Jancis

[align=center][/align] [align=center]"Feeling close to the Scholar, I have a great reverence towards Byregot. In the pursuit of knowledge, experiencing it for wisdom, applying it for building. It is the physical of all we have accomplished." [/align] [align=center]"Look around and at yourself. The clothes you are wearing, the shoes. How well balanced weapons are. How nurturing food is. All of that, regardless of its size, is an amazing creation. Would be remiss to not feel some pride; feel the mark you leave on yourself and others."[/align] [align=center]Jancis stands back and waves at the blank canvas that has been posted up by the stone. "We all start out as a canvas like this, life is a painting that does not erase or end. You continue to paint upon it; others do. And each day you add a bit to it shall make it all the more potent and meaningful to your own or another's."[/align] [align=center]Jancis takes one of the brushes by the canvas and carefully draws the symbol of Byregot on the middle of it. It is simple and not perfect, but the black stands out in stark contrast on the white cloth. Standing back, she looks at it for a moment and brings out some other colors and brushes.[/align] [align=center]"I would like to thank very much the guards who have kept vigil over us during our celebration. To everyone who shared words and stories and even songs this day." [/align] [align=center]"I welcome you all to leave your own mark here this night, and either write or paint something upon this canvas on what you are building in your own lives. What you work on. What you work towards." [/align] [align=center]Jancis smiles at everyone and raises her hands up, ringing the hand bell and heralding the end of the celebration![/align] [align=center]♦♦♦♦♦[/align] Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, "I will come... and now, I want to add some color to the canvas up there. Come with me?" Aiouxdaux Beaumont glances back, then nods and dips his fingers in the red paint and smears it across the canvas. A mass of red which, after some smearing, comes to look like wives of the ocean, and a small half circle upon the horizon. All in shades of red and white, "...mm, there. Fitting?" Asmodean Gaidin looks at the canvas before looking back down at the now sleeping unicolt in his arm. " I'll have to wait for you wake.... or find someone to hold you it seems." He said quietly before looking about. Asmodean Gaidin walks closer to the stone before dropping to knee to place the tiny colt on the ground. He then removed a glove and dipped a finger tip into the black paint before slowly drawing out a heron. HE looks at it for a while before nodding, thinking it was a fair match to the symbol he was thinking of. Barengar Armsbreaker slowly pushes himself to his feet, turning his attention to the canvas with a thoughtful expression. Barengar Armsbreaker stood at the rear of those gathered before the canvas, painting their contributions. He was not even quite certain why he was considering adding something himself, yet here he was. Barengar Armsbreaker took in a full breath before grunting and simply stepping toward the canvas and taking a brush of blue paint. Barengar Armsbreaker was far from an accomplished artist , but he would put forth his best effort into the task. As he did with everything he chose to do. He took his time and, by the time he was finished, the was one woad-blue shark painted upon the canvas. Though to some it might appear to be a simple fish, it was enough for the Ala Mhigan as he gave a firm nod and took a step back; brush discarded. Barengar Armsbreaker glances over his shoulder and then around the area of the large stone before backing himself up toward the edge, quietly watching those that arrived to paint upon the communal canvas. Blake Forester picks up a brush with dalamud red paint added to it. He then finds an empty enough space to start his drawing. He is careful with each stroke, deliberately planning out a rather elaborate chunk of artwork. What is produced is al khan khee, an endless walk or hammer. A seemingly endless knot. (( http://i.imgur.com/nalnSYn.png )) Blake took a step back and stared up at the work. Blake Forester looks up to the painting and then back down to Jadoth. "We aren't much without our dreams I suppose. The idea of maybe someday, you know?" Chachanji Gegenji timidly approaches as the pilgrims turn their attentions on each other. "S-so... we should draw somethin' here then?" Chachanji Gegenji takes the brush and looks at the canvas, finally drawing what is likely supposed to be a shield of some sort in the bottom right corner. It was about the highest he could reach. Chachanji Gegenji: "I... I wonder how many folkses are gonna draw somethin' on th' canvas..." Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I'm better at makin' a shield than drawin' one..." Cliodhna Eoghan Glances over at the canvas Cliodhna Eoghan Brushes her fingers lightly on Erik's arm before leaving. "I'm going to paint something a moment....Be right back." Cliodhna Eoghan Kneels down and picks a rolanberry colored paint, gaze fixated on the canvas; teeth worrying her bottom lip in thought. After a long pause she paints what looks like two different sized hands. the first one with smaller, cubby fingers. the latter one bearing slender fingers and long nails. Sighing quietly; she dusts the dirt from her knees and stands. Cliodhna Eoghan Motions to the paints and brushes. "Let me scoot out of the way then." Grins again Jancis Milburga: "Please feel free to grab a brush and add your own mark. Are plenty of paints and colors." Edda Eglantine frowns at the painting, as if it offended her. Edda Eglantine: "No," Edda says slowly, and looks back to the canvas. "I have been busy with other things." She picks up a brush, suddenly inspired, but hesitates. Edda Eglantine sideyes Franz. "You are not." She looks back to the canvas and dips her brush in a gentle pink, and begins to paint a tiny briar rose at the bottom center of the canvas. It is remarkably life-like and practiced, that at a distance it might almost seem real. Finished, she sets the brush down and takes a step back. Erik Mynhier draws two interlocked rings with a bell below them. Erik Mynhier: Most of my goals are met, but I painted a sign that hopes for a smooth wedding. Fiona Cooper dips in her pocket and takes something, popping it in her mouth as she watches people paint. Franz Renatus stares at the canvas from a distance Franz Renatus quietly hums to himself, debating if he wants to add anything to the canvas. Franz Renatus walks up to the canvas Franz Renatus motions to the canvas. "Draw or paint what you like. I'll not be a bother." He takes a few steps away. Franz Renatus looks around for a brush and some red paint, walking over to the canvas. Franz Renatus takes hold of the brush carefully, painting the face of a young-looking girl. It's no masterpiece by any means, but the features are easy enough to see. Franz Renatus carefully returns the paint and