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Part 1, recorded RP footage! http://www.twitch.tv/lucysdiary/v/40945292

And we're LIVE! (or, we were)

Case Files, Lucy's Diary It all began with a wide-eyed girl and a porcelain tea pot. It was rare that I would be invited to the main office, but on this occasion, Sir Oscar sent for me to witness the case request. It was a cold night in Lavender Beds, the winds outside howled through the woods with an eerie pitch, rattling the rain-soaked windows of Ambers manor. There was a storm coming, and it filled me with a chilling sense of foreboding. “Take a seat Lucy” was all the greeting my uncle offered as I entered his office. The client was a Miqo’te female, long cyan blue hair to match sea green eyes. She sat with ears drooped, long slender fingers wrapped around a hot cup of Doman tea served in porcelain gaiwan, a tear-soaked handkerchief folded under her palm. I realised I knew this woman. Elincia Rose, eighteen-year old, teenage daughter of the infamous mobster, Don Carmine. She claimed her father was missing, for several days by now. This was not surprising. The mafia dealt in shady business and illegal peddling, yet somehow evade suspicion from local authorities. If one could call the Brass Blades of Thanalan anything of a proper law-enforcement body. To my dismay, my uncle accepted the case. I fail to understand why. We needn’t the fee, nor the ill repute of associating with criminals to aid in finding another criminal likely kidnapped by more criminals. Lady Rose, if one could call her a lady, finished her tea and made leave. I was tasked to travel with her to her home in the Thanalan housing district, the Goblet. Bland expanse of sand and canyon rocks. I felt stained by the dusty wind trapping dirt in my hair, and the thick musky filth of the nearby sin city of Ul’dah clogged at my nostrils. The bird-drawn carriage ride was awkward. Though she were around my age, I refused to speak to, or engage eye-contact with the client, yet, the experience only grew more uncomfortable as I entered La Cosa Nostra, the mafia home. It appears this was a family largely of male AuRa. The horned draconian monsters from the Far East. Evil-eyed refugees who I had thought and hoped, were held concentrated in the desert somewhere along with the drug-addled Ala Mhigans plaguing Ul’dah. My loathing for this case was growing by the hour. My job was to inspect the Mafioso’s home for clues of his whereabouts, and question the staff. As expected, I was denied access to most rooms. Too many skeletons and lot of cupboards. It didn’t take long before I called it a day. I hated being there and even the servants hardly co-operated. As always, no one tends to take a scrawny eighteen-year old kid too seriously in matters of criminal investigations. I would need aid, and Sir Oscar had permitted the recruitment of Grand Company allied adventurers.

[align=left]Duty summons to aid Amber Investigations on behalf of the Eorzean Alliance. Quest Objectives: Search the La Cosa Nostra manor for clues. Ascertain whereabouts of the missing person. Search for, locate and/or rescue the victim. Quest Contact: Sir Oscar Ambers, Flames HQ, Uldah[/align]

Big thanks to those who attended the show. Hope to see more take to the stage tomorrow! Happy Valentione! *event video and audio recording can be found here: (short version) http://www.twitch.tv/lucysdiary/v/39707236 and here for full video http://www.twitch.tv/lucysdiary/v/39673342

And we *were live on the air.

Amber Dramaturgy invites you to the Valentione Poetry Nights! Monday, Tuesday February 1st & 2nd (7pm EST/4pm PST until late @ Lavender Beds Ward 3, Plot 1 /tell Lucy Ambers) Join in with your own poetry, song, fortune reading or other performance. Open bar and diner. Lets make it a good show.

Library & Bar at the Library of Mysteries Public library, with special rare books on arcane mysteries. (/tell Cyrillus Invictus or visit Goblet, Ward 2, Plot 27)

Season 3: The Curious Case of the Three Giants (Player-made Story Quests) With the start of a new year, Jenova's self-contained community plots start anew with Season 3, as I call it. Storyboarding for the new plot is already underway, and is penned to begin proper on February 5th. The story campaign is expected to include camping and travel RP across Twelveswood, Coerthas, Mor Dhona, Thanalan and La Noscea. *The plot may be ongoing for some months, so updates will be posted here. Due to the criminal nature of the antagonists of the story, do expect some combat RP as well as investigative, with clues given by DM.

