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Berrod Armstrong Berrod Armstrong Find all posts by this user Visit this user's website Buff, Rough n' Scruff. Posts:1,885 Joined:Oct 2013 Character:Berrod Armstrong Linkshell:Astral Agents Server:Balmung Reputation: 457 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #16 08-05-2014, 10:17 AM ((Just toying with an idea.)) "You don't have to do this, Berrod. You don't have to live this kind of life. Stealing, hurting people...there's so much good a man of your strength can accomplish! I...I know you don't kill. I know you speak out against killing. That has to mean something, right? You're a compassionate man, and we need that in the world today." The Midlander fellow spoke valiantly, even as Berrod's fingers moved to wrap around his throat. His words made sense. There was a path he could walk that would lead to good deeds. He could just walk away, leave the man with his belongings and try to figure it out. The Midlander seemed to see the conflict in his eyes, and pounced on it. "I -- I won't tell anyone about this, it'll be as if it never happened! I know you -- please, Berrod!" No. He remembered his struggle on the streets of Ul'Dah, and the way people walked past him without so much as a glance. The beatings, the stabbings...the unsavory rich perverts who had a...questionable taste for destitute Highlanders...the abuse from the Brass Blades. If he went back, if he tried to do good, no one would see that. They'd always see him for what he had been. Street dirt.  His fingers closed about the Midlander's throat and cut his speech. "Sorry, boss," He grunted, "There ain't no good here. Jus' a fight to th'top." Tighter. "You say you know I don't kill...that's true. I don't. But maybe that's what I've been doin' wrong. I can't jus' stop an' let ya go. Sorry I can't make it quick." Berrod Armstrong's Wiki

Oscare Oscare Find all posts by this user Hunter to be Hunted Posts:712 Joined:Jun 2014 Character:Oscare Iono Linkshell:Astral Agents Server:Balmung Reputation: 94 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #17 08-05-2014, 12:12 PM ... Believe it or not, I actually can't think of any major "what if" moments in my character's life. Huh. Oscare Iono (Directory) Oscare Iono (Wiki WILL BE UPDATED EVENTUALLY) "Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."

Kage Kage Find all posts by this user Psy rockin' lala Posts:6,067 Joined:Jan 2014 Character:Kage Kiryuu Linkshell:Open RP Server:Balmung Reputation: 432 Timezone:UTC-8 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #18 08-05-2014, 12:23 PM (This post was last modified: 08-05-2014, 12:24 PM by Kage.) (08-05-2014, 12:12 PM)Oscare Wrote: ... Believe it or not, I actually can't think of any major "what if" moments in my character's life. Huh. Then change something in Eorzean history! It doesn't even have to be something major. What if he ate something else for breakfast? What if, for one day, he had no gil!

McBeefâ„¢ McBeefâ„¢ Find all posts by this user Meow meow im a cat Posts:3,503 Joined:Dec 2013 Character:your mum Linkshell:RAVEN Server:Balmung Reputation: 806 Timezone:UTC-8 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #19 08-05-2014, 12:30 PM Natalie stepped into the ring, the flowers falling around her. It had been years since she'd given up on her dream. Sultansworn? Who would want to be one of those toy soldiers. Her mentor had been disappointed of course, there seemed a certain heaviness to the tall Hyur as she marched off to the frontline. Natalie shook her head and stretched, that didn't matter now. She tried to remember who she was supposed to fight, some Ala Mhigan maybe? She shrugged, "Whoever it is they're dead meat." -------------------------------- The battle had been long and bloody, but eventually the giant fell, blood streaming from his many wounds. Natalie herself could barely hold her feet, and watched with red tinged eyes as a lalafell ran out into the arena, crying over the body of her opponent. "Raubahn.... No...." Another Lalafell stepped beside her and put a hand on her shoulder, "Your grace... I believe you have a duty to perform." He said with a exaggerated grin. She turns and glares at him, "Lorilito! You did this... somehow. Raubahn would never... he'd never lose to this." He sighs and shakes his head, "He was moving a little slowly out there... maybe he had a bad breakfast? The coliseum is not known for the quality of food it gives to it's fighters." He clears his throat, "Either way your grace, I believe we had an agreement." She wipes her face with a sleeve and rises, "I won't forget this Lorilito..." She glares at him, and then shifts it to Natalie, "You either." Finally with a shakey voice, "By this fight..." She pauses for a moment, and lorilito whispers to her '...Natalie' She continues "Natalie is now one of the six richest persons in Ul'dah, by my Authority as Sultana I appoint her to the syndicate." There is confused sporadic clapping. Natalie blinks, not sure what is going on as Lorilito approaches her, "Don't worry Natalie, I handled all the details." He grins and pats her leg, "I'm Lorilito, and I think we're going to get along very well together."

