Jancis

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[align=center]"Master Chuta! Pray delight us with one of your stories." Chuta Allfriend flicks an ear and looks around. "I suppose I can do that."[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center] Chuta looks around with a guarded smirk, then looks up to the top of the Monument Tower. "Here's hopin' that this time my openin' my trap doesn't get us rained on, yeah?" Leanne quips quickly, "The rain was enjoyable though..." "'d be more snow than rain though, Ms. Hat." Malisette chuckles quietly, giving a hidden grin. "Last time we chatted, friends, I talked about Nophica and her hard work and determination. The sort'a 'shoulder to the plow' work ethic that led to good harvests, tended land and bount and sustenance. It came up that day that ol' Nophica and Halone sometimes didn't see... eye to eye." Chuta looks back up at the ceiling, as if not trusting it. "In fairness, though, that ain't all it takes to care for and provide for people. You and me all have seen hard times as of late, from the threat of war to the question of security. Eorezea all over is beside herself, waitin' for the foot to drop." "See, for all the good intention in the world, growing corn an' flowers and trees and popotoes ain't gonna save anyone from harm. While Nophica believes in providing for us with hard work, Halone chooses to bless us with cold steel. A fertile field won't deter invaders, but a greatshield will." "Is it any wonder, then, that Halone watches over Ishgard? It's fitting, tailor-made for the Goddess of Battle to choose to inhabit a place of constant turmoil. Halone is represented by a trio of nasty spears, but she is depicted with a shield. For all her Fury, Halone is protective of us." "When folks think'a Nophica and Halone, they tend to think of Halone as the aggressor. Nophica's a sweet farm girl and Halone's a warrior, so I suppose that's natural. But it isn't so cut and dry. Imagine if you were tryin' to genuinely protect someone and all those around you just wanted to plow fields and pick fruit all day." Chuta casts his gaze around the room and shrugs. "I don't blame her for takin' up the mantle of the ice queen, or letting us associate frost and even cruelty with her. Halone isn't a warmonger. She's not out to get anyone. She just believes that protectin' people is worth all'a that." "She's the daughter of the Destroyer and friends with the Wanderer. Don't think she's just foolishly picking fights. Halone represents the decision to do what needs to be done to protect folks you care about. It ain't as 'simple' as jus' growin' crops, or watchin' the seas or weighin' scales. She chose to fight, on our behalf." "I hope she ain't mad at me for sayin' this all, but she shows her love for us all with that sacrifice. She doesn't care what people think of her, or who's side they pick. She knows she's doin' what's right, and that's all that matters." Chuta pauses for a moment to consider that, his gaze dropping to the fire and lingering there. "We should all be so lucky to have someone willin' to do that for us. So, uh... Thanks, Miss. We 'preciate ya." Chuta looked to the ceiling for a moment more, then looks back at the crowd and smiles. "Guess she ain't mad." Chuta tips his head as the crowd applauds him. "Thank you, as always Lord." "Shucks, I ain't got no land, miss." [/align]

At least she didn't get punched. Jancis spread her arms wide as the eggs were swooped out of her grasp, realizing the true power of the over-sized eft. What she had hoped to be enough to lead the beast away was nothing more than a small snack! She didn't fight the urging of the elezen lady, following her along as they headed for 'higher ground', her head turned half the time to look back as the beasts were shoo'ed off by the alpha male. Her hair was truly grudge worthy, perhaps inspiring style in the worst of places, the long lock curling sideways at the tip to make a hook above her head. Her face was completely showing, her engraved scar shining in glistening saliva. The robes were drenched, soaking up the spittal which made the conjurer smell overwhelming. "Yes, yes. I am fine." she replied to Ana, echoing the smile lightly back to the woman. "Forgive me, it was meant more so to dissuade and move the creatures, not rile them up. I must needs continue moving. Dare not want him to return this way." Retreating back to hopefully lose the scent, Jancis scurried back up to the hot springs, apologizing to everyone she walked by as they gawked at her mangled robe and appearance. Climbing far back to the cliff-side, she stood knee-deep in the salty spring. It'd have to be up to the crowd, should the efts return.

As quickly as the carbuncle closed the distance to the braced elezen lady, Jancis widened her steps to meet up with her as well. The 'aroma' was quite pungent and Jancis saved her breath to not yell and disturb the beast further. But in doing so she also didn't do much to announce her presence on approaching Cliaux, coming up around the poised woman from the side in front of her fists, Jancis' arms overloaded with dodo eggs. Awkwardly, finally in range over the noise of the rain and the meandering salamander, Jancis spouted out, "Lady, pray be careful-" She interrupted herself, realizing she was in-between a woman ready to punch, and might do so, and a hulking slime-skinned behemoth from the lake. Was this concert going to become a fiasco? Moments drew themselves out into eons...

Chainmail didn't actually offer much in the way of protection against a piercing attack, the reliance was on the padding people wore underneath for that. Chain was generally used as a force displacer against slashes such as against an axe or sword. True, but I'd still would like to have seen the armor than trust that this guy's half-draw pierced armor grade chain mail. Definitely agree with Dogberry on this one. Even though chainmail is suppose to help break up a slashing and bludgeoning attack, the strength behind his arrows can't be much and his close range for the special moves is a bit much. But then again we have aether and imagination! And this video is great for inspiring ideas on how to spice up shooting an arrow or dealing with many foes in RP! Another classic is I love watching Conquest, it's more realistic, but gives some great framework and background on weapons.

Hm hm hm... Big thank you to a very special IC present of music!

[align=center]Jancis smiles warmly, looking around at the group. "I am, ah, particularly happy to hear our first song. It is quite an honor to present for you all. Oscare?"[/align] [align=center] Oscare Iono clears his throat. "I -- uh -- hello." He scratches at his throat. "I've got a song for us all here, it's a pretty fast and short song, so you won't see me up here for very long. But I hope you enjoy anyway."[/align] [align=center] Oscare pops open a case around his shoulder, brandishing a beautiful, reflective, ebony guitar. [/align] [align=center]pSOkN7oRfCU Oscare starts strumming on the guitar, closing his eyes to focus. After a few practice strings, the man sits down and starts his performance. "♪ When I wake up bathed in sweat at night and," "♪ I cannot tell what's real and where the dreams end," "♪My one savior calls my name and gently conquers the storm," Oscare starts off strong! His fingers flow smoothly through the guitar, taking a rest before continuing. He opens his eyes to reveal his lively lavender glowing eyes. "♪ I know there's a safe haven where my prayers are answered, yeah," "♪ But we both realize -- that forever will die," Oscare hesistates for only a second to continue the song, seeming to collect his thoughts first. He looks expectantly among the crowd... and smiles. "♪I am gonna be here, right beside you, I'm the one who will never leave you," "♪"I will hold on throughout the darkest storm, I am gonna be the one you can count on," "♪We've got the power to turn the dark to light," Oscare takes a calming breath, seeming to have gotten over whatever anxiety got him at first. His voice becomes stronger -- a more confident tone. "♪When I have you by side it feels like I am blessed in a way I've never known, yeah," "♪But I know it's not forever, and the day, the good times like sand slips through our fingers," "♪And somewhere the reaper's counting out our bells, but it's all right, yeah," Oscare stands up straight. Everything about him is purely natural now -- his singing, his motions, his music. He has complete control over his guitar, strumming away. "♪Though you and I, my friend, we've seen how it ends," "♪I am gonna be here till the end, yeah, you and I, till the final breath;" "♪I will hold on throughout the darkest storm," Oscare turns his smile into a grin, took straight forwards and making sure his voice projects in the finale. "♪I am gonna be the one you can count on, I'm the one who will hold on to you," "♪We've got the power to turn the dark the dark to light," "♪I am gonna be the oo~~~neeeeee" Oscare holds the final tone, making one final strum with a smooth finish. A silence followed afterwards, and the man bows. The group erupts in applause, Jancis stares for a minute, smiling as she claps for perhaps a little too long. "Sorry if that was a little too quick." Oscare says as the crowd claps. Namaka replies, "Those were lovely words, yes." Tristanaux smiles, nodding in approval. "Ah... there is little as pleasant as song." Oscare puts away his guitar, stepping down the stairs and out the door. "Oh, 'e's gone..." "... Oscare?" "Didn't seem much for praise." Coatleque makes a straight face at the hostess. Jancis blinks, noticing Cici's looks. "Ah! Yes!" Recovering, the celebration continues.[/align]

