Magellan

Isielin nodded to Eagle and bid him good morning. She looked down at the meat. She scraped the onions and peppers off, and subtly moved the meat onto the Mi'qote's plate, who looked rather famished. She said a small prayer to Nophica giving thanks, before biting into the potatos and vegetables. "You have my thanks, Sir Eadmund, and my compliments," she turned; "Templar Aldeus, if I might have a word with you after breakfast, and preferably when you are wearing more than just towels, I would be much obliged."

Isielin's stare bore into the Mi'qote with a direct, cautious air. The gaze did not waver, as she tracked the Mi'qote's every small movement. "Needs more than work," she said at last. "It needs nourishing. A building is only as good as the people who are in it; those who's hearts are cold live in cold homes. Yet those who fill their homes with love..." She paused, took off a glove, and ran it along the length of a stone column that supported the roof. "Everything in here was once alive. It yearns to breathe once more. Even here, in this desolate land..." Isielin brushed off her hand and held it out; "Anyway, I am Isielin. If work is what you sekk, there is plenty of it. I myself am trying to fix the stables but haven't nearly enough wood. You should speak to Aldeus first, however. This is his outfit after all." Suddenly, a yell and a crash can be heard from further in the building. Isielin's eyes widened. "That seems to be pretty typical around here. Still, I suppose we should go check it out."

The rat nibbled on the bread, holding it tightly between his front paws. Suddenly, the bread dropped, and the rat scurried off at echoing thud from the front of the hall. Isielin stood over a modest pile of wood, coughing at the resulting plume of dust. "Pitiful," she muttered. "This is going to take forever at this rat-" She looked up, noticing the young Mi'qote. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Can I help you?"

HELLO back to you ^^

For me its always been about elves. I like the whole nature friendly, calm demeanor thing. The ears ain't bad either.

Would you say that picture is.... ...... ....... ....fowl?

You should check out this thread; http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=2099 to try and pair up with someone who will help show you the awesomeness of RP at an easy to learn curve ^^

If you want to be realistic to the lore RP-wise, name your character whatever you want, and have a legitimate reason why their name is not conventional (their parents were kookie, they grew up outside their race, they legally changed their name...) If you do not want to be realistic to the lore, name your character whatever you want, because it's your character, so its up to you what you like

Lol, I see no problem with this scenario.

*Sniffles just a little as he tries to fight back the water forming in the corner of his eyes* "K-kupo??"

Calm Isielin: Not-so-calm Isielin:

*Chocobo-Knight Magellan looks hopefully @ chocobo Seregelleth, and holds out some gyshal greens* "Kupo?"

Personally, I think they would be a little more subtle "Sweet Nophica's thighs!" "By Oschon's rigid staff!" "Ugh, this desert is hotter than Mephina's whispering eye!"

Ha. I have had the same issue. The best I was able tocome up with was 'they live longer than Hyur'. I'm gonna guess they will be like elves from other games but thats just a guess.

((Just gonna npc here a little bit)) A rat scurried across the floor, in a desperate quest for food that never ended. There didn't seem to be any here, but the rat could not find the way out. Halfway across the floor it stopped, and sat on its haunches. It's nose twitched in the direction of the seated Mi'qote, and its thick pink tail thumped against the floor.

Thanks Peria and Uther!! I am so bloody anxious to get into this $#%ing game and start rping with you all

The next morning, Isielin rose early to get a head start on those stables. The bedroll she had put on her chocobo had been kicked to the corner during the night, as the morning sun began to warm the desert up. She fed Sadie, said her morning prayers, and then began inspecting some of the wood. Rotten. Termite ridden. Unusable. Normally she would chop and gather the wood herself, but where does one find a large quantity of wood in the middle of a cursed desert? The lumber yards would probably cost double due to the hardships in actually getting the wood here, and judging from some of Aldeus' comments last night, the Knights weren't exactly rolling in coin. That left only one things: missions. There were always jobs to be done, for those who would brave them, and Isielin firmly fell in the catergory of 'brave'. She untied Sadie, mounted up, and set off into town to see what work she could find.

Wheee ^^ I'm getting really good vibes about this group.

"Then... let us break bread as friends, and discuss these vows in the morning. I for one wish only food, sleep, and to never see another grain of sand for as long as I live. To be able to fulfill at least two of these wishes makes me very fortunate indeed, no?"

Isielin gives a small pump of her fist; "You gave me water when I was thirsty, is that not hospitality? I was taught to treat kindness with kindness. It is set then. And I agree with Sir Eadmund; if one is all that remains of their Order, are they not by default the highest rank of that order?"

The idea of sleeping on a dirt floor is not new to Isielin; she often slept under the pines of her native land, with nothing but moss and ferns as her bedding. But... those places held beauty, life... spirits. Here, was dust. She opened her mouth to say something to Eagle, but at that moment her stomach growled loud enough for all to hear. As every eye trained upon her, even Lyander's, she grew still, hoping her dark, copper skin would hide the flush of embarassment she felt. "I... suppose it is a good thing we have a cook," she said quietly. She turned to Aldeus, desperate to change the subject; "Sir Aldeus, in exchange for your hospitality, I ask permission to begin work on the stables tomorrow. If guests are to start coming here, they will need a place to keep their mounts."

After watching her struggle a few moments, Eagle was polite enough to open the door. Isielin led the way from there, talking in a solemn, serious tone. "I too, am of the wind element; were it not for my clan being wholly in Matron Nophica's territory, I would follow the way of the Wanderer, Oschon, god of wind. As is, I devote most of my spiritual studies to Mother Nophica, but still make time to thank Oschon for his protection during my travels." The hallways they wandered through were dusty and dark. She didn't know why, but she found herself feeling almost apologetic about this. "This place has seen better days, I'm sure," she remarked. "I have half a mind to start rebuilding the stables tomorro-" She trailed off as they entered the kitchen. She had been about to make introductions, but was brought up short by the other new arrival. With a polite cough, she lifted her chin high, and spoke; "Sir Aldeus, this here is Eagle, a traveler I met outside. Who, then, is this?" ((yay we're all in the same room now that was getting confusing))

((Back outside the Carnegie Hall)) "Yes he is the owner of this building, which was once a guildhall, if I'm not mistaken," Isielin said to Eagle. "He is the reason I have traveled to this gods-forsaken sandpit. Well... not him exactly, since we've never met before today, but-" Realizing she was prattling without direction, she abruptly stopped, and cleared her throat. She still felt guilty for assuming him a criminal, and wished to make amends; "Eagle, was it? A curious name. You know, amongst my clan I was known as the falcon. A nickname, due to my spirit animal. I wonder if it is not the same with you? But I shouldn't pry," she shook her head, "and I SHOULD return to my host. Do you wish to come? It is not my place to offer hospitality, though I do get the impression he wouldn't mind."

I have been quite impressed with the friendliness of this group. Glad to hear you've had the same experience

Isielin drummed her fingers along her leg, thinking. Just what the hell was she doing, anyway? This wasn't Gridania, where outsiders usually were there on suspicious terms; this was an open city of trade, where all were allowed to roam freely. She had to admit she was reverted to old habits. In a smooth motion she hoped made it look like she was stretching, she resheathed the blade, and stood up. "I am Isielin," she gave a formal bow. "I- just arrived here a short time ago. I was seeking a man in this buil- Oh!" her face suddenly grew alarmed. "Aldeus! He must be wondering where I went off to!"