DoomsdayClock

Because no one ever rps with Franz...

You got it, good man! I don't advertise alts, lol. Healer talk would be most welcome! Yours and Doomy's posts coincide, so we should brainstorm on a "Medic's night out" type of thing! Franz and Lho'a are not the best of friends, not sure how easily we could wrangle them all together for a night out lol, but I'd be up for figuring it our for the sake of adding to the tension between them. Regretfully I've another char who is more focused on the GS, so unless he looses early on, I can't do the healer gig as much.

IG, I'd think another scene between Oak and Lho'a could be interesting, without all of the healing competition making him slip more into his snark and sass. The kid needs direction, and a follower of the Twelve could help. More so with what I have planned your type of character could be a good influence for development. PM me if you want to Skype chat/plot.

A positive environment will foster positive feedback and a better community. This works in most cases, be it a forum, a neighborhood, a store..whatever. If you fill something with good energy, keep it clean and tidy and welcoming, good people and interactions will thrive there. If you allow it to become negative, it you allow bad elements, topics, aggression, attitude, to fill it up..then those sorts of people will become your norm, and eventually the more upbeat and happy folks will no longer feel welcome ( in this case a lot of the new folks seem to stress that feeling ). As a community this can be a very rough waters environment. There is a a lot of talk about the importance of communication, while in practice it seems less used. There is a larger focus on red flags, bad feelings, and warning signs, than working through things, gaining understanding, and building a better community from it. I've learned this in likely the hardest way possible, and despite that I still feel the need to try, because like most people here I do have a genuine care for this grouping and setting. So for what my two cents are worth...I do think there should be more of a focus on how to help others do right, rather than what they are doing wrong..be it lore, their direction to gain Rp, or whatever else. Its hard. A lot of us are on here so much because we don't likely do well in regular interaction and social situations, so when we remove the human elements it can get worse in different ways. Approaching a stranger can be downright terrifying...and I've had MANY visits to the Grindstone in past weeks were I was completely ignored even when I directly said things to some people ( before the fights, not during..so it wasn't a matter of distraction. ) But you just kind of have to roll with it and keep trying. I can say that I feel the connections you DO make through your own perseverance and merit are likely far better than any you'd get through griping or briefing. I think the best advice anyone can give on this matter, or help in these situations is Eleni I believe? Her SMILE comments really do embody what the community likely should focus on. Or if you really find yourself unable to post something constructive on a thread that seems like it's a powder keg, don't post? Also Black Hat, was fun Rping with you at the GS, Healers really just loom around there lol.

I will keep this brief... But to the people effected by the level of bleed I tended to suffer from through Rp, I appologize, whole heartedly, and 100%. Actions OOC or IC that had caused distress, upset feelings, or worse..I am sorry for them. I have no shield to hide behind nor do i offer any means of defense on the matter. I would NEVER wish to trample upon the comfort or feelings of any in the community, and the fact that I HAVE done so, I have effected the comfort of others..is not acceptable by any means. These things, I cannot change, and can only attempt to learn from them to fix the problem and better myself in the future. I never wished to offer and degree of toxic friendship, or to harm any member of this world we have all created...truly it does mean something to me. This has been an eye opening experience..not only in how Rp bleed and behavior has effected others, but my own life as well. I offer no excuses, only regret and apology. That said, for the time being it would be best that i myself step away from the community, the Rp, the illusion for some time to sort out things, and to give people the benefit of not having my presence floating about. To those people who like me..I do say this : DO NOT DEFEND ME. If I've wounded anyone their feelings are completely justified, and I do not want anyone stepping up to plate to speak on my behalf AT ALL. There is NOTHING to defend. That said, please do not post anything on this thread regarding anything defensive about me. This is a situation that needed to be resolved, and also needs to die off so affected parties may also move on from it. I'd also ask this thread be locked, so that it doesn't become anything more than what it needed to be. Take care everyone. Again I can never apologize enough.

I am certainly interested.

Did you loose in the first round like me? Sheeeeesh my dice.

I actually play a bit of a prize fighter myself. I'll be at the Grind tonight, though likely as an alt that I've yet to introduce there. Its a big event, can go on very long..but I do recommend it. For that type of char, you will make a lot of interesting connections there. When I started the Grindstone was my lynchpin for making Rp friends.

You know I'm in. You can use Iron Sea. Aiden Church. And Miette Pellicier as you see fit.

