Ildur

"I'm not helping. I'm not helping. I'm not heping!" Ulanan's voice started as a whisper, but it quickly turned into another shout. The magical beast she was sitting on growled unnaturally, something forming on its surface, over its thin and pathetic arms. It was not eyes that were forming, or a face. It was a maw, misaligned with the rest of the body, composed of a crooked line that zigzagged making its lips into its teeth. The lalafell raised both hands and clenched the wings of her hat. She pulled down with all her strenght, until it couldn't go farther down. The construct turned around, giving its back to the fight. Its wings raised and then fell. It fled, the legs grazing cross the sand, forming lines as jagged as the creatures mouth. After a few yalms, it managed to raise above the ground, flying at a very low height. Fleeing, or trying to, with the lalafell on its back. "Not helping."

"Fine then." Ulanan muttered to herself, wide eyes staring in front of her. Short locks of hair were hanging in front of them, unkept and moved by the hectic movements she had done when angry. "Very well. Have it your way!" she added, this time shouting loudly. The aether around her snapped suddenly, gathering in her book and the pages held within, shining brightly. "I'm not helping. I'm not helping anyone anymore!" Her shouting continued. Just as quick as it had gathered, the aether released, spreading in front of her in a circle. It took form and gained weight, becoming an orb. Long and thing wings sprouted out of it, along with two sets of legs and arms, thin as a broom's handle. The lalafell jumped on top of it before it started to float above the sand. She shook her head, eyes set forward and widely open. "I'm. Not. Helping."

Ulanan grumbled loudly, casting yet another spell to intercept the woman's. This one was much weaker, since the lalafell didn't have the time to charge it beforehand. "Listen to me!" she begged, though it was more of a demand. "He was following them! Unbound! With no restrains! Now he wants them dead! Don't you see what it means?"

"I said stop!" Ulanan shouted again, almost a screech. She raised both hands, the tome held between them, releasing the aether into a cloud of ice to intercept Cypress' fire with it. "There's something odd with that 'helpful' man!"

Ulanan huffed in the Duskwight's direction and stomped the ground yet again. "This is the last time I'll let you get away with not explaining anything!" she shouted in his direction. Her immediate next action was to turn to the other group of bickering people and shout to them instead. "Stop fighting! The old man is grumpy, and old, and wants you to stop fighting!" She accentuated, clearly annoyed. She spent the next few moments raising her book in front of her chest, channeling aether into it.

Ulanan forgot everything that was going on. She turned around in a fast movement to growl angrily up at the elezen from under her white and pretty large hat. "You! Explain yourself!" she demanded.

Ulanan turned, facing Thal with her book. She swiftly placed her free hand over it and, just as swiftly, snapped it in his direction. The aspectless aether contained within the pages was freed in a straight and black line, trying to hit him mid-jump.

"K'airos and her mother are fine. Are you taking pleasure on tormenting this girl?" Ulanan said with frown to K'ile, walking closer. Her book was open at her side, and she gracefully ignored Cypress struggle with Thal. "Just end it already." she added.

"You, go help her." Ulanan muttered to her glowing book, waving one hand behind it in a half-circle. One of the pages ripped itself apart from the others. Then another, and another. The three curved into a sphere roughly the size of the lalafell's head, and joined together in the air, gaining a yellow color. Two tiny black holes and a wide curved line formed on its surface. Soon after, its back shifted and folded, two small wings sproutng out of it. It spun once and faced Thal. It flew around him and Cypress in a circle, imitating the motion Ulanan's hand had made before. Then it threw itself against the man, hardening until it was like a soft and hollow rock. It kept the smile and the tiny eyes, though. Meanwhile, Ulanan turned, too, to follow K'ile and the girl with slow steps.

Ulanan kept quiet, passing through the pages of her book idly as if nothing of interest was happening around her. She stopped to place her right hand over it, channeling aether into it. It acquired a dim yellow glow that was quickly intensifying.

Ulanan glanced at K'ile once to answer to him. "That just makes it easier for her to burn him. If you are so worried about that, go help her." She turner her eyes away from him, squinting, trying to see where D'aijeen had gone to.

