S'imba

Yeah believiability is important the best black mage character I've ever seen played is an old jaded man in his fifties. Magic preserved secretly through his family by a codex passed down through his family that each person would add their own discoveries in. What made him a good black mage was that it's what he was raised on that made him who he was. His entire life was that he was a black mage. He was definitely more skilled than most black mages but compared to the rest of his family he came up short. He screwed up rituals a lot. Despite that he believes himself to be some sort of legendary black mage. That's an example of a character that in my opinion wouldn't work if you took black magic away from him. Because iclly he believes that's all he is. Take it away and he feels his existence is pointless. I guess what I meant to say is people who find ways to do these powerful jobs are more willing to risk more with their characters than those who are who would rather stick to the lore exactly. Not saying normal characters can't be interesting, but I've just found they risk more for story than people who get caught up on each little detail. Rather than creating a compelling story. That isn't to say there's not a huge number of people who take power jobs just cause they believe that they need it to be interesting. Cause they get redundant too. I'm just saying that on average people who are willing to risk more tens to create the more compelling stories. Cause they're not afraid to risk stepping out of the line.

It's not that they need to be a super big awesome character as it is people worrying so much that their character not come off as anything special that they don't ever get out into the world. There's nothing wrong about being average but to take it to the point that it's exactly the same issue that people that feel their character needs to be a special job to be interesting. I'm not looking so much for special characters as much as people who are bold with their characters. By bold I don't mean being special, as much as it is people breaking out of the box to be something more than just a face in the crowd. It's like meeting for an interview, the characters that are going to be remembered are going to be the ones that stand out from the rest. If someone is going to is gonna write a generic thief character and not be anything more out of fear of being seen as special, then no, it's not going to be an interesting character.

That 500 foot vertical yo. In all seriousness it doesn't matter how it's handled in the end. Some people are gonna be pissed, some people are going to avoid rping with people, some people are gonna be unhappy someone went and retconned their character, and some will continue on like nothing changed. Really in the end the most important thing comes down to is that you've got good story and that you're having fun, not getting caught up on little details about whether a character can or can't be something.

Or at least allege to. Lol I agree, no one follows the lore. Every RP character is a form of lore breaking. Or show me in the lorebook where it has your character in there. This right here, when you create a character you're writing your own lore into the game world. Characters that are written to follow the lore to the absolute t tend to be uninteresting Imo. It's the other side of the coin of people who think they need to be a super special character to be interesting. I want to meet characters who interact with the world. Nor just sit around the quicksand and chat about how they spend their day reading at the ossuray day in and day out telling me about some little lore tidbit that they read about. At some point a character is going to have to go out on a limb and fill in their own lore at some point. Because it's entirely unreasonable to expect SE to have written every single detail into the world. I can only imagine how soul crushing it must feel to go to these lore panels knowing you're going to be bombarded by questions that probably never crossed their minds. Knowing they'll need a lot of improvising when they get asked a question like, how do these jellyfish fly? I honestly can't imagine that's something they thought about when it was designed.

I'd like to sign up Cervantes Volkorus for a little magic, a little science.

What's your stop a dragoon from going heretic and running off with a soulstone? The holy see isn't omnipotent or all seeing. Soulstones are about the size of a quarter. There's absolutely no way the they can manage to control things that closely. Unless the holy see can wave their hand and summon them back.

Oh that's fine I figured, can never have enough cats.

I might be interested in something like this, always wanted to plan a background out from the ground up.

There's a few groups out there on various servers. I've poked around on some of them. There's a project on my original server to try and build a community. It does seem to take quite a bit of effort to find these communities at times however. Though as I've spoken to different people the things I tend to hear about balmung is that it's elitist, full of cliques, erp focused, and will get you ostracized if you don't follow the lore precisely. So with rumors like that I can see how people could become wary of transferring.

Unfortunately due to other people's schedules our boat event is on that same day as salt in the wound. So I'll have to drop out since my story aspect prioritizes that over a new story. Though if possible I'd like to join the reserve list for Roe country.

