Melkire

Coming in 3.1 I believe. IT'S ABOUT GODS-DAMNED TIME! They've been discussing this since before 2.5, I believe. But yes, those MNK arms from Singularity Reactor EX look sweet.

Been a while since we posted, so here we go! First and foremost: the Dauntless have. due to in-character circumstances, transitioned away from being a Grand Company unit of irregulars towards being their own free company. While this might translate into less of a presence in Ul'dah and out 'n' about Thanalan, what it also translates into is more opportunity for all-inclusive roleplay. Membership is no longer limited to Immortal Flames and civilians; members of the Maelstrom and the Twin Adders are now welcome. Less time in Thanalan also means more time elsewhere - La Noscea, the Shroud, Coerthas, etc. The shift away from an organization of career soldiers also means we're far more open to other lines of work than we were: mercenary contracts, alchemical works, fieldcraft and tradecraft, and so on. Finally, since we are no longer beholden to the orders of a military organization, our entire membership is now free to travel and associate as they please (with some minor caveats owing to in-character histories and consequences). Second: while we are still accepting applications, the FC membership is currently frozen, meaning that we will not be adding to our ranks for the foreseeable future. Our plans are to consolidate and develop what members, allies, acquaintances, and contacts we already have before resuming growth. Furthermore, we prefer to be a smaller, more personal company than most. We find that this strengthens ties and keeps roleplay plots and story arcs far more accessible and inclusive than if we were otherwise. That said, our LS membership is not frozen and we will be adding individuals to our growing collection of contacts. Which leads me to... Third: we are open to and welcome new contacts! Perhaps your character or company has need of our services. Perhaps you run into us in a social setting, such as a tavern somewhere, and we get to chit-chatting for the night. Unless we are otherwise occupied in one of our private FC events, we'd be more than happy to roleplay with you, so keep an eye out for us!

I've had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of a certain House Servant who serves the most excellent parfaits. ...I need the recipe but I'm too intimidated to burden this poor soul with the need to respond to a private message when he must be swamped by his duties.

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It's true, we raid for bragging rights. Personally, I'm hoping for a series of randomly disappearing floor panels that drop into a pit of aggressive, high-level diremites... DREAD MASTER TYRANS! Disappearing floor panels are always fun~

24-man raid gear in FFXIV has always been designed and intended as bootstrap or "catch-up" gear, and has never been relevant to progression. LotA, ST, WoD... these always released after their respective "hardcore" progression 8-man raids, the gear was always behind, and the gear served as a temporary alternative to the progression-related tomestones of the time. I would not expect Void Ark to be any different in these regards. That said, there was an interview in which devs stated that airship exploratory missions might have a rare chance of dropping up to i210 aetherial gear, which would invalidate Alexander Savage unless the next leg of progression 8-man raiding is on the way... so who knows?

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“The defense rests.” Jenlyns Straightblade stepped down from the stand and was led out of the room. Dieter was sweating profusely as he turned to the bench. “No further witnesses, Your Honors.” Evangeline rose, “The defense calls Mikh’a Korofi to the stand.” Mikh’a inhaled as he stood and made his way forward. He had been pretty good about keeping his opinions and outbursts to himself ( a feat, truly, he wasn’t very good at holding his temper when he was really angry and this whole thing had him in fits ) this entire time and would have to continue to do so. The Miqo’te did not look at either Osric or Evangeline, though he did pay a glance to Kanaria as he passed by her. Turning to take his place on the stand, those spotted ears flexed back a little bit and he nodded to Evangeline, as if to say, 'Alright chief, ready when you are.' Evangeline nodded ,”Thank you Ser. Could you introduce yourself, your position at the Dauntless, and your relation to Sergeant Melkire?” “My name is Mikh’a Korofi.” he leveled his gaze straight to Evangeline. “I am the current leader of the Dauntless - for a short time I was Sergeant Melkire’s superior officer as well.. He was initially my mentor in pugilism but after my failure to actually pick up the craft we settled on colleagues and very close friends instead.” Evangeline smiled, “Thank you. Now I won’t mince words. You seem to know the Sergeant well. Does he seem the type to murder men in cold blood? Whether by his own hand, or by paying another to do so?” “Not at all.” Mikh’a shook his head. “In fact I’m fairly certain he’s paid someone off not to kill in the past though I couldn’t directly quote the date off the top of my head.” He tilted his head to the side and went on to add, “I did