. Pyralis saw the brass blades running towards the direction of where the explosion came from and was shocked to see Kiht running as well. It confirmed what he already knew but refused to admit, Lyn was involved somehow in that explosion and he was in trouble. When one is constantly in a battle with death, they learn to adapt and survive but ultimately fail in the end. Pyralis started remembering the healers he had met in his past who taught him how to treat wounds without the art of magic. The knowledge had saved him from losing limbs as well as a couple of close calls on his life. Pyralis gritted his teeth and turned around running towards where he hoped Kiht and Lyn would not be. The blood, fire, smoke, and dead bodies all around disturbed him. It was one thing to see yourself bleed it was another to be surrounded by the stench and sight of death. The brass blades were already moving close to the scene. Pyralis made his way quickly and quietly through the brass blades to witness Kiht crying and holding onto Lyn. He also noticed another miqo’te girl limp by Lyn. Something of regret and guilt stirred inside him. Was he too late? Did his inaction cause the death of Lyn? Pyralis rushed to Kiht's side and said sternly to her. "Kiht I think I can save him but you have to move and trust me...I'm his only hope right now." Pyralis gently but quickly ushered Kiht aside to study the wound that Lyn had. It was bad, very bad. He'd have to yank that sword out and quickly stop the bleeding. But his healing abilities weren't that advanced. Pyralis studied Lyn more thinking of what to do to save him. The thought hit him and it made him sick to consider. The hi-elixir he so coveted could possibly save him. He quickly set his bag aside and yanked out the elixir eyeing it with sadness. Saving lives and someone he didn't care for was difficult. Saving someone with one of his life treasures was painful. Pyralis looked to Kiht's eyes and saw the pain and desperation in them. No...I won't let her down, Pyralis thought. With precision he pulled the sword out of Lyn and immediately set to putting pressure on his wound. The hi-elixir should hopefully kick in quickly, Pyralis had thought and hoped. He uncorked it with his mouth and poured some on Lyn's wound. Pyralis proceeded to pry open the miqo'te's mouth and pour the elixir down. Usually half a bottle would heal most but the blood loss and wound was bad. If he even lived it would be a long recovery, if he died Pyralis was going to be pissed. "Don't die on me you bastard...you have a debt to pay now." Pyralis held the miqo'te's wound and stared at Lyn’s face with anger and fear.

Weekends always work best anyway. Don't be hard on yourself. You are doing fantastic

I'd like the ability to actually LAY down on the floor/grass/etc instead of just sitting. Or just being able to lay in bed would work out too for FC houses.

I had the pleasure of RPing (very briefly) with Blue and was interested in the character. Too bad Pyra was drunk and just finished brawling with Arky (his headbutt literally 90ked me). I hope Blue and Pyra cross paths again

Fantastic story, little dark but that's my preference. EST time is killing me!

Join us! It feels like a family here and the RP events are always a blast. Also PVE is great as people are always willing to help

Can't freaking wait. Thanks for organizing Kiht. Massive brownie points and kudos. I double checked times and should be able to make it.

The couple of times that I have done combat we usually plotted out most of what we would like to happen. Obviously you both agree to the true outcome of the battle (I win you lose vice versa), the impact of the battle (type of injuries both are willingly to sustain), and free style the combat as it goes (bards fight dirty just an FYI). It doesn't have to be complicated or take 17 years to actually RP it out. Some battles are brief (surprise attack, ambush, etc) or some are stalemates/epic battles (you both know its coming, swords clash, arrows fly, people faint). So long as both parties agree to the outcome and the way the battle will work, I think it'll be pretty easy.

Man this is some bad as art. Kudos my friend. :thumbsup:

Welcome to the forum. Look forward to RPing with you some time. Although It would have to be in Gridania or limsa since I'm avoiding Uldah.

Sounds like a great idea to me. Can one come without pants on though? 8-)