I play a rather insane elezen noblewoman from Ishgard..who is currently aimlessly searching about Ul'dah. We could certainly work out some background together if you want to presume she had known her back home. Miette Pellicier Add me and chat

Sometime into their conversation, Miette had made her way back down the hall towards Edda's room. Though when she had heard the voices within, the elezen had paused and opted to bide her time before striding within. Truth be told she didn't like the idea of someone privately seeing Edda without her presence to safeguard her, and she recognized the voice from within as one of the "heroes" who had stopped her. More so as the one she had squared off against many times. Any eavesdropping ended when Franz came through the door and crashed to the ground in front of her, causing the elezen to gasp as she took a quick step back to avoid his frame. Her mind raced over what she had seen, what was going on here? Her faraway eyes lingered on the man's form, before she took a breathe and resolved herself to action. As Franz lay there, she stepped one boot down firmly on his back, walking on him, over him as she looked through the doorway, in to her charge. "Do not worry yourself, I will handle this matter for you my lady. "The woman replied with a gracious bow, done while planted atop the man's back. Miette stepped off him, and bent over to curl a hand into that shirt, gripping him near the back of his neck, and with a grunt, she dragged his body across the hall to his own room. Annoyed with how heavy this oaf was, she cursed under her breathe and fumbled to open Franz' door. "Too many cakes no doubt, carrying a tray with him and all."She shook her head, pulling Franz fully within, before leaving him sprawled out on his own floor. "Much better...now no one will trip over this. "She muttered, snatching up the tray and bringing it within as well. She set the tray down on the floor in front of his form, making sure it would be the first thing he saw when he came to...and upon it she left one of her arrows across it's surface. A warning. To offend Edda, to cause her distress would not be tolerated. Once done she closed his door and stepped back to Edda's room, closing the door behind her as she strolled in. "All better my Lady, I do hope you are not too distraught?" A delightful smile spread across her features.

I think realistically the only answer I can give for this question is for himself. I think through a lot of story lines that have gone on, Iron has put on the hat with the big hero label on it, but he always insists he is not such, and at his core that's probably true. Anyone who has sparred him or been in an actual betting match against him would know the reality of how and why Iron fights. Iron fights because he LIKES to fight. He enjoys combat, and in the end he probably on some level gets a rush out of actually winning, even if he regrets the harm he inflicts. Iron fights because he feels he has no place in the world. He throws himself into conflicts to gain validation, to keep his mind busy and get away from the reality that lingers. So I suppose Iron may do good things, may throw his life on the line for the sake of friends, and "good", but in the end he truly fights because he enjoys it. He fights because if he doesn't, he begins to feel more and more like he has no purpose, no place in the chain of events. Not to say Iron is a bad person, far from it...but to glorify him with any other answer would be an injustice to the core of who and what he is.

Im up for Rp most anytime. Got enough characters for most types too. PM me.

Exactly what I was going to say. Really the answer is to make sure players are mature, and things should work out. When Iron fights in tournaments there is a clear difference in his strength compared to say..Howl. But as players we yield to the will of the dice and make it work. Most times this means Iron gets his legs destroyed by say....someone like Howl x.x;

I've see this little guy, he stalks me alot! Everyone be nice to the fella!

Sitting on a crate in Black Brush Station, Aiden flipped through the paper until he came across this article. His usual serious scowl remained plastered upon his face as he took in the words, and thought back to the interview he had with this woman not long ago. When he reached his own portion though, a small smile began to shatter his icy expression, and the young man found himself chuckling out loud. "There can be no denying me now...it's in the paper!" He called out, holding it up in the air for the random workers and peddlers to see. "YOU SEE THIS?! I AM IN TRAINING!" He shouted before rising to his feet and folding it neatly, to tuck away within the chest plate of his armor. Today was going to be a good day, he just knew it.

