Melkire

Couldn't DRK use both great swords and great axes in XI? Weren't they also scythe users?

Must... level... crafting classes... faster... for dapper clothing...

I'd say it works the same way it does in-game: denominations as seen with Allagan pieces, which iirc are still used by Eorzeans for trade. Allagan tin piece = 25 gil Allagan bronze piece = 100 gil Allagan silver piece = 500 gil Allagan gold piece = 2,500 gil Allagan platinum piece = 10,000 gil

...whoops.

Did any of the parties at Fanfest attempt a /kneel at hard enrage Zantetsuken?

"Oh, for--" Osric sighed as he pinched at the bridge of his nose. "Twelve above, does this street ever go a sun without a fresh corpse?" The sergeant raised a hand and flicked his wrist, motioning the Brass Blades forward. He walked down the alley with them just far enough to take Kanaria gently by the shoulders and draw her aside, towards the far side of the street. Once they cleared the scene, he turned to her and fell down onto his haunches, the better to look up into her eyes, searching them out of concern. "Aight. They're goin' t'need everythin' y'know. When and where y'found the body, have you handled or tampered with any of the evidence, if you saw anythin' suspicious like a suspect, everythin'." "Sergeant?" He muttered under his breath. "Yes, Rand, I'm comin'. Trade with me, will you? Ask her the usual." A dozen paces found him shoulder to shoulder with the highlander, who all but growled the details to him in a low tone of voice. Baritone... no, bass. Big man, deep voice. "Turned him over. Bloke was stabbed to death. Repeatedly." "So?" "So word throughout the service is, you know knifework better than most folks in this city. Certainly better than me and my men." "...I'll take a look." They passed each other, Osric ducking back into the alley, Rand sidling up to Kanaria with a sudden change in gait that could almost be called a strut. "Miss." The Brass Blade crossed his arms and leaned against the palace stonework. "Mind sharing with ol' Rand what you saw?"

...ooooooooh. That went completely over my head, even after Yoshida mentioned Nolan.

Atma drop rate confirmed being adjusted in 2.4, courtesy the dev panel.

Osric scowled. Like hells am I goin' t'let you traipse up 'n' down Thanalan impersonatin' an officer, scrag. "Can't be done," was what he said aloud. "If it was one o' them soldiers' uniforms y'were after, them overcoats with those dull brown lapels what ain't got a lick o' color in 'em, then maybe. But an officer's? Hells no. Tight under lock 'n' key, and it'd be treason t'hand them out like that. I ain't havin' that traced back t'me; I'm not the one known t'be Crooked." He pushed off the wall and made his way back out, circled around to the front of the Emporium's counter. He undid the wrap on his purchases and started inspecting the various blades one by one, sighting along each edge. "I'll get you one o' them bottles o' dragonfire for your Nameday, Tarot. Mayhap you'll share a shot or two with Moggie." He slid the last, the pesh-kabz, back into the little loop on the inside of the wrap. He popped the lip on the perfume, lightly sprayed his wrist, and sniffed at it. "I'll take another throwing knife, instead. Gods knows there's no shortage of archers and mages whose concentration needs ruinin'."

