Jancis

Name: Jancis Milburga World: Balmung Character main class/job/role (Optional): Conjurer/Healer/Support Cards (recommended): Temperance Reason for Card choice (recommended): Jancis growing up being mostly self taught and with no material wealth cherishes most everything she comes into contact with and has empathy towards it. Every pain, action, emotion, good or bad comes because of a reason/provocation/purpose. The overall intention is her main concern. Living most of her life in the wild outside of villages and society has also taught her how unfair life can be, and that there is a balance to give and take, what animals do and react to, and what is actually needed for survival versus living. She bides her time and she gets by with very little. Most situations, while feeling and understanding of it, do not evoke her emotions easily and she stands by observing and letting people act out. Upright: Balance, moderation, patience, purpose, meaning Reversed: Imbalance, excess, lack of long-term vision Tumblr name (optional): n/a https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/images/6/62/Ffxiv_05032014_021437.png https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/images/a/a2/Ffxiv_11222014_211534.jpg http://i.imgur.com/gYBHTsw.jpg

Wow! Big thank you to Everyone who attended it was a huge event, there was a ton of performances that were beautiful, there were guards kicking butt which actually saved a NPC pilgrim on his way! What timing... [align=center][/align] I will start posting the log as soon as I can (I haven't even finished Athlyk's yet... but I wanted to say thank you to everyone who made it such a success. Pilgrims! Performers Erik Xenedra Oscare Chuta Nathan Ameline Leanne Aya Ciel Guards Lan Darklyn Alistair Phoenix Kairi Phoenix Vaerimont Lectoroix Freya Aeternum Faolan Donne Rothen Sails Alycone Guischard Coatleque Crofte Leggerless "Lynx" Gallery: http://imgur.com/a/7WK1V Music pSOkN7oRfCU Ym8JjY4fy-M

Again to repeat those websites we were talking about before: http://xivdb.com/ http://xivmodels.com/ But I just try things on at the marketboard. Half the fun is trying out items for me. Thanks again for going to the trouble of listening to me prattle on. Had a really neat idea of smaller groups having walking trips on their own for pilgrimage and stopping along the way. If only I could coordinate all that, but really branching out and making own mini adventurers is half the fun.

Letter left at the Still Shore for Coatleque Crofte. Dear Cici, Night comes soon and I miss you. I do miss our nights in Gridania, eating our simple dinners in our cots while you talk about the world. The written words I read from the Jewel trouble me for I have not seen such imagination. Nor did I realize the journals wrote fiction. There are cultists plaguing the Twelveswood. Master Ja'ren has done much work to flush them out and thwart their plans. We did help him in flushing out some of their main bases. There were hostages taken, but alas my group found none. I have seen and had the honor of speaking briefly to Sir Gegenji before, but I did get to accompany him and others into one of the branches of the cultist's holdout. And I am quite glad for it and to follow his leadership. He is brave. Quite brave. Despite the quaver in his voice, it was only caution and he did drive forth making a scene so we could overwhelm the cultists we ran into. They were poorly trained so we were lucky to disarm and incapacitate them. Which is also important. Sir Gegenji checked them all for bad wounds and gashes, making sure they would survive until the Wailers caught up to us. Despite the arguments with Lady Iskierka, he held his ground and insisted on giving all of these lost souls a chance. It is quite admirable; I have grown to respect the man greatly for his determination and his benevolence. His eyes and stance are full of purpose and sincereity. That I can feel it from his form is a comfort and would surely bring others to ease. He certainly lives up to his name and to the ideals you have taught me. Would I gladly follow him once again. Hopefully my short note will bring you some strength and inspiration despite all that has happened. For every bad thing, there are heroes. They are quiet and working and not making a spectacle; just like yourself. Alas, our mission was not all completed. For the hostages and others we sought were already removed from the caverns to another place; some tree that we found notes and letters about. I return to the Twelveswood, hopefully Althyk shall bless my feet that I might scout the trees quickly and bring back something. Shall contact you when I can once more. Until then be safe. Jancis

Jancis left the large manor in the deep night, the massive waterfall washing out any other peaceful sounds that there could be. Couples gazed out at it on the boardwalk that hugged the cliff-side. She had left the long-winded letter in Val's hands. And she figured he could read more of it than he let on. Had he taunted her? His sense of humor was tricky; but still she wasn't sure if the miqo'te's words were sincere or if he was playing with her concern. Jancis shook off the thought; it was surely the former. Squeezing her sides while keeping her hands fanned out, as if they weren't there, she made the long trip back to the isle. Surely Val would remember to pass the letter on... The top parchments had details of the road from Mor Dhonna to Coerthas, the area around it and a list of creatures she saw and encountered up there in relative numbers from her meager attempts to scout. More details followed about the condition around the bridge and wind she encountered while there. The bitter cold made the lifted walkways icy and slippery. The trees offered little to break up the beating from the wind, especially should the weather turn sour. "Though I know hindering hands is truly not something a fighter would wish, my fingers did take a terrible beating in the conditions and mittens would be a necessity for such cold climates or get immediate treatment less digits risk being lost. My greatest concern is being able to see, though I do expect the best I would be foolish to not think you wouldn't prepare for the worst." And upon the last page, a brief letter of gratitude: Dear Lan, It is quite inspiring in a way how much devotion you show, that this discipline comes into form. Not just within yourself, but that you would rally others and direct their emotion and passion, give purpose to their calling. Indeed what I know of Halone seems to be shown from you; if that is not too bold to say. Forgive me if it is out of place and I overstep. Yet still, for all the performances and other items the pilgrims offer, a show of military execution and martial talent will bring so much to all who attend. I would have you know I take care of the trinket plushie and have grown fond of it. Upon my bed it tips over, so I have propped up a book that it might stand up straight. The book is about folklore from the desert and tribes, so mayhaps it is something suitable. At least to the imagination. I shall see you in a couple suns and wish you well and safe travel. Jancis Milburga.

/whistles Le Blush!

No pressure! That sounds fantastic I'm really excited for the groups and how they'll react to the stories and the blessings in the free form! There will be plenty of guards to destroy everything along the way to the spot. If you need help getting to Revenant's Toll just get in contact with me sometime before the event so I can run you out there. And by before I don't mean ten minutes... And use your imagination, the hooded robe is lined or something. Get a hat. Gloves. Basically just... don't be the bikini. Speaking of outfits though big thank you to Erik for making some authentic Halone priest robes! Same as you can find on the NPCs in cutscenes and the like. The color is Woad Blue and this linen robe is level 36. He made an abundance of them and the circlets (level 18) if anyone is interested in following the Fury. [align=center][/align]

