Leggerless

A couple months, huh. Someone that can be arsed to math this out besides me, tell me how long it would take for Balmung to "balance" out according to these recent numbers. #31 in the list. EDIT: Also consider the other servers locked are... roughly half the population of Balmung as well. Maybe 60-75%.

Maybe relevant to this topic? In any case, still don't mind the block to Balmung. It's managed to force people into action and devise new plans moving forward. Even if the majority of players won't do much anyways. P.S. I can assure you most of whom I talk with about FFXIV stuff these days are not on Balmung, but also here for the RP part.

Ok. Question. Are there sources that don't have Balmung players leading a rallying petition towards this? Like the other locked worlds? Even on the JP side as well?

I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist. Anyways, I'd recommend Sargatanas for any non-RPers strolling by and wondering "what the **** are all these RPers getting pissy for." It's a nice server. I used to be there before RP. P.S. To any new RP servers in the making; that was an illustration of your challenges for a while.

We can do parkour apparently.

Idk Warren. That's just the ground you got in that picture.

Ah, I got a name change recently in-game. I got by W'chaza Yheli rather than Leggerless Hanzou. PM if you need anything.

Before W'chaza Yheli became a maverick of a lieutenant she is deemed presently, she worked as a bartender and chef, located in the city of Wineport. It was here where she first learned of logistics and warehousing, of arts and crafts, as well as the proper way to use both a knife and sword to cut, dice, slice, fillet, and stab. Feeding customers. Treating wounds. Speaking properly. Refining paletes. Maneuvering workers, both herself and others, in an efficient manner. Telling the difference between a Port and a Banyuls, despite both have the same, relative sweetness, by tasting it. There were no secrets behind her success; through hard work, perseverance, and the ire of more than a few officers, she rose through the ranks of the Maelstrom and secured her commission as one of the younger officers within the Fleet. Never were she truly punished for her misgivings due to the fruits of her labor... until today. The former lieutenant sat in her chair, mulled over her collection of works, and recalled a rough record of the recent trial in the past, few days. Oddly enough, the results she worked for... panned out well. She sought peace between Gloam and Limsa--despite originally designing weapons to take on Gloam--and it was achieved. A product of a manipulated officer's gambit which, normally, would be tossed out at her revelation of working with one Leanne Delphium, and yet... it passed. The result of the trial forced Yheli's resignation, as she promised Ojene Suinuet that, due to her misgivings and unfair treatment of others, she would voluntarily give up power to prevent more mishaps in the future as an officer. "Were it so easy..." Yheli remarked to herself, as she mused through textbook after textbook of words written both in the Eorzean and Doman tongue. "...But alas, I can do little about the past. Time to look towards the present and the future." She consulted with Leanne about a possible settlement in the Far Eastern continent, away from the current political affairs surrounding the Eorzean city-states. She reviewed the property taxes, the information on local markets, foods, drinks, culture, types of buildings, what could and could not be done with regards to property, the likelihood of good neighbors at their new, humble home. The Seeker poured through multiple texts as well, acquired from deals of good-will and business, regarding the practices of the Samurai originating from Othard and Doma, and honed her own swordsmanship as preparation for what's to come and for protection. Yet... despite the promise of a future, a few parts of her past clung to her. Osric Melkire, chief amongst them. Yheli had many words for the man, but ultimately wrote him off as a 'tolerable man who's not much better than I am, afterall. Perhaps if we met under different circumstances... we could be better friends.' The woman wore a small smile at the thought about the man. Typically, one breaks bread with those whose lives they, at the very least, respected. In the case of Yheli and Osric, the bread was a deck of cards and the preparation a game of 'Hide the High Heart' whilst both were stranded out at sea on a dingy before the Agency picked them both up. "Heh. Honor. I disrepected it by casting you into the fire." A small muttering of her words and a pause on her face as the Seeker's brow furrowed, thinking for a moment. "Perhaps it is I who should receive the punch, Melkire... afterall, it is I who has worked against you in an unfair manner and you... do deserve to enact the punishment I dared to inflict upon you. 'Tis what an honorable person would desire, I believe..." A heavy sigh came from Yheli's lips as her eyes glossed over the papers in front of her, line at a time, and she raised a hand to adjust her glasses. A new thought soon crossed over Yheli's mind. Wait... do the ends justify the means afterall? Or do the means justify the ends? Philosophy wasn't the woman's strongest suit, but it gave pause and forced the woman into a slow recline as she leaned further into the couch she rested upon. "...I would think the ends justify the means, aye... but perhaps the other argument isn't inherently flawed either. As if a combination of both are best, like how there are two sides to a piece of gil..." More pause. A stare towards the wooden ceiling and large bookshelves around her. A blink of her eyes. "And who decides what means are 'good' and 'bad'? Is it myself? Another? A group or nation?" She lowered her hands--the left with a piece of loose-leafed paper and the right a textbook parted midway--to her lap, thinking over the question once more. A minute passed. A hour. Several hours. The question in Yheli's mind kept her in a constant trance, as if she were a computer processing a high-caliber, large file to display a result. "...What if there never is a single right person or entity for all time, but rather something that changes as time goes by?" She stopped, inhaled, then exhaled, before her head turned over to her left and she sighed. "Who knows? It's not a question I'm able to find the answer to now... what matters is confidence in my own decisions and doing what I need to do." Yheli raised herself up from the couch and collected her materials strew on the couch and floor in an orderly fashion, putting them back inside of her desk and the bookshelf one at a time to ensure no mistakes in placements. She glanced over to her right at the clothes chest, wrapping herself in a scholarly robe, putting on clogs, and grabbing her sword next to her bedside and securing it on her waist. She grabbed a decently sized bag and placed bundles of clothes alongside chef knifes, measuring tools, thief's tools, writing materials, books, and hygienical items neatly placed into the container. A deft hand shut the container closed and Yheli wrapped it up and secured it to her back. A hand slowly raised from her side and up to her ear, as the woman softly and sweetly spoke into it. "...Leanne? Let's go on an adventure. Together."