YAAAAAAOOOOOO!~~~ H1XdkHvdn24

A little more detail (as fast as I could capture the Q-and-A's) and a little more centralized: Q: How do you explain hovering monters? (pugil, jellyfish) A: They have extra bladders (double bladders). Second bladder used for floating. Evolved defensive mechanism. Q: Why are the Allagans so huge? (Xande and Amon) A: Xande and Amon are the only two that huge. They did a lot of genetic experimentation. They wanted to be closer to the gods. Tower of Babel sort of deal. Q: Ramuh does not seek to temper to gain followers. So why are there so many touched sylphs? Why are there any at all? A: Some of the sylphs are a little bit crazy. Some of them offer themselves up to Ramuh for the sort of strength and devotion they see in other beast tribes. Ramuh accepts those that do; he just doesn't force dominion. Q: Will we learn more about other Archons' pasts, like with Thancred in 2.2? A: Yes, we will. Please look forward to it. Q: Has there been a slow revival of White Mage and use of Succor, or is the main Player Character the one and only WHM outside of the Padjal? A: You, the Warrior of Light, are the one and only chosen to do this. (Oda: There are other ways of getting white magic. There are other groups trying to revive white magic using nefarious means.) Q: Was West Shroud destroyed by Dalamud, or does it still exist? A: West Shroud was destroyed by Dalamud and yet it still exists. Gridania still trying to clean it up. Q: What happened to the City of Amdapor, where are its inhabitants? War of the Magi, what is the name of the 5th astral era nation of black mages which went to war with Amdapor and Nym? A: Can't give the name of the third nation (I don't know). The people that survived that war and the flood fled to the area where Belah'diah is. Q: How old is Kan-E-Senna and why is she the only one who looks like an adult among the Padjal? A: Late 20s (spiritual age). In the case of Kan-E-Senna, when she came back to take over the Grand Company, she's making herself look older than she is so that others take her seriously in the light of strong leadership such as Merlwyb and Raubahn. Q: How did Company of Heroes come away with victories of Titan and Leviathan without being tempered? A: Tried to overwhelm with numbers. Sometimes with hundreds of soldiers. First wave tempered, first and second wave fight/kill each other, third wave comes in, etc. Q: Are there any constellations in the night sky of Eorzea with any story to them? A: Was planned for 1.0, there are constellations up there. Ishgard: astrologians, observatorium. Heavensward, will hear stories there. E.g. Monitor movements of the dragons by the Dragonstar. Q: Goblins, qiqirn, considered beast tribes. What do they worship? Are there associated primals? A: Don't know. Can't say. Q: Circle of Archons, what do the tattoos on their necks mean? A: Archons, multiple eras of history. Nearing the end of an Astral Era, when a calamity is building up, people of the past will come to warn Eorzea. Not the same people, but they're historically called Archons. I.e. Circle of Knowing, because they warned the people, became known as Archons. Tattoos explained in 2.4 Q: Only see Hyur midlander children. What about children from the other races? A: They're there. That locked door you can't get through? They're there. There are Elezen children in Gridania. Those are there. I was told there'd be Miqo'te children in 3.0. Eorzea is filled with things like gigantoads. Do you really want your children running around gigantoads? Q: Thal's Bloody Balls. Origin of this expletive? A: Stressful life in Eorzea. A lot of swearing is based on religion. Blasphemy adds strength to words. Eorzea has twelve gods they can use when they swear. Thal rhymed with Balls. Oda said he wanted something longer in Japanese. Naldthal? How about making it a double-aspected god. So underworld god got merchant aspect added, so Fern could use "Thal" to say "Thal's Balls". During Square's quality assurance check, all pop-up text bubbles needed to be filled in completely even if the final text wasnt ready. So Fern filled all these bubbles in with 300 "Thal's Balls". Q: What does Brangwine want with adventurer's goods? A: He wants what everyone wants, he wants money! Q: Natural-born Garleans are either unable or do not use aether. Why is this? A: They are genetically unable to. They kill the leaders of other nations, then assume leadership over the peoples. Even with all the information on magic that this gets them, they are genetically predisposed to not be able to use it. Q: Why don't male Highlanders have eyebrows? A: (To be answered on stream)

Never been this hyped for LOLDRG until now. ...Viangaa, lol. Nice one, Square. Doubt we're getting Viera yet (if ever), Yugiri seems more a Bangaa.

But why? Why always the nakedness? I'm too used to losing my clothes to dragoons. NEVER AGAIN.

I had better reasons. Tall enough to fit my chin and jaw over Coat's shoulder? YES.

It's an altered Divine Light/Hero model. Same as how the skywatchers (is that their name?) are wearing white-dyed Hussar's/Fistfighter's.