Unnamed Mercenary Unnamed Mercenary Find all posts by this user Grumpy Garlean Posts:3,760 Joined:Apr 2014 Linkshell:A Variety Server:Balmung Reputation: 517 Timezone:UTC-8 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #20 08-05-2014, 12:31 PM (08-05-2014, 12:23 PM)ExKage Wrote: (08-05-2014, 12:12 PM)Oscare Wrote: ... Believe it or not, I actually can't think of any major "what if" moments in my character's life. Huh. Then change something in Eorzean history! It doesn't even have to be something major. What if he ate something else for breakfast? What if, for one day, he had no gil! What if he hadn't been cleaved with an axe by Franz? Franz'sWiki | Rostnais (WIP)| IC-ish/OOC Tumblr | RPC Chat RPC Staff Team | Staff Contact and Feedback/Requests/Support

Askier Askier Find all posts by this user Smuggle Cat Posts:901 Joined:Feb 2014 Server:Balmung Reputation: 172 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #21 08-05-2014, 01:17 PM ((Oh this sounds like a fun challenge.  Alright, I'll give it a try.  Askier if he had never left the Empire 5 years ago.)) Askier gazed at himself in the mirror, his brown hair slicked back behind his ears and his Garlean dress uniform was pressed. His face was free of scars and his bushy tail swished to-and-fro in excitement, though his face was covered in a calm smile. He had made it at last.  Captain Mergrey of the Garlean Army, one of the few miqo'te to ever have reached such a rank, and an honor he never would have received if had not been for the political maneuverings of his father-in-law, Adin Adonis. Askier flashed himself a toothy smile then and stood straight.  He recalled that moment, five years ago, when the Calmity had rocked his faith in  the Empire's power.  He had almost fled, almost given up his life here, run with his sister like a coward.  But Adin's adopted daughter, Ashwynn, had talked him out of it.  He had listened to her.  And here he was, five years later, a captain, a husband, a father, an uncle to his sister's children, and well respected for his engineering feats in the realm of explosives.  The miqo'te turned and looked behind him as the door to his office opened.  Askier's office was richly decorated, with deep, mahogany desks and walls, thick, red carpets beneath his feet, and large windows overlooking the city.  Askier smiled as he saw the white-haired miqo'te that stepped through the door. "Master Mergrey, my Master Adonis and Lady Ashywnn are here for you." "Jin'li." Askier replied, his voice polite but stern.  "Please, let them in and then have a seat, you aren't looking well."  It was true, the white-haired slave of his father-in-law was looking sicker and sicker each time Askier saw him.  Askier felt sorry for the frail male.  Adin had told Askier Jin'li wasn't long for this world and Askier would miss the white-haired servant.  Jin'li was the most loyal person Askier had ever met, and certainly the most polite. "This slave is happy to serve, Master Mergrey."  Jin'li said flatly as he then held the door open.  Ashwynn was the first to enter.  Askier looked at his wife and smiled as he saw the small bundle she carried.  The miqo'te couple meet in the middle of the room and kissed for a moment before Askier looked back and gazed into her ice-blue eyes. "And how are the two of you doing?"  Askier inquired with a grin, his teeth flashing.  Ashwynn shrugged playfully.  "Would be better if you were home more, instead of making me drag our daughter up her to see you."  Ashwynn replied, feigning annoyance.  Askier knew she didn't mind that much.  Well, maybe a little. "Well, I'm sure she enjoys the traveling."  Askier replied with a wink as he looked down at his little girl and felt his heart melt as the little face looked back up at him, her mismatched eyes fixed on his own.  One of the little girl's eyes was gold, the other, ice blue.  Askier held the gaze with his daughter for a moment and then looked back up at his wife and gave her another kiss. "Captain Mergrey!"  thundered a voice and the couple separated as Askier lept back and stood at attention.  A tall, elderly Garlean entered the room,  a grey beard on his chin and wrinkles around his three eyes.  The tall man wore the uniform of a Garlean major and marched straight up to Askier. Askier went to give the man a salute, but Adin wrapped the smaller male in a hug and laughed. "You should have seen your face!" Adin chuckled as he released his son-in-law.  Askier gave a sheepish grin as Adin tussled his hair. "When you use that title, I'm not sure if you are addressing me as your relative or subordinate."  Askier admitted. "Well, right now, this is to see my granddaughter spend some time with her father.  I'm taking you out to dinner.  Immediately." "But I need to keep working on the prototype weapon.  If the operation against Ul'dah is-" "Ul'dah?" Ashwynn inquired.  Adin gave Askier a disapproving look and then looked at his daughter. "We'll discuss it over dinner.  I'll send Jin'li to fetch Saravena so she can join us.  Shall we?"  Adin looked at Askier.  Askier knew he couldn't say no, even if he had wanted to.  A free dinner was something he would never pass up.  "Why not?  No place I'd rather be than dinner with my family."  Askier mused as he walked over and took his long, black coat off a peg and slipped it on as Jin'li held the door open for them to leave.  "No place I'd rather be."

