Kellach Woods

Wouldn't be the first time the series' referred to pulp novels of the 20-30's. Cthulhu was a demon in SMT2 and a Persona you could summon, and Hastur was a Persona in 2 EP, with Nyarlatothep being THE big bad of the Persona 2 cycle, being IIRC retrofitted in P1's regular story. I'm just fucking glad they had the Seven Sisters symbol up there - It really feels like they stopped giving a shit about pre-3 these days.

I'd be hypocritical to tell someone "don't do that" when I've interacted with peeps that have done that enough that it has a bearing on Kell's backstory sort of. (Someone played an incubus-like miqo without understanding the FFXIV versions of succubi. There were sexy interactions. I treated it as though the Void had tainted his personal aether, when it would be more accurately explained by a portion of his personal Aether had been devoured.) However, the problem with the Void is that most people take it to mean Hell, whereas it is more akin to stuff like negative space, Lovecraft mythos, etc. The Void's purpose in our plane is to devour Aether. It may do so via several manners depending on the intelligence of the Void creature. E.G.: The Cloud of Darkness entered a pact with Emperor Xande, granting him power in exchange for entry onto Hydaelyn. Where she'd essentially eat all the things. Most Voidsent would rather satiate their urges immediately rather than do so, but the Cloud of Darkness is essentially the Void itself. She can play the long game, so to speak.

A nightmare, only a nightmare... just a nightmare. Of course, it was far less convincing to do so when the wood pressing up against him was not separated by a mattress he'd just repaired, his head resting on a bag filled with books and clothes, and the gentle waves of nightly sailing were cradling the boat. He'd bawl if it served any purpose. The Seven Hells take him if there was any purpose to life other than reciprocating this atrocity on the very people who unconsciously caused it. * * * There'd been reports that Garleans had been sighted across the shore, but they never docked. He wondered why - They'd already established that the nation had nothing for them. Perhaps they were waiting to fully absorb the city into the Garlean Empire proper, perhaps they were simply using the waters nearby to stage an assault. None of them knew. Five more cases of the Surge of Aether, spread out throughout the island. Add to those seven a few days ago, and it felt like something inevitable had finally been set into motion. Dread covered the young man's brow. His responsibilities to the council no longer mattered - this situation required an explanation, and he would get one come hell or high water. He knew where to go - he'd studied the rarest tomes of the island, listened to the legends. All signs pointed to the cavern he'd discovered so long ago. * * * The inside was dank, as always, the remnants of long lost ships still floating after millennia of abandon. The caverns littered with graffiti of a forgotten age. None of this mattered anymore. With an elegant dive, the young man went under the largest ship, finding a box that had been discovered in the early days where the island's inhabitants styled themselves explorers, but were unable to open. Another book that detailed the legend of a key that could open the secrets of life itself held the solution to this puzzle. Bringing the box to the surface, the ancient alphabet dictating the code would be impossible to decipher. Yet he had a talent for such, and soon saw the box open. Within it, a stone radiating with faint power. Pocketing the stone, he rushed to a pedestal that seemed out of place from both the unnatural color of the rock when compared to the rest of the cavern, with the craftsmanship being much higher than any of the stone cutters he knew. The pedestal, as he surmised, had a groove to set the stone on. Turquoise lines formed from the pedestal, heading towards the ships. The cavern heading towards the sea closed, and water poured in from its side, tiny imperceptible holes forced the water up. The mast itself, a bit off place even assuming the ships themselves had crashed here, soon hit the ceiling, a groove made just for it. Behind him, a newfound staircase. At the end of the staircase, the heart of the mountain... nothing. * * * "Private, secure the artifact and escape. I don't want anyone to know we've been here." The language spoken was off - Not Eorzean, nowhere near the ancient language he could inexplicably decipher. The outfits were Garlean, no doubt - He'd seen them enough. How did they make it here? The vision did not show. Still, they soon nabbed the artifact and left. * * * "The Negaether will regulate the area's aether. This is how we'll be able to thrive, leaving the past behind." Black robes and masks he'd seen before. The very founders of this land. "No more. We will die on our own terms, as our master did." They all silently nodded, leaving the machine to hum. The next step will be forgetting this ever happened, their master had ordered such. * * * The memories flooded in the young man's mind. Things he suspected, things he knew from the amount of researched he'd poured in the island's history. The discovery of an era and unfortunately, the instrument of his people's demise. * * * The town had been set on fire - Father had been set against mother, brother against brother, gleefully murdering one another to satisfy a thirst for vengeance against a slight they had done against themselves at the beginning of their history. Each claiming they stole the other's part of themselves they had allegedly lost. He was too late. Others, strangers, unaffected by the illness of the isle, soon began preparations to set sail. Unaffected by the overarching insanity, the man asked for safe passage to the only city he knew - Limsa Lominsa. He stared at the flames, barely even drenched by the blood of his countrymen. Even throughout the farms, men and women had slaughtered livestock, each other, trees. He took to writing a simple sentence : "Today, my people committed suicide." The rest was better left unsaid. With barely a few books to his name, knowledge that amounted to nothing in Eorzea, and the strength of conviction - he set out to find his brother, or at least, anyone who knew him. Einrich Woods had a genocide to plan.

we had a new DPS, sure enough they died to a Yesod.