Crrrrrrrriik. He frowned, reached for the key on his office desk, and undid the clasp once more. He spun it once, twice, three times around the first two fingers of his other hand, then took hold and snapped the cuff closed again. Crrrrrrrriik. The key again, the one in his right hand; the keyholes, the ones on the handcuffs; a simple twist of his wrist and a turn of tumblers: freedom took due process, whereas imprisonment was a simple matter of a moment's pressure. He snorted. How completely opposite from the city to which he'd sworn service. In Ul'dah, an arrest required strenuous effort and undue cost, whereas freedom for the unjust was a simple matter of a moment's pressure - be that gil, connections, influence.... Never expected symbolism out o' the likes of you, Nat, 'specially not t'this extent. The chains that bind us... they go both ways, don't they? And there are so many kinds... loyalty, duty, obligation, employment, grievance, grudge.... He pocketed the key, then threw the manacles onto his desk, stared at them over his steepled hands. Your choices, your actions, your resultin' history, your growing reputation... these things bound you, the cuffs you made yourself, the ones you entrusted to.... The midlander buried his face in his hands and broke into laughter. Gods, you were never that complicated, troublemaker. You probably just meant t'tell us somethin' along the lines of, "just fucking do your jobs already, morons". Suppose you never did learn.... He shook his head as he pushed himself to his feet, pulled his coat off the back of his chair and drew it on over his shoulders with a shrug and a quick tug of the lapels. He walked around his desk, boots echoing on the wooden floorboards. I'm a soldier. I'm not law enforcement either... A moment's pause. He sighed, then smirked as he turned back, plucked the handcuffs from where they sat, and stuffed them inside his coat. ...but mayhap I'll make an exception. Just this once. Sergeant Melkire closed the door behind him as he left.

Hnnng. Quicksand in Qarn HM and high/low tide in Sastasha HM... I'm suddenly excited for the new dungeons. Hnnng. Dat Rogue Thief. Hnnng. More Royalist vs. Monetarist conflicts in the MSQ. My body is ready. It's more the other way around: Monks are forced to piggyback off other classes' models and textures. If it's not a DERP EYEPATCH, AF gear / myth recolor, the Rank 38 PvP Hawkwing set, or Coil gear, most pieces of post-50 Monk gear are slightly altered models/textures. See the past six dungeons: Fistfighter's is a slightly modified Hussar's, and Divine Hero is a slightly modified Divine Light (WITH EYEPATCH). Bards and Dragoons at least got something unique in Shikaree's and Divine Wisdom.

Ain't nothin' makes for a rough day so much as this intolerable heat. He tightened his grip on his knuckles. A triple, two high, a snap, a side kick, a straight, all while giving his footwork his utmost attention. He worked the striking dummy over, pummeled each and every exposed ilm of wood as he circled around the post, each blow with the brass cracking and splintering his target... then a burst of pain flared up in his leg, and he gasped as he stumbled. His hands found his left knee as he sat down, panting. Shite. Shouldn't have lept that ledge last night. Teachin' D'lyhhia what it means t'survive in a gods-damned footrace ain't worth cripplin' m'self further, what with... No. No, he wasn't going to dwell on it. He'd tell Kanaria sooner or later, once he worked up the courage, but allowing what he'd seen in the ingot to paralyze him with fear wouldn't do a single soul any good. He sighed with relief as the cramping muscles finally let go, and ran a hand up and back through his now-sweaty hair. The air was starting to cool, though. A quick glimpse away from the walls of Scorpion's Crossing towards the horizon confirmed that the sun was, indeed, setting. 'bout time, then. The sergeant was slowly, painstakingly pushing himself to his feet when the linkpearl in his left ear, the one he rarely if ever took out, went off. He frowned as he held a finger to it. "Ossy?" "Yes, love?" "I need your help..." A pale-haired woman, sad, downcast, walking the length of Emerald alone, shadows nipping at her heels with teeth. "Where? Are you--" "No, I'm safe. We'll talk when you get home." "Alright, darling. Meet you there." "Love you, see you soon dearheart." "Love you, too." Now to pay off that runt, Gigiyon, for the damages before making his way home.

I don't see how this could possibly be a faux paus. If one was to to suddenly delete their character without warning or explanation or giving others an opportunity to account for that change in their own stories, then maybe. This just sounds like you'll be RPing more with a different character.