[align=center][/align] Shas Tarry smiles at Roysia Stone. Roysia Stone: ... Do they ever forget them? Shas Tarry shakes her head. "Forget them? No. They're apart o' me, always will be." Roysia Stone: I guess so. Live and learn, right? Well, I ask your guidance any way you can offer. Shas Tarry: "I'm here ta help, Rose. In anyway tha' I can." Roysia Stone: Thank you, Shas. I really do appreciate it. Roysia Stone: When will we be having those lessons on anger control? Shas Tarry laughs at Roysia Stone. Shas Tarry: "I'm thinkin' after th' holidays are over. Take th' time to enjoy yerself." Shas Tarry: "It won' be easy. Th' things I learned was when I was a little girl, so it will take time." Roysia Stone: Bah. Far too much work for 'enjoying yourself'... *She grinned, winking before looking forward.* Guess it's over. Might as well be social a bit. A little girl? Shas Tarry nods. "Aye, I was taught a lot o' things when I was younger...." Roysia Stone: Please tell me you're not going to be teaching me like a five year old.. Shas Tarry laughs softly. "Oh no, it'll be a more advanced level than that." Roysia Stone: .. Well then, I guess I'll have to accept it any way possible. Oh, thank gods. Roysia Stone: I didn't want to be stuck coloring a book or something silly like that. Shas Tarry: "Jus' remember patience when it seems like ye have none." Roysia Stone: Patience... Right. A virtue most treasured. Roysia Stone: .. One that I really need to acquire. Roysia Stone gazed out with a soft sigh, shaking her head after a moment. "Patience and tenderness." Roysia Stone: Well, Shas, be safe and yell at me when you want. Shas Tarry: "Alright, Rose. Take care out there." Roysia Stone: You too. Arielia Ryella: "Ah, the huntress cannot be thanked for merging thy souls. T'was fate that the huntress set together, merely." Ciceroix Pellicier: "We have....Ameline has been accepted at Still Shores, and has just recently managed to get us a room of our own. " Arielia Ryella: "...Ah. A property, as such. She thought a house were purchased. She were about to chortle." Arielia Ryella: "I may visit, surely?" Ameline Valtin nods, "Indeed, Huntress. You are always welcome, as is Miss Roysia. You shall find it most. . unadorned at the moment, but we are working on that." She chuckles. Ciceroix Pellicier rises up to stretch a moment, yawning softly as he glances about. "so many people here...perhaps a chance to mingle? " Arielia Ryella: "...Mingle?" Ameline Valtin looks up to Ciceroix, "Be free, social bird. I will not keep you any longer pinned to this spot." Ciceroix Pellicier: "I'm afraid not sir....should likely move, lest we get in the way I suppose.." Arielia Ryella leaned over so as to wrap her arms around Ameline, pulling her into a sudden embrace as soon as Ciceroix left her. It was tight, and the huntress had evidently stifled her laughter as she did so. Ameline Valtin smiled warmly, returning the embrace. "And what of you, Huntress? It seems that I always seem to spy you in transit from one locale to another. Is there some place you lay your head at night?" Arielia Ryella: "Eorzea," Arie responded simply, her tone matter-of-fact. "...She needn't swear allegiance - even in residence - to any of the three city-states, hmn? Ishgard, naturally, off-limits for... evident reasons." Arielia Ryella: "Now, if she shall speak of a room, of sorts, then... Ul'dah, loosely." Ameline Valtin offers a cagey grin, "Forgive me, but that seems far too mundane for the likes of you. Tis indeed difficult for me to fathom you resting your head on the stained linens at the Quicksand." She laughed in jest. Arielia Ryella: "Hah! 'twixt her lips, doth the truth resonate! As though a huntress of this caliber would choose the /Quicksand/ of all places!" Ameline Valtin: "Ah, and now we cut to the core of it. It would seem she has a clandestine hideaway deep within the belly of the desert jewel. Are mortals allowed entry to such a place?" Roysia Stone: Only mortals whom possess no soul. Arielia Ryella seemed mildly amused as she pursed her lips thoughtfully, with her eyes turned upon Roysia. They echoed her light-hearted demeanor. Arielia Ryella: "Effervescent must the physical incarnation be, t'would seem." Ameline Valtin looked up to Rose, "Ah, so you have had the distinct honor of knowing secrets shared between few! My curiosity burns!" Roysia Stone: I believe I'll have to hunt down a dictionary if you keep talking such. Heh, I know as many secrets as the next perceptive woman, I'm sure. Arielia Ryella: "Ah, when you spread the dictionary, glance for the term 'wonderful'. Surely, her name will be beside it." Roysia Stone gently nudged Arie with a boot, her smile turning to a lopsided smirk. "You've always had the most flowery way of flirting." She snickered, looking up to the line. Ameline Valtin smiled warmly between the two. "Ah, but I must find dear Ciceroix before I find him attached to a woodland harlot!" Arielia Ryella: "Ah, such cannot occur! Off with thee. Shoo!" Arielia Ryella: "With haste, Ms. Ameline!" Ameline Valtin rocks up to her feet and scans the horizon for the Elezen man. Arielia Ryella released Ameline from the embrace, nodding her head. Roysia Stone: A warm farewell, Ms. Ameline. Do not let us hold you! Arielia Ryella: "It would seem the huntress the only remaining upon the ground, save the attraction..." Arielia Ryella: "Unique, yes?" Roysia Stone rolled her eyes. "You're unique in far more ways than that, hun..." She moved to the side, offering a hand down to Arie with a smile. "Up on your feet, yes?" Arielia Ryella grasped the hand, curling her palms into it as she pulled her lengthy figure to its feet. Roysia Stone gently pats Arielia Ryella. Arielia Ryella: "Will she have her fortune told?" Arielia Ryella: "She will? Fantastic!" Roysia Stone: I believe not. You know my issue with 'fat-- Roysia Stone: ... Arielia Ryella reached out to forcefully grasp Roysia's arm, tugging her into the line. Roysia Stone: This is one of those moments you amuse and infuriate me. Roysia Stone said it light heartedly, moving to stand beside Arie. Arielia Ryella: "'Tis why I am endearing," she said, her front teeth bared, if only a little. Roysia Stone: You will get your future read. I believe little in it, though it's fun to listen anyways. Arielia Ryella: "The huntress, too, tells the future. We shall simply see if hers is credible, yes?" Roysia Stone rolled her eyes, moving to nudge Arie. "You be cautious with your ego. What if your fortune is wrong, mm?~ You recall our conversation, how each of us shape our own destinies. Althyk just determines the order of the events." Arielia Ryella returned the hip-check with a smirk striking her lips, standing tall so as to gaze over the crowd. Of course, were it not for Oscare, mayhap she would see to the end. Arielia Ryella: "She doth nary possess this 'ego'..." Arielia Ryella: "Doth nary... eh..." Arielia Ryella: "Hardly eloquent. Ehm. Yes." Roysia Stone: Had to leave it at home? Arielia Ryella: "...Your home," she mumbled. Roysia Stone: I can't even complain about that comeback. Arielia Ryella: "...Thy soul shall merge with me ego. When they date... oh gods..." Roysia Stone: Oh no. You keep your ego away from mine, yours will devour me whole. Arielia Ryella: "Thy soul, Roysia, thy soul!" Roysia Stone: 'Thy soul' is on a beach still, perhaps drowning by now since I lack the ability to swim. Roysia Stone: Don't step on th-- Arielia Ryella stumbled backwards as she stepped on the little carbuncle, glancing down at it with an apologetic stare. Roysia Stone: Arie... Don't step on the carbuncle.. Arielia Ryella: "You tell her that after you force her to step upon it. Hmn." Roysia Stone: To my right then.