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tacticalhimbo · 1 year ago

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XBOX DIRECT THOUGHTS

more of the same. more unedited, stream of consciousness reactions to the showcase

Fable

- Vegetable Enthusiast. He cute honestly.

- GIANT. PUMPKIN.

- The graphics are pretty and I love the idea of normal guy in fantasy world sm.

- is this thumbalina???? or whateva her name is????

- FABLE??? remake??? new game???

- I AM LOOKING

South of Midnight

- ooo swamp

- oooo stop motiony animation! i like the style

- baby possum baby possum baby!!

- i love the protagonist's style. she looks cool as fuck

- very interesting concept!

Star Wars: Outlaws

- massive and ubisoft?

- STAR WARSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! WOOO BABEYYYYY

- oh the protag seems cool! i love her little pet

- HEIST PLOT???

- AN EXCLUSIVE??? OH BABEYYYY

- already wanna rp her fr she's gonna be my babygirl who i defend to the death IDC!!!

33 Immortals

- ooh thunder lotus making another game! didnt play their other big one but it looked so nice

- pretty visuals as always tho!

- the death animation slapped honestly

- not my cup of tea gameplay wise buuut looks good

- 33 PLAYER CO-OP???!?!?!? WHAT DA FUCK

PAYDAY 3

- HUH

- do these games have a story?? i've only ever seen multiplayer maps and stuff.

- it looks fun honestly. like siege if it was cops and robbers

- dubstep gameplay edit holy shit

Persona 3 Reload

- ooh anime in unreal engine- PERSONA!

- i played a bit of 5 and i liked it honestly

- idk shit abt it but cool!

Avowed

- oo pirate game

- obsidian?? oh it's gonna be good

- it looks cool honestly. i love their style.

- battlemage combat fr

- i wanna play it

Sea of Thieves: Legend of the Monkey Island

- rare and lucas film???

- sea of thieves and star wars?????

- i mean get it ig!

- i didn't mind sea of thieves but it seemed repetitive

- m o n k e

Microsoft Flight Simulator 2024

- FLIGHT SIM SKFJFKDJD

- okay but the added mechanics and mission type approach seems fun

- it looks visually stunning as always

Microsoft Flight Simulator • Dune Expansion

- desert

- oh. it's dune

- is it bad i haven't seen that or read it? probably

- i mean cool tho! y'all have fun

- theatre experience too??? aight

Senua's Saga; Hellblade 2

- cave! scary. but pretty

- it looks pretty,, i like the character rendering

- the whispering is throwing me off i cant understand shit (and there's no subtitles)

- ohhhh that was trippy

- it's got my curiosity; i support women's wrongs fr (joking)

Like a Dragon: Infinite Wealth

- ooh another look at like a dragon?

- OH HE IS NAKED OKAY 😳

- ong wait is he in MIAMI?? IT LOOKS LIKE MIAMI

- HELP HIM!!!!

- oh new game

Fallout 76

- I GOT SO EXCITED THEN JUST "CALL OF 76"

- MY BRO AND I CHANTED "VAULT TEC VAULT TEC VAULT TEC-";#[#*$*$*$*

- Another DLC? Probably

- I don't hate 76 but I am very >_> toward the direction

- Atlantic City??? WE GET A NEW LOCATION IN AN ONLINE GAME????

- 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😡

Path of the Goddess

- ooh capcom. i s2g if it's more final fantasy.

- nothing against the series but man after sgf i'm salty

- okay it looks different. and pretty! love the mythos elements

Forza

- Oh my godddd fucking cars

- i mean cool! i just don't get the racing games 🤷‍♂️

- it looks nice tho? i can't tell what's real footage and what's game tbh

- the cadillac does look snazzy i cant even lie

- ALL THIS FOR 2 CARS?? shit's wild

ELDER SCROLLS ONLINE: Necrom (Shadow Over Morrowind)

- oh shit bethesda

- GOR FAMN IT ANOTHER ONLINE DLC

- eso was boring to me... then again i didnt play much bc paying for live is so tedious

- i am always a slut for this daedra tho. i dont remember his name

- tentacles yum yum

OVERWATCH 2

- overwatch??? fuck that game

- fuck the studio but also just fuck the game. it's not even any different from ov1 they didnt even do pve

- i mean cool heroes and design and lore but man. 😐

- story missions??? yeah right lmao

Persona 5 Tactica P5T

- chibi perdona

- cute style! see my last persona notes tho

- no new thoughts, looks aight

Starfield

- bethesda 3!

- the music is giving outer worlds.... tell me y'all hate that obsidian did better without telling me LSJDKDKD

- i mean. okay! it looks decent tho i can't be too mad

- it's got me curious about the story and lore if anything. i love space games 😌

- even the gameplay looks good... hm.

Jusant(?) // Font was hard to read

- ooo this style is nice. reminds me a bit of road 96

- i love the little blob. feeling very much cuteness aggression

- gameplay looks nice too! dunno about the lack of ui but maybe that's trailer purposes

Still Wakes the Deep

- ooh the water looks pretty

- so does the interior

- IS THIS A HORROR!!!

- im curious!

Dungeons of Hinterburg

- i thought this was the postal worker game honestly the style was similar

- it looks cute! again not my cup of tea but yea!

Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty

- KEANU!!!!

- YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

- SHOW US. SHOW US!! SHOW US KEANU

- 👁👄👁

- Still mad I won't be able to play it but I'll write my V's canon

- "Johnny, I'm dying. Nothing can stop that" OUGH

- wait... "i can save your life" DLC BASED ENDING???? NEW ENDING????

- Oh this district fucks

- BIG MILITARY MECH!!!!!!! AWOOGA

- NCUSA FEDS!!!!

- SCREAMING AND THROWING UP AND OUGHHHHH

- wait is it not coming to other consoles or?? they only showed an xbox release 🤨

Cities Skylines 2

- oh another cities skylines thing.

- this management system confused me honestly

- but i like watching ppl play it so! huge win

- it looks visually appealing

- curious about 2 because??? what are they changin

Metaphor

- atlus again okay

- is this another personal thing? i really am confused abt this aeries

- doesn't seem like it tho they said it was a new story

- it looks cool tho!

Towerborne

- creator of the who?

- this conematic style is interesting

- looks like a cute fantasy rpg

- nice that it's co-op and such

Clockwork Revolution

- oou bioshock infinite core

- the guy with the mechanical red carpet... iconic

- wait no stop this is looking more like bioshock with the gameplay i'm scared

- oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck

- bioshock infinite if it was good

- bioshock infinite if it didn't demonize bipoc revolutions against the white upper class

- bioshock infinite if ken levine was dead 😌💕

BONUS

- ooh-be soft??? is it not you-be soft??? i've never heard it said like that

- okay "we made it easier to find new gen consoles" but why stop supporting current gen entirely????

- also the "new" series s... i hate the fully digitalized concept

Then Starfield direct started and I couldn't be assed to write notes

#txt #sgf23 #long post #shut up jason

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sebastianshaw · 4 years ago

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RP meme from "Chapter Two:Infesting the World" in The World of Darkness Ratkin Breedbook, Part 2 of 2

"Not everyone follows the same path."

"They just define loyalty by a different set of standards."

"In fact, anything that brings about chaos is good, regardless of the consequences."

" It’s more important to assign blame when something fails."

"Infamy is good enough for them."

"They take pride in the accomplishments of their carefully bred offspring."

"A talented few find reasons to associate with other supernatural creatures."

" They’re high-maintenance relationships, to say the least."

" If you’re wise enough not to trust your own kind, scurry away from these places as quickly as you can."

"Travelers refer to these hideaways as “crash space.”

" After all, no one can give a dirty look like your momma can!"

" The only way to depose such a ruler is to kill him and conspire to take his place."

"If his solution is unpopular, his enemies may attempt to conspire against him, or even kill him."

"Any who fail to depose him will be exiled, crippled, killed or even eaten, depending on how much the ruler hates him."

"This usually involves driving the rage of everyone present to a fever pitch."

"The participants begin by launching into ritual combat, lashing at each other with non-lethal weapons."

"Everyone present turns on each other for a brief while, fighting bitterly over trivial matters until the swarm is full of fury."

"There are reasons for such prolonged isolation."

" The desert isn’t really desolate, after all; it just teems with life most humans don’t recognize."

"Watch your step; from here on out, things get a little strange. . ."

"Sadly, a few of these legends have at least some basis in fact."

"Ever hear odd noises in an old house late at night? You

don’t believe it’s the “house settling,” do you? Do you really think it’s just “hot air expanding in the walls?” Of course not."

" As long as no one goes poking around under the stairs, or gets trapped in the crawlspace under the house, everyone stays happy."

"If you haven’t already been dissuaded from risking your life in one of these otherworldly dimensions, you’d best study up on the spirits who live there."

"Pain-spirits seek out places of suffering, whether it’s inflicted by torture, torment or infection."

"Anyone who owns an electronic device inhabited by this spirit becomes its owner. . .or its victim, depending on your point of view."

“Really, the computer likes it when I sing.”

"I’ve never understood why we have this tradition, though."

" I guess this is a way to hand down the same stereotypes from one generation to the next."

"What, do I sound a little cynical?"

"C’mon, ask me about someone you’ll really have problems with.”

"They like to play pranks on people."

"Crap, you studied for this, didn’t you?"

"You already know about these bastards."

"Don’t tell the boss I told you that, though."

"These guys are great."

"These guys are great. Born thieves and deceivers."

"These guys are great. Born thieves and deceivers. Like the ravens they live with, they like shiny things, and love secrets even more. You gotta watch ’em, ’cause they’ll set themselves up in a perch somewhere and spy on everything they can."

"You gotta watch ’em, ’cause they’ll set themselves up in a perch somewhere and spy on everything they can."

"Make sure you betray them before they betray you."

"Pretentious, egotistical assholes."

"I think they eat children and drink blood."

"Where’d you hear that word?"

"Okay, are we done with this?"

"That was pitiful. Let me do this."

"I’d watch this guy if I were you, kid."

"They’re all, like, radical feminists and lesbians and stuff."

"Yeah, that’s right, they’re females who have weird ideas about breeding."

"They tend to have trouble controlling their anger, so I’d think twice about starting a fight with one."

" All I’m sure of is that they all act like they’ve got something to prove."

"That means that it’s really easy to push ’em into a frenzy."

"Once you get them angry enough, it’s easy to outwit them."

"Make some smart-ass remark about their riot grrl combat boots, and you’ll have them swinging at anything."

"Here, let me do this one."

"Street people are desperate, no matter what they really are."

"First off, don’t try to poison them. It’s futile. They drink stuff that would make rat’s piss taste like champagne."

"First off, don’t try to poison them."

"They drink stuff that would make rat’s piss taste like champagne."

"Don’t fight them unless you absolutely have to."

"I hear they’ve got all sorts of dark rites they perform when no one’s around. Even if it involves sacrificing humans, I still don’t want to see it.”

"I hear they’ve got all sorts of dark rites they perform when no one’s around."

"Even if it involves sacrificing humans, I still don’t want to see it.”

"I wouldn’t want to meet one of those critters anywhere!"

"Seems they’ve got a habit of going back on their word, or trying to Clinton their way out of trouble."

"I hate these guys."

"I hate these guys. Two words-- Sanctimonious nobles."

"They're just a shadow of who they used to be."

"Now they’re all dangerously inbred, half-insane and overcome with depression."

"I can never tell if one of ’em’s going to kick my ass or challenge me to a game of go."

"Too damn smart for their own good."

" Seemed like a good idea at the time."

"So, anyway, a long time ago I was watching this TV show called In Search Of. You know, with Spock? And they had this story about a place called the Roanoke colony, where there was a bunch of settlers. Pilgrims and shit. And then one day, they all mysteriously disappeared, and the only clue was one word scratched on a tree; Croatan."

"No more crack for you, okay?"

"No, you idiot! That’s it, you’re not doing this anymore!"

"They’re never coming back!"

"All right, let’s wrap this up."

"These guys are no friends of ours."

"They hate chaos and things they can’t control, so they hate rebels like us."

"Nothing worse than a sulky guy who throws lightning bolts."

"His name sounded kinda like a sneeze."

#roleplay meme #roleplay memes #roleplay starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #my meme #my memes #my starters #werewolf the apocalypse #ratkin #world of darkness #out of shirt #okay to reblog

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fulgensun · 4 years ago

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; about Spira - through the Fiends Tales

I said I would have done it, and here it is. While not being a very good in-game mechanic, one which can even be soft-locked in case YRP level up too fast, the Fiend Tales in FFX-2 aren’t completely silly, or useless in my opinion. They offer much to think about, mostly because they do reflect a non-idealized vision of Spira -- contrary to what Tidus’ POV may offer us, before shifting into something else, something bigger and closer to reality. The Fiend Tales are, in fact, stories of Spirans, people who died somehow and turned into monsters -- some before, some during and some other even after the events of both FFX and FFX-2.

