Dresden Voltaire

My SO and I are thinking of transferring to Mateus. The bonus incentives are really tempting and with RP stalling, a change of pace and a new community might be what we need!

Sounds interesting! If you haven't decided yet, I wouldn't mind throwing Dresden into the ring. He has a younger sister technically, but she was retconned out awhile back. I would have no problem meeting you halfway and altering her any way you seem fit! Dresden is going through his House of Cards arc and the dizzying political problems that come from being a potential lord of two houses. If you're interested in a bit of Ishgardian noble intrigue for her, let me know!

Lucky! Dresden is an Ishgardian knight and frequently patrols Anyx Trine to make sure no one bothers Ishgard's newest allies! Maybe he'll stumble across her one day? Let me know!

My character (Dresden Voltaire) has thrown his lot in with a Doman resistance group if you are interested.

My friend and I are on Siren and we're considering transferring to Balmung too for the RP. So color me interested if you want!

I'm really sorry you've had bad RP experiences. I've yet to experience things like that, but I don't like the idea that others have. While I can't share any tales, I'm always here with an open ear! Mine or Kali's! Please don't hesitate to find me on Balmung and friend me!

I'd be more than happy to let Kali help you through the game in both RP and leveling-wise! Please check my wiki and see if she's right up your ally to hang with!

"S-staged?!" Kali squeaked so high, her own tail bristled up in alarm. Actor?! Did he really believe her an... actor? Her eyes turned glassy and almost star struck, turning the insult into complete flattery as she imagined her famous and surrounded by fans like the Songbirds themselves. "Aye, but I don't mind tagging along ter find some o' that fancy whetstone ye be spewing about!" A gruff, drunken Highlander suddenly wrapped an arm around Kali's shoulders and lifted her off the ground, snatching the map easily and holding it over his head. "What say ye? Make the adventure a bit 'o fun, yeh?" She kicked around half-heartedly before giving up and, in a pure dirty move, sank her fangs into the man's arm. He howled, dropped her, and before he could catch his balance, ended up with a strong uppercut to the face. "MOOMBA PAWWWNCH!" If he saw stars and moogles, she wouldn't know. He dropped the map and careened straight onto a nearby table where he flopped unconscious over upturned mugs and angry patrons. And when Kali victoriously picked up her prize, the men at the table leered at her. Wolves came in packs. Especially drunken ones! "Uhhhhh..." Kali gaped. When they suddenly jumped out of their chairs, she screamed and jumped over the railing and out the door with the angry men at her heels. "AIYYYYEEEEEEEEE!" Another day, another adventure. Tis the life of a recovering looter.

Terri Hawkes definitely has the power to voice through Kali's zaniness. WyMvRDNIHVw

If he needs a drinking buddy, Kali is your guy... err chick. And the butt slapping is a-ok so long as she gets to do it back! I don't have any serious plots atm, just an offer for kicking back in the bar and enjoying the finer things in life. Cheap ale is one of them!

Kali had been in the midst of trading back the leve, oblivious to the stir that was going on in the Quicksand after her fortune. Why should she when there was a gil sinker lingering for her just beyond the Forbidden Spring? She had been in the midst of arguing with the levemete for her to take back the job did the chatter get too agitated for her sensitive ears. Fear. Suspicion. When Kali turned back around, the fortuneteller lady was trying to predict another's future and was failing. She didn't even think about the possible truth that the lady was a fraud and abandoned the irritated levemete to shout in defiance. "Hey! Maybe she can't predict your future because you'll never get the time of day from that lass?" she wondered innocently, and it caused a group of merchants in the back to roar with laughter. "Don't be a stinker by pestering her!" Lying or not, it wasn't nice for people to start calling names, especially if there was no proof. She herself had been the brunt of many a foul rumor dealing with Ul'dah's socialites. "I'm telling ya, I know she predicted the future! I saw it with mine own eyes! And I can prove it!" The grey auracite - if she brought it back, then the fortuneteller would be clear of these foul accusations would she not?

Kali nodded in agreement. "Aye, and there's a lot of loudness about the authenticity of its legend. Any ol' skimmer can take any old stone and claim it's a stone of air, but I've got an ace up my sleeve! I can tell if I'm being scammed when it comes to ores!" She had the privilege of seeing an actual grey auracite stone from a private collection many summers ago. It was barely the size of a pebble, but she had memorized the smell, touch, and even taste of the thing. And the one in her vision was at least the size of her palm. Nay, that adventurer really gave it to her this time - no doubt giving her a bum map without realizing what some random stone inside actually contained. She was so giddy, she could hover three malms in the air if she could! Warren's last comment did cause her to comically pause and cover her big fat mouth. This was the bloody Quicksand! Someone could overhear and get interested! "Um... 'tis useless ore, I bet, haha! I mean what are the chances? It'll be just my luck too." Confident save, horrible recovery. Any sod with a half of a brain could call in her bluff.

