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untilAs sure as the sun sets, it wasn't long before strange dreams began to replague the Teahouse. A twisting tangent of extremes - from good to bad, bliss to nightmare. As occasionally sensations dulled or overstimulated. Foods too flavourful or bland. Liquids singing hot or stone cold. And not just for Teas - now even a few customers were beginning to complain about the dreams. More and more often rumours of the Teahouse's haunting were spreading. And this time... a common theme: all the dreams seemed to take place around water. Drowning in ocean beds, or looming before the shore of a mist covered sea. Even in dreams where it seemed it had no right to be the water flooded through, sometimes calm... and sometimes violent. Perhaps it was getting to a point where something must be done. On Monday, May 23rd starting at 6:30 PM EDT, Samara Summerall is hosting a continuation of her last two events, but all are welcome if they want to dive into a world of dreams for some voidy adventures centered around her character and what ideals and bargains led up to this point. Please contact her if you are interested.
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untilGrey Spring's final Rope Adventure on Saturday, February 26th starting at 5:30 PM EST takes him and the gang to Sharlayan to discover the truth about James the rope. Looking for one volunteer to assist with the event who is available during this timeframe and has a character that has made it to the first zone of Endwalker. Message Grey Spring for details and sign ups; first come, first served.
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untilIN AN UNKNOWN LAB... Two men stood next to the autopsy table, their eyes exchanging glances between the corpse and the written reports. "Fatality rate?" asked Leo in a casual tone, shuffling through the papers as he read them. "Exceeding expectations, Ser..." replied the man in the white coat, pulling the blanket over the corpse before taking off his surgical gloves. "And the effects on those who aren't the... main audience for this 'medication?'" Leo's eyes peeked over the papers, staring at the alchemist, a devious grin on his face. "Not... pleasant..." The alchemist shrugged. "But considering what it is meant to do, the survival rates of the other group is good enough indication that any spillovers or unintentional contamination can be contained as long we follow proper lockdown protocols." "Good!" Leo smiled, placing down the papers before picking up his mug, taking sip of his milk. "Prepare the first dosages. We'll start the trial for real. Depending on how it works outside of our tests, we will consider... mass production. Carry on!" The alchemist watched the spook leave with a shrug, taking back the report papers and straightening them up before turning over to the corpse. "Oops..." he sighed, realizing he hadn't fully covered the body. The corpse was a mess, its veins pushed against the skin, blood seeping through the crevices of the body; from the eyes, the nostrils, to the ears. "You at least deserve some privacy..." The alchemist winked, slowly pulling the blanket over the entire body fully this time. For a moment, he appreciated his work, smirking at the rotten third eye of the Garlean as the blanket descended over it... AT SHROUDROSE TEAHOUSE Mail arrives, directed to everyone... Apparently, it's from... Khan? Taking into consideration Khan's request, someone heats it up... Slowly but surely, a white ink starts to form over the wet splotch. The first prologue event of our next storyline will take place on Thursday, July 22nd at 8:00 PM EDT starting at the teahouse, hosted by Khuron Khan!
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untilOn Thursday, June 3rd starting at 8:00 PM EDT on the Balmung server, Khuron Khan is hosting the finale to his current RP arc! Join in the conclusion of the story to put down all the foes we've faced thus far once more alongside our allies, and finally take on the Tribunus Lucian!
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untilFrom Khan: Hey guys! We've been authorized a SHITPOST EVENT! It's going to be fun, exciting, and happens on Tuesday, March 16th at 8:00 PM EDT! We'll meet up at the Teahouse? What is it going to be? To be honest, I don't know yet--need to do some research, ask around, and poll to get an idea what the folks want! So until then- en- WAIT WHAT'S HAPPENING AAAHASOD[AAPS APOWDKPOASKD IM BEING HACKED, HELP "SO YOU COWARDS STOPPED PLAYING SKYRIM? FINE- I'LL BRING SKYRIM TO YOU!" TODD HOWARD PRESENTS - COERTHAS "SEE YOU THERE, COWARDS."
