#Torhe Raanu

[locke-rinannis]

                                           – TORHE RAANU –

                              ( Happy Birthday, @summoningthemoon ! )

[jancisstuff]

Matron’s Reach House Blessing

Thank you for letting observe.

Jan 6 2018

[a-memory-of]

Ellere Valahan warms a hand around the mug of hot chocolate, but refraining from drinking just yet. "Ah yes. Well..." she clears her throat, "I had been attacked in my home some suns ago; Ruran came to my aid, and shall we say, Zaoka came to his?"

Zaoka Aloka nods to you. "I was glad ter have been o' help. S'good ter see dat yer farin' better after dat ordeal."

Rosamund Hale blinks as she reaches for her mug. "Oh dear. What, and who, and...well, do go on, I mean to say."

Torhe Raanu reaches up to tap thoughtfully at her chin "Such a summary serves to do little more than lead to more questions, Ms. Valahan."

Ellere twinged her lip up in a smirk, hand curling under her own chin. "I suppose that's true, but patience, sugar. I know not who they were, in truth, though I intend to find out. I have reason to believe they're attempting to summon an army of the Void."

Torhe’s brows quirk, while her ears perk, at such a statement "Truly?  Consider my curiosity piqued, Ms. Valahan. Why would you assume such?"

Rosamund had raised her mug to her lips, but slowly sets it back down. Her face loses the easy smile and takes on a far more grim appearance, jaw set and brows knit together. She nods at Torhe's question, remaining silent for now.

The Sharlayan sighed, dropping her eyes down to the mug a moment. "I purchased what I thought was nothing more than a mere tome from an auction. Though upon returning home, I found a hidden journal inside that described such a ritual dating to the time of Sil'dih's fall. When I was attacked, it was what they were after."

The Keeper's ears climb higher still, quivering momentarily as she leans in "Do you still have this journal, perchance?"

Zaoka Aloka looks between Torhe and Ellere before reaching out for his hot chocolate, giving a small blow at the top before taking a sip of it. The beverege leaving its mark in the form of a foam mustache atop the unsuspecting Lalafell's lips.

Rosamund breathes out quietly, "A ritual..." Her hand drops down from the table to grasp the seat of her chair, leaving the cocoa entirely for now.

Ellere shakes her head, hand dropping from her chin, "I'm afraid not. I was easily out-numbered and caught unawares in my own home. And there was a man with them... a powerful mage. Trust when I say, I wish I had kept it from him."

Torhe's ears droop, along with her shoulders, as the Keeper settles back into her chair, and the carbuncle clambers down to rest atop her lap "Curses..."

Ellere sighed again, "In any event... Ruran sought out Zaoka's help for my injuries, and both spoke of this place. I admit I know little of your company, but if he trust you enough to seek aid, then I must do right by myself and offer my own to you."

With @aethersent @righthererightzao @summoningthemoon

[righthererightzao]

Metaphysick Jan-Feb 2019 Newsletter

Oi oi, lads, lasses and fellas with glasses! Zaoka here with another bi-monthly newsletter for the goings on in Metaphysick!

Shadowbringers is on the horizon, and we received a glimpse of what’s to come, with some of the absolutely gorgeous looking new zones (I my self have petitioned for all future META related events to take place in the Rak’Tika Greatwood once 5.0 drops =v=/ ), Gunbreaker was revealed and I know several of our members, @talesofwight being chief among them! And Viera were finally confirmed, after years of fan demand and what’s this about the Hrothgar? We’re all looking forward to seeing what SE will reveal in March’s fanfest, (My hopes are on Dancer being revealed as a Healer and at least one Lali-Ho/Rally-Ho from the Dwarves!) and for what’s to come in the final part of 4.5′s story!

Event wise, January has seen the beginning of “Lies of the Seven”, a multi-event spanning arc by @locke-rinannis which began the members of the Metaphysick Institution began investigating sudden disappearance of the inhabitants of a small settlement by the name of Sommerfell, and the strange appearance of a  baleful sigil carved into a post in the town square. As the story has unfolded, various side stories have been unlocked, which some of our members have taken turn in DMing, ranging from dispatching Voidsent in Northern Thanalan, to  checking up on the well-being of one of the children of Sommerfell who had been left behind during the unexplained exodus of his kith and kin. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this arc of the story and I look forward to seeing what Ruran has in store for us in the finale!