brush to where they were previously, after finishing. Gareth Evershield clambers his way up the rock, slowly awaiting a turn to paint upon the canvas. Gareth Evershield moves forward, kneeling down to take up a red brush. He sets his tongue in his cheek as he slowly paints what appears to be a shield, drawing a line down the middle of it. He had thought to draw the Red Wings symbol elsewhere, but his Paladin insignia already looked bad enough. He grins, shaking his head and standing once more. Gareth Evershield 's shoulders sag as he lets out a stressed breath, sitting down beside the canvas for a moment. Jadoth Bloodreign grabs a brush, dunking it into some metal-gray paint. He draws a sword on the canvas - one that resembles the sword tied to his belt. Jana Ridah: How do I draw amends? Jana Ridah: I think I know what to draw. Jana Ridah picks a small corner and randomly grabs a blue brush, drawing a circle with a stick coming out of it. J'azhar Tia lurches forward, scrambling to his feet and wends his way quickly towards the canvas as quickly as he can manage without tripping over the other pilgrims. When he gets there, however, he hesitates - before bypassing the brushes entirely, and dipping his fingers into a pot of vivid yellow paint. A bold smear upon the canvas - a circle, like in Ciel's story, bright and warm. Azeyma. The sun. And then, fingers still dripping yellow, he whirls away into the crowd once more. J'azhar Tia grins in return - and then entirely as though expecting Aioux to submit, reaches up to paint two sun-shine yellow streaks across his cheeks, one below each eye. Then, satisfied with his handiwork, he does the same to his own cheeks. Jancis Milburga: "There is still room on the canvas up here by the stone. Looks like the crowd has moved on. Lots of paints must needs use them up." John Waterstrike there doesn't seem to be much emotion to the clap that John gives. There was so much that he had to work on building...or rebuilding in the case of his and Howl's friendship. He brought his camera up so that he can get pictures of those painting symbols. John Waterstrike moves up on the stone but out of the way so that others can reach the canvas and give himself time to work on what he wish to paint on it...if there might be room once everyone was done. John Waterstrike moves over to the canvas, taking one of the brushes. He takes a moment and draws the symbol for physick. He place the brush back and wonders if that is enough. Kepolo Kana examines the canvas thoughtfully, humming softly to herself as she thinks. Kepolo Kana picks up a brush and dips it into a pot of lavender paint, looking at the canvas she thinks about what to draw. Raising her hand up she taps the brush against her chin, leaving a purplish smear. Kepolo Kana steps up to the canvas and draws a picture of a lavender colored carbuncle reading a blue book. Grinning she puts the blue and lavender brushes back and itches her nose, adding a blue streak to her face. Kepolo Kana: "Are you going to draw on the canvas too?" Kepolo Kana gestures behind her at the large canvas. "The canvas! I drew a carbuncle." She grins at the dark skinned man. Koporo Aporo "...I might have an idear..." He waddled off to the canvas, picking up the brush. Koporo Aporo "Ya...Kinda corny, but I like it." He points to the arrangement of stick figures with the words "Fahmly" written underneath. Lilia Lia steps forward and takes the brush, drawing in two swift strokes a small heart, like the one on her cheek. She pauses for a second, then draws another, slightly smaller heart beside it. Nadine Marteau quietly approaches the canvas, taking a brush and beginning to paint a green stem blooming from the bottom of the canvas, complete with thorns. Once done, she pants a red rose flower atop it. She then steps away with a smile. Nako'li Chalahko stretches and heads towards the canvas Nako'li Chalahko moves away from the canvas. Nako'li Chalahko kneels and retrieves a brush, then near the center, underneath Jancis' own picture, the draws the scroll of Thaliak, with the symbol of Nald'thal located within it. His initials adorning the rolls of the scroll. Nako'li Chalahko nods to himself and then turns away from the canvas, bowing to Jancis once more before leaving the rock. Oscare Iono: "I should at least go and do something at the canvas." Oscare Iono taps his chin in thought before facing the canvas again. He kneels down to start his brush strokes, painting a small circle cut in half, one side shaded and the other not. The shaded side had a frown while the unshaded side was smiling, giving it a strange sideways S-look. He backs away after placing the tools back. "How's that?" Qaratolui Noyakir hearing the announcement about the canvas, and seeing that the crowd has indeed thinned some, decides he might as well take his turn soon. He begins walking toward the canvas. Qaratolui Noyakir looking at the many colours of paint left over, he pauses for a moment, content to watch the others still using it. Qaratolui Noyakir looks purposefully at the various pictures drawn on the canvas, searching for space to squeeze in another. He steps forward and dips his finger in one of the darker paints, then begins his work. Qaratolui Noyakir makes a somewhat crude drawing of some kind of tent, surrounded by a black circle. Happy with his work, he pauses to look at it pensively, getting a bit of paint on his chin. Qaratolui Noyakir nods at the canvas and looks around at the others, almost smiling, as he wipes his hands on his pants, not realizing there's still paint on his chin. Qhora Bajihri waits for an opportunity, then ducks in to pick up a brush with blue paint, and leave a quick, simple curl to one side of the canvas. Raisan Arcmantle takes out his blacksmith hammer and a titanium rivet and punches it into the lower corner of the canvas. Changed to his goldsmith hammer and etches in the Harbringers emblem into the head of the rivet. Valentinoix Thibault: Is it common practice to use oneself as a canvas? Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap now the crowd hath thinned, I may partake in this painting. Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap a small attempt at painting afore leaving. I do dislike the Woods. Valentinoix Thibault takes the brush, pondering what to paint. Maybe that flower over there by the lake. Valentinoix Thibault studies the mess of colors. It seems like a jumble, but it's bright enough to see. He dips the brush into paint and paints a few yellow strokes, making a similar shape to the large fuzzy yellow flowers in the area. Valentinoix Thibault dabs the brush in some green and paints a kind of line. "A flower. Mayhap." It looks like a flower to him. [align=center][/align] Vaughn Antain nods. "That she does." She looks up at the crowd around the canvas. "Ah, it's still crowded. I'm sure my prayers will be heard either way. By a paintbrush here or the harp strings at home." She turns back to Angora with a smile. "Take care of yourself, and don't be a stranger."