not know Osric more than a summer ago, though I can firmly say in the time that I have known him he has shown no want to do harm to anyone under any condition whatsoever, save for in self defense of his family, and even then men weren’t killed. As for his past… well, he’s got no more a shaded history than anyone else in the Immortal Flames as far as I’m aware.” And then he shrugged those thin shoulders. “Have you ever heard him speak poorly of the victims in this case, or propose the death of monetarist nobles?” “No.” “Have you ever seen the Sergeant in the company of the assassin described?” Evangeline proceeded to repeat the description of the white haired man. “No.” Mikh’a repeated evenly. “I’ve never seen him with a man even remotely matching that description.” Evangeline nodded, “Is there any other information you would like to share with the court? Any fact pertinent to this case?” “Would that I could restate the obvious.” Mikh’a finally looked at Osric then. “What Osric Melkire was ten summers ago should not be held against the man he has become today. He has given his time and a great deal of his life in service to the Flames. He’s done everything they’ve asked of him…” his gaze shifted to Dieter then. “And more. He’s come under fire several times by men with equally shaded pasts, who have likely done the same kinds of wrongs, if not worse, in their past… I’m sure I don’t need to remind anyone of the incident that led to the separation from our former company and the creation of the Dauntless to begin with. The Immortal Flames are made up of mercenaries, thieves, and former thugs gone right again. Who we were and what we’ve become are two different things. Osric is not a murderer, he did not murder those people, and while you waste time pointing fingers at a scapegoat the real murderer still roams free to do as he, or she, pleases.” The Elezen cleared her throat, “Thank you Ser Korofi.” She adjusted her papers, “No further questions your Graces.” Dieter harrumphed as he stood and circled around to stand before Mikh’a and the bench. “Master Korofi, if you’d be so kind, would you please state for the record your age, your birthplace, time spent in service with the Immortal Flames, and your role within the Dauntless?” “Objection…” Evangeline raised her hand, “Relevance. A similar question was already asked.” “Objection sustained. Prosecutor?” “Hn. Master Korofi, age and birthplace, please, as well as your professed area of expertise?” The Elezen nodded slowly, and did not raise an objection. Mikh’a leveled his gaze on Dieter then and said, “I am eighteen summers old. I was born at the base of the mountains north of Gridania, the area was destroyed during the Calamity…” His ears lowered and he looked down at his hands in upset. “We lived in the tunnels.” And everyone knows what happened to the Keepers in the tunnels. He looked back up at the man again though and steeled himself, taking a deep breath. His expression was tragic, like he was visibly upset about his home. “I’m a full time doctor and a part time Engineer, though I suppose… nearly a full time Engineer anymore.” Dieter nodded as he turned to pace back and forth across the courtroom, rolling his hands over each other as he went. “A doctor, you say. Might I ask what field? Traditional chirurgeon, arcanima, conjury....?” "I've official training in traditional medicine as well as conjury. I've dabbled in arcanima but never went far." Mikh'a raised an eyebrow at Dieter and his tail twitched. The pompous old fart came to a stop and raised a single finger into the air, as if raising a point. "Master Korofi, in your.... mmm... professional experience, does your training qualify you to evaluate the mental health of your patients?" So this was your game, Dieter. The tiny calico inclined his head to the side and folded his hands in his lap. He considered for a nonce and then concluded, “To some degree. It’s the duty of any military doctor to be able to assess the mental well being of his people, and should he consider them ill fitted to do their job he’s to send them to seek counsel.” Mikh’a’s tail flicked and he gazed on at the man. Dieter nodded and resumed pacing. "Of course, of course. Forgive me, you said you did not know the sergeant more than a summer ago. Am I correct in observing that you have known him for several moons at most? Less than a cycle?" “Near a full cycle.” Mikh’a said while watching the man. HIs ears sank down on his head in thought and the Miqo’te says. “Not quite a full cycle, a moon shy.” "And how often, during that time, have you found yourself working alongside this man, under stressful conditions? How frequently have you accompanied him on assignments?" Mikh’a thought about this for a nonce, and then said, “Not every mission, but more than one and I’ve never seen him lose his cool or panic, or even take hasty action. It was Osric who kept us calm when we were being hunted and threatened with eradication by the Immortal Flames not ten moons back now. I was not there for every single one of his missions, but I wasn’t absent from all of them either and I was home for the aftermath of them.” “Not there for every mission, then. Very well, very well. What of leave? Time off. The myriad bells not spent in service to the Immortal Flames. Early