Coatleque

This is a cry for belly rubs if I ever saw one. Rubs and scritches until the bites start to hurt.

Hmm... Quirks for Coatleque: Does not like fish. Having to help clean/gut them for her father most of her childhood has permanently ruined her appetite for them. She would never confess this openly if fish were served at some formal occasion however. Her true voice has a heavy Ala'Mhigan accent. She has learned to suppress this, but sometimes it slips out (mostly when drunk or very upset). She has never actually killed anyone as of this post. (voidsent do not count) She does not carry or use a shield unless going into a large-scale battle. And the 'secret' stuff...

The problem with AV is the level it's placed at. It's just before 50, so you lose out on the best of all your skills, but the creatures inside are designed as if you DO have them. So things just take FOREVER to kill. It wouldn't be so bad if they removed some of the trash so packs were in 2's instead of 3's maybe.

Lies! I'm unvisible!

I don't know, there was plenty of 'emotion' going on with him and Fio right behind Coatleque as she was -trying- to eat. And then he just up and leaves before his sandwich is even delivered!

Eorzea's Greatest Lover (pending certain conditions?) is so modest about his own accomplishments!

So really, the only thing this patch gives is

The door to the barracks flung open wide, startling some of the soldiers who had not yet passed to slumber. Silhouetted in the dim torchlight from beyond was Ser Crofte, still in full regalia, and back from the bar. Three nights this week the same pattern was repeated, though this was the first she actually had made it back to the Palace. The Knight stumbled forward, not even bothering to close the door, and staggered to the first available bed. Barely even able to climb inside, she was comatose with one armored leg still touching the floor. Ser Travanchet rose from his own bunk and moved to close the door. Without a word he went to her and pulled the covers over so she would at least remain decent should day break. She did not stir. He merely stood and watched her while deep in his own thoughts. He understood her pain for what that was worth. She had taken a risk and lost much recently. Was there no one to stand in her defense? Her slow deterioration was completely unexpected. So unlike her, it was becoming noticed now. If something was not done surely the Captain would have words with her. Ser Travanchet did not want to see that happen. None of them did. She was well respected among the Gallants, but this depression was starting to affect overall morale. His mind was made up. Twenty minutes later the Elezen was fully dressed once more in his own regalia. As he left the palace he motioned for two of his shield brothers to accompany him. Not Gallants, but novices. Men who had still proved their own worth to serve and had taken their oaths. Their goal was to find the man. He liked to frequent the Quicksand - that is where the two had met - that is where they would begin their search. For their shield sister's sake, they would not relent this night until recompense had been made. [align=center]***[/align] Coatleque sat the next morning in the mess hall. A cup of strong coffee was at the table before her, and a half-eaten breakfast of sausages and eggs to the side. Her head throbbed and she found herself holding her temples on more than one occasion. It was odd, really. She had not even tasted alcohol till only a few months ago when Jancis's betrothed had given her a cup of wine. There was plenty of it in the brothel, for sure, but that was specifically for clients. For someone such as her to touch it would have met harsh punishment at the hand of the Master. But now... now she began to understand the appeal of it to some. It dulled the pain in her heart. For a few hours at least it made her think of other things besides Warren's face. It made her forget the sweet words spoken in private, the promises unfulfilled, the stupid mistake she made of daring to fall in love again. She shook her head. It was not even mid-morning and once again she felt the urge to go back to the Quicksand. Just make it stop... She tried to focus on her work. There were papers in front of her, a report by Ser Mcbeef regarding the interrogation of some prisoner or another. It may have been the one taken from the raid on Taeros's Somnus shipment. Despite her best efforts she could not muster enough care to worry over it. Flipping through the report she barely skimmed over the informative parts. The last bit mentioned the prisoner's execution at the end of the session. She sighed. This was too much, and she just could not deal with it now. Lowering the papers she happened to look up and noticed Ser Travanchet at the far wall speaking to two others and looking directly at her. She rolled her eyes and stood to walk over. She knew the signs of being spoken about behind one's back. The Elezen quickly looked to the others he was with as she made her way across the room. "Ser Travanchet.", she said with a salute. "If you have words for me, I prefer you say them directly. There is no room here for rumors and hearsay among the ranks." "Ser Crofte.", he replied while returning the salute. His head held high, she never realized just how long his neck was. "I just want you to know that your shield brothers are here for you. We know what transpired between yourself and Ser Castille. He shall not be bothering you again." The Elezen and his comrades bowed and left together. She stood and watched them leave, unsure of what to make of all this. She did not have time to think on it more as Ser Sadowyn's voice broke through on the Sworn's linkpearl. "Ser Crofte, are you busy?" "No, Ser." "Please meet me in the airship landing's lounge. We must needs discuss Natalie." "... Aye, Ser."