[align=center]"And now, to send us off from our celebration, Lady Ciel has a story to share with us all."[/align] [align=center]Ciel Sauveterre motions in welcome. "'Tis good to see you all again, and hello to those joining us if this happens to be your first Celebration. "[/align] [align=center]"In the spirit of the celebration, I thought it meet to first mention just how much of a -challenge- it was to come up with something this time around. Whether song or tale, I've spent the past moon or so trying to cobble together something proper for the occasion. What I found myself with were bits and pieces of ideas, and scarce enough glue and twine to stick them all together into something cohesive. "[/align] [align=center]"In the end, here we are with a tale which may appeal to some for its familiarity, and which may yet bring a dawning of inspiration to others who most need to hear it."[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]"Now, this tale is best told with some audience participation. Might there be a gentleman present who wouldn't mind playing the role of the story's hero? Come now, don't be shy..." Ciel looks around.[/align] [align=center]Cyneler waves. Koporo raised his hand...Erm sword. Edda holds up Chuchukepa's arm. Ciel beckons to Cyneler.[/align] [align=center]"Ladies and gentlemen, the hero of our tale, Ser Cumference!"[/align] [align=center]"Herloix Cumference was a man who had spent most of his youth living in privelege, and sparing hardly a concern for those among the poor. He had practically been born with a mythrite spoon in his mouth, and he would put up a tremendous fuss if it seemed anyone had any ideas of taking it out. "[/align] [align=center]As with many young men of Ishgard, Herloix had aspirations of becoming a knight and began his training toward knighthood in the usual ways. His tests involved fortitude of mind, body, and will, as well as in his devotion to the Fury. Time and again, he proved himself, but his knighthood was finally won in felling a dragon which tried to devour the lord of his House.[/align] [align=center]Ciel asks "How big was it?" Cyneler looks stumped, waving wildly in various sizes... Ciel makes a straight face at Cyneler. "...Oh my, that -is- impressive."[/align] [align=center]"Anyroad... Herloix's life only got better from there. Not only did he get to distinguish himself amongst his peers, but he quickly thereafter proposed to his sweetheart of many years, Cevilia, and within another year or two later they were bound and brought their first child into the world. He was happy, and found himself wanting for nothing."[/align] [align=center]"Alas, Ser Cumference was oblivious to one thing working against him. For as long as he knew his beloved, never once was it mentioned that she had someone else - an inquisitor - who had been jealously pursuing her as a rival for her heart, and this fellow took it none too well when his intended lass accepted her life with Herloix."[/align] [align=center]"The inquisitor bided his time, planning in the shadows, and eventually brought charges of heresy against Cevilia. Tragically, this ended up costing her her life, and Herloix his knighthood and all of his fortunes. Seemingly in an instant, the life he knew had been utterly destroyed, but he was allowed to keep breathing and deal with the consequences." Cyneler slumped, collapsing to his knees, he head bowing even further.[/align] [align=center]"Having nothing left but his his infant son and the clothes on his back, Herloix slipped away from Ishgard late one night during a raging storm, certain that no one would bother going to look for them. He sought shelter among the caves until the worst of the storm passed, and then continued to pluck his way south until the then green, rolling slopes of Coerthas vanished from view."[/align] [align=center]"He wandered for suns, hitching rides with merchant caravans when he could and doing some spare work for them until they reached a small fishing village. With no idea as to where he and his son would go next, only that he still wished to put more room between himself and his former home, he boarded the first available sail ship and departed for the Vylbrand. Several suns more passed, and much of that time was spent surrounded by naught but shore-less sea as he again worked to earn his passage."[/align] [align=center]The man wandered the stone 'stage' above the pilgrims, looking around as he plodded.[/align] [align=center]"Herloix and his son eventually disembarked upon the shores of a young city with white stone walls gleaming in the light of day, and he spent the last of his earned gil keeping his son fed. Limsa Lominsa was such a change from what he had always known, the people were free to live and believe as they please, and they were not afraid to embrace a life outside of the watchful eye of the Fury's servants. There were abundant opportunities to be had, but for someone who had started life in a high place, Herloix had no idea where to even begin."[/align] [align=center]"Still with his son clutched and dozing against his chest, the once knight wandered into a busy tavern and sat down. He listened and watched as other patrons boasted of treasures they found, or lucrative orders they've fulfilled through their guilds. He met another man at the bar, his clothing sweat and soot-stained from a long day's work at the anvil, and he asked Herloix what his story was. In the end the other man shrugged and placed a well-worn hammer on the counter in front of Herloix."[/align] [align=center]"You know the best part about being any sort of artisan? I've seen people turn shattered bits of broken glass and turn then into colorful mosaics and murals. Sounds like you had a solid life once," said the man with neither a smile nor a sigh of sympathy. "And you have but shattered pieces left. It's not enough to be -given- a life of ease simply by birthright, that sort of life is meaningless in the end. You already have everything you need, friend. Pick up those pieces, pick up that hammer, and follow me."[/align] [align=center]"Herloix, even though he had no trade skills and sensing he had no other options, did as the smith bid him to do and followed him to the workshop. The smith cast a hand about the room, a place lit mostly by the glowing embers of fire and coal. "We've just begun work toward one of the city's grandest fleet ships, and we need all the help we can get. If you're willing to work and work hard, I'll teach you everything you need to know, in the meantime you and your son will have a place to sleep and three square meals a day."[/align] [align=center]Cyneler practically grovels, nodding fervently in agreement.[/align] [align=center]"All at once, the weight of hopelessness lifted away from Herloix's shoulders. He looked to his son, and then to the hammer etched with the sigil of Byregot clutched in his other hand, and he knew in that moment that everything would be alright. Byregot, he realized, was not just the god of artisans and crafters but he would also be the hand which would help to put the shattered pieces of his life back together into something even more beautiful."[/align] [align=center]"And thus did the life of Ser Cumference come full circle." Ciel and Cyneler bows.[/align] [align=center]"Thank you for being such a great sport, sweetling." Cyneler blushes with embarrassment as Ciel claps for him.[/align] [align=center][/align]

