M'ahri Rahz

I'll add mine also. Lucy's Diary: Sunflower's Blossom

Page #5: "Trial by Earth" Dear diary, today marked the start of my trials of Conjury with Brother E-Sumi-Yan, the wisest old man I have ever known. Though one must have patience with him, with his long speeches, and learn to look past the distracting adorable young face he wears. He is a Hearer of the forest and communes with the Elementals that rule the Twelveswood. I think perhaps one day I too could become a Hearer. I'll have to learn from Brother E-Sumi and listen well to the voices of the forest. For now, it was time for my test of knowledge on the element of earth. The secret to wielding the energy of the elements is to release all anxiety and allow oneself to be surrounded by the serenity of life, for it is the wellspring of nature's power. Conjurers who are ignorant to this pose a terrible risk to themselves and others. As Hearer Nolanel always said, the power of earth is the solid foundation upon which a conjurer stands, within all its intricate variations and properties. For my trial, I was to locate a secure path through a labyrinth of rocks by communing with the earth itself and avoiding locations of corrupted trauma, lest I be faced with danger. What I chose instead to do, was hunt each location of trauma, not avoid it, hereby placing myself in danger, but I am nothing if not a healer of the soil, and so I chose to cleanse the maze of rocks off it's tainted energies, permitting the land a chance to heal. I was commended for this, and received great merit for combat skills, though I did fail to finish the trial. I could sense the rocks just well, but seeing the map does not a pathfinder make! Ah! Nophica give me patience.

Page #4: "Samson" Dear diary, I went roaming the other side of the woods for the first time today. Samson and I got so terribly lost, I resorted to an invocation of Steelbane to lead us home. Ever so reliable, Steelbane was my father's warrior stead, the strongest and fastest of all the horses in our stable. When my father fell in battle Steelbane sought out my mother and brought her home. He saved her life and has since protected mine. A noble stead he is, fearless and world aware. In stark comparison, Samson is but a boy distracted by the comforts of our home, but I do love him, as he does me. He is a young Coeurl orphaned by pirates in the jungles of La Noscea. We've grown up together from both our tender ages. I laugh when he tickles me with his flying whiskers and groan in protest against the morning sun, when he tugs me from my bed with his long scaly tail. He knows when I'm feeling sad, and lends me a moment of distraction when we wrestle. Oh, he's so fat and heavy, I have no hope of winning once he decides to sit on me. Tickling his sides, rubbing his belly or playing with his ears, none of it will make him change his mind, once he's sat comfortable and victorious. He's my lazy, adorable Samson, may we continue to wander the woods ill-advised and forever get ever so lost in the rain.

Page #3: "Lost Boy" Dear diary, words to a song my mother oft sang to me echoes through my thoughts this day. The melody soft and beautiful, would always soothe me to hear. "You are the dawn of a new day that's waking, a masterpiece still in the making. The blue in an ocean of grey, you are right where you need to be, poised to inspire and to succeed. You'll look back and realise so one day" and I would finish with a verse of my own, that "all the world is here to stay, we just need, to find our way." I sang to him, the hermit Mikel, while he slept beneath the sycamore tree. He was a lost boy, without friend or family and I oft followed him, to learn how he lived. He called the Twelveswood home, and the woods embraced him in turn. So I sang to him, that he may know the blue in an ocean of grey, the fields of roses bloom, that he too was a dawn of a waking day. I knew he was leaving that day, he had come of age and the Wailers cared for him no more. I parted with him as he slept. 'Twas in hope of finding each other again, that I did leave my mother's Grimoire for him to find. In it, I wrote passages of spells, one to summon Blue, my carbuncle spirit. That together, they would keep well and safe. Oh dearest Nophica, I pray to thee, offer him guidance and keep him in good health. I have seen he is a good man, and will return to us, of this I am sure.

