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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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until[ Sometime in the near future... ] "I've found you - " "I've found you - " "I've found you!" Dreams in the Teahouse shift. White and golden tendrils invading the minds of those that sleep within - the whisper of an ominous and angelic voice echoing. And then the rattling begins. Of doors and windows, kitchen utensils, the tables and chairs in every room. Like an earthquake. "I'm coming to see you. To hold you. We'll be together soon." And then a glass-shattering shriek, throwing everybody out of pleasant but uncanny dreams, too perfect to be comfortable. Awake, into the eerily cold and shaking Teahouse. Something was approaching. And it needs dealing with. ___ Join in for a combat RP involving Voidlike matters using Khan's rolling system taking place on Friday, April 22nd at 6:30 PM EDT at the teahouse and ARR locations, hosted by Samara Summerhall. All are welcome!
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So I've gone as deep as I possibly can into the backlogs of the RPC for information on the subject, and while I am aware the whole "void-touched/void-tainted" thing is primarily based in fanon with some few, small instances in-game that could potentially support it... I admit I'm at a loss as to what exactly the general consensus is on what makes a character void-touched. The traits, the lore (canon or otherwise), the methods of it happening, etc. I've found plenty of speculation on how it could be possible or what could cause it, and there are numerous posts about voidsent and the Void in general, but quite little on the discussion of actual void-touched characters and how people tend to RP them. I suppose I'm just looking for a general consensus on what they are, what makes a character void-touched, and the possibility of keeping such a thing within the boundaries of lore as we have so far? ( My question is kind of all over the place, apologies for that. Also apologies if this better belongs in the RP discussion forum - if a mod needs to move it, please feel free. ; u; )
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Thunder drummed in the skies on what was meant to be such a sombre and calm day as snow fell gently but now rushed as the four winds of Eorzea threw about the fragile droplets of water, a cry could be heard from beyond the veil that could only be described as a Daemon from the Seventh Hell rushing to take its wrath on the surface. Light brewed in the deep dark crags of this snowy fixture as the raw power of electricity spat from what was called in hushed whispers as the "Void". It began with one single spark of a brilliant purple, soon transformed into something willed with dread with the purity of its light fading into a mockery of its recognisable form. Another shout howled beyond the lightning that now opened up the deep crag for space and in that instance, dread begot life, mist pooled from an opening of the impossibly deep and dark, a hand frail and bony dug hard onto the warm grounds, blessed or malformed by the lightning, it still provided heat enough for the entry into this new world. A body followed as the agonising torture of what could be seen as a man, dragged his frail form out of the inky blackness and onto the Levi-touched ground. A blur was all that was known to him, huffing with moans of despair as the man attempted to garner a look at his surroundings and more so, frightened for his own safety for what he saw in that dark abyss would haunt him but also offer him the fearlessness, for what could be more terrifying than looking into the Darkness, and seeing it stare straight back at you? The cold swept in now as the unholy birth of this man dwindled from fantasy to reality, clearly something out of a book or fable passed down by generations as none could ever believe lest they see for themselves. More huffing whilst the frail physique of this stranger steadily brought himself to bare on both feet and hugged the wall for a sense of strength, the firm, solid frame left a small comfort for what he had witnessed, blessed was the natural laws that governed this plain of existence and something he welcomed, even with bated breath with the realization of this achievement, or rather, this abnormality, one thing was for sure, he was stranded. Wolves cried for the hunt at the back of the Elezen's mind, his thoughts collapsing into each other whilst he reasoned with his own logic on a solution to his predicament, shock had yet to settle on him and the following process of disbelief and anger to follow, little did he know that this process however will be satisfied when he had gotten to the surface and away from the deep, darkness of his traversal. The cold held no sway over when it came to sensations, a mild numbness kept hold, even after the slaughter of the hunters which thought him prey. His naked exterior attempted to navigate these frozen wastes but surely a man now splashed with warm crimson fluid from his earlier kill would be frowned upon at the sight, a hunger grew within him however, unnatural was this desire to feed and not the mundane appetite of the working man's meals would satiate this hunger for not only sustenance but something he would learn to refer to as... Aether. He gulped down his desires and pressed onwards over rolling hills, finding that the lack of clothing within this biome of winter and freeze would have killed the average mortal in mere minutes, something protected him perhaps? Or was something changed during his... Travel within the inky nothingness, it mattered little for the moment as he mastered his momentum in the snow until finally. Awe inspiring spires reached up towards the Heavens in defiance and blasphemy, "To try and reach the home of Gods by the hands of man." Was what came to mind as his deep blue eyes set upon the sights of Ishgard, the city limits were a sight for sore eyes as the scale kin had dealt damaging blows over the millennia to its grand structures and outer walls. He breathed in the freezing air but only felt illation at this sight city and its marvel, still his hunger buried deep within his very being and whilst the man made his way towards the outpost just outside the city, he knew this world would suffer for his very existence. Yet still he smiled....