Page #22: "Maple" Dear diary, sneaking from the house felt wrong. I worry I may need to tell a lie, should my aunt suspect I've been away. I hate it so, that she and I no longer see eye to eye, or share the dreams of my future to come. Nevertheless, it was worth it. I had received invitation from Doctor Llinos to visit her home at Lavender Beds to discuss my level of magical skill and aptitude. She seemed impressed by my understanding of arcanima and empathised with my difficulties in conjury, especially on the element of water. Doctor Llinos suggests I take on healing through herbology as my familiarity in botany would give a strong base from which to progress. One cannot always use magical means of conjury to heal, she explained, in such cases where a patient suffers aetheric illnesses or similar conditions. Socialising with the Silvernails, of course over tea, Ilearnt a little more about Sir Wemrys and Doctor Llinos. Wemrys was of course Lominsan, with his pirate talk and broken speech, but also of Doman descent. Doctor Llinos, like me, was also of Ala Mhigan ancestry. It seems the closer I become with the good doctor, learning of who she is, the more I see how alike we are. She reminds me terribly of my mother. Though perhaps the highlight of our meeting was getting tomeet Maple for the first time, Doctor Llinos's adopted daughter. Like her Lalafell son Sindri, Maple too was not Hyur, but a Miqo'te. A curious story I'm sure, lies behind this unusual arrangement and no matter how many stolen glances I afforded to Maple, the clues eluded me. I could not help but watch her. She had a soft, pale skin and a shy gentle smile that inspired affection. I've asked her and her mother, and I am allowed to come over as often as I like, to play, practice or study. Maple must have been more nervous than I, how she held her brother close on her lap. Sindri, ever adorable with his candid words of truth. Bless the little fellow, he aspires to be a pirate like Sir Wemrys, correction, a privateer. Much to the dismay of their mother. It was very funny, and I was enjoying myself. It dawned on me then, how different their home was to mine. Home, where I am but the lonely orphan to be pitied and cast away off to school. I envied Maple, unlike her, once the tea was drunk and the curtains of night fell, I, had to leave.

Page #21: "Nine Tails" Dear diary, there was a recruitment fair out by the Adder'sNest earlier today, and present, in uniform were new members of a group my mother used to be in; a band of heroes known as the Nine Tails. According to mother, they were a tactical squad who started in the Gridanian military as White Wolves serving in the Wood Wailer's camps before enlisting to the Order of the Twin Adders on its reformation. Most of the original team fell as heroes in the Battle of Carteneau, but here stood a group, a brave few, ready to take their mantle. I learnt some of their names, D'orina, Ahm'ir, Lexi,Naih'tan, Shiri, three others and the wolf's head Jax, who rumours tell did steal Magitek from a Garlean camp. I had hoped to introduce myself to them, but sadly I was not alone at the town center. Officially grounded, my punishment for spending the night with Starlight is to forever be chaperoned by my aunt's guard who is a farcry from the kind and charming Sir Wemrys.

Page #20: "Under the Starlight" Dear diary, you would not believe the fun I've had thisnight gone. Quite a time it has been that I've felt so wild and free. My father's Doman horse, Steelbane and I traveled a while through the central shroud, just a merry jaunt through the woods, and lo, over the meadows, a sight to behold. A heavenly white mare with flowing sky blue mane swimming in the wind like an ocean wave. And her rider. Magical as the twinkling crystals of Hydaelyn beyond. She had long gorgeous hair combed over her shoulder in sweeping arcs like the petals of pink lilies out in full bloom. A Miqo'te, with a long lavender pink tail that playfully caressed the sides of her horse. She wore a simple white dress that blended over the spectral pale mare, embracing her figure into a silhouette cast of the mystical glow. I merely sat and watched, transfixed by the visage. It isquite likely she thought my awe-struck face comical, as sounds of tiny laughter came from her way. She approached with a kind smile and her laughter caught on to me. I chuckled mildly at first but as it went on, our laughing took on a life of its own. I paid her compliment and she replied in kind. Her name was 'Sami, born of Raha, of the Dodo tribe. Truely, D'sami was a lovely name, but here was no ordinary girl. Liking to the healing aura upon which I had been bathed,D'sami first introduced herself as Starlight. Steelbane seemed to be enjoying the company of the white mare, fittingly called Moonlight, so Star and I went for a walk. Like children that we were, we spent the early evening chasing one another around the meadow and rolling over hills. Star was so playful it was unbelievably refreshing. Mother was oft overly keen on my keeping of an elegant air, in accordance to noble etiquette of course. But on this night, I had the freedom to relinquish all pretence, throw caution to the wind and simply enjoy the laughter and company of the spritely Starlight. Eventually, we exhausted ourselves and laid among the flowers to bask in warming light of the golden Gridanian sunset. As night drew near, we straddled our horses and I made ready to take leave. Retrospect is terribly punishing, for when Star gave invitation to escort her to a friend's home, I ought have declined. Alas, I wanted not for the evening to end and so followed the rosy maiden to a mansion past Lavender Beds. It was a magnificent home and her friends were ever so accommodating, Donut and Orion especially, strange names beside. So it was, that I spent the night with Starlight, a stranger no longer. I was away from home for the first time ever, but when came the morrow, my Aunt and Uncle were less than impressed.