Honestly, the best way to hop into soldiery right now from your first fresh 50 is to either purchase an i70 weapon from the marketboard or get your relic quest done to pass the i50 requirement (make sure your accessories are i49 if at all possible), then hop into Crystal Tower (Labyrinth of Ancients). That currently gives you 200 myth a run and the zerg raid has enough folks in it that you'll more often than not be carried to victory regardless of how horrid your alliances are (screw you, Atomos mechanic). That also nets you i80 gear while you build the myth for i90. Partway through gearing up through CT, you can hop into Hard Mode dungeons and start nabbing soldiery (along with more i70 and i80 pieces which will include accessories). Once you're in full myth/i90, you can start decking out in soldiery via Expert Roulette.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE So cute!!!~~~

((The story outlined here was copied almost word-for-word from in-game events. Enjoy.)) "C'kayah," came the distorted buzz of a voice over the linkshell. "Now a good time for you?" "As good a time as any. I'm here specifically for this." "Meet you at Gold Court." "Alright, Osric, I'll see you there. And... thanks. Again." "Don't thank me for a shite situation." "The survivors always have to make the best of the shit, Osric. You know that." C'kayah Tia turned towards the pair as they approached, his expression grave. "Osric", he said. "Kanaria." Osric Melkire nodded back. Kanaria Galanodel smiled politely to Miqo'te, giving a nod of her head in greeting. "Ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be", he said. "Where is... she?" The sergeant inhaled slowly. "I'll be takin' you to Jenlyns, makin' the introductions - as if you need one, with your record and history - and if he acquiesces to the request, we'll see how things proceed from there. "And your predictions? About what'll likely happen afterwards?" "If I'm with you, and you pose no threat to the sultanate, they don't have a leg to stand on." Melkire grinned. "You did say you were legitimate now, no?" The tia nodded again, a hint of a satisfied smile on his lips. "Chartered, even." Kanaria Galanodel lifted a bow, as if to ask 'really?' but didn't speak a word. Osric whistled. "Comin' up in the world. Alright, let's go." "After you", C'kayah purred. The sergeant smirked to himself as they walked up the steps to the Chamber of Rule without so much as a second glance from the 'sworn standing on guard. There were advantages to irregular uniform, the advantage in this case, namely, being an instantly recognizable figure. Minutes later found them before the chambers of one Ser Captain Jenlyns Straightblade. Melkire nodded to the 'sworn standing guard at the door, who prompty turned, knocked, and peeked inside to announce their presence. "Enter," came the familiar voice from within the office, both to those standing outside and the Sworn who had peeked in. Osric glanced back at C'kayah and Kanaria, jerked his head towards the chamber, then strode inside as the 'sworn held the door open. A dozen paces took him well within the chamber; there, he stopped, snapped a salute, and announced himself. "Sergeant Melkire, ser, with a request." C'kayah followed Osric into the chamber, standing next to the Hyur, regarding Jenlyns calmly and silently. Kanaria slowly followed the males and slipped in, closing the door behind her. The wall beside the door found her back, taking a lean against it while watching both Ossy and C'kayah for a moment before turning her attention to Jenlyns. Jenlyns Straightblade sat behind his large desk, the piles of parchments about him seem taller than usual. He also seemed more wearied than usual, his blonde brows tugged low and his blue eyes narrowed. He glanced up at the Sergeant, whose face was almost an expected sight of late, but he cocked a brow when two more entered. His movement with quill came to a pause. Jenlyns slowly set the quill down, folding his hands. "I suspect you have an explanation for this, Sergeant. Speak." "Yes, ser. It's regarding Natalie, Captain. There are... certain obligations owed to one's loved ones when one passes on, ser, in the name of decency and compassion. Particularly to those who were once... conjugal, if you'll pardon the term." He stepped lightly to one side, right arm sweeping out, palm up, to gesture to the male next to him. "C'kayah Tia, ser. He would... like to see her, one last time, for closure. He came to me hoping for an introduction and a chance." C'kayah nodded, stepping forward but otherwise remaining silent. Jenlyns exhaled as he leaned back on his chair, his attention