GaelicWarlord

Revan's eyes darkened as chaos broke out at the tables near him, and he glared darkly at Celgad before him. Celgad turned his head to overlook those who were fighting and his eyes rested upon Galatius's body. Celgad stood to his feet, brow furrowed as he recognized his fallen ally. "GALATIUS!" Celgad cried out running towards the man's corspe as his blood was pouring out beneath him. One of the accompanying Rogaedyn glanced at the young highlander as he ran to Galatius's side and reached for him, beginning to drag him away from the onslaught. He turned to two more who were not yet engaged and roared, "One-eye's brother! Get him the hell out of here!" He said throwing the young inexperienced highlander towards them, and then unsheathing his sword and re-engaging into the battle. Revan's gaze darkened watching what was taking place, his business here was not yet handled. His hand landed on the documents that rested upon the table, and he began to clench them in his hands, crushing their existence between his firm contracting fingers. He threw them on the floor believing that what use they once may have served was no longer of importance. Revan stands to his feet and unsheaths his long nodachi-like sword of black steel, and electrical pulses began to emit from the blade and the aetherial gem incrested in it's hilt began to glow. He moved slowly towards the brawl, remaining a spectator for the moment, eyes resting upon Celgad as the ruffians tried to get him out of the now dangerous place. Revan was unsure of Celgad's part with this company of men, but the words "One-eye's brother" made more evident what Lengalad's place was in this unfamiliar land. Revan remained unengaged, cold eyes looking over the three who had started the fight, and then glancing over to the others. Only was it until the very Rogaedyn who drug Celgad off came hulking into Revan's tall impeding figure. "Best mind your own, before it gets you killed!" The large Rogaedyn said, standing over the corpse of his leader, while the others remained engaged with the three. The large Rogaedyn held the tip of his sword towards Revan's chest. Revan seemed unaffected by the Rogaedyn's hostile stance towards him, while it was clear that this rogaedyn was an ally of Celgad's, it did not make him an ally of Revan in his mind. Revan's lips remained idle, his sickly cerulean eyes darkened upon looking into the Rogaedyn's hard glare. He raised his left hand to the man's blade and gripped around it firmly, blood beginning to drip from his hands as the edge cut into his skin. The Rogaedyn raised a brow, seeming confused with Revan's action, and stood unaware of what to do. Revan's sword, Illucien, began to emit a static charge, electricity pulsing through Revan's hand and up his forearm. This energy began to emit from his other hand, and traveled through the steele of the Rogaedyn's blade, the large warrior beginning to shake as the electrical energy began to jolt through his body. He finally let go of his sword altogether, and fell back, his butt landing right on the Galatius's lifeless body. He held his hand in the other, looking up at Revan with confusion. Revan dropped the Rogaedyn's sword, steel ringing as the blade hit the ground. Revan swung the great nodachi across the Rogaedyn's neck, blood spraying out profusely over Revan's black leather armor, he moved towards the Rogaedyn who were dragging Celgad out of the tavern, hulking towards the doors he just entered not more than twenty minutes earlier.

Lol, while I'm not to worried about it, he's right. Gaelic is pronounced (Gale-ick)

((I'll reply tomorrow, as I got work tomorrow so can't spend to much time on this. However, beneath the water about twenty feet below the surface is a submerged dock. The entrance is a giant cave wall gap that ships could pass through. However, the tide has continuously risen over the past couple of years and so it had probably not been used for the past four or five years. (damn you, global warming! ) You'd likely find the top of it by the light shining through the water, only five feet below the cave wall... and may also explain why the water had a nice emerald glow to it. Within the cave floor could be seen submerged ship parts, and a submerged dock. Some wood planks float on the surface. But yes, the water is crystal clear, and even kind of pretty looking with the sunbeams glowing and reflecting against the bottom of the cave.))

The old man shook his head as he hurried down the pathway to the water down below. He knew very little, as his years in this prison had been far longer than most who were kept there. Echoing up the path from which they came was the sound of shouting soldiers and guards, likely they were soon to come into view. The man hurries down, and slips down the path falling and hitting his head on the stone earth below him. Blood flows from his head, as he tries to push himself back to his feet.