Page #19: "Silvernail" Dear diary, it is a great number of emotions within, thatforeshadows my rite of passage. One of which gives me cause for concern, about the person I might become over the course of my journeys. I have heard many a stories of children who venture into the world and return so unlike themselves, as though a darkness had taken over. A worrying similarity to the corruption that often seeds beneath the soils of our beloved Twelveswood. I fear the world might change me, and I shared such worries with a man I met at the campfire later that same night with Sechen. Sir Wemrys, a handsome man in resplendent armour, who gave comfort to my fears. As it turned out, he was but a lowly servant guard for the person of which I have named this page, Doctor Llinos Silvernail. Doctor Llinos had suffered mild memory loss and sought astone of materia from Sechen's keeping with which to absorb back slivers of herself. She appeared quite weakened, and in retrospect I ought have offered her seat. She was leant on her guard Wemrys so warmly, spoke with him so fondly and jested so romantically that it is hard to imaging she would ever stay true to any suitor, noble or otherwise, save Sir Wemrys. Miss Llinos took interest in my fears and gave wisdom to soothe my woes. "You'll find life is a constant metamorphosis. The morewe know about the world and ourselves, we find that adapting is necessary." I don't, really, understand what she means, but the way shesaid it was enough to lift my mood. I admired her. Dressed in a light blue scholar's robe with such beautiful embroidery like none I've ever known. Her hair was shortly cut, dark with a deep contrasting red that served to enrich the gloss and sheen of each silken strand. She was a doctor of medicinal conjury and herbalist through expertise in botany. I wanted to be her. I thought, perhaps if I were her student, I could learn just how to do so. So I asked, and heavens be praised, she agreed. I am to be trained in advanced learning, new ways of healing.

Page #18: "No Thyme for Vinaigrette" Dear diary, I visited upon the Wayfinder's camp today hopingto see Sechen. She was sat by herself outside the bar, writing into a book, so I felt free to join her. It was quite sweet, she had drawn for me a beautifully sketched flower, as a return gift for the forget-me-not I had given her. I have the drawing fixed perfectly on a page in my spellbook. Perhaps I'll weave arcanima into it, give practise to my construction spells. The horned one Caolan came to us and gave invitation to join him at his table. I could not trust him, so of course I parted my lips to decline. But over his shoulder was the smiling likeness of Miss Lilia, who too was at his table. Reluctantly, I did accept. What intrigues me is how later, in the conversation at thetable, Caolan, the supposed berserker gave sound advise on the subject of homely warmth. Miss Lilia had sent Sechen for mushrooms to improve her skills in market and commerce, and so came about the talk of food while living with a travelling caravan. I had not given thought to how I would eat away from home, without the servants to attend, or the cook preparing my favourite Gemelli Salad with Green Beans and Lemon-Thyme Vinaigrette. Dearly, would I miss my favourite dishes, with endless wanting. Surely, I thought, the solution to this is quite simply to have packed several lunches, even weeks’ worth. Miss Lilia made light of the idea and we laughed. She agreed bringing along my favourite food might give me a touch of home, but warned to prepare for the impracticalities of such a notion. Caolan spoke. And not at all in any provocative manner."Home is people, not a place" were his grammatically incorrect attempts at the common word. "It is more memories and feelings than things and locations." A surprisingly empathetic observation that exposed perhaps a hidden layer of a gentleman beneath the visage of a monster. Caolan had a love, care and compassion for his travelling companions. It was an opportunity too ripe for teasing for me to miss, and so upon Sechen's arrival did I make fun of the honed giant, reporting to her his soft and kind words of advice. Not to worry, however. I've found a better solution for my predicament. I'll bring along the cook.