turning to the Miqo'te. "Very well. Are you the one they call C'kayah?" His expression was neutral, but his gaze was sharp. He was looking the man up and down. C'kayah nodded again, a faint smile on his lips. "I am," he said. Jenlyns curled one corner of his lip cordially. "I usually pay no mind to the relationships of those in the Order. But Mcbeef's relation with you was...rather known." There was no judgment in his voice, just matter-of-fact. "My condolences." The tia bowed then, though his smile was fading. "Thank you", he said. "Whatever else might be said about her, she'll be missed." "Indeed," the captain nodded. "Very well, none others have come forth, I suppose you can be as close to her family then. I have not seen Kiryuu about. She deserves respects to be paid in her passing." His voice remained calm, even though his expression took a somber turn. "Kage might not come," C'kayah admitted. "He and Nat had fought, not long before she was killed. He's always been his own worst enemy, and I think that's keeping him away now." "Mm," the captain hummed, steepling his fingers. "Such was Natalie's turbulent relationships with..." he paused. "Well, I suppose her apprentices as well," he said thoughtfully. "No matter," he flicked a glance back at C'kayah. I am glad she will have some visitors regardless. Death is never kind, but lack of remembrance can be a cruel thing." He nodded again, his eyes meeting the Hyur's. "Thank you for understanding", he said. "I don't think I can really express what this means to me." Jenlyns gave a glance to the Sergeant. "I trust you are vetting for him, Sergeant Melkire?" "Yes, ser, though given his history as a known... well... I'd still suggest a pat-down. That's neither unreasonable nor untoward, is it?" Osric glanced sidelong at the tia. Jenlyns gave Osric a wry look, as if he had already expected that to have occurred before even stepping foot into his office. C'kayah, though, raised his eyebrows and looked over at Osric, snorting sardonically. "You afraid I'll steal her?" Melkire winced under Jenlyn's rightful disapproval, then looked back to C'kayah. "More worried about what y'might leave behind once you're alone. Come on, man, if you're here in good faith, what does it matter?" He stepped around the tia to stand behind the male and smirked. "Unless you're uncomfortable with my hands, o' course." The male held his arms out from his sides, rolling his eyes extravagantly. "Only for you", he purred. Jenlyns just watched patiently. Hustings Strip was oft a high security area, although that was something that an Immortal Flames officer did not usually have to deal with. Osric started with the arms, then worked his way down. He pulled out an ornate silver flask for a few moments, uncorked and sniffed the contents, then replaced it in the Miqo'te's coat pocket. A fine silver chain adorned with bells, he gave only a cursory glance before returning it... but he held up a clay ball with a frown as he sniffed it; it smelled faintly of bitter herbs. "Hells is this?" "Kh'irah," C'kayah answered. "For relatives of the deceased. It's a Coeurl thing." Kanaria watched and couldn't help but bite back a giggle as her Ossy-kins patted C'kayah down. Osric looked askance at the tia. "You wouldn't mind if we held onto this while you visit, would you?" C'kayah frowned, his brows furrowing. "It's Kh'irah", he said, iron in his voice. "It helps the spirit to be mindful of Thal's realm. Nymeia's flatulent buttocks, Osric, she was a Coeurl for a while. At least let me do this right." Melkire grit his teeth and nodded as he slipped the ball back into the pocket. He worked his way further down, finding only a heavy purse, which he removed for just long enough to scrunch up in his hand, feeling the contents for anything that wasn't shaped like coin. Jenlyns just slowly raised one brow, watching the exchange. He studied C'kayah carefully for a moment, before he glanced back to Osric. The Flame brought the man, the captain was content to have the sergeant carry out the clearance. "...remind me why you need your purse again?" "Because I'll need a good many drinks after I'm done in there, and I'd rather not have you arrest me for stealing them", he purred, looking into the blank visor of the taller man. Osric smiled. "Kanaria," he called as he tossed the purse to the woman. "Return that to him when we're done here, eh?" Kanaria reached out her hands quickly and caught the purse. "Uh..." She lifted a brow and looked down at it. "I don't see why... mm. Yes, ser." The sergeant stepped aside and turned to Jenlyns. "Clear, ser." C'kayah adjusted his coat, brushing down the lapels with