[align=center]"I am very honored to introduce Master Bharfyst, who is going to share a story and more with us. The stage is yours, Lord." Bharfyst Elilstyrmsyn nods in acknowledgement and stands. He makes his way up to the rock, his steps heavy against the rock.[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center] Oi y'lot. I ain't one much for tellin' stories or singin' songs, so I hope you'll bear with me here. What I am is just a workin' stiff. One what just works with his hands. It ain't much, I admit, but I do what I can. Now before I get to singin' this one, I have a bit of a story to tell about how I learned it. I caught a bit o' work on the docks of Aleport an' there I met an' old salt, half blind an' workin' his fingers to th'bone on a sail. This man was a weaver, but he weren't no type like Redolent Rose or Yellow Moon. No, this fellow made his trade buildin' sails, nets, an' those gas bags for th'airships. This fellow said t'me, "boy, I know th'type o' sucker you are. We can smell our own. Now me, I worked m'whole life doin' Byregot's work. Never wanted more than what I could pay for with th'sweat o' m'brow. I raised a family on that ethic." He said, "A wife, three kids, all fed on my own blood sweat an' tears. Now, I'm proud of all that, to be sure. Don't change the fact I'm an idiot. Who'd live like me if they had the choice? S'why my kids went off t'fight the wars, I suppose. Saw m'life, thought they could do better. Ended up buryin' two of 'em. I ain't ever been much myself, son, but I know this. Whatever m'failin's have been... I'll live on in every sail that guides a ship home. That's what Byregot promises. No grand paradise. Just humble, everlastin' perfection." An' then he worked his sail an' sang this song. nrdl4ijru8o ♪ Come all of you workers who toil night and day! By hand and by brain to earn your pay! Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread! Have bled for your countries and counted your dead! ♪ ♪ In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines we've often been told to keep up with the times! For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job and with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed! ♪ ♪ But when the sky darkens and the prospect is war who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore? And expected to die for the land of our birth when we've never owned one handful of earth? ♪ ♪ We're the first ones to starve the first ones to die! The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky! And always the last when the cream is shared out for the worker is working when the fat cat's about! ♪ ♪ All of these things the worker has done, from tilling the fields to carrying the gun! We've been yoked to the plough since time first began and always expected to carry the can! ♪ Thank ya.[/align]

[align=center]Jancis beams then walks up next to Tausenadel Geispyrsyn and reaches up, patting his sleeve. "Do you feel inspired?" John takes a picture of Jancis and Tasenadel.[/align] [align=center]"I always am at these ev'nts, lass." "Mayhaps inspired enough to, ah, share one of your stories?"[/align] [align=center]Tausenadel grins wide, nodding once. "Aye, that I can do!" Tau rotates an arm and stretches as he clambers onto "The Speaking Rock". "Tausen, everyone!" The roedagyn gives a jaunty salute to the crowd.[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]A long 'while 'go, I knew a lass who wanted to be a smith. She had a dream to learn from the greatest smiths that ev'r lived.[/align] [align=center]Lass was barely fourteen cycles an' had the stubborness o' youth but she wasn't talkin' out her arse. She had a talent, any'un could see. She'd work the whole day without comin' up for air an' complain 'bout not havin' 'nough time for practice. Thing is, most o' those smiths are dead. So I made a point o' checkin' in on her whenev'r we were in port, see how she was comin' 'long.[/align] [align=center]'un time when we came back, I found that she'd rented a real shite spot down in Fisherman's Bottom for a smithy, her own space. I went down to congratulate her but there...wasn't much inside. A single anvil an' her tools, lots o' dusty wasted space. Doesn't matt'r how good yer work is, no'un's comin' all the way down there to buy from this rathole. I told her as such, 'cause I was young an' a bit o' an arse at the time.[/align] [align=center]She looked at me, smile as wide as the horizon an' shrugged. "I know what I'm doin'," she said, nodding knowingly. "I'm goin' to meet the smiths an' learn from the best. Ye'll see, ya green-tinted rolanb'rry." The slight 'gainst me honor was secondary to her revealed plan. Meet the smiths? The dead'uns? I pressed on that, conc'rn twitchin' at me brow.[/align] [align=center]She held up her hands for silence an' raised her hammer. Bringing it down in a steady swing, the metal rang out like a bell, echoing in the small room. Her face became rapturous, lookin' at me expectantly. I could only spread me hands in confusion and she scoffed haughtily. "Only a smith can hear Him."[/align] [align=center]"Hear who, lass?" "Byregot, ye daft blight'r! Who else?" Now, I've spoken at a few o' these pilgrimages, I ain't 'gainst the Twelve. But hearin' her talk like that...not usually a good sign. She waved off my off'r o' help, though. "I'll be fine. Come back next time an' ye'll see I'm the best there is!" So I left, promisin' to return.[/align] [align=center]♦♦♦♦♦[/align] [align=center]It was moons a'fore I could get back to Limsa an' while at sea I'd picked up a bit o' the hamm'r. Mostly to make rivets an' the like but I'd made a skillet or two I was sort o' proud o'. I was eag'r to see the lass 'gain an' tell her o' me new skills. But her door was barred, no sign out front. I peeked into the Fish'r's Guild, askin' iffin' they knew what had happened. A lalafell in a giant hat nodded up from spooling his line.[/align] [align=center]"That guppy hit the big time, lad! She sat in there for weeks just bangin' that hamm'r at all hours, talkin' aloud to folks I nev'r saw go in or out. Far as I know, she nev'r had a single custom'r until jus' a half-moon ago. Some posh hyur lad sauntered in an' paid her more gil than I ev'r seen for some sword she'd made. She was the talk o' the town right aft'r that!" Thankin' the lad, I went back to her old place.[/align] [align=center]Lookin' in the windows, I spied somethin' off. That same anvil was in the cent'r o' the room, the same I saw her use a'fore. Somethin' was atop it, a parchment. Thinkin' for a moment an' bein' a lad who was raised in the same room as forty oth'r folks, I didn't think twice o' forcin' the door a bit an' steppin' inside. I was right, there was a pap'r weighed down on the anvil.[/align] [align=center]"Tau, iffin' ye ev'r find this, I saw them. The smiths! They came jus' like He told me they would. I'm off to learn ev'n more, thank ye for yer friendship an' I'm sure I'll see ye 'gain someday. PS: Try the anvil 'gain!" It's true, she'd said 'only smith's can hear him' but...I can give it a shot. I'd fixed a chain link, I was jus' as much a smith as any'un! Fishin' me hamm'r from me pouch, I raised it high and gave a hearty slam.[/align] [align=center]I jerked me head 'round, no'un else was in the room. The clang was echoin' still, jus' as I recalled. But I was sure I'd heard a voice. Was that..? I tried it 'gain. Nothin'. Starin' at the anvil, I consid'red my friend. She believed that by practicin' an' workin' hard, she'd learn the secrets o' those that came a'fore her. Had she...somehow met them as well? I ain't sayin' I know the answ'r. Hells, I still haven't found her since.[/align] [align=center]The Twelve work in odd-arse ways an' Byregot Himself rewards hard work an' plannin'. Seein' things through. I'd like to think he showed the lass her dream, let those He'd taken into His embrace share their secrets, ev'n jus' for a night. Let the riddle o' steel pass down to anoth'r gen'ration.[/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center]'cause iffin' that ain't what happened, I'd spent moons meetin' a lunatic who was speakin' to anvils. Thank ye all for lis'nin'![/align]