That was a big salamander. Jancis stared across the old stone road at the beastly amphibian. The conjurer had a habit of gathering up discarded papers to use, even if it meant pulping down and mashing back into parchment, and came across the flyer. Interested at music and anything that said 'a new experience' piqued her curiosity. Growing closer to the crowd that was also looking, she heard the complaints. "Well, that big chunky lizard is just RUDE!" came from somewhere. Just rude. Surely the creature did not realize the problem it posed. Trotting up the steps to the hot springs and the tavern there, Jancis pulled whatever gil she had out and asked for dodo eggs. They were so common on the island, and she got some awkward looks when she asked for them raw. Failing to haggle well at all and the merchant quick to see an easy target, they agreed, selling off half a dozen of the spotted eggs. Heading back to the gathering crowd the plan was simple. Eggs were a tasty treat. Surely it would be a fair trade to the salamander for moving across the way. What could go wrong?

Whee!

A little summer goes a long way.

[align=center]"At that, let us spare no time in presenting Xenedra with our first story. Lady, if you would please."[/align] [align=center]Xenedra Ambreaus stepped forward, smiling, her scarlet coat glowing in the firelight. [/align] [align=center]Many view Halone as hard, unyielding, cold, and in many ways they are right.[/align] [align=center]To truly BE war, of all things, one must be a rock amongst the flurry of emotion and turmoil the word itself invokes. Even those that stand as pillars desire love, though, and so Halone took a lover and his name was Ishgauren.[/align] [align=center]She gifted him with a spear of great strength. It was a wild thing in spirit, the body of the spear curving in waves, over and around itself in roiling indigo with a spine of red, wings of spattered fire, horns of ebony and then tipped at the lance-head with burning frost. [/align] [align=center]She thought it a very fine gift, all at once alive and full of a secret passion, like her love for the man she'd taken to bed. We know this spear now as the Gáe Bulg.[/align] [align=center]The people of Halone's lover were so impressed with him, with the very idea that he could capture the heart of The Fury, that they made him their leader. From then, they called their home after Halone's lover: Ishgard.[/align] [align=center]Unfortunately for the Ishgardians, one who catches the eye of Halone is sure to have a heart full of War itself, and though he was a just ruler, Ishgauren was blind to simple diplomacy.[/align] [align=center]The Prince of Dragons had come to call at Ishgard's gates, humble and kind, despite the monstrous visage he presented to the Ishgardians. He'd come, not from the sky, but slithering on his belly, taking every respectful detail into account in his shrewdness, to ask for help.[/align] [align=center]In truth, the tale is so old now, so shrouded in blood that no one quite remembers what the dragons wanted in the first place.[/align] [align=center]But before the Prince had even finished his request, King Ishgauren spat at his feet.[/align] [align=center]"Cannot the Dragons support themselves? Look at you, a great beast and you coming crawling to my people for support? You'll have none of it. My spear will not lead your charge."[/align] [align=center]He turned from the gate, but paused, turning back to the Prince of Dragons. He considered the beastly monarch for a moment, then hurled the Gáe Bulg, catching the Prince's wings afire. A great roar of loss and torment echoed across still-green Coerthas, bringing a chill to the air, despite the great burning wings at its heart.[/align] [align=center]"This is only what you deserve for your frivolous demands! So you have come, so you shall go, on your belly, Monster!" Ishgauren cried as the Prince took to the sky, flapping and fluttering for all he was worth for the West.[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]It was too late of course. Once he had landed and had his wings tended to, they were mere shadows of the great eclipses they had once been. His people wept great, giant tears for their Prince, so many, so much that they created the lakes in the West past Riversmeet which we now call Ashpool and Banepool. At the center of Ashpool, the Prince came to rest.[/align] [align=center]Once the Draconian people had collected their mutual sorrows and tucked them bravely away, the Prince told them of Ishgauren's spear. They had heard rumors of its source and the set out straight away to find the Goddess of War.[/align] [align=center]It was easy to locate the Goddess. She stood atop a knoll, blissfully watching a pair of brothers bicker over a girl. Sometimes you just had to get back to the basics.[/align] [align=center]The Prince was upon her in a moment, pinning her form to the ground with his mass. He curled his neck, bringing his steaming nostrils close to her stoic features and he growling deep in the cavity of his chest.[/align] [align=center]And she wept. Hard Halone wept.[/align] [align=center]Not from fear, mind you, but from joy.[/align] [align=center]In fascination.[/align] [align=center]In, of all things, lust.[/align] [align=center]The creature before her was perfect, armor clad and full of a fury so intense, she shook at the feeling of it. Then she wrapped her arms around his horn'd head and kissed his furious snout. The prince was stunned into submission.[/align] [align=center]"Beautiful creature," Halone spoke then, "tell me your name, give me your love. I must have you for my own."[/align] [align=center]Stumbling for only a moment, the Prince replied, "My name is my secret, my soul and it is not for you Goddess... unless..."[/align] [align=center]Halone, like a child, sprang his trap, answering immediately, "Unless?"[/align] [align=center]"Restore my wings, Goddess, and give me the power to save me people. Give me the power to take vengeance on he who has ravage me so." And he lifted his wait from her and permitted her to stand.[/align] [align=center]She gasped at the sight of what surely must have been grand wings and tucked her chin in one resolute nod. "You shall have both in one."[/align] [align=center]Again, out of nothing, Halone wound two wild spiralling spears of passion. These two were red and yellow and all of fire and wing. These were the Gáe Buide and Gáe Derg and she entrusted them to the Prince's secret soul. All at once his wings were ablaze, but with his own fire and with Halone's.[/align] [align=center]Without waiting for another word from the Goddess, the Prince shot into the sky and toward the city that had shamed him. [/align] [align=center]The war went on for years, is still going on now, in fact, as most of you probably know. King Ishgauren fell early in the battle, his pride not allowing him to leave the front-lines.[/align] [align=center]His people took his spear and his secret soul and bound them up in holy spells and they still wander the land now in one form of another. Some people call them the Azure Dragoon.[/align] [align=center]And Halone forever watches the war between her two loves, something of a blushing bride at the whirl of passion and hate between their two peoples. In fact, she was so inspired by their war, their first battle with the gifts she had bestowed, she took their likeness for her sigil: three helixing spears aloft.[/align] [align=center]Bowing, Xenedra says, "And so is my tale."[/align]