his hands, then looked over at Jenlyns, waiting for the man to speak. Jenlyns nodded once, his gaze going from the Hyur male to the Miqo'te and back. "You can have one of my men show him to Ser Mcbeef. Just ask Conner outside. She is being prepped for burial on the morrow." "Thank you, ser." A sharp salute, then the sergeant turned on his heel, nodded to C'kayah, and made for the door. "Thank you", he said, turning to Osric and following him out. Kanaria shifted slightly, her delicate finger fiddling with the sack in her hands, feeling the coin within. She looked up and nodded to Ossy, then followed. Jenlyns watched them leave. "She was always loyal to the Sultana," he said in parting. "The Order will honor her." C'kayah turned a curious eye to Jenlyns, then followed Osric. The sergeant passed outside, party in tow, and turned to the 'sworn standing guard outside. "Need to speak with a Conner? Captain gave us leave to visit Mcbeef tonight." The 'sworn nodded to his opposite number standing across from him on the other side of the office door. "I'll take you," said the man as he gestured towards the stairwell leading up towards the Heart of the Sworn. The sergeant fell in line, beckoned the others to follow with his fingers. "That went better than expected." "I'll admit I'm a little surprised." "You and me both." Conner led them to the door opposite the Heart and traded a nod with the lalafellin on duty. As the little one unlocked the door, the 'sworn in attendance turned to them. "He can have a moment alone with her if the door stays open. If he wants it shut, he'll need at least two others with him, myself and another." Melkire glanced at C'kayah and tilted his head in lieu of a raised eyebrow. The crime lord shook his head. "You can come in", he said, "and the door can stay open." The 'sworn nodded as the lalafell stood aside. "After you," the man intoned with an arm raised in invitation. Osric leaned back against a nearby column. "We'll be waiting out here." C'kayah nodded and made his way almost reluctantly inside. Conner followed, but only so far as to step into the chamber proper and stand at attention by the door, eyes distant as if seeking a horizon. She lay on a table in a simple tunic and leggings embroidered with the symbols of her profession and her calling. C'kayah's eyes flickered to the ground, then he went to stand next to her. "Nat", he said, his voice cracking. "Why in the seven hells did you have to go and get yourself killed for? It wasn't time. Gods, Nat, it wasn't time..." He breathed deeply, then he placed his hand on her forehead, brushing her shock of orange hair with his thumb. He brought his lips to her ear and murmured something to her, his eyes blinking rapidly a few times. After a minute, he removed his hand and kissed her forehead. His eyes went to her feet, clad in light slippers, her ankles showing. He nodded, moving to fasten the chain of bells around her left ankle. The bells made a tiny sound, then he straightened. "Menphina guide your feet to Thal's domain", he said, his voice cracking. "Dance for him. I never got to show you how, but you'll know." He squeezed her ankle, then turned and walked out of the room, his eyes shining, his face rigidly composed. He paused to look at Osric, then nodded. "Thank you", he said. "I'm done here." The sergeant nodded back. "Of course. We'll walk with you to the Quicksand." He turned to Conner just long enough to blurt out, "M'thanks to the captain," then he fell in step behind C'kayah. Kanaria Galanodel glanced to the side and into the room but tore her eyes away, fingers clutching the bag. So she hated the sight of seeing her there, even if she hadn't really liked her. She sighed softly and slowly released the bag from her tight grasp. Lavender hues tipped up, gazing at C'kayah. "I'm sorry for your loss C'kayah..." she said softly before moving up to him to hold out the coin purse for him to relieve from her. Osric swallowed. "If nothin' else, believe us when we say we can imagine how you must be feelin'." C'kayah nodded, swallowing hard himself as he accepted the purse from her. "Thank you", he said softly. "You'll have to excuse me, I suddenly feel the need to be alone for a moment." The couple exchanged a glance, then walked off down Scholar's Walk without a word, leaving the male to himself... and to his grief.

My favorite reload animation is still Doom 2 Super Shotgun where he just shoves two shells in the chambers with one very taut fist. Quit giving Askier ideas, damn it.

I just use "son of a coeurl." "You coeurl!" I may have dropped a "Thal's Balls and Oschon's Staff!" at one point this past week...