Page #2: "Pious" Dear diary, allow me to put to words, some thoughts on my sweetest darling aunt Eyfura and her Highlander husband, the oh so very pious Mikahel Hunter, a strong and powerful Paladin mage, so I'm told. My aunt loves him so much, she refers to him as her Royal Highness and he calls her his Queen. It's all very sweet and lovely, but it's certainly quite odd at times, probably a Highlander thing. My mother is aunt Eyfura's sister, and both their father, my grandfather, was a Highlander. So in a sense, I too am one, at least in part. Since my parent's passing, Aunt Eyfura inherited the deeds to the family estate, until I become of age. They moved to Gridania from their home in Ul'dah to take care of me. Uncle Pious, as I call him, is a kind man, and speaks fondly of the Ala Mhigo of old, as it was before the Garlean invasion. I hope to visit there some day. Worship of the Twelve commands my uncle's every waking hour, and some times I pray with him. He is devoted to the worship of all the gods but follows most closely the deity of his homeland, Rhalgr, breaker of worlds and god of lightning and destruction, the magi with a bronzen staff, whose symbol is the streaking meteor. Perhaps its true what they say, Highlanders are the most loving of people unless you stoke their wrath. In all the years I have lived with my aunt and uncle, I've yet to see Pious so much as raise a hand to swat a fly. I oft pray to the gods, more so now under my uncle's preaching, but I follow Nophica, tender of soils and harvests, goddess of earth and healing, patron deity of my homeland, Gridania. Which is fortunate, as her altar resides at Stillglade Fane, my place of study. My aunt could not carry the lessons in arcanima that my mother held for me, so instead, I was sent to learn conjury at the mage's guild in Old Gridania where I met my mentor, Brother E-Sumi-Yan, a Padjal of the Twelveswood. It is also where I met the local hermit boy I'd heard so much of, Mikel Yu.

Page #1: "Wilting Rose" Dear diary, I have come to the realisation that my memories of life before the calamity is shrouded almost entirely in sadness. As an eight year old girl nearly orphaned by the devastation, the pictures of my father that hung through the walls of our old estate home oft brought a sharp pain to my heavy heart. But my mother was there to console me, to dry my tears and embrace me in her strong arms. When she was not training me in the arts of arcanima, my mother and I would tend to the gardens. She is the reason I've fallen so much in love with the soil and her flowers. But I learnt, that, like the wilting rose, good things never last. Two years ago, my mother succumbed to her old war injuries. I remember, the Order of the Twin Adder held a funeral in her name, First Lieutenant Rose Ambers. Just as my father was, my mother too was eulogised as a hero of the Battle of Carteneau. But I always remember my mother differently, not as the half-Highlander or the warrior mage, but the loving mother who brought me all the joy in the world. Stood by her at her funeral, I smiled, for the memories of us playing in the grass, tending to the gardens, or horse riding through the park, would now and forever, be a beacon of happiness to guide me through darker times.

Foreword: "Dear Diary" Dear diary, you do not know who I am, owing to that I too, know not who I truly am. They say we are the memories we keep, thus I have decided to keep mine with you, so that you may know me, and if ever I forget myself, or loose my way, I may come to you for the soothing remedy of nostalgia. I am Lucy Ambers and in words and picture am I hereby immortalised.

Along the road, the path forks into two directions; east towards the boats for the Lavender Beds housing estates or west to the forbidden catacombs known as the Tam-Tara Deepcroft. Just shy of the split roads, on the path near Galvanth's Spire, two Wood Wailers are battling with three assailing Diremites. The shelled body of the giant scorpion-like creatures does well to resits the Wailer's thrusting spears. Naih'tan might notice, caught in the tail of one of the creatures was a richly woven yellow overcoat. The Wood Wailers Lothaire and Finnea struggle to handle the rampaging animals. Back at Bentbranch, the tall female Elezen Aube introduced herself to the much smaller Lalafell. She maintains caution of the known Twin Adders agent, for his notorious anti-Garlean raids. "Wood Wailer Sentry Aube, here to lend aid with the missing noble?" she began as she walked up to Jaxa and the Auri girl. "She passed through here, only hours ago, took shelter with us in the rain, so focused on her writing, we thought not to disturb her. Weather cleared and she headed out south towards Galvanth's Spire. She seemed upset, but at the time, such was not our concern." Aube paused, looking between the two scouts. "We're already on the case, of course. Sentry Lothaire and Finnea can handle this." Meanwhile at Hopeseed Ponds noble estates, the magic-sensing spell cast by the Miqo'te would gain her knowledge of magical energies recently moving through the homes that happened to be the residence of the Hunter family. Healing magic of light that fades off at a nearby aetheryte crystal, and a second trace that heads east, a trail of arcanima entwined with the elemental energies of conjury.

