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Yesterday's event taught me that treants are surprisingly flame-retardant.

I suppose a birthday post. I had to check my Spotify and Soundcloud for this y'all. Type of music I was listening to exactly one year ago from today: [video=youtube] Type of music I am listening to nowadays: [video=youtube] Tastes change.

To quote a boss: "Sickness must be purged." Why not; I'll take a spot.

Visual cue without shifting through multiple menus to verify someone's IC? Yes, please. More efficient than examining search info. Edit: Also shares the same color as the "online" symbol; an added bonus.

This just in: PvP is back to extremely long queues in less than a day. GG Square.

I'll bet two weeks on the new PvP Mode before it becomes 'unpopular' again.

To describe my experiences with RNG and fishing in a nutshell: "Oh boy, I can't wait to get my HQ catkiller today!" (This is for the 60 class quest) *Throws first cast of the day in the water* "Sweet I got somethin--" *The fish broke your bladed steel jig* "Damn. 40k gil. Just gone like that."

Sometimes, I think the game likes S&M. Instead of chains and whips, however, it's RNG and groups that don't play well. Anyways, Dungeon Fighter Online is pretty nice. Great for those long dps queues.

"Die, Lynx! You--" Before he could speak, she threw a small knife at his throat landing a clean hit. With nothing but desperation across the poor man's face as he brought his hands up to his neck., she pinned him to the ground on his back, grabbed the hilt of the knife, and sliced through the rest of the neck. Careful precision ensured that the blood spout from his neck ran towards the ground and not her clothing. "One flaw with the firearms, Steel." She pulls out another knife from her coat, spinning it once in her hand and pointing the tip at the soon-to-be-dead man. "They don't work if you cannot pull the trigger quickly enough." She turns around, sheathing the knife in her coat, to leave him to his fate. A curious venture, her trip to Coerthas--and Ishgard--became. A simple trip to establish a trading route between the workers at Skysteel Manufactory and the clients in La Noscea soon turned into an unsavory mission. The task was simple. Kill Burning Steel; a Roegadyn last seen in the confines of the Brume making off with a few of the new firearms the Manufactory is working on. A task to establish... trust, between fellow merchants. The kind she has not done since her mercenary days. Burning Steel lies dead on the ground in a quiet and frequently skipped corner of the Brume away from prying eyes, yet... the firearms were not here. Sparse amounts of firewood and empty, battered crates were the only items in view. Elise gave a slight shrug before leaving the vacinity into snow falling lightly from the sky. She pondered as she walked, occasionally glancing at the residents who called Brume their home. They grumbled as she passed by, noting her peculiar appearance but avoiding conversation. Perhaps it was the blades sheathed on her side that stayed their aggression, or perhaps the fear an outsider may not follow the same rules as the Temple Guards that occassionally lorded over them. Her task was done and that's all that matters for now. She returned to the Manufactory, explained the situation and the success she had, and shook their hands. Now armed with the means and managerial privileges to a select number of workers--under certain terms and conditions, of course--she could begin a new line of work for Tylwyth Narah's business. Her independent acts will soon be overlooked when profit is made. Elise stared down at the schematics of the firearm design, noting and absorbing as many details as possible. She taps the blue paper twice with her index finger on the barrel. "I get the know-how and the basics, but I will need some time to study the rest. Thankfully, this is where you all come in." The team of workers gave a small smile as she looked up at their faces, glancing in between each of them. "We have a low quota to meet today, so you all may depart when we have finished. With all of you working, I expect it to be met quickly. Afterwards, I shall hand you each enough gil for one round at the Forgotten Knight to celebrate our beginning relationship." The workers gave a nod, turned their backs to Elise, and departed to their stations. Elise turned her head down towards the paper once more, adjusting her glasses just a touch as she read the smaller print. She looked down at her attire, a combination of white, green, and black covering her person in light, yet durable and flexible clothing. With a small sigh, she leaned back into the wooden chair, placing an elbow on the table as she studied on. "...Red isn't much of a reader, is she..." She chuckles as she speaks to herself. "I do wonder why I choose her of all people to take an interest in. Mayhap it were the potential that could be achieved instead of what has been achieved?" She smirks as she finishes speaking and takes out a piece of paper, ink, and a quill to write some notes about the design. The next few days were going to be long and cold.

