Melkire

I'm back from absentia, so Rotunda's definitely available for weeknight evenings and weekends in general for any abductions or mini-events. ... *licks blade*

*spams /taunt and /chuckle*

"Crikey, wot a beaut we've got 'ere! It's an exoneratus garlemaldus, one of the most exotic an' dangerous woild animals o' the Western coast!" Eight years since he passed and it is still. TOO. SOON.

Keikaku doori.

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I posted a gif in 2.38 thread :c I should have specified "male MNK", seeing as how they're different. >_> <_<

My sympathies. I've felt this particular pain one too many times in one too many MMOs with one too many of my peers. Shh. No tears, only dreams now. Also, dem DRG and WAR poses for drawn weapons. Unf. Can someone please post the MNK one?

... ...... ......... :lol:

Someone on Skype told me that this thread had been denounced as cursed and that all the ships are sinking. [align=center][/align] [align=center]I call bullshit. [/align]

Melkire sat at his desk with two distinct envelopes, filled with two distinct sets of parchment, cradled in either hand. On the left: orders. Orders to depart post-haste for the Ring of Ash. According to his papers, the sergeant routinely in charge of Amalj'aa relations, one Anzio Zansio, was currently unavailable and therefore unable to tend to his duties. Osric didn't buy into that tripe for an instant: Zansio was Yataghan, and the Yataghans, though a relatively reclusive lot, were exemplars of service. If his fellow sergeant was unavailable, it was because Command had made him unavailable. This was likely Swift's latest scheme to breed redundancy in the grand company: the more Flames the beastmen grew accustomed to, the better the relations; and if every unit had a liason available to send to the Amalj'aa, all the better. On the right, though: a register. An in-depth listing - compiled, kept, and maintained by the Maelstrom - of every known smuggler, smuggling crew, and smuggler's vessel to have sailed the Rhotano Sea, the Strait of Merlthor, or the Sea of Ash within the past six cycles. The register contained detailed descriptions of appearances, activities, and suspected whereabouts of many of the listed entities. He'd had to call in too many favors and pull too many strings for his comfort to acquire this packet, but he'd deemed it necessary. The logic had been irrefutable: each and every word that Roen had let slip had led him to the conclusion that her associate was neither a local merchant nor a more exotic cousin from the north. Not Gridanian, most certainly not Isghardian, Ala Mhigo was no more, and Sharlayan had not been heard from for far too long... which left Vylbrand. Limsa Lominsa, or one of the lesser ports. Osric pressed the envelope in his right hand up to his forehead and closed his eyes, thought long and hard. Something was still not right, something in Roen's story didn't quite jive with reality. The one question he kept coming back to was this: Where's the profit margin in his personally retrieving relief supplies from the Blades? There was none, of course, which raised another question: Where's the profit margin in shipping only relief supplies? Again, none, which led to: What else had been confiscated? He must have been shipping something, something he couldn't afford to lose, something that had been mixed in with and hidden amongst the goods for the refugees. Osric did not believe in altruistic businessmen; in his experience, there was no such thing as "true" altruism when it came to finance and capital. Whatever that unknown commodity had been, it seemed reasonable to assume that it was inherently related to this sudden push for reform. When Osric had presented the possibility of reform to Roen sevendays ago - more than a moon now, to be honest - she'd seemed disinclined, and he couldn't bring himself to blame her for wanting distance from a corrupt and seemingly unsalvageable city. So what changed? Something, some notion, some idea had captivated her... or some one. This associate, perhaps. Anyroad, what mattered wasn't that it had happened; what mattered were the potential repercussions. In his experience, there were no honest merchants from Limsa who'd go out of their way to mire themselves in politics this way... which meant a smuggler, or a pirate. Goods said smuggler. Smuggler meant there'd be records to be found with the Maelstrom.... so here, now, the envelope in his hand that he'd be taking along with him, that he'd spend bonfire-lit evenings poring over, committing the contents to memory. Three suns. Three suns spent half a desert away. Roen, you'd better step lightly 'til I get back. He'd already called Kanaria over their personal linkshell to let her know where he was going, already notified his company where he was going by note. Osric did not want to be here when the captain learned that the commander had gone over his head by taking away one of his soldiers, even if only temporarily. Erik would not take this well. Chief Flame Sergeant Osric Melkire stood, dropped both envelopes momentarily onto his desk, walked over to his armoire, retrieved his soldier's uniform, pulled the overcoat on over his Red Wings doublet, pulled on boots and gloves. He hated formal dress, but the situation called for it. Beastmen relations... touchy, those. He plucked the two envelopes from atop his desk, tucked them under his arm, and headed out the door.

Brace yourself for the very likely possibility that this is exactly how they've done it.

...I merely regret that I can only dye the smallest portion of the Gryphonskin Jerkin... whereas the Warwolf Jerkin of Aiming has a lot more surface area that can be dyed. please don't hurt me

http://xivdb.com/?item/6826/Warwolf-Jerkin-of-Aiming It's like a Gryphonskin Jerkin but exclusive to BRDs. I've been jealous ever since I saw K'nahli's screenshot and looked it up. Especially since the Warwolf chestpiece for MNK is yet ANOTHER Darklight model. Ugh.