mornings. Evenings. Downtime, as it were. How often were you in the accused’s company…” Dieter turns and sweeps out a hand to take in the defense table, “...while not at headquarters?” The calico gave Dieter a very strange look. “We spend as much time as two people that live together would normally spend, but he does have a mate, and they have a kit, and there’s more to his life than just---” he stopped. Dieter raised a hand to forestall the calico. “Master Korofi, please answer the question. How often did you spend time with Sergeant Melkire beyond the walls of the Dauntless estate?” He continued to squint at Dieter. He did answer. Mikh’a chewed on his thoughts for another nonce and then said, “Are you asking if we spend every waking moment together, Ser?” “I am asking whether you are confident that you are well acquainted with the majority of the sergeant’s dealings, his associates, his routines. Are you?” “Then say so next time.” he gives Dieter a baffled look. “Of course I’m not saying that.” “Then, Master Korofi, I must ask. If you are not well acquainted with the man’s going-ons… is it possible that Chief Flame Sergeant Osric Melkire might have clandestine meetings with questionable individuals without your knowledge?” Mikh’a gave Dieter a thin smile then. “I suppose if you want to twist things in that regard. If you so choose to demonize him in that way, then yes. In the same way that we do not know of your possible clandestine meetings with people of ill-repute, Osric may have his own as well.” “Ahhhhh.” Dieter steepled his fingers as he faced Mikh’a. “Alas, I am not on trial. Osric Melkire is.” He turned and began pacing again. “Master Korofi, I have the most recent public records with me. Those of the Dauntless, that is. So that I may not need to bore Their Excellencies with tedious reading… were you absent for a period of approximately two moons not too long ago? An absence for which you were taken to--” “Objection!” The Elezen rose, “The Lieutenant’s personal travels are not within the scope of this trial.” “Sustained.” Dieter grumbled, then resumed. “Master Korofi. Could Osric Melkire have met - repeatedly, perhaps - with the assassin Blizzard Yuko under circumstances which would have left you unawares?” He tipped his head to the side and considered Dieter. It was obvious he didn’t understand why the man was saying what he was saying. “Like I said before.” Mikh’a says. “When you spew circumstantial assumptions of course there’s a chance.” “Life is often full of circumstance, Master Korofi. Are you aware of the Hatalali Incident?” Mikh’a squinted as he thought about it. “The mission the Dauntless went on?” “This predates that mission. Predates the sergeant’s service with the Red Wings, in fact.” “Objection your Graces, again, relevance.” Evangeline glared at Dieter. The Flame Marshal rubs a temple, “Dismissed, But Lieutenant Dieter, you’ll need to show this knowledge is relevant to the case at hand.” ““Your Honors, Master Korofi, after four consecutive cycles of service with the Immortal Flames, Sergeant Melkire defied direct orders and slaughtered two score men and women within the depths of that dreadful place. Master Korofi, if the man has not shared his darkest secrets with you, how are you so confident that he has been a forthright, honest, law-upholding citizen and soldier of this state?” “You are wrong, Ser.” Mikh’a said quietly. His gaze did not falter as he stared Dieter down then. “You assume Osric has not shared this information with me - I said nothing to indicate he had not, I merely asked if you were referring to a mission our company had been sent on by the Immortal Flames. I am aware of this incident, and it does not change my opinion of Osric in any capacity. Men do terrible things in their past, it does not make them incapable of change. To hold this against him for the rest of his days would be pointless, and to use this incident in an attempt to hang him here and now would mean you should need to dredge up every single Immortal Flame service record -- after all, if one man must be tried according to a long finished incident, so must all of them.” Dieter turned to Mikh’a, his hands clenched tight into fists at his sides. “Master Korofi, I put to you that Osric Melkire is a repeat offender. Would you agree?” Furrowing his brow Mikh’a said, “No.” very firmly. “I would not agree.” “You would disagree despite the record?” “I have agreed that one incident has occurred.” Mikh’a defended. “And I have agreed that somewhere at some time during some point there is a slim possibility that Osric went left when he should have gone right. I have not agreed to anything else.” Evangeline raised her voice, “Your Graces, the Lieutenant is not on on trial for past matters.” The Marshall shook her head, “No, but questions to determine character are admissible, this exchange will stay on the record.” “No further questions, Your Honors,” interjected Dieter as he smirked and strode back to his table. “I believe I’ve made my point.” Mikh’a watched Dieter retreat to his table, still baffled by the man’s reactions. As the Lieutenant sat down again, the calico turned his head to Evangeline and then the judging bodies expectantly. Evangeline nodded to Osric, “The defense calls Sergeant Osric Melkire to the stand.”