~ Arielia Ryella hip-bumped Roysia playfully, as if threatening to cause her to topple over onto it. Roysia Stone grasped onto Arie, eyes widening a moment before they narrowed onto her Elezen companion. "If you make me accidently hurt it, I'll feed you to a morbol." Arielia Ryella leaned her weight into Roysia. Not enough to topple over, but enough to cause her to at least lean to the side. With a glint in her gaze, she spread her lips into a smile. "Threat, or promise?" Arielia Ryella relented immediately as she pulled Roysia straight, taking a step to the side, and pulling her along. "Come. Let us leave the adorable creation." Roysia Stone returned the hip-check before grumbling playfully. "Always pushin' me round. Should've come in plate... Threat." Arielia Ryella leaned in, so as to murmur quietly, having to stoop forward to accommodate Roysia's height. Roysia Stone went silent, eyes forward as she heard Leanne's question. Roysia Stone muttered, softened eyes moving to Arie as she shook her head. An arm moved to wrap around Arie's waist, her sigh gentle as she looked forward once more to Oscare. Nice slops, she thought. Arielia Ryella returned the arm around Roysia's waist, leaning in so as to respond with a downcast gaze. Roysia Stone: Oh gods no! Arielia Ryella: "But it is what you claimed you sought!" Arielia Ryella: "...Was it a figure-of-speech?" Roysia Stone: Figure of speech, figure of speech! I just want someone to explain, geez.. Arielia Ryella: "...I mean, we could..." Roysia Stone sees Arielia Ryella and blushes with embarrassment. Arielia Ryella: "...Eventually?" Roysia Stone: No. No, no. Roysia Stone: Let's just.. Get our fortune read. Arielia Ryella: "I am wonderful at convincing you indirectly, sweet." Roysia Stone rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand, clearing her throat as a blush built up. "I swear to the gods I'm going to tie you up and drop you off in the swamp.." Arielia Ryella: "At least the huntress will swim to safety.~" Roysia Stone: Pft, don't tease me. I'm a real sailor, I don't need to know how to swim. Arielia Ryella: "You do not own a boat, Roysia." Arielia Ryella: "Thus, you require swimming lessons." Roysia Stone: ... Not yet. Arielia Ryella: "...Cap'n Roysia III..." Roysia Stone: I always preferred to be First Mate Rose, really. Roysia Stone: Let someone else take on being the captain.. Arielia Ryella: "...She does hope she wouldn't expect the huntress to mount such a boat..." Roysia Stone: You can be in the crow's nest, Arie. Arielia Ryella: "We shall have to seek a crow that builds its nest upon the dry land, then." Roysia Stone: To be the First Mate though is to control the boat whilst the Captain sits in the back and depends on you. I feel it's where the real action takes place... Hah! Roysia Stone: You'll wake up one day with the sea beneath your boots, I promise. Then you can't kill me until we get to shore.~ Roysia Stone: I-- Roysia Stone paused as she heard the fortune, eyes slowly moving towards the teller. Arielia Ryella's gaze slowly turned upon Iskierka, her eyes set upon her with a pursed lips. Something somber stole Arie's demeanor as she released Roysia's waist, inclining her head with a quiet sigh. Roysia Stone kept silent after, moving onto the rock. Her eyes moved to her boots, her arms crossing now that they were free. Roysia Stone: Reminds me... My cousins ransacked the estate when they heard of the deaths. I need to buy some more furniture.. Arielia Ryella: "...Mayhap we may endeavor to shop for... furniture? Change the lock, most likely." Roysia Stone: They were entitled to a bit. Pop's put it in his will.. Roysia Stone sighed gently, raising a hand to rub at the bridge of her nose. "I just need a bit of time and some more lumber.." Arielia Ryella: "...Then, the huntress shall gather such," she said with a quiet little nod. Roysia Stone bumped into Arie gently, shaking her head. Roysia Stone: Worry not on it. Just give me some company. Arielia Ryella remained idle as she were bumped, balancing well, as she turned her curious gaze upon her. She soon spread her lips into a smile. Arielia Ryella: "'Tis an order, Sweet?" Arielia Ryella was obviously joking. Roysia Stone: Heh, if only I had the rank.. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Next? Roysia Stone nudged Arie gently before moving forward, offering Iskierka a bow. She straightened, looking to Arie. Iskierka Stormspeaker: How can I help, miss? Roysia Stone: I've no specific question, so much as wanting to know what will be in my future? Iskierka Stormspeaker shuffles her cards, and fans them out in front of her. "Pick a card, ma'am." Roysia Stone didn't hesitate before raising her left hand to tap the one second to the end. Iskierka Stormspeaker looks down at the cards. "It appears you've drawn two! How interesting!" Roysia Stone: Interesting indeed... Roysia Stone 's eyebrows furrowed a moment before she shrugged it off, clearing her throat as she looked to the woman with curious steel eyes. Iskierka Stormspeaker: The Fool and The Chariot. Roysia Stone: Ohoho, should've seen the Fool coming. Arielia Ryella glanced up towards Roysia. There was no expression present, save a neutral gaze. Roysia Stone: I'm unfamiliar with the Chariot however.. Iskierka Stormspeaker: The Chariot symbolizes victory. Iskierka Stormspeaker: I think you've got a lot to look forward to, friend. Roysia Stone paused a moment, seeming to think on that. After a moment, she gave a small nod, bowing. "I pray you're right, Madam Teller. Thank you." Roysia Stone muttered as she shook her head, looking towards the swamp. "The Fool and the Chariot.." Iskierka Stormspeaker: Next? Arielia Ryella remained idle a while, snapping from her thoughts as her heeled boots stalked forward, 'til she stood before Iskierka. She seemed to examine her, awhile. Iskierka Stormspeaker: How can I help you, friend? Arielia Ryella: "Premonition shall grant thee knowledge of the unseen, mayhap. Shall we begin with her future?" Iskierka Stormspeaker: Whose? The lady before you? Arielia Ryella blinked, before she set her hand atop her chest. "Nay. Hers. The huntress' future, Ms." Roysia Stone: She speaks in third person sometimes. Roysia Stone called it out for the fortune teller, glancing over her shoulder. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Ah! Iskierka Stormspeaker shuffles her cards and spreads them out before Arielia Ryella. "Pick one, ma'am." Arielia Ryella twirled her wrist, 'afore she grasped the card directly in the middle. She tugged it at, though, she then retracted her grasp, until she reached out for the one directly beside it. Iskierka Stormspeaker: The Hermit... you... may not want to leave your bed tomorrow. Roysia Stone: ... Roysia Stone beams with delight. Roysia Stone 's grin was a slow one, but she couldn't help it. She glanced over her shoulder towards Arie, eyes mischievous. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Just lay there. Have someone bring you tea. And pie. Arielia Ryella simply stared at the fortune teller with a blank stare. One. Two. Her jaw fell slack as her lips parted. Without a word, Arie turned towards Rose, eyes wide as she grasped at her forearm, patting it. "Roysia..." Arielia Ryella: "...T'would seem this 'day off' hath been ordained..." Roysia Stone gently tugged her arm free, calling out a thank your for Arie's sake before she wrapped her arm around the woman's waist. "I'll keep you company." Arielia Ryella squinted at Roysia. "Art thou a fortune teller, as well?" She grinned, even as the arm wrapped about her, and she leaned in to murmur. Roysia Stone: Never mistake perception for a mystic power, darlin'.