So you roulette in Sephirot NM, and it's your first time. Congratulations, you hit the whammy! You are a tank. What do you do? a) You look at the other tank that's got 10k+ HP on you, is already in his tank stance, and knows what he's doing, figure he'll main tank it, switch to Sword Oath/Deliverance and try to follow the herd/wait for someone to explain the fight as much as possible. b) Run in like a maniac, forsake any sort of pretension that you know what you're doing as far as general tanking goes, almost get killed by a tankbuster because your HP is so damn low, get sniped by a Yesod, get revived, try to wave your epeen around by taking Sephirot, die again, wipe the party then abandon duty because you couldn't sit and fucking listen. * * * This happened to me, I did A. We got 1 wipe and a clear. This happened to another tank I was paired with. They did B, abandon after 1 wipe.

No need for that, we already have a derp that loves reinterpreting the WoL's adventures so that they sound ten times more badass (and difficult).

That ghost mount will be fucking awesome with a Lala piloting it. Can you say, prank?

well, turns out my sources were wrong about the Kuwait Battle Royale reveals having anything to do with this. So have a Y'shtola theme. XZRLiUdnLdw

Characters who would look at the Gubal Library and would see into forever because BOOOOOKS is my jam apparently. So awesome.

It's more of a eh, don't care from me for both PSO2 and YKW. (though PSO2 is more hilarious because it'll be the first time PSO2 is present in the West when it comes here). It's cool that it's happening, just not my jam. I mean, I lost my shit over the DQX event because I am a DQ fan, even though all we got was earrings, an outright hideous helmet, the Thug Helmet and the Brickman minion.

My problem with the FFXIV lore is that we're privy to so little that if we want to do something that's out of the establishment we run a heavy risk of being so far out of whack with the lore that it ain't even funny. I don't disregard it at all, but I'm about as lenient as they are when it comes to establishing stuff for my characters. I'd rather do the extra work to retcon/fit-in once something is clarified than assume I can't do it because the devs ain't seen fit to explain it in-game or in a Q&A.

Source: http://www.famitsu.com/news/201604/29104656.html Rejoice, or not.

Second one explicitly says: Whereas what we're saying is whatever happens in questlines no matter how minor has happened. That option isn't very well covered by that statement. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, Ultros is/was a receptionist for the coliseum and Typhon is indeed asked to sneeze like a mofo in the Gold Saucer. However, that's things that you could reasonably dismiss as not-main events.

wow i can't even go 15 posts without sounding hypocritical i must be a fucking asshole. * * * anyway, outside of a very very small group of people I'm essentially 99% certain that the entire server hates my character and me, so I don't approach people because why in the shit would you approach people who hate you? Bee-tee-dubs that's OOC not IC. and in-between that and a bunch of peeps outright saying they wouldn't RP with me for OOC reasons I'm kind of thinking why do I bother?

Normal Mode: Upon button press, unsubscribe. Everyone's allowed to RP the way they want and I ain't gotta deal with it. Hard Mode: Everyone has fun with both the game and the RP side of things - they blend and use as inspiration both in-game happenings and RP happenings as ways to further and give more flavor to their characters. The game is the lore, the lore is the game - and everything is harmony.

duskwight and dunefolk would be my +1s

Needs a 4th response to the last question. Everything that happened in the main story happened, just not to my character (at all). Also I think I subvert every answer.

Shania and Natan - the two most serious polygons in the game. Characters? Nah they're not that deep.

FtNW killed it and IIRC it's currently in trademark limbo. Which sucks because battle system wise it's so much more competent than Covenant, but then you get "DON'T MESS WITH NEW YORKERS!" and uh yeah fuck off johnny garland.

