AkhutaiAngura

I dunno how to say this nicely, and I don't want to scare you off, but. You need to work on your literacy skills. Practice writing and spelling - Grammar, punctuation, the whole nine yards. Normally people are pretty laid back and you can get away with typo's, or even with not capatalizing.. But the large amount of spelling errors will turn people off. A tip for that - Type up your posts/whatever you're going to say in a word document first, and spell check is your friend. Moving on from that - Welcome to the RPC! We hope you enjoy your stay. What server are you on?

Akhutai snorts at the bread statement. Bread! FAh! No one ever died from lack of bread. Or did they? He spends a moment contemplating that, one of the bigger mysteries of life.. A hand lifting, fingers tapping lightly against the scales lining his jaw. Taptap. Finally, her comment about 'Home' settles in and he smiles a bit, nodding.. "Home. Home is.. Nice." He agrees, "Little One is not.. Wanting many home? Home here, home there. When one is travel, home is.. Everywhere."

There's a snort through his nose, "Buy food? Fah!" He waves a hand dismissively off to the side, before motioning to her bow. "Hunt food. Hunter!" He reminds her, grinning a bit. He shifts a bit, settling in to take a seat more properly across from his newfound companion. Friend? Associate? Salesperson. Whatever she is. Legs cross, and his hands rest on his knees. "Why is Hunter.. Here?" With a motion to their surrounding area. "World is big! Bigger than U'ldah."

Akhutai lofts an eyebrow slightly at the first exclamation, considering that. A tilt to his head, before he shrugs a shoulder and nods his agreement - 'Turtle' seems like an apt description when he's decked out in armor and shield, turtling behind it. He turns his attention to her bow, leaning forward a bit for a closer look. "Mm. Hunter is taking good care of weapon?" He wonders, peering at her a bit. "Is important, good care. Weapon is being best friend.. Always at ones side. Never leaving, never judging, always help." A glance down at her wares, "Selling.. To buy new?"

His 'weapon' at this point is just a dagger at his hip, looking to perhaps be made of a sharp stone with a bit of leather wrapped around the grip. He tilts his head, shaking it after a moment. "Akhutai is.. Adventurer. Wall." He offers, lifting an arm and bending it infront of his body, other hand patting his forearm where a shield would be attached, reiterating "Wall, yes?" He squints a bit at her then, arm dropping. "Is being nice to meet, Hunter." Reaching out to pat her head next, with a big grin. "Hunter is.. Merchant? No adventure?"

Akhutai grinned when she repeated his name back to him - though, he seems to think it meant something else judging by his response.. Pointing at her with a curious expression, perhaps a bit disbelieving, "Akhutai?" He questions, looking for confirmation that she is, in fact, also Akhutai. A moment and his attention shifts back to her wares curiously, finger rummaging through the tidbits of things. Junk, surely - But he seems to think they're actually somewhat.. Precious? The 'stall' is not unlike the ones of his homeland, afterall. There, things like feathers and pretty stones are often traded as keepsakes and momento's as valuable as any other trade goods. He doesn't seem to see anything else he likes enough to add to his hair or clothing though, and lifts his attention back to her once more.

He looks back at the feather, then at the girl. "Two?" He repeats, snorting. "Two to little. Worth more." He huffs, other hand moving back to fish into one of many pockets on his clothes.. Pulling out a whole /five/ coins. He plinks them down on the mat near to her, before bringing some of his braids around over his shoulder. He neatly tucks that ratty feather into one, carefully as though it were some great treasure. A big smile is given, holding up the braid for her to see, already lined with other small beads and bits of various gems tied into it. "Is nice, yes?" It's then tossed back over his shoulder, beads clacking togethr as it settles. He rests back, arms on his knees again.. A hand tapping his chest lightly, "Akhutai."

He stood quietly, letting the crowd continue to flow around him as he looked at the girl. She was even smaller than the women of his race, which were still a solid two feet shorter than him on average. Several long moments pass before he finally seems to settle on something, a certain look on his face.. Almost of determination? But not as big as all that. A few steps carry him closer to the 'stall' ran by the teenaged Miqo'te, his attention dropping to her wares laid out.. Dropping down to rest on the balls of his feet, arms on his knees, bringing him much closer to eye level and less towering... A hand reaches down then to take one of those feathers, a bright smile lighting up his face, apparently unnoticing of how ragged that particular feather is, how much worse off than the others it looks. He spins it around a moment, then holds it up infront of her, speaking simple words in that broken common tongue of his, "How much is being?"

It takes a certain personality to keep things together, and I think by and large those of us who haven't found our groups to play with - Whether it be an FC or just a group of friends - Aren't of that 'leader' type personality. The one who sort of.. encourages the group down a given plot line or somesuch. The ingame DM as it were. So, in joining with an FC, we're getting that 'leadership' personality to follow.