Remove Yheli from the Styrmm's End event. Primarily OOC reasons as I don't expect to be there that day.

W'chaza Yheli for Shiv Seen That Twist Coming S'imba can replace me if slots are full and he doesn't have a spot

STYRMMS END

Part of the crew on the Sultana's Revenge for the moment.

Due to other RL obligations making attending that event schedule wise a bad idea, I'm dropping out of the Scouting. Not a Temp move just to get/spend Turns.

Looking at the Scouting event for now.

Uh... I'm wanted for that event too. Apparently.

You're all fine so far Edit: What I mean is the event's "open" for anyone, but still first come, first serve.

Yheli for Bring Your Best Suit.

I'm running a bit behind, but I do a weekly post blog (aptly named XIV Squared) as my original content (and maybe a few screenshots here and there). Really lagging behind though... guess 3.5 took up more my time than expected Also, yea. Tagging posts. Think keywords for web searches and that's pretty much the same thing. Edit: Now, if you want to be truly pragmatic? There's also scripts you can run from browser apps to see--from everyone you follow--who follows you back as well.

[align=center] ------- One day later, elsewhere... (( After this post )) -------[/align] At the base of the Waterspire, leaning up against the stone wall with both arms crossed and resting on the cold, limestone top, Yheli stared out into the Strait of Merlthor. Stars a plenty lit up the clear, night sky, coupled with the lights of buildings and lamps nearby shedding light to areas the moon's light could not touch. Her nose also picked up the faint, salty smell of the seas in additional to what smelled like a late-night barbecue session at a neighbour's house. The smell of food distracted her, as she couldn't help but wonder at the ingredients present. Buffalo meat... garlic... onions... a hint of black pepper... and more salt. Perhaps a side of tomato sauce to dip the grilled meat in later? Spectacled, silver eyes calmly scanned the waters around the beach as her mind went away from the food. There was something about the waves she saw that calmed her; the push and pull of water hitting against the docks, cliffs, and sands continuously, with no end in sight. Due to the high tide, most beachgoers were on the raised platform around the Seagaze Markets rather than the sand themselves. She saw the occasional couple, the lone merchant, and shaded individual in her gaze, but paid them no attention, as she had her own demons to tackle. Lieutenant W'Chaza Yheli. The head of the defense counsel whom reduced Morris' sentence to a mere 100 floggings and three years imprisonment with the help of a rag tag team of individuals. Two of them were requested by the accused, along with Yheli; Tiergan and Liadan. The three brought along Leanne and Gallien, as well as a hunter whose stench received reprimand from the Board. Most she met in passing or in more pleasant situations, but the hunter... she didn't know. An unknown variable in her machinations for solving the case at hand. She kept her wits about him, but she soon realized his strategic and tactical potential as it was by his hand they survived the first day and managed their victory in the next. The hunter? Dirk Problemsolver... or, perhaps as she would call him. Osric Melkire. Former Sergeant of the Flames. Murderer-for-hire. A man of the people. There were many phrases fit for a man of his deeds and reputation across all of Eorzea. However, Yheli didn't fixate on his criminal past or what he did that was wrong. What mattered most, in her mind, was his assistance to her cause. In her mind, Yheli could only describe him simply as... A friend. Not just any ordinary friend, either. No... he was a most useful friend, even in Yheli's calm, silver eyes. His acumen was admirable, his disguise was impeccable, and his courage was commendable. When he took off the mask, proclaimed a threat greater than Morris to all present, and brought the Board to its knees--if only for a moment--it was then Yheli knew that Osric was a man able to sacrifice himself for the greater good. Here was a wanted criminal, throwing