The lalafell continued watching quietly, giving various steps backwards to avoid any fire accidentaly turning her into a piece of coal. She reached for her book, attached to her belt with a little string, and opened it. Prevention, not just for the fire, but also in case voidsent appeared.

"You could be buying time." Ulanan said, spinning around to face him instead of facing K'ile. "If it's so urgent..." She paused and spun again. This time, she faced Cypress and her arms flailed. "Wait, he's truly dead? And you are letting him leave without seeing if -he- is a voidsent?" she questioned.

"Not to her." Ulanan replied to the man, but she was looking at K'ile. Her eyes widened, keeping the frown in place. "Thalen." she repeated. "K'airos' father?"

"You don't know if this is the same girl, Cypress." Ulanan bit, still walking away. "You are blind. I haven't taken a look at her. All you have is your own mind thinking you are completely right with no place for doubt." She paused, scratching the bridge of her nose. "If you are sure it's her for any reason at all, I'd like to know."

The screaming made Ulanan place a hand on each of her ears. She looked at Cypress, and then at Thal, with a disgusted frown. "Everyone's trying to play with people's guilt today, I see. Fine. Deal with this on your own, then!" she said in a tone that could be confused with shouting. She dropped her arms and turned away, walking towards the way they had come from. "I'm tired of helping."

Ulanan replied to that with a frown. And then a snort. "That I should kill before asking questions? No, I haven't learned that." With one hand lifted above her shoulder, palm facing to the front, she looked at Thal. "Let us see the kid so we can determine if it's a voidsent or not."

Ulanan shrugged to Thal. "We can walk together towards Drybone. That's the closest settlement." While she said this, she pointed roughly in the direction of the town. "Meanwhile, you can answer what I asked you."

"That's what anyone would say in your position. Is that D'aijeen behind you?" Ulanan asked, tone dry, tilting her body to one side."Where and when did you find her?"

"They showed up in the Church north of camp Drybone." Ulanan elaborated, gesturing with one tiny hand. "One of them left there an injured tribe membember."

Ulanan glanced once at each man, and once at the smaller person hiding behind the back of one of them. Or whatever little she could see from her which wasn't much at all. She hummed once, head half-turned to Cypress. "We are." she replied to K'ile. She made a pause to look at him better. "We are looking for a Miqo'te tribe. The Hipparion tribe."

In her head, under the large white hat, the lalafell was performing some kind of training regime. Instead of pulling the Roegadyn's clothes constantly, she instead walked ahead of her and called out in the right direction. She warned her about obstacles and gave directions. She nudged her with the hand only when it seemed she wouldn't be able to go past an obstacle. Or when she was about to fall horribly to her death. That last one had never happened, though. There was a large crevice crossing Eastern Thanalan, going from the Burning Wall all the way to the north. But they had the good sense to not walk near it. In fact, they couldn't even if they wanted: the more they walked, the farther it was left behind. Her thoughts and the monotony of the journey were interrupted when she noticed people ahead and, once they were closer, a friendly greeting from one of them. "Hello." she greeted, plainly and lifting her own hand.

That's only good if you are a Paladin or a Warrior. Then you can pretty much wear the widest array of clothes, only missing some Disciple of Magic specific items. Mages hit in the head with a baseball bat, though. They can't wear leather and other clothy-looking items that only Disciples of War can. Not to mention they can't mix and match their clothes to look like "wizard who wears armor" or something like that.

I left the game some time ago because I found myself never actually looking forward to the gameplay bits, and because Square Enix made some decisions I don't actually like. But yes, the roleplaying was pretty good. I don't recall having any bad scenes or meetings with people. So there's that. And I had fun levelling, at least. But I feel like someone should mention that the vanity/glamour system is locked at level 50. Allow me to be that guy: the vanity/glamour system is locked at level 50.

Additionally, K'airos sounds silly if pronounced "Koo-ay-ros". I don't really know enough english to confirm or deny anything, but I'd thnk that if it was only a matter of emphasis, then the correct pronounciation wouldn't drop the "h" on the "oh". It would be "oh-RA-ha" instead of the stated "o-RA-ha". This tells me that pronounciation depends on how the letter flows into the rest of the name.