#G'rha Nunh

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all i do is log in and stand around my friends for screenshots, these days.

[locke-rinannis]

MY TURN MY TURN MY TURN

Ruran Vas and G’rha Nunh have joined your party!

Starting Dungeon: “Be wary, trouble looms ahead of us.”

Assisting: “You can count on me.”

Being Assisted: “A-appreciated, thank you.”

Idle Dialogue: “Things seem to be going well so far. …Knowing us, it means they are about to get worse, yes?”

Witnessing Rha KO: “Rha! I–…p-please hold on!”

Reviving Rha: “…Your time has not yet come, brother.”

Finishing Dungeon: “The danger has passed. For now. I pray there is respite afore the next.”

Ruran and Rha have been through many dangers, and so there is a mutual understanding on how well they can hold their own. The knight looks out for Rha when necessary, ready to break a tether or gaol or stack, and knows that Rha would do the same for him.

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Send “My Turn!” for Trust dialogue my character would have with yours.

[tsundozer]

Dating Pros/Cons: Rha

+♥ : Thoughtful: Rha is prone to small gestures throughout the day, to let you know he cares. Usually, it’s small things--dinner is always prepared, little notes and silly poems are left in obvious places or upon one’s bed, and he’s quick to fix whatever petty nuisance he may hear about, or wind up with a gift simply because he heard you talking about it, all often without much other than a “Hey, here, ah. Thinkin’ of y’, and whatever.” Or, maybe, you’ll just hear him playing music late in the night, when he thinks you can’t hear, working up some new song in your name.

+♥ : Loyal: If, by some miracle, you actually enter into a permanent romantic attachment with Rha, expect him to be there to the end, and then some. This is, in some ways, one of Rha’s greatest faults as well as his strongest assets, but romantically and otherwise. The man cares, very much, and once he’s bonded with an individual, that’s not prone to fading--even long after they’re gone.

+♥ : Spontaneous: Rarely is there ever a “normal day” with the man. Be it a sudden date, a surprise “game,” a romantic evening planned out in secret and unveiled with theatrics, or any numerous amount of exciting adventures, the man’s quirky unpredictability makes him an exciting and hard-to-pin-down partner.

-♡ : Temperamental: Rha is prone to excessive upswings and downswings, often subject to the violent and flippant whims of manic phases and depressive crashes alike. One moment, Rha may feel he’s a king (or, at least, he’ll say he feels like a king), and the next, the man is wandering about the train tracks, contemplating why he even gets up in the morning. To be with Rha is to weather the turbulent ups and downs and hard turns that make up the tracks of his life.

-♡ : Reckless: The man frequently endangers himself, and takes off on life-threatening jobs (or worse, engages in intentional self-martyrdom) without much thought of his own personal safety. Job-related injuries, personal consequences from poor decision making, and the deep, stomach-gnawing anxiety that one day, Rha isn’t going to come home, are all part and parcel to being an intimate part of Rha’s life in any capacity.

-♡ : Fearful: Rha is petrified of intimacy, the ghosts of the past looming over him at all hours. Not only must one deal with the way the past creeps up on him, the way he blames himself, the nights waking up in a cold sweat, clawing at themselves--there’s the way he’ll try to push you away, shut you out, at least until you’ve persisted long enough that he’s let you in, and insist, repeatedly, that you’re only setting yourself up to get hurt, by being with him, that this is going to end up like it always ends up--that something terrible. awful. will happen to you, because of him. 

Tagged By: @locke-rinannis Tagging: @emerald-sunrise @rhotanored @wyranimh @uhhhidkanyone? 

[relic-xiv]

Secrets of the Sagolii pt. 1: Rising Suns

Nonoimo leaned back across a chaise longue, taking up far less space than the length of the furnishing but letting no-one else near. Across the hall, the surprisingly lanky, spindly looking lalafell watched as women danced for him on a stage which he had made specifically for that purpose. He spun a comically villainous mustache before stroking along its length. If this were a film, which this absolutely wasn’t, because not only do films not exist and what are we even talking about but this is absolutely real life, there would be some ominous score in the background or something. 