Revanoth's eyes lifted from his table, resting upon a man who he would not soon forget. The man's posture, the axe he carried on his back, there was no denying that the man who had just entered was Kain. Revan remained focused on task however, despite having some sort of history with the man who had entered. The doors would open once more, a few yards behind Kain, and another Highlander would enter. He seemed younger than Revan by a few years, and his clothing style was more atuned to the people and culture of Limsa Lominsa. He was likely a sell sword, as this was usual of the highlanders present in Limsa Lominsa, albeit few in number as they were. The man's gaze rested upon Revan who sat in the corner, and his eyes had widened as if he had seen a ghost. He approached the man slowly and even carefully and sat before Revan at the other end of his table. " By Rhalgyr, I do not believe my eyes!" The man leaned forward looking Revan over closely, inspecting his every feature. "When I received your message, I could not conceive it with all my mind." The man shakes his head in disbelief. "Lengalad would be most happy to hear of your return, Lord Revan. I am curious as to why you had wished not of me to inform him... where... where have you been all these years? We thought surely you were killed in the battle." Revanoth's gaze rested upon the highlander in silent contemplation, his cerulean stare as cold as the night's rain. He leaned forward staring straight into the man's eyes, not saying a word, not hinting to any emotion, but silently he studied the man before him. "Celgad... do you dare tell me you had no hand in this?..." Revan's words were cryptic and vague, but his voice seemed cold and detached from the world around him. Celgad's growing smile just as soon faded away at the cryptic question. "...Revan. Are you alright, sir? Have I had a hand in what?" Revan pushed the documents forward to Celgad, and the newly arrived highlander glanced down to them. "The script is that of the Garlean empire, Celgad... documents that fate had brought into my grasp... Can you decipher them?" Revan asked curiously. Celgad looked down at the parchments and had shaken his head. "...I can not." Celgad replied. Revan nodded slowly, "I, however, can." and flipped a few pages over to one of the maps, an aged parchment that was the map of the City of Ala Mihgo. There were markings and circled locations all about the map, and Revan's finger ran along all of them, pointing each and every one out. "The Garleans knew every defended position... they knew our forces as if they were their very own... why do you think that was, Celgad?" Celgad slowly began to shake his head, "...Revan... that was a decade ago... What good does digging old maps up do us now? It simply will not undo what has been done. It will not bring us victory over the Garleans." Revan interupted, "This is not about war, Celgad... this is about justice." Celgad had shaken his head, "You are losing your mind, Revan. Our civilization is scattered... if Lengalad hadn't been working as a mercenary, we'd not have the good fortune we have now. Let the old hurts ail you no more, and do something with your life then to speculate over foreign documents of a land we know nothing about..." The men continued to converse among each other quietly.

Revan's eyes narrowed as he had raised the blade to strike down Kain in his moment of respite. It would have been a fatal strike, one to end this once and for all, but the man's words caught Revan off guard. The man's voice brought an uncanny familiarity to Revan's ears and when he resigned aggression, it was clear that Revan's character was being tested. He had to think it over atleast three times in his head before lowering the sword to his side. "...Who are you?" Revan asked with a demanding expression upon his face, his eyes beginning to widen. "...your voice. I know you..." He squints his eyes remembering the nightmare he woke up from. "...you were the man speaking in my dream..." Aggression finally ceased completely in his features. "...the aetheryte... you were the one who freed me." Revan began to piece things together slowly. "...why did you help me?" As soon as the question was asked voices echoed from the spiraling stairway below, as did the sound of marching soldiers. Revan did not wait for a reply, instead grabbing the rope at his feet and making a noose of sorts, wrapping his hands inside the noose. "...we can die by their swords, or we can take our chances." He stands to the wall, gesturing for the wounded man to come close, as Revan rested a foot on the wall the Balista was hanging out over. "The force of the bolt might be enough for us to clear the gap.... though I suspect this will likely have painful repercussions." He said looking out to the sea below. "...but I either fall with faith, or I accept death." He said glancing to the stairs. Revan and Kain were both capable fighters, but against trained soldiers, when at incredile odds, defeat was certain. Their only chance was to escape, and there was no going back the way they came. Revan gestured for Kain to wrap his hands in the noose as well. There was little time, the soldiers would emmerge into the tower any second now.