Also in February, at the behest of Torhe Raanu, Rufus Wightman kicked off one of META’s first Mandatory Physical Fitness events, in order to whip some of our bookish members into shape, which saw a number of our members coaxed onto the beaches of our subdivision in the Mists for some much needed cardiovascular exercises!

And that’s all from myself for now, We’ll be back to you all with more in the March-April 2019 newsletter! Til next time, have fun n’ take care! \ovo/

[locke-rinannis]

PALACE OF THE DEAD: FLOOR 200

Thank you to @hithren, @summoningthemoon, and @aethersent! WE DID IT.

[a-memory-of]

Lies of the Seven: A Meeting with the Masked Knight

Metaphysick was called together by Ruran Vas to discuss a cult he had been tracking for some time, known only as the Seven.

He spoke of a powerful sigil, a mark often found in connection with them, to which Xau Saialdhe, Ravil Raindance, and Atlas Leigh took  particular interest in.

The woman, Melinda, was also brought up. She had spent time being held at the Midnight Bastion before being moved to a secure facility in the Mist. The young girl had been used by the Seven, bound in body and mind by a mysterious ring. Ellere Valahan spoke of how the girl was saved, thanks to a surgical amputation. It was agreed a small group should visit her once she had recovered to learn if she could help them. Torhe Raanu wished to further research the ring that had been removed with the corrupted arm.

After the events in Somerfell, it was clear the members of Metaphysick were dealing with a group that was not only dangerous but extremely capable...

With @weepingknight, @xau-ffxiv, @thatssoravil, @sharlayan-duelist, @aslan-ffxiv, @summoningthemoon, and @illusions-of-reverie

[jancisstuff]

Visiting Nathaniel - Aid

"How are you? You are wearing a rather dark shade of blue this sun."

"I trust all is well, then. Still, if you need anything, anything at all, Lady Milburga... Twelve, I've said it too many times. You know it."

"...Do you see it as a gift?" “Yes.”

"May we keep this between us for now? Or will you share the news with that knife-eared boy of yours?"

"Too much efforts, too much time. So I ask you to simply believe me, when I say that I am undeserving."

After arriving very belatedly to a blessing of the new Matron’s Reach clinic, Nathaniel asks Jancis to help him protect another.

Maril Hawker: "Thank you all for coming to spectate the blessing. Please help yourselves to refreshments, approach the healers with all of your questions for the Reach and the facilities and seize the opportunity to mingle with some of the most talented minds in Eorzea." Maril Hawker bows. Nathaniel Salem: "Most priests see it; it's why they're here tonight." Nathaniel Salem smiles at Kieran Fletcher. Maril Hawker: "Yes we can." Chee Smith claps for Maril Hawker. Maril Hawker nods to Fiona Delaine. Etienne Clairemont claps for Maril Hawker. Athil Thorne turned back and gave Maril a loud cheer and applause. Rosamund Hale claps for Maril Hawker. You clap for Maril Hawker. Ruran Vas claps for Maril Hawker. Yvaine Athidrial claps for Maril Hawker. R'khei Tia claps. Rhaine Djirah claps for Maril Hawker. Ellere Valahan claps for Maril Hawker. Torhe Raanu claps for Maril Hawker. Maril Hawker blushes up like a stop sign. Fiona Delaine beams at Maril. Maril Hawker: "Thank you thank you." Chee Smith: "And thank you, Doctor Hawker, for everything that you, the order and this Clinic have done." Osric Fawkes smiles at Maril Hawker. Kieran Fletcher: "I suppose the... more direct question I mean to ask is, do you fear the Order requesting tithes that a free clinic might not have the income to support?" Ruran Vas gives a firm nod of agreement with Chee. Torhe Raanu: With the new facilities, are volunteer healers still welcome to stop by and lend their aid, Maril? Maril Hawker: "Absolutely always." Torhe Raanu motions joyfully to Maril Hawker. Maril Hawker bows courteously to Etienne Clairemont. Chee Smith smiles at Maril Hawker. Torhe Raanu: Wonderful. Kieran Fletcher: "And forgive me if that seems combative, but it's something worth asking - we all know the trust issues endemic amongst the poor." Etienne Clairemont performs an eastern greeting towards Maril Hawker. Jancis Milburga smiles and sips on her tea. Rhaine Djirah: ...fancy seeing you here, mister Athil. Rosamund Hale 's attention is drawn to the Hunting Hawk fluttering about. Torhe Raanu smiles at Rosamund Hale. Torhe Raanu: Enjoying yourself, dear? Osric Fawkes beckons to the hunting hawk. Rosamund Hale snaps back to Torhe. "Hm? Oh, yes!" Her smile is rather tense.