If possible I'd like to get into salt in the wound.

S'imba stumbled drunkenly into a tavern in Vesper Bay, filled with rough sailors and other thugs. He walks up to the barkeep opening his mouth and slurring out. "Eyyy, gimme summat that salty whale grog..." The barkeep nodded before handing over a bottle of the drink. S'imba took the grog and started to suck it down. "Eyy...all ya's show me some respect...ya be in the presence of captain S'imba...captain of the Sultana's Revenge, king among pirates!" He called out to the bar. "Me an' my crew? We killed us a kraken!" A few of the men in the bar gave S'imba an annoyed look, while others were impressed most were thinking that it was just the drunk rantings of a Miqo'te. "People think I'm a monster for it though!" He called out taking another swig of the grog. "Mebee is true bu' not like I had any sorta choice...it was gonna drag us under!" A few of the rougher looking gentlemen stepped forward. "Oi, cat I recommend shutting yer trap." A rough looking highlander with an eye patch would say to S'imba. "Yeah no." S'imba responded at the three men. "See ya guys can't hurt me. *hic* I got this coin see...has the ghost of the berserker in it." The three men would guffaw at that. "Ghost huh?" The highlander chortled. "Think ye could come up with sumthin bit more creative than Berserker." S'imba shook his head before responding. "Oh ya prolly never heard the tale." S'imba said opening his mouth to continue before one of the men threw a hook and clocked S'imba up across the side of his face. S'imba hit the floor shaking his head. He growled as he stood back up glaring at the trio. "Bwa ha ha ha lookie 'ere boys, the kitty is all hissy." The leader of the group said before without warning S'imba lunged at him, he jumped up on the man, wrapping his legs around the highlander's waist with a python like grip. The without missing a beat, S'imba began pounding the man in the face as hard as he could with both his fists. The man fought back but he found it nearly impossible to pry the Miqo'te off himself. The other two men rushed forward both of them grabbing one of S'imba's shoulders and yanking him away from the man. Then one of them would take S'imba by wrapping his arms up under S'imba's underarms and locking his hands behind S'imba's head. While the third man went and pried S'imba's legs free of the highlander. S'imba growled and struggled but was powerless. The highlander straightened up, his face now looked much more like hamburger. "Oi yer gonna pay fer tha' one cat." He said with difficulty as he garggled on his own blood. He stepped forwards before punching S'imba swiftly in the gut. The keeper yelled out as the air was forced from his body, though before he could take another breath he was struck a second time. The beating seemed to go on for a long time, the highlander pounding every square inch of S'imba before he stepped back and the man holding him tossed him down to the floor. They laughed at him. S'imba tried to push himself up before one of the highlanders placed a bare foot on S'imba's back. "Ah ah kitty cat...yer gonna stay there on the floor." S'imba groaned as he grit his teeth. "I wish you hadn't done that." S'imba said before giving a growl and felt a second wind burst through him. He pushed himself up hard. The highlander staggered while he tried to catch his balance the second man lunged at S'imba. The keeper would reach out and grab hold of the man's arm, S'imba would follow up by giving the arm a strong twist. The man yelled out in pain as the Miqo'te kept twisting it would pop as it was pulled from it's socket. The man continued to shout out before S'imba gave a powerful kick to the side of the man's knee another crack and the man yelled out in agony as S'imba ruined the knee forever. As the man fell to roll around on the ground the first thug would charge him, S'imba sidestepped and tripped the man. The highlander would catch himself on a table before he could hit the floor. However S'imba was already behind him. Raising his arm he would bring his elbow down hard on the the highlander's spine. With a snap the man fell to the floor where he would cry out in horror as he found himself unable to get back up off the ground. S'imba turned his attention onto the leader. Without a word S'imba jumped up on a chair before he quickly lunged off again. S'imba brought his fist down into the highlander's face and dropped him to the ground. S'imba hopped on the man's back. S'imba grabbed the man by the hair before he began repeatedly bashing the man's face into the floor. The entire tavern looked on in horror as they watched S'imba stain the floor with the man's blood. Finally S'imba stood the highlander lying there motionless. No one made a move against S'imba at this point. They just stared at him in terror. "The weak are without rights..." S'imba said simply before walking out the door into the night stumbling slightly as he walked back out to wander aimlessly into the night. He found a spot on the dock where he could lean up against the wall and stare out into the sea. As he sat there he closed his eyes. He had to enjoy this short moment before he came to his senses and realized what he had done. Dreading the moment he would sober up.