Revan's cerulean gaze resonated forth the glow of the nearby fire from the reflection of his irises, eyes remaining fixed on the maps and documents laid out before him. He notices a rather attractive looking waitress approaching him, and he slowly stacks the documents and turns them over as she comes closer. The woman was a hyurian midlander, dressed with tame modesty. She offered a flirtatious smile to the man, as she would with most patrons of the inn. "I'm Lila and I will be your server sir!" She said rather optimisticly as she gracefully set a menu before the man, right on top of his documents. "May I get you a drink?" She asked with a warm and likely a not so genuine smile. Revan looked to his documents and then his eyes raised to the woman with a hint of annoyance in his eyes. However he replies to her calmly in a deep and smooth tone. "...No menu is necessary." He raises his hand to the menu and offers it back to her. "I'm parched... how is your mead?" "The best in all of Eorzea, sir! I assure you!" The woman replied as she took back the menu. 'Somehow I doubt that...' Revan thought to himself, a moment of nostalgia coming to him as he thought of the honey-wine from his homeland. Revan waves to Lila dismissively. "...that will suffice." he said, eyes trailing down once more to his documents, waiting for her to step away before continuing his studying further.

The doors blew open, wind and rain began to blow into the entry way of the rather crowded tavern. Revan's cerulean eyes hovered over the patrons as he followed in after the wind, cloak soaked, long dark chestnut hair curling in wet locks to the middle of his back. A rough five oclock shadow had been present on his face, probably not having shaved in a good two weeks. With each step his boots clanked heavily upon the floor, and if his intricately designed leather armour did not catch the eye of most the patrons, then the sword that was sheathed to his side certainly did. The blade was very similar in design to a nodachi ((basically a long japanese katana)), but with intricate artistic details that would not be seen present in the most artisan of crafted blades in the area. It was forged of black steele, and runes crafted into the hilt and blade would pulse a blueish glow periodically. This pulsing glow seemed to be caused by the jewel that was imbedded into the blade's hilt. It appeared to be pure Aetheryte, in a cut gem form. Glowing as the runes did, though it did so dimly. Clearly, the man was not from here, but that was quite evident. He bore the features of a Highlander, the last of the kin of the once great City of Ala Mihgo. Tall and muscular, and relatively young, but not of youth. Some would consider him handsome in appearance, but he appeared to be in his early thirties. His eyes spoke of temperance, reservation, and experience. As did his demeanor. Many patrons near the entry way began to whisper loudly amongst each other, somethings akin to "A highlander?... in these parts?! What a rare sight!" in different variations of course. Revan's gaze loomed over the patrons carefully, with a grim expression, before he stepped forward to the proprietor of the tavern. "...Can I help you sir?" The barkeep said albeit a bit hesitantly at the well-equiped, and well-fit man. "...I need a place to stay for the night. I'll be gone in the morning." The words parted from Revan's lips in a deep, however, smooth voice. One that could be pleasant to hear, and at the same time, one that could be easily feared. "I'm afraid our rates have g-gone up ta-nite sir. We're really busy... ta' get a room ye'd have ta' pay double its usual price." Revan's face remained without expression as his left hand idly lowered to his waist, pulling a coinpurse from his belt and dropping it to the barkeep's feet. "...One thousand gil. Is this insufficient?" The barkeep widens his eyes looking down at the coinpurse that hit the ground with a heavy thud. "..n-not at all!" The barkeep turns behind the counter and reaches down into a drawer, and removes a skeleton key from it. He turns once more to Revan and extends the key to him. "Room seven. Its one of the nicer ones, I assure you!... what is your name sir?" Revan replied in a quiet matter of fact tone: "Names are for friends and acquaintances... I am not interested in making either." Revan had taken the key and began to walk away, seeing an empty table in the corner of the room far from most the other patrons. It seemed like somewhere he could eat a meal with little disturbance, atleast as little disturbance as possible. He approached the table and sat down quietly, pulling some parchment that was damp from a vest pocket beneath his armor. He overlooked them closely, them appearing to be letters and maps, as he awaited a waitress to approach his table. He did not look to the other patrons, seeming disinterested altogether in all of them.

((I'm sorry to hear that! No worries, just post when you are ready to.))