Confirmed, power was out. It's cut out twice more since I got home.

Well, CrofteXCastille can't be saved at this point. But there's still hope for little Reno!

I was not there so I cannot speak for anyone, but I could almost guarantee if anyone felt ignored it was most likely due to one of two things: 1.) lots of chat scrolling - even for those who are used to skimming for pertinent information, sometimes things fall through the cracks. 2.) chat 'nom'-ing? - Sometimes the filters will eat someone's post for no good reason. Even if you see it on the screen, others may not have simply because it didn't actually go through. Bad first impressions are hard to get over, but I hope this one won't stop you from future participation!

8-O Nat x Kage? Nooooooo!

Also guilty. I do this so often I didn't even think of it as a quirk.

I don't think dyn updater works very well. Last time the IP changed and it didn't auto-refresh. I'll have to find something else that's free. I can ping it, though, so maybe it did just crash. Or I lost power, which tends to happen a lot in my area I'll check when I get home in ~2 hours. One of these days I'll stop being lazy and enable RDP so I can just log in from work.

The Knight raised an eyebrow at Aya with a smile, clearly having picked up on the unintentional rhyme. "Dancing? Or perhaps you were meant for poetry?" She sipped at her tea. "Although, the way you move through the crowd some nights I can see how dancing would be very beneficial to your job. I am not quite so dexterous, I'm afraid." "I have also been keeping in shape, though my routine is more of a requirement than personal choice. I decided to try my hand at the bow recently. I confess I am not very good at it though." She blushed. Feeling rather awkward at her own confession she for one of the chocolates. "You dance often then? Is it anything specific such as some Seeker tribes do?"

Leaning back in her chair this whole time, the Knight had begun to doze off as P'azih spoke now. It wasn't that she found the conversation boring, it was definitely more an effect of the strong whiskey. She snapped to at hearing her name once more. "Hmm? Aye, Ser, Ah'mma wake... An' Ah'm nae dr̃unk on duty!" She caught a whiff of Franz's heart attack-on-a-plate and tilted her head. "Och, tha's what Maester Bellveil's batter̃ed armor needs! Bacon wrappin's tae help lubricate th' joints!"

Not even sure I'll be trying for one yet. I'd have to wait and see how its implemented first. I'm leery of throwing millions of gil at something I'll never use.

- I turned off auto-sheathe weapon so Coatleque is always battle-read in dungeons. - I always turn her hat on/off depending on if her hair is up or down.

Coatleque watched Berrod's grimace with a half amused smirk. The way he was sitting and clutching the pile of blankets he looked like naught more than a walking pillow with a head right now. "Ah'd 've thought such a walk'n pile o' down would be comfortable with something as dainty as tea." With that she waved a hand towards it. "Ah'm noo thirsty anymore, Maester Fr̃anz." She raised her empty glass once more as if to toast, then set it back down. Shaking her head, she turned back to P'azih. "An' Ah'm doan with all this romance business. A bloody distr̃action is all it is. It's nae worth mae time. Ah'm just saying, yer tr̃ibes got it easy."

As it stands right now, no, I would not kill Coatleque. The only reason is because I don't have the ambition to level and gear up yet another character. That said, this game has the unique advantage of Fantasia potions. If SE would offer the ability to just as easily rename your character, then YES, I would more readily agree to kill her off. Then I could rename the character, fantasia a new look, and start over RP-wise without losing any progress. I guess what I'm saying is I'm not so attached to her as a character as I am to her OOC progression progress. Especially with all the time I've pumped into the relic weapon already.

Of course. It's set for 32 people right now. I've seen 3 at once. We're usually in FF XIV instead Feel free to wander off and do whatever. If you need food, my place in the swamp to the east of the starting island has lots of wheat and carrots. Soon to be chicken and rabbit as well.

That's the new ice forest biome. I tried to find a map generator to spit out the level in an HTML page, but nothing's been updated for 1.8 yet!

"Now that is a good idea." she said lifting her own cup to blow on it gently. "It will help liven up the tables at least a little more. I doubt Mister Tarot would have anything like that though. His items seemed a bit more practical and permanent to me. Perhaps you know of a purveyor of botanical goods?" She sipped her tea once she was sure it was cool enough. "So... is this what Miss Aya does on her time off? I confess I rarely see you out and around the city. Not that I myself do the same."

Coatleque hasn't been much involved in this yet, and she's been ordered IC to Limsa now, so that's one less hero you potentially have to deal with!