Melkire

Sudden price hikes for somnus.

Oh, that bit about shyness was just in general, not directed at you specifically. :thumbsup:

*peeks head in* *glances around* *whispers* Hail Lala. *disappears*

Not every RP FC has an application / application process, not every RP FC has a website, etc. There's a wide variety of RP FCs out there. It's on the individual to go look for and find one that suits their preferences and needs. Best way to go about it? Ask. Just... send people /tells and ask. I know it's hard as hell for shy people, but... this is the internet. No one knows who you are. And if your character / your RPC handle happens to gain a bad rep or something along those lines, you can always discard and draw. In-game, look for people with "walk-ups welcome" in their Search Info. These people are usually very accommodating to begin with, so asking them about their FC, what they like about it, etc., should be fine.

What is the Echo mechanic? I'll take Things Melkire Hates for $1000, Alex.

Garleans also get by due to their tech. Their overreliance on such likely stems from their inability (or poor ability, I'm not familiar with their lore) to channel aether.

Flare gu- *remembers the Titanic and the Californian* ...never mind.

:angel:

...which base was "kissing" again?

DRUM & BASS!

The Moment of Truth. My very short text file log that captures this moment is titled, "FLAT OF THE BLADE, JUSTICE SWING". The aftermath. Kahn'a is NOT a happy kitty; he is a very TORN kitty. Natalie Imbruglia a go-go. Collar removal. What a pair of softies. They even left me explosives. This... could have gone a lot worse than it did.

You'll have to form a queue if you want to Summon Roen. Then you can have the penne alla arrabbiata. #EddieIzzard #misquotes #SummonRoen EDIT: FUCKIN'. NINJA'D.