[align=center][/align] Jancis Milburga: "At this time, Lady Iskierka has agreed to listen to your needs, your tales, and perchance give you a glimpse into the future, Althyk willing. If you wish to speak to her she shall be upon this rock." Chachanji Gegenji approaches Iskierka nervously, tugging at his robes some. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Would you like to have your fortune told, sir? Chachanji Gegenji: Err... if'n it's okay... can I ask about th' fortune of someone else? Chachanji Gegenji: There's someone I'm... really worried about... 'n I don't know what to do. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Sure. Iskierka Stormspeaker takes a seat. Iskierka Stormspeaker: There, that's better. Now I can look you in the eye. Chachanji Gegenji glances briefly over towards Leanne, then back at Iskierka. Chachanji Gegenji: H-her fortune. *he motions as subtlety as he can towards Leanne* Iskierka Stormspeaker: Sir? Iskierka Stormspeaker snaps to get Chachanji's attention. Iskierka Stormspeaker: The time of a witch is not wisely wasted. Iskierka Stormspeaker: What is her date of birth? Chachanji Gegenji: Oh... um... d-dunno. Chachanji Gegenji: I... never asked 'er. Chachanji Gegenji is getting more and more nervous about this as the line grows. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Alright, we can work around that. There are other ways... Chachanji Gegenji: ... Oh... she's... she's gettin' one herself. I'll... I'll jus' let everyone else go 'n try to listen in. Chachanji Gegenji: My apologies. Chachanji Gegenji bows courteously to Iskierka Stormspeaker. Chachanji Gegenji retreats quickly, his face flush. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Alright, then. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Next? Ha'uruh Nunh glances curiously at the small shape that runs away from the fortuneteller. It looked familiar, but he couldn't tell who it was in the hooded robe. [align=center]♪♪♪[/align] Memeli Meli: Phew! That was a good walk thingy! Leilani Leilai: That was a great storytellin' session! Leilani Leilai: Y 'gotta get yer fortune told? Memeli Meli: I don't think you gotta... But I wanna hear mine! Leilani Leilai: Aye! Me too! Leilani Leilai: Sounds excitin'! Leilani Leilai: MEbbe I outta get in line~. Memeli Meli: Hmm... Yeah! Let's get up there! Memeli Meli: After you! Leilani Leilai waves to Ha'uruh Nunh. Leilani Leilai: I think th'line ends b'hind me ser! Ha'uruh Nunh smiles at Leilani and nods. "Great, thanks." Leilani Leilai continues jotting down notes from the many stories told in her tiny notepad. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Next? Memeli Meli: Hrmm.. Is it my turn? Iskierka Stormspeaker: Ah, Mameli, right? It is indeed, miss. Memeli Meli: Tell me, tell me! Will I be rich and fabulous?? Iskierka Stormspeaker chuckles a bit. "That depends. Give me your palm and I'll see." Memeli Meli does as instructed, bouncing a bit on her heels. Iskierka Stormspeaker takes Memeli's hand and looks down at her palm, running her hands over the lines. "You're already quite fabulous, darling. And there are many ways to be rich." Memeli Meli: Nyahaha! Ain't that the truth! Iskierka Stormspeaker: I think you'll be quite satisfied with your fortunes. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Go forth and spread your fabulosity. Memeli Meli wanders off... [align=center]♪♪♪[/align] Iskierka Stormspeaker: Next? Leilani Leilai waves to Iskierka Stormspeaker. Leilani Leilai: I'm Leilani Leilai, aspirin' bard! Iskierka Stormspeaker: What can I do for you? Leilani Leilai: I would like t'know two things. is that okay? Or kin I only ask one? Leilani Leilai: I gots pies if y'need compensation! Leilani Leilai: Th'bestest pies in Gridania to be sure! Iskierka Stormspeaker: Due to the volume of guests, I'm limiting people to one thing, but I can always take an appointment for you at a later time for the other matter. Leilani Leilai: I'd like t'know if I'll ever get strong enough t'protect people. Chachanji Gegenji grumbles. "I... I shoulda asked that..." Iskierka Stormspeaker might be smiling under her mask. Leilani Leilai: I've been practicin' m'bowery e'ery day, but I don't know if I'm gettin' any better. Leilani Leilai: I'm also real little an' sometimes th'monsters are real big... Iskierka Stormspeaker: Ah, I see. When is your nameday? Leilani Leilai: I'm th'fifteenth day of th'Second Astral Moon~! Iskierka Stormspeaker: Born under Thaliak the Scholar? The Ides, as well. Leilani Leilai perks visibly! Leilani Leilai: R-really? Leilani Leilai: I didn' know which of th'twelve presided over m'namesday b'fore. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Strength is nothing without the wisdom to use it. You will grow, of course, but temper that strength with knowledge, and you will be able to protect whoever you care for. Leilani Leilai looks at Iskierka Stormspeaker in shock! Chachanji Gegenji listens to Leilani's fortune, taking the words to heart even though they're meant for another. Leilani Leilai immediately scribbles down the seer's words in her tiny notepad. Leilani Leilai: Thanks miss! Leilani Leilai: I'll remember what y'said! Iskierka Stormspeaker: You're quite welcome. [align=center][/align] Ha'uruh Nunh 's ears prick up despite himself. "She can see the future? Huh, that's a trick." He seems rather interested in that. Leanne Delphium giggles. "I doubt she can see the future...thought would be nice." Ha'uruh Nunh gets up, then offers a hand to Leanne to help her up. Leanne Delphium accepts the help, nodding. "My thanks." Ha'uruh Nunh: Guess I'll get in line then. I love stuff like fortune-telling and auguries... Leanne Delphium: "Last time I had a fortune tell, my....future wasn't very kind." Ha'uruh Nunh smiles at that. "Mine too." Ha'uruh Nunh: I was told just how damn weak I am. And she was right, too. Leanne Delphium: "...Thinking about it, it makes sense now...with all that happened." she smiles awkwardly. "...Well...mayhaps I could give it a shot...after you." Ha'uruh Nunh nods at that. "Let's get in line then. Hey, maybe it'll be better this time for both of us." Leanne Delphium: "One can always hope." Ha'uruh Nunh glances down at the people still seated. "'Scuse me, you folks in line?" Leilani Leilai: I think th'line ends b'hind me ser! Ha'uruh Nunh smiles at Leilani and nods. "Great, thanks." [align=center]♪♪♪[/align] Koporo Aporo "Didja enjoy m'story?" Leanne Delphium smiles to Kopo. "Yup. Nice tale." she grins. "...Made me wish to join you on the stone." Koporo Aporo wraps his arms around Leanne Delphium's legs and hugs them tightly. He's short, remember? Leanne Delphium blinks, before giggling. Leanne Delphium: "Here, a proper hug! No offense." Koporo Aporo "None taken. Koporo Aporo "Ya'll should git yer fortune told. I'm gettin' mine." Leanne Delphium: "I'm after Howl. Hoping my fortune this time is...fairer." Koporo Aporo "Ya'll need t'cheer up. Ya got me worried, Leanne..." Leanne Delphium sighs. "...Just keep smiling for me, Kopo. That's enough." Koporo Aporo nods, smiling as he is told. "Yes, Leanne!" Leanne Delphium gives Kopo a thumbs up. "Good! Anyhow, best if I join the line already. Once more, lovely tale. Hope to hear more sometime." Leanne Delphium pets Kopo non chalantly with a giggle before stepping in line behind Howl. [align=center]♪♪♪[/align] Leanne Delphium: "Ah, hey, Oscare." Oscare Iono lets off an acknowledging grunt. Leanne Delphium clears throat. "FLYING SHARK!" Ha'uruh Nunh starts as if noticing something for the first time, then his head swings back around to look at Warren. Leanne Delphium: "....Who answered to me?" Ha'uruh Nunh smiles and raises his hand in greeting to Warren before turning his attention back to waiting for his fortune. Leanne Delphium blinks, confused. Shrugging, she looks over to Warren, waving to him with a gentle smile. Warren Castille waves back, but keeps his distance. Chachanji Gegenji hides awkwardly in the brush, waiting for Leanne's turn. [align=center]♪♪♪[/align] Vaughn Antain lightly touches Leanne on the arm to get her attention. "Excuse me, sorry. I just wanted to say I missed your performance. You play beautifully and I hope you'll grace us with one next time." Leanne Delphium blinks repeatedly, before actually blushing. "I-I...uhm...well, as I was speaking, I got sort of bummed in not participating when I began to saw you all..." Leanne Delphium: "So....well....yeah!" Leanne Delphium: "Count for me next time!" Leanne Delphium nods! Vaughn Antain smiles and nods. "Good, I'm glad." Vaughn Antain: "Now...ah, I'll leave you to... Yes, sorry to intrude." Leanne Delphium smiles. "One way or another, lovely tale, Mr. Vaughn. I was really touched by it." she chuckles, shaking her head. "Oh, don't worry." [align=center]♪♪♪[/align] Iskierka Stormspeaker looks up. "Next?" Ha'uruh Nunh immediately offers the fortuneteller a small something. Ha'uruh Nunh: Please accept this, Wise One. Anything you can tell me is appreciated. Ha'uruh Nunh 's tone is very respectful. Iskierka Stormspeaker looks over the jewel. "That is very much appreciated. Is there anything in particular you'd like to know?" Chachanji Gegenji snaps his attention back to Howl, curious to hear his fortune despite being here to overhear Leanne's. Ha'uruh Nunh: ... I want to be strong in a different way. In here. Ha'uruh Nunh: Think that's in the cards for me...? Iskierka Stormspeaker takes out a deck of cards from her pocket after putting away the jewel. She fans the cards out in front of her. "Pick one and see." Ha'uruh Nunh closes his eyes and takes a card at random. Iskierka Stormspeaker: You have drawn Judgment. Ha'uruh Nunh stares down at the card quietly, his mouth a stern line in his face. His ears tilt back with his thoughts. Iskierka Stormspeaker: The path of the righteous is treacherous, and perilous. Yet those who embark on it are enriched for their struggle. I have heard a Limsa Lominsan saying before. Calm seas never made an experience sailor. Ha'uruh Nunh: ... Thank you, Wise One. Ha'uruh Nunh returns the card silently. Iskierka Stormspeaker: You're quite welcome. Good luck. Chachanji Gegenji is getting quite a bit of sage advice listening on the telling's of others. Warren Castille smiles and welcomes Howl over to his side. "Did you hear what you were hoping for?