Melkire

Well... at least his name is appropriate, even if he ain't Garlean himself. What with fiddling while Ul'dah burns, and all that.

...I'm telling Hutarin. I'M TELLING ON YOU.

Cues. The word is "cues". ...I like to imagine that this is what's going through Roen's subconscious:

This type of scene is what comes to mind whenever I hear anyone say or read about how they can't seem to find roleplay, or start roleplaying, or make roleplaying connections. My brain jumps to, "do you randomly approach people with bad openers that make you sound like an adolescent male with a distinct lack of good pick-up lines?"

...please tell me that that is a deep, deep tan. Or a sunburn. Please. I need to know. Because reasons.

To clarify: play the class you like! Just know that that you'll have an easier time leveling something else first... and hey, you could play both as you progress! That's one of the nicer things about XIV: you're not locked to a single class or specialization (unless you're playing the Arcanist jobs, Scholar and Summoner, and even then you're not locked, merely suboptimal). I will never grow tired of hearing this, IC or OoC. :lol:

First thing's first: reach level 10 on your archer, complete the level 10 class quest, then go pick up any of the following (Marauder, Gladiator, Conjurer, Arcanist) and level one of those to the level 50 cap instead as your first class. You will thank me later when: 1. You come to understand that wait times for DPS queues for 4-man instances can be atrociously long. 2. You learn that every subsequent class you level after the first is capped will receive a permanent and substantial boost in experience gained from each and every activity, each and every time. 3. You appreciate how in demand and well-rewarded tanks and healers are (faster queue times, bonus exp and gil, all meaning you'll hit 50 that much sooner), especially given that there is a new and overwhelmingly popular DPS class on the way that will clog the DPS queue that much more. 4. Playing as a tank or healer will better acquaint you with FFXIV's PvE aspect, meaning that you'll later prove that much better a DPS for your knowledge, experience, and application of said knowledge and experience. Welcome to Balmung.

We just need FFT gear in general.

Sorry, in my mind "dual-wield" means your main hand plus one of anything else (non shield), not just swords. As in you can dual-wield two swords, or you can dual-wield a sword and a dagger.

I could live with the ability to just double-wield over dual wield. Even the description of Gladiator specifically says they can either use a shield or focus on their sword. Dual-wield...? Oh God, no. An offhand, please, not another sword. *shudders at the thought of the sudden influx of Drizzt clones* Two-handed weapons for GLA/PLD would also be amazing. Change Shield Swipe to read "Riposte", and Shield Bash to read "Pommel Strike".

A main-gauche for the GLA/PLD offhand slot. Change Shield Swipe to Offhand Swipe and Shield Bash to Offhand Thrust. I know I'm not the only one who wants this or something like this. Where are my medieval bros at?

...I'm telling Alveo.