[align=center] Hand bells ring out, echoing on the rocks outside of Revenant's Toll. "Do welcome you all here, for coming such a long way, and bringing your own display of strength and diligence to this day." "Along with you walk those you bring in your memories and hearts, the emotions created by their impact on our lives, the marks of war we all carry." "This day, like most, we carry them with honor and pride. The peace we enjoy now forged and preserved by war; a high cost for a higher purpose. Today we all walk, showing how we fulfill that purpose. It is truly an honor to be among such." "Dare some of you are braver in the snow. Watch your feet and keep close together pilgrims. There are guards posted along the route, so do not show fear in honor of The Fury." Guards lined the small cobblestone path, keeping wolves and the like at bay with their The pilgrims keep the hands up, ringing bells loudly over the wind, a clear sound to follow despite the lack in visibility. Along they trekked, heads up and spirits high, to Monument Tower. The stone building was vast inside, the hearth in the center making the interior warm, a stark difference to the weather outside. "Huh... guess it's bigger on the inside." "Still warm?" "Yes! I'm quite toasty." "Good! I was worried you might get cold without a hat and scarf." "The locals? They'll love anything that distracts from the cold and the wyrms." "The winters of the Twelveswood are no so unlike Coerthas." Malisette returns the smile and gives a slight incline of her head. "Perhaps leave the seats for others. I'm fine to stand." Tristanaux smiles faintly to Kale, noting, "Some of the High Houses feel more strongly than others." "Which 'ouse is it that ain't mind workin' with adventurers?" "And we are fortunate enough to be in the demesne of House Haillenarte at the moment. And it is House Fortemps of whom you think." Kale nods in thanks for the question being answered, "Heh, I wouldn't know...but cheers..." he gestures to himself, and his chocobo, as if the reason for his oblivion were obvious. Namaka beamed at all the people, siding up next to one whom she felt might need assistance, should they leave the safety of the tower. Chachanji asked, "Ya handlin' th' cold akay, Ms. Hat?" Leanne nodded, blinking at the two lalafells. One of the guards, Alistair asks, "Pardon the interruption but may I ask about if anyone has any injuries from the travel?" Tristanaux steps closer to the near bench, inquiring of Sinette and Victorique, "If you wouldn't mind me joining you?" "By all means, sir." Alexander looks over to the cloak individual that sat next to him before he offers them a nod. Namaka nods to Rina, always giving her bright smile. "It's wonderful, yes!" Leaning in, she whispered not-so-quietly, "I'm protecting this one, but he doesn't know it. Oh! Shh!" "We are honored this day to have one of Halone's own among us, a priest of well known renown. Sir Mynhier, would you please say some words for everyone here?" Erik Mynhier stepped forward, taking the prominent spot on the steps in his clerical robes. "Ladies and gentlemen.... I am Eirikir Mynhier, Priest of Halone." "I would impart some wisdom if I may before we begin..." Cliodhna watches Erik with a soft smile. "It was the start of the Seventh Umbral Era, and the wrath of the Dragon paused, suddenly and unexpectedly..." "All around us, it was as if the world were holding its breath.... waiting..." "All of life can be broken down into moments of transition or moments of revelation. This had the feeling of both." "It is written in the Enchiridion... 'There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way...the war we fight is not against powers and principalities. It is against chaos and despair.' 'Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender.' "I say to you to take hope. The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition, to be born in hope, to be born in moments..... of revelation." "The Fury Shield you all." "Let the gathering begin."[/align]

Hm?

[align=center]~~ The End ~~[/align] OOC: That completes my log for the Althyk event. Big thank you to Dogberry for helping with his own log to recover and have a complete set of the Iskierka fortunes when I decided to crash out... twice. Once again big thank you to everyone who attended and filled in at the last minute to make it one of the most charming events I got to help organize. It was a tough squeeze during the big holiday time, but it still was a very nice event. Gallery is here with all of the edited shots, if anyone wants their own I can dig through the raw images and fish out what I have and focus it on them. http://imgur.com/a/boVb1