>" Ha'uruh Nunh goes over to Warren, sighing quietly. He scratches his ear and summons up a smile. "Hey. Didn't expect to see you here." Ha'uruh Nunh: What I was hoping for...? No. But... probably it was what I needed to hear. Warren Castille: "What do you mean?" Ha'uruh Nunh grins up at Warren a bit weakly. "Seems the fortune said I'd be tempered by trials ahead. Sounds as if I'll either get stronger, or crack. Let's hope for the former, eh?" Warren Castille: "You sure maybe they're not just late? We've already been through a bunch of trials as of late." Ha'uruh Nunh says nothing, fingering his choker for a moment and looking down. Warren Castille: "Whatever it is, we'll get through it together, right?" Ha'uruh Nunh glances up at Warren, smiling a little and nodding. "Yeah. Can't be nothing we can't beat down, yeah?" His ear tilts back momentarily at Leanne's fortune; he can't quite resist the curiosity either. Warren Castille steps forward and embraces Howl momentarily. "That's right." Ha'uruh Nunh looks momentarily startled at the hug, but hugs Warren back warmly, his eyes closing for a moment. Warren Castille: "How was the event? Sorry I missed it." Ha'uruh Nunh: Was nice, really. Good stories, and some good singing. The Keeper's glad tonight I hope. Warren Castille smiles and nods. "Sorry to have missed it indeed, then. Hope he's not too angry with me." Ha'uruh Nunh grins at that, scratching his ear. "Eh, He's a patient and long-viewed sort, the Keeper. I'm sure he ain't too upset." Warren Castille: "I'll try to do right by his children, then." Ha'uruh Nunh: We gonna head back then? Warren Castille: "Were you finished here? I hate to steal you away if you're not done." Ha'uruh Nunh: Let me say night to Leanne, then I can head out. [align=center]♪♪♪[/align] Leanne Delphium: "Hum.." Iskierka Stormspeaker: Next? Koporo Aporo "Go on, Leanne." Leanne Delphium took a deep breath. "Let's see if fate still hates me..." Chachanji Gegenji inches forward now that it's Leanne's turn, almost stepping out of his brush hiding spot. Iskierka Stormspeaker: You're the one the hooded fellow asked about. What would you like to know? Chachanji Gegenji looks at Iskierka Stormspeaker in shock! Leanne Delphium: "So...uhm..." she fidgets for a moment. "...What I-hooded one?" Leanne Delphium blinks. Iskierka Stormspeaker: I appear to have made a faux pas. I apologize. Please let's focus. Iskierka Stormspeaker: What would you like to know? Leanne Delphium raises a brown, before sighing. "I...honestly dunno what I want to ask. I just came here wishing to know what future lies for me...last time I did such, it was horrid, and...as much as I didn't want to believe...well, let's say my life isn't all that much good." Leanne Delphium: "...Will it get better in anyway...?" Iskierka Stormspeaker fans out the cards in front of her. "Pick and see, friend." Leanne Delphium looked at the cards for an awful amount of seconds. Gulping, she closes her eyes, and picks one at complete random. Iskierka Stormspeaker: The Empress. A card bearing fortune and wisdom. Iskierka Stormspeaker: Surely your hardships have given you a degree of insight, have they not? Chachanji Gegenji finds himself nodding to Iskierka's question, as if it had been posed to him. Leanne Delphium opened her eyes to take a look at the card. "...Well...partly, yes..." Iskierka Stormspeaker: The Empress is an extremely experienced woman. For every lesson learned, there is a scar to show for it. Iskierka Stormspeaker: I hope you'll take that to heart. Leanne Delphium: "I will...ponder about such." Chachanji Gegenji grips one of the bush's branches, hoping Isk might say more. About Leanne's future, if she'll ever actually be happy... [align=center]♪♪♪[/align] Jancis Milburga looks down at the stuffed animal in her long robes, poking at the bauble idly before looking up at the pilgrims lined up. Jancis Milburga: "Thank you all for waiting for Iskierka's divinations and fortune." [align=center][/align] Iskierka Stormspeaker: Next? Iskierka Stormspeaker: How can I help you, sir? Oscare Iono: "-- Good day, my lady. I have a lone question for you tonight. I wish to know if... if there's still a chance for me to recover from my grave." Iskierka Stormspeaker: Your grave? Oscare Iono: "Yes." Iskierka Stormspeaker: You don't look dead. Oscare Iono exhales deeply. "I meant metaphorically. If I can recover from my trauma. Emotional trauma, more exactly. If there's still a place for me." Vaughn Antain turns his attention to the fortune telling. Iskierka Stormspeaker: I see. That makes a lot more sense... Iskierka Stormspeaker fans out the cards in front of him. "Pick one and see." Oscare Iono hesitantly picks whatever card was in the furthest right of Iskierka's hands. Iskierka Stormspeaker: The Lovers. Love is for the living, friend. Oscare Iono: "... Hm?" Iskierka Stormspeaker: Life continues. It thrives, it flourishes. You drew the card of the lovers. The dead do not love. They are dead and feel nothing. You have feeling in your body, sense in your head. Life continues. Roysia Stone paused as she heard the fortune, eyes slowly moving towards the teller. Vaughn Antain shakes his head with a light laugh, returning to the fortunes. Arielia Ryella gazes slowly turned upon Iskierka, her eyes set upon her with a pursed lips. Something somber stole Arie's demeanor as she released Roysia's waist, inclining her head with a quiet sigh. Oscare Iono: "... Life continues, hm? Sense in my head? It makes sense in hindsight... But I feel nothing. Anyway, thank you." Iskierka Stormspeaker: Good luck. Vaughn Antain: "Hmm..." Jancis Milburga looks back with sad eyes, "He has been that way much of late, Oscare." Vaughn Antain: "Oh, you know him?" Jancis Milburga: "For my part, which I thought was well. But I seem to only bring him grief. Is a wonderful man truly. Should see him smile sometime." Vaughn Antain nods, leaving Jancis with Tausen and joins Nathan with Oscare, keeping a safe distance. [align=center]♪♪♪[/align] Nathan Telluride: "Oscare, do we need to talk about the Stropers?" Oscare Iono silently shakes his head. Oscare Iono: "Looks like a tentacle beast waiting for someone to pummel it to me." Nathan Telluride: "Just as I said." Oscare Iono: "-- I have a question." Nathan Telluride: "Not for toothy there, I hope?" Oscare Iono shakes his head again. "When you see your reflection in the water like this... what do you see?" Oscare Iono inquires, immediately dipping his head to the mirroring water. Nathan Telluride: "Is that a personal answer, or a philosophical one, you're after?" Oscare Iono: "Whichever comes first." Nathan Telluride: "Hm. I see that I might need a shave..." Oscare Iono: "... Righhtt." Nathan Telluride: "But if you want a philosophical answer... I see something I am pretty good with." Oscare Iono: "I suppose that's one reality-- what?" Nathan Telluride: "I see the reflection of someone who feels pretty blasted good about life, at the moment." Oscare Iono: "... Hm." Oscare Iono: "When don't I? I'm not cut out for this anymore. I feel as good as dead on the inside, I'd claim." Oscare Iono: "-- Fucking stroper is ruining the scenery." Vaughn Antain frowns at Oscare's words, but keeps silent. Nathan Telluride: "Not cut out for... storytelling? Public events? Stinking pond water?" Oscare Iono shakes his head. "Never mind it. I'm going home. Give Jancis my thanks and that I will seek her out later." Nathan Telluride turns to Vaughn. "I just failed a diplomatic opportunity, didn't I?" Vaughn Antain turns to Nathan. "Do you...know why he's like that? Do you know him as well?" Nathan Telluride: "I can hardly say I know him very well at all. But I do hope he comes out of it." Vaughn Antain: "Oh... I hope so too." Vaughn Antain: "Lady Jancis seems to think highly of him, as does another friend of mine. Though, I only remembered the name spoken. I didn't realize that was him until today." Nathan Telluride: "Jancis seems to know him best. But she's rather occupied in these sorts of occasions. Oscare does have a gift for tales; it's not something to give up lightly." Vaughn Antain: "Hmm... Well, I hope to see him again soon. Ask how he's been, if he's feeling better." Nathan Telluride chews his lip. "Give it time. The lure of the crowd has a power over men of certain talent. It can heal as well as harm. I'm sure it will find him." Vaughn Antain smiles and bows to Nathan. "Mm, and thank you for your song as well. Safe travels." Nathan Telluride: "Keep being a man to attract attention, Vaughn, no matter the sort, and never hide your truths." Vaughn Antain: "OF course." [align=center]♪♪♪[/align] Iskierka Stormspeaker: Next? Koporo Aporo "Ma'am." Iskierka Stormspeaker: How can I help you? Koporo Aporo "...I...I wish t'ask. Of my future with Memeli Meli...Are we really meant t'be?" Iskierka Stormspeaker spreads out her cards in front of him. "Let's see, shall we? Pick one." Koporo Aporo "..." Jancis Milburga turns, smiling at Tausen. "Did everyone stop grabbing at you for your story?" Koporo Aporo silently, he looks over the cards, and points towards one in the center of the arrangement. Iskierka Stormspeaker: The Hierophant. You know what this card is telling me? Koporo Aporo "Isn't...Isn't the Hierophant a pious man?" Iskierka Stormspeaker: He is. Koporo Aporo "I ain't no preacher..." Iskierka Stormspeaker: He's saying to be as you are... and that maybe instead of talking to a fortune teller about your future with Memeli, you should be discussing the matter with her. Koporo Aporo "I...I see." Iskierka Stormspeaker: Be open and honest, and all will be well. Koporo Aporo "Thank ya, ma'am." Iskierka Stormspeaker: You're welcome. Koporo Aporo gives Iskierka Stormspeaker a Flame salute. "Fer coin an' country!"