Athil Thorne: "Fancy to be seen." Nathaniel Salem looks at Kieran, expression darkening for a time. Touché. His smile withers. "I fear no man, but I fear no institution either. It is a complicated situation, but as I said, we wish to remain independent. I've had some... Unpleasant bureaucrats attempting intimidation." Yvaine Athidrial is glad she didn't bring Hazel with her considering how troublesome the nutkin had been lately. Athil Thorne: "How have you been?" Osric Fawkes: "I could use another drink. And a seat, I think." Lisie Lanverlais: "If anyone would like an alcoholic beverage, or tea, do let me know," she called out to the group. Torhe Raanu reaches out to pat Rosa's lower back, smiling apologetically "Thank you for coming with me." Rosamund Hale: Anytime! Etienne Clairemont would offer a small, polite bow to Maril. "Congratulations on your fresh start, and a Happy Heavensturn unto you and yours. I'm Etienne Clairemont - an advisor and counselor at Ashen Clinic. I wished to come and congratulate you all personally. I know full well the work there goes into these sorts of things - and what still remains to be done, and I wish you all the best in your pursuits." Kieran Fletcher: "May I assume this conversation is on the record?" Lisie Lanverlais handed Osric a beverage, "Here you are. Is Hawkes doing alright? Don't need him screeching at the party because it's dinnertime, hm?" Rosamund Hale turns back to the hawk. She takes a few steps towards it. Hmm. Nathaniel Salem: "Absolutely." He smiles, full of ideas. Rhaine Djirah smiled sheepishly and gave a slight shrug. "I'm alright. And yourself?" Kieran Fletcher puts the notebook away, motioning to the office, "A nonce, if you would?" Osric Fawkes: "Oh! No, Hawkes is all fed." He offered another scrap to the hawk, the bird offering a content 'ree'. Nathaniel Salem: "Of course. Let us." Maril Hawker: "Thank you very much sir, and same to you. It is always wonderful to hear of and receive support from other clinics where-ever they may be. I hope to see more of you henceforth, mayhap we can exchange knowledge one sun." Rosamund Hale watches the hawk eat and lets out a little gasp of delight. Lisie Lanverlais: "Very well, go and be seated then." Ruran Vas tilted his hea at Torhe. The mask revealed nothing. An awkward moment passed, and he looked elsewhere--where did Rosa go? Ruran Vas senses something amiss with Rosamund Hale. Osric Fawkes was about to before he heard the silent gasp, turning to address the woman. "Smitten, are we!" Kieran Fletcher leans forward on the table, speaking in hushed tones. Nathaniel Salem leans forward, both hands on the edge of the desk. Yvaine Athidrial patted her stomach lightly and sighed, "I'll have to head back home soonish. I have a meeting with some others and it's 'casual' attire but I have to find something that fits." Torhe Raanu stared right back at the mask, more defiant than awkward, and only blinking once it turns away Torhe Raanu: I wasn't expecting to see you here, Tara. Rosamund Hale blinks and takes a step back. "O-oh, no! I mean, well, yes, but no! I certainly wasn't hoping it was ownerless!" Chee Smith smiles at Yvaine Athidrial. Ruran Vas expresses his worry with Rosamund Hale. Osric Fawkes: "Well, he can't -really- leave my shoulder. So I'd hope not!" Yvaine Athidrial: "Are you going home after this Chee?" Chee Smith: "Mercedes has always been spoiled." She chuckles. Jancis Milburga opens the door as she explores, a curious look on her face. Rosamund Hale: O-oh...of course! Rosamund Hale hides her disappointment with a smile. Tara Leigh: "I just decided to follow along. Was not sure what to expect." Torhe Raanu nods to Tara Leigh.