[align=center][/align] Lan Darklyn clears his throat. "Miss Milburga, may I have your consent to dismiss my troops?" Jancis Milburga: "Lan. Yes, yes please they have done more than enough. I will surely have a suitable tribute for them in the next morn." Lan Darklyn smiles warmly and bows his head. "Thank you ma'am, I will pass that along to them." [align=center]♪♫♪♫♪[/align] Rosette Montiel: Orchid! Glad to see you made it out. Etheral Orchid blinks then smiles Kairi Phoenix seemed to be on Etheral's arm, chuckling. "Haha." Etheral Orchid: "Was more wanderin and noticed the guardian like and well decided to make myself a shadow, but this lil lass caught me." Etheral Orchid chuckling nodding to Kairi. Kairi Phoenix: "Hehehe, sorry." Kairi Phoenix: "Name's Kairi." Rosette Montiel looks to Kairi curiously, "That so? Quite a catch, then. I'm Rosette." Etheral Orchid blinks then looks off a moment pulling her helmet over her head and letting the visor hide her face. Etheral Orchid: "Not that much of a catch...." Etheral Orchid murmuring softly. Rosette Montiel: Come now...You're quite lovely. Etheral Orchid coughing slightly and looking at her through the visor, it keeping her face hidden. "as you say Miss Montiel...." her voice being softly. Kairi Phoenix: "Somethin' the matter?" Rosette Montiel frowns, "I'm not being too forward, am I?" Etheral Orchid shaking her head, "nothin... I'm fine just feel a bit safer with me helmet on..." she'd murmur softly. Alistair Phoenix scratches his head. "Kairi, I am going to be heading back to the estate. Too many people, too many voices. One mild headache." Kairi Phoenix: "Same here.. I have a headache too." Rosette Montiel quirked a brow, "Safer? You're around friends here!" Kairi Phoenix looked at Etheral. "We will meet up soon." Etheral Orchid: "Of course my friend.... safe paths find you." Kairi Phoenix smiled, giving her a small hug before leaping to the ground again. "Same for you, friend." Alistair Phoenix: "Heading back to the estate, everyone. Enjoy your evening." [align=center]♪♫♪♫♪♫♪[/align] Uni Puma: "successful event sir?" Kairi Phoenix: "I'll be heading back, as well." Lan Darklyn: "Thank you again for your hard work. I'm going to stick around for a bit more." Alistair Phoenix: "Aye, sir." Kairi Phoenix: "To be sure everyone's safe?" Leanne Delphium clears throat. "FLYING SHARK!" Lan Darklyn: "There was not Flying Shark!" Uni Puma: "k boss, see at the estate." Lan Darklyn: "I mean..." Uni Puma laughs at Leanne Starlight. Lan Darklyn: "Uh oh.." Alys Hawke: "Will that be all, ser?" Lan Darklyn nods. "Yes, thank you for your help tonight Sergeant." Lan Darklyn: "A moment please Miss Milburga." Jancis Milburga: "Yes, Lan?" Lan Darklyn reaches into a back strapped to his lower back and withdraws a stuffed moogle. "It's late...But thanks for your gift." Jancis Milburga blinks, reaching out to press her hand against the stuffed figure. "Is for me truly?" Lan Darklyn chuckles and nods. "Why else would I carry a stuffed toy out here. I honestly did not know what to get you, but my wife liked hers so much that I thought you might like one as well. It is adequate I hope?" Jancis Milburga: "Adequate is not a word anywhere near suitable. Thank you. It is beyond adorable." Jancis Milburga beams at the plush, shaking it in her hand to watch the head bobble some. "Thank you." Lan Darklyn smiles warmly. "Well then I should get back. Still plenty of work for me to do. Stop by the estate some time and we can chat over coffee." Jancis Milburga: "I shall. Shall thank all the Harbingers for me; are thought of fondly. Travel safe." Jancis Milburga tucks the moogle into the crook of her arm, bowing. Worren Tigre: "Lan." Lan Darklyn: "Be well Miss Milburga" Jancis Milburga looks away from the fortunes, smiling. [align=center][/align] Rosette Montiel: ...I did not...ruin a moment, did I? Etheral Orchid taking a deep a moment and looking at Rosette, "Safer aye.... call it a comfort thing." shaking her head and chuckling, "We were amusing ourselves. She bet she wasn't lighter than a good friend of mine so was proving her wrong." chuckling softly and rubbing the back of her helmet. Etheral Orchid pulls her spear from the ground and slips it back into the cradle onto her back gently. Rosette Montiel chuckles, "I see. Sounds like good fun. Did you enjoy the performance?" Etheral Orchid: "The singing bits touched a deeper place in me, got me thinkin on a few things...other than that I was more concerned with the Stropers." nodding to her left as they have seemed to strayed away now. Rosette Montiel glances over her shoulder, nodding, "Ah, well, your protection was appreciated. May I ask what sort of things you thought about?" Etheral Orchid: "The deceased... and actions I... regret but understand their need..." Etheral Orchid her voice a scant murmur as she spoke pulling the visor down more, though it was as far as it could go. Rosette Montiel tilts her head, "Forgive me, I don't mean to pry." Etheral Orchid shakes her head slowly, "It's fine... though, it was proven my eyesight isn't as bad as I thought." smiling to her slightly, "Could still pick you out of the crowd from all the way over here, even without me specs." chuckling softly, "Though a lovely face with an even lovelier aura of gentleness is hard to miss in this day and age." her last spoke softly. Rosette Montiel blushes deeply, "And you've such a way with words. Needless to say, I had my eyes on you as well. I felt quite safe knowing your skilled spear was watching over me." Etheral Orchid coughs again and tugs at the front of the visor then raises it slightly to reveal such faint flush in her cheeks, "You are too kind.... especially to a simple spear woman...." she'd murmur then smile lowering the visor again and bowing to her. "Any plans?" tilting her head looking the Elezen woman over slightly. Rosette Montiel shook her head, "Not really. What of yourself?" Etheral Orchid waves her hand about, "This was unexpected, but some botany study. Though that can be put on hold." giving a smile to her. Rosette Montiel blinks, "Botany? Of what sort?" She sounded interested herself. Etheral Orchid: "Oh just the basic." giving a small smile and slowly fumbling into her armor and retrieving and obviously basic book holding it up, "I'm just starting to learn... been making meself familiar with em one by one, findin em and just observing them and looking them over.... in detail." smiling slightly then looking off a moment before taking a slow breath. Rosette Montiel: Fascinating! Etheral Orchid: "It can be... just... hard to find the names and read them is all..." sounding slightly embraced at the last as she scratched her chin with a single gauntleted finger. Rosette Montiel: Huh? How exactly do you mean? Maybe I could help? Etheral Orchid looks around a moment and leans in to whisper before blushing and sighing, "See my problem?" Rosette Montiel leans up, whispering back, "I see." Etheral Orchid biting her own lip a moment and giving a small grin, "Ifin you'd like, I warn ya though.... I'm a slow learner in terms of the book smarts." chuckling at her own expense. Rosette Montiel: It's fine. I'm quite a patient teacher. Etheral Orchid fidgets and smiles to her. "Sounds like a plan..." Rosette Montiel: Great! Rosette Montiel: I'll see you soon then, yes? Etheral Orchid: "I'm usually rarely down this way.... so that is why I was kind of surprised to see the guard caravan going." Etheral Orchid giving a small chuckle. Rosette Montiel: Mm, well, we'll meet again, I'm sure. Rosette Montiel moves in to give Orchid a quick, light hug for a moment, "Farewell then!" Etheral Orchid: "Of course..." giving her a small hug back being