Aiden absorbed every word the small fellow said. He took in his tone, and he memorized the lessons spoken to him. This was his way, it's why he had that small notebook tucked into his armor with every code of conduct he had been advised, and even the ones he had misunderstood. Aiden sighed softly as Gegenji's words ceased, and the blonde paused to stare off at the streets once more. One hand lifted to his chin, ever dramatic even in the way he stood, as he spoke softly down to him. "I may have loudly scolded you upon our first meeting Young Hero, but your words speak volumes of wisdom, and I take them all to heart.." Adien spoke, his facade cracking if only briefly. "Life may not be what I read in stories and tales, it may not be the great quests, dangerous foes....and I may never stand in line with you all..shining armor and pride upon our faces. This much I rapidly come to realize. " He let his hand drop to his side, turning to face the young man, as he crouched down to one knee to be eye to eye with him, awkward upon those stairs. "You are right though. I...I only live for purpose. While the rest of you socialize, enjoy yourselves and train, I patrols these streets and make the best of every chance I can to help someone, anyone really. In the same breathe I narrow my eyes on the serpents in our trenches. I see them mingle among us, hurt our flocks, and my view on this is considered too strong. I am to protect both the good and the bad. I am to let them grow fat on the blood of those I'd yearn to protect. Mayhaps my view too naive or brash, but maybe that's why I need more experience..which brings me to this decision.." The young man sighed softly, a frown twitching at the corner of his lips. "There is a small settlement beyond the walls, I think I may go there for now, see what good I can do without the Sworn watching my movements, keeping me from instilling even the smallest of law. Perhaps I will become a better man out in those sands, or perhaps I'll never return at all. That will be for the land to decide. To you though Young Hero, I would impart this." Aiden slipped from his armor that little book, scribbled on the front the title " Aiden's Codes of Conduct", and held it out for him. "Mayhaps the lessons I learned in my brief time in Ul'dah may serve you well...my friend? " And there he had said it, regarding this one as only the second person he would consider potentially his comrade.

Deeper? Did this small one actually think some deep seeded emotions were clouding his decision? Aiden scoffed at the idea, visibly so. Though after a moment, and the feel of that hand gripping his shoulder, the young man glanced back down to the ground and let out a breathe. "What makes me so different? Why am I so intolerable? And how am I to think the way things proceed are truly in the name of justice? " Aiden asked flatly, rising to his feet in quick action, starring down at Chachan before he thrust an arm out, pointing to the distance, or nothing in particular. "I've carried myself with pride and honor. Each night I feel the refugees of the meager pay I make, and each night I sleep out here amongst the stars. I try to live and breathe for this city. Yet I am the farce? I seek not to slander, but how has my dedication been any less than Ser Rose? What chances have I been given? Nae, I say to you...I came here and made changes on my own. The good I do, I do without direction, or the need to prove myself. One does good because good needs to be done. " Aiden was going off into a full speech, clearly this was how his mind worked, not to mention an inflated ego. Though after this his shoulders slumped, and he looked down a moment. "Is that justice truly giving Mr. G'leo over to his death? Is it locking up a broken hearted Evangeline? Is it leaving her in a cell were another is poisoned? No....these cannot be the true way of things. I cannot imagine the Sultana's will would truly see the innocent crying behind bars...especially as one of our own are the reason for such tears. " Oh yes, Aiden had pieced a bit together, and his blame layed squarely,no matter how wrong he actually was. "I do not know.....I was in a moment or anger and pain when I uttered the words of quitting, yet it has only been rubbed in my face since. I feel mockery each day, and I cannot sleep in this state..." He added, looking down to Chachan with an actual pained expression, rather than his usual stoic ice face.

Even as Chachan came closer, Aiden's eyes remained starring foreward with focus. Watching the flame as Ser Romy had said. Though a pat on his shoulder snapped him out of it, and the young man glanced up to his former comrade, and offered the same stoic and stern expression that seemed to have been carved as his face. "Young Hero, You seem well. " He commented, voice as dry as ever. What could even say to him? Of the two clearly Aiden was the lesser in both charisma and general likeability. He knew this, he understood and and honestly believed it completely fair and just. "I wonder, have any of your friends spoken of my decision? I dare say none were phased at all when I tendered my resignation from their training..." He replied, glancing away from the Lalafel, unable to even make eye contact with him as he said those words. Truth be told, they left his lips and burned on the way out. Truly it had not been what he wanted, but Aiden saw no path as events had gone forward, and rather than guidance that eve, he had felt constant scorn. His anger lingered on Roysia..Ser Rose as it were. What made that girl better than him? He would nearly scoff at the thought. Thus far his focus lingered on the cadet, and he hardly noticed the other at all. Aiden had learned to shut down his usual hawk like vision, since he couldn't actually deal with any crime or law breaking, as he had learned roughly, to his shame, this very morning.