"Aye, he's been like this for a while. Can't get up, his body's twistin' in his sleep - he'll be dead before a fortnight, way this looks like. Now I'm not one to ask for favors, much less from you people but... Gave a chance to the little lady over there, and she got the right idea eventually. Our remedies just can't fix him, y'see. Please... please help him." The teenage highander could only groan in pain. A cursory look showed discoloration of the face, heavy breathing, right shoulder dislocated, likely from the unconscious contortions the man had just described. The cloaked figure merely held her hand out, a simple gesture to soothe the child psychologically. Feeling the sudden appearance of something warm, his left hand reached for the source - Both tiny hands cupped gently, conveying compassion. "Do not worry. I will save you." she gently said, smile on her face - A face that the harshest winds of the desert could not blemish. With that declared, she stood. The people watching her stared, wondering where she was going. She dared not answer - Little Ala Mhigo was not the kind of place you stood idly by. It was a place of action, and the less who knew what she set out to accomplish, the better. There had been corruption in the air surrounding the boy, and she needed to cleanse it before cleansing the boy. While she could have merely healed him and left, this would not solve the problem. It would merely delay the inevitable, and chances are if he got that, others would follow. Especially once he recovered. Sensing the taint grow as she approached, she began preparations. Sword at her side - this time, faith would be her shield. "Protect!" she chanted. "Stoneskin!" Another one. Her predictions were twofold - Indeed, the land surrounding this area had a dose of corruption - Corpses unceremoniously thrown in an underground river had floated along the current, which soon went overground. This was the second prediction - The populace would want to come here. Hence, the taint needed cleansing. The hooded figure calmly began reciting a prayer, or an incantation, or simple words. The corruption took form, and lashed at her. A simple blast of miasma came from the blackened cloud. It was expertly dodged - Blade at the ready, she went through the same maneuvers she had practiced so long ago in anticipation of the Bloodsands. The corruption attempted more and more to attack the little hero, and she endured, until it was tamed. Sheathing her sword, she reached inside her robe, pulling out a cane. A few waves of the purified wooden instrument later, the corruption was gone. Yet, her job was not yet over. Each body, whether mere bones bleached by the sun, or disease-ridden waterlogged corpses that had finally surfaced, she pulled them out, one by one. Counting seven, she fabricated a makeshift tool to dig graves for the deceased. Only three feet below the sands - she cursed her body's limitations, but it would have to do. Each corpse given a simple epitaph. "May you return to Aether, where the Mothercrystal welcomes you." She picked up her sword, and walked back to Little Ala Mhigo. A shadow that had merely drifted into town before, to avoid complications, she did the same, using a different entrance. She walked towards the diseased boy, with the same characteristic smile she had given him before. Cane in hand, she finally cast the spell that could cure him, and then, and only then, was her work over. The man that pleaded for her, seeing the boy start to recover, was shocked that not only the hooded figure did something, but actually succeeded. As though she never saw him, she picked up her equipment, and started walking out of town. He tried to stop her, invite her for dinner, give her Gil for her services. The hooded figure never stopped walking until she was outside the city limits, once she realized the man had followed her. "Why won't you stop!? I just want to thank you for all you've done!" he pleaded, it wasn't in an Ala Mhigan's philosophy to just give up. "I do not need thanks. Save them for the boy - He has found a source of water a few malms southwest from here, outside of the U tribe's territory." her smile was genuine. "If you wish to thank me, honor the graves that are near the water source. They did not deserve such cruel a death. Implore Thal to watch over them in his realm, for Nald traded them too soon." she stated in a calm voice. "I'll, uh, I'll do that. But what should I call you if I need to call you?" the man simply asked. "Do not call me anything - The less people know of me, the more I will be able to help." Then, with a gust of wind, the hooded figure left. "Now, if only all Lalafell were as saintly as that one..." he mused, before returning to his post.

Depends on character, really. MOST of my characters strive to (or already attained) a class/job or a combination that they feel represents them. Sasati > Paladin/White Mage (never really play the character so) Sylvie > Lancer (Until she kills a dragon, ofc.) Except Kell, Kell will be a Mime. This is PARTIALLY why I'm aiming for all-60.

Dear self, In World of Darkness's Atomos trash, YOU DO NOT NEED TO PRESS PADS BEFORE 15 SECONDS IN THE FIGHT. In fact, that's not a pad. That's a bounce station. That will bounce you out of the fight. And make you look like an idiot or worse, a troll.

Just because Square mentioned they'd have multiple announcements at Kuwait Battle Royale 2016. Which probably means announcement of a console release/ways for non-Japanese residents to actually play this without importing. In case you missed it, Garland is planned to be released. cI5iqPHRvCA

My CFN is Hatman. You can see me scrub out with Alex the breaker of games. Also had a hankering for Rocket League at under my regular Steam name King 100 Hat

Speaking of terrible tales. HOW ABOUT THE ARMOR INVENTORY?