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untilOn Wednesday, March 10th at 8:00 PM EST on the Balmung server, Khuron Khan will be hosting the second part of Yen'to Tajaan's character spotlight event themed around survival after being washed ashore on an island! Those who didn't take part in Part 1 are still welcome to attend! Please have Stormblood finished or the Ruby Seas unlocked. Although not mandatory, please try complete the aether currents so flying and getting into location is easier!
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untilOn Wednesday, February 24th starting at 8:00 PM EST, Khuron Khan will be hosting a swashbuckling character spotlight for Yen'to Tajaan on the Balmung server! Contact Khan for more information!
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until"So, Faye- listen, this is gonna be an easy and simple job fer sure! No more spooky Imps or PTSD-inducing past enemies! We just gotta find a Scan that went missin' in an Allagan lab, escort him home, easy gil! I mean, what's the worst that can happen?" - Khan ... ... ... SOMEWHERE IN MOR DHONA... < WELCOME TO STATION PHILIA > < PURPOSE - TO ASSIST ALLAGAN YOUTH TO FIND LOVE FOR THE SURVIVAL OF THE ALLAGAN RACE AFTER THE XANDE INCIDENT BY TRAINING THEM THROUGH THE DIFFERENT SIMULATIONS CONCERNING BONDING SCENARIOS & PERSONALITIES OF THEIR MATCHING DATA UNIT, WITH CONDITIONAL RELEASE IF THEY PASS ALL THE TRAINING SIMULATIONS WITH ACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS... > < NEW SUBJECTS HAVE ARRIVED - INITIATING TRAINING PROTOCOL... > < TESTING TRAINING NODE INTEGRITY... > < INITIATING PERSONALITY PROTOCOL 12 > "I-Idiot, n-not like I like you or anything...!!!" < TRAINING NODES INTEGRITY ARE GREEN AND READY TO BE ASSIGNED... > < TRAINING NODES ASSIGNED - WISHING ALLAGANS WELL > A shitpost RP event on Monday, February 8th starting at 8:00 PM EST on the Balmung server, brought to you by Khuron Khan!
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untilSOMEWHERE IN GYR ABANIA... There she was again... who was she? She seemed so familiar, yet he could not ever remember what she fully looked like or why she was there. Regardless, he thought he could trust her. He felt safe, couldn't help but smile when she spoke. Did he look up to her? He certainly felt admiration--felt like he had an older sister despite being the only child... Who was she? The Miqo'te smiled down at him, sympathetic, encouraging. "You almost had it that time, Ragnald. You're only stumbling over the lines the censors-" she took a moment to breathe out whatever emotion she was experiencing, pressing her lips together to maintain a mostly neutral, placid expression, "asked us to change from the original script, anyway. The ones everyone knows by heart from childhood. It's... a stumbling block, sure, but nothing we're not nimble enough to leap over, yeah? Only a few little hiccups beyond that. I know you're feeling frustrated. I know you want to be perfect right away, and I know it all seems impossible sometimes, with everything else going on in our lives. But... don't give up so easily! If you care about this, and I know you do, then keep working at it, keep practicing. I know, boring, right? 'Teacher, you give the worst advice, your boring suggestions ARE what's frustrating me,'" she teased playfully, laughing. "It's difficult to care about something so much, isn't it? It hurts sometimes." She hoped her student couldn't see the pain in her own eyes as she spoke, seeing in him a hundred other children for whom she cared. The pain of losing their bright imaginations to the harsh cruelties of the world was so great, she wondered what she wouldn't do to stop that from happening. Was there an upper limit on what she would sacrifice? "It would be easier not to think about it at all, but... that's part of what makes us people. Our dreams, our hopes. The fact that we struggle and fail and keep on trying. I think... as long as we can hold on to even an onze of that, half an onze! We can always find our way back." She held out her hand, smiling warmly. "So, what do you say? The scene takes place on a roof? I say, let's go to the roof! Let's make our hard work as un-boring as possible." He smiled, clapping his cheeks to hype himself up before reaching his hand forward for hers, ready to get up... Yet the hand that grabbed back was not hers, the sweet voice of his teacher replaced with a tyrannical one: This face he saw clearly. The instructor's knee drove into the youth's stomach. The kid doubled over, kneeling before the instructor. "PATHETIC! ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC! I KNOW THE STANDARDS FOR SAVAGES ARE ALREADY LOW, BUT THIS?" the instructor sent his rifle's butt toward the youth, driving him further down as the kid wheezed out and in, rolling over to his back as he shook in pain. "AGAIN!" the instructor demanded. "L-LEGIO!" the boy screamed, the vision of the kind Miqo'te disappearing ever so slowly... "AETERNA!" The instructor kicked the youth, forcing him to roll yet again, giving him no mercy nor respite. "LOUDER!" the imperial barked. "VICTRIX!" "LEGIO! AETERNA! VICTRIX!" Ragnald woke up. The war whistle sounded as the artillery firing began, his legion charging onto the frontlines toward the Ala Mhigans and the Eorzean Alliance. Ragnald was not far behind. He frothed at the mouth, cursing and screaming at the "savages" as the youth rebuilt as a machine of war went to battle. "LEGIO!" His right hand, covered in Magitek plates, crashed into an Ala Mhigan's jaw. A sickening crunch was heard. "AETERNA!" His knee crashed into an Immortal Flame's head, a rock behind it used it as an anvil, the knee as a hammer as the head was popped like a grape. "VICTRIX!" His hand left rocketed toward to another Ala Mhigan, repeatedly bashing into her skull as he could no longer recognize his own countrymen. Yet, he was crying, stuck in an eternal nightmare, begging for someone to wake him up.... SOMEWHERE IN ALA MHIGO... The Ala Mhigan officer nodded, stamping down the paperwork before looking up to Sgt. Baxter. "Operation is approved. If we rescue that boy, it's a great win for our morale, good insight into their indoctrination, and more information of those like him. We failed our children once. We shalt not do so again. "Send them in. "Rescue that boy. Bring. Him. Home." The second half of Alyona Amariyo's Spotlight, a retrieval mission for the Imperial conscript Ragnald, will take place on Wednesday, January 27th at 8:00 PM EST on the Balmung server, hosted by Khuron Khan!
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untilSOMEWHERE IN ALA MHIGO... "I don't feel good about this, Ser..." the Ala Mhigan officer stared at the paperwork awaiting the stamp of approval. He sighed as he looked over the contents of the request: an Imperial had an audacity to ask for a deal consisting of "singing like a canary" if given the right to have one dinner with a particular person and her friends. "Dealing with Imperials? Especially a nutcase like that one? Are you sure it's wise, Ser? It's hard enough to trust an Imperial whoreson to uphold a deal, even harder to trust one that just murdered his own," the officer continued as he remembered the recent troubling report; an Imperial infiltrator broke into the gaols, and judging by the pathways he left open and the discovered chocobos for two, they assumed he was there break their prisoner out. Instead, the infiltrator was, for reasons still unknown, incapacitated by the same person he tried to rescue, tortured, then eventually executed with the prisoner still in his cell, despite a clear pathway to freedom. Even stranger? Whereas the prisoner was once silent and refused to leak any info despite all the methods employed, he promised to talk as long they fulfilled his "request." "I don't like it either, son, but we have no choice," the superior responded, looking over the reports. "This monster was responsible for erasing anyone that even hinted being disloyal to the Empire in Ala Mhigo. He knows the fate of hundreds, and the family of those hundreds need to know peace. Not to mention, he can tell us valuable insights within their secret operations. If the price be just a dinner with his girl and friends? It's a small price compared to what I can think of..." The Ala Mhigan officer sighed before nodding. He stamped down the paperwork request, approving it. "We found out this 'Alyona' is in Gridinia. We'll reach out." The Ala Mhigan officer nodded once more before looking to a photo that the prisoner clutched so earnestly... He clicked his tongue, frowning as the pink haired Miqo'te looked way too familiar. It seemed that judging by the prisoner's fond attachment, they were both familiar with the person of interest. "Seven Hells, Mockingbird. Thought you were dead." On Wednesday, January 20th at 8:00 PM EST, Khuron Khan will be holding a character spotlight event on the Balmung server for Alyona Amariyo!
