Kellach Woods

My co-worker and good friend recently (like... a couple of months ago) found out he had lupus, he'd been getting treated for a year and a half and they caught it early on enough that there's a good chance that he'll avoid a lot of the complications. Took 'em a year and a half to identify the fact that it was lupus but, y'know.

Chilling, doing my thing. Sometimes I'm just out there in the world doing PvE shizz, sometimes I hit up the Quicksand or other places but that's been rarer these days.

And stop idolizing baraTitan while yer at it.

I WILL LEVEL ARCHER UNTIL I GET TO ST. I WILL NEED ON AMON'S HAT SO MUCH THE SERVER WILL GIVE ME A ROLL OF 101. I WILL WEAR THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HAT. AND BECAUSE IT IS KELL IT WILL LOOK FUCKING FABULOUS AND Y'ALL GONNA SWALLOW YOUR HATE. (story on how he got the hat is simple - everyone else tossed it)

That's the thing, they gendered the outfits so what we like on either side we can't take, which kind of sort of sucks.

I'd do it if I could wear the female hyur clothes. They look better.

We in there. And we got dat spagooter.

Same time zone, much further north.

I usually admit my own noobishness but that might just be a preemptive defense mechanism. I also don't do instances often

Me, I just don't throw myself into the wild often enough. None of you likely remember but what even got me to meet other peeps was wondering how in the hell I was supposed to tank at 50 when I could scarcely hold aggro. Also, I guess that this week is special because I'm all by my lonesome due to my schedule change. Nobody I know's on when I'm on. So a lot of this I don't know all that many people in the game is more from an emotional level than anything. Although it's true that I don't know that many people.

I ask myself several questions when I'm about to bend something hardcore. 1) How much lore does my bending break? Easy enough - If my character accomplishes something, or encounters something that makes anything in-game obsolete, then I'm not going to do it. E.G. - I had Kell encounter a talking morbol due to something crazy happening in the game where Kell was fishing, non-stealthed, and the morbol just walked through him casually. One talking morbol (who could easily have been someone glamoured to look like one) does not change anything in Eorzea, so I'll allow myself to do it. 2) How important is it that I bend lore? If my lorebending is unimportant, why am I doing it? E.G. A few of you might remember I asked about IC use of Return for a specific scenario. People said they were for, against, or waffles. Due to being unable to RP for quite some time had I not used it, I fudged an excuse that allowed him to use it exactly once in such a way, and he was drained for two days even with the massive handwave I put in. That's pretty much it, really. That's how I determine it.

There's also no real significant storyline that requires crafting, unless you consider Ixali Beast Tribe to be significant storyline (although it does kind of explain how Eorzean airship technology exists). Even the gear obtained through crafting can be obtained without actually doing the content since all of it can be purchased off the Market if a person has sufficiently enough money. An analogy to being carried into those instances, I think, wouldn't really be equivalent - You need to pull your weight. Not so when you're just buying the item. (Funnily enough - levelling crafting is easy as pie. It's getting 3-star+ that's "hard", and even then it's only hard because it requires a LOT of materia and a lot of desynths. The Cracks of Buttamut you can rely on your skills - not so for crafting. Your rotation might be perfect, but if you don't got the stats you don't craft.) Guys, there's nothing in the game that is even equivalent to the Cost of Bahamoney - that's why it's so sought out and why this thread's been essentially carried by it.

Yup. Perfect positioning depending on AI is pretty much the tanking experience. I can deal with it nice enough - I just hate being dependent on something I can't accurately control. I can ask that the tank doesn't move the dude much, etc. Can't do that with AI. There's all sorts of other things but I'm kind of exaggerating how much I suck/dislike stuff. I don't think I've met a single class that wasn't interesting mechanically speaking, except maybe White Mage and even then, I still like it enough. But that's just me, let's get back on the topic of 2.4.1 and the nerfing of Sexting Cool of Bahablast. (I have TONS of these renames do not let me use them because i will)