[align=center]"Master Vann? Could we trouble you to impart some words on your experiences? We would be honored to see a glimpse into that mind of yours."[/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center]"Of course." Otto Vann would find his way up to the ‘stage’, clearing his throat with a gloved hand to his mouth as he turned to face the crowd and addressing them fully, speaking with his hands as much as his words while he began. “Good evening. I’m Otto Vann. Self-acclaimed Master Goldsmith and Weaver of Ul’Dah, and ever intrepid entrepreneur.” He’d tsk once as he went past his preamble and into the main speech he had thought of.[/align] [align=center]"I actually have something similar to say as compared to Chachan, but from a slightly different perspective. Forgive me everyone if you hear the same lesson twice."[/align] [align=center]♦♦♦♦♦[/align] [align=center]“I suppose, we should get right to it. Byregot was and is a smith by trade and to me, there are a lot of implications that come with that. We all know that his symbol is a Hand, and if you were to ask most honest crafters and artisans, we beseech his Blessing in our own work with our hands. Though I personally am not one to call myself much of a blacksmith. A lot here know that I have passionately pursued the art of working with precious metals instead as well as fabrics.”[/align] [align=center]“And that’s the point. More than a few people get wrapped up in the notion that if they aren’t rigidly aligned with the ideals of Byregot, and that if they aren’t a Smith by trade they will fail to find his favor. “ Otto shook his head, “No. No, what really matters is taking pride in your art. Because the act of crafting with your hands, /is/ art.”[/align] [align=center]“Much like how Byregot took real pride in his efforts when he learned from Thaliak, the first step for anyone aspiring to become an Artisan much like myself or ,ah Chachan here, is to take true pride in your work, your art. Simply hammering away at an anvil will do no one any good.”[/align] [align=center]"I can assure you that if you do, the Blessing will follow. Not everyone needs to find fame and fortune, just the desire to improve their world with their arts. I don’t need money anymore, I don’t need recognition anymore yet I still do my work. That’s actually what keeps me going most of all, the unending need to improve the world around me. I still create new clothing designs and jewelry because I enjoy trying to improve the world and how it looks.”[/align] [align=center]“I love sharing the Blessing I have, and yes I get paid to do that usually, but that’s more of a perk than the main reason. That’s what motivates me to strive towards a closeness with Byregot and his ideals of the Hand. Letting him work through me and what I envision. “[/align] [align=center]Chachanji flushes a little at all the references to him, waving away any glances in his direction.[/align] [align=center]“A lot of people have come to me in the past, seeking to be trained by me due to the reputation I have gained over my time in business. One, I feel for them, I doubt they are ready for that sort of disappointment. Two, they always expect for me to just guide their hand, and show them a manual and that will be all it takes with practice. That isn’t how blessed art comes about. It’s not even just a matter of ‘practice more’. Believe in your work, and it will come about.”[/align] [align=center]Otto bows. "Thank you."[/align] [align=center][/align]

[align=center]In Celebration of the Destroyer[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]One and all is invited to come give thanks and hear inspirational words in regards to Rhalgr.[/align] [align=center]Rhalgr, breaker of worlds and god of destruction, commands the element of lightning and is tied to the Fourth Umbral Moon (eighth month). He is depicted as a magi carrying a bronzen staff, and his symbol is the streaking meteor. Father of both Byregot and Halone, attendant to Nymeia, and guardian deity of the now fallen nation of Ala Mhigo.[/align] [align=center]Event starts at Little Ala Mhigo in Southern Thanalan (X:19 Y:14) on Sunday August 30th at 4:00PM Eastern EDT (Time Converter).[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]For Pilgrims:[/align] [align=left] 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] [align=center][/align] 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 and wisdom will be given to those who wish in attendance. Entire main event is planned to last a hour with hosts staying around afterwards for free-form role play. [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]Berrod Armstrong[/align] [align=center]Byrnhilde Wulf Ciel Sauveterre[/align] [align=center]Cliodhna Eoghan Jana Ridah[/align] [align=center]Nathan Telluride [/align] [align=center]Blessers/Sages:[/align] [align=center]Berrod Armstrong[/align] [align=center]Adalhaid Rask (Oli)[/align] [align=center]Guards:[/align] [align=center]Coatleque[/align] [align=center]Harbingers of Dawn[/align] [align=center][/align]