Whittledown Whittledown Find all posts by this user Too Stupid To Lose Posts:474 Joined:Aug 2013 Character:Obsidian Hornet Server:Balmung Reputation: 98 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #22 08-05-2014, 01:49 PM Down the rabbit hole we go! Show Content Spoiler From their camp outside of Ul'dah, Golden Shadow knelt in front of her mother's makeshift throne. "The refugees are on your side, mother. The know that your promises are their only hope." "This is good. The state of Ul'dah is broken. The Mountain has come to them with peace and generosity. I pray things don't turn... violent." A smirk curls the lip of both mother and daughter. Dalamud had fallen merely six months ago. Frost Lotus had watched the chaos from the fortifications in Abalathia's Spine. Her greatest joy, her sole surviving daughter Golden Shadow, had secured the service of every Hellsguard mercenary crew in the Spine. Sex. Coin. Blood. All had changed hands and now an army of Roegadyn warriors and thaumaturges had swept through Thanalan in the chaos after the battle of Cartenau. They provided security to the roads, supplies to the needy. Every settlement came under their banner through force or generosity. The choice was always left to the people. A purple lotus on a black field fluttered on a pole outside the tent as Golden Shadow left her mother to greet an emissary from a power that was not nearly so broken by Cartenau as the three forces of Eorzea. "Rhitahtyn Sas Arvina." Golden Shadow bowed respectfully in greeting. "My mother will be very pleased to meet you." She strides to his side, taking his arm and guiding him into the tent. She leaves shortly after unable to hear the discussion inside, nor the curious proposal her mother has in mind... Order of the Sword and Rose

LiveVoltage LiveVoltage Find all posts by this user AFK Zombie Posts:189 Joined:Jul 2014 Character:Inessa Hara Server:Balmung Reputation: 2 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #23 08-05-2014, 02:26 PM Since im bored and have nothing better to do, I guess ill join in too when I can get the time to  sit down for an hour or two and type something. In all the alternate timeline's though, Inessa die's horribly violent death's so I guess it will be me writing about how I can kill my character in the most gruesome way possible.   xD

Warren Castille Warren Castille Find all posts by this user The Arbiter Posts:5,367 Joined:May 2014 Character:Warren Castille Server:Balmung Reputation: 1,118 Timezone:UTC-5 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #24 08-06-2014, 11:57 AM (This post was last modified: 08-06-2014, 04:59 PM by Warren Castille.) Nothing sounds right, dammit. TAKE SIX, FROM THE TOP. Show Content Spoiler How could she possibly know? This poor woman in red. A proud roegadyn warrior, clad in the vestment of her precious Maelstrom. She was clinging helplessly to the stump where her hand had once been attached and looking up at the black shadow of fate. She couldn't possibly have known that years ago, in the immediate fallout of the battle of Carteneau Flats, that she had ordered artillery on anything approaching without Alliance colors. She couldn't have known that trading caravans led by good people had approached with intent to aid those wounded. She could have never known she had willingly rained fire and death down on those who were without homes, who had spent their entire lives trading and traveling. She could have never known that Garlean forces were watching. Those who survived were all too willing to lend their aid. The speeches had been easy. The Alliance, the trio of nations that seemed to only care about protecting themselves, had drawn a line in bodies and fire. They were all too willing to welcome those outcasts into the fold. "Prostrate yourself before the Fist of Solus." The words came sternly through the filter of the specter's helmet. Glowing white eyes watched the simpering roegadyn crawl to something resembling a bow and she openly cried. Legatus Castus looked down on the woman. His years of hard work would finally allow him vengeance. He brought his foot down on the woman's head with a sickening crunch, then turned. His personal war was over. There would always been more skulls to crush in Eorzea, and his role in its conquest was far from over. Show Content Spoiler Wiki | The Grindstone 2018 17 | 16 | 15