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Dust. We are as dust, all of us. He could not help but think that the sands of Thanalan were to blame for such morbid thoughts. Perhaps he'd been sequestered within the Black Shroud for far too long. Perhaps he'd grown soft, or else accustomed to the peace and tranquility he'd come to know within the past few moons. Perhaps he'd come to prefer the forest that teemed with life to the desert which spurned it. A dust devil crossed his path a good hundred fulms down the road. He paused in his tracks and smiled as the small whirlwind split in two. One vortex carried on in more or less the same direction; the other came right at him until it closed the distance down to a mere half dozen fulms or so. As the cloud resolved into a man, Rotunda Crow resumed his journey. Soon enough, an old Elezen fell into step alongside him. "Captain." "Pierre." The two walked in silence for a time. "If I might inquire... how fared the Amdapor expedition?" Rotunda snorted. "Poorly. 'twas a fool's errand. We unearthed no relics, recovered not a single tome. What few opportunities we chanced upon were not worth the risk. As abandoned civilizations go, the Lost City was rather surprisingly devoid of ancient artifacts, and the sole voidsent we encountered could not have yielded to me the answers I seek." "Nothing to aid us in the campaign against Epinoch? Wasted time, then." "Wasted time? ...I would not call it so. There is something growing now. A seed, perhaps. Portents of changes to come. Were I prone to optimism, I would claim to have struck up a rapport with Hearer Summerfield." The White Needle looked taken aback. "The conjurer?" "The same." "She is anathema to our kind! The risks--" "--are mine to take. We will need someone of her repute, with her standing, stature and renown. Until then, she may yet be of some use to us, for there is more to the Lady Liadan than she presents to the world. That much was made evident when she plucked me from a near reunion with the abyss." That was not mere wind. "...." "Ah. You witnessed that." "...I did." "How did that feel, knowing that you could do naught but observe?" "I was... uneasy. To stand idly aside... I wish you would not give such orders, captain. You are too important to lose." "We had little choice in the matter. As you said, they are anathema to our kind. The resurrected might walk in their midst without fear of detection, but not so the damned." He scoffed. "Besides, Sarangerel stands ready to take up your leash, to assume the mantle of leadership should I ever fall... however fleeting a time that may prove." The Elezen nodded in acknowledgement. The pair fell silent again as they walked on down into Camp Drybone. Half a bell saw them to the local inn and into Rotunda's private chambers. The scene which greeted them upon their arrival was such that both men, given to decorum though they were, were too stunned to catch the door before it fell shut behind them. Ortolf Forgehands, highlander priest of the Fist of Rhalgr, held Khuja'ya Zhwan, abhorrent poacher of the Shroud, aloft by the neck. The man's large hands were clenched tight over the Keeper's throat. A futile effort, that. Crows did not need to breathe. The Maw fought back with tooth and nail; fangs and claws sliced into the Gyr Abanian's accoutrements. Their struggle saw them tumbling from wall to wall as the monk slammed the male into the stonework again and again, as though it were possible to knock the dead unconscious. Pierre Glaisyer cleared his throat. "Captain...?" Rotunda stepped forward and snapped his fingers. The two Crows flew apart to opposite ends of the room as though each had been shot forth from a cannon. The Keeper bowled through a pair of wooden chairs before disappearing beneath the chamber's sole desk; the highlander struck the stone above the cot and was held there, as though pinned against the wall by an unseen force. "What is the meaning of this," the Voice hissed. Snort-ridden cackling from beneath the desk. "One sun, two sun, task o' one, Zhwan got it done!" "Shut your mouth, whelp!" "Red stone, yellow stone, big man's blind, now he's boned!" "Weren't my fault, I ain't given the bairn a second gods-damned--" "HE HAS WHAT?!" "--a stone, a second stone, don't know h--" A second