Ah, that does make sense. In that case, its likely something that S-E will optimize later, if not at release, probably shortly after. Atleast, I'm hoping as much.

As they came closer to the great open lit cavern, a huge opening could be seen. It was a cove that lead to the coast, however the ground level was flooded with water that rose and fell with the waves and tide. The old man peered downward at the very narrow path that wound down the cave wall below (roughly 100-150 feet) The man grimaced as he glanced down, even if he could make it to the bottom, he wasn't a capable swimmer, but he edged forward anyway, not wanting to lose all hope just yet. "...this, is the exit?" It was likely an old way to transport prisoners gathered from outside lands into the prison. Likely, this was the very same place Revan was brought through three years ago when he first arrived to this prison, though he likely was blindfolded when they did bring him through. ----- Revan's eyes remain coldly fixed upon "Kane" glancing behind him very quickly at the Ballista once more intently. He remains in a defensive stance, waiting for Kane to respond or make a move against him.

I got a score of 2897. Running a AMD Phenom II Quad Core 965, ATI Radeon 5850, 4 gigs of Ram (low speed), and windows 7 64 bit. Kinda suprised me actually, considering my rig is pretty top of the line, but I am running my AM3 Chipset processor on an AM2 motherboard... I'm certain once I upgrade I'll get a significant speed increase. My Ram speeds really aren't that great either. It was pretty cheap ram, haha.

((Hey folks busy week for me work-wise, and I'll be out until this monday. Just wanted to let you all know I haven't forgotten about our thread!))

I think this is a great idea. I think we should have one of the admins here make a thread, and I'll be certain to help bump and keep it active. *nod* *nod*

Welcome Olette! I think our community is off to a great start. The RP Community definately has a much more solid foundation this time then in FFXI. So, I hope for your sake... heck for all our sakes, that you'll get to really enjoy a true RP experience. For myself, I never got to experience that until I played LOTRO. But while the story there appealed to me, the game not so much. I'm hoping the universe here will be fresh enough, as well as the RP community being strong enough, to keep me for a couple of years. We'll see!

Ah, well if there is infact an auto-translate feature, then I feel much better already. Its not that I don't want to participate with foreigners. I just thought it'd be really hard to do, if we couldn't understand eachother at all. But, it seems there is already a system present to fix that, so International servers don't sound all that bad. @ Daishi I know with a lot of political things that are seen and done in the world, it can be easy to hold prejudice towards people. Hell... as an American, I know about 90% of the world holds prejudices against me because of political decisions that were made by our government. I think the best way to deal with that, plain and simple, is leave politics out of the game altogether. There is no need for it to be there. I'm not trying to criticize you, because frankly, I'm guilty of the same thing all to often. But like you said yourself, just because something happens that embodies a country as a whole, doesn't mean it embodies that person. For instance, just because I'm american, doesn't necessarily mean I'm pro-war, have an arsenal of weapons in my closet, am hugely obese, and have to get a supersized meal every time I go to McDonalds. Heck, I don't even eat at Mickey D's.

I guess I'll leave my judgement for after I actually participate in an international server. There are some obvious ups to it, and some cons, atleast as far as I can percieve. I just hope I don't run into too much of a language barrier with the people I'm playing with. We'll see!

Actually folks, I think its very believable. FFXIV has been in development for quite a while, though Square Enix has kept it under wraps for a good while (as they do with most of their BIG projects) Beta being in July, usually is a good sign, that release is only a few months away from the Beta date. SE has also mentioned at E3, that the beta would be starting here very soon. I think this confirms that it'll be within the next month, possibly in the next few weeks.

Most of you have already touched base on my own personal concerns regarding RP servers. For myself personally, the biggest RP community I've ever been apart of was an unofficial RP server on LOTRO, aside from Starsider in SWG, way back when. Whether SE designates a RP server or not, we'll still find a home for our community, and I think as long as we keep a pretty decent PR campaign for the entire game, eventually over time, RP'ers will flock in to an unofficial server. Atleast, this worked out for LOTRO. Of course, we also face the possibility that SE does designate an RP server. If they do, then by all means, its only logical for us to join it. Going elsewhere would only divide the RP Community, especially isolate those who come in game later after launch and haven't even heard of RPC. Honestly, my greatest concern is whether or not they'll make language specific servers like most MMO's do. .... that could get REALLY annoying. But anyway, folks... thats my two cents worth. RP server, or no, we'll do just fine regardless.

