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Well, I'm operating under the assumption that it'll simply be some odd months before they open it again.

Why not just transfer the alt to Balmung? Can't you transfer at minimum 20M gil? Then again, I guess it depends on how much a "sizable" inheritance is.

Hi all, Currently looking for a Samurai that would be willing to take my character on as an apprentice. I don't have a lot of requirements other than this will be a temporary arrangement (several months) with what I hope would be a lasting IC friendship once the training is complete. Shoot me a PM if interested!

Lol, is there any reason to believe this is anything but people just kidding around anyway?

>Dislikes: Lalafells Whelp everything checks out to me. :lol:

My problem with this is the crafting requirements. Specialist crafts are not an easy bit of content to get into, and they're not just forcing you to make one thing, but FOUR of each for a total of sixteen. It's so unreasonable for something that's supposed to be "casual" content. Unless you have someone nice enough to craft them for free, you're looking at millions of gil. It's beyond comprehension why they thought this was a good idea.

Did you guys know that Leviathan is actually CM Punk? Because he's the BEST IN THE WHOORRRRLLLLLLLL.

I can relate to your sentiments about others not "getting" RP. One of my friends is into it, but not so much the others. Oh well, it's their loss! I just recently truly started it myself, and my best advice is to not sweat it so much and just jump in one day! (It's what I had to do.) The Grindstone event every Saturday is a great place for some RP without putting too much pressure on yourself, if I may make a suggestion. Anyways, welcome to the forum!

Qadan strode out from the humble inn only to have his eyes squint in reflex to the bright Thanalan sun. He frowned, cursing to the depths whatever madman decided the middle of a desert was a great place to start a civilization. The Eorzeans could say what they wanted about his people's nomadic lifestyles, but Qadan would have been gods damned if his kin had sought after the bright idea of becoming desert folk. The Hotgo began down the street and after a few short minutes his clothes were already sticking to him. He growled deeply - he wasn't even sweating! This was of course the other unfortunate thing about this kind of climate was the heat. Depending upon the time of year it either seemed to be a moderately unpleasant dry heat or a masochistic humidy. Today was so humid that Qadan was mildly surprised that the wee folk - he believed they were called Lalafells - didn't merely drown upon stepping outside their homes. The towering Auri ducked into the next establishment he came to, both out of annoyance to damned weather and because he figured it was just as good as any other. This was his routine for the time being: travel from inn to inn (or other similar establishments) in the city he happened to be in until he found work that piqued his interests. The violent state of the continent was actually quite fortuitous to someone such as himself, since there was never a shortage of work for someone with a sharp axe. Qadan licked his lips as the smell of freshly ground coffee hit his nostrils. He knew that there wasn't a bit of damned sense in drinking a hot drink in such a hot place, but he'd by lying if he wasn't absolutely enthralled by the smell of the drink. If he hadn't been here seeking actual business he'd probably have a glass (or three). Taking long strides across the establishment, Qadan made for the counter, his axe clanking in rhythm to his footsteps. The Miq'ote behind the counter smiled and waved enthusiastically as she caught sight of Qadan, having become familiar with the strange foreigner thanks to his extended stay in the city. "Oy, Qah'daaaan!" She waved to him as he approached, a toothy grin plastered upon her face. An uncharacteristic smile crept up on the Hotgo's feature, "Good morning." He replied, giving her a gracious half bow as he strode past to the bulletin board. Surely there'd be something of interest pinned up here.

"Ninii Nii" *eyes narrow* My money!! You are the same Nini that's the casino baron of Balmung, yes? Had no idea you were into RP, if so. Some very interesting characters! Once I get my own established a bit I'd be interested in RPing with your Au'Ra. All things considered, it could make for some interesting stories.