Osric Fawkes smiled broadly, extending a hand in greeting. "I am Osric Fawkes. And this is my hawk, Hawkes." Torhe Raanu: Is there aught of a similar nature in Sharlayan?  An open clinic for all who find themselves in need? Nathaniel Salem pauses for a moment, looking up to Jancis, a touch surprised. Rosamund Hale steps forward and takes his hand. "Oh! Yes. Right. Rosamund Hale. Nice to meet you--both! Both." Chee Smith: "And I might. Art is doing much better, but I hate to leave him alone, or in the care of J'siris. Siris has been ratehr over-zealous in caring for the 'future brother-in-law'! And stuffing him full of his 'get better soon' stew." Rosamund Hale glances back at Ruran and lifts her brows, mouthing, "HAWK". Chee Smith: "What of you?" Etienne Clairemont would nod. "Absolutely. Feel free to call upon me personally for any needs regarding counseling - or if you simply need an extra pair of hands for events. I'll leave you to your guests. Nald'thal's blessings be upon you." With one last bow, Etienne would step away, eyeing the drink selection. Maril Hawker bows courteously to Etienne Clairemont. Jancis Milburga looks at wonder up high at the books before descending to see Nathaniel, somehow her smile brightening more. She lifts her free hand and waves. Tara Leigh: "Yes, however rarely is treatment ever free. There is always some form of trade - whether it monetary, or otherwise." Maril Hawker: "Thank you, and likewise." Etienne Clairemont performs an eastern greeting towards Maril Hawker. Torhe Raanu nods to Tara Leigh. Ellere Valahan snorts at Torhe's question, overhearing it. Athil Thorne: "Could be better. I've certainly been worse. This has been nice though." Osric Fawkes shook firmly, though his hands quickly clasped in front of him. "I found him when he was younger with a wing injury. It didn't heal right, so I've been taking care of him since." Nathaniel Salem smiles at the woman politely, "I'll be with you in just a minute, dear." Torhe Raanu: Poverty is less of a problem there, then? Ruran Vas slooowly canted his head at Rosa. Hawk. Athil Thorne: "You're looking lovely as ever." Etienne Clairemont gazes upon Lisie Lanverlais in deep reflection. Maril Hawker bows courteously to Jared Quinn.

Kieran Fletcher peers back from the chair, smiling. The older Midlander bows his head politely, "Aye, I'll only be a nonce, Miss." Lisie Lanverlais: "I'm afraid we only have one type of alcoholic beverage, but plenty of tea!" Athil Thorne grinned and winked at the miqo'te girl.

Maril Hawker: ((-so- much tea.)) Jancis Milburga: "Good eve, Lord Nathaniel." She says happily and nods, "All right." With that, the door closes again. Yvaine Athidrial: "Get better soon stew? I'm afraid to ask what is in it..." She laughed then shrugged a bit, "At least he's being cared for no matter what. I'm supposed to meet with a few of the members from WYNG for some event in the Lavender Beds. Not even sure if Renias will be there." Torhe Raanu: Ahh!  But of course, I have two sources on hand! Ruran Vas gazes upon the hunting hawk in deep reflection.

Tara Leigh: "I can only speak of mine own experiences. My family are reasonably wealthy and as such have no issues of the sort." Rosamund Hale: How sweet! O-oh, and this is Ruran!

Jared Quinn: "Apologies for my interruption of the ceremony, I wasn't aware of the dress code. I had orginally planned to stop by and inquire the status of the permits for the expedition."