Hugs, hugs, hugs! 2.38! That's next week! (EDIT: "Confirmation" from a community rep... maybe the title for this thread should have been "as good as confirmed for 2.38") このように表示されますので、ご安心ください。 A very rough Google Translation: It will be displayed in this way, please do not worry . Courtesy: http://www.reddit.com/r/ffxiv/comments/2g8cw8/hug_emote_coming_in_238/

Well, shit. Did not know that. *glances around mischievously* *throws Jana towards Kage*

Tempted to sign up for a full-body painting... ...but am going to wait for gunner because mmm muskets yes.

Kahn'a should still be around. EDIT: By which I mean he can surely point Jana in the right direction to meet the "new" crop of heroes.

Been watching my roommate play this on his PS3; trying to decide whether I want to hop on with my account and play as well. He's only a few hours and a raid (instance?) or two in on his... ranger? Think the class he chose was ranger. Has a throwing knife. Anyway, game looks exactly as advertised. Halo-looking MMO FPS with a bit more color a la Borderlands, a slight Mass Effect feel to it, etc. Quite frankly, I'm not impressed thus far. Standard CoD-esque sprinting with nifty space-boots doublejump, ADS, etc. Monster variety (read: mob diversity) is not impressive beyond some neat vocal effects. The bosses don't look very engaging (watched him put down Sepik Prime or something last night, plus the spider-looking tank monstrosity before that); gameplay for those encounters comes down to "sit behind cover, then peek out and poke for crit damage". I'm reserving judgment 'til he gets further in, because so far everything looks like vertical progression with no lateral customization besides "which one of these gun types do I want to be using". Disclaimer: I'm the sort of person who'd be gushing over this game if the movement was more reminiscent of Doom or Starsiege: Tribes and the weapon and monster variety were truly impressive. Alas.

Speak of the voidsent, and they shall appear. Osric circled around the stand at the end of one particular aisle, maintaining a respectful distance lest a certain someone take umbrage. His eyes looked up and down over the displayed garment, scanning for any stains, torn seams, poor stitching. He found nothing; the trenchcoat was immaculate. Approximately his size at the shoulders, long enough to drop down past his knees, a nice solid shade of brown... and sitting on the shelf next to it were a pair of black boots and gloves. The quality of the coat, though... I've seen Od'hilkas at his work. Finest craftsman I know when it comes to leather... and I don't think even he could manage such. The hells did this come from? Nah, nah, better question: why haven't I bought the damned thing already? "Tch." A purposeful stride carried him back towards the front; as he reached the door that led into the backroom, he turned to glance back the way he'd come, taking count of the aisles, then he knocked on the wood. "Oi, Tarot! How much for the fancy piece o' work what's standin' at the end o' aisle four? The one that looks like somethin' y'plucked from the leatherworkers' guild in Gridania. The boots 'n' gloves, too, how much for those?"

Too many possibilities to list them all, but I'll certainly try. Friends Askier Mergrey - Whether by accident or in a fit of rage, this is a distinct possibility. The Garlean's been a monk far longer than Osric has, holds a distinct advantage by way of gear (explosives, magitek arm that shoots bullets, etc.), is a developing thaumaturge... yeah. Askier could and certainly would if the Keeper managed to outwit the Midlander. Endemerrin Rosethorne - Osric's mentor when it comes to mastery of hand-to-hand combat. Odds are likely that Merri'd feel responsible if the Hyur ever abused his teachings. Erik Mynhier - The captain vouched for a soldier. No doubt in my mind that if the two ever truly clashed, Erik would put Osric down in a heartbeat if he deemed it necessary. Kanaria Galanodel - Only person on Hydaelyn for whom Osric would willingly die for. All she'd have to do is ask. Sizha'to Chalahko - If anything were to ever happen to Kahn'a Od'hilkas, and Sizha'to could rightfully pin the blame on Osric, there'd be a reckoning. Enemies C'kayah Tia - The most likely individual to one day be responsible for Osric's demise. The clear and present danger that is this Seeker's potential animosity is gnawing away at the back of the Midlander's mind, making him worry. Every attempt so far to contact and and thus reconcile with the Tia has failed. Jameson Taeros - Osric doesn't know it, but this man's far more of a threat than he appears to be. The prim and posh exterior is, in part, a cultivated façade that hides something vicious, brutal, and capable. Terrifying, really, that Jameson is as well-versed in close quarters combat as he is in addition to being so well-connected. Rotunda Crow - The new vessel housing the soul of one Adin Adonis, a Garlean officer who holds Osric and co. responsible for thwarting his plans and causing his death. Zhavi Streetrunner - Matters are coming to a head. It's possible - just possible - that, if hostilities continue, Zhi might come out on top. It'd be less a matter of who can call in more favors, and moreso who can call in the RIGHT favor.

Nah, it's more cuirass-gauntlet-and-sabaton looking. It's the Heart of the Sworn area next to the Alchemist Guild. You can only get in there while doing the introductory Ul'dah storyline. When you go in there to talk to Owain and Papashan after facing down the thieves and the voidsent, there are several Sultansworn lined up. One is wearing a cuirass-looking set in some sort of goldish color.

Excellent resource, thanks for putting this together!

Yes, that. Thank you.

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