I mean yes this all is logical, but when you're with some shitty pug, you're going to have a bad time without a few VIT accessories. I am talking optimals here. But a shitty pug is a shitty pug, and an average of 3k HP difference will not help you survive that misfortune. And decent self healing could make the difference between life and death. I've expressed in this very thread that I had an AST healer tried to regen bubble me while I fought the chimera pull in Fractal. 3k hp wasn't gonna make a difference at that point. But just because a random PUG isn't playing their job well/correctly even, is not a legitimate reason to also play my role sub-optimally. If you have the gear and know-how, you should be optimizing your role in all content, not just endgame. And if you're new to tanking or dont have the gear, by all means go VIT, but know that it's doing you very little benefit and you're not going to learn to tank better unless you actually try. Again, VIT is viable, but not optimal. Hm. Where else have I seen something like this in another MMO with basically the exact same context? Ah right; PlanetSide 2! You can find evidence of taking more damage over vitality in other games as well. Considering that the difference is surviving 1 extra hit in combat or taking down your opponent with fewer attacks, many would find the latter to be far more useful with higher returns.

Black Mage in the Aery, I can excuse you being a little weak on the dps. That's fine. You're using an i100 atma weapon and your gear is, let's be honest, not that great. Your rotation... was also very questionable. Not my main complaint here though. I can also excuse you for being a newcomer. Everyone's new at one point, right? However, when you're the only reason, multiple times in a row, we're wiping to the last boss because you don't know how to target a mob, even after being told to kill said mob ASAP, then we're going to kick you. It's one thing to be a newcomer to a dungeon, but it's another thing to not listen to the advice that the rest of your group gives you to make it through the bloody thing.

Ah, Dark Knight; the tank class I've decided to play as in Heavensward. Can't say I'm much of a specialist here; my work deals almost exclusively with ninjas. However, I can link you to this thread on the official forums instead for a reference. As of posting this, I don't know any of the stat weights, otherwise I'd link them too

Don't be an ass, basically.

Yep. Haven't got into HW just yet, but many sources are ambivalent. A Machinist is like a ninja; they are good if played well and terrible if played incorrectly. At this stage, there are more of the latter present. Over time, the amount of people who know how to work with Machinist will increase and the class will seem... well, not as shitty. Like ninjas Edit: Also, if anyone knows the base skill speed of a level 60 ninja right now, I would love to know it.

Time to update the Ninja guide then. Y'all will stabilize and figure out the fastest method for 50-60 leveling (if it is different) in... oh, less than a week's time anyway, right?

Currently a full time student in industrial engineering.

After reading through this thread, I think I can sum up Roleplaying Etiquette: RPC: Don't do the things. Other than that, have fun. Roleplayers: Okay. RPC: Good. Roleplayers: We did the things. RPC: Guys

Restricted? Eh. Probably.

You know how Machinists have muskets, rifles, pistols, etc? Imagine the IC gil you can rake in if you can figure out a way to mass produce and sell firearms like those, especially to a city-state that finds itself in constant need of new soldiers and weapons to fend off the dragons.