Fates Skein Fates Skein Find all posts by this user aka Atroposs Rose Posts:168 Joined:Jul 2013 Server:Undecided Reputation: 19 Timezone:UTC-6 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #25 08-06-2014, 05:19 PM "What if C'rhisi had come home?" Show Content Spoiler "Push, cousin, push!  I can see the ears, just push." The mother bore down, ears laid flat on her head and tail lashing behind her.  There was soft singing, humming, thrumming, the gentle beat of feet against the earth.  C'rhisi knelt to receive the cub as it finally came, squalling, from it's dam.  Her brow was streaked with blood, mis-matched green eyes bright in the candle light of the small hut. "It's a little girl, cousin, a strong young huntress."  She cut the cord and cleaned the baby, singing a soft song of protection that wrapped around the young spirit to lightly chain it to the tiny body before handing it over to the exhausted mother.  The word was sent out to the waiting Nunh, who paced before the hut, worry plastered across his features and sweat dripping from the ends of his hair.  He sent out a joyous ululation and thrust his sword into the sky and the twilight was filled with celebration. A small, still part of the jali's heart contracted as she began to gather her things, but she smiled and sang and made all the noises she was expected to make.  And if the candles showed some other tableaux in her eyes, some distant Jewel of a city where she had once been surrounded by friends, it was just a flash, just a glimpse, then gone, buried by duty. "What if Mahvashi's parents had lived?" Show Content Spoiler The house was set high in the trees and filled with laughter.  She was teaching climbing and tumbling, and her littlest had decided to play a new game where she would climb as high as she dared then leap into the emptiness of air, spinning like a ball only to land in a gigantic pile of leaves. Vashi's laughter filled the autumn air and summoned her mate homeward, the sound of their small brood of troublemaking children as much a part of the village life as the smell of baking bread and the sound of the butcher's knife cutting meat for the communal evening meal. C'rhisi Tohbei ¤ Anais FleurdeVide Coeurl Tribe Tumblr

Kage Kage Find all posts by this user Psy rockin' lala Posts:6,067 Joined:Jan 2014 Character:Kage Kiryuu Linkshell:Open RP Server:Balmung Reputation: 432 Timezone:UTC-8 RE: Writing Prompt: Alternate Universe | #26 08-19-2014, 11:22 AM After the outburst that C'kayah and Natalie had when Kage opened his big mouth, Kage had gone to the airship bar to drink his sorrows away. Why had he even -said- anything? It had hurt. Denn and Natalie. They knew each other and they both -knew- he had wanted to give Denn a good time at the ball. Thal's balls, Natalie helped Kage give Denn his invitation! So why? Why had Natalie bedded with Denn? What was the point of Denn even accepting his plea if all she was going to do was just leave him anyway? It hurt. So much did it hurt. Why? Kage glowered as he sat, drinking away. Suri, the Moonkeeper Kayah had mentioned not liking Natalie... he wouldn't tell her any of it. Vague stories maybe. But he wouldn't tell her about Natalie. Just Denn. That. Stupid. Roegadyn. He thought Denn wasn't just a fighting brute. The lalafell thought that after that spar that there was something about her. But no. Just... no. Shaking his head, Kage stood up resolved. He didn't care. Not one onze about Denn. Not over what he had with Natalie. Not over what he had with Kayah. The lalafell returned to the ball, looking around the strip... but when he finally found them he couldn't gather his courage to face them. To interrupt what they were arguing about. The heated voices turned so angry at each other. He watched from behind the wall as Natalie stormed off in one direction as Kayah threw down his fineries and walked closer to the aetheryte shard near the Alchemists' Guild. Kage sprung forward, running after Kayah who he was closest to. He skidded in his tracks as armored masked garbed figures stepped out, hidden in the shadows of the strip to attack the miqote. The lalafell yelled in anger, drawing his weapons to confront those who attacked his friend. "Halt!" The lalafell commanded to no avail. The axe wielding leader turned to him with a pause. A masked pugilist turned to him and another pugilist, miqo'te, stopped kicking Kayah to growl at him. "Walk away little lalafell." Both of them looked at him with hate-filled anger and it furthered Kage's resolve in that split second of pause. He shot out a quick, short message into his pearls, "Kayah's been attacked at the Alchemists' Guild! Help!" before he charged in. But there were too many. The axe wielding leader then tried to plunge a blade into Kayah's back but the lalafell was able to cover him, taking the blade to the shoulder wielding his sword. The miqo'te and roegadyn pugilists turned to face Kage as another hooded one stood beside the leader. The pugilists rained blows upon Kage, his hold on his shield broken by repeated blows as he tried to fend them off in vain with his limp sword wielding arm. A combined kick to his neck and a blow to the lalafell's chest made welcomed Kage into unconsciousness as the last thing he saw was the labored form of Kayah and the axe wielding leader backing away, staring down at him.

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