They narrate their tales to Yuna, presumably (she has to catch them, after all), and find a way to either ascend to the Farplane or to avenge their death, if violent one. They are common folk, priests, heretics, Al-Bheds, elders, children even -- ! What I found fascinating was that their tales did offer slices of common life of all major Spiran cities, routines, dangers for certain workers and habits, even traditions... all part of a Spira we haven’t really seen in-game; for what use is a firework festival in Besaid to a future Summoner or their Guardians ready to eradicate Sin, for example hmm ? Yet it exists, in the FFX universe. SO. I decided, for rp sake and to also make things a tad tidier, to list and explain here some of the things about these Spiran Tales that I consider cute, funny, important or worth some more thoughts. I’ll leave the specific Tales next to the info, too.

-- Children in Spira attend a school, the Temple School. Obviously founded by the Temple, it makes sense it provides a basic education while indoctrinating them to Yevon -- which isn’t hard to do anyway, before and during FFX; orphaned children are also taken by the Temple / Temple schools, most likely trained to either become priests or warrior monks in adulthood. Monks, specifically, are trained to what gets called ‘Yevon Academy’, which prepares them for military life; its volunteers move to this academy and don’t see their family till they graduate, but can write them letters. [ Doggo the Coyote, Big Mama the Protochimera, Jaws II the Xiphactinus, Happy-Birb the Peregrine ]

-- The Tale of Happy-Birb is very sad, and refers to children and temple. I feel it gives us a good example of how hard life could be, for... a rather gifted kid. “ I always kept to myself in a tiny room in the temple, staring outside my window. I had no friends, no family to look out for me. If I were to suddenly vanish one day, would anything be different? Since I was supposedly orphaned after an attack by Sin, I was raised in the temple of Kilika. They tell me my parents were killed by Sin, but I know it’s a lie. Why would I be the only one to survive? The monks told me I had to be strong to provide hope for the future of Spira. I didn’t want to go on living in such a sad world. So I decided to take a gamble. One night, I fled the temple. [...] But when I encountered a fiend in the woods, I froze. I don’t want to die, I screamed. I truly wanted to live. ” Don’t the monks’ words sound familiar, to you? It’s speculation, but it sounds like this child exhibited the potential to become a Summoner, his family refused to let him train as one and they were disposed of -- so that the child could come into the “custody” of Yevon and ‘provide hope’. Summoner potential isn’t hereditary, mind that, but you kinda get the mentality that might have made Braska think Yuna wasn’t safe in the religious capital of Spira. The boy, here, was just ten years old.

-- Spira has a considerable amount of criminals, for a world that should - utopically, be united by the tragedy Sin represented for everyone. Thieves considering burglary their very ‘grand career’; killers having no remorse in deceiving old people to obtain their inheritance; Al Bhed hitmen sent to kill Yevonite children in temples or wandering priests, children kidnappers, kids thieves in Luca killing one another for money, etc. [ Bulbasaur the Purpurea, Mittens the Couerl, Brick the Bicocette, Bolt Josh ]

-- Engagements are a quite serious thing, considering a family could not bless the union if the suitor was of a lower class (even between relatively common people), or just too poor to be deemed worthy. A refined girl from a well-to-do family in Bevelle was forbidden, for example, to love a young sailor. Engagement rings are also a thing, and the Moonflow riverbanks are lovers’ favorite dating spot. [ Frosty the Flan Pallido, Boko the Chocobo, Venom the Gucumatz ]

-- So many Tales from children, it kinda gives off a very sad vibe considering they too can turn and not reach the Farplane. Many are attacked by monsters, some lost in the desert, way too many others have drowned by the Moonflow when left unsupervised. One Tale tells even of a young thief, a child, who died in jail. Being Spiran kids seems dangerous. [ Lesser Josh, Squelch the Amorphous Gel, Scooter the Vespa, Nexus the Dark Elemental, Widow the Black Elemental ]

-- The Tales narrate of children’s stories and legends. To make their children behave, tell them to stay put and be good, else ‘they will turn into fiends’: the more they misbehave, the uglier their monster form will look. Another old legend says spirits of people who died a violent death make their way to the Moonflow to bloom with the moonlilies. I found this last one is very similar to the old bedtime story in the FFX novel, where Old Spirans believed the souls of the dead bloomed as flowers in the Farplane. With the advent of Sin, though, and the spread of religion, this tale was forgotten. [ Petal the Ochu, Cyanide the Assassin Bee ]

-- The Temple of Macalania is sinking, as Shiva’s Fayth is no more and there is nothing to freeze the lake now. Many people remained trapped in their rooms inside and died during the sinking, like some wives and children of Macalania priests, for example. The few survivors performed their funeral . [ Mayo the White Elemental ]

-- Apparently, people living near Gagazet have a rite of passage for adulthood, which takes place as a boy reaches 20 years of age. He must climb the peak of the mountain alone in the dead of the night and bathe in the first morning lights. Needless to say, it’s quite dangerous, but the Tale is pretty funny. [ Wuff the White Fang ]

-- The excessive usage of machina, by the time of FFX-2, is starting to pollute the water and air. It is said fish and birds are starting to suffer because of it. [ Daisy the Haize ]

-- The punishment for murder, in Spira, is execution. Hissss the Kukulkan was sentenced to death, mistaken for the killer when he was a mere witness of said murder. He spent one year in the cell of Bevelle -- most likely Via Purifico ones (all monsters in Via Purifico are people who were executed nearby -- aside from Omega who was taken to the ruins), to then being sent to the gallow.

-- Malboros have very long lifespans. Their average one is about 300 years, and a legend says the insides of a Malboro over 500 years old are linked to the divine. There’s a legend of a monk who was swallowed by a 700-years-old Malboro, survived the digestive fluids and returned to his people with his battle garb still on. [ Vape Nation the Malboro ]

-- In Luca, if the Goers win Blitzball matches, pubs and bars offer everyone free drinks. In Kilika, instead, barmaids also dance, which is seen as quite the spectacle. Men usually flock to those bars to drink and also bring gifts to the most beautiful dancers, even ending up in fights for their attention. [ Jub Jub the Archaeothyris, Venom the Gucumatz ]

-- Religious Spirans believe in reincarnation. Yuna mentions it in the Ultimania too, referring to her father, and theorizing if, one day, she’ll ever have the chance to meet his soul again, born anew somewhere in Spira. It kinda goes against the principle of souls dwelling in the Farplane, but it’s useful to remember those are mere illusions anyway. A tale says that ‘when looking into the water of an oasis after a sandstorm, you can see yourself in a past life’. [ Venom the Gucumatz ]

-- Footage of Zaon becoming a Fayth exist, and are stored inside long-gone and deactivated machina still found near Zanarkand Ruins, which once served to protect the couple during the Machina War. One of these footages shows Zaon embracing Yunalesca, and her promising him her love and to return safely. [ Punt the YAU71 ]

-- Music seems important in Spira. Yevon Maesters hire musicians, since the most popular music seems to be Yevonite one -- religious, solemn type, played with harps, horns and strings. There seems to be an annual Yevonite concert for the Maesters too. Still, Spira’s most rebellious teens have started rejecting such old-fashioned music and guitars are spreading among youth nowadays. [ Casper the Lich ]

-- At some point in Braska’s pilgrimage, the trio arrived in Bikanel and got separated. A Cactuar and Jecht met at the oasis; the man taught the friendly fiend how to play Blitzball and signed its ball. “ A guy with a huge sword wandered into the oasis. He had strayed from his traveling mates, and he stayed with me for three days. He taught me how to blitz! We didn’t speak the same language but I had fun. I’m clumsy, so it takes a lot of practice to get better. He used to say ‘The only thing the untalented can do is practice!’ with a big laugh. [...] I heard a rumor that said he was dead, but it’s just a rumor, right? ” [ Needler the Cactuar ]

-- A Besaid Festival exists, and it includes a fireworks moment. While Luca has a Eating Contest, where the competitors have to eat 200 crispy-outside, juicy inside Luca sandwiches. The local champion was poisoned before the contest started. [ Akao the Sahagin Prince, Mr Creosote the Anything Eater ]

#meta tag.#[ i left out the most stupid and absurd like.... belgemine's bootleg noah's ark ]#[ or just people who turned into fiends bc they were stupid ]#[ or worse ]#[ as well as shinra being whatever that is ]

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jcmorrigan · 5 years ago

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im curious (again XD); do you have any favorite mozenrath headcanons/or headcanons in general ? :D

I mean, I see him as a very anti-social person most of the time - his ideal fun day is just reading in his library all day - but I do think if you met him up with people who shared his lack of moral compass and ambitious fervor, his walls would come down a bit. (I mean, I have a whole crossover fic about this, and then I got into a Disney villain RP where I wrote as him and the exact same thing ended up happening with a different group of characters entirely)

I think it’s pretty canon at this point that his favorite color is blue, but in case it isn’t - he loves blue. Everything must be blue. It’s an AESTHETIC.

I’ve modified my backstory for him a few times, but it usually boils down to: he was one of Cassim’s children (I used to have him as Aladdin’s twin but now he’s a half-brother who peaced out of that house when Aladdin was a babey), he felt his father was an absolute jerk who didn’t understand his intellectual pursuits (and really, his instincts were kinda right, since Cassim ran off), he set out to find the most feared man in the Seven Deserts on purpose, Destane was impressed that a kiddo had managed to make it all the way to the Black Sands without dying, too bad Destane was more in the mood for a personal servant and test subject than an actual apprentice, but don’t get me wrong, as horrible as he was to Mozenrath, Mozenrath had actually fantasized about world domination BEFORE turning up on his door - and then, finally, Mozenrath got a lucky shot and managed to suck the life out of Destane.

Also, Destane at least kept the people of the Black Sands human while he subjected them to his iron-fisted rule. Mozenrath was the one who decided they should all be shambling undead

He doesn’t want to talk about the actual two weeks he spent inside Dagger Rock. I’m thinking Mirage let him out for a lark because she knew the playing field was just that more evil with him on it

Mozenrath can literally necromance - the Mamluks aren’t just drained of life force; they were killed and brought back intentionally half-souled. He’s a one-in-a-million case for having this ability; however, necromancy =/= healing and therefore he cannot extend his own life force with his own magic, nor can he resurrect himself once his own soul hits the afterlife

He isn’t a Muslim but actually closer to a Zoroastrian/Mithraist. This ties in to how I am pretty sure the Black Sands is Persia/Iran (but this is a more common larger headcanon). He may have been born into a Muslim family, but the moment he turned his back on Destane, he decided to adopt a practice that made more sense to him. However, in Mithraism, the belief is that Mithras, the good god, will defeat Ahriman, lord of evil. Mozenrath wants this to be the other way around. I actually like subbing in “Ahriman” for him for expressions where we might casually use “God” - “Oh, goddammit” for us = “Oh, Ahriman curse it” for him.

He also has a thorough knowledge of the other gods of the world. Just in case.

It’s canon that he knows about at least one other world, as he pulled the Thirdac from it. If you like thinking about Mozenrath in the Kingdom Heartsverse, nobody needs to explain to him what a Keyblade is; if Sora drew one in front of him, he’d just be “Oh. One of THOSE. All right, you’re a world-hopper.” He might’ve even toured a few.

This is more of a general Agrabah headcanon - ever notice how in the series, there ALWAYS seems to be a new sorcerer whose time has passed but left a MacGuffin lying around? Wizard Khufu, the Witches of the Sand, Khartoum, Shamash, Destane...I have it that before the generation Aladdin is set in fully took hold, there was an “Age of Sorcery” where these sorcerers controlled all. Jafar was basically the end of it; Mozenrath is a one-man revival who takes his cues from the sorcerers from old and studies their legacies. (Well, okay, Ayam Aghoul is another example in his own way)

Mozenrath and Ayam Aghoul are the two most compatible Agrabah rogues; we were robbed when they never had a team-up episode. Most of the folks at the Guild of Thieves, such as Amin Damoola, Abis Mal, or Mechanicles, Mozenrath could not STAND. Aghoul GETS him, though. They both have morbid fascinations with death and ample collections of magic. Total bros.

Mozenrath isn’t afraid of death. Well, mostly not. What happens is that when the gauntlet starts to burn him too fast, he panics and realizes this might not be exactly what he wanted. But usually, he doesn’t mind spending a lot of his life force at a time because he feels it’s worth it, and sometimes, when faced with a near-death experience, he’s just...ready, only to be glad when he finds himself alive. His actual greatest fear is of dying sick/old/weak in bed. He wants to die going out with a bang: using up his last life force on some amazing spell that lets him get the last word.