Page #17: "Meeting Sechen" Dear diary, a smart and scary monster once told me, you maynever know someone unless you take the time to learn of them, for the most frightening of visage can hide the kindest of souls. So it was, that soon after hearing Sir Connor's words, did I meet the example to which he might as well have been referring. Sechen's was a beauty to behold, a contradiction of my mind and heart, for here was a magnificent monster. Her scales were curled over slightly tanned skin like the spiral of vines embracing a floral growth. She had only one eye, the other damaged and kept behind a leather eyepatch. Yet, her cycloptic imperfections merely offered greater insight into her curious soul. I felt drawn to her, as though our souls, invisible to the naked eye, had risen from our mortal forms to hold and entwine in the circling embrace of kindred's dance. I giggled and laughed as she spoke, her foreign accent clearto hear, and adorably, she gestured with her hands and body to support her efforts of communication. It was a game to me, and I wanted to play. Introducing myself, I held out my hands, curled into each other and slowly, I unfolded them, imitating as best as I could, a blossoming flower. "I am a botanist" I said, and an idea came to me. I reached into my satchel of herbs and produced a flower which I carefully secreted into my sleeves. I repeated my blossoming gesture and magicked forth the hidden bloom. Senchen was awash with shock and glee. "Myosotis sylvatica" I explained, "a beautiful blue flower to compliment your hair. It is also known as forget-me-not, a fitting gift to make a lasting impression". Sechen liked my flower, and affixed it to her hair. Shebrought me to sit and we spoke of each other's past and dreams, namely my impending rite of passage, a quest to collect flowers from around the world. As the night drew on, the tables emptied, and Sechen and I were at last alone. I remember admiring her hair and the mesmerising flow of her scaled skin. They were blue as crystals, a beauty of lapis lazuli. As sleep washed over me, I became mesmerised by Sechen's rustling hair, each strand dancing in the midnight breeze, blue as the azure skies. I must assume she helped me back onto Steelbane, for on themorrow, I awoke sprawled over the velvet sheets of my four-poster bed, safe and sound in the familiar walls of my family home. I recall speaking to Sir Jikam the caravan master, who agreed to have me join the Wayfinders group. I believe they're set for the beaches of Costa del Sol, a place unknown to me in the east of La Noscea. Though I cannot yet leave the Twelveswood, I was glad to have been taken in by my new friends, especially, that Sechen had desired me to do so. I hope to see her again, so that we may properly celebrate. To all the gods do I pray, for protection and safe passage of my newfound friends. Bless the earth they traverse, good Nophica, and give nourishment to their vessel, wherever their camps may be.

((More please ^^))

Library & Lounge at Talion's Tomes Public library, browse at your leisure. (/tell Talion Baldwin or visit Mist, Ward 12, Plot 33)

[align=center]http://i.imgur.com/YehpW6x.jpg[/img][/align] :thumbsup: With new players arriving on the server, Jenova RP community is steadily expanding. This linkshell aims to bring together all players and Free Companies on the Jenova server who involve the Role Play element of Final Fantasy XIV. If you are on the server and enjoy playing in-character, you're welcome to join us. Or if you are looking for a free server to make an alt on for Role Play, you're just as welcomed here. Due to the growing size of the Jenova RP community, a second RP linkshell has been created to accommodate even more people. For an invite into either one or both, contact any of the following Linkshell leaders; (Linkshell) Jenova Roleplay: Lei Ashi, X'salyk Vhukura, Bhayaar Qestir, Lucy Ambers, Anna Molly or Rustam Sumerki. (Linkshell) Jenova Roleplayers: Lucy Ambers, Yuuki Ambers, Kekvit Irae or Anna Molly. See Also: Amber Investigations FC Website, Reclamations RP FC Website and Jenova RP Directory (Images) Rules (Please read) The linkshell is for organising roleplay scenes and/or RP events. Rules are simple. Be nice when talking to people, and keep the language clean. When/if the conversations get spammy, do feel free to change tabs. The aim of the LS is to enable more open roleplay, so if you are in an RP mood, ask in here for company. If its adult themes please keep discussions of such private. We can only fit so many people, so there is a 1-character per player limit. Thank you and see you in-character.

Mog's Realm Tavern at MunBubbles Restaurant serving Eorzean and other meals. (/tell Maneki Sushi, see www.munbubbles.com or visit Lavender Beds Ward 1, Plot 10)

Ramen Noodle Cafe at Ramuh-Chan Noodle Co. Restaurant specialising in Far Eastern dishes. (/tell D'neve Harclay or visit Mist Ward 6, Plot 6)

Private Investigators at Amber Investigations Finding your missing cat, person or cat person. (/tell Lucy Ambers or visit Lavender Beds Ward 3, Plot 6)

Dining & Bar at The Elixir Lounge Hosting and catering events for all social gatherings. (/tell Kurai Ame or visit Lavender Beds Ward 2, Plot 58)

Bar & Workshops at Reclamations United Offering crafting and adventuring training to all. (/tell Kazarien Zerick, Bhayaar Qestir or visit Lavender Beds Ward 4, Plot 6)

Games & Social at Ambers Games House Hosting life-sized chess tournaments in the Goblet. (/tell Lucy Ambers or visit Goblet, Ward 4, Plot 10)