Woe be to anyone for her to elaborate on ores and lore. Ears pricking up at Warren's comment, Kali beamed and waved at him with her map. She remembered him from the Grindstone! "The grindiest of grindy stones! Purity through its weightlessness!" she chirped, the glint in her eyes betraying pure enthusiasm. "Grey auracite was a popular whetstone back when Sil'dih wasn't a big pile of ew. The mineral is said to make Sil'dih weaponry so sharp and light, a simple copper hatchet could cleave through steel! They hoarded it deep in secret vaults unknown to prevent Ul'dahn invaders from acquiring them." "And thanks to that, all the grey auracite mines around the Sil'dih ruins have been mined to nothing! So there's a giant market for them, especially from the Coliseum. They say the betting odds go through the roof for any fighter with a blade honed by a stone of air." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Oh, and it makes for a scrumptious stone soup. Just saying."

The moment she shot her hand eagerly into the portal, did a vision reveal itself to her. Golden eyes widened and her already large pupils grew even more as an aetheric vision came to her. The Quicksand melted away and she found herself so far off usual merchant trail through the Sagolii, she was worried that she was lost in the endless black desert with only the full moon to light her way. She was on her knees and desperate to fumble at the broken lock with singed fingers and the smell of ash in the air. She definitely struggled with something to get here. So tiring and painful! Was it worth it, though?! The image was so fast, she couldn't discern, but she didn't need to. Her had instinctively jutted out and grabbed the item before the vision turned hazy. She jolted backwards at the warning and fell on her arse, but her eyes glittered with excitement as the metallurgic composition rang in her ears. "GREY AURACITE! A grinding stone of yore! And a pure one to boot!" It would probably make sense why one would at a glance brush it off as just a plain grey stone, but she knew her Sil'dih history. Until she could bring it to a goldsmith to confirm its purity, she could dream of the gil it could bring - if not pay her rent at her free company to boot for many fortnights! "Oh-ho-ho! I don't need to see a vision of me shoveling chocobo dung! I'm heading out and receiving thy loot which awaits me! Mending be damned to the seven hells!" Kali tossed the leve aside and swaddled the map like a newborn babe.

Kali's button nose wrinkled at the explanation. "So... you can't say for certain if it's gonna pass?" Her father mentioned this kind of thing to her at one point. Charlatans and gil-desperate magicians often used 'cold readings' or guesswork games to dupe the customer. While she couldn't say for certain if her father's warnings rang true in this instance, suffice to say, she had yet to see any icy books about to tip her off. But seven hells, the carbuncle said it was free. What charlatan would offer their services without a price attached? Kali slumped forward, unawares of a line behind her, and introduced herself with aplomb. "Makara Kali - the best treasure hunter/person beater-upper this side of Eorzea! I've come with a plight wrought with desperation!" Without preamble, she smacked the rolled up map down the table, careful of the crystal floaters. "This map yields untold treasure, but alas, I've no coin at the moment to re-thread my clothes or saddle my chocobo! That requires a leve on the side see, but this map is on borrowed time." She placed the stained glass card beside the map. "So did I take the job and await the next lunar cycle, or did I risk faring against monsters in my bloomers so the next adventuring sod doesn't get my booty?!" Kali waited expectantly for the portal to open up to plunge her hand into it.

An absent, but cheery hum was on the young miq'ote's lips as she leaned against the levemete's counter to look at the current job cards placed before her. Her thoughts weren't really on deciding on what to choose - none of them seemed very appealing. An opo-opo extermination leve? Not interesting. But there was a matter of a lack of coin and she was in dire need of mending before her next treasure map quest. The last map she picked up yielded very little treasures to sell, but this time she dumped her last hundred gil from an adventurer who swore up and down that this was legit, money back guaranteed. There was a catch. The chest wouldn't reveal itself until the next full moon... which meant she should either do it tonight or wait until next month. A clean up job to mend... or the map and risk fighting epic monsters in her small clothes? Kali's tail swished to and fro with annoyance. Being an adult sucked royally. Being poor was just as worse. A vocal advertisement from behind caused her dark ears to perk up. That was it! Azeyma has bestowed upon her an answer! Divine fortunetelling could help her out with this! But just as she turned, she jumped back in surprise. "Eh? Carbuncle?! Talk?!" Well strike her down, roll her in dirt, and call her a coblyn! Anyone who can make a carbuncle talk ought to be well-versed in magic! Plus, it was free! Kali immediately swooped in like a malnourished buzzard and slammed her palms down on the table. "Me! Pick me! I'm first!" she shouted happily. There were floating crystals on the table - it had to be legit! "O' person of future seeing magic! I have a conundrum of great importance! Can you read my mind, or should I explain in detail so the stars can nod in understanding?!"

Kali's right next door in the pugilist's guild you ol' gladiator you! If you're looking for a sparring buddy, don't hesitate to ask!

This event was so much fun! I hope there's more in the future!

Your character sounds really interesting! It'd be great to RP using Kali for this if you like! She's a mouthful to talk about so I'll leave her bio here! I'm PST, but I'm usually on after 4PM-10PM on workdays and I'm on all day on Fridays and Saturdays! I can also Skype rp too!