o_o That would be enough for the whole event! Careful or Berry's going to get more of a following all on his own! well she was a bit of a mama's girl and this is gonna make all that stuff come to the surface. >3 i am pleased, thamk you! Wow that was so much awesome Nathan. So much awesome. This might be just me, but I always took the whole destruction thing as a means of change, letting go of the past, and not giving into oppression. Fantastic! It's a really versatile role to play at taking questions and listening to others so it's great to have a volunteer. Plus with a gif like that who could ever refuse! .....y-yus pls...... We're there, dude. ... oi Don't make this as big of a charade as Thaliak ended up being. People will show up for all the wrong reasons and try to buy you fine men! :dazed: At this point we have Cliodhna, Ciel, Nathan, Byrnhilde, Berrod, and Jana speaking. That's more than enough. The stories will have to stay at max ten minutes now, too. I don't think we'll be walking to this one, just meet up at the stone and that'll save time. Thanks for all the feedback everyone! This is going to be fun!

[align=center]"I would like to ask Sir Gegenji to come forward and share his thoughts and feelings on the Builder now."[/align] [align=center]"M-me? F-first!? A-ah... um..." Chachanji Gegenji hurriedly gets up and dusts himself off. Jancis aside, "Sir Gegenji, everyone."[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]Chachanji fidgeted nervously as he waited for the murmur of the crowd to quiet down. He had attended and even helped with several other pilgrimages, but this was the first time he'd been called upon to actually speak in front of the amassed crowd beyond that one brief moment at the Mr. Eorzea competition. The whole situation was still rather daunting, even with Mr. Franz's words of advice in his mind, and he glanced away and swallowed hard before finally starting to speak in his own, unique way.[/align] [align=center]"As... as some'a ya may know... I'm... err... I'm from Doma." He paused, scratching at his cheek idly with a gloved finger. "'n-n so our culture is a bit... dif'rent. We dun have th' twelve, we have th' spirits 'n th' ancestors we seek aid from. Learnin' 'bout th' Twelve through Ms. Jancis' pilly grammages has been real interestin', hearin' 'bout each one 'n what they do."[/align] [align=center]"Outta all'a 'em, though, I'd have ta say I likeByregot th' bestest. I-I mean... all th' others're interestin' too - 'n there ain't nothin' wrong wit likin' 'em - but there's somethin'... I dunno... PERSONAL with Byregot. Like I can get 'im th' mostest since I'm a smith, 'n know what it's like ta put hammer ta steel'n make somethin'. I wanted ta do somethin' right fer 'im... 'n fer Ms. Jancis... so I thought long'n hard - 'nasked a lotta frands - about what I should say... "[/align] [align=center]Chachanji hesitates a moment. " 'n-n this is what I've come up wit..."[/align] [align=center]Chachanji fiddles about in one of his pouches, pulling out what looks like an unfinished earring - or at least what one could call in the vaguest sense -seemingly wrought out of iron. "I like ta make things... fer people. I know that sounds dumb 'n obvious b-but... I mean what I make is not jus' made fer its purpose, but fer that pertic'lar person. I could forge any ol' sword, but I'd rather it be -someone's- sword... weighted'n balanced'n styled ta fit that pertic'lar person."[/align] [align=center]"By makin' somethin' fer someone... I feel like I'm there halpin' 'em jus' a lil' bit when they have it - when they use it. Even if'n I'm not there in person, I'm still halpin' ta deflect those blows wit tempered plates or beat down th' bad guy wit folded steel. I-it feels odd sayin' that, since I wonder if'n... well... if'n it makes any sense, but... it's also why I think I like Byregot th' bestest. I think he'd unnerstand, bein' th' Builder 'n all."[/align] [align=center]He kicks at a couple loose pebbles awkwardly and tucks the earring away with a modicum of embarrassment before continuing. "That's what craftin'... 'n ta a degree Byregot 'imself... stands fer me, y'know? Makin' somethin' ta halp others - 'n-n it don't even need ta be weapons 'n armor like I make neither! Earring 'n jewelry ta halp show th' beauty in that frand'a yers, a potion ta perk 'em up when they're not feelin' well, even a home-cooked meal ta keep their tummies full 'n happy!"[/align] [align=center]Chachanji scratches at the evergreen mass of floof that crowns his head, as if trying to dig the words out of his head manually. "Each one is like... I dunno, I piece'a us... given freely ta another, ta halp 'em out. Or somethin' like that... I ain't too good wit th' fancy words but... I can get behind any God or spirit that's fer doin' that. 'n... it's why I think I do what I do. I want ta halp 'n protect people, but I know I can't never be ev'rywhere 'n do ev'rything all by meself."[/align] [align=center]Chachanji looks up across the crowd, scanning for familiar faces, a timid smile touching his freckled features. "But... I can use what talents I have 'n make somethin'... that can halp 'n protect in me place, y'know?" He fidgets with one of his gloves for a moment, and then hurriedly makes his way out of the spotlight - as if suddenly remembering there was a huge crowd spread out before him. If one were close enough, they might be able to notice the embarrassed flush on his cheeks.[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]John offers a small smile, tainted a little with sadness at Chachanji. He goes back to taking pictures of the event as people cheer and clap. [/align] [align=center]"Thank you Sir Gegenji!" "U-um... it... it weren't nothin', Ms. Jancis..."[/align]