The gauntlet has his affected body in constant pain - wherever the edge of his flesh is. (I used to think that around the time of the series, it was only his arm; then I saw an AMAZING fanart of him with his skin stripped from half his upper body so you could see through to his beating heart and I LOVE THAT so that’s where I place him.) However, it’s comparatively mild; just incessant. His pain tolerance is slightly better than most, but not completely (the Mukhtar’s ropes backfiring on him were significantly a different beast than the eating away of the gauntlet).

Gay, but during the time of the series, has never really cared enough about finding a partner to even wonder what his sexuality is. When your company is countless rotting undead, you don’t really have much room to find your type (though Ayam Aghoul would disagree and say that’s the BEST place to find your type - incidentally, to follow up, I don’t ship Mozenrath and Aghoul. They’re just bros. Aghoul is pretty straight and also incredibly not Mozenrath’s romantic type - though I did once read an amusing AU fanfiction that suggested Mozenrath was the person who Aghoul tried to “marry” with the enchanted pendant and also the one who turned it to backfire on him).

Don’t give him coffee. Just...don’t. He doesn’t handle coffee well. He gets incredibly hyperactive (read: destructive) and then just crashes unconscious.

I think that’s all I can think of for now. As soon as I hit “Post” I’m going to realize something super important I forgot, I KNOW it

Well, okay, this one is not really relevant to canon-compliant works but his drag name would be Brandisia Black it’s a long story

#mozenrath

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its-sixxers · 5 years ago

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Video Game Questionnaire

Tagged by @slothssassin!

Tagging any of y’all hoes (or non hoes) who wanna talk about some got dang VIDYA GAEMS

Rules: Fill in your answers below and tag some buddies!

-Games-

First game you ever played: Pokemon Red on the OG game boy. Hell yeah.

Favorite game: Don’t make me do this. D: Probably a toss up between: Heroes of Might and Magic III, Knights of the Old Republic (1 and 2), Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines aaaand Fallout New Vegas.

Game you hated at first but now love: Darkest Dungeon! I found out my gameplay groove and now really really like it. I didn’t hate it before, just found it frustrating.

Game you used to love but now hate: I don’t really hate any game that I used to love (even World of Warcraft), but I can’t ever go back to the Mass Effect Trilogy for reasons that are probably obvious to anyone who’s played it. I got hurt too bad man. :(

actually just recalled and this is gonna be a SPICY opinion: FFXIV. I had a lot of fun with it but the RP scene drove me off really fast. WoW’s Moon Guard gets a lot of shit, but FFXIV was miles worse for general grossness. I don’t begrudge anyone who has fun with the game or RPs in it (there’s a lot of fun lore!) but I don’t have the energy for trying to sift through that amount of nightmare to find like the dozen cool people lol.

Game with the best group/companion(s): This was a hard one. There’s games that have my favorite characters ever but also have some really annoying companions, there’s games with characters I like across the board but the execution is weak. I’m just going to say VTM Bloodlines for easiness’ sake. A great cast and I actually think I like them all for specific reasons. Yes, even Ming Xiao. Maybe especially Ming Xiao, actually.

A game with your favorite ending: Bloodlines even though I had to turn godmode on for the last combat portions teehee. I just love the twist. :D

A game with the WORST ending: See Mass Effect above. Yes it’s been like a decade, no I’m still not over it.

Best character customization?: HRMST. With mods, Fallout 4. Without - I played Black Desert Online for a whole 3 seconds and it had an insane amount of options but I found it overwhelming lol.

Also putting a cut here cuz long post.

-Hero and Companions-

Your favorite playable character: Jedi Exile or the Courier.

The funniest playable character: Garrett from the Thief series is a smartass and I love him for it. The Courier also gets some great options, naturally.

Your favorite companion(s): Oh christ here we go. Carth Onasi, Jolee Bindo, HK-47, Atton Rand, Kreia, Bao-Dur, Kaidan Alenko, Garrus, Tali, Wrex, Legion, The Entire New Vegas Gang, Butch DeLoria, Charon, Deacon, Preston.

Companions you could live without: This is a difficult one since even companions I’m not super fond of have their place and purpose in the narrative, usually. I’m going to say G0-T0 and Hanharr from KOTOR 2 as they kept that game from the Best Companions title lol. I don’t play dark side and both of them just felt a little underdeveloped for me.

oh and skadge from SWTOR, fuck skadge

-Relationships-

Favorite game friendship(s): Shepard + everyone, Morrigan and the Female Warden, Josie + Inquisitor, The Courier + everyone, Sole Survivor + everyone, Female Revan + Bastila, Exile + the new Jedi gang.

Favorite companion banter: This might make me a basic bitch but Deacon. The interplay between goofiness and sadness is just perfect.

A relationship you loved but went bad: Revan and Carth. It went bad because Revan fucked off to the Unknown Regions and left him behind, then we find out why in SWTOR (and they canonize Revan as a dude BOOOO) and it’s dumb lol.

A relationship you weren’t sure of but loved: Kaidan and Shepard when Mass Effect 2 rolled along. Being railroaded into working with Cerberus had me VERY annoyed at the time and Kaidan’s 100% right to also be mad about it so I was like oh god yeah I’d break up too. Mass Effect 2 has the best companions + side story but the worst main quest fight me. (Actually don’t pls)

A character you wish you COULD romance: Let’s list em off, shall we: D E A C O N, Nick Valentine, Glory, Nathaniel Howe, Bao-Dur, Nines Rodriguez, LaCroix, Beckett. Let me do it you cowards.

A minor character you wish could be a companion: Harding in Inquisition, Glory (actually most of the Railroad would be nice), Scout Haylen, Fahrenheit.

-Fun-

Shoutout to a random NPC: All the Jawas in KOTOR I love them. Oh and Officer Chunk in Bloodlines, that stupid, stupid man.

A game you love watching playthroughs for and want to play: I don’t actually seek out more than one let’s play of a game. :V I’d say the old Call of Cthulhu game though - it’s really neat but buggy as all hell and the one time I tried starting it up it ended up breaking real big time. It’s fun to watch people luckier (or more tech competent) than I am play it and I wish I could do the same.

Love watching playthroughs but won’t ever play: My boyfriend and I sometimes do this thing where he’ll stream a game he’s playing and I’ll sit in voice chat with him while I work with the stream in the other screen, so probably the games he’s done there. Most recent ones have been: Metal Gear Solid, FF7 and FF9.

Online gaming or solo?: I looove solo games but I love online more. Being in an LDR, playing games together online is really good. I enjoy having fun with friends, and I also enjoy the competitive aspect that comes along with online games. It really pushes me to be better at things and improve. Usually I’m in some kind of MMO - it’s looking to be WoW for the forseeable future right now. Sometimes I’ll get dragged into games like Planetside or Destiny and have a fun time for a month or two as well. :) I had a ton of fun with Sea of Thieves a few months ago too! Living our Captain Jack fantasy.

Why do you play video games?: More than ever recently - creative inspiration. I like poking into weird games or games with a really strong art direction or good writing. (EYE Divine Cybermancy, Pathologic, Sunless Seas/Skies, Cultist Simulator, Dishonored, Darkwood, and Darkest Dungeon being a few of them). I also just really like a good story and good characters. Being able to immerse myself in another world is great. I also play them for that little cookie of accomplishment - beating a hard boss (LOOKING AT YOU NAMELESS KING) or figuring out a puzzle (Cultist Simulator is chock full of those) or surviving spookies (Darkwood big time). Video games are great and they hold my attention better than TV or movies as I actually have to engage with them lol.

#tagged stuff #i have a somewhat eclectic collection of vidya i like aside from the mainstay RPGs #i wish there were more indie weird rpgs like there are indie weird horror games or shooters

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ofinkdried · 4 years ago

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INTRO: MUN // TASK #001

hey all!! i’m slowly working on bios and pages and such but I wanted to introduce myself first -- so here’s what’s technically was the first task?? im using it as the template for my intro so HERE WE GO!!

PERSONAL INTRO

name / alias : victoria / tor gender / pronouns : cisfemale / she/her where ya from ? : texas!! the current time : 4:29 pm height : 5′4 job or major : unemployed at the moment, but I have a degree in health science/health administration & a national certification in phlebotomy pet ( s ) : one doxie/beagle mix named Roxie favorite thing ( s ) about yourself : my ability to remember song lyrics better than my own name any special talents ? : uhhhh I can play 4 ( 5? ) instruments why you joined hqclouds : FUNNY STORY care was talking to me about some Tea ( we’re in another rp together ) and she made a comment about running an rp and im a bit of a sleuth and found hqclouds and decided to join meaning behind url : it’s ‘ of clementines ’ because one of my favorite halsey songs is clementine and i’ve been on a halsey kick as of late last thing you googled : ‘ fools troye sivan ’ because I wanted to send my friend the music video birthday / zodiac : october 29th / scorpio in your opinion , does your sign suit you ? : some days myers - briggs : I took it forever ago and don’t remember... ^^’ moral alignment : chaotic good hogwarts house : ravenclaw!! three fictional character ( s ) you see yourself in + why : oh gosh.... katherine from newsies ( dedicated, doesn’t take a man’s shit), emma from the prom (nervous gay who plays guitar), and flynn rider from tangled (jokester, very in love with our girlfriends) i started roleplaying : 2012 I think? types of rps i enjoy : definitely literate ones favorite fcs to use : I try to not reuse fcs a lot?? like I have some I prefer for certain characters, but I don’t have a strong draw to certain faces... fandom ( s ) you’d like to write in : musicals ( namely newsies ), fairy tail, the raven cycle fandom ( s ) you aren’t in but are curious about : uhhhh I dont really know... share a funny roleplay horror story : oh gosh I dealt with one girl who like... constantly gaslit me as a player and my characters, would make me feel bad for not responding immediately, made everything about her characters, and then got mad when I called her out on it? and now she goes to a christian school and says that rp is ‘ the devil’s work ’ and I just... yeah. fondest roleplay memory : I feel like the moment my now girlfriend and I realized we always do ships bc just had awesome chemistry and then started dating like, 4 months later. favorite canon muse ( s ) to play : connor murphy ( deh ), gansey ( trc ), spot conlon ( newsies ), jimmy ( bandstand ), lucy heartfillia ( fairy tail ) favorite original muse ( s ) to play : theo massard ( a boxer, jack barakat fc; had an AMAZING ship for him ) canon ships you can’t help but love : CATRADORA. none of my other ships are technically canon : / trope ( s ) you tend to be guilty of : tragic backstories, tough on the outside soft on the inside i prefer . . . angst , smut , or fluff : I wanna say fluff but I know care and megan will call me out bc I love angst more than anything long or short replies : mid-length pre plotting or chemistry : chemistry leading to pre plotting! sentence starters or headcanon memes : both? I love discussing headcanons single muse or multimuse blogs : multi!! gif icons , medium gifs , or static icons : typically gif icons, but lately ive been loving medium gifs grab the book nearest to you and pull a quote from it : ok so I have no books atm bc im moving, but the first book on my phone is the dream thieves, and the line I see first is “ The Gray Man considered what it must’ve been like to live like that, always waiting for your door to be kicked in. ” what’s a quote or song lyric that speaks to your soul ? : oh gosh, so many... “ I'm a walking travesty/But I'm smiling at everything ” ( therapy, all time low ), “ I imagine the tears in your eyes/The very first night I'll sleep without you ” ( roman holiday, halsey ), “ Am I the product of a problem that I couldn't change?/Got his eyes, got her hair/So do I get their mistakes? ” ( secondhand smoke, kelsea ballerini ) top current celebrity crushes : halsey, froy guiterrez, harry styles ( always ) last movie you watched : I think it was uhhhhhh miss americana on netflix? did you like it ? : YES I loved it favorite movie ( s ) of all time : 10 things I hate about you, newsies ( ’92 ) favorite tv show ( s ) of all time : she-ra, queer eye, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, gossip girl favorite tv show that hasn’t ended : zoey’s extraordinary playlist favorite series of books / novels / comics : the raven cycle, all for the game, the last song sports team ( s ) you rep : dallas cowboys, houston astros ( yeah I know about the scandal and I hate it, but they’re my team ), FAU owls ( my alma mater ) favorite video game ( s ) : breath of the wild, KH series favorite youtube channels : unus annus, daniel howell ( rip he hasn’t posted in a year ), the try guys, NPR Music, CrankGameplays ( ethans just a dork I dont even like gamer videos that much ) hobbies : guitar, singing, being in zoom musicals ( im playing whatsername from american idiot for one in July and auditioned for a few others! ), reading what are the three non essential things you’d bring to a deserted island ? : my guitar, my laptop, wifi put your music on shuffle. what six songs pop up ? : HOLD ME TIGHT OR DONT, fall out boy; I’m Still Here, John Rzeznik; Towers, Little Mix; Way Down Hadestown, hadestown obc; Stitches, state champs (cover); Look Back, betty who personal aesthetic : nerdy punk? dream vacation ? : disneyland paris or disneyland Singapore with my gf dream job ? : music teacher dream car ? : one that works at this point if i could live anywhere , it’d be : austin, texas ( im about an hour away rn ) favorite musical : OH GOSH..... the prom, bandstand, newsies, hadestown favorite food ( s ) : blueberry pancakes, red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese icing coffee order : at starbucks? venti iced chai tea latte. at dunkin? large iced vanilla coffee. at home? french vanilla coffee and caramel macchiato creamer and 2 scoops of sugar. unwatched stuff in your netflix / hulu / etc : netflix: sex education, the umbrella academy, end of the f***ing world, the people vs. oj simpson. hulu: portrait of a lady on fire, my friend dahmer, rocketman what’s a subject you know too much about + never get tired of talking about ? : I dunno? I have a ton of useless facts on a wide range of subjects. like did you know that in 100 letters, halsey says ‘ You wrote 100 letters just for me/And I find them in my closet in the pockets of my jeans/Now I'm constantly reminded of the time I was 19/Every single one's forgotten in a laundromat machine ’ and that’s actually autobiographical -- her bf at the time wrote a note and put it in a pocket of every pair of pants she owned, and she was still finding them months after the relationship ended, so she took all her pants to a laundromat and washed them so she wouldn’t have to see the letters anymore!!