"It's hard, bein' everyone's friend." The Coffer & Coffin with Liliana... "My name is Kiht." Oschon's Torch, the Keeper woman... "See, now, this is the part where we're getting in way over our heads." Castrum Occidens, Master Rosethorne... "They likely were sendin' a message. Summat 'long the lines of, 'look, we're Blades now and actin' completely out o' character, send help'. That said... that said, sometimes the mask becomes the face." Pearl Lane, hand in hand with Aya Foxheart... "I AM FUCKING TALKING! If you don't want to believe me, that's your problem." Aya's studio, C'kayah... "Ser, what would constitute proof in your eyes?" "I need more than tales and guesses. Witnessed meetings or documents. Presence of foreign interest that he works for!" The office of one Ser Jenlyns... "What does the word... 'feint' mean to you?" "Gamble." The Eyes, Barbarccia Valadis... "Don't you dare give up on me, not after the hells we went through. Saravena needs you. Kanaria needs you. Kahn'a needs you. I need you. Don't you... don't you fuckin' dare die on us. We're your friends, and we love you, you son of a coeurl, so FIGHT IT." Crescent Cove, spoken to a flayed and broken Askier... "I love you." Anywhere, everywhere, said to Kanaria Galanodel, over and over and... "No harm will befall her if you obey." The railroad tracks of Thanalan, Jin'li Epinoch... "I am under every rock." Osric Melkire jolted awake with a cry and a grimace, startled, one hand raised against the sudden brightness that blinded him. Where was...? The light faded, and above him stood Ser Captain Erik Mynhier. Osric gulped audibly. Right. That's right. This was Red Wings Headquarters. He'd snuck into the Goblet from Thanalan, found his way here, picked the locks on the front door, snuck downstairs, and collapsed against the staircase, fallen asleep in utter darkness. "...Ser." Mynhier scowled down at him. "What are you doing here?" Osric rubbed at his eyes with the sleeve of one arm, then pushed up and off the wall with the other as he came to a stand... The highlander's scowl wouldn't let up. "I need to check the locks in holding too, I suppose." "...the... the cells? At the Hall? Uh... no, ser. A, uh, a close friend helped me out... might need some masons to patch up the walls though." The captain blinked at him. "How?" Osric blinked back. "...boom?" Mynhier raised a finger to his ear, activating his linkpearl. Osric's hands found their way to his face, covering it in abject horror. "...no need for that, ser. Please? I'm... I'm going t'turn m'self back in. I just... just need t'see to something first, ser. And I'm the only one who can. I want to end it." Mynhier ignored him. "Was there a break?...... How?...... By the Twelve, what do you get paid for?...... No... No... No search needed, tell your commander......" Erik Mynhier bellowed, and Osric Melkire cringed. "Tell him to pick up his damn pearl!" "...assertive," Osric mumbled nervously. "That's.. that's good...." "Ser Mynhier...... yes, that one.... no, I am not dead...... Listen.... shut your mouth and listen......" Osric shut his mouth and listened, too. He'd broken into the man's place, after all. "Do you know your ass from the hole in that wall?...... I am calling it a Section 9.... do you know that one?.... Yes... very good, that means it's our investigation...... yes.... I do not care what your commander will say...." Osric dropped his hands very, very slowly back to his sides... his mouth fell open, and his eyebrows rose... was... was he...? He snapped his mouth shut again and went back to listening. "Not another word.... patch the wall, and next time you have a high-value prisoner you can refrain from the whores while on duty... Out." Osric put one hand up to his mouth and bit down hard on his wrist to keep from... well, you know... laughing. A snort escaped, instead. Erik pinched the bridge of his nose... "Sorry, ser," Osric whispered. "I wish my men would tell me when they want to do stupid shit. Askier could have just asked and I would have told him I was releasing you tomorrow." "I'll, ah... I'll impress that on him, ser. Took, uh... took Kahn'a and I forever just to, y'know... tone him down?" Mynhier took a book from the shelf of a nearby bookcase. "Now I owe that ass a favor. I will make Askier patch the wall...." "...wish I could see that..." Osric frowned as he slowly realized... "One handed, should only take a month." "...I can't ever go back, can I?" "Where?" "...Ul'dah." Mynhier walked over to the nearby table, sat down, and began to read. "Of course you can, but not yet." "..." Osric took the adjacent chair and sat down. "...ser, I'm going after Jin'li. I'm going to end it. If... if I live through that... I'm yours. At your service, if you'll have me." "Of course you are, on both." Osric bit his lower lip and nodded firmly. "I need sharp eyes for what is coming," Mynhier went on. "And I know the secret to sharp eyes, do you?" "...I wouldn't dare to presume to know your answer, ser." The captain turned his book to show Osric... "Do you read Ishgardian?" Osric glanced at the book, then smirked. "No... but I know someone who does. Several someones, actually." Mynhier stood for a moment, turned around and stared at the room pensively, then sat back down. He read, translating to the common tongue... "One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will, to strive to seek to find, and not to yield." Osric's brow furrowed in thought. "Do you understand the meaning? Good people, who have been harmed by their fate, but who are strong enough to fight back and never give up. That would describe every person who wears this badge." The man laid his badge on the table. Osric looked away from it, stared down at the table top... "I wouldn't call m'self a good person, ser. The things I was prepared to do for the sake of one over many...." Mynhier laid a second badge down on the table. Osric glanced at it with a frown. "I would disagree," said the captain. Osric looked up at him, confused. Why would he...? "Who were you protecting?" Osric shut his eyes against the sudden tears. "...the woman I love... he collared her too, ser." "Did you save her? "Told her to make her way here, ser, the night... the night I almost... I told her, 'go to their headquarters. Stay there. Wait for Askier. He can save you.' Because, ser..." He opened his eyes and stared into those of the one man he was willing to be judged by. "I couldn't." He very nearly choked up, but he pushed his way past the lump in his throat. "I... I couldn't, ser." "Neither did I... but would you turn on the world?" Melkire pinned Mynhier with his eyes. "For her? For Kahn'a? For Askier?" He let the very soul of himself drip from his lips... "In a gods-damned heartbeat." "Would you save it?" "...I'd try. I'd rather die before letting others come t'harm on my account." "So you were made weak by fate, but still strong in will." Osric nodded, but... he glanced away... "Natalie... Natalie brought us the reports, ser. The casualties. From the poison." He looked back. "We didn't know. They didn't. I didn't. The other night... if I'd made it into Her chambers... I was going to warn her. About me. The others. Our collars. And then... I would've said goodbye." "You would have killed yourself." "Yes, ser. I would have. Because after what that bastard did?" He growled. "I owed him nothing... death, maybe." "I feel you owe him now, yes?" "Death? Hells yes I do. And it has to be me. I know how to reach him. I know how he lives through what others can't. And he'll meet with me." There was the sudden thump of the book snapping shut, and then it was Mynhier's turn to stare into Melkire. "I will offer you what I was going to tomorrow." Osric raised an eyebrow. "Ser?" "You take that badge, you kill this runt, but you bring me his body... can you do that?" Osric stood... faced Ser Captain Erik Mynhier... and saluted like the Flame he still was in his heart. "Ser, yes ser!" "For a long time, I did this alone..." ...Osric glanced down at the table one last time... then picked up the badge before turning back to the captain... "...now I build this family to fight the storm, and I find myself behind a desk... and I find the power there even greater. Bring his body and I will see you walk the streets of Ul'dah free again." "...I'm not going to settle for anything less. I'll, ah... knock next time. I'll need help dragging the trash in." Osric smirked. "And for that, you will be a force, saving the women of others, and never be seen. You will be a shadow. Is that good for you? There are men at your ready with that badge, and your brothers and sisters too." "Ser... after what I've been through, and what I might have faced in light of the 'assassination' attempt... that's not just good. That's perfect. And if it comes with family? That's even better." He saluted again, and turned to go... but Erik stopped him with a name. "The Jewel of the Sands." "...that it is." "Do you know what makes a jewel have both value and strength?" Osric Melkire glanced back one last time. "The gemcutter... and the one who polishes it with love." "The impurity. That is the Red Wings... go." Osric turned back to the stairs, and he rose from the depths to which he had fallen.