snap sounded out. The highlander slid to one side and up into the corner, as though that unseen force sought to drive him into as tight and confined a space as possible, to grind his flesh and bones down into powder. Something shrieked, a loud high-pitched keening as Ortolf's jaws fell open and his eyeballs bulged with the pain. Onyx flames licked at his fingers, at his limbs, at his hair. The smell of brimstone permeated the rest of the chamber and leaked out from beneath the door into the hall beyond. "I was quite explicit," the Voice hissed again as Rotunda Crow seethed where he stood. "One for each pawn. No more, no less. Certainly not him. ESPECIALLY NOT HIM!" "--I don't know how--" "You have been NEGLIGENT! You will RECTIFY this, Forgehands, or so help me yours will be the next soul I feed to the Void!" "--yes, yes!--" Rotunda Crow dropped his hand, and the air pressure dropped back to the usual. Ortolf Forgehands collapsed onto the cot below... which promptly broke beneath his weight. "You have a fortnight to take this new stone from him," growled Tengri Geneq, "or I will visit each of your descendants in turn and purge them from the face of the earth."

[align=center] "If he can bring himself t'share with me what he knows, I can leave him in peace." "Fine. That is fine. I will speak to him. But you are far too trusting. If he does indeed mean to... harm you, I will do what I can. I can only do so much, however." "If he means me harm, he'll need more than he's got. Do remind him that I don't serve Thal these suns. He'll be dealin' with Rhalgr's own Fist." "Then we are agreed? Know that you are consenting to the eternal damnation of over two dozen men and women. I believe, however, that you are worth it. You have a part to play." "Damnation? Merely their decomposition. I doubt they suffer much, already being dead." "Suffer? Perhaps not. But this would be their hope that I am crushing." [/align]

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Evangeline placed her hands on the desk and slowly rose, “Private, you said you believe the Sergeant paid an assassin to kill the victims of this case. Is that true?” “It is.” She nodded, “So you thoroughly investigated this silver haired man, found every person who might have been in his company, and narrowed them down until you were confident.” She paused on that word, “Absolutely sure, that the Sergeant, out of all the people this assassin might have known or associated with; That only the only person who could have hired him, was the accused. Is that correct?” The small woman frowned at Evangeline. “I am confident that I have identified the most likely employer of the assassin.” “That is not what I asked, private. Answer the question. Did you thoroughly investigate every possible associate of this man with the same thoroughness you did the accused?” “The male has few known associates, ma’am. Gideon North was questioned quite thoroughly. One Brynnalia Callae--” Evangeline cut the woman off, “A yes or no will suffice, private.” Haruko narrowed her eyes. “No.” “Thank you.” She nodded, “So is it fair to say, that there could be another acquaintance of this assassin, one that you are either unaware of, or did not thoroughly investigate, that could have an equal or greater body of evidence against them?” “No, that is not fair to say.” Evangeline tilted her head, “Oh? I thought you just said that you have not investigated every possible lead with the same fervor that you have the sergeant.” She tapped her cheek, “Can you perhaps, divine the unknown? Do you have skill in Astrology?” “Objection!” interjected Dieter. “Badgering the witness!” “Overruled,” The Flame Marshal barked, watching with amused eyes. “You may continue with this line of questioning.” She nodded at the Blade, “Private, answer the question.” “No,” Kokojo grumbled, “I cannot and have not.” “So then, if you do not know the full body of evidence for others.” Evangeline cleared her throat, “How can you be sure the case against the Sergeant is the strongest? After all, a man’s life is at stake.” She smiled at her, “This is no time for guessing.” “Because, ma’am,” Haruko finally explained, with no small measure of relief at being allowed to speak at last, “I consulted with each and every Blade who would give me their time, I visited each