#(( this got long im sorry asdkjfh ))#cloud:task #&&. 'im a hurricane.' || tor posts.

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janearts · 5 years ago

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This was such a sweet message to receive aSDLGKJADSKLG thank you I am having a good day! Your memory is absolutely spot on; Bodran was raised by the monks at Weynon Priory.

I totally forgot that Bodran’s backstory disappeared when I deleted my Skyrim RP account! I’ve dug up some ancient artwork that I once used to illustrate his past. I’ve also written the excessively melodramatic and exceedingly angsty backstory that I had for him. (NB: I’ve tagged this post for mentions of sexwork, abuse, and suicide.)

Early Childhood

The story goes that Bodran’s mother was once a noblewoman from Narsis who fell in love and who, when she announced herself with child, was deserted by her lover. Feeling cheap and used, she renounced her world and fled to Cyrodiil. There, she turned how she felt about herself into reality.

The bitterness that was already so keenly felt by Bodran’s mother was augmented by one unfortunate circumstance: Bodran took after his birth father in appearance. The sharp ears, the glaring eyes, and the downturn of his lips into a perpetual pout echoed perfectly the features she once found so handsome in his father. Bodran’s mother was raising a permanent reminder of her past happiness and, to rub salt in open wounds, the sole person who ruined that happiness for her.

The feelings Bodran’s mother held towards her only son vacillated wildly between the extremes of love and hate; she viewed him at times as her saviour, at others her ruin. Bodran often had trouble reading his mother's volatile moods and while those moods were punctuated by periods of lucidity, those moments could not undo the verbal and physical abuse the child suffered at the hands of his mother. The demands of the brothel also meant his mother was by and large unavailable to her young son. Bodran was alone.

The condition of Bodran’s mother continued to worsen until her death. In her last two weeks alive, she tolerated only the company of her son and the matron who had taken her in all those years ago. Bodran was the one who found her after she had taken her own life as well as the short note addressed to him.

With the death of his mother, Bodran’s stay at the brothel had come to an end. The matron sent him on to Weynon Priory and with that, Bodran went from a house of sin to a house of god.

Weynon Priory

The brothers at Weynon Priory took Bodran in and formally educated and trained him as a monk. When Bodran was taken to the priory, he could not read. So each monk took it upon himself to teach Bodran the subject with which the monk was most proficient. Precentor Fortunatus—the gentlest and most patient of the brothers—taught Bodran the basics of reading, writing, and music. When Bodran ‘graduated’ from Fortunatus’ tutelage, Berengar the sub-prior taught the boy such things like rhetoric, logic, theology, and ecclesiastical Cyrodiilic grammar. The prior Mordane taught the child magic and history. Tiburce who managed the grounds was in charge of Bodran’s physical regimen—training in fist-fighting, horseback riding, and fieldwork—as well as astronomy. Venantius, the obedientary, taught arithmetic and geometry and Bodran learned a little about cooking from observing Venantius at work.

The seventy-five years that Bodran spent at Weynon Priory was arguably the happiest time of Bodran’s life. It was a period of stability and tranquillity for someone who had experienced neither. He had regular meals, a routine sleep schedule, plenty of fresh air and exercise. Most important of all, the brothers at Weynon Priory gave him a sense of belonging; he felt loved and wanted. He felt valued and valuable. For their love, he repaid them tenfold in loyalty and devotion. Bodran stayed at the priory while each of these brothers lived. When all were in their graves, Bodran set off for his homeland.

Morrowind

Bodran first travelled to Morrowind in 3E 414 when Vvardenfell was opened up as an Imperial Provincial District. The timing was perfect for a Dunmer keen on reclaiming his Dunmeris heritage. He travelled via the mainland, joining other Dunmer eager to settle on the great island. As he travelled, he cultivated his image as a native, changing his accent, the words he used and their inflection, the way he behaved and thought.

He nurtured this reputation by throwing off any and all signs of foreignness. He joined the Great House of his mother, House Hlaalu. He cast away his years at the priory and joined the Temple in Balmora, where he zealously took up worship of the Tribunal. His physical prowess and his quick fingers caught the eyes of the Thieves Guild in Balmora, who took the amateur thief under their wing. In Balmora, Bodran successfully put on the mask of a native.

Bodran, however, came into trouble when he committed an act of terrorism in an attempt to prove to the Camonna Tong that he was no foreigner and that he shared their xenophobic agenda. He was, of course, taken to the Imperial Prison as a citizen of the Empire. However, the Tribunal Temple in the city of Vivec claimed that Bodran’s trial deserved to go to the Temple courts rather than to the secular, Imperial ones. As an officiate of the Tribunal Temple, Bodran’s discipline was an ecclesiastical matter belonging to the Temple and the Temple alone. Besides, the crime had been committed on Morrowind soil, so the Dunmer people had a say in Bodran’s sentence.

Bodran then was taken from the Imperial City’s prison, first by carriage and then by boat, to the east, to Morrowind… again.

#asks #anons #Bodran #Bodran Belaal #cw: sexwork #cw: child abuse #cw: suicide #listen u can pretty much tell ive been raised on disney with the amount of times i've killed off parents #2013 me or w/e looked at disney and all the parents dying and went '.... i can fucking top that'#also its fucking long #ok well its like 900 words but it FEELS like 3000

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galaxa-13 · 4 years ago

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Fun RP with @thezombieholic.

It had been hours now since she arrived. She was feeling restless. How she hated waiting. Sia had been examining the gemstones she had received when she felt it. The light flicker of flames and magic. She glanced up just in time to watch the crowded crypt vanish and the familiar sight of her room return. With a gasp she dropped the stone she had been holding back into the bone jewelry box and slammed the thing on her vanity before rushing out the door.

“Erol!” she called out as she rushed down the hall. “Erol!”

She needed to check in with him first. Her faithful butler just had to hear EVERYTHING that had happened! He would also be the one to tell her if anything had transpired here while she was gone.

The butler had been pacing, irritated, around the abode. Snapping at anyone who got in his way, including Fob. But no. He needed to remain civil.

Even that sorry excuse of a sorcerer wouldn't have the ability to simply make Sia disappear. Even if he did, he wasn't clever enough to pull one over on him. And finally, Erol had to admit that even a bumbling fool like Fob would know that his survival was ensured because Sia adored him.

He was in the gardens now, having ordered Fob to get out of his sights-to which the younger dark elf did with haste-The deserts and tea had been brought out when it was clear Sia was not joining them, and had likely gone off somewhere on business, perhaps something urgent.

If that were the case, Erol would understand, but the fact he was not told and left behind left him slightly bitter, refusing to believe she wouldn't bring him.

Suddenly he heard her voice calling out from inside the home. He nearly knocked a garden chair over in his panic to run back inside.

"Mistress Sia?" He called, "Is everything alright?"

"Erol!" Sia's face broke out into a grin when she heard him and rushed in the direction of his voice. When she saw him she immediately crashed into him with a hug.

"Oh Erol you would not believe the time I've had!" she said with a heavy sigh. All the tension left her body. She was home and here was Erol, everything was as it should be. When she finally pulled away she said, "I was in Avernus, can you believe it? It was just awful! I got attacked by undead and I saw Baphomet and there were these adventurers and the whole city of Elturel and and and..."

Sia realized she was rambling and put a hand to her cheek, trying to compose herself.

"Where is Fob?"

As soon as Erol saw she was rushing him, he stood fast and prepared to not get bowled over on impact. He returned the hug gently, and listened to all she had to say. The smile he had on from seeing she was alright was slowly replaced by ...anger. Seething anger.

Who would DARE.

Then he snapped out of it. Fob? Oh.

"He should be in his chambers. I sent him back when it was apparent you must have been busy with something urgent."

He cleared his throat, leaving out the part where he slapped the boy across the cheek and cussed him to leave his sights.

"Oh. Well as long as things are fine here." she sighed and began to rub her temples.

"I still have no idea why I was whisked away as I was. Those I met had no answers for me either. Apparently people are known to appear and disappear in the hells? I don't even know what triggered my return! I was sitting there waiting for some other form of rescue and suddenly I found myself back!" Sia said as she waved her hands around.

"I am just so glad to be out of there. I could really use some tea after that whole ordeal."

Erol took all of this information in and stored it for later. Clearly he would need to discuss the matters with Lady Nerie at her earliest convenience...she may know more about the happenings, or the hells. Erol detested fiends after what he had gone through in that infernal fortress...but he certainly wanted to ensure Sia was not going to suffer such a kidnapping again.

He nodded. "It is getting rather late...If I might suggest, perhaps some tea and a light snack? I can have it ready for you in a few minutes, and while you rest I can begin preparing dinner?"

Concerning circumstances...he didn't want demons or devils or whatever it was bothering Lady Sia...

"If you'd like, I can call on Fob to join you." Though he wasted no time in adding, "Though if you would rather without his company, I would not fault you."

"That sounds wonderful." she said with a pleased sigh as she smiled at her faithful butler. What would she ever do without him? She recalled Devereau's question about having others close to her heart. Of course Erol had been at the forefront of her mind.

"Please do get Fob," she said. "I can only imagine how upset he was when I didn't show up. I want to tell him all about what happened."

Really, despite how upsetting the experience had been she was rather looking forward to telling the whole tale. Being the center of attention suited her just fine and a thrilling story of magic and fiends was a marvelous way to secure attention. Not that she was ever want for attention, of course, but that didn't make talking about herself any less appealing.

Erol nodded, and offered a short bow before excusing himself with a smile and a "At once, Mistress."

He made his way out of the room, down the hall, and glared at Fob's chamber doors as hard as he could before knocking on it far too hard.

He heard scrambling from inside, a muffled 'ow' as a knee likely connected with a table leg, before the door opened. Erol fixed the taller, young man with a look and he gulped nervously.

"Lady Sia is back, and has called you to join her for refreshments." He didn't move out of the way as his glare gained in intensity.

"Well, boy? What are you waiting for?"

Fob whimpered pathetically, nearly sobbing as he slid awkwardly past him to get out into the hall, and hurried off in the direction of the parlor. Erol rolled his eyes, whatever Sia saw in that bumbling idiot was beyond him.

He worked quickly, summoning an unseen servant to help with menial tasks about the kitchen as he prepared the tray of perfectly cut small cakes. The water was boiled at the perfect temperature before the tea was added to steep, and after a good few minutes, he nodded to himself before picking up the tray and making his way out.

The unseen servant toiled away at some other ingredients for later.

Erol made his way down the hall evenly, the tray so perfectly balanced that the tea in the pot nearly budged.

Sia sat, perfectly poised, in the parlor awaiting both her tea and her partner. How funny a couple hours in hell would make her so utterly satisfied with this little room. This was exactly how things should be. Everything was exactly where she wanted them to be and to her aesthetics. It was good to be home.

When she saw Fob she immediately rose from her seat, his name on her lips, and rushed to him. Crushing him in a similar fashion as she had done with Erol earlier she said, "Oh Fob, I am so sorry I'm late! It was of no fault of my own, I assure you!"

Pulling away from him she grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the seating. "Something felt fit to interrupt our plans and whisk me off to another plane entirely!"

Fob's earlier anxiety washed away as soon as he saw Sia smiling and running over to embrace him. If his skin weren't so dark, he likely would have had a powerful blush painting his whole face red. He let the woman drag him over to the table and chairs and quickly sat down.

At her explanation about being whisked off by something into another plane, his eyes widened.

"What? Where did you go? What happened? Are you alright?" The panic sounded a bit more fierce than he'd meant, but the thought of Sia being brought somewhere under mysterious circumstances filled him with rage.