away his self-preservation--for reasons likely unknown to the woman--and... she chuckled. This was the card up his sleeve. A riskier and bolder plan than any... were it not for the fact he was sent away to prison right afterwards. She lowered her head and gazed downwards at the stone railing, letting out a heavy sigh. Of course, the woman knew most of Limsa's laws, however unrefined they were, and she could've prevented his removal. Saying a separate case is required. Saying he was part of the defense counsel whom held critical evidence pertinent to the case. Saying he was allowed to stay for the duration of the trial due to prior agreement by all present. Anything. And yet, the words couldn't come out of her mouth. She stood, ready to object, and yet Haelstyrmm stood above the rest and even her; his willpower holding sway and presenting a difficult and life-threatening choice. To defend Melkire and herself taken to prison as well... or to sacrifice him so she may fight another day? She closed her eyes and clenched her right fist as she leaned her body up on the railing, controlling her breathing. Despite her feelings, she kept herself composed, deeply exhaling, relaxing her fingers, then looking back out to the sea with a sad smile strew across her face. "Of course... the moment I start blaming myself for someone's death is the moment I cannot come back from it all." An odd chuckle sneaked past her voice, and her face went plain once more, thinking about the trial. In the end, she and her fellow associates won over the majority of the board and prevented a hanging. She won, afterall. A victory indeed, but not one without sacrifice. Her lips contorted, trying to make sense of what all of it meant, especially combining the fact an Ul'dahni ship openly fired inside of Limsan territory at Limsan citizens. Before her mind drifted, she collected herself and stayed focused on the matter of the man at hand. She gazed out into the sea, mulling over what could and would happen next, as if planning out her moves several steps ahead of whatever adversaries lurked behind the scenes. A few minutes later, she heard a 'plunk' of a letter to the right of her. Her head turned right, glanced about the area, yet found no person who stood out as the messenger. "...Strange." Yheli couldn't say much more than that, given the circumstances. She waited a few more moments before picking up the letter and examining it more closely. "...Wax seal. 3rd Squadron. Merlthor." It took her a few moments to put together the pieces in her head. It made sense for the 3rd Squadron to be near the Mists, as it bordered the Strait, but Yheli belonged to the 1st Squadron; letters like this don't-- "Captain Holskstymm? It can't be..." She hurriedly slashed open the letter with a knife stashed on her boot and unfurled the paper within, scanning it and absorbing all information present. "Dirk Problemserver deported... sentence reduced... information stays confidential... don't let him set foot in Vylbrand again?" She raised an eyebrow at the last part; that didn't sound like a polite exile but rather a warning in her mind. "Well. Shite." Yheli blinked, glanced around the area, then use a small lighter device to ignite the paper she read, setting it down on the ground until it fully burnt out, then stomped it down, and let the indistinguishable bits take flight in the wind. She turned her body around, crossed her arms again, and looked up towards the night sky deep in thought. Yheli held this pose for more than a few minutes, before she looked towards the fountain of the Waterspire with a face full of determination. "No better time to pay back his favor and advice to me than now then!" She pushed her body up and off the railing and turned herself 60 degrees to her left, putting her hands on her hips and and giving one more glance at the shoreline behind her. She lets out a sigh, followed by a small smirk. "Been a while since I disobeyed orders, sers. Yheli, out." She gave a half-baked salute off into the night sky, grabbed her blade, and went back to her own apartment, preparing herself for the conflicts to come.