[align=center][/align] In the cities and the centers of villages, tripods of spears are tied together. The ground around them littered with gerbera flowers, crops, coins, even some with animal offerings. Though some people circle near them, looking at the sacrifices, no one dare touch what is left there. The hardy, strong and able, make their way north. To the cold, to the snow, to the blistering winter. "We go to honor The Fury" "I go for strength" "I take my men up there to show them true determination" "I want to see the warriors" "My pa was a good man, I go to remember his sacrifice" The bells ring soon, pilgrims.

PMs with details have been sent out. Anyone else with questions before the event feel free to ask! Very excited for a powerful pilgrimage. Our longest one yet! :lol: Very fitting for Halone.

[align=center]"I should leave better words to a man who can weave them into tapestry and herald the end of our performances, Master Telluride if you would please."[/align] [align=center]"Master Telluride in the flesh!"[/align] [align=center] Nathan Telluride stands, taking stage on the boulder, "Althyk changes things, all right. Tonight, I was set to duet, but circumstances have kept my lovely partner from us tonight, while she tends to sudden urgent business. But! The show goes on." "The god of change affects everyone - even arrogant, annoying, lewd bards like myself. I used to be a solitary kind of bastard, until I learned what a good harmony could bring." Oscare nods in agreement. "Aye, aye." "So, this is a part of our story, the one that changed me from being strictly a solo act, and since Cora is not here, I will have to sing our song to her stand in." Nathan strums his lute to a surprisingly slow, heavy beat, as he clears his throat, apparently serenading the wind-up Minfilia. ♪ It was a clear night, four days paast Starlight; she turned and said to me, 'This is our first one.' ♪ ♪ I tried to sing a song, one that I thought I knew; I stopped and said to her, 'This one's about you."♪ ♪ 'Twas at the Quicksand, that I first touched your hand; I played a simple tune, then it was me and you. ♪ ♪ It was a clear night of tide and heartbeats; I knew not at the time the things that we would do. ♪ ♪ In the bars, under stars, did I show you my strings, but the wind and the ocean brought on other things. ♪ ♪ When I first held you there, on a dock in the Mist, it was maybe a passing thing after we kissed. ♪ ♪ And although you were lovely, by the gods all above me, When that symphony stopped, I expected no more. ♪ ♪ Then your harp started playin, to see if I were stayin', and inside I was moved, and we danced trough the night. ♪ ♪And the melody you played me never did quite go away, and so I am besides you still, today. ♪ ♪ Don't you want to be free from a wand'rer like me, out of evening gloom and back safe in your room? ♪ ♪ But you say you'll be fine, with a fresh glass of wine, and we face a new cycle with fresh new design. ♪ ♪ And the melody you played me never did quite go away, and so here I am beside you still, today. ♪ ♪ I might have been alone: you safe, within your home. My dreams were changed once I had found you. ♪ ♪ Now you're stuck with me, babe, your dreams mixed with my own. If I'm not to be alone, I'll build my dreams around you. ♪ ♪ And the melody you played me never did quite go away, and so here I am beside you still, today. ♪ Nathan bows to his 'partner', and then to the audience, as the lute stills. "Lady Jancis, the rock is yours." "Thank you." Jancis spoke over the applause, encouraging it to continue. "Pilgrims, I beg your hands again for all of our wonderful performers, story tellers, and the music from our bards this day." "Also a very grateful thank you and praise to our guards who made our path safe and our pilgrimage carefree." she reaches out, gesturing behind everyone to the stoic guards along the waterline. "At this time, Lady Iskierka has agreed to listen to your needs, your tales, and perchance give you a glimpse into the future, Althyk willing. If you wish to speak to her she shall be upon this rock." Jancis holds up the hand-bell, ringing it, heralding the end of the pilgrimage ceremony. Others echo out through the crowd and in the twilight people stand and stretch, breaking into groups to talk and enjoy each-others company.[/align]

[align=center]Jancis pats Tausenadel's shoulder. "I do have something that should be of quite delightment to the pilgrims. A story inspired by The Keeper and some might claim is true, though..." "Tausen, might I implore you to share it with everyone?" "Go on ya big lug." Tausenadel Geispyrsyn looks up, nodding. "O' course, lass!"[/align] [align=center]Ehla steals his spot as Tausen as some people clap and cheer.[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center] "Ahoy, ye lot. I've a tale I've heard a dozen times ov'r the course o' me life. I hope ye 'njoy it iffin' ye haven't heard it." "Once, long ago, two men were set to war. Bent on each oth'r's utt'r oblit'ration, to bring their lands an' armies to bear against'un anoth'r. They had 'ttempted peace but there could be no und'rstandin'. They had 'ttempted bart'r an' trade, but there could be no agreement. So'un day, in desp'ration, one of the men approached Althyk in his hall." "Here he found Althyk, seated in His grand throne, with His mighty axe upon the wall behind Him. The man begged Him to grant him the solution to solvin' this feud. A way to stave off the comin' war, as he himself hadn't the strength to do so. Althyk thought on this for a great while an' finally agreed to assist." "In an effort to count'r the evils this man's foe would assuredly commit, Althyk would allow one of the beggin' man's s'rvants to return to a prior time. To ent'r a previous era an' convince the foe or his family at a young'r date that this choice of battle was folly. Althyk granted the beggin' man His Hourglass, with strict instructions on its use." "The man thanked Althyk from the bottom of his heart, promisin' the God that His tool would not be misused. Travelin' home with great speed, the beggin' man returned to his castle an' chose his man with care. 'pon selection, he gave his chosen s'rvant his ord'rs, diff'rin' from the suggestion an' rules laid down by Althyk. 'Slay mine foe, man o' mine. Slay him through the death o' his moth'r so that he may nev'r have been born.'"[/align] [align=center]Pilgrims looked up in surprised, a little pink-haired Leilani's eyes widening! [/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]"Althyk sensed this change, growing angry at this deceit. He went to the opposin' man, warnin' him o' the first man's plot. Givin' him a simil'r Hourglass, He allowed a s'rvant of THIS man's choosin' to return to the past as well. This s'rvants goal, to protect his mast'r's moth'r. S'ara Conarr."[/align] [align=center]"As these men fought their feud across the fields o' time, Althyk grew sullen. His gifts were bein' misused, his realm trampled 'pon. It was this day he declared that man would have travel but a single direction in time. Forwards. For to return from whence ye came brings nothin' but confusin' plot holes an' bad sequels."[/align] [align=center]"Thank ye all!" Said Tausenadel, bowing to the crowd as they sat in silence.[/align] [align=center]"..." ".............." Eventually the pilgrims, getting over their shock, applauded and laughed, Memeli gave a standing ovation, Others clapped... claps... clapclap clap clap clap. The roedagyn wandered back to his seat, pleased with himself. "Words escape me."[/align]