**** Red mist. The assassin's face now housed etched steel, as Qadan's axe had caught it's gloating quarry in the side of the neck. Entering near the jugular the sharpened edge had ascended upwards, crushing and tearing any of the flesh and bone that feebly attempted to impede it's ascent. It only stopped once it met the thick bone of the target Xaela's horns, having gone through the trouble of tearing half his face away to get there. An unmistakable crimson coat of blood painted Qadan's face, and the heavy metal taste of blood caught his tongue as it seeped into his mouth. The unsuspecting source of this macabre gift was a snow white skinned Xaela hailing from the Dotharl tribe, undone by his own arrogance. His remaining eye moved rapidly before rolling back in his head, the end of it's life having come much sooner than it'd surely suspected. The Dotharl attempted to speak, but all that came out was a fluid laden groan, spraying blood from the gaping hole in his neck and what remained of his face. Qadan's hands stayed firmly on the axe as his adversary's legs buckled. The Dotharl collapsed in a heap on his back, coating the forest floor with a thick coat of his pooling blood and he clutched up towards his ruined face. His chest rose and fell several times - his last haggard breaths - before falling still. Tears streamed downed Qadan's face as the smell of burnt flesh met his nose. He was still close to the remains of his village. For a moment, everything was so quiet. And then, screams. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Qadan turned his head. His gaze fell upon two young Xaela - Dotharl accomplices to his dead attacker - who seemed not much older than a dozen years. The duo were armed and had been assisting in the ambush, but dropped their weapons at the sight of their dead father. Emotions rarely felt ran so intensely now through Qadan. He didn't think - he couldn't think - he only moved like a being possessed. He descended upon the two, his axe still thirsty for blood. A blood debt of an entire peoples had been wrought, and they would be the first bounties on the path of repayment. What proceeded was a blur. Qadan only knew that once his vision focused again, two small hacked bodies lay strewn around him. Everything went black. **** Qadan's eye's shot open and he rose from his bed with a start. Heart thumping against his chest, the Auri wiped the sweat from his forehead and rose to his feet. He'd been dreaming again; the same nightmare he'd been having for the past few weeks. The Hotgo took a deep and breath and strode across his room to the bathroom, looking into the door-sized mirror it housed. His face-paint was smeared, running down his cheeks in large black streaks. He'd been crying in his sleep. Qadan cursed at himself under his breath, and washed away the disfigured design on his visage. Patting his face dry, he retrieved a pouch of supplies from the nearby sink and began to crush up a mixture of charcoal, clay, and black berries. Satisfied with his homemade traditional facepaint, the Hotgo reapplied the same design and color he'd worn for the past several months. Was it a badge of honor? Or shame? He couldn't remember anymore. After finishing, he went back to his bed and dressed himself. Even though he'd just finished a job the day before and had a full coin purse, what he had probably wouldn't last him through the week. Today was the day he'd set about finding more work, and lucky for Qadan there never seemed to be a shortage available for an axe-wielding brute.

Could always aim towards RP with other Au Ra starting out. Then you wouldn't have to worry about the other person knowing/not knowing of your race. I feel like over time that particular issue will be ironed out to a standard anyway.

I haven't actually started any RP yet since I'm getting to 60 first and getting geared for the end-game so my static doesn't put my head on a pike, but I'm looking to get started sometime next week. My advice is to not worry about messing anything up. I know, a lot easier said than done. But! For the most part a lot of the lore on our race is open ended, so you can go about it however you like and whatever you think would make sense for you. Hell, even most of the tribes are open to a lot of interpretation. Don't look at it as something daunting or that you need to know absolutely everything (there's not a whole lot TO know, actually), but instead something that allows you the freedom to do what you want. Another interesting note is that the Allagans were aware of Au Ra and were in contact with them in some capacity, so I honestly would find it hard to believe that the races of Eorzea would be completely ignorant of them. If anyone knows more about if this is specifically addressed in game I'd be interested to know about it, though.

Can't speak for the other tribes, but for fellow Hotgo players there's quite the justification built in since our entire tribe was massacred by a savage tribe. Seems like it'd be hard to just integrate into a new tribe unless it's one of the very specific ones that cater to bringing in loners, so it stands to reason that setting out on your own to survive would make sense. Finding themselves in Eorzea is certainly in the realm of possibilities.