The big advantage that I see for it is people being able to locate rpers on different servers. I mean right now it probably isn't too effective since non rpers could just be messing around with it. But given time it might help other communities grow.

(Warning extreme edge/angst/emo post) S'imba would walk into the company house tracking blood the whole way. He walked into the company washroom examining himself in the mirror. He was completely soaked in Kraken blood. He pulled off the coat and just stared at himself replaying the events in his head. That was a battle that would possibly be sung about in taverns by minstrels, maybe even receive a good degree of embellishment to the ballad. S'imba Tia, Captain of the Sultana's Revenge and his duel with the Kraken. Well his crew deserved a good amount of the glory, but with recent events he was feeling doubtful the crew would even claim to have been in that battle. The beast that had resisted cannon fire and still tried to sink the ship, that in a desperate move the captain took up his sword and lunged from atop the ship onto the top of the mighty beast. Wrestling with the beast that all sailors feared until he emerged victorious. It did sound like a great tale to be told, one that could possibly fit in with Klyn's stories. So why didn't it feel like it was a victory? Well he knew the answer to that. A good number of the crew were trying to remove the kraken's eggs from the ship. Though S'imba had made the decision to fight the thing. Planning to end it before it could sink them like many other ships in that graveyard of sunken vessels. He stared at himself, they had called him a monster for it. He kind of felt they weren't that far off the mark, he had literally bathed in it's blood. Well he guessed he was one step closer to having Cinna see him as an equal. He could already hear her applause when she was told about what he had done. He started to fill the tub with water before he stared at himself in the mirror before he would suddenly yell out in frustration. Why? He knew he had made the right call. What was he supposed to do, hope that once the eggs were off the ship the Kraken would have turned around? He knew he was looking to shoot it before it ever reared it's head, but hearing the stories and having seen the destructive results of it's abilities, it wasn't exactly something you wanted to give any sort of chance at getting a grip on the ship. He splashed a little water on his face, as the blood ran down it would briefly look like a red beard. That made him frown thunderously, he was becoming Sven. "The world isn't perfect flowers and roses, S'imba." He could imagine the mage's words in his mind. "Only a fool would believe that, the fact is that you must be willing to do what is necessary. Your concept of a black and white world is both childish and foolish." The fact that he seemed to be agreeing with that concept sickened him. He was slowly losing his mind. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an iron coin. On one side the head of a sea wolf wearing an iron crown. On the other side, a bloody axe. The symbol of the man that served on Eidendraga's crew that was simply known as the Berserker. While it seemed mostly unremarkable it was far worse than that. The Berserker lived inside it. Possessing anyone who held the coin so that it could complete it's mission. Whatever that was. It was certainly hushed about that. While he had resisted it's influence for the most part so far, he knew it was slowly eating him away. But who could he give it to? Everyone else who had touched it so far had gone completely mad when it was in their hand. Turning them into murderous versions of themselves. Could he honestly risk that? He growled and he through the coin across the room. "I HATE YOU!" He would shout at it. He wanted to hide it, but that felt irresponsible too. These coins had a will of their own and they were going to find their way to someone they could possess. There was only one thing that could come to his mind as to why this was happening. Koen Eidendraga was returning and would try to rule the five seas. How this was possible he had no idea, but he knew one thing and that was he had to be stopped. Unfortunately his best lead was that damn coin. He walked over and picked it up off the ground. Soon...they would be able to destroy it soon. The answer had to become clear soon enough. Though he felt he was wandering blind, he would have to eventually catch a break, right? He would slip the coin into his pocket. Then pulling off the bloody boots and pants he would settle himself into the tub. Closing his eyes and simply trying to clear his mind.