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until"Ul'dah, the Jewel of the Desert - a city that prides itself as the bastion of civilization in a swath of desert filled with dangers. Yet, many would say the biggest danger lies within the city itself, for the real monsters prowls inside the walls of the city, where ambition and greed regularly triumph over decency and hope. But mayhap there is still room for justice? A man has been murdered, a common occurrence in the city where backstabbing has become routine, yet his status as a well known actor will pull those uninvolved into the vile plot. The stage is set, the curtain is pulling- it's time for the play to begin." On Monday, January 25th at 8:00 PM EST, Khuron Khan will be hosting a murder mystery investigation styled RP event!
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untilSOMEWHERE IN GYR ABANIA... "Ugh, Gods! It's a fucking massacre!" the Ala Mhigan Officer cried out before holding a rag to his nose to cope with the stench of the rotten corpses before him. He swept the area darkened by the night with his gaze as his comrades flanked him from both sides. They, too, complained of the stench. Although it was hard to see, they couldn't help but notice the amount of fallen figures and blood splatters everywhere. "Lantern, lantern!" the Officer barked. Upon command, the soldier to his left lifted up his lantern to brighten the area--an action he'd soon regret, as their complaints stopped the moment the lantern's flickering fire showed the true scene in front of him: Dozens of dead Ananta, the snakewomen of Gyr Abania known for their fighting prowess, had their corpses decorating the entire area with no survivors in sight. Many of them had arrows pinned against their flesh, gashes and cuts aplenty from blades from an unknown enemy. Even the oliphants were given no refuge as they lied limp on their sides, showing no sign of life. But what made the Ala Mhigans vomit was the way they were displayed... Every single of the Ananta hung upside down from nearby edges of the mountain walls and trees, coils made out of vines wrapped around their lower end with hands ever reaching for the ground. Some of them had their tails chopped off, some had their heads taken. Tusks of the proud eoliphants were cut down, as well. "...Who the hell would do this?" one of the Ala Mhigan soldiers cried out, clearly horrified at the sight. Not even the Imperials could match this sort of cruelty. "We got to call this in, Sir...." .... "Sir?" The Ala Mhigan soldier turned about, his eyes widening as both his fellow private and officer suddenly disappeared, the only trace of their existence being their dropped weapons. Shaking, he drew his weapon. The sword unsheathed as he pointed at the darkness in fear. "Th-This isn't funny! Agnar!? M'nama!?" the Ala Mhigan slowly retreated, pointing his sword at his front as he backpedaled. This wasn't funny, certainly wasn't an experience he wanted. The Ala Mhigan begged Rhalgr for strength, pleading this to be a cruel joke pulled by his comrades. Suddenly, a loud clang interrupts his thoughts. The Ala Mhigan swung his sword, pointing his blade at the source. An Ananta corpse stared back at him, the dead eyes of the snakewoman locked onto his. He let out a sigh of relief... then he froze... Another set of eyes blinked behind the Ananta's eyes. The "corpse" slowly rose up, revealing that the dead Ananta's face was worn by another that clearly had two legs. With a terrified scream, the Ala Mhigan turned around to flee, but met another dead end. Men wearing the faces of of Sahagin, Lupin, and Hrothgar stared back at him. As they closed in on the boxed-in prey, the once quiet night echoed the man's dying words, his pleads for assistance unheard by his comrades far away. The one who wore the Hrothgar's face turned West, the direction of his next prey. With a raise of his right hand, the hunters came out of the shadows, walking toward Gridania. These were just practice. The real hunt would begin against their fellow Dalmascan native: Silf Silverwood. Join for Silf Silverwood's Spotlight event on Thursday, January 7th at 8:00 PM EST on the Balmung server, hosted by Khuron Khan!