[22:00][FC] huehuehue [22:00][FC] HUEHUEHUE [22:00][FC] wha's that word that when you see a word so many times it stops having any meaning [22:00][FC] Semantic satiation. [22:01][FC] I had that happen with the word color a couple times. [22:01][FC] Semantic Satiation [22:01][FC] omg [22:01][FC] Semantic Satiation [22:01][FC] Semantic Satiation... what a wonderful phrase~ [22:02][FC] Semantic Satiation... it ain't no passin' craze! o/` [22:02][FC] It means strange wordies, for the rest of your days! [22:02][FC] [22:02][FC] It's our meaning free, wordology! [22:02][FC] Semantic Satiation~ o/` [22:03][FC] \o Semantic Satiation! [22:03][FC] Heh. [22:03][FC] Good times. [align=center][/align]

You two need to parka the puns! Lalalala Noted. Also there are a lot of guards, I really don't have a job for Kopo to do. Appreciate the offer though!

YES! Oh this so gives me an excuse to post this picture!! Le Joy What can I say? I'm snowflake when it comes to punning. :thumbsup: Not a "snowshoe-in"?

YES! Oh this so gives me an excuse to post this picture!! Le Joy Osric you're just hoping we'll be on the beach for summer wear! Those two... I'm following them by their 'patron month' if anyone is following along http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/The_Twelve Really funny is I found that painting on Google Image search with a ton of random search names and I thought it was really fitting because Halone doesn't like Nophica and Nophica is tied to the Conjurers and Conjurers get a unicorn pony so... white unicorn in a blizzard. So if you want to be a grinning fool on a white unicorn was the pilgrims walk by, I'll take a screenshot. hehehehe :lol::lol::lol::lol::lol: I didn't write it in the event post, but the cat is out of the bag!! I'm so thrilled. Ul'dah's own Aya will be showing up and making a special guest appearance.

Okay Thank you both so much for the offers. This month around I'm actually quite set with guards so I don't need anymore official ones, though I'm very happy with the offer and hate having to turn people away. But at this point we might have as many guards as pilgrims. woah ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Event is this Saturday! Be sure to have some kind of furs or clothing that covers everything and a hat. It'll be COLD! Brrr! [align=center][/align]

[align=center]"It is said that not all times are joyous, but they do have meaning. Lord Vaughn please honor us with your music and your tale."[/align] [align=center] Vaughn Antain tunes his lapharp as he cautiously walks up. "Thank you, Lady Jancis."[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center] "Times change many stories. This is one that I have changed to help bear with the past." Vaughn starts playing his lap-harp.[/align] [align=center]“Long ago, on an island in the Jade Sea, lived a Man and his Wife in a hut in the middle of the thick forests. They worked hard to clear the land and build their home while keeping the surrounding area pristine and untouched by their hands.” [/align] [align=center]“One day, the Man heard word from the ocean spirits that his brother was at sea. He knew his Brother had no experience outside the sands of Thanalan, and the sea is a dangerous place for those unfamiliar with it. His Wife saw the troubled look in her husband’s face, and used the remainder of their supplies to build him a small boat to rescue his brother.”[/align] [align=center]“However, the sea had other plans. Not long after the Man left to find his brother, a Soldier visited the Wife, telling her she betrayed her own kind by living like a savage instead of the royalty she was born to, and must return to her noble house or pay for her treacherous deed.” “The Wife fought back with her words, telling the Soldier she’d rather die than be without her Husband. That no one else ever showed her kindness or love before him. The Soldier drew his sword upon her, but she had tricks of her own. She called upon the surrounding water spirits to bury the Soldier beneath their waves, but the Soldier was too quick.” “He dodged the attempts of the minor spirits and encased his sword in bolts of lightning, easily overpowering the spirits, and then the Wife. Fight as she tried, she could not overcome the lightning that suddenly coursed through her veins. Once she was defeated, the Soldier burned the hut to the ground, as well as the rest of the forest.”[/align] [align=center]lEEZ5jB5pWk [/align] [align=center] “Out at sea, the Man could still feel the loss that was in his heart. He no longer sensed the warmth of his Wife, and he heard the wounded cries of the water and earth spirits. Suddenly, he felt cold silver at his neck: the edge of a blade. ‘Brother,’ he said, ‘only you could ever sneak up on me. How could you do such things?’" [/align] [align=center]“The Brother spoke, ‘It is the Soldier who directs me. And I am no longer the Brother you once knew.’ The Man sighed, knowing all was lost. ‘May I at least write my Wife one last letter?’ the Man requested. The Brother nodded.” “The moment the letter was written, the Man closed his eyes and waited for the fatal blow. The Brother completed his orders from the Soldier, and sailed the tiny boat back to the island so the Man could rest with his Wife.” “Nowadays, one can see the island in the Jade Sea by the tell-tale red amaranths that now grow: The Man’s and the Wife’s favorite flower, blooming in the remnants of their eternal love.” Vaughn smiles lightly and wraps up the tune, nodding in a half-bow.[/align] [align=center]Though the pilgrims clapped there was a solemn feel to it, the story's effect washing over them. R'tashana brushed aside a tear. "You play beautifully. And such a touching story. I wish I had just a small sampling of your talent." Vaughn smiled at her. "If you wish to learn, I can teach." Tilting her head to the side, she replied "Perhaps..."[/align] [align=center]Nathan rubbed his chin, his face an impassive mask while Jancis took a deep breath, holding up her hand to ask for a moment. "Is amazing how words can touch us all, pardon my lapse."[/align] [align=center] [/align]

Event is posted! Thanks for all the feedback and quick turnaround. :blush: http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=9621 I really appreciated it for waiting so long on my part.