If all had gone to plan, it would be at about this time that The Professor and his...well, whatever she was, would be staging their attempt to obtain the armillary sphere from his competition at Velena Imports. When he had caught wind that they were trying to unlock Shoshotepo’s tomb, he had sensed an opportunity. He had heard of the man. In The Field, it wasn’t hard. Every archaeology enthusiast had at least passing knowledge of the man, and those with...criminal leanings, were keenly aware of how much trouble him and his ilk had once been, many years ago. True, perhaps the man was on the straight and narrow now--or as narrow as someone like him could ever be, but at one time, he and his were nothing bout pain and quite a few financial losses. At least one exploding train. Yet, where others see trouble, Nonoimo saw only opportunity.  A threat can be counted as an asset, if only you are mindful of three things:

Everyone has a price. Everyone has something dear to them. Everyone will try and double-cross you.

If one keeps all of that accounted for, anyone can be considered to be in service to you. Every act of treachery just as valuable as your most loyal hounds. Suffice to say, it didn’t take long before he reached out: if they help him, he would give them one of the three gemstones they needed to open the tomb. At least, this is what he had told them. His show was interrupted, as were his thoughts, by the creak of a door followed by the soft chimes of the attached bell to his chambers. His head jerked sharply, and he stared with a shrewd expression towards the intruder. It was a thin, elegant looking hyuran woman which they settled on. One with calm eyes, and a subdued demeanor.

“Father,” she began. Her eyes cast down to the floor, as though ashamed of her intrusion. “I am sorry to interrupt your...show.” The women departed, just as she pardoned herself--they hid behind curtains, or left out another door. Nonoimo’s brow furrowed in disappointment. “We’ve lost another caravan, in the Sagolii.”

“The Amal’jaa?” Nonoimo straightened himself up. He allowed himself a long drag from his pipe before blowing out smoke rings in the direction of the now empty stage.

“No, Father. Not the Amal’jaa. It is...the sands. It swallowed them up, as though it hungered. At the mouth of Azeyma’s Path.” She hesitated, for a moment, “.. Where Azeyma’s path once was.” An important distinction--the ruins they sought were long gone, buried beneath the sands.

Nonoimo couldn’t help but scowl at the--at the incompetence of his men! Never mind that it wasn’t in any meaningful capacity their fault. Villainous madmen don’t exactly think along those lines, you see. “Useless little worms! They’re not worth the alms I throw them. Not the scraps of the scraps of the hounds!” He shoved himself off of his seat and approached the girl. He noticed how she shrank from him, in fear of his anger. He noticeably calmed, the lines fading from his face and his eyes losing their indignation in favor of a calm, placid acceptance. He climbed upon a dresser, confident none could see him in such an embarrassing act, to place his hand upon her cheek. “It is of no matter, Mualla. And this was never your fault. Soon, I shall have Ferun Terun’s Armillary. From there, no path shall ever be unlit by Oschon’s wisdom. All will be well. We just…” a sigh, “need to be patient.”

“And ensure our ‘friend’s’ success?” the girl--Mualla--intoned questioningly.

“Yes, dear.” Another pat to her cheek. “As a matter of fact! If you would be so inclined, perhaps it is time that you proved your value. Go to them. Aid them. Ensure that their efforts come to fruition. A new day comes! Let not the fresh sapling of an organization find itself burned, under the rising sun.”

Mualla couldn’t help but smile, at the notion of--of a chance to prove herself. To be Mualla Katirci no longer. She parted from Nonoimo, mouthing a brief ‘thank you,’ before parting and making her way to meet the band of intrepid scholars and adventurers, at the time they would all inevitably convene for their first expedition.

[harvestnunh]

A solemn conversation with @lominsadanandtheslewofstories on the docks turns into.....a pun-off. Sa’verjha’s slowly getting a hang of Dad Humor. It’s an art.

[tsundozer]

//I don't normally meme on this page but I FOUND MY BOY.

Strike your fancy, Ravi Zupa & Arna Miller (because)

[gyrabanian]

Look into my eyes: Rha for Memma and Romina. Oko for Sorrel/Jia.