( This is an alt. Not Iron, as if this won't be obvious ) The young knight sat alone, on the steps by the Quicksand. He watches the people pass him by, watched Ser Romy deal with whatever little spats broke out, and as he watched he felt himself drift further and further away. When he had arrived in this city he had big dreams, a loud voice and a hope to become a Sworn. A Paladin serving the most high, and enforcing the laws to keep this city safe. Having lost his parents as a youth to Sahaugin pirates left a gaping wound in his heart, one he could only fill with a thirst for law, and protecting others. But he realized he was crass, rigid, and all together unfriendly. He learned early on when he met Chachan and Roysia that he didn't seem to truly fit in... And when they all sat beneath the stars together, and each one left one by one, he realized eventually he was all alone. Aiden starred up at the sky a moment, missing his farm, the animals, the chores. Normalcy, however plain and routine it had been. "At least I was wanted there.."He muttered. He had started in this city to make a name for himself. He had watched this slanderous campaign against Ser Crofte leak free, and endeavored to be the one to end it. And in bare fisted combat he had done so, all the while feeling the insults of his "friends" spoken in the crowd. And yet, somehow after this fact the only real friend he had was that woman...Evangeline. In a spiral of events surrounding her, he had turned from the path and now his dreams lay somewhere behind him, tarnished and lost. He felt the eyes of judgement from the current Sworn upon his every action, and no longer did it seem he could even help the common citizens with their plights. It hurt. He felt empty. Feeding the refugee camps with what his meager pay could afford only filled his heart so much. He wanted justice, discipline, to see the people look upon him with pride. A sigh left his lips as he watched Ser Romy pass him by again, without even a glance in his direction. Another at the thought that Chachan hadn't replied to the letter he had sent him. "Why did I ever come here at all...." Hopefully someone could show the young paladin the way.

Whoa whoa..no. Serious. I want Iron Sea drawn like this. I will pay that gill, no background needed. I am not joking.

The massive red coated frame stood before that small house by the waterfall, The Jewel of the Desert. After such a long night of talks with Ameline Valtin, Iron had followed a trail of memories that lead him to that place once more. He had walked the halls, pressed hands to the walls...he had spoke of Nat, of Franz...of Kage..of Honzo..and realized that for a time it felt like those days were a lifetime away. But time had not forgotten them. The structure still stood, and the memories of their voices still held within the stone. That night had brought him to the parchment he held within his hand, lens hidden eyes reading the words carefully, over and over. Jewel of the Desert, purchased and now held by Iron Sea. Kneeling down he plucked the for sale sign from the earth and tucked it under one arm, as he strode over to the placard and traced a metal gloved finger over the names. This would remain, her name, their names, the cheerful greeting. He would preserve the memory, make sure these halls found new strays in need of shelter and compassion. It was in his own way, some small service to the woman who had given him so much. It was the right thing to do, to even be able to truly move forward. His coffers were empty now, Lady Edda was gone back to her father, his job ended. The coin had all fell into this last attempt to hold onto something dear. He gazed off at that waterfall, as he had so many times before with friends and allies, and smiled faintly. " I'll keep the cannons Nat, figure you would want it this way...."

Iron had only left his room briefly, enough time to get any local bounty bills posted, the paper, and some provisions before he locked himself back in his room. The Roegadyn had settled into his desk in the corner, posting up on his wall what needed posting, and jotting down any notes he could from current events that pertained to his work or files. Edda's absence had left a large gap, and that gap was currently being filled with piles upon piles of wanted lists and company small jobs as he sought to establish himself more. Conversation, jokes, even the usual banter amongst Coral's home had all but ceased from the man. Eventually eyes would linger over that particular article, and the big man grumbled slightly. Iron had been rather steadfast in his support of the reporter, but this went beyond ridiculous. "Damned girl....And worse still for Ser Crofte. Can't imagine what those idiots in Ul'dah are making of this.." He muttered, rather displeased to say the least. "Suppose at some point I should make my way there and check up on things...if only to make sure Miss Primrose is alright..." With that the page was turned and Iron continued to jot down notes about specific individuals, he had enough to worry about.

Team...pfffft. Who needs those people?

I'm sure this will be as wonderful as your last event! On a sadder note, to early in the day for my to make it as well with work and all. Holiday retail time x.x; I will be there in spirit!