careful of her armor and giving her a small wave, "Safety keep you and home find you well." Rosette Montiel: Likewise, dear. Etheral Orchid taking a deep breath and smiling slightly looking down keeping her visor low, "well then....." she'd murmur softly before wandering off slowly. A faint but cheerful hum to her voice as she wandered. [align=center]♪♫♪♫♪♫♪[/align] Koporo Aporo "Th'honest man..." Leanne Delphium giggles. "You're a very honest person, Kopo. Fits you." Koporo Aporo "Sounds 'bout righ'. Jus' wish it were th'same fer everyone..." Koporo Aporo "It'd make helpin' fellars so much easier when they ain't tryin' t'hide their pain." Shas Tarry smiles and looks to Koporo. "Aye..it would be nice wouldn't it?" Leanne Delphium: "Well, I don't make much effort in hide my pain, that you don't need to worry about." Leanne Delphium smirks. Koporo Aporo "Ya sure 'bout that? Ya make passive messages t'me that somethin's buggin ya'll, but ya ne'er tell what it is. Same wit' Crofte..." Koporo Aporo "I know somethin's wrong wit ya, but I 'aven't th'faintest what it is." Koporo Aporo "I'm ignorant, an' I hate bein' ignorant." Leanne Delphium: "Well...that's mostly cause...as I said...I told about them too much. Shas serves as testimony." Shas Tarry smirks confidently at Leanne Delphium. Koporo Aporo "Ya'll can never tell me too much about yer problems." Leanne Delphium: "...Oh well, since, I'm slight happier today...basically, love problems. Uhh...some problems alongside, but." Leanne Delphium: some others* Leanne Delphium: "...That's my major one." Koporo Aporo "Leanne...That's m'problem as well." Leanne Delphium chuckles. "Ah, uhm...gimme a moment." Leanne Delphium puts a hand on her ear. [1] "...L'aenoh?" [1] "Yeah?" [1] "...Bizarre request, but, uhm...since I...destroyed the dummy...could I uh...ask you or...anyone else? To be my sparring partner?" [1] "Sure, I'll spar with you. Little busy at the moment though -- but I'll be up for it next sun." [1] "Sure. Thank you, L'aenoh." Leanne Delphium let her hand falls, sighing. "...WELL! Since I killed a dummy." Shas Tarry laughs at Leanne Delphium. Leanne Delphium: "I just asked to my boss if he can be my sparring partner the next days." Shas Tarry: "That's a good thing, right?" Leanne Delphium: "Well, will surely force myself to hold my own strength." Leanne Delphium: "...Else I will have a broken boss." Shas Tarry: "After th' holidays are over an' all, I'll be givin' a few lessons to Rose on controllin' her anger an' emotions." Shas Tarry: "If ye wan' yer more than welcome to attend as well." Leanne Delphium: "...Best if not." Leanne Delphium: "...With Rose I might do more than break her in half." Shas Tarry blinks. "Huh? Did....somethin' happen?" Leanne Delphium: "Mayhaps her head can go off rolling too." she whistles innocent. Leanne Delphium: "Yup." Koporo Aporo "Leanne..." Leanne Delphium rolls her eyes. "Just don't question. I'm okay. I'm happy...sort of." Leanne Delphium: "Shall not let my good vibes wear off. Koporo Aporo "I'm not happy until yer jus' happy an not sort o' happy." Leanne Delphium: "Gods Kopo...just like Chachan..." Leanne Delphium: "Wonder how you aren't friends." Koporo Aporo "One word: Pig." Leanne Delphium: "Leave the pig be, geez." Leanne Delphium: "Anyway...uhh...whenever you feel like taking your harp and bow...call me, Shas?" Koporo Aporo "I did. I'm jus sayin, that left an impression on' 'im." Leanne Delphium: "I...may...feel inclined to join you." Koporo Aporo "He don' trust me." Leanne Delphium: "Good." Leanne Delphium rubs her neck. "Gah...dunno what to do now...I wish to keep my good vibe going..." Leanne Delphium: "...Any ideas, you two?" Koporo Aporo "Go fer a bath in a hot spring?" Leanne Delphium: "...That could be one..." Leanne Delphium: "Well...I got invited so many times for hot springs...mayhaps...I should accept for once...?" Koporo Aporo "That's th'spirit!" Leanne Delphium: "It would, yes. Uhh...right now? Or at a later point?" Koporo Aporo "There's this nice spring in Upper La Noscea I knows about..." Koporo Aporo "An' it ain't Camp Bronze Lake." Leanne Delphium smirks to Kopo. "I think I will prefer Camp Bronze Lake. I mean...I like scenery...but I love people even more." Leanne Delphium: "....Except certain people." Koporo Aporo "I understand. Let's go now. Ya'll don' mind if'n I bring along Me-" He stops. Leanne Delphium: "Memeli?" Koporo Aporo "...Y-yeah..." Leanne Delphium: "Uhh...well, we could always go other time if she isn't around?" Koporo Aporo "Ya'll could say that..." Koporo Aporo "Let's...Let's jus' go to th'camp..." Leanne Delphium pats his back. Koporo Aporo "Shall we?" Leanne Delphium: "Well, since we're going to bronze lake...lemme get proper attire." Leanne Delphium: "Okay. Well then! Going ahead. And getting late. See you there!" [align=center]♪♫♪♫♪♫♪[/align] Arielia Ryella: "Indeed, Sweet. I've aught to enquire, but first, shall you speak to your friends?" Roysia Stone muttered gently before tugging Arie along. Her eyes moved towards the group to her right, her arm suddenly dropping from Arie as she cleared her throat. Roysia Stone: Speaking of which, you've the free time to help me figure out how to decorate the esta-- Arielia Ryella: "As I asked, Sweet. Shall you?" Roysia Stone: I rather not retell the account. Their deaths are still fresh and you're supposed to wait a week before speaking of the dead. Arielia Ryella: "Nay, Sweet. I spoke of simply spending time in their company." Arie's head nodded in Shas' direction. Roysia Stone 's shoulders dropped a bit as she forced on a smile. "Ah... No... They've made it clear where I stand, I need not stomp toes." Arielia Ryella: "Ah, for shame, Roysia. Shas is fond of thee." Arielia Ryella: "...Leanne, too, given time." Roysia Stone: Yet the other is not. I refuse to harm her further, and you'll not argue the point with me lest you find yourself alone tomorrow. Roysia Stone went to nudge Arie despite her words. "Please?" Arielia Ryella sighed reluctantly. "Yes, my fair Jostler, I shall relent. Though, ah." Arielia Ryella: "You recall, she spoke of a tome?" Roysia Stone: I do indeed. Arielia Ryella: "Indeed. 'T'would be in either of our interests to glance upon it. She knoweth not, thy interest in magical apparatus and artifacts, though..." Arielia Ryella: "Well, she would propose we glance over the tome, 'afore we decide, truthfully." Roysia Stone: ... If you brought a cursed tome to your room, Arie Meshell Nameless... Arielia Ryella: "Oh, come, now. 'Tis hardly cursed..." Arielia Ryella: "The songstress would not be so foolish." Roysia Stone shook her head, smile slowly growing as she muttered. "It's so cursed. Shall we be off then?" Arielia Ryella: "Shall we recall what else is cursed? Thy visage!" She smiled easily as she reached her hand out towards Roysia. Arielia Ryella: "I jest, Sweet. Shall thy step lead?" Roysia Stone: For all the times your tongue's silver, you've got horrid comebacks. Let's go. Arielia Ryella bursts out laughing at Roysia Stone. Roysia Stone moved to take Arie's hand, tugging her out towards the swamp before pausing. "You've got your bow, no?" Arielia Ryella: "Hush, mine Jostler. ...Indeed, 'tis present. Why?" Roysia Stone: ...Well, duh. I rather not fight off Stropers with a saw.. Arielia Ryella: "Ah, come, now, they shan't disturb us lest we disturb them." Roysia Stone: Though I'm a force to be reckoned with when I've got a hammer. Your lead. Arielia Ryella: "T'would depend upon thy intended destination, Sweet." [align=center] The flowers glowed in the full night, stars reflecting a brilliant sparkle above. The pilgrims dispersed and all was as it once was before, the time spent together done. [/align]