"Are you in need of assistance, Miss?" Lynx jerked her head at the voice she heard. She tried frowning, yet the goggles on her face did not show much. “…That’s a rhetorical question, yes?” With her arms still free, she pushed up on the head of the beast pinning her to the ground. The head rises a few ilms, but not anywhere near enough space to maneuver out. She glanced up at the woman once more; her silent gaze as her next response to the question. The paladin look at Lynx covered in snow and goggles over her eyes. Letting out an exhale in a puff of steam, she dug her feet into the ground and placed her shoulder against that of the dead Aevis' neck and trunk. She nodded to the woman. "On three. One. Two. Three!" She heaved and pushed up and away the fallen lizard's body to allow her room to slide out. Lynx rolled out away from her, the assistance gave her enough room to make it out before she would drop the beast down. She pulled herself up off of the ground and walked towards the dead beast, pulling out both of the blades stuck in its oversized head. She glanced down at the blades once to verify their condition before sheathing them away. The now free Midlander steps away from the Aevis then looks towards the woman once more with a small smile on her face. “Elise Wolfe is what you may call me.” The paladin nodded to her once in greeting, her voice just loud enough to carry over the winds of Coerthas. "Well Miss Wolfe, Coerthas is not a place that is friendly to solitary travelers." She was already eyeing the wounds upon the fallen beasts: the three dead Aevis lying in the snow. A small arch of the brow her only indication of any impression made. "...Although I suspect you are used to fending for yourself." The paladin about turns, but there was a pause and an exhale, as if she gave something a second thought. She glanced over her shoulder at Lynx. "Where were you headed? Will you be alright?" Lynx glances up at the darkening sky before returning to face the paladin. “Where I was headed is—“ She stops mid-sentence to cough once before continuing. “Ahem. Whitebrim.” The woman tilts her head to the right to examine the paladin’s figure once more for a few moments. Her tone becomes more serious as she speaks. “Your accent is not of this land, and… that hair...” She raises her left hand to point at the paladin while her right hand begins to dig inside of her coat. A small grin forms on her face as she speaks. “Red.” The paladin does not seem to take any note to the word as she tucks a forelock away against the winds. She glances down the road, eyes squinted against the snowfall that was getting heavier. "You best hurry then, the weather seems to be taking a turn for the worse. You do not want to be caught out here in a blizzard." She does not meet Lynx's eyes for long even when they exchange words, it is apparent that the paladin does not want to linger long and her words are somewhat hurried and distant. "But you should be able to make it to Whitebrim before nightfall." She glances up at the sky, a frown lingering upon her brows. She too could see that the sky was darkening. “Before nightfall? Good, I gauged the travel distance correctly. Ah, right!” She walks towards the paladin, pulling out a small book with her right hand that was in the coat. Lynx holds the object out for her to grasp it, looking her square in the eyes. “There’s a person I meant to deliver this to back in Camp Dragonhead. Yet, they could... not accept it. I offer this now to you; the woman who helped me.” Lynx raised the book a few ilms closer to the paladin's face. She blinked, surprise clear on her face as the offering was made. Her grey eyes looked to the book for a moment, regarding it, before her own hand rose to accept the gift. "I need no recompense, Miss. You had already dispatched the beasts before I even saw you." The paladin turned the book over in her hand as if to give it a cursory glance. "Perhaps I can deliver it to another, if you leave me a name. I will be passing through Dragonhead soon, I imagine." Her tone remained neutral and her face without warmth. Her words were polite but her voice was hoarse from the conditions. She gave another glance over her shoulder to where she had come from, as if scanning the area for the rest of her company. Lynx smiles at her, yet her tone remains flat. "No need. I have--" she stops midway to put a hand up to her ear, listening into a pearl. She bows her head down, with a scowl across her face. "Hmph. C is willing to fund it? I'll adjust my schedule then to meet him." She sets her hand down at her side and looks up at the sky before facing the paladin. "Time we part, R--" She stops herself mid-sentence, feigning a smile, and grants the woman a quick bow. Turning her body around, she wanders towards Whitebrim Front. A final wave of her hand is given before returning her arms underneath her cloak.

"Those airships look amazing." *checks the price tag* "Those flying chocobos look amazing." Edit: What if the airships are free, but customizations to it would be craftable and/or make a market?

PvP additions and dueling? One can dream.

Like Elder Scrolls? Start with Three. Don't like or know what Elder Scrolls is? Start with New Vegas.