In the Tangle, the mighty Tangle, the Kellach fishes tonight. Pinchyshell at his side, trusty crab/hat that he is, trying to help its master friend capture some fish. He'd tried his hand at fishing and gotten hooked, enough so that he'd started fishing to kill time in-between adventures and just talking to others. If there was a body of water, he'd pull out his bait and tackle. "Pinchyshell, I'm starting to think that we've as much luck at this fishing hole than I have in love. Which is to say, not at all." Pinchyshell, smart crab that he is, gently patted Kellach's foot with its claw. The other claw kept trying to catch the tiniest fish possible. Then, it got bored, and started feasting on some plankton. Kellach himself let a sigh through before smiling. Fishing was very relaxing, and while it was all good news lately, overwhelming emotions, be they positive or negative, had a tiring effect on the midlander's psyche. He needed time to himself with his rod. Without hearing anyone behind him, he could hear a slow, guttural voice come from over his shoulder. Surely a fellow adventurer, likely Roegadyn from his stature, accosted him. Pinchyshell, however, was clearly not used to such a large man, and retreated into its custom pocket. He was crabby with strangers. "Fish bitin'?" he asked, very loudly. Kellach did not flinch. Anyone who'd been at the Drowning Wench in Limsa Lominsa would not flinch from such a loud voice - Sea Wolves were particularly loud when intoxicated. "Not at all, friend. I've gotten a few bites of bone crayfish, but no fish to speak of." Kellach answered back. Naturally, as he says this, a strong force pulled on his rod. He immediately tried to maintain it to reel the fish in. "That's a shame. Fish'd be a delicious morsel, though not as much as you." the adventurer said. Oh, flirting, were we? Kellach blushed, but still liked the compliment. Even as inexperienced as he was, he'd long come to terms with his attraction to... well, practically every single person he'd encountered. However, to be hitting on him in such an environment. "Thank you, but I hardly think this is the best environment for flirtation." Kelllach answered, grunting through as the fish was ferociously fighting for survival. "Oh, what I wouldn't give to wrap a tentacle around some luscious adventurers..." the voice said out loud, to no one in particular. Kellach was too busy concentrating on the fish to notice the strange word usage of the other adventurer. With one massive heave, he'd pulled out a sizable catch - an Ilsabardan Bass. "Ah! Finally! Well now, why don't we both go back to the Seventh Heaven and see... where... this... takes... us..." Kellach turned around. What had talked to him was not a rugged, sexy, flirtatious Roegadyn adventurer as he had assumed. It was a talking morbol. Never before had Kellach ran this fast.

Personally I'd just like to try my hand at it just to experience the mechanics first hand. Problem is, I can't commit to a class and I am allegedly fucking atrocious as WAR so let's not go there (I almost botched a T1 by provoking the wrong Caduceus. That was AFTER nerfs.) I'm tempted to level up PLD but yeah... A) Would not necessarily jive with this character. B) I am not a fan of sword and board in most games. C) I like DPS positioning requirements waaaaay too much as a mechanic to settle with obstinate AI trying to get into the perfect position.

I've no problems with them nerfing it later down the line for those of us who can't commit. I've a large chip on my shoulder for those whining that they did for whatever reason.

I find the social aspect of raiding the crumpets of bahamoot far more of a challenge than any mechanics. Mechanics can be overcome - raiding mentality/politics, not so much. Dealt with it once in WoW, with a guild that wasn't even close to finishing current content but had all the negative aspects of a top tier raid guild. Why would I subject myself to this here is beyond me. Although I find it kind of hilarious that you say "Youtube it" when it comes to the content - Youtubing the content doesn't give you the sweet looking gear and the desire to look awesome should never be underestimated.

I find the social aspect of raiding the crumpets of bahamoot far more of a challenge than any mechanics. Mechanics can be overcome - raiding mentality/politics, not so much.

I'd settle on just being able to get ON ;.; Even if they didn't change a danged thing, and even if you went with the very same gear you had at that point, the experience wouldn't be the same due to changes to the classes themselves, game's stability, tiny fixes here and there.

I haven't had stupid mistells in FFXIV. However, I had one pretty big one in another game where someone asked me his opinion on a coloring of a very... lewd drawing, and I MTed that in a RP-centric OOC channel. Much hilarity was had by all.

That falls right into the MMO raid dilemma though. You want to keep it challenging enough so that there's still a challenge for overgeared players (so straight up DPS checks/EH checks are out of the question), and yet too many instant kill mechanics require perfect placement in a genre where perfect precision is a crap shoot due to latency and a myriad of other problems falling outside the direct control of the player. I don't think any game has ever found a decent enough balance about it, too.