Memma to Rha:Hope | Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment (For himself) | Envy | Indifference | Confidence | Insecurity |Greed | Desire | Optimism | Spite | Hostility | Kindness | Warmth | Intelligence | Experience |Trauma | Aggression | Gentleness |  Arrogance | Pride | Lust | Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting | You seem honest | You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off | You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless | You’re heartless | You’re inhuman |You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable | You’re struggling | You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult |You’re stubborn | I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion | I see a shining light | I see shattered remains | I see something familiar | I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful| I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble 

Romina to Rha:Hope | Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference | Confidence | Insecurity |Greed | Desire | Optimism | Spite | Hostility | Kindness | Warmth | Intelligence | Experience |Trauma | Aggression | Gentleness |  Arrogance | Pride | Lust | Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting | You seem honest | You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off | You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless | You’re heartless | You’re inhuman |You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable | You’re struggling | You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult | You’re stubborn | I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion | I see a shining light | I see shattered remains | I see something familiar | I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful| I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble

Oko to Sorrel: Hope | Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference | Confidence | Insecurity |Greed | Desire TO BE FUCKIN HEALTHY| Optimism | Spite | Hostility | Kindness | Warmth | Intelligence | Experience |Trauma | Aggression | Gentleness |  Arrogance | Pride | Lust | Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting | You seem honest | You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off | You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless | You’re heartless | You’re inhuman |You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable | You’re struggling| You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult |You’re stubborn | I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion | I see a shining light | I see shattered remains | I see something familiar | I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful| I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble |

[locke-rinannis]

the bros. BROS. BROS. BROS. BROS!!!!

moodboard // RURAN & G'RHA“When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching–they are your family. ”

Moodboard Meme.

[locke-rinannis]

💬💬💬💬 :eyes:

“Ah–Rha. Yes, …we are much alike in many respects, you know. Good intentions, all too willing to trust, and…so very open to being broken. Again and again. …He is stronger than I am. Rha picks himself up and keeps going, continues to trust and to hope, and to never give up on people. Including me.

He calls me his brother. The thought of…a brother does not always come with positive feelings, b-but when I call him the same, it feels…fitting. He is my brother–not in blood, but in bond. He is important…and perhaps that it why I have distanced myself…”

Send 💬 and my muse will say what they really think about yours. (Closed)

[tsundozer]

Would that I could play for you, the way she once did for me.

[tsundozer]

Firesday Morning, the Third Bell

Due to formatting, this is best viewed in the original google document.

[tsundozer]

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

Rha scoffed, “You’re askin’ me about love? I thought this was about th’museum. How long am I gonna be stuck in this godsdamned interview…? An’ why’s it keep turnin’ to my lovelife?” The man made a forlorn sigh, dashing the remnants of his cigar into an ashtray before sinking into his chair.

“Feels like it’s been well over a turn. Shit. Thal’s balls. –Anyroads, I love love. I love my kids. I love m’friends. Hells, I love my enemies. But, that ain’t what you’re askin’, is it? So perhaps I should say: I love th’ idea of love. I couldn’t tell y’how often I dream of the touch of another person, of givin’ my heart to another, an’ havin’ them give theirs back. At th’same time, though, I’m content to leave it at just that. A dream.” 

Slowly, the man tore his gaze away from the interviewer and looked off into an empty corner. The man grew pensive, distant. “Way I see it, ain’t nobody ever love me without it endin’–poorly. I’m–I’m scared, man.” He held up a single digit, “This ain’t goin’ on th’record. Y’ain’t writin’ none of this down, hear me? But I’m…terrified. That someday. I’m gonna lose another loved one or–worse, that I’m gonna have to put another loved one down, or, recognize ‘em as–as lost, an’ there ain’t nothin’ I can do t’save ‘em. That I’m gonna carry their weight, carry their memory, for the rest of my life on this blighted star.”He sighed, shakily, and swallowed back a lump forming in his throat. He raised a glass of water to his lips while quietly wishing he hadn’t given up drinking. “It’s fine though. I ain’t never gonna fall in love again. No way, no how.”

[tsundozer]

You Did Good, Rha.

//Done for a discord prompt: What would your character's last words be, and how would they die?

Rah settled comfortably against down sheets, an excess of comforters and quilts adorning him. His face had gone haggard and gray, lined with wrinkles and riddled with scars. On the mantleplace across from him, an assortment of photographs had been put in place. His wedding with Siri, and later with his next wife. Romina was stealing a kiss from him as she pjotobombed. Of course she would. Beside them, the wedding of Shaziya and Eleanor.

Memma's graduation day and first dig.

The opening of Fiona's own institute.

Svana winning a gladiatorial tourney.

Dozens of grandchildren.

The birth of his child, Rhivvy, and pictures of her gap toothed and gleeful beside her mother. Her hand was out towards the photo taker. She looked so beautiful. He imagined her hand was out for him, inviting him to come and see Belah'dia.

