Focant

Bludwyn. The name slowly escaped his lips, an unintentional vocalization escaping into the moonlit night. The shadows warped and morphed, the figure of a young man escaping their dark embrace. Dull, dark tones filled his form revealing steel grey hair lying beneath a top hat that continued to hold the color of the shadow world it once inhabited. A scarf and large trench coat concealed his pale skin. His crimson eyes, filled with death, blood, and longing, pierced through the darkness, fixing themselves upon the fragile shape of the last of the Bludwyn clan. A shock of pain coursed through his icy veins. He fell to one knee and clenched his cold, dead heart. He spoke quietly to himself as he writhed in pain. "Though my heart knows life no longer, it still yet burns with a passion more intense than Nald'thal's flames! A mortal curse of longing, one I am to bear eternally until this lifeless body of mine knows the world no longer! Oh sweet Bludwyn, I am forever bound to watch at a distance, never to know your delicate embrace!". A single tear, stained red, fell upon the ground. The sound of fluttering ravens suddenly filled his ears. He knew the sound. The sound of twin trench coats rustling against the blade of an obsidian scythe. "Von Sanguine!". Anger filled his voice, nay his entire existence at the familiar presence. He reached into his trench coat and firmly grabbed the hilt of a thin blade. He pulled it from its sheathe, letting it bathe in the moon's light. The Darkmoon blade seemed to reflect no light, its being dark and lifeless much like the heart and soul of its wielder. "Come now Eclipse. Tonight is the night we shall finally taste the blood of the traitor." He moved quickly, seemingly warping from his point of origin to his destination. He reappeared midway between von Sanguine and Bludwyn, a shower of raven feathers flying into the air and immediately bursting into black flame as he did so. He tilted his top hat back slightly, affixing his gaze upon his foe. A vengeful smirk filled his pale face, shielding his internal turmoil and despair. "Menphina's light smiles upon our meeting tonight von Sanguine and before her gaze you shall finally meet your end."

Well I wasn't a part of the XI roleplaying community so I don't really have any screenshots related to that. I'm out of town at the moment so while I have other screenshots that are probably better these are the only ones I've uploaded to the internet and thus the only ones I can share at the moment. I know you said 1 screenshot but I also have to post a chat log screencap that I found funny and one for an achievement of mine. Just a pretty picture. Went through tons of Hecteyes with no drop until I typed that. Also a weird status check glitch that results from some combination of gear changes. And an accomplishment. Went 1/1 on the Qultada fight way back in the early days of Cor. Really fun fight. Screencapped what he says when you win.

Ul'dah at this point though if I was starting the game solo I'd probably have chosen Gridania.

I wish I had some recipes to contribute. For the salad I made I used ingredients similar to the ones listed in the game. I altered it a bit to fill in some gaps but overall I tried to make it as true to erm... virtual life, as I could. I think a good mix of direct dish translations and custom creations would be the best way of going about it, incorporating all the great recipes you guys probably know with ones provided by the game.

Haha yeah I actually managed to make 1 recipe from FFXI which was a Tavnazian Salad. After that I never got around to doing more but I love the idea of making a real life cookbook based on XI and XIV dishes. I'm not really a good cook in real life and the whole project also doubled as practice for me. Anyways I'd love to participate in this.