Missing Goldsmith for W'Chaza Yheli

Oh, you dealt with that too I see. Literally flew back in from Florida on Grindstone day.

Hello there! Another transfer into Balmung from a different server as well. Originally I started out on Adamantoise, then went to Sargatanas, and finally settled on Balmung. Bonus to you for having a friend you're bringing along too! Anyways, welcome to one of the largest RP communities I think you'll see... ever, honestly. I'd even say you may not get to RP with everyone on the server Go ahead and send me a tell at Leggerless Hanzou sometime in-game when you can, even if it isn't for RP.

"Hrm... aye, go ahead and send me that way with some. Harder part is the Ironworks contact like I said earlier." She hesitates for a moment, turning her head down towards the ground and chuckling to herself. Her head turns up towards Chachanji once more, pushing up her glasses to keep them from sliping. "Girlfriend? You're luckier still!" A raised eyebrow, a turned head towards Virara, and a cold stare of her own matches the one she received. "Suspicious..." She stands up and pushes herself up to attention, following up with a heavy sigh and her hands resting on her hips. Clearly displeased with the young Lalafellin female, she was; so much so she tried to not react with distasteful words uttered about her person in her presence, as if it were marring her reputation and honor. Before she spoke however, she took a deep breath, exhaled, and regained her composure so to speak more calmly. "As much as I dislike that judgment I'm dishonest, you're not at fault being apprehensive." Her Limsan accent--though with words spoken properly--became more apparent the longer she talked, but her tone took a serious turn. "Spend most your years in Vylbrand and you'll find some people are even worse than beasts. Gotten slightly better now, aye, but at what many may consider the loss of certain liberties." Pausing, she raised up a pointed finger for the briefest of moments; a renewed expression full of passion and enthusiasm covered her face and flavored her words. "But to your question! 'What use would you have for it?'" Her hands start gesturing, moving along slightly as she spoke, but kept the hands within two fulms of her person. She occasionally held them out towards Virara, starting with open palms and moving through multiple gestures as she spoke. "I conduct experiments and tinker with items of all kinds. If I don't have the best tools I can find, then I risk poor results. A culinarian does not simply make food to survive; they push the boundaries of what is possible and pleasing to the tongue. They refine what cannot be refined further, they breath life into their guests, they share their findings with the world at large. Ever expanding their horizons, like a scientist, traveler, or engineer, and looking forward to new adventures and prospects--" She stops, blinks, and facepalms within the span of three seconds. "...Ahem. Almost went on a tangent as if I'm saying a speech. I like sharper knives because they cut everything more easily." A glance is given down at Chachanji and a moment of hesistation in Yheli's words appear once she saw the look the little smith gave her. "No. I wouldn't. Not on those who still have a bit of sentience. Besides I fancy a sword rather than a kitchen knife for those fighting competitions, bar fights, and duels. Even give the opponent a sword too to make it a fair fight. I'm not like the Twelve who tend to leave people to their own fate instead of granting them a fighting chance in this dangerous world. Help if I can, don't help if I cannot." She crosses her arms after giving her spiel, glancing back and forth and Virara and Chachanji both to see how they'll react.