Just make sure they'll comply with the GHA

Damascus and her unity outreach programs.

Night Raven's Ship Name: The Sultana’s Revenge High Aspect - Legendary Ghost Ship The last crew of the ship had the unfortunate honor of being the target of a Garlean biological weapon test. When the weapon hit the screams of the dying crew was said to make even the hardiest sailors skin crawl. No one daring to retrieve the ship to discover the fate of the crew and it was left adrift. Taverns would be filled with drunken sailors, spinning wild stories about the misfortune of seeing the ship had brought. Crew Aspect: We’re Rascals and Scoundrels Being a known pirate ship getting the more law abiding sailors tends to be a challenge. Which requires them to hire sailors that lean more towards the criminal side of life. But at least they know how to fight dirty. Ship Aspect: A Hidden Treasure Although she appears an aged and seemingly broken ship, beneath the dirt and grime the ship is still as solid as the day she was built. This unearthly sturdiness must have kept it afloat in its long years of empty wandering. Ship Aspect: Aged Ship Design Simpler ship design may not have the bells and whistles of older ships, but it makes repairs much simpler. Ship Aspect: Run on a shoestring budget The crew can count on the Night Ravens providing help in a crisis, however more than likely it will be the cheapest help available Crew Skills (Choose from: Athletics, Craft, Fight, Magic, Notice, Provoke, Sail, Shoot, Stealth, Will) +2 -Shoot +1 - Sail +1 - Stealth Size: Small (default) Stunts - It be a bad omen- /Ghost Ship/ - Despite it's size, the tattered presence of the Sultana's Revenge on the Horizon is an omen of supernatural doom. So long as the ship can maintain /At Long Distance/ or another effect that obscures vision, it gains +2 to provoke. /Hot Shot/ - Whenever the Sultana's Revenge makes a critical success on a shoot attempt, she can inflict the status /Shipboard Fire/ without reducing her damage by one as normal- Stunt paid for by Nuin. Additional stunts can only be gained by a player sacrificing a personal stunt.

S'imba isn't going to let the people suffer anymore after the trip there...back to Fox hollow

Event 3 if possible ...S'imba can Scooby-Doo

Oh cool I'd like a chance to have S'imba drawn now that he's a keeper http://simba-tia.tumblr.com/post/145649634338/a-smirk-from-the-33-msqi-love-it-cause-it-looks Also Rath'zi though he's supposed to look starved and thin. http://67.media.tumblr.com/20f8f2e6c637e10be16ab17dfe9cb375/tumblr_obbok0LFAA1u5ye1zo1_1280.jpg

I'll sign up for the fourth

Can I sign up.for Fox hollow?

Several refugee corpses have been discovered over the past few suns. Most of which have been brutalized beyond recognition. Officials are at a loss at finding a culprit. Thaumaturge morticians have reported that the killer is precise in their injuries rather than what authorities would originally say was a hells guard with an axe. Several refugees have protested against law enforcement, saying not enough is being done to find the culprit. We spoke to one of the refuges who stated, that they were being ignored due to the fact they are not members of the upper class, and that if it had been a rich lalafell noble that the entire city would be on a man hunt. Several have speculated that it must be members of the Thaumaturge or alchemist guilds, using the bodies for their experiments. Several have demanded that more security be placed around the streets. Though one official said that with the threats of Garleans and beastmen there just isn't the resources to cover every street. One investigator stated that despite the lack of results citizens should rest assured that theven culprit would not be on the streets very much longer.

Probably relies on the honor system. Like those chocobo Porter rocks set up in the churning mists. When you use them it talks about leaving a some gil beside it. I'd imagine it's similar with the middle of nowhere aetherites as well. Who knows maybe there's a way to tell how far a person actually traveled by reading the residual aether. Some sort of parking meter to insert your gil. Place some sort of alarm on it if you don't pay your fees. Probably one of those things SE just intends to handwave away.