"This is obstruction of justice," the inspector stated. "I have no idea--" "--what you're talking about," snarled the two Brass Blades together. Black Brush Station wasn't particularly busy. It was a late afternoon that saw the sun rapidly descending from its zenith. Traffic was dying down, merchants were closing up shop, folks were turning in, and the local authorities had a collective stick up their asses. Osric sighed. He knew stonewalling when he saw it; either his luck had gone rock bottom or the Twelve had a sense of humor, because the men stationed here were more belligerent and obstinate than usual. Approaching the officer in charge had made for an... interesting... conversation. Or lack thereof, as the case had been. "There been any commotion here lately?" "No." "Less grift t'go around?" "No." "May I speak with the--" "No." So he'd bided his time, clambered up a series of crates and barrels to seat himself atop a low retaining wall and waited. His eyes scanned the station, the stalls, the aetheryte, the men, the women, the gear, the goods... everything. He waited. The cook eventually sent a scullion over with a plate for the evening meal. He politely declined. He waited. He slept. Bells upon bells upon bells. He waited an entire sun. Morning came and went, as did midday. He waited. Then, having seen what he'd needed to see, spotted what he'd been hoping to spot, he slid down off the wall, brushed himself off, and walked over to one Brass Blade in particular... which was how he'd found himself speaking with two of them. "Gentlemen," he said, "it works like this. Since I arrived and stood vigil, you've spent the evening, morning, and midday meals together, out of sight, out of mind, abandoning your usual circles. On that basis alone, you've aroused my suspicion. The fact that you're both nursing various injuries - a broken hand, a split lip, a welt - hasn't helped your case, either. Given your apparent lack of cooperation, I'll have no choice but t'file for a warrant. As I am an official inspector--" Liar. Shut up, I'm selling it. "--there's no question that I will get what I want... and here's the clincher, gentlemen: whether or not I'm right, in the end, your superiors will see you suffer for causin' trouble and bringin' attention to their work here." He glanced between the midlander and the highlander with a raised eyebrow, as if to ask, "do you really want that?" The former's scowl deepened, but the latter... the latter bit into his lower lip, his face contorting in concentration, in thought. Osric smiled up at him from where he sat on his haunches. "Oooooorrrrrrr," he drawled, "y'can tell me what y'know, I don't file for a gods-damned thing, and we all go about our lives. No report, no harassment." The two traded a look from behind their fly-masks, then eyed him carefully. "Aye, there was a wagon here," spat the one who'd introduced himself as Raffe. "Confiscated a few suns back from some smugglin' pissant who ain't worth his weight in tuco piss." The one named Louvel snorted. "Some bitch what used tae run with us--" "--thought she'd buy us off, didn't she? Bribe us to look the other way, while she made off with it." The sergeant smirked. "So y'tried squeezin' her for more, and she beat you both down." Raffe grimaced. "Didn't say that." "Didn't have to." Louvel cradled his wrist as he spat to the side. "Ruttin' coeurl thinking she owns the sand she walks on. Redheads... ain't worth the trouble. Ya'd think havin' all that red sheared off would've learned her." His companion snorted. "Women... ya alright, inspector? Ya lookin' pale there." The "inspector" was anything but "alright". The color had drained from his face, a sickening knot had formed in the depth of his gut, and a dread chill had fallen over him. He had to force his next few words past the wooden block that had somehow lodged itself in his throat. "The name," he rasped. "The woman's name." The highlander glanced askance at him, eyes narrowing into a squint. "Deneith. Roen Deneith." Shite. Shite, shite, shite, shite, SHITE. He shot to his feet, turned his back on the two Blades, turned a deaf ear on their feigned concern, and walked away. Out the gates. Across the tracks. Down the path. When the trance finally broke, he found himself passing the Coffer & Coffin. You're not ready for this. Light, you're not ready for this.

And she goes trolling through sewers for rats. Beautiful work.

Technically speaking, that is a forehead-to-circlet touch.

It's funny that you should say that, because this went unnoticed by me, IC and OoC, until such time as I was posting the picture. I was going to be all, "oooooo, whose room is Roen in?", but then... yeah. That was for emphasis, bitch! They were having a very serious discussion. Hmph.

Osric didn't have the heart to tell her. She'd have been so embarrassed.... YO. BUTTON UP, GURL!

Welcome! 1. Up to you. RP population is larger on Balmung. That is the one indisputable fact. You'll hear a lot of contrasting opinions on just about everything else. 2. See the stickied threads listed here for naming conventions for the different races: http://forum.square-enix.com/ffxiv/forums/491-Lore Race-specific lore is a bit trickier. Dig around the forums here and on Square-Enix's site to find various tidbits. 3. Edit your Search Info to include "RP" and "walk-ups welcome", walk around the major cities, use the "/emote" chat command to write custom emotes so you move about to provide interesting hooks for others to interact with you, respond to RP-FC and RP-LS advertisements in /shout, sign up for events and/or activities here on these forums, etc. The Linkshell section of this site is rather invaluable for finding FCs and LSs, as well. 4. Could try posting another thread in the Making Connections board here, something to the effect of, "Looking for RAF"... or just ask about. Assuming RAF stands for Recruit a Friend, ofc, and not Royal Air Force or something.

Actually in the very same circumstances you can achieve the same results with: Leather Wristguards Hard Leather Wristguards Goatskin Wristguards I was completely unaware that those items existed. Learn something new everyday. These also achieve a similar effect... http://xivdb.com/?item/8238/Cuffs-of-the-Divine-Hero http://xivdb.com/?item/8244/Cuffs-of-the-Divine-Light ...though they are PGL/MNK and ARC/BRD exclusive, respectively.

Big, big, big, big waaaaaaterrrrr....

Lies, or else the patch notes were mistranslated. Bard's patience decreases by 50% for two minutes. This is accurate, though. Decrease of 100%. An increase in I.Q. does not correlate to an increase in common sense. Jump will remain the #1 cause of death to Dragoons.

You're telling me.

...when did this become an recruitment thread? >_> <_< PSA: There is, in fact, a LS kept for the purposes of coordinating these events. There has always been such a linkshell. In the downtime between story arcs, it serves mostly as a channel for OoC and PvE chatter, but its original purpose was and still is to serve as a facilitating tool. Invitations to Tentative Allies go out as needed, when needed. (As a matter of fact, you were both members during Askier's original story arc, Saga of the Wind-Swept Sands; I'm kind of surprised that you've both forgotten)

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