[align=center][/align] Vaughn Antain smiles at R'tashana. "So, what did you think?" R'tashana Hhaig shrugs. It was different but interesting Vaughn Antain: "There should be another in another moon, if you're interested. R'tashana Hhaig: "Your god gave us death so mine has something to do." Vaughn Antain chuckles. "Well, I personally follow another, but each deity has its place. All should be honored." R'tashana Hhaig: "Oh. I try not to delve into other's personal beliefs. I guess I just assumed." Vaughn Antain: "Anyroad, feel free to mingle. The people here are very kind. I'm sure you'll make many friends." R'tashana Hhaig: "I would think about it, but I need to get back to Ul'dah. I have some pressing business matters to attend to. Thank you again for inviting me to this interesting ceremony.": Vaughn Antain: "I hope you'll come with me to the next one." Nathan Telluride: "Vaughn, you were right. I think you tore out a few hearts." Vaughn Antain smiles lightly at Nathan. "Not the intent. But your song has done the same, I'm sure." Nathan Telluride: "The truest ones always have an impact, though... I think I best hide Minfilia for a few days. That girl gets ideas." Vaughn Antain chuckles. "Well, hopefully next time you have a meet, I won't clam up. I'm...still very embarrassed about that." Nathan Telluride: "You, embarrassed? I won't hear of it. People need to be bowled over on occasion, and you have the wherewithal to make it happen." Vaughn Antain: "You are too kind, Sir Nathan." [align=center]♪♫♪♫♪♫♪[/align] Vaughn Antain: "Thank you once again, Lady Jancis. It was a pleasure." Jancis Milburga: "Oh Lord Vaughn, I should say such words to you! Your story was so bittersweet but fitting." Leilani Leilai: Thank you Miss Jancis! Leilani Leilai: It was th'bestest pilgrimage I've ever been on! Vaughn Antain clenches his jaw with a light smile, stepping aside for the lalafell. Leilani Leilai: oph! Sorry Mister. Leilani Leilai scampers back bashfully! Vaughn Antain smiles at Leilani Leilai. Jancis Milburga: "Glad you think so, Lady." Leilani Leilai scampers next to Vaughn a bit and lowers her voice in a whisper. Jancis Milburga leans back from the pair, smiling. Vaughn Antain chuckles. "It's alright. It's a common mistake. I don't take it personally." Leilani Leilai agrees wholeheartedly with Vaughn Antain. Jancis Milburga: "Be safe." Vaughn Antain: "But, yes, I just wanted to thank you again for the lovely pilgrimage. And I'm sorry I was unavailable for the last one." Jancis Milburga: "You were missed, but fondly thought of. Althyk knows we all cross paths when we can. I hope everyone is well at home." Vaughn Antain nods. "We're...getting by. In fact, one of my charges was able to make it. So, we're thankful for that." Jancis Milburga: "The lady you were sitting with? How delightful, I saw face aglow when you finished. I would not think you did not sing around the house or get caught doing so, at least." [align=center]♪♫♪♫♪♫[/align] Nathan Telluride nods to Jancis. "So, still nervous, even after another successful event, my dear?" Jancis Milburga laughs awkwardly. "Seeing so many people here, my worries are for naught. Thank you. You were right." Nathan Telluride: "Oh, a little stage fright is healthy, but I don't know anyone with a better track record than yourself, Lady Jancis." Jancis Milburga: "Not including yourself? You are, ah, a natural. Your song was quite touching with just you. I dare think some people in the crowd would have loved to catch your gaze." Nathan Telluride nods, grinning foxlike. "Possibly, but Minfilia is a jealous song partner. Cora desperately wanted to come, but Althyk happened." Jancis Milburga: "As it did to many. You will give her my best? I did hear your duet at the Ball, it was whimsical." Nathan Telluride: "I will do that and more, my lady. I will give you back to your guests." Nathan Telluride clears his throat near Jancis. "The lady of the evening finally has a moment of down time. Well earned, I'd say." Jancis Milburga: "Yes. Blessed with a clear sky, too. Am happy. Thank you for speaking to Oscare, I know not what of, but I did see you by the water." Nathan Telluride nods, a hint of solemnity in his voice. "He seems troubled by something. I'd bid you see to him when you have a moment. A man's heart sometimes needs a man's words, and sometimes, a woman's touch." Jancis Milburga nods, looking grateful, "I will. Dare believe he surely needs both, then he would be willing to share the weight of all the burdens he carries." Nathan Telluride: "Big burdens make for strong shoulders, but even the strongest should rest now and then. I have no idea how close you are to him, so forgive my presumptions if they are unfounded." Jancis Milburga: "Presumptions? I do try to be a good friend, for my part. Alas, I seem to cause more woe than encouragement of late." Nathan Telluride chews the inside of his cheek. "I'm probably not the best qualified to fight off a sad spirit right now. I tend to be rather too abrupt and garish in my cheer." Jancis Milburga: "Is said to be around people you wish to be like. I would call you welcome company in that regard. He use to be quite garish." Nathan Telluride: "So I've seen, and remembered! Though... I wonder who I should be best to be around, then. Ah, perish that thought. Maybe a good vintage might help. The old cures can be the best." Jancis Milburga: "Then as a garish man, do you have any suggested favorites? A red?" Nathan Telluride: "Madjack Red, as I was suggesting to the good Mr. Arcmantle. Smoothest, most potent Rum in my reckoning. It turns men into slavering beasts, and slavering beasts into sophisticated, well-spoken raucous beasts." Raisan Arcmantle: "Talking about me behind my back Nathan?" Nathan Telluride: "Not at all, sir. Simply suggesting a means by which Lady Jancis might pacify a mutual friend." Raisan Arcmantle: "I jest, I wanted to ask you, would you happen to have any sway with the seer? I would like to invite her to our tavern to perhaps offer her cards to our guests." Nathan Telluride looks to his right. "The seer is not an acquaintance of mine, but you might perhaps inquire about bringing her into your future. Lady Jancis is probably your best contact; she seems to know everyone, or know someone who does." Raisan Arcmantle: "I see, I'm not acquainted with Lady Jancis, would you perhaps introduce me?" Nathan Telluride: "I was considering doing just that, if she is still amenable to conversations." Jancis Milburga: "Forgive me!" Nathan Telluride: "Lady Jancis, this dapper gent is Mister Raisan Arcmantle, and he was hoping to make your acquaintance." Raisan Arcmantle: "Good eve M'lady. A pleasure to meet you." Jancis Milburga: "A honor to meet you Lord Arcmantle." Jancis Milburga: "You surely must be a busy man, to come on pilgrimage is no small sacrifice surely." Nathan Telluride: "As a member of our Coalition of Performers, milady, you are a valuable contact for someone whose company seeks people of talent and dedication to entertain, and Mr. Arcmantle seems to be in search of just that." Raisan Arcmantle: "Nathan here tells me you might have some sway on the seer offering her cards today, would it be possible to speak with her or have her asked to join us on our estate for tavern night and offer her cards to the guests that attend?" Nathan Telluride adjusts his tunic. "I should be moving on - there is a lady who could not be here tonight, who needs to hear for herself how she inspired people tonight. Do walk with Fortune, Mr. Arcmantle. Nathan Telluride: "Goodnight to you both!" Raisan Arcmantle: "Of course, don't allow me to keep you. I shall see you tavern night then." Jancis Milburga: "I shall catch up with Master Telluride, for you Lord. And if I can be of any assistance to you in the future I will gladly do so." Raisan Arcmantle nods in approval. "About the seer? would it be possible to invite her to our tavern night to offer her cards to the guests? Jancis Milburga: "Ah Lady Iskierka. She travels the realm much. I can surely ask if she would have time and the strength to impart her skill." Raisan Arcmantle: "That would be greatly appreciated, I'm sure the company and guests alike would enjoy." Raisan Arcmantle: "She is very gifted." Jancis Milburga nods, "How long are the doors open at the tavern now that the location has moved?" Raisan Arcmantle: "I'm in the understanding that tavern night will be held at its normal time and length as usual, but of course at our new estate in Lavender Beds, Ward Fire, Plot Fifty Eight." Raisan Arcmantle: "I can make sure a table and chairs are set aside for her should she decide to join us." Raisan Arcmantle waves off Jancis Milburga. "Please, just Raisan, or Rai as most call me, I've not used the title Lord since I was a child, in another life." Jancis Milburga nods, "As you like, Raisan." Jancis Milburga: "Thank you for staying as long as you have, Lynx." Leggerless Hanzou takes a glance at Jancis. "I'm only doing what I was contracted to do; make sure no harm came to the performers for the *entire* duration of the event." Jancis Milburga: "I have heard of another diviner, though she had been called away on other business this night. Uses the waters and pools, might not work in a tavern." Leggerless Hanzou refrains from speaking further, so as not to interrupt the current conversation between Raisan and Jancis. Jancis Milburga: "A stage? What great fortune! I mostly work with the priesthood, but I will do what I can. You would wish someone to be available at every door opening?" Raisan Arcmantle: "I'm not sure every door opening is needed, we normally just allow the use of the stage for any who would wish to offer their talent." Raisan Arcmantle: "Any are welcome to use the stage during tavern night." Jancis Milburga smiles, "I think that is enough to spread around in order to have bards and storytellers come calling." Raisan Arcmantle: "You should come see what we have to offer, I think once you see the stage, I think it would offer a much grander idea of what I speak of, I don't think words can offer fully what it's like." Jancis Milburga: "If I do get Lady Iskierka to agree, she might need a quieter spot to work if it is a full bar scene. I will keep in touch with any details I receive." Raisan Arcmantle: "Oh, before I forget, I have your name, but I think I missed your company name. Of which should I tell our leadership that I spoke with?" Jancis Milburga bows her head, "I do reside with a small company that serves outside jobs for the Maelstrom and other kind-minded patrons. Lady Faye and Sir Val are generous and had me under their roof moons ago." Raisan Arcmantle: "Very good, I shall let them know I spoke with you, I do invite you to come see our new estate soon, I would like to really show you what we can offer you and your people." Leggerless Hanzou her ears perk up a bit at hearing the phrase 'Lady Faye' from Jancis' response, but she still stays mute. Jancis Milburga: "I am beyond humbled at such an invitation. Thank you." Raisan Arcmantle: "Very good, I'll not keep you from your most patient other guest here, please forgive me for takin up too much of your time. When you arrive, please feel free to ask for me directly. I'll be more then happy to show you around."