"Avernus, if you'll believe it," Sia said with a roll of her eyes and contempt lacing her voice. "I am perfectly fine. I managed to dispatch with anything that even tried to hurt me." A small flicker of flame momentarily danced over her fingers resting on the table.

"I have no idea what sent me there, or what brought me back for that matter, but I discovered that the whole of Elturel is currently there. There were a thousand townsfolk all crowded in a crypt awaiting rescue. Apparently some thieves guild was slowly getting people back to the material plane, but it was utterly miserable."

Resting her chin in her hand she gazed at Fob. "The whole time I was thinking of how much you must be missing me and how I needed to get home as soon as possible."

Fob's face softened from the anxious and concerned grimace he was giving, at the sound of her worrying about him worrying about her. "I was pretty worried-" He exaggerated. In reality he was more panicked about Erol killing him, he had assumed Sia was just not feeling well or maybe wanted time alone? Now he mentally kicked himself for not actually being more concerned.

"I'm happy you're okay now though." He smiled, sitting opposite to her at the small tea table.

Almost on cue, Erol cleared his throat from the doorway and brought in a tray of small delicate looking cakes and mini sandwiches, nothing heavy to ruin supper. He began methodically laying everything down on the table, his balance of the large platter was impeccable as nothing budged...He set the utensils and saucers and tea cups, napkins folded into brilliant shapes, before he began pouring tea for each of them.

Fob noticed the glance in his direction-a powerful glare-and he quickly avoided the butler's eyes.

She smiled at Erol as he laid everything out. "Thank you, Erol." she said once her tea had been poured and she reached for the cup. Holding it between both hands she brought it to her face and breathed in the scent before sighing in contentment.

After taking a sip she said, "So there I was, getting ready, when suddenly I found myself in a graveyard! There were disgusting undead crawling all over the place and there were a group of adventurers begging for my help. I, of course, dealt with the undead problem quickly and got the others to explain what was going on. They had no answers for why I was there, but they explained that we were all in Elturel in Avernus.

“One of them, a yuan-ti, scraped his belly across the ground and offered me a gemstone. A talking cat followed suit, and then an illithid! It was quite the assortment in this group. They even had a warforged who tried to touch me with its disgusting blood-soaked hands!"

She made a disgusted noise as she reached for one of the cakes and continued, "The cat was not adorable. It had no fur! Covered in tattoos too. Anyway, I followed them in hopes they would find some way to immediately return me home, but all that lead to was finding some portal that Baphomet, of all things, came through! I quickly gathered up all that I could and whisked us out of danger. I was not going to allow myself to get squashed or to be alone in that dreadful place.

"They then lead me to the place where all of Elturel's survivors were waiting and as I joined them in the waiting I talked more to that yuan-ti. He was actually quite agreeable. Lovely scales! I invited him to visit should he survive Avernus. Then after a few hours I appeared back in my room!"

Erol nodded, "Of course" as he finished up and stood nearby, dutifully.

Fob became more and more concerned as Sia relayed the series of events, meanwhile Erol looked more and more angry. Angry at the nerve of someone whisking Sia off and expecting her to save such lowly creatures. Ugh. Absolutely abhorrent. The yuan-ti he might tolerate, since-as she explained-she was rather fond of it....but the others. He would kill them all, even that disgusting baphomet-whatever that was. Ugh.

He calmed himself. No. His place was with Sia and keeping his lady happy, entertained, fed, groomed. Etc. Unless she was called back to the wretched place, he had no intention of getting mixed up in that.

Fob piped up eventually, obviously careful with treading water around Erol, not to invoke his ire for when the two found themselves out of Sia's presence. He took a sip of his tea-which was FAR too hot. He could feel it burn his tongue. Erol always did this...he knew Sia couldn't be harmed by the slight increase, but anyone without an affinity to fire would surely suffer the hot water. Still, he forced himself to swallow it all, wincing as it burned all the way down. Feeling tears form in the corner of his eyes.

"I'm so glad you're ok...It could have gotten really bad. Is this something you...could ask Nerie about? Maybe she knows why you were called away?"

"Talking to her might be good, yes." Sia mused before popping a bit of cake in her mouth. "I'll check in with her tomorrow. For now I just wish to unwind with this lovely tea and then enjoy dinner when it is ready."

"It's quite... worrying that I keep getting pulled into unfavorable situations. I thought I was done with that when I left the Underdark." she sighed after taking another sip of tea. "At least this time I felt more comfortable in myself and didn't require the help of others."

Fob nods, secretly grateful for the events that allowed him to meet Sia...and also bring his family to the surface rather than remain in a Dwarven city for the rest of his life.He rather liked the surface. Everything was brighter, and sometimes that really could be awful for his eyes, but there were so many more types of plants and fungi and just...life.

Of course he didn't dare voice his opinion out loud. Erol would likely yell at him later for suggesting that Sia was better off going into the underdark. Even if it was true for him as well...Ah...He zoned out again.

"If anything, it seems like the others you were with were just lucky that you arrived to save them." As he felt Erol's glare burning into the side of his head, he quickly added "Not that that they deserved it. Still I'm so glad you're alright. T-the tea is quite good isn't it?"

"Aw, you're so sweet, Fob," she said, smiling at him. "Yes! The tea is delicious, as always. Just what I needed."

She enjoyed her tea and the cake happily. Yes, this was all she could have wanted after that experience. Home, surrounded by loved ones, enjoying delicious refreshments.

"As much as I would rather not have gone through it all," she suddenly said, "I am rather glad I got to meet Devereau, the yuan-ti I mentioned. He's a craftsman and he offered to make me some hair adornments when his business in Avernus was done. I saw what he made and they were quite lovely. I'll have to write to him.”

Fob nodded, encouragingly.

Meanwhile Erol was inwardly fuming, thinking of how he'd need to study up on this Baphomet in particular. If he opened a portal then he was likely the reason why Sia was whisked away into hell. He would find out more about this reprehensible creature and make sure he got what was coming to him.

He excused himself quietly to return to the kitchen to check on the unseen servant, and to oversee the prep for dinner. Perhaps mistress Sia would like a nice, clean wine with her meal. Hm. He could look through the vintages....

#gal arts

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riffrcffed-a · 5 years ago

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The Descendants’ Verse, or as I like to call it, Aladdin’s Desert Home For Wayward Isle Kids (aka : lifetime contract that you’re bound to keep )

DISCLAIMER: I have not seen Descendants, but from what I know of it I do not subscribe to Descendants’ canon regarding Aladdin’s stance on the Isle. In addition, I approach this verse from the angle of him having no canonical kids in this universe, allowing me to rp with any oc’s of his children / adopted Isle kids / what have you. Thank you for reading!

When King Adam announces his plan to banish the known villains of the newly formed alliance of Auradon to a desolate isle, many rulers vocalize agreement and support. This isle, which quickly gains the title of Lost, would house these villains in a contained area surrounded by a magical barrier through which none could pass. They and any of the children they sire will remain there indefinitely, at King Adam’s and the Alliance’s behest.

Many rulers vocalize agreement and support.

Aladdin hesitates.

Once, not terribly long ago, he himself was considered a villain in the eyes of the law. Though his actions were done out of necessity to survive, that nevertheless didn’t change their nature, which at the time was defined as criminal. There isn’t a night that passes that Aladdin doesn’t think about how lucky he is to possess both his hands and his life.

Never someone to subscribe to the norms that society dictated, Aladdin refused to believe the philosophy of once a thief, always a thief. He certainly hadn’t wanted to become a thief; though his actions were done out of survival, they were also illegal. And despite the nature of many villains, Aladdin didn’t believe the philosophy that they couldn’t change. People had their own motivations for the actions they took, and those were ever evolving. He wasn’t someone who could proclaim that the hearts of villains could not be swayed.

After all, what was Iago if not redeemed? What was his father, once known as the King of Thieves, if not reformed? And if people wanted to do bad things, and then wished to make up for them, were they to be branded forever with the sins of their past? As much as the thought of Jafar going free terrified him, it also made him consider the ramifications of being manipulated into believing that people were not all good hearted, and did not all have good intentions. And yet if he was to be judge, jury, and executioner regarding who did and did not have pure purposes, did he have the authority to condemn someone to what was essentially a life of imprisonment?

And how would he know what to choose when the circumstances of his own life so closely aligned to those in the hypothetical?

In ensuring that these villains had no way to better themselves, were they not becoming the dictators that many of these same villains sought to be? In taking away freedoms for security, were they not disallowing people the chance to prove themselves worthy of redemption?

If the Sultan had not changed the law so that Jasmine could marry him, would he have pursued for lying about being a prince, and hanged for the misdeeds he’d committed all his life?

They were difficult questions to grapple with, but they weren’t even the most pressing thoughts of Aladdin’s mind. Jasmine and he had been talking of heirs and heiresses as of late, who would inherit the throne once they were too old to rule --- and this meant children. Regardless of reputation, would not his children be expected to conduct themselves a certain way as the children of royalty? The children of a former street-rat? The children of heroes? The children of dictators?

Much more: what were legacies to innocent children who had never committed any crime but that of being born?

His own crime being that he was born poor, Aladdin could do nothing else but voice his opinions and rejections, which were far outweighed by the rulers who couldn’t see past their own judgments and experiences. His pleas for reform fell on deaf ears, and the villains of the Alliance of Auradon were sent to the Isle with a life sentence that would be inherited by their descendants.

Over the years, Aladdin and Jasmine’s many attempts at a reconsideration fail before they reach council. It gets to be so pressing that Aladdin, frustrated and overcome, dons a disguise and, with Jasmine’s blessing, begins to find a way through the Isle’s impenetrable magical barrier. When he finally manages to do so with the help of Genie and the magic carpet, he seeks out the children of his enemies in the hopes that he can provide them with the opportunity to prove themselves that they were never rightfully afforded.

#also changed the united states of auradon bc how western is *that* bullshit #about: lifetime contract that you're bound to keep

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gray-morality · 3 years ago

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⸻ "To live, and thrive; for we also are a part of this world." ⸻

⸻ Like a flower in the desert We shall bloom despite everything thrown our way, for we also have a right to live and prosper under the sun of Thavnair. Some would push us into the shadows to forget our existence, but we’ve adapted and now we thrive; they’re not the only ones who know how to make a profit in this land.

⸻ What we’re looking for Thieves, con artists, smugglers, information brokers, spies, mercenaries, suppliers, medics, alchemists… This is far from an exhaustive list and if you believe your skills or your business could be of interest to us, by all means, tell us more. Or are you instead looking for our services? Nobles, merchants, adventurers, civilians; come, have a seat, and let us discuss.

⸻ In a nutshell Jijivisha is a RP Cross-world Linkshell community on the Crystal Datacenter. We operate primarily in Northern American timezones and focus on criminal, morally gray and character driven RP, set in THAVNAIR and the Near-East. Think of it as a "Robin Hood" archetype organization - a mix of vigilantism, social banditry and anti-hero.

Communication is done via an in-game CWLS (members and associates) and a Discord server (public). Jijivisha also has a Free Company on Balmung but joining is not mandatory.

⸻ Need a thorn in your side? We’d love to collaborate if you need an antagonist, as individuals (Fakhri alone can be a pain in the ass) or as an organization. We’re not evil, but we certainly don’t play by the book, and Jijivisha’s dealings could become a hindrance for some; or merely an entity to watch closely. Or maybe we’re after you… the tables can turn after all. Keep in mind we’re more into white collar crime, con artistry, theft, forgery, smuggling, gambling and general intrigue than anything else. WE won’t send assassins after you, do refrain from sending any after us ;)

⸻ CARRD | https://jijivisha.carrd.co ⸻ DISCORD | https://discord.gg/WxqeHx6SqY

#ff14 #ffxiv #Jijivisha #Thavnair #Near-East #crime #morally gray #crystal datacenter #CWLS #FC on Balmung

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ambiguouslyliterate-blog · 6 years ago

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Respawn Point Ch. 5: A Desert of Dangerous Dinguses

I thought I’d be used to single player by now, but loooking back at the pillar of smoke rising from the cherry blossoms of the forest, my heart still stung.

Sand whispered under our feet as we paced across the arid expanse, clouds of sand sliding across the ground like a thick fog, our only companions the occasional cactus or dying piece of brush. We'd started walking to get away from the forest, the sounds of the woods feeding our paranoia—any crunching leaf becoming the snap of a bowstring, any rustling grass becoming a wandering member of a mob, ready to signal the others—but before long, we were walking in the middle of a sandy void with the forest only a short green line on the horizon. Though I guess with San and Slenda’s home burned to the ground and the three of us chased out of the server’s walls, we didn’t have anything left to do but wander. But I suppose wandering’s what the three of us were good at.

I looked ahead to San, marching forward through the dunes, hoodie tied around her waist, a penumbra of sweat forming just below her neckline. She’d shout something encouraging to the two of us every so often during her marches, her eyes trained on Slenda’s expression. Occasionally the creeper girl would flash a weary smile, and Slenda would give her back a thumbs-up. A silent conversation that I understood, but never really joined.