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untilSOMEWHERE IN EORZEA... < TARGET STRIGA AAN STRELISSIACEAE HAS BEEN LOCATED... > < UPLOADING COORDINATES...> < AWAITING RESPONSE... > ... ... ... < RESPONSE RECEIVED - DISPLAYING MESSAGES...> [ CENTAUR IS INBOUND... ] [ HYDRA IS INBOUND... ] [ BASILISK IS INBOUND... ] [ MANTICORE IS INBOUND... ] [ MEDUSA IS INBOUND...] Join for Strega Strelitzia's Spotlight event on Wednesday, December 30th at 8:00 PM EST on the Balmung server, hosted by Khuron Khan!
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untilSOMEWHERE IN ALDENARD... "Tribunus, it is done..." Caelus spoke, approaching the Tribunus who watched the replay of the meeting; from Caelus' recorded POV of the tense meeting. "Good, everything is going according to plan. The more they know, the better. Let our threat stew in their minds. Some will scoff, some will squirm- matters not, all that matters is they know everyone is a target," the Tribunus responded. "Tribunus, are you sure this is wise? With the war going on, we cannot divert our resources for a petty vendetta of-" "This is not a petty vendetta," the Tribunus interrupted, turning his gaze toward Caelus. "They've interrupted our operations and they will do so again. Furthermore, this is the Blue Viper's bastard, who happens to be harboring traitors...." Caelus nodded, going silent. "But worry not. We do not need to march our armies in there. The Eorzean's worst enemies are fellow Eorzeans... They'll act against their own, as long they are paid enough. Worthless, unloyal dogs." The Tribunus walked up to one of the photos. "This one was called Kaia Moonglow, was it not?" the Tribunus asked. "Yes, Tribunus..." "Ah, a monk, is she? Ah, even her family! Hmm.... We'll start with her, first. Call up the Corpse Brigade. Pay them to do what they do best: killing monks." "At once, Tribunus!" On Wednesday, December 16th at 8:00 PM EST, Khuron Khan will be kicking off his spotlight styled events with the Teahouse associates, starting with Kaia Moonglow!
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untilAT THE SHROUDROSE TEAHOUSE A missive is sent to the Teahouse from the Alliance... "Dear Faye Covington & Co., I promised you all support in however capacity we can regardless of our logistic situations- if they want to go after Eorzeans, those Imperial whoresons can get fucked. We are going to hand over one of the Imperial scientist you've captured for interrogation; hopefully, you can glean some information from him that'll support you and get more information about this...'Tribunus Lucian'- we can't find any mentions of him on record. Good luck. - Storm Sergeant Baxter" On Wednesday, December 9th at 8:00 PM EST Khuron Khan will be hosting an interrogation styled event that'll give more clues about the Garlean threat the teahouse is facing!
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untilFROM THE SKIES ABOVE LAVENDER BEDS, RAMIUS RASKE'S DRONE KEEPS VIGILANT WATCH BELOW, ROAMING AROUND THE PERIMETER FOR ANY THREATS... [ UNKNOWN INDIVIDUAL HAS BEEN SPOTTED AT 0700... ] [ UNKNOWN INDIVIDUAL HAS BEEN SPOTTED AT 1000... ] [ UNKNOWN INDIVIDUAL HAS BEEN SPOTTED AT 1300... ] [ UNKNOWN INDIVIDUAL HAS BEEN SPOTTED AT 1600... ] [ UNKNOWN INDIVIDUAL HAS BEEN SPOTTED AT 1900... ] Ramius, in his attempt to identify a persistent stalker harassing one of the staff members, has spotted an unknown figure constantly looping the same route over and over. Thinking that the figure is their stalker, Ramius has gathered the crew to chase after the stalker, hoping to put an end to the harassment. However, they'd soon find out that they have opened the Pandora's Box, revealing a threat that poses a danger to all those involved in the Teahouse. Khuron Khan will best hosting the kickoff this story arc on Wednesday, December 2nd at 8:00 PM EST! After the event sets up the foundation, he will be finalizing some of the stuff sent to him and will get back to the people who opted-in for their approval then we'll start the very wholesome adventure! Please contact Khan if you're interested in participating.