I have to out-fabulous Jan? Mercy me. o_o Don't talk whack; you know that elezen has fabulous out the wazoo. I got to see the live stream of this card being created and I was overwhelmed. I mostly just watched in my chair (as chats scrolled by, yee gods bored gamers during patch night are terrifying) and gawked. :blush: Thank you again so much for using my character for a card practice; it's a really a sweet sentiment to do practice with someone else's inspiration.

[align=center][/align] Jancis Milburga smiles, turning, "Lady Ameline. Lord Ciceroix. Very happy to have you come with us all here." Ciceroix Pellicier: "Well, you put on a great show my dear, how could we not attend? Beyond that, the land is greatly wanting I the upper crust making it's presence known yes? "He smiled, bowing his head. "Jesting aside....marvelous evening Jancis. You should be proud. " Ameline Valtin bows her head to Jancis, "Lady Jancis, what a lovely evening you have arranged. Thank you and your performers ever-so-much." Jancis Milburga: "Thank you, I must pass it on to everyone who truly filled the night with emotion. Have you both met Lord Vaughn?" Ciceroix Pellicier: "I shall let my better half attend to introductions I imagine. " Ameline Valtin shakes her head, "I have not had the pleasure. Ameline Valtin, at your service." Vaughn Antain: "Vaughn. No titles. Pleased to meet you." Ameline Valtin: "Might I add, what a lovely story. Quite moving, Vaughn." Ciceroix Pellicier: "Ah...or not. And I am Ciceroix Pellicier, a wayward noble, quite far from Ishgard. " Vaughn Antain blushes a bit. "Well...thank you for your compliment." He turns to Ciceroix. "Ishgard, hmm? What's it like?" Ciceroix Pellicier: "Cold...mostly cold. " Ciceroix Pellicier: "Both in the weather, and in the temperament of it's people, from my experience. " Vaughn Antain chuckles. Vaughn Antain: "It's one of the few places I've never travelled. I'd love to see it sometime." Ciceroix Pellicier: "I dare say, your gift of story would do that land well. As it would any land you tread upon Sir. " Vaughn Antain: "Ah, well, thank you for your kind words. Truth is I've been working on them since I was only a few cycles of age. After over thirty cycles, one must be good at something." Ciceroix Pellicier: "Mm...well said. "He reflected on that, his own uselessness being how he even wound up here. Vaughn Antain smiles. "What about you two? What brings you?" Ameline Valtin sees Ciceroix's demeanor shift and tugs on his coat. "Let's off then? Back to La Noscea?" Ameline Valtin looks to Vaughn, "Oh, sorry, apologies! I am mortified!" Ciceroix Pellicier: "No..the gentlemen is still speaking, would be rude to wander off. Though, perhaps I shall dart along ahead, and you catch up my dear. For what we spoke of, I'd like to get changed. " Vaughn Antain chuckles. Vaughn Antain nods. "Well, save travels to you both. May the Twelve guide you." Ameline Valtin gestures to Vaughn, "I reckoned the fresh air and fertile earth would do us some good. I wish you well in your travels, Vaughn - Twelve walk with you where ever you may head." Ciceroix Pellicier: "A pleasure. Ameline, I'd suggest you mingle a bit more...I shall return to you soon enough. "The noblemen nodded, bowing his head to the lady. Ameline Valtin sighs, "Alright. ." Ameline Valtin: "Well now. I feel a right fool." She muses to herself. Jancis Milburga: "Surely you can handle anything that might come your way, Lady Ameline?" Jancis Milburga smiles, "Lady Ameline is quite versed in combat, as it were." Jancis Milburga: "Not at all, such men seem to be quite flighty. He must be looking for an excuse to prepare something for you." Ameline Valtin smiles to Jancis, "Your positivity is a beacon of light, Lady Jancis. It truly inspires." She dips her head in deference. Jancis Milburga: "Vaughn here, despite his delicate music, is quite strong as well. I have seen him handle a bow even at close range." Ameline Valtin looks to Vaughn, "Is that so? A delicate art in its own right, as I understand it." Vaughn Antain wrinkles his nose slightly. "Lady, please. I'm hardly the warrior." Jancis Milburga: "Forgive me, I would not speak a fib." Vaughn Antain shakes his head with a light laugh, returning to the fortunes. Ameline Valtin: "I beg your collective pardons, but I have an intrigue in tempting fate by having my fortune told. Would you excuse me but for a moment?" Jancis Milburga: "Not at all, Lady. Go right on ahead." Ameline Valtin removes her hat, dusting it off before tucking it under an arm. [align=center]♪♪♪♪♪[/align] Ameline Valtin resituates her cap on her head. Iskierka Stormspeaker shuffles her cards. "Next?" Iskierka Stormspeaker: Thank you for waiting all this time, ma'am. Ameline Valtin approaches the masked form. She looks uncomfortable and rests her hands on her hips with a frown. "Tis no trouble. I have but a question." Iskierka Stormspeaker: Aye? Ameline Valtin leans close, placing a cupped hand over her mouth to whisper into the ear of the woman. Ameline Valtin >> "Will I ever see home again after craven exile?" Ameline Valtin blinks to Iskierka somberly. Iskierka Stormspeaker nods in understanding to Ameline. She fans the cards out in front of her. Ameline Valtin fidgets her fingers indecisively for a moment before choosing the card on the far right end of the fan. Iskierka Stormspeaker: You've drawn The World. The World symbolizes fulfillment. Integration with ones surroundings on all levels, physical, mental, and spiritual. Ameline Valtin looks to the woman, confused. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Whether this is done by adaptation or making the world adapt to you is uncertain, but the outcome is the same. Harmony, equilibrium with ones surroundings, and most important... home. Iskierka Stormspeaker: You WILL go home. Ameline Valtin nods, "Thank you." She slinks back, feeling a bit out of sorts before craning her neck politely and turning away. [align=center]♪♪♪♪♪[/align] Iskierka Stormspeaker: Next? Thank you for waiting. Iskierka Stormspeaker: How may I help you, ma'am? What do you seek help with? Leggerless Hanzou: "Uh... the card thing you've been doing earlier. How about that for me?" Iskierka Stormspeaker: And what would you like to know in particular? Leggerless Hanzou: "...Not real sure, honestly. Maybe something about my future?" Iskierka Stormspeaker fans out the cards before Leggerless. "Pick one, then." Leggerless Hanzou takes one of the cards located a little above the middle of the pile, and shows it to Iskierka. Iskierka Stormspeaker can be heard sucking air through her teeth. "Aaah, The Tower." Leggerless Hanzou: "...I'd imagine it's not a literal tower?" Iskierka Stormspeaker: The Tower isn't necessarily a BAD card... but it's one that always bears a little bit of easing into. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Be prepared for a rapid change. One that might even be pretty violent. Leggerless Hanzou: "A rapid... change. Hm. That could be both good or bad. I suppose the best thing to do is to welcome it when it comes, right?" Iskierka Stormspeaker: That's the spirit! Iskierka Stormspeaker: An open mind and heart is best when dealing with The Tower. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Just like an open stance is best in a fight, all the better to take on all comers. Leggerless Hanzou: "Heh. You basically described what it takes to survive my line of work. How... eerie." Iskierka Stormspeaker: There is wisdom in the cards. Leggerless Hanzou: "And I thank you for showing me that such is proof of it." Iskierka Stormspeaker: You're quite welcome. Whran'a Mhakaracca: "Scuse me ma'am, what's going on here?" Roysia Stone: Ah, hello. It's a fortune teller, reading out the cards of our fates. Whran'a Mhakaracca: ... Really? Heh, one of my sisters said there was a commotion around here. I... I think I might try that. Roysia Stone: If you wish to have your fate read, you can go stand in line. Arielia Ryella moved to loom over Roysia's figure. "Indeed. Though..." Arielia Ryella: "If you've a tale to share, she, too, listens." Arielia Ryella: "You should. In fact, the line is behind her." Arielia Ryella thumbed over her shoulder. Whran'a Mhakaracca smiled, goofily. "Ah, well Thanks ladies!" Whran'a Mhakaracca: "Huh! Well, now I'm curious as to how this works!..." Whran'a Mhakaracca flicked his ears forward, trying to listen in on the card readings. Whran'a Mhakaracca: "Hm?" Whran'a Mhakaracca: "Well! Now I'm very interested!!" Leggerless Hanzou: "I'll let the person behind me come now, if that's alright?" Iskierka Stormspeaker: If he's ready. Leggerless Hanzou gestures towards Whran'a behind her a few steps. Leggerless Hanzou: "I'd imagine he is." Whran'a Mhakaracca jumped a bit, his idle musings not much more than daydreams as he thought. "Oh! Uh, hi there ma'am! So, uh, what are you doing here exactly? Offering advice?" Iskierka Stormspeaker: C'mere, I won't bite. Whran'a Mhakaracca: "Aheheh, sorry." Iskierka Stormspeaker: What do you want insight on? Whran'a Mhakaracca: "Insight eh?... Well, let me think... These cards, they can give a bit of advice on choices, right? Or just life advice?... Wait that's the same thing... Uh, ahehe apologies ma'am. I've just never had anything like this done before." Iskierka Stormspeaker: It's alright. I've helped many a lad with his first time. Iskierka Stormspeaker begins shuffling his cards. "Let's just do a general reading. You like it, you come back for more sometime, yes?" Whran'a Mhakaracca blinked, blushing a bit at the remark. "Ahh, sure! Heh, maybe it'll start some cogs!" He said, smiling like a goof and watching the deck shuffle. Iskierka Stormspeaker lays the cards out for Whran'a in a fan pattern. "Here is your future laid bare. Pick a card and see what it holds for you." Whran'a Mhakaracca took a deep breath, armored finger hovering over the fan like a ball on a roulette table, eventually he picked a card, left of the center and just a tad towards the end. "This one..." He said, slipping it from the stack. Iskierka Stormspeaker: You have a lot of inner doubt, don't you. You're indecisive, yes? Some would even say finicky? Iskierka Stormspeaker: You've drawn The Moon. This is a card representing indecisiveness. Whran'a Mhakaracca: "Er, somewhat. My last impulsive decision left me in a bright place, with a lot of dangers. But it's why I look like I do now." Whran'a Mhakaracca smiled, blushing at the card. "Aye... I've been dithering on... Quite a few things." Iskierka Stormspeaker: You also have some pretty lofty dreams, I'd imagine. Whran'a Mhakaracca: "It's probably a bit much to go into detail right now, but ah. Yes." Whran'a Mhakaracca: Is it, solely indecisiveness? The meaning I mean." Iskierka Stormspeaker: My advice to you, then, is to keep your eye on those goals. You'll be able to work your path to them much easier. The traveler who looks at his feet for every step will lose his way upon the road. Iskierka Stormspeaker: It's not just indecisiveness. Whran'a Mhakaracca: "I'll keep that in mind ma'am. Thank you... very much!" Iskierka Stormspeaker: You're quite welcome, sir. Whran'a Mhakaracca: "Uhm, Is it alright if I sought you out for another reading sometime? I uh, can imagine if you're backed up on clientele, but I find this interesting to say the least!" Iskierka Stormspeaker: Of course. Anytime. Iskierka Stormspeaker shuffles the cards and puts them away. Whran'a Mhakaracca smiled, a bit nervously as he tapped his fingers together. He muttered something under his breath, though from the tone he seemed introspective. He nonetheless looked back to the seer, nodding his head with a smile before turning away. "Aye well, I've needed to get back to Ul'Dah. Thanks again!" Iskierka Stormspeaker: You're quite welcome.