The former admin was silent as we walked, the only sound from her being the sand sifting under her feet. Her eyes were fragile behind her broken glasses and sweat trickled in streams around her face, fogging the cracked lenses. I tied my jacket around my waist, imitating San, and put my scarf into my pocket, stashing it away in my inventory. I wondered why Slenda hadn’t done the same, still wearing the baggy sweater from Weebtown. “Hey… Isn’t that hot?” I asked, breaking the short silence between San’s outbursts.

Slenda flashed a pair of frightened eyes towards me, the rhythm of her steps shaken for a few moments before proceeding. “Oh, I um…” She seemed lost in thought, and less than willing to strike up a conversation, mumbling something under her breath that I couldn’t quite make out. I decided to persist.

“Huh?” I asked.

“I said I’m…” It was subtle, but I could see Slenda blush behind the twisted line of her spectacles, “I’m not wearing anything under this sweater…”

I heard San stumble ahead of us in the sand, giggling. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I went back to looking ahead, hoping to not add a death of embarrassment on top of Slenda’s already long list of problems. “I’m sorry, n- never mind, that really sucks.

Slenda’s footsteps quickened, an irritated snort leaving her lips as she shook her head, coming to meet my pace. “Yeah, and you wanna know what else sucks, Cyrus? Everything. Literally EVERYTHING that’s happened to me these past few days.”

I pulled into myself, my mouth pursed in a stunned silence. San turned back towards us, an arm lifted slightly towards her friend, her fingers curling. It felt like she was waiting for the tension to leave, for an easy moment to jump in and spread her quirky positivity, but it didn’t feel like it was coming. I could feel Slenda’s eyes digging into me, each like a purple blade, “My closest friend—someone I’ve known since I spawned—betrayed me, I lost the trust of hundreds of players at once that I’ve been working to gain tirelessly for months, my spawn’s been destroyed and I’ve been chased out of the closest place to home I’ve ever had, and in top of that; on top of EVERYTHING that's happened, we're walking straight into the Thieves' Desert RP server! Before you know it, we'll be surrounded by traps and vagabonds itching to jump us and steal everything we have while they leave us to die in the desert. AND ON TOP OF THAT, I die, it means I have to back to Goldenworks, a where I, I--!”

Heavy, round droplets began to fall from Slenda’s eyes, darkening where they fell in the sand below. San dashed over to wrap the former admin in a close embrace, Slenda squeezing her back just as tightly, if not more. Slenda took off her broken glasses and pushed an arm between her and San to wipe her eyes.

“I’m just… So tired…” She sighed. Looking at her made my heart ache, but I couldn’t help but find a strange comfort in her fear, in her distress. Maybe because it felt like a mirror.

“There must be some place we can rest here.” I said, hoping to peel away some of the melancholy that had fallen over us, or at the very least give us some direction, Slenda glaring at me through her broken glasses. I’d heard of this desert and the server that occupied most of its land. It was a roleplay, or “RP” server, meaning it was full of people in roles and costumes, taking on fantasies through mask and cape. However, while some enjoyed purely skipping around the desert, delivering quirky lines and experiences to travelers, others reveled in the socially-acceptable chance to become a thief or a marauder, and being able to slip out of the persona at the end of the day without consequence. A game played with life and death. It was a fine place to be for an RPer, someone who was consenting to this whole bizarre system, but to us, it was a death trap.

“It’s a server full of crazy RPers, yeah, but they’re all players, right? They get tired. There’s got to be a rest stop or a neutral zone somewhere…”

San turned to us, arm shooting into the air, waving like an eager student. I stared, baffled for a moment, before pointing to her, her face lighting up. The creeper girl put her extended arm back around Slenda, smiling brightly through the tension that still gripped Slenda and I. I wish I could know how she did it.

“There’s the Sandy Speakeasy!” She grinned, her feat stomping excitedly in the sand, “It’s one of those neutral whatevers and I haven’t been there in ages!! It’d be perfect!”

Slenda couldn’t help but look at San with cloudy doubt, her brows pulled together. I had no idea that San had lived here at one point, but did Slenda not know either? The former admin tried to erase the expression, looking towards the sun. I followed her eyes. The bright square was beginning to fall below the line of the horizon, nightfall more than imminent. We watched with a creeping dread as more and more of its light began to retract, the shadows of the cacti and dunes around us growing long like the night’s hungry claws.

Rolling my shoulders, I tried to straighten my back, standing strong against the dimly lit sand that surrounded us, trying to stay brave or at least put up my best act. I hated seeing people scared, whether they were being threatened by a power-hungry modder or just terrified of the world around them, and I felt it was my job to restore their confidence. With a flick of my wrist and a twist of my fingers, I activated my mod, calling out the last weapon I copied back in Weebtown. “I’m sure we can make it,” I smirked, feeling my power surge into both hands. It felt stranger than the other times. Before I felt a chill, like steel, but my hands felt strangely warm, like my hands were hovering over a fireplace, “After all, we’ve got these, don’t we?”

San and Slenda looked at me wide-eyed, Slenda’s mouth pulling to the side, crooked, San’s grin extending ear to ear as her eyes glowed. Neither were the expression I was expecting. After all, they were just the same swords I’d copied when I fought that swordswoman in Weebtown, I’d fought with them for some while now, it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But San spoke out, her eyes glimmering with the excitement of a fangirl.

“You copied Roxxie’s mod?!”

I stepped back, bringing my hands forward, flames trickling up around the corners of my vision. WHAT THE—I flailed, acting on reflex, my body kicking and flailing to escape the fire that was pouring from the palms of my hands and crawling up my elbows, chasing me to the sand as I crashed to the ground in a beige cloud. I sat up, the fire still warm in my hands, but not hot, nor painful. My eyes went from hand to hand, watching the flames as they trickled up harmlessly around me. I relaxed my body, the flames quickly dying on their own, even the ones that’d found their way onto my clothes. The only thing burnt was the desert floor beneath me, soft brown scorches left in the sand. I looked up at San and Slenda, the former holding back a fresh deluge of laughter, while the latter pressed her palm against her face, her glasses held in her other hand. Her mouth was crinkled, somewhere between nausea and disgust. Some confidence you bring, Cyrus. You could be a superhero.

I didn’t remember copying Roxxie’s mod back in Weebtown, but I did touch it, and I guess that was enough. I hadn’t encountered enough modders to really test it, so unfortunately, I just had to roll with whatever it decided to do. Did it overwrite the swords? I thought, turning my hand, watching the fire crawl through my fingers like an upside-down trickle of water. Come to think of it, I hadn’t called out the drill I copied in a while. I stared, perplexed at the flame. “Do I not have the swords anymore?”

“You don’t know?” Slenda interrogated, her eyes piercing, even through her cracked lenses. I shook my head. “Mods don’t really come with instruction manuals…” I said, churning the heat in my hand, shaping it. It both obeyed me and followed its own path, it was more like herding an animal than a power I had control over, “I think I can only copy one mod at once, but I’m not sure… I haven’t really tried it.”

Roxxie’s fire lit up the sand around us, our shadows stretching long, the circle of light crawling slowly across the desert surface. Something didn't seem right about the way the light's glow. Our shadows seemed too long, and felt like they were moving, but I wrote it off as just a trick of the light. San stood admiring the flame in my palm, her eyes a little too lost in it as Slenda looked everywhere but, her mouth a broken grimace.

"Should I put it out?" I asked Slenda, her eyes turning up for a second before looking back at the ground. She shook her head. "We'll need it. It's starting to get dark out, and it might be useful against the bandits."

She ran her hands along her arms, then placed one on her neck, both hands directionless, chasing a shiver that wouldn't soon go away. "It just… Makes me think about Roxxie… What we’ll do if we run into her out here, or if she runs into us…"

San squeezed the frantic ex-admin tightly, grinning the wide grin I assumed at times was just tattooed onto her face, “Roxxie got banned, and we killed her, which means she got sent back to your guys’ old server. If anything, we should probably worry about getting to the neutral zone right now.”

A silence quickly fell over the three of us, Slenda and I looking at each other. Slenda’s expression was cold, angry, a shade she never seemed to show around San, but the bite quickly faded from her expression. She placed her hand in San’s, nodding reluctantly. “You’re right,” She sighed, San nuzzling her to free the smile that was starting to form, “We should get going. Any place is better than this desert at night.”

“Besides,” San smiled, “You’ve both been avoiding the traps pretty well so far.”

The creeper girl walked on, a pop in her step as she moved across the small dunes. I looked over to see that the former admin shared my expression of disbelief, her eyes wide-eyed and silent. I could practically hear the “WHAT” echoing inside her head. We looked the creeper girl up and down, trying to find some kind of zipper or seam in her expression, a cue to laugh. But we couldn’t find any. Slenda stepped forward, hands clasped in front of her, squinting at San, "Did, did you just say… Traps...?"

San laughed incredulously, placing a hand on her hip, "You… You can't see the obvious patterns on the ground…?” Slenda gawked in disbelief. "N- No," I interjected, "You're just messing with us, right? One of your pranks? Some morbid creeper humor?"

The creeper girl bent down, her face about half a block off the desert floor. She exhaled, blowing hard across the ground, peeling a layer of sand from the ground and revealing a wooden pressure plate beneath, bits of redstone powder sticking out from its corners. I shined Roxxie’s fire towards it, illuminating what I could tell was a pressure plate trigger for some kind of trap. My heart sank. This was the first I’d noticed… How did San…She looked at us with half-lidded eyes. I felt like I was being scolded.

"Hey, what are you doing!” A voice snapped, me and Slenda straightening to a sudden attention. San turned her head; her back still slumped over the trigger of the apparently unimpressive trap, her eyes flat. Sand crunched from a dune to the side of us and a figure stepped out, their face strained in an irritated look and smeared in red paint. They were clad in heavy steal armor, strapped with leather and spiked in various places, their androgynous face peaking in a mohawk that looked slightly burnt. What in the Nether went on in this server? The road warrior glared at us, their lips pursed to the side like an irritated customer.

“I set up a perfectly good trap in the middle of this wasteland, wait for days for someone to come across it, and you don’t fall into it? And on top of that, you insult it?! The nerve!”

The RPer stuck out their finger at San, prodding the air as they scolded her. San cocked an eyebrow, her expression bare of her usual amusement. She looked more disappointed than anything. San raised her foot, her arms crossed. The leather-clad rebel instantly began stammering, trying to force an apology out as San brought her foot down, stomping the pressure plate into the sandstone below

Arrows shot from hidden dispensers in the sand around us, piercing the rogue from all angles, and quickly reducing them to a bloody heap. They fell to their knees, their expression glossy as San drove her iron sword through their chest. Their body changed into smoke and disappeared into the dry air, their eyes rolling back as they disappeared into the cloud. San regained some of her smirk, her hands on her hips. “Maybe you’ll learn to do some R&D next time, punk! Seriously, pressure plates?”

Slenda and I stood stunned, San’s composure, her knowledge of traps, everything coming out of the blue and hitting us like a thousand pounds. Just as the smoke cleared from the marauder’s corpse however, we heard the sand move again, and I pointed my arm towards the darkness like a torch. Another thief, dressed as a pirate, leapt up from behind the sand mound just beyond the road warrior’s, a wild-eyed grin on his face. Why are they all so close together?! This is a booby-trapped desert, not a street market!

"YAHARG! I KNEW THAT FOOL MADHAX79 WOUDLN'T BE ABLE TO CAPTURE YOU!! I’VE COME TO REAP THEIR SPOILS, BEWARE THE WRATH OF CAPTAIN EUAAHHGHH--!"

I flicked my arm in the swash-buckler’s direction, a ball of flame smashing into him like a cannonball, both the captain and the flames that engulfed him falling quickly behind the mound of sand. “Yeah, yeah,” I sighed, watching the black smoke fade and the grey smoke of his despawn rise over the sandy barrier, “We’re trying to get somewhere, do ya mind?”

As the smoke cleared, I saw the darkened horizon more clearly, including the shapes beginning to rise from the sand. Hostile mobs… I sighed, Just what we needed. Slenda took out a stone shovel, clutching it close to her chest, a contorted expression of fear on her face. San rose to her feet and placed a hand on her shoulder, Slenda shaking at her touch. I moved closer, hoping to offer something to calm Slenda down. San’s blue eyes shined at me but the other pair slid to me like cold amethysts, a glare silently cursing my next three generations. Needless to say, I stepped back, changing direction. As I turned, I saw shapes moving on the horizon, hostile mobs crawling from the darkness.