Correction: the name of the Horizon Brass Blade Lalafell is Fufulupa. EDIT: Fafaso was the dude I came up with as Swift's aide. >_>

IIRC, the name of the Horizon Brass Blade Lalafell in question is Fafaso. The little fellow is involved in a significant chunk of the Ul'dah Main Scenario Quests, which revolve around him suspecting his current superiors of being up to no good and his sending the MC to find his previous, now-disgraced superior to try and clear things up. What is heavily implied and becomes fairly obvious is that their ultimate superior, Lord Lolorito, is two-facing his Blades: playing the kind, considerate employer for the sakes of those innocents such as Fafaso, while ordering his more down-to-earth, corrupt men in the Blades to be devious, cut corners, apply pressure, etc. Again, I don't remember the exact details, as I went through the text in a rush on my latest Ul'dahn alt, but that's the general gist. I'll run by Horizon when I get home and log in today to confirm the little guy's name is indeed Fafaso. Also, I don't think there were any cutscenes in this case, just a lot of in-game text.

Lolorito is a corrupt, scheming, self-interested scumbag that furthers his own well-being at the explicit expense of others' ... and this is, to the extent of my knowledge, supported by the MSQ. There. I said it. I'm out.

Might not need magitek in my case. Osric has a certain... foreign influence.. in his head that he'd like washed away. Said influence should be enough to provide a thin veneer of protection that's good for one-time use, right? Right? I started a whole thread about this a while back, just to find out. >_>

Osric may or may not be an Immortal Flame for much longer... but it's Ifrit, gods damn it. It's his duty. I'm in.

Well.... After all the dead people. Not sure yet. They're probably both up there. edit: Btw I must know who was -the- Zombie Slayer. Meta Xi, apparently... who still needs to collect 14k gil from me for a total of 30k for the MVP Zombie Killer pot.

So for Osric's birthday, Askier should -not- give Osric a collar that says: "Kanaria's?" Just double-checking here. ...is it made of leather?

That reminds me, I need to glamour that necklace. I am SO done with collars.

He was gasping for breath now, bleeding profusely from his left side. So close... so ruttin' close. A few dozen more fulms, and he would have been through. Would have gotten to her. Would have given her the salute and the loyalty she deserved, and taken his own life. But for this gods-damned man. Warren Castille followed him up the royal promenade, eyes locked squarely on his opponent. He swung for the fences, bringing the flat edge of the blade to bear in the direction of Melkire's head. The man threw his patas up in a desperate attempt to catch the blade, or at the very least to parry... but the strength, momentum, and justice in Warren's swing proved true: the flat caught Osric over the head and sent him sprawling across the hall into the stone railing. The darkness came for him, and he welcomed oblivion.

Meracydia is where the Scholars are originally from, isn't it? As well as the Scourges in T5....

Cris looks like he'd fit right in with any imperial setting. "Glory to the Empire!" *chews out ensigns*