It's a joke because last circle they ended up wearing the same thing.

... :dazed: I don't think I can match that.

Question Is there a romantic/platonic option? :love:

[align=center][/align] Nathan Telluride takes a look around the area. "Song, dance, lovely lasses and some smart asses. I seem to be getting dragged into something like respectability, despite my best efforts to be otherwise." Raisan Arcmantle: "Aye, that they have, kept up on my training, and skills. Even appointed Saint of the Crafting branch for the Harbinger's of Dawn. The same company that provide your security for this event." Nathan Telluride: "I've attended a few of your company's open house events. The wines are quite good, though I fear poor Leanne sometimes worries overmuch about her bartending." Raisan Arcmantle snickers. "Aye, that she does. Will you be joining our new estate then for this next tavern night? We've moved now to Lavender Beds, Ward Five, Plot Fifty Eight." Raisan Arcmantle: "Same Night as usual. We have a new much larger bar area for hosting." Nathan Telluride taps his chin. "New location, you say? I may do so, and if I cannot make it, I will spread the word. I have a couple of friends who could use a bit of revel." Raisan Arcmantle: "Ah, that would be fantastic, I fear this next tavern night might be light due to not as many knowing of our new location." Nathan Telluride: "Don't neglect the flyers, then. A few posted at a yalm's height will reach both your best Lalafellin company, and the collapsed revelers looking for the next good place to wet their whistles." Raisan Arcmantle: "I'll keep that in mind. So, feel free to stop by when ever you get the chance. I'm sure we can do good to catch up some over a glass or two, and when there are less people around to overhear two people remember the past." Nathan Telluride nods. "My past was a little more dirty and gritty, but those are sometimes the best occasions. I will endeavor to find your new estate." Raisan Arcmantle: "Good, good. Northeast Subdivision aetherite if that helps get you closer." Raisan Arcmantle: "Ward five." Nathan Telluride: "Splendid, sir, splendid. Do pass my regards to your company and hostess. Perhaps a private show might be arranged, sometime, as well." Raisan Arcmantle: "I think you should, I have this brand new wonderful stage I just built for the company, worthy of a bard of your caliber." Nathan Telluride licks his lips. "Now you're talking dirty, sir, and I am of course intrigued. It's not fair to tempt a performer with the opulent form of a good performance house... all bedecked... mmm." Raisan Arcmantle: "Ah, you caught me, I knew I could entice you to join us with the talk of stage and performance, you might even like the antique harpsichord we acquired to accompany the stage." Nathan Telluride: "Mister Arcmantle, are you trying to seduce me?" Raisan Arcmantle: "I think I wouldn't dare, but I must say we have plenty of women and wine at the company estate and tavern that would most likely enjoy that task." Nathan Telluride clucks his tongue. "Then I should be doubling my efforts, and perhaps I will bring some arm candy of my own." Raisan Arcmantle: "I'll make sure there is a bottle of whiskey? if I recall your drink of choice? Ul'dan fire Whiskey to be exact?" Nathan Telluride lifts his chin, and grins widely. "I may have to introduce your stores to my very good friend, Madjack Red. It isn't just the tables whose spreads are made more amenable by his smoothness, you can be sure." Raisan Arcmantle: "Very well, bring all you can muster, I'm sure we would enjoy putting our new tavern to the test. More tables, VIP section, and like I said earlier, a grand stage on which to perform." Nathan Telluride: "A section for Very Impulsive People? Well-planned, I say - such people need a place to go to feel comfortable in their willingness to forego all inhibitions. Is that where the auctions have been held?" Raisan Arcmantle: "The auction was help in Gridania, however the event was quite successful, granted us enough to provide this wonderful new house and tavern so that we may host a much better event." Nathan Telluride: "And the gil flowed faster than the company wines, and thus, a new place was founded." Nathan Telluride: "Ah, good evening, love." Raisan Arcmantle: "Women about as usual Nathan, you never change do you?" *giggles* Raisan Arcmantle: "Not that I would want you to either." Nathan Telluride: "The day I can't say hello to a woman, at least, is the day I am a bard no more. I little touch of the personal makes the difference." Raisan Arcmantle nods in approval. Raisan Arcmantle: "So tell me Nathan, is the seer only seeing those of the pilgrimage, or is anyone welcome to be read? It's been long since last I've talked with one." Nathan Telluride: "I think they are open to all takers! Speaking of which, I may yet need to have my fortune tested, lest I walk into a Stroper's maw unpredicted." Raisan Arcmantle: "Very well then, I shall take my leave and request an audience with the seer. I look forward to seeing you at the tavern, remember you're always welcome to stop by some time earlier if you want the grand tour before the night if you like." Nathan Telluride: "Then let us both find a line." Raisan Arcmantle places his mask and weapons in his sack. Nathan Telluride taps his chin. "It was said in the prophecies of old that I would one say stand in a line... Bloody hells!" Raisan Arcmantle: "Seer is a rare gift, I'm sure there are many who would want to speak to one as often as possible." Nathan Telluride: "Hm... might be a bit early for this." Nathan Telluride: "Looks like Last Call at Buscarron's." Raisan Arcmantle: "Good day to you seer, very rare is the chance to speak with one with the gift." Iskierka Stormspeaker: Thank you. The pleasure is mine. How may I help you? Raisan Arcmantle: "I ask only for a fortune of the cards if it pleases you to offer it for me." Iskierka Stormspeaker spreads her cards out before Raisan. "Be my guest." Raisan Arcmantle: "I've been told to always take that which is offered to you first, do not wait for better for it may not come along." *he pulls the first card placed before him without hesitation.* Iskierka Stormspeaker: The Emperor. A figure of great authority. Iskierka Stormspeaker: However, temper this authority. Try not to fall into the trap of stubborn behavior. Raisan Arcmantle: "Thank you seer. May the twelve as one guide and protect you on your journey in life and beyond." Iskierka Stormspeaker: Thank you, good sir.

He was breaking out of the prison. Cracking the walls around his heart. Wasn't he? Jancis kept her gaze northward from a high point in Gridania she had climbed up to, the vantage point giving her enough to see over the treetops and just make out the gray of snowy mountains she had just been at. He had arrived at her door, sharing a side that she had never seen; a beauty that had been restrained. Adorned in a deep blue like a clear night sky, he played a tune that made the body and soul move in time. "And that was my gift. Did you enjoy it?" He had asked... smiling. A smile she had nearly forgotten the sight of. How long had it been since she had seen it? The garish confident happy man who spoke of his family. And he was trapped within a wall of guilt and promises. Love? Revenge? Devotion? "Maybe I do it for a reason? I'll leave it as that, yeah." He spoke those words before vanishing as quickly as he had arrived that day. Though Jancis followed him swiftly, opening the door mere moments after he shut it, only to find him gone. Oscare, there one moment and gone the next. Bringing warmth and smiles, and somehow taking them with him. Turning in a cavern pointing a pilgrim in one direction to have the man vanish once more. She knew he would be there today; he told her he was writing something in-particular. For her. And she soaked up every strum of his guitar, every word. Had it been for Halone? The strength in the darkest storm... the one to count on. and how long had she clapped. Althyk had left her in those moments, caught up in the strength and beauty until she realized that the only one clapping was her as he walked away. How far do you go Oscare? How hard do you fight? Alone on the treetop Jancis sighed to calm her thoughts. "I am gonna be here, right beside you, I'm the one who will never leave you," escaped her lips as the breath left. Regardless of what he decided to choose.

Jancis is also looking for Iron. Because reasons. Something is amiss!