My feet moved mindlessly as I started walking where San had been pointing us, creating a ball of flame in my hand to guide us as we went, "Great, well, let's get going. I just want to--" A hand burst from the ground, clamping my ankle and tripping me. My mind barely registered it, my body falling forward like a ragdoll into the sand. I tried to pull away, only to pull the hand's owner further out of the sand, a face with one wild eye and a mane of crimson hair gazing hungrily through me. She lifted her other arm, a dagger whipping into her palm, "GIMME ALL YOUR RUBIES!!"

WHAT IN THE NETHER?! I tried to wriggle free, the eye-patched thief managing to drive the blade into my leg before I could blast her with Roxxie's fire. Pained and terrified, my body toppled into the sand, my hands clutching my leg. San and Slenda tried to run towards me but were each held back, San tripping over a husk as it emerged from the earth and Slenda activating a pressure plate, her body disappearing into the sound amidst the sound of pistons. Shadows around us began to move, eyes glinting from behind cactuses and rising from mounds of sandy camouflage. I felt a body try to grab me, hands working up under my arms. Instinctively, I tried slipping out, only to see San above me, a crooked smirk on her face. She almost looked like she was having fun. "Come on Cyrus! Fun time is over, we gotta get going!”

I wasn’t aware fun time had started.

San dragged me to my feet and started picking up speed, pulling me along with my wrist held tightly in her hand. Slenda struggled to pull herself out of the pit she'd fallen into, carving the side of the hole with her shovel, which she then used to beat off a skeleton that was crawling from the ground beside her. She let out a grunt, kicking out from the edge of the artificial crater, her eyes frantically searching the world around her, every side filled with danger. All around us the ground was shaking; arms, heads, and swords were pushing up from the sand, everyone desperate to test their mettle against the powerful travelers. After all, they assumed we were in on it, that we were willful participants in this bizarre game of death. Slenda ran to catch up with us, narrowly avoiding another pit and the grasping hands of an angry ninja to arrive by our side, batting off any adversaries that came close with her shovel. San ran at the front, carving our way forward with her sword while I ran at their side, taking out whoever and whatever I could with Roxxie’s fire. But it felt like the entire desert was alive, the very ground itself sending antibodies to devour us, and I didn’t think that a few fireballs (and terribly inaccurate ones at that) were going to protect us.

San pushed onward, crying out with a passion that seemed fueled by the chaos, unlike ours, "Come on guys, it's just over that hill! Probably!"

"PROBABLY?! YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT SURE?!" I cried, tossing a fireball at a skeleton, knocking it back only for its arrow to firmly plant itself in my shoulder.

“I have a mental map!” San chimed, shrugging, “But those are statistically the worst kind of map, so--!” The pain throbbed in my wounds, my arm and leg both shrieking at me as I ran, San’s shape ahead of me like a beacon. She seemed to glow, her body dark but the sky around her illuminated like a halo, the horizon beaming at her. I rubbed my eyes on my shirt, trying to get out the sweat, sand, or whatever it was messing with my vision, only for the glow to persist. It wasn’t San’s light though, it was the light of torches.

San dashed towards the light of the neutral zone, her body disappearing over the horizon, Slenda and I hustling behind, struggling to catch up. I looked back to see thieves among the masses throw down their weapons, cursing the night sky as we neared safety. Others fought against the mobs that had changed targets, the mob of dangers convulsing, attacking itself. Distance between us began to grow and for a moment, the world finally growing as the sand rose up around us.

Except the sand wasn’t rising; we were falling.

The sand below us dropped out into a low basin where a town was dug out, the ground coming up at me like a swift kick. My body battered as I rolled down the sand, every inch of the slope finding a part of my body to smash into before I finally came to rest on the cold sandstone tiles below. Slenda had already fallen in a heap by my side, San towering over the two of us. Of course, she knew the drop was coming.

"Come on guys! Don’t die now, we’re practically in the speakeasy!"

Her face beamed, her body covered in sweat, dripping down her shoulders and into the front collar of her tank top. Sore, I lifted my head, my eyes tracing the fragile outline of the neutral zone. Under the wall of the sand, the sandstone buildings wavered on their foundations, the decimated structures like the rising dead. Slenda began to push herself up, digging her shovel into the ground and using it to bring herself to her knees. She surveyed the broken buildings of the town before us, a familiar look of dismay in her eyes.

“What… Happened to the town…?” She gulped, shakily rising to her feet, she trudged up to the ruins, searching for a flash of movement, anything that we could consider a sign of life. There were only enough torches to create a dull glow, and a few testificates wandering in the distant streets. They were a docile non-player race that squatted in destroyed towns, but they weren’t the hospitality I was expecting. Slenda's hands tightened on the shovel in her arms, wringing it, “Were we too late…?”

San tilted her head.　

"Nah, I don't think he'd be closed yet." She responded simply.

Slenda looked back at her, a worried look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, San. I don't know when this happened but... Maybe we can rest in these ruins...”

San chuckled and shook herself free of Slenda's gaze, tapping up the cracked sandstone staircase of a nearby building. Slenda and I followed suit, stepping into the ruined room. Slenda looked at me uneasily. The creeper girl smirked, pressing against a broken wall with her elbow. The floor beside her slid open, pulled by an unseen piston. From within there was the warm glow of torchlight, the hole below the sandstone lined with wood planks.

"It’s a speakeasy, guys. Of course it has a hidden entrance.” San smirked at us, “You guys can sleep out on the sandstone and broken glass all you want, but I’m going inside and getting a drink.”

San slipped naturally into the warm glow of the hole below, the piston stamping the floor back into place behind her. We heard the soft thumping of boots on wood as she slid down the ladder, zipping away. Slenda and I stood in a temporary silence; the special kind of silence that filled a room once San left; the emptiness left by the absence of her energy. Slenda broke the silence with a giggle, her hand quickly cupping her mouth. She tried to hide the shy smile that had broken across her face. “Notch, is that two times today that we’ve been scolded by San?”

A sudden burst of laughter cracked the flat expression my face had settled into, Slenda looking at me with eyes that flickered in dull purple embers. Her eyes were still red and swollen from crying, but now they were pushed up by an endearing grin. She was just as tired as I was, but she was more than happy. I guess San just tended to do that to her.

“I guess you’re right.” I admitted in amused disbelief. Slenda sighed, shaking her head as she tapped the button and stepped down into the entryway. She put her foot on the first rung, then the next, descending slowly. Her eyes looked forward longingly as she fell out of view, “She sure is something, huh.”

“San?” I asked, starting my own descent. I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Sounds began to trickle up from below us. The sounds of banter, laughter, the clinking of glass. The dull roar of hospitality beckoning us. The piston shut back into place behind us, the sky disappearing, and with it the hostile, arid breath of the desert. “Yeah. She’s definitely something.”

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lit-rp · 6 years ago

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We’re back in town! After a much too long hiatus, and complete guild overhaul, LiTRP considers itself active once more! We offer a lovely, LGBTQ+ safe, mental illness and disability safe community, full of wonderful, creative people and their characters, our “RP-LFG-Hub”. Furthermore, we will be resuming our weekly Public RP Events - keep your eyes peeled for the respective announcements on this blog!

Brand new, in addition, we can offer you our two storylines:

Deep in the Maguuma desert lies a clearing of eerie calm, kept safe from corruption by a mysterious, purified Branded Crystal at its center. But its protection has a heavy price - once you enter its domain, it will never let you leave.

A group of desert explorers has made the mistake of wandering into the Crystal’s range, and must now sustain themselves in the dry, sandy alcove of peace. But peace is relative. The absence of mordrem does not equal the absence of danger...

The streets are dark and dirty when you’re without perspective, even in the shining metropolis of Lion’s Arch. You do what you must to survive, and from there it’s a slippery slope. You realize how much easier your life is, if you break the law, how much the challenge of crime thrills you. You begin developing a skillset; thieves, assassins, highwaymen become your companions.

And that’s when the watchful eye of Quincy Vermillion turns to you. His guild, a criminal network spanning over the entirety of Tyria is always on the lookout for fresh blood, and you, little pickpocket, are just what he needs.

Interested? You can message us here, on this blog, or ingame (Equilibrium.1035 or betafishy.7310)

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2rp #guild wars 2 roleplay #gw2 fan submission

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lawfulgay · 6 years ago

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Do all the things you can for the D&D Ask Meme!

This is a big one, so I’m putting all my answers below the cut!

I’m gonna answer as many as I can, so the numbers might jump around a bit. The OG post I’m using as ref is this one right here!

1. My favorite character ever is Ulvalour “Valor” Meadowfall. He’s a half elf Bard/Paladin (the best combo)

2. The honor of best character played by another person goes to Ellawick “Ellie” Ningle, played by my good friend Bri aka @shitty-hot-dog-salesman. Ellie is a gnomish Rogue/Sorcerer who’s married to Valor! Power couple (Valor’s the wife)

4. Currently I’m in 3 officially scheduled campaigns, and 3-ish other games. D&D is my hobby.

5. I can’t really say with certainty that only one NPC is my favorite, so I’ll just do a top 3 in no particular order. Josephine, a psychic werebear who helped out some lost refugees named Nobody, me, and Lili, Bri. Goat Man, a chaos fay who exchanges “blessings” for magical objects, (one of my characters can never get food poisoning… but he also has two stomachs now…). Last, but not least, Arch Mage Fuckface Loren, an evil man who’s goal was to give wizards the same abilities as psions at any cost.

6. The place of favorite death goes to: Levis Rith! (Severin Stillflame). A dragonborn high priest of Tiamat masquerading as royal advisor to the queen. Valor as acting queen’s own bodyguard had the honor of executing him.

8. Fights/encounters are hard to sift through, but I think my favorite one was the end game fight of the psychic game. We teleported Arch Mage Fuckface Loren to the middle of the desert with a wish spell and killed him in one round, but not before he managed to kill every one of Nobody and Lili’s friends (also in one hit). Nobody sacrificed his sight to bring them all back with a divine intervention.

9. My favorite thing about D&D is that it’s a very good social vent. I get to be someone who is nothing like my self with different problems and feelings for a few hours. It gives me time to introspect on things I want to change in my own life, and it gives me the tools to make those changes.

10. Favorite enemy is always any kind of undead. They’re just neat! As far as an enemy I hate: Hippogriffs. They always almost, if not actually, kill me or someone I love. Fuck those guys. CR 1 my ass…

11. I play D&D at LEAST 3 times a week. Monday is a game called “Neo-Classics” where we convert old AD&D campaigns into 5e, Thursday is set in Ravnica, and Sunday is “The Wildlands Game”.

12. “I pull out a glock” is from the bard game. Any time any NPC confronts us we say, “so and so pulls out a glock.” “The potted plants we met along the way” is also from that same game. Annie, played by the wonderful Robin aka @moonlit-dancer, got hella turnt and barfed in a plant in a very classy inn, because of this, anyone who helps us is “the potted plants we met along the way.” There are so many more, but those are the most recent ones.

13. Current party(ies)!

Monday: Geth, me, is a half elf pact of the tome undying Warlock of Orcus currently trying to get out of his pact with an evil demon. Lucian, Bri, is a half elf redemption Paladin of the goddess of beauty and redemption, Geth’s long term S/O. Mortimer “Morty”, my friend Skyler, a tortle Bard from the thieve’s guild that Lucian escaped from. Caramip “Mip”, Chandra aka @vampuragirl, a gnomish Rogue/redemption Paladin who’s making strides and efforts to be a shining example for her best friend, Lucian.

Thursday: Order, me, is a Tiefling Rogue who works as a debt collector for the Orshov. Quent, Bri, a half elf werewolf just trying to live a stable life and have friends. Emmie, Skyler, a glory seeking Pixie. Dianna, Kara aka @sleepykitty7, a hot-headed Boros Sprite with a BIG attitude. Colliope, a curious Pixie who just wants to see what the world’s about. Azwinax “Ass”, my buddy Alex (sorry if I spelled his name wrong), a Goblin assassin working for Krenko and his gang.

Sunday: Thekali, me, a very overweight Tiefling Warlock/Druid with a heart of gold. Magdalen “Maggie”, a small Human refugee and former slave of the Cult of Tiamat. (She’s also Thekali’s gf UwU). Thema, Kara, a tough talking Human Woman Duergar Man who gives zero fucks about authority/what you think about her!

15. Snacks? In my D&D? It’s more likely than you’d think. Free PC scan Today!

16. I mostly play in person, but on Mondays we have a player currently in Uni all the way in Oregon! I definitely prefer in person, but online works for long distance, and seeing people you otherwise might not get to see all the time!

17. House rules are: fuck alignment. We’re big boys/girls/other and can make rational choices as people. It makes the characters feel more authentic. We use CHARISMA instead of DEXTERITY for initiative because, honey, I don’t care how many backflips you can do if you don’t react fast enough. Lastly, we give the magic classes extra spell slots, ESPECIALLY WARLOCK because that shit’s wack!