[align=center]The sky was a brilliant blue that sun at Camp Tranquil. The bridges up to the elevated outpost were singing as the pilgrims arrived, footsteps across the wood in a steady pace. Happy voices and greetings arose as people met again between their busy lives and hardships. While the white-clad guards had to chip in and pat some anxious pilgrims, the overall demeanor was cheerful.[/align] [align=center]Jancis Milburga holds up a hand bell, ringing it in the air. "Welcome! Welcome everyone!"[/align] [align=center]"Welcome Pilgrims! I am beyond honored to welcome you here on behalf of all those who follow the Builder."[/align] [align=center]"O-oh, we're headin' out soon." Chachanji his notes one last nervous look over before stuffing them into one of his pouches. Asmodean, hearing the bell, drops to a knee and picks up the unicolt and hold it in his arms almost like babe. "Can't let you get stuck in the bog now can I?" He said in a half joking tone.[/align] [align=center]"As with every sun, we build. We work hard and put our effort into making our lives better. Be it making a sword, making a meal, clothing. Even in restful suns the things we create improve on life."[/align] [align=center]"So as we finish this pilgrimage think about those who have built on your life, the accomplishments you are working on. The people and things you have shaped and built and put a lot of effort into."[/align] [align=center]Jancis Keeps her voice raised, "So let us finish our pilgrimage to Byregot's stone!" She raises up her hand, ringing the hand bell and signaling the start of the pilgrimage.[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]"All life demands struggle. Those who have everything given to them become lazy, selfish, and insensitive to the real values of life. The very striving and hard work that we so constantly try to avoid is the major building block in the person we are today."[/align] [align=center]"We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us."[/align] [align=center]"If opportunity does not knock, build a door."[/align] [align=center]"It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men."[/align] [align=center]"Be true to yourself. Make each day a masterpiece. Help others. Drink deeply from good books. Make friendship a fine art. Build a shelter against a rainy day."[/align] [align=center]Cliodhna wrinkles her nose at the squishy ground.[/align] [align=center]Jancis comes up to the stone, beckoning everyone to gather and sit. Blankets are unfurled and put down. Near the stone a blank canvas is set up. Drummers sit close to the group and keep a strong beat thrumming in the background. "Please, make yourselves comfortable pilgrims."[/align] [align=center]Despite the swampy surroundings, the patches of grass and dry spots quickly had groups clustered together to sit on. The bells happy chiming faded out as everyone settled. The pilgrimage completed, the celebration to Byregot was about to begin![/align] [align=center]Ag6y6jz7bQQ [/align]

It always has - I just used it as an excuse to post that picture. :blush: We have footage of that... I loved this improv show. :love: iAZcJ2gCpEo Yay coolest. Just participating and being there is contributing. [align=center] [/align] i wanna see a song about ala mhigan dark roast now..... :< and you know clio's gonna be there, along with some long repressed feels luls Hehehehe all the feels :lol: :lol::lol: :lol: Wonderful! I will set up a PM and give you the basics I already have, we can brainstorm the rest together. And I'll touch base what time frame works best for everyone and try to match it up best as possible. Thanks for all the feedback! I'm excited for this one! It's #11!

I'll keep touch with you on it. Thanks! Yay! Dogberry mentioned you'd want to come, but having Lady Brynhilde speak!! :lol: Oi :dodgy: Please don't make it too corny, just knock the fourth wall. I don't want a song about Ala Mhigan coffee. [align=center][/align]

Working on a pilgrimage event... one of the shortest walks ever in Little Ala Mhigo to Rhalgr's stone. Planning for it to be Sunday the 30th and there's a couple spots open for people who want to share a story or a song (or something else inspirational) about the Destroyer, change, etc. Also very interested to have a couple people around afterwards to help people interact with "give blessings etc" after the stories. Really open to ideas and interpretation so long as it's positive, insightful, or motivating. Thanks!

MUD! :lol: I started out playing on a MUD called Achaea and that was Full RP Full PKill but so much fun. I think you'll find there's quite a bit of the strength of that role play that found its way here. Possibly the only difference you'll see online is character description (because there's no where long enough to examine a player for what they look like - do examine though for RP notes!) and you can move in more directions that compass. Hehehehe Otherwise there are a lot of events to meet up with people at, observe role play, and warm up to it. If you like story writing I can promise a lot of people will flock to, participate in, and help assist with someone taking the initiative. Welcome aboard!

“I am confident that both you and I know that I do not need training in such basics. Beyond that, I am not at all sure what to expect. I imagine us traveling to the Shroud serves a purpose - but what purpose, I could not say.” That smile again. It was growing on Jancis like a habit; different than the nurse-like one she herself would wear in front of a patient in a few respects. Not mimicking it, she gave Edda a bold almost childish smile in return as she replied honestly. "I do not know what to expect or the grand purpose, either. it is nice to spend time with you regardless." The lovely groves and blossomed fields faded as they got further from the river into the brambles of the thicker Shroud, large thorn vines and thickets creating arches over the worn path they still stuck to. "You understand many different sides of aether; calling upon it, manipulating it, from within and without. The affinity might even place you in blue robes quickly at the Fane. It is more so that," Jancis' tone took on a concerned note, "every time I have experienced your use it has harmed you greatly. You grow sick and weary beyond fatigue and headache. The strength in the burst of power that comes from you at once. I have sat and thought about why and how." "Forgive me, my guess on the matter is that you have braided it into compounding the energy and using yourself to draw from primarily. If you do not, then what is external you bring within to mix and empower," The conjurers hands spun around like a generator in example. Not looking where she was going, heading towards a bridge over one of the strong rivers cutting through the landscape, Jancis directed her eyes solely on Edda with an empathetic look. "You can not trust anyone or anything else enough to do otherwise." "So staying out here for a couple suns might help with that to rely on the elements about you as friends and allies. Or, be I wrong, it will give you a large immersion the estate could not and a lot of practice to feel comfortable with." They didn't bring any real supplies beyond clothes and basic travelling gear. There was no camp gear, food rations (beyond whatever snacks or sweets Edda might have). It was still the path, even though it was breaking up and other more energetic animals and animal-like plants could be heard in the not-so-far distance. The steady roar of the white river below required voices to be loud enough to go over the sound, and the two were halfway across the bridge between the road often traveled behind them... and less.