Why did I ever think I'd get to not hear the whining about such things here...

Docked and resupplying for the next stage in their trip, the crew of the Trader's Delight had no time to spare for their extra passenger that had asked, and paid for, a ride to this backwater town, merely a spot to pick up some specific items on the way to the Far East. Still, he smiled and warmly waved off the crew once they had finished their loading and resupplying. It would have been rude not to. Kellach had finally returned. As he expected, nothing had changed in the hamlet's harbor. Even if he wasn't wearing as much lip paint and powder, his hair had grown so long and sultry that scarcely anyone recognized him. Granted, he hadn't been seen in town for months, and he'd spent more time working on the farm than in the actual town. Still, he'd drop by the merchant's stall, needing a few things for a proper visit to his father's Tree, as required by the rites that their people followed. Growing up, he always saw the road separating the farm from the town as a long and arduous trek. These days, it was merely the matter of walking for an hour, and with all of his adventures lately, he'd grown into someone who would find this walk child's play. He began the last stretch of his temporary return, the sea breeze soon replaced by an in-land wind that he welcomed with a smile. Wind loved smiles, it seemed, as his hair was gently caressed by the breeze. When his childhood home came into view, he was astonished by how it hadn't changed much, just showing minor signs of maintenance not met. Einrich had to do this all on his own, after all. He sighed - he'd hoped that his mother would have finished grieving, but it seemed not so. After all, she was the most skilled carpenter in the family, and would never leave the fences in such a state. Kellach took the time to appreciate a scenery he'd not seen in months - The cows slowly eating grass, the sheep doing the same a bit further. A figure afar getting the earth ready to accept the beginning of a new harvest season, and the gentle sounds of birds chattering among themselves, a few of them seeking to steal a few seeds for a change in their diet. He sighed happily, the past few months being particularly hectic. Not seeing his mother in the fields, he could only surmise that she was holed up inside and thus he walked up to the door and knocked. Taking the few seconds it took for his mother to answer the door, he'd clear his throat and put on the best smile he could muster. As she opened the door and realized who was standing before her, she ran into his arms for a sturdy hug and kisses on her son's cheeks. She's forgotten how long it'd been since his gentle face had been around the house. She knew why he was here, and while this was making tears well up in her eyes, the joy of seeing her son again overcame her grief for a brief moment. "Hello, mother." Kellach said gently, making sure to not hug his mother too powerfully. She did not expect him to stay up with the weight she threw behind that hug, but was pleasantly surprised that he did... and that he was not even winded from that long walk! "My Kell. My sweet little Kell... welcome home! Come in! Come in!" she cried out, her voice creaking under the emotion. "I can tell you've grown strong in those few months. Einrich will be glad to see you, too! I'd hoped that Karle would still be with us when you first visited, but... Let's not dwell on his death. Tonight we should celebrate... but first we need to do something about that hair! By Fire's radiant heat, you should know better than to not take care of your hair!" Kellach could do nothing but comply, even if he had taken the utmost care of his hair while in Eorzea. His mother had her image of the perfect little boy, and she would get her way so long as he was there. He owed her that much. Awhile later, while Kellach was sitting, exchanging little stories of his time in Eorzea to his mother while she replied of farmtales. Einrich stepped inside the house. Einrich was a comparatively short man to Kellach, though built in a much more stocky manner. His hair was disheveled somewhat, but in such a way that showed the results of hard work, rather than being unkempt from neglect. "Mother, I've moved the cattle, so you should be able to work on the fences without bothering the her... By the Earth's ample bounty, is that you Kellach!? I know I said you should visit father's Tree but I never thought it'd be that fast!" The family, as reunited as they could be, shared a small moment together, for mother and brother needed to work on the farm, and Kellach needed to return home, but not before offering gifts to both the living and the dead.

To be honest, since FFXIV isn't (GASP) ERP centric you shouldn't have to put that tag. Especially since as some people in the thread have said, it likely wouldn't stop any of them.

If you see me around, you can hit me up for RP even if I'm doing a blatantly OOC activity for Kell such as crafting low-end game stuff. I'm not often in Limsa these days but whenever I can I'm there.