This would have never happened if the Temple Knights had listened. He was the only one privy to identifying the possible suspects. He was the one who sullied his hands combing the Brume for information - had been the one to recruit and conduct a brigade of highwaymen in Western Coerthas as a front to find out where the pilfered caravans were going. He had heard that the Pillars would burn, but his superiors - wrapped in their own convoluted bureaucracy with their Lord Commander occupied - were much too busy clinging to promotions and favors from the highborns. So long as their own pockets were filled and they were due with minimum work, they cared not how things were done. So when House Hildegarde fell that night, Dresden had expected it, but it wasn't the Knights who managed to squelch the flames before it spread. No, Dresden had tirelessly commandeered the sellswords, adventures, and even merchants of his highwaymen front. Hildegarde had fallen, but they had coordinated enough to save the other houses. If they had only stifled their disdain for lowborns like him and listened. Lives had to be lost to bring the point across. By the time it took to smother the blue flames completely, charred corpses both big and small were found beneath debris, unrecognizable. The burned smell literally lingered throughout the night and into the early morning hours. There was one scion left of Hildegarde, lucky as she was. Or perhaps not. The man Dresden had been trailing for the past few weeks had been identified as Kudros Crendraven. Perhaps not only identified, but relatively known for his bounty through the secret echelons of the Holy See. They knew and they hadn't told him. "Ser Voltaire! You're under arrest!" It was an unsurprising command. Lord Aymeric's new policy of having an open dialogue between the Knights and their citizens was contrary to what they had done. He always knew he would be the scapegoat should his mission go south. Dresden found himself surrounded by his own garrison in the early morning hours and left to drown as an inquisitor shouted out his crimes - crimes of which had been done and ordered in the name of the Holy See. "That's the one! He knew what was to become of House Hildegarde." Those treacherous words came from his own Captain, one of whom Dresden once called trustworthy. He looked upon Dresden not with a warm nod, but a sneer unseen. Dresden had thought, almost despairingly, that this man was one of the only few who saw him not as a lowborn, but a potential soldier. "I had not!" he snapped back, almost desperate as swords and lances advanced upon him. "Everything I had done was to protect Ishgard!" Inquisitor Depardieu pointed accusingly at him. "Such words would not sway us, traitor! You were in league with the criminals who consorted with the Owl - we have eyewitness accounts from your fellow knights to prove it. Not to mention word from the Jeweled Croizer of your little operation with your highwaymen. It is just like lowborn scum like you to make a profit on the blood of one of our once prominent houses!" Dresden had no choice but to keep his silence about the highwaymen. He would not incriminate his own men just to save his own skin. "You would put one of your most loyal men to the edge, so you would not take the plunge yourself," he accused his captain and gestured to the men he once called his own. "Have I not proven myself to you enough? The Fury sees all - do you believe you will be saved from her wrath upon judgement? I risked everything to give you the very information needed to catch the fiends who have done this! If you had only listened my warnings!" "Listen not to this betrayer!" Depardieu warned sharply. "Ser Voltaire of the Temple Knights, you are hereby accused of conspiring against Ishgard and the complete annihilation of House Hildegarde. You will find, unfortunately, that something as trial by combat will not be afforded to you." His heart thumped so hard against his ribcage, he was sure he would have been in the throes of a stroke had he been an older man. With a frustrated snarl, Dresden slowly raised his palms up in surrender. "You will regret this," he promised bitterly. "Knives to the back of our countrymen, turning a blind eye to save your own. Do you not see? Ishgard cannot survive like this! The only crime I am rightfully accused of is trusting my 'betters' to protect Ishgard when I should have done it myself! I swear to you, upon the blood and ash on this very stone, I will not let it happen again! I will protect Ishgard on my own terms - with or without your help!" In the ensuing silence, Dresden snapped his fingers and a rain of arrows littered the sky above. His captors quickly stumbled out of the way and in the ensuing chaos, Dresden quickly escaped over a low hanging bridge, shoving Inspector Depardieu in the process. He made a break for the lower levels for the Brume, Puru's voice ringing in the linkpearl. The only safe haven now was deep in the ice and mountains of Western Coerthas where his highwaymen waited for him. It seemed that now, this new enterprise was now a legitimate operation.

We really need to set up a time, lol! Keep missing each other! At the very least get you added to my friend's list!

I already belong to an FC, but this looks very promising! I rp as a Temple Knight, so if you guys have a linkshell or something instead, I'd be glad to join! If you see me online (UTC+8), don't hesitate to reach out! I love Ishgardian RP!

If you are looking for a friend in Ishgard (or even someone to vent on), you can always talk to Dresden Voltaire here. He's a low-level Temple Knight who gets bored patrolling the city on a daily basis. Sharing a tankard and lamenting politics at the Forgotten Knight would be pretty interesting!

Hello any random persons reading this! I'm not new to RP, even on FFXIV. My character went into retirement due to lack of muse, so I fantasia'd him into an Au Ra just to break the monotony and just do game content. But the muse quickly sparked itself to life (and the lore! the lore!) and I found I was excited about the idea of using my Au Ra for roleplay after talking to a couple of people. So... hello!

Count me in if you want! Kali will do anything for gil including mercenary work!