As they reached the bottom, the walls no longer looked like built foundation, but instead, natural cave patterns. They must've been beneath the fortress. It was dimly lit, which meant there must be some sort of light source beyond the narrow passage they were now in. The old man inched forward, slowly, hardly able to see in the darkness of the caves. "...This... this must be the way out..." the old man said with a reluctant voice.

Male Hyur Highlander, from Ala Mihgo

ROFL she beat me to it. I saw that sketch and thought that was totally Edward Norton material.

((Just some OOC clarification, Revan, the man you saw earlier, did not go the same way that the old man had taken you. He doesn't even know of the hidden passages just yet. Most of the escaped prisoners had caused a riot and were moving through the halls below, while Revan moved to the watchtower stairs to ascend to the top. The Old man, was informed by Daishi's character that there was a secret way out of this prison, and so the old man and Nikkita should technically be alone, just the two of them. Anyway, thought you might wanted the clarification as to what is just going on at the moment, I know forum RP can be hard to follow at times!)) The old man looked back at the young woman behind him and had shaken his head slowly. "...No, I go this way only in faith, child. But fate has offered us a chance at freedom, and so I intend to take this path, as there are no others to take... Following that... horde of barbarians below would surely lead to death..." The old man continued further, as they descended further down the tightly enclosed stairs, the steps became steeper, almost turning this path into a ladder. The air became cooler and thicker as they came closer and closer to the bottom.

((Going to have to Retcon this a bit - so going to rewind for just a second)) Revan's ears perked at the sound of a woman, young and under distress. His eyes wandered to the cell door that she rested in and then looked to the guards who were rushing to the stairs below. 'She'd never have a fair chance.' Revan thought to himself. And likely, it was true. Even if the Guards did not catch her, women were especially were endangered. If it wasn't a guard who would capture her, it could have been worse, like one of the crazed prisoners. Revan didn't have time to baby sit someone, he coldly looked forward and kept on walking by, though what bit of heart he had, sunk slightly as he did so. The old man he released earlier moved to her cell and whispered quietly after many minutes later, and he had pulled forward a large set of skeleton keys, and unlocked her cell. "Come quickly child!" It was clear that whoever this old man was, he had not spoiled over the years as Revan did, so to speak. "We must be silent..." He glanced around for the secret passage that the strange guard had shown him earlier. Pressing against the walls in a very dark corridor. Finally a stone pressed inward, and the wall moved open. "...the gods have blessed us this day." He whispers quietly as he begins to walk down the dark narrow passage that went deep down into the depths of the prison foundation.

Revan had been looking around the tower quickly, looking for answers, and finding few, then his eyes turn once more to the Ballista that faced the Northern Sea. His eyes trailed down seeing the bolt attached to a rope, that was long and coiled behind it. It seemed to be some sort of anti-siege device. Something to repel or damage ships should they try to attack from the coastal waters. He picked up a dagger from one of the dead bodies and moved over, cutting the end of the rope that was coiled among a giant iron spool. He looks out to the ocean, closing his eyes. He did not know what to expect should he follow through with the crazy plan that was going through his head. Likely much pain, probably even death. His eyes turned to the stairwell, his ears telling him something was coming. It would have been shouldered off easily as paranoia, except such was confirmed as Kain ascended from the stairs seconds after. Revan immediately looked towards the ballista lever and out towards the sea. He could risk dying by the waters, or risk dying by the man's axe. Pride however was slowly getting the best of him. He drops the rope to the floor atop its coil and reaches down to the sword he had dropped earlier, it's once shiny blade, darkened with crimson. Slowly, he turned to Kain, dark cold eyes resting upon his. "...You come alone. Not all here are cowards?..." He slowly steps closer to Kain, remaining about fifteen feet away from him. He raises the tip of his sword pointing it to one body, and slowly to another dead guard, the tower floors stained with blood and gore. He finally raises the tip of the sword in Kain's direction, the blade held out far infront of him. "...bravery, however, will not keep your blood from spilling..." His eyes rest upon Kain, waiting for the man to either reply or make a move towards him.