She made her way to the Bismarck, checked in with one of the waiters to confirm her reservation, and was promptly escorted to a table topped with elegant linen seated next to a seaside view. Lynx made a small smile as she looked at the tableware prepared ever so neatly. A young, Miqo'te waitress soon made her way to the table, giving a bow and handing out a menu to the woman in red at the table. "Miss Wolfe, 'tis a pleasure to serve you here again. We've just received a shipment of fine wines from Wineport; shall I get you a glass?" Lynx turned her head towards the waitress, looking briefing into the Miqo'te's eyes and offering a faint smile. "One of the finer reds. I trust your judgment on which one shall suit my tastes." The waitress gave a small nod and a cheery expression as Lynx offered her answer. "Of course!" She left Lynx alone for a moment, tending to a second and third table before retreating inside. Within a few minutes, she appeared with a small bottle and a wine glass. She set the wine glass down, uncorked the bottle, and grabbed the glass to tilt it at an angle to seamlessly pour the dark liquid in. She set the glass back down in front of Lynx, with the bottle and cork at the side. The waitress beamed at Lynx once more. "Cabernet Sauvignon; a fine red like you requested. Shall we move onto the meal, Miss Wolfe?" ((Have no idea if IRL wine types also apply in Eorzea)) "Ah. The meal." Lynx glanced at the island on her right from her table before answering. "Chef Lyngsath is not busy now, is he?" The Miqo'te hestitated a moment before responding. "He is currently servicing one other patron's meal, but should be ready for the next within half a bell." Lynx let out a small chuckle as she took hold of her wine glass. "Sauteed coeurl with a black truffle risotto please." The waitress gave a bow before turning her attention towards the other guests at the Bismarck. Lynx held up the wine glass in her hand, lightly swirling the contents inside before taking a generous sip. Such a beautiful red. I expect the coeurl and risotto to pair nicely with it. Lynx turned her body slightly towards the right to take in more of the seaside view the Bismarck provided. She continued to gingerly sip and think to herself. When I first discovered you, my dear Red, I developed quite the interest. I examined your precious values. From these values, however, I found you to be... passionate, yet far too trusting. You are an asset whose loyalty I did not have to buy. First... I think I shall refine your taste. Improve your versatility. What comes next is yet to be decided. Lynx turned her head as the waitress came back with the requested dishes. The combined smells of both the risotto and coeurl permeated her as she took a small sniff of the plates. There is a certain type of elegance found only in fine cooking, and Lynx is willing to pay well for such a treat. "Miss Wolfe, here is the sauteed coeurl and black truffle risotto you requested. I trust it is to your liking?" Lynx picked up a fork and knife, cutting into the coeurl meat to check the inside. It was cooked well, it seemed, much to her delight. "Very much so." She says, giving a nod towards the waitress. She pulls out a large amount of gil from her satchel, setting it on the table for the waitress to take. "Excellent! Please let me know if you need anything else." The waitress said gleefully, before giving a small bow and taking the gil for the meal. She retreated back into the building for a moment, but was soon back out and servicing the other guests. Lynx cut up the meal into small parts, taking in the meal bite after savory bite. She alternated every few bites with a sip of her wine, careful not to break from the routine she established. Slowly but surely, the meal and the wine bottle whittled down to where only a tinge of wine remained within the bottle and the glass. At the conclusion of her meal, she carefully set the tableware into piles for the waitress to carry away, so that she may waste less time at her table. She lingered a little longer in her chair to take in the view once more before setting off from the Bismarck. A few steps outside from the Bismarck, she put her hand up to her ear to speak into a pearl. "The packages have made their way into the Moraby Drydocks? Sooner than I expected. Take them through Oschon's Embrace; you should have no trouble getting past the Yellowjackets there." She pauses to listen to the other side speak. "It isn't illegal what you're carrying around; it's just valuable. Upon successful delivery, you'll earn three months wage as a bonus." With a click of her pearl, she turned off her end and made her way towards the ferry in the city. I think I shall do as I please now.

I'll bite. Why not, right?