[align=center]In Celebration of the Fury [/align] [align=center]One and all is invited to come give thanks and hear inspirational words in regards to Halone.[/align] [align=center]Halone, mover of glaciers and goddess of war, commands the element of ice and is tied to the First Astral Moon (first month). She is depicted as a relentless warrior holding a bronze great-shield, and her symbol is three spears. Halone is also the patron of the Holy See of Ishgard, and is bitter rivals with Nophica. [/align] [align=center]Event starts in Mor Dhona outside Revenant's Toll (X:23 Y:6) on Saturday January 17th at 5:00PM Eastern EST (2200 UTC). [/align] [align=center][/align] Low level people outside of (20 and lower) will need to advise beforehand if they need passage to the venue. Guards will be available to help all pilgrims to the event safely. Pilgrims will be walking through dangerous frigid lands for quite some time as we head northern into Coerthas! Many layers, coats, and furs are required! For Pilgrims: During the performance, pilgrims are asked to be silent in the public channels. Emotes with /em, /say, and /yell are asked to be held off until the main performance is over. Animation and sound emotes are welcomed! Please just turn the text off on them during the performance. In lieu of reacting in /em and /say, pilgrims are encouraged to form parties with their friends and groups to react to each other in /p - that should help with the text bloat and keep the reactions more personal and immersed with the main people pilgrims want to interact with. Anyone willing to host a "during performance" party for those who come on their own please contact me so I can find you at the event start and get people together to interact and meet. If a group of friends has room in their party and wouldn't mind hosting a new addition, that would be wonderful too. We'll sort it out at the start of the event. After the performance, everyone is welcome to use /em and /say and can change parties as wanted. [align=center][/align] [align=center] Music and stories from some special guest speakers and bards will highlight the evening. After the presentation, everyone is encouraged to mingle, give prayers and thoughts, or partake in the smaller congregations. Blessings will be given for strength and vigor to pilgrims. Warpriests will escort those brave and strong enough to The Fury's stone. Entire main event is planned to last a hour with hosts staying around afterwards for free-form role play.[/align] [align=center]~While this is a pilgrimage in celebration of one of the Twelve, really would like to express the theme and environment of this event is to come together and have an inspiration evening for each other and on reflection. This night will not have strong overtones of worship and ceremony.~[/align] [align=center]Performing Guests:[/align] [align=center]Ameline Valtin Nathan Telluride Oscare Iono Vaughn Antain Xenedra Ambreaus[/align] [align=center]War Priest/Blessers:[/align] [align=center]Erik Mynhier Iskierka Stormspeaker[/align] [align=center]Guards:[/align] [align=center]Coatleque Crofte Lan Darklyn (and company) Lynx[/align] [align=center][/align]

Hurray so excited for another one and more stories. Also the venue is going to be just lovely! :lol: Question is though what is Oscare going to wear?

[align=center]"Lady, please come upon this stage and share with us all a story." Iskierka Stormspeaker walks up, "With pleasure."[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center] "I once had a very good friend who taught me a very important lesson. Though it was not given to her, she took her name from the very heavens, and made it her own. I asked her once how she did this. She smiled, and took my hand, and we walked to a remote spot, high up in the mountains. She pointed to a spot up in the sky and said 'There. That is where I belong.'" "I was confused, and a little saddened. I had hoped her place would be here, with me. When I told her this, she smiled, and said that it wasn't meant to be. That Althyk had made her from the stars, and that he had a place for me somewhere, too, I had only to find it. We could only be with each other for as long as it took us our individual places. We promised each other that we would help each other get there."[/align] [align=center] "Often I would find her in that spot, alone, talking to the stars. She told me she was spending time with her family. When I sat with her, she would talk about all the things she was going to do when she got home. I told her I would look up at her, and admire her, just like I was doing now. She told me she would shine all the brighter for me, knowing I was looking at her."[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]"Time passed, and we began to grow apart. I had become busy with my studies. She had to begin working to support her family. We saw each other less and less, but every now and then, I'd make my way up to our spot. It was rare that I'd catch her there. Often I'd see signs that I had just missed her, or I'd wait there for hours in vain. Eventually I just stopped going."[/align] [align=center] "One day she came to me, and took my hand, and she led me to our place under the stars. She told me that she couldn't be around anymore. She finally found a way to her place in the stars. It was the last night I saw her. Every night after I looked up to her spot in the sky and saw nothing. Moons later, on the trip I took to Limsa Lominsa to study at the Arcanist guild, I looked up at her spot, and saw a new star." [/align] [align=center]"I learned a valuable lesson from her. That it's often difficult to know ones place in the world. Times change, and we drift about like sands in the desert. So apt that Althyk commands the element of Earth. But there is a place for us all here, just like there is a place for each star in the sky. As it is above, so it is below. The wisdom to find your place must be followed by the will to be there." [/align] [align=center]"And once you're there, just as the stars have a role in helping us find our place, so must you help those around you find theirs."[/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center] "Thank you."[/align] [align=center]Fittingly, the night twinkled above, clouds breaking to reveal the star-filled sky. As the pilgrims applauded the masked lady, many looked up to the heavens, gazing to see if they knew anyone up above as well.[/align]

[align=center]"At this time I would ask Sir Aporo, follower of Althyk, to share a story with us all."[/align] [align=center]Koporo Aporo walks up, carrying a large box slung behind him. "Ahem."[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]"Now, ya'll 'ave probably noticed the locker on m'back by now. Thas' what carries m'swords. Fer this, I'mma need a certain sword in particular." He unfastens the locker from his back, laying it on the ground and opening it up. Inside is a plethora of pointy, stabby objects. "Now let's see..."[/align] [align=center]Koporo knees and from of the contents of the locker he fetches a falchion made of steel. In the blade were many notches and scrapes, suggesting the blade had been through quite a lot. "This 'ere is Bleeder, my first sword, an' my first introduction into th'importance o' Time. This is, fer all intents an' purposes, m'story tellin sword."[/align] [align=center]"Now, 'spite m'young appearance, I'm actually older than a lot o' ya'll. Thirty-six thus far; more than I expected t'live." "This bein', I were born on the back o' the Dunebeast Great Berimu, as part o' m'Clan's caravan in th'sun-baked Sagoli." "I were a hunter, th'boy what went out an' killed t'bring food back fer th'Clan. Ne'er an easy job." "Anyroad, growin up in such an environment, ya'll tend t'git different interpretations o' stories an' lores well-known t'ya fellars native or semi-native t'Eorzea. This were 'specially true when it came t'the Twelve, our gods above who blessed us wit' life, however harsh it were." "I'd like to regale ya'll wit a tale shared t'me when I were barely able t'kill a buzzard. Bein' that small, not much makes sense t'ya...An' when presented wit' death, ya' need context."[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]"This is the Tale m'momma told me, o' Althyk an' th'Trader, an th'deal they made what set in place th'Cycle." Koporo kneels, balancing on his sword. "...Long ago in the early days, th'Twelve created all that were, an upon Althyk's shoulders were placed th'duty o' placatin' life. Althyk were a kind God, an' in his kindness he blessed us with lives what never ended." "Fer a time, Man as it were called were happy...But as Time marched on, endlessly, things turned sour. They grew despondent, runnin' outta things t'enrich their lives. What were the point? It lasted forever." "Man became sad, an' placated itself wit' solidarity, drowning in despair." [/align] [align=center]"Althyk were beside himself. He knew not how to make his subjects happy again, t'appreciate their lives. An' so, he turned t'the wisest among the Twelve, the Traders Nald'Thal."[/align] [align=center]"He asked of them, what were he t'do, an' after thinkin' fer a moment, the Twins responded. "Make life temporary."[/align] [align=center]"At first, Althyk was repulsed. Wouldn't Man then spend its days fearing death?" But left with his depressed existence t'watch o'er, he inevitably felt he had no choice. Althyk put in place a grand cycle. What lived would come t'die. An what died would feed the growth o' new life." [/align] [align=center]"An he watched...An' he waited. An 'fore his eyes, Man awakened from its depravity. With only so much time in th'world, every action, every fleetin' moment held more worth than all th'gold in th'world, an life were as it should've been: cherished." [/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]"This, my momma told me, is why we die. It ain't a punishment fer livin. An it ain't a cruel joke on th'part o' the Gods. It's so we treasure what lives we 'ave."[/align] [align=center]There was a hush silence in the crowd until a blatant voice called out, "Is this where I clap? I can't tell." "Screw it." and started the clapping. The pilgrims followed in suit, applauding the story.[/align] [align=center] "That is m'story, thank ya fer listenin' t'an old Dunesfolk." he said with a bow.[/align]

Is the theme "Ways to make Jancis land on her fainting couch"? *hand on forehead* Ohh.... *fabric fluff sound*