So I read the first page, skimmed the middle pages, and read this last page. IT seems that most of what people are talking about, or questioning, or whathaveyou is concerning the 'established' RP community and lack of newblood and whether or not thats good, right? Here's my take on it. I've been on Balmung since the first days of ARR. I was on.. Whatever the original server was called back in 1.0, too.. But, even having been around that long, I don't know if I'd ever say I hit the status of an 'established' RPer. I never felt like I could say with confidence that more than.. 20 people knew the name of whatever character was my active one at the time. Now, this is mostly due to me of course - I'm pretty reclusive, quiet, I like to watch and I don't come out of my shell very often. My problems, not the servers problems. I quit FFXIV for several months, twice. I dropped prior to HW, came back and played through 3.0, then left again due to no social ties keeping me here. Again, I'd failed to come out of my shell and make friends, which is what really will keep me coming back to a game like this. Now, I'm back again - And at this point, after having been gone so long, I would almost consider myself 'new blood' to the server. I'm definitely not new to RPing, but I don't know who /anyone/ is, and am effectively new to literally every RP clique/group/whatever here... And honestly? It's overwhelming. It's scary. I know just about every RPer and every FC and every LS and every everything in the history of things says that they're open and inclusive and stuff.. But from the outside looking in, its very cliqueish. Everything thats here already is.. Here. IT's established. Storylines have been playing out for months, for years, and it's incredibly overwhelming trying to find something that you can just jump into the middle of and not be washed away in the flood of things.. And this fear, this overwhelming quality, might push a lot of returning players off of Balmung to MAteus or somesuch where the RP is more fresh, where storylines might seem 'new' and less.. Aged? What I'm saying, I guess, is that I think there is a definite need for new blood, if only because of other new blood. I think it would be easier for me, if I could meet someone else in a similar situation.. Someone else who was 'new' to the server, whether due to returning to the game after a long hiatus or being actually new to the server.. Then that person and I would be in the same boat, and we'd be able to find that 'new' RP in each other. Begin to establish our own stories, that we could then begin to work our way into something else. Take from that what you will.

Akhutai was a strange man - Some might call him a creature, really - but man he is. A strange one, in a strange land. He often got stares where ever he went, he figured it was due to his height and nothing related to the scales lining his jaw, breastbone, elbows, thighs, calves, tail.. Or those horns sticking from where ears should be on the sides of his head - Large, beautiful (to him) horns that curved forward and hung, ever present, at the outsides of his peripherals. He didn't notice the stares much, anymore. He'd been here in Ul'dah for... A couple of weeks, now? In Eorzea for several months longer than that. It was strange at first, those in Akhutai's homeland didn't stare at his kind. Sometimes, he missed that... the lack of attention, the ability to just sort of.. Blend in amongst the crowds. Not that he knew much about that even, being from a more remote mountain tribe as he is. But, none of that now. Akhutai gave a shake of his head, the braids falling down his back clattering lightly as beads clicked and clacked together with the movement. On through the crowd. To those who look with any amount of interest - Any more than the common 'what in the twelve is that' types of looks, Akhutai likely gives off the impression of one of a few things - Either he's a dragon (He's not), homeless (Possibly), some sort of brigand (Not judging by how curious he is about even simple things), or some sort of adventurer (Ding ding!). He has a sword strapped to his hip.. Simple, but of decent make. Long, heavy blade.. One handed though. There's a shield at his back as well.. And the way those muscles are thick along his arms, he's atleast /capable/ of using them, though with any amount of skill is yet to be seen. He stops occasionally in his wandering through the streets, to look curiously at this or that.. And sometimes openly stare. He does just so now, at a young beggar. Head cocked to the side, just.. Watching. The crowd hustles and bustles past him, a few rude grumbles and the like at the 'brute' blocking traffic, not that he seems to care. Hell, he hardly even seems to understand since he gives no response or hint of the words having any meaning. What makes this one so much.. Less than the rest? Why are some so proud, while others so destitute? Hm. ((I'm not on Mateus, but hope you don't mind if I hop in!))

Hello! I actually play on Balmung currently, so there's little chance of us playing together in game (Barring aserver change to Mateus which... Might happen anyways), but I also keep strange hours compared to most of my fellow Americans, due to working a night shift. My most active times are 830AM till about 12 CST, which is when most people are at work or sleeping, but I believe these times are.. Evening/night for the EU? Anyways There's an extravagant process we can go through that involves party finder and dungeons, but we can be friends in game if you want to ask questions! Or, just PM me here. Welcome to FFXIV and the HRC and stuff. Get ready for a wild ride, it's worth it.

Where, exactly, is the house located? So that one might take a look if interested.

There is a Lalafell child arguing with a Hyur child of probably similar age, adopted by a Roegadyn father, in the Gold Saucer. She uses the same model as the adult Lalafell, so there's reason to believe it's pretty hard to judge their age based off appearances. Of course, this could just be the effects of a growth spurt, and she has only just recently jumped from miniscule to small. This is not to say they look eternally young, but the structure and physiology of their body perhaps just doesn't show age in the same way larger Spoken do. This could also simply be a limitation of game mechanics and not actually anything indicating the appearance of age at all - Rather, SE decided not to take the time to design a specifically child-like Lalafell for the purposes of that, when they figured a regular avatar would do just fine... Which is, I think, one half of the debate Unnamed Mercenary mentions (How some people say all are equal due to the fact that all are equal in the game, whereas others say they're not equal but the game can't accurately portray that and remain balanced mechanics-wise)

Akhutai Angura, of.. You guessed it, the Angura tribe! Nice to meet you all.