18. Not right now

19. Heck no. Some dice work some days, and not other days. Hey, bro, can I borrow your dice? Yeah, man. Thanks

20. I played my very first D&D game when I was 8. My parents always told me D&D stories from high school and it sounded like so much fun! I started seriously playing around 7 years ago though. I’ve been playing consistently ever since then!

21. I’ve never truly regretted anything a character has done, but my characters sure have…

22. My first dragon was blue. It killed me.

23. I don’t personally like pre-made campaigns. I love making all my stuff my self. That’s just my style

24. I usually just come up with a boss/villain for the end and let the characters do the rest.

25. Literally everything they’ve ever done. I improve most of my games from start to finish.

27. I love Homebrew shit! I make Homebrew shit! My boyfriend makes Homebrew shit! I breathe Homebrew shit!

28. I try to limit NPC’s in the party because it’s a little bit hard for me to keep track of them… I’ve only DM’d a few games, so I’m still a little green.

29. RP is my life. I love sessions where the characters just sit in a room and talk. That’s my favorite.

30. Diplomatic

31. Fav class: Bard or Paladin. Fav race: Half Elf or Tiefling

32. I love being tank and healer at the same time. Chew on that

33. I always come up with a backstory. They’re very important to me.

34. FLAVOR

35. ROLEPLAY IS LIFE!!!!

#D&D #Ask Me #D&D ask meme #moonlit-dancer #that got really long really fast

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crimson-sunrise-ffxiv · 7 years ago

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Character Roster/Alt Introduction!

I figured with a full Balmung roster, and looking to get back fuller swing into RP, I should post the lovelies for everyone to see!

Nerkhun Malaguld 25/M/Xaela Balmung Birthplace: Azim Steppe Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Link: @poetry-in-exile Family. Such a strange word. Depending on your definition of it, Nerkhun has either had many, or long lived without. Born among the Tumet, lost in his coming of age, and raised by a Raen and a Miqo’te. Such parents were also lost in the death of his twin, and he has sought little family, or even close friends, since. Until recently, he thought the blood on his hands to be his doom, one he would not curse another with. Such has changed greatly in a series of event that, although unexpected, hold no regrets for the man. Recently engaged to Ulan, daughter of a well-to-do Qestir merchant family, Nerkhun is braving unknown territory in his life. Planning for a future, let alone one with a family, had not much occurred to him until Ulan. Yet... even as he plans to make “family” his own... his past might not be so far behind... RP Hooks -Nerkhun has worked as a bounty hunter (and assassin) in the past, both before and after coming to Eorzea. He has worked contracts with both the Maelstrom and the Flames, as well as private, building a reputation for effective, if not always incredibly fast, work. Perhaps you had a mark taken by him, or worked with him as a grand company liason? -He for some time would sing on the rocks off the beaches of Vylbrand, particularly the mists or costa, late at night. Perhaps you heard a low voice singing tales and laments in Xaelic? -Often, Nerkhun can be found out in the world. Though he generally keeps to himself, he is not generally averse to company, though he tends to be reserved if found in the wilds.

Ariquette Wolfsdottir 20/F/Keeper of the Moon Balmung Birthplace: (The Black Shroud) Raised in Ul’Dah Alignment: Neutral Good Link: @silksteel-mooncatte Out of place well describes how Ariquette has felt through most of her life, though she knows not what in place might be. Raised from late infancy by an old retired gladiator on the streets of Ul’Dah, she learned early that there are those who will try to take anything you can not defend. She learned to fight, and fight well, making up for her small size. Upon reaching an age where begging led to poeple asking for... favors, and having no taste for theft, Ariquette turned to the Arena, finding a promoter who knew her surrogate father to get her in, despite her youth. Fighting as the red wolf, daughter of the black wolf, she has found some small success for herself, as distasteful as she finds it. Recently, Ariquette has met Mhira Karahli, a young woman who judges her not by her looks, or her potential to make money. She is finally learning what it might be to have friends for reasons other than convenience. Though, in this case, this friendship may be closer than either girl may suspect... Rp Hooks -A gladiator of minor note in Ul’Dah, perhaps you have bet on one of her fights? or perhaps you fought with or against her? -Those who grew up on the streets of Ul’Dah around the same time would have heard not to mess with Blackwolf or his daughter, particlarly after some bashed heads or well placed shards of glass. Perhaps you were a friend from this time, or remember having a run in with her?

Tsaivarod Dazkar 28/F/Half Xaela-Half Raen Balmung Birthplace: The Azim Steppe Alignment: Chaotic Evil/Neutral Link: @pale-star-of-the-steppe Pale Star. That’s what her name meant. What her mother chose to call her, the child resulting from an illicit tryst with the travelling Raen ronin. Pale Scales. That’s what her peers called her as she grew up, as they threw her in the dirt and laughed. She vowed it would be them who would pale, once she was grown, and pale they did. An exquisite huntress among a tribe known for excellence, Tsaivarod built herself a reputation. Her skills among her tribe are unapproachable, the beauty of her lithe, powerful form unmatched... or so she would claim. None yet have proven her wrong. A consummate hedonist, Tsaivarod believes that as the best she deserves the best. She has left her tribe of Dazkar for the time being, to explore, and experience the world’s pleasures. A woman who knows well what she wants, she very rarely lacks the will or ability to act upon her desires. RP Hooks -Tsaivarod stands out in a crowd. Though not tall or imposing, her clear lean strength, paired with her pale skin, mottled black and white scales (sometimes painted with mother of pearl) and model of dress make her a rare sight, even for most other Xaela -As a traveller, she seeks to experience the world. If you seem like you know what you are doing, or have something she might want... she may approach you herself.

Chevoiseau Courcheuff 35/M/Duskwight Balmung Birthplace: Ferndale, Coerthas Alignment: Neutral Good Link: @gracious-gillionaire A devout child, born in a land known for it’s devotion, Chevoiseau was placed early on the path to being an Inquisitor by his eager parents. Most who know him now would never be able to tell that Inquisition had once been his path. Through circumstances he doesn’t generally reveal, he left Coerthas and gained a long scar over one eye. He now makes his living as a gambler, and a breeder of chocobos for conniseurs at the Gold Saucer. His stock is known for it’s performance, and he is known for being an enjoyable social partner... if you don’t mind having fewer winnings than you might, had you chosen someone else to bet against. RP Hooks -Chevoiseau is easygoing and sociable, and will take time from his day to speak with most anyone who approaches. He tends to be most easily found in the gold saucer, though he does spend some time in the shroud, and ocasionally Dravania. -Are you a gambler? perhaps a chocobo racer or someone of wealth wishing to sponsor a chocobo racer? Chevoiseau is fairly well known for having a very good stock of birds, for a very reasonable price, as well as being a skilled gambler himself. If you want a challenge or a bird, he’s your man. -While rare, it is possible there may be people who recognize him from his younger days in the Ishgardian Clergy. Did his participation in the Inquisition effect you somehow? perhaps he was a childhood friend?

Midori Himajo 34/F/Hingan Midlander Balmung Birthplace: Mountain Village North of Bukyo Alignment: True Neutral Link: @greenfire-ffxiv Many who hear the title “witch” have a set of expectations. Very few of them include provision for a small, snippy blacksmith within that title. Midori considers herself a bladesmith first, and a mage second, taking great pride in her fine craftsmanship. Indeed, very few, if any, can claim their blades are as “handcrafted” as hers. Specializing in arms that complement aether, her prices tend towards the absurd, unless she considers a cause worth supporting. Often coming across as jaded, the woman has little time for fools, though she can even be... pleasant in some circumstances. Except with garleans. To them she affords no pleasantries. RP Hooks -Midori’s bladework is rare, but of incredible quality. Not easy to come by or hear of, she is, nonetheless, simple to find should you find one who knows of her work. Perhaps you wish to commission a blade? or simply observe her methods? -She tends to wander Hingashi, being a native, though she spends much time in Kugane. Being the one open port, she gets to experience the foreigners... and keep an eye on the Garleans she trusts so little. -There have been some rumours of those who know her work that she has been seen near Limsa Lominsa of late, though these are not easily confirmed. What reason might she have to travel so far?

Kuroko Dairu 41/M/Raen(?) Balmung Birthplace: Unknown Alignment: Lawful Neutral/Good Link: @yanxian-water-spirit For the sheer number of people he has met, and places he has been, very little is known of the man known by those in Yanxia as Kurokodairu, and on the steppe as Tsagaanmatar. A wandering healer and mystic, he travels as the waters call to him, and if it has a coastline in the east, he has likely been seen there at least once. While he tends to lean heavily on his distinctive bladed staff, his movements suggest that he likely doesn’t need to. His approach tends to be given away by the tinklink of many glass vials he keeps tied to a net wrapped around his upper body. While not perhaps intentionally secretive, his vague and open way of answering questions leaves much mystery to his past. Recently called by the tides to Aldenard, Kuroko has been wandering aimlessly, healing those who need it and surviving mostly on his own in the wilds. If you come across a towering Raen alone by the water, there is little reason to fear... though if you wish another ill, perhaps you will see why “Crocodile” is not so frivolous a title. RP Hooks -Kuroko wanders much, though he tends to stay near water. If you tend to be in the wilds, perhaps you might see him. He does not go to great lengths to hide. -If you are a hearer, or particularly in tune with the Black Shroud, you might find Kuroko with some ease. The elementals are.... quietly upset by his presence. They tolerate him, but murmur their preference he be elsewhere.

Isceald Shaffan 23/F/Mixed Elezen/Hyur Balmung Birthplace: Radz-at-Han Alignment: Chaotic Good Link: @cold-desert-wind-ffxiv

Truly a daughter of the tradeways, Isceald Shaffan revels in experiencing people and cultures. Born to two parents of mixed descent, a Doman and Thavnairian father, and an Ala Mighan and Ishgardian mother, Isceald learned early the more personal values of trade and exchange. Growing up in Radz-at-Han, she wandered the markets and Bazaars, speaking with and befriending those she could, from the merchants themselves and their children, to the street urchins and thieves who plied their trade. While friendly and open, even generous to most, Isceald quickly learned to be clever enough not to be taken in by swindlers, and strong enough to defend both herself and those smaller and weaker than her. As she came of age, her parents both began to wither to disease, and she stepped in to help with their trade business and to care for them, even as debt collectors and nobles swept in like vultures to pick at the pieces of the business. Refusing to become Jaded by misfortune, Isceald has left Thavnair, seeking to re-grow her family’s meager business enough that she might care for her parents, or at least their legacy. A still warm and friendly woman, she trades mostly in small scale, spices or curiousities, knowing that profit enough will follow those who make the right connections. RP Hooks -Isceald has spent most of her life in Thavnair, mostly Radz-at-Han. She freely mingled among most levels of society. Perhaps you know her from there? an old friend, or perhaps someone who simply thinks her naive and easy to take advantage of? -Are you a merchant, or business owner? perhaps you work in customs? Isceald is always looking for new avenues to bring her imports in, and her prices tend to be very reasonable for the quality of goods she usually deals in.

Abarklin Fyrilspaer/Sparrow/Etoille Moineaux 37/--/Duskwight Siren/Discord Birthplace: Ishgard Alignment: Chaotic Good Born a daughter to a wealthy merchant house of mild nobility in Ishgard, Etoille Moineaux lived the first years of their life as could be expected of one of their standing. It was when they were promised into a loveless marriage to a Dragoon serving house Dzemael that they panicked, and ran. After almost a cycle on the run, they ended up in Limsa Lominsa, being given shelter by a Roegadyn woman working for Mealvann’s Gate. Though they soon fell in love and spent several wonderful years together, Etoille could never shake the feeling that their past might catch up to them. Eventually these fears led them to flee. Joining the crew of a pirate vessel, and changing their name, Abarklin Fyrilspaer, or Sparrow, set out to make a life free of their past. Even as they ran, though, they never quite forgot the woman they once loved, abandoned so suddenly, and something kept drawing them back to Limsa... (If you want to know more about or RP with Sparrow, just poke me!) ________________________________________________________________ OOC info below the cut!

I operate from GMT-8/Pacific Standard Time, and as is, am free generally whenever I am awake (barring prior commitments!) I’m generally cool with most themes, including mature ones, though I have a preference to fade to black if things get Saucy I’m always down for pre-established relationships if that’s your jam, but fresh meetings can always be fun as well! If you want to RP, or learn more about anyone, or even just headcanon or throw your own OCs at me, feel free to poke me on Tumblr, send an ask, or on Discord (Rusty Koala#3591) (some of their blogs are still bare bones/not really running yet, but as I RP, IC and aesthetic stuff should show up. Nerk’s blog/this one should generally be the most active though, and asks are always sent from my main blog which isn’t FF related)

#Abarklin Fyrilspaer #Nerkhun Malaguld #Midori Himajo #Tsaivarod Dazkar #ariquette wolfsdottir #Chevoiseau Courcheuff #kuroko dairu #Isceald Shaffan

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