/falls to the floor Wow getting carried away with the hair is very in-character! Thank you ^_^///

Sweet Doodles! Character name: The Jancis! Personality: Jancis-y Pictures/screenshots:

Wonderful turn out and people who came for the celebration with Byregot! Big thank you to everyone who shared stories and inspirational words: Chachanji, Otto, Tausen, Dogberry, Ciel! Thanks to all the Guards they looked wonderful keeping the perimeter and standing with the crowd and watching from the stage it looked so nice. And everyone afterwards who stayed around to talk! Even ended up lasting about four hours. I saw a lot of people describe what they painted on the mural... I'm a bit terrified at taking up such a project but hey we'll see. It's all interpretive anyway >_> I'm not an artist!

He's so sweet! What a twist that it's now Thaliak's pupil. Pilgrimage starts in a few hours!

People who spotted a canary! Next time Jancis will have to make it more clear she's one. Had a couple 100gil winners, a couple 500gil winners, and one gold winner for 2,500gil! Thanks to Lurial, A'malria, Franz, Lorentz, and Ashmira!

:blush: Thank you; no pressure! Very happy for this one it should be a bit more intimate with the kind of 'following' Byregot gets. Going to be checking around in my linkshells for lower level characters that need the Camp Tranquil aetheryte. Any character from Gridania or Ul'dah can make it there. Limsa needs to be 15 at least to get off the isle (or have a FC in the Goblet or Lavender Beds) :chocobo:

Still hoping Master John can make it. :lol: I don't think we'll be able to get into it, but Jancis will definitely have a caring eye for the healer after what happened the past week and what was overheard outside of Ul'dah! ... Yes! A good call, even though it'll be a hot summer day just consider where we'll be. Sloshy swamp. ... thigh high... may.. *faints* :dazed: ================= Bulletin Post has been put up for IC reasons to come! News has spread around the crafting halls and market booths that sell handmade goods. Pilgrims walking through towards Gridania with purple scarves. Music and other artistic displays through the night. Crafters: Any and all, chefs, carpenters, smiths, alchemists, masons Artists: Any and all, bards, painters, sculptors Guards: Always welcome to help out those who cannot defend themselves. Or can, but want to put their own guard down to observe and celebrate. Close to Thaliak: Byregot being his pupil a lot of knowledge and wisdom is applied into crafts and building. Close to Halone: Being the elder brother to, the Builder has a side of discipline and perseverance, the strength behind the battle. Peer Pressure: Being bribed, blackmailed, lured with cake and candy, made to promise, be a huffy unhappy listener. If anyone else needs an excuse to go please share and make it happen. "My character wouldn't go unless _________" - fill in the blank!

[align=center][/align] The markets and Hand Guild Halls are a bustle this moon. Purple banners with the hand are hung up by guild crests and little tables are set up with trinkets and goods made, selling just for the cost in the good faith of the bauble. Craftsmen are proudly showing off their work in larger pieces, like a museum of skills as pilgrims and onlookers pick up the little items to buy for friends and family. Homemade goods are popular, too, including chocolates and cakes with designs on them. Care taken, regardless of skill level, to put in a lovely design of animals and other curving designs. One of the most popular items is the music box, considered a grand mix of what the Builder represents in crafting and art. Children stand around shops to view the larger boxes as the shop-keeps wind them up. Little ones are passed around to everyone with their favorite bard songs. Pilgrims, apprentices and journeyman from all disciplines of the hand, wearing purple bands and their crest, make their way up to stay in Drybone or in Gridania, all making their way towards Camp Tranquil. Artists and bards following suit, crafting their own creative songs to celebrate on foot. The hand bells chime happily and the celebration will be soon, pilgrims. [align=center]1XDNsoNrdmg [/align]

What was fun were those Yahoo! Clubs because they had their own chat and little post system. Think it still exists kind of as Groups now. Just lovely things like MUDs and MOOs Stoneskin is pretty nice. The Linkshell Hall lists a lot of FCs and also gives an idea to what kind of RP they expect as much as their theme and possibly alignment. It also has some social non-FC chat channels that you can join and get your toes wet in while looking for a FC! Welcome aboard

Random Screenies! Jancis went on an adventure with Ilwe'ran back in June and it was just lovely. Have to go again sometime. *withdrawal twitch* Jancis checking in on her then beloved then Kurt Random Jancis:

[align=center] [/align] [align=center]Momodi's Summer Special![/align] [align=center]Should you spy a canary, you better let loose: "Give us fish and give us juice!"[/align] Only the best way to beat the heat with a tasty summer treat, the Quicksand is having a special promotion to reward her loyal patrons! Off and on around Ul'dah and the surrounding areas, including the Goblet, the canary is going to be walking about and greeting people. If you say the phrase "Give us fish and give us juice!" you get to win a coupon to enjoy a meal at the Quicksand! Every coupon is a winner in amounts of 100gil, 500gil, to 2,500gil! So be sure to keep your eyes open, remember: [align=center]Should you spy a canary, you better let loose: "Give us fish and give us juice!"[/align] ============ OoC: Jancis is helping out with a gil giveaway around Ul'dah. If you see her in the yellow "canary" outfit - say the phrase "Give us fish and give us juice!" You get to do a /random roll to see what gil prize you get! 1000 or zero - 10,000 gil prize! 3 matching numbers (ex: 111, 222, 999) - 2,500 gil prize! 2 matching numbers (ex: 9, 33, 747, 600) - 500 gil prize! Anything else - 100 gil prize! Every roll is a winner one way or another. So happy Jancis will be she'll want to pose with you, so be sure to stick around for a quick screenie! Times she could appear is any time evenings States weekdays and free form weekends! [align=center][/align] [align=center]"Give us fish and give us juice!"[/align]