and every shop and stall and emporium and Byregot knows what else, questioned the owners, over the course of my investigation. I have scoured the city up and down and concluded that the only three associates known to Blizzard Yuko were Gideon North, a woman by name of Brynnalia Callae, and Osric Melkire himself. The assassin is an unknown quantity here in the Jewel, ma’am. No, I have not asked everyone. But I feel confident that I have asked enough.” Evangeline smiled, reading back from the transcript, “I have scoured the city up and down.” she tilted her head, “By this city, you mean Ul’dah, correct?” Haruko raised an eyebrow in confusion… and consternation. “Yes, that’s correct.” “You accuse my client of sending money to this assassin through the city of Limsa Lominsa, is that also correct?” ‘Yes, ma’am.” “You already think this man works in multiple cities, how are you so confident you understand him after merely looking at one?” The Lalafell closed her eyes. “My jurisdiction does not reach as far as Limsa Lominsa.” “So you do not know what might have gone on outside this city? Is that correct?” Haruko opened her eyes and glared at Dieter. “Yes, that’s correct. My investigation is still pending.” Her tone was full of ire. “Yet this trial is not.” Evangeline nodded, “So we shall have to proceed with what we have.” She cleared her throat, “Is it possible then, that another party hired this assassin, but it was merely done outside the scope of your investigation?” The little lady opened her mouth as if to speak, then hesitated. She looked to Osric once more. Her next words were soft and low, reaching only the bench and Evangeline herself. “I hope so.” Evangeline smiled warmly, “Yes or no will do.” “Yes,” voiced the Brass Blade aloud. Evangeline nodded, “As Limsa Lominsa is out of your jurisdiction, was any investigation done one scene at the address the Sergeant’s money was being sent to? Was there a stakeout? Shadowy figures seen taking the money?” Haruko perked up and straightened in her seat. She snuck a triumphant leer at Dieter before she answered. “I have associates within the Yellowjackets that were made known to me by the accused himself, back when I was his acting corporal. I contacted them and they looked into the address. There was a single parcel of coin. Fifty thousand. There was a stakeout. No figures were seen. No one appeared to collect.” Evangeline nodded, “So what basis is there to suspect this was coin for an assassination, rather than any of the other myriad reasons to send coin? Was there a contract enclosed? A hit list?” Kokojo looked crestfallen at the next series of questions. “The accused’s mother is known to have relocated to Gridania some half dozen moons past.” “That is not the question I asked, Private. A man’s life is at stake. Why must this have been coin for assassination?” “...circumstance, ma’am, by way of known association.” Dieter rose from his seat. “Objection! I object!” The Marshal shook her head, “On what grounds?” Dieter looked lost. “...ahhhh--” The Marshall nodded, “Overruled, the defense may continue.” Evangeline exhaled, “So then, is it fair to say you have no proof, that solidly links these payments to an assassination, as opposed to say…” Evangeline gave a sad look to the court, “A guilty and forgetful son?” Osric, struggling very, very hard not to burst into laughter, lowered his head until his forehead rested on the table. To everyone in the courtroom, he merely appeared contrite. Haruko smiled faintly. “Yes, that is fair to say.” Evangeline bowed, “Thank you for your time, private.” She returned to the table and rubbed Osric’s back comfortingly, “The defense rests.” Haruko sighed with relief as she descended from the stand and found herself escorted out of the room by the bailiff’s deputy. The Marshal turned to regard Dieter. “The prosecution may call their next witness.” Osric turned to Evangeline and whispered, “That was amazin’, barrister. Think the rest’ll go as smoothly?” Evangeline looked as smug as an Elezen can look. Which is incredibly smug. “They likely started off with their best witness, hoping to color the mind of the bench for those to come. Without that momentum, I think the rest of their roster will seem paltry indeed.”

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