He was surrounded by friends. By loved ones. By his children. He faded to a joint harmony of Memma's guitar and Eleanor's piano.

There were so many tears. He made those tears.

But there were so many smiles. He made those, too.

He closed his eyes, feeling terribly tired. Perhaps he would rest, just for a time. He gave the hand of his wife one final squeeze. Romina was crying. She rarely cried, but he heard it. He reached and squeezed her hand, too.

When he shut his eyes, he saw Siri. She was waiting.

"I hope I did it," he said, "I hope I made them as happy as you made me."

[tsundozer]

Self-Knowledge: G’rha

TENDERNESS

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behavior, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best, you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathize. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

AGGRESSION

One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focused way, with honor. I’ll do Jia next for funsies.

Tagged By: @locke-rinannis Tagging: @wyranimh (Svana AND Vel :^) ), @cheche-dotharl , @io-saar, @kapreisun

[tsundozer]

Prompt #19: In the Cold of Winter

In the cold of winter, even the blazing Thanalan felt chill. As night settled, and the moon held high over the jewel of the desert, the cold made the museum feel all the more desolate, empty. Alone.

It was the sort of night that had Rha wrapped in a robe, a blanket slung over him atop of it, pacing the halls. He checked each room, shivering slightly. Each empty room. Nothing save for artifacts of the dead. Relics of the past.

That was him, wasn’t it? 

A relic of the past.

He slumped into a chair within the foyer, and watched the murky reflection of himself within the surface of a polished mhachi coffin.

In the cold of winter, the touch of another never chilled the heart quite so much. Hands like ice wrapped around Jia’s waist, and the gentle resting of the head gave no warmth. It was as if the evening sapped the warmth away from the girl he was with. Maybe she never had any to begin with. So they gave her theirs, instead, folding their arms around her whilst she read from her books in the organized chaos of her room-laboratory.

He made a feeble attempt to warm her with his own life, to fight away the cold that assailed them, and the cold that seemed to come from the woman herself. 

When had a loving touch, reminded him so much of the frost glazed upon the window pane?

In the cold of winter, Altansetseg was resplendent. The hearth was roaring, and she had taken it upon herself to celebrate the coming Eorzean tradition with a certain level of exuberance that only the fascinated-outsider could truly wear, the sort who saw something as all the more richer, having never grown up with it, having not taken it for granted.

Her home was decorated in lights, she had begged for a tree to be put down. She was teaching her little machines to play chimes for starlight carols. She planned on parading them through the city.

Altansetseg had never known that one could feel so warm, so whole, amidst the biting winter chill.

[tsundozer]

Prompt #13: Empty Nesting (Or, The Fruits of Fathers’ Labor)

One left for life One left for school One left for the heavens Whatever; I guess it’s cool.

So you’re left empty? A hole in your life? You find yourself dreamin’ of an afterlife.

Back when there’s kids, more than one life you wreck But now you can go on the run. Go start anew. Too bad the memories left come after you.

Do you imagine what they’d think? Do you remember how they’d feel? Do you still set their places at the table; Pretend it’s real?

Worst thing ‘bout kids is, they grow fast. The nights you spend ain’t gonna last. Yeah their pictures, dec’rate your walls But y’ain’t gon’ hear laughter in the halls You fall to tears packin’ their shit; you’re left bereft.

How it began, s’how it ends You mull about and check the mail from friends

Hey, G’rha. This is G’nerha. I was just writing to see how you were doing. You sounded really uptight in your letter last moon; it made me nervous--it made me nervous, that you seemed a little nervous too. That’s never the best sign, coming from you? Have you considered getting back in touch with your roots? Finding some family that wasn’t shit? I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure you were really okay? Are you getting enough sleep? Are you taking your medication? I guess I’d just like some confirmation that everything’s alright. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out okay? We’re not all like the ones you came from. Take care, I know you’re under a lot of pressure. Especially at this time of year. Hope to hear from you soon.

Do you know what you want? Do you know what you feel? Do you lie awake wishing you weren’t real?

Who would have thought, who could believe How you fall apart when they leave The skin under your eyes is growin’ slack Just like them, that age don’t come back.

Your resolve is gone Or maybe, it was all pretend. A brave face you wore for them. The great paradox of fatherhood, you see You do your job right an’ one day they leave.

In your success, you’ve brought about your greatest fear: Once you held them close; now they’re hardly here.