There was a silence over the linkshell from Heuloix, save the distant murmuring of his voice as he conferred with the troubled Highlander. He returns with plainly laid out plan as he began to debrief the scouts on their manhunt. "The Hunter family residence is south of Hopeseed Pond, last known location of the missing person. Tall, for her age, long blonde hair, blue eyes and wore a yellow overcoat leaving the house. Hold your pearls Nine... there is an update from the Wood Wailers." Heuloix's link falls silent again, with muffled murmurings from other voices. The commander's voice returns, sharp and hastened. "There has been a possible sighting, not long ago, a girl fitting the description of Lady Lucy passed through Bentbranch Meadows heading south. Lexira, report to Bentbranch and find out what you can. Naih'tan, follow on south of the meadows and search for traces. D'orina, make way to Hopeseed Pond and attempt aetheric attunement as only you can. The rest of you divide yourselves and join the three. Follow their lead and lend aid. You have your orders. Any questions?"

The tall dark skinned Hyur hammers his balled fist against the service desk, sending quill and ink falling to the ground. "She has been missing several hours Heuloix, you are not doing enough" he bellowed, spots of saliva spraying up at the taller Elezen. The altercation was drawing the attention of other soldiers behind the desk. "She had quarrel with her aunt and sought to leave the home with aim to join your ranks, yet you claim not to have seen her?" Heuloix remained quite calm, taking a moment to adjust his brown felt hat, proudly sporting the emblem of the twin adders entwined around the lotus flower. "Mister Hunter, your niece's disappearance has been reported to the Wood Wailers. Her search is well underway." Heuloix's tone was plain and professional, and did more to frustrate the Highlander. "Mayhaps you feel my calm demeanor suggests an uncaring attitude Mister Hunter, quite the contrary. Finding the young lady Lucy is currently a priority." Hunter takes in a deep breath, lowering his head in thought. "Nine Tails" he murmured, coming to a realisation. "Not two suns ago, did she witness the squad of heroes here at the Adder's Nest. She has somewhat of an obsession with your White Wolves squad, where are they? Pray, have them join the Wailer's search." Serpent Commander Heuloix looks to his colleague over the desk, who nods back in confirmation. "We'll have the team deployed immediately Mister Hunter. We'll put to use all the information you've given in your reports and I'll brief the Nine myself." The commander presses a pearl by his ear. "If you'll permit, I must get to work" he states flatly, turning away to speak through linkshell. "Nines, we have a young girl missing in the Twelveswood, noble born and quite a fan of your squad. Make yourselves available and report to the Nest."

I. Basic Info Character: Lucy Ambers Linkshell: Wayfinders & Tower RP II. RP Style Amount of RP: Medium to Heavy Views on RP combat and injuries: Short, descriptive actions. Reasonable injury. Views on IC romance: Romance can sometimes restrict the spectrum of RP opportunities. Views on non-romantic RP: General interactions lends to improve character development. Views on lore: I always try to create my stories within the given lore, detached from MSQ. Views on chat functions (/say, /linkshell): Local earring range is /say, /l is long distance communication. III. Other Info Country: England Timezone: GMT (UTC-0) Contact: PM, Tumblr, /tell

Hey everyone. I'm Mikel, been playing the game only a few days and I'm in love with it. Such a beautiful immersive world (at least with minimal UI) and interesting lore, that I've seen so far. So I've looked through EU Directory, pretty short list, and what I'm searching for is a school-themed RP guild/FC, preferably on the EU servers, for time issues. Are there any such RP groups out there? Where the members ICly primarily are there to learn the schools of war, schools of magic, schools of hand, schools of land, etc? Thanks for reading my question. Sorry if this post is in the wrong forum section.