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untilINSIDE SHROUDROSE TEAHOUSE... Yet another parchment that stinks of booze and sea salt is pinned to the walls of the teahouse: "THERE ARE REPORTS OF PEOPLE FROM VARIOUS PARTS OF EORZEA GOING MISSING, FROM LOMINISANS TO ALA MIGHANS, TO FARMERS TO SELLSWORDS- BUT ONE THING THEY ALL SHARE IS THAT THEY'RE ALL CONSIDERED BOTTOM OF THE SOCIAL LADDER. POOR FOLKS AND PEOPLE OF LOW STANDINGS. DUE TO RESOURCES BEING STRETCHED THIN ACROSS THE GRAND ALLIANCE & OTHER LAW ENFORCEMENT FORCES, WE'RE BEING CONTRACTED TO FIND OUT WHERE THESE FOLKS ARE DISAPPEARING OFF TO- FIND OUT WHO'S CAUSING IT IF THERE IS ANY ASSHOLE KIDNAPPING IT, THEN EITHER PUT A STOP TO IT OR HAND THE INFO OVER TO THE AUTHORITIES. NEED GOOD LADS AND LASSIES TO HELP WITH THIS ONE. - KHAN." __ SOMEWHERE IN EORZEA... "Already done, Tribinus?" an Imperial clad in black asked as he approached his superior. He looked down below after reaching the Tribunus' side, gazing at the slain 'games' below- these last ones put up a fight, but it still wasn't enough to entertain the Tribinus. "Hmmm~ Still no fun! Mayhap need to change things up. Bring in the next sets of quarries, but hm- double the finder's fees for more... exciting games," the Tribinus replied, glancing at at his underling before turning his gaze back to his kills. "At once, Tribinus Lucian!" With an Imperial salute, the soldier scampered off to fulfill his Tribinus' will- the golden masked Tribinus stared out onto the dark raining horizons in thought. He remembered the infiltrators that tore up his Castrum- the ones who dared to try kill him with his own machines. The happy go-lucky girl. The fierce Viera. The drunken Highlander. The audacious not-traitor. The crazed kidnapper. The grumpy Miqo'te. He found them charming. He found them... entertaining. "I wonder how much of a fight they would put up?" Join for a missing persons investigation on Wednesday, November 18th at 8:00 PM EST. Please contact Khuron Khan if you're interested in participating!
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untilAnother paper that reeks of booze and sea salt is plastered inside the teahouse, obviously another wholesome mission from the 'honest' merchant! This will be a prison break from within event on Tuesday, November 10th at 8:00 PM EST hosted by Khuron Khan. This event will involve participants pretending to be prisoners under aliases and made up crimes. Event will involve combat. Please contact Khan if you're interested in participating!
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untilIn the backroom of the teahouse. a hand-drawn picture of what looks like the front of a Garlean outpost along marked spots with a letter accompanying it is nailed to the bulletin board. "OUR LOVELY CLIENTS NEEDS FOLKS TO SCOUT OUT THE CASTRUM BEFORE THEY COMMENCE THEIR OWN OPERATION. NEED HARDWORKING LADS & LASSIES TO GET IN, MAP OUT & NOTE THE IMPORTANT SPOTS, THEN GET OUT. LET ME KNOW IF INTERESTED." DMed event Wednesday, November 4th, starting at 8:00 PM EST hosted by Khuron Khan. Please contact Khan if interested!