Etienne Clairemont says gently, "I quite prefer tea to alcohol in any case. Do you have any Yanxian varities?" Ruran Vas: "Ah--yes, n-nice to meet you." His head bowed politely. Rhaine Djirah: ((faintly*)) Etienne Clairemont: (( healers + tea = OTP )) Ellere Valahan: "A biased source, in me, perhaps, but yes." Osric Fawkes peered to the masked man, his head tilting inquisitively. "I don't recall Miss Maril saying this was a masquerade theme..." Jared Quinn: (like limsan soldiers and rum? )) Maril Hawker: "It is quite alright. I am glad that you did! I have the permits all sorted, you can proceed to gather personell and undertake the mission at your leisure." Torhe Raanu nods to Ellere Valahan. Ruran Vas froze. "Oh--ah, n-no, that is...just me, I suppose..." He fidgeted in place and gave a meek shrug. Lisie Lanverlais: "Most likely, knowing Maril. Give me one moment to brew up a cup." Athil Thorne: "You ever been out here before? This clinic's been upgraded a couple times in the past year. From a small apartment, to a small cottage, and now to this." Chee Smith: "WYNG? You mean that musical troupe? That sounds exciting!" Chee grinned, a bit. "And aye, 'get better soon' stew. His own special recipe." Chee appeared curious for the event, nonetheless. Fiona Delaine: ".. okay um this is a little crowded for me so um, thankyouforthetourmissMarilI'llseeyounextclinicnightprobably!" Osric Fawkes: "Perhaps a Wailer? I'll not pry, despite my burning curiosity." He beamed radiantly at the man, offering a more conservative bow. Jared Quinn: "Very good, I'll inform you when we' Fiona Delaine gives an awkward, nervous little smile and looks right about on the verge of dashing off. Torhe Raanu: I can understand a feeling biased towards your homeland, certainly.  Thanalan is nowhere near the paradise as my dear Shroud, for instance. Maril Hawker: "Next clinic is soon as well. I hope to see you then Miss Fiona, take care." Lisie Lanverlais disappeared to fetch the tea, returning soon after with a steaming cup. "Green tea? That's definitely Yanxian, right?" Jared Quinn: we've begun the trip towards Limsa." Maril Hawker nods to Jared Quinn. Rosamund Hale blurts out, "Ruran's lovely!" Her cheeks turn a few shades darker and she clears her throat. "Um, well! H-how did you find the ceremony?" Fiona Delaine: "Okay..! B-bye!" Rhaine Djirah: I've been to... I guess it must've been the cottage? Or was that in Mist... Fiona Delaine scurries off. Rhaine Djirah taps her chin pensively. Maril Hawker: "Thank you. If there is aught you need before you depart, let me know and I shall gladly supply it." Ellere Valahan: "I'm afraid my biases are quite the opposite however, there are reasons I am down here, rather than there, after all." Jared Quinn: "I shall endeavor to do so." Ruran Vas shook his head, and then froze again at Rosa's words. Absolutely still, for quite some time. Athil Thorne: "Nah, it's always been out here in the Goblet." Etienne Clairemont raises an eyebrow, taking the tea with a word of thanks. "It is indeed. Thank you." Osric Fawkes: "It was my first time seeing the Order of Nald'thal offer a service, it was eye opening, to say the least." His grin did falter a moment. "Though, ah. Perhaps I was too generous with my donation." Etienne Clairemont performs an eastern greeting towards Lisie Lanverlais. Rosamund Hale tilts her head. "Oh?" Yvaine Athidrial: "That's the one! I know a couple of the members and it's some event hosted by Axiom? I think I got the name right...I'm horrible with my memory lately." Osric Fawkes: "That was... my gil pouch, during the ceremony." He cleared his throat lightly.

Rhaine Djirah: Then I guess it was the previous location after all! Sorry, I'm all scatterbrained lately... Rosamund Hale 's eyes widen. "O-oh my. Well, ah, I'm sure it was graciously received!" Nathaniel Salem pushes himself off the desk to inspect a clawed nail, eyes slowly traveling back to Kieran. Maril Hawker bows courteously to Jared Quinn. Ruran Vas seemed to come back to. "Oh..? Oh." He gave a soft, sympathetic hum. Jared Quinn: "If you shall excuse me, I must attend to other business." Tara Leigh: "Ellere speaks a valid point. I myself find it difficult to compare the two...though I disagree with keeping medical assistance for but a chosen few." Lisie Lanverlais: "You after a cup of tea, dear?" Jancis Milburga approaches Isla, seeing if the robed lady has anything to drink as herself. "Good eve again." Osric Fawkes: "Oh it was! Though, ah. I foresee some work in my near future.: Chee Smith: "Quite understandable. You've been a busy woman as of late, with much to prepare for. But I shall have to see about looking up WYNG and Axiom, just to see if I am able to attend, and maybe drag Art out. I'd imagine he's a bit stir-crazy from basically being homebound for so long." Athil Thorne: "Haven't you -always- been scatterbrained?" he said in a light, teasing tone. Maril Hawker: "You know me too well. Yes please." Torhe Raanu nods to Tara Leigh. Osric Fawkes: "Alas. Coin is coin, easily made." Etienne Clairemont settles on the couch with a cup of tea, taking in the beautiful clothes of the crowd gathered and watching their various friendly interactions. Lisie Lanverlais: "Which one? Or shall I play tea roulette?" Isla Sahb dips her head to the woman. "Good eve again sister. Blessed be." Rhaine Djirah scrunched up her nose but didn't deny the accusation. "...hush, you." Maril Hawker: ".. Tea roulette." Maril Hawker nods to Lisie Lanverlais. Yvaine Athidrial: "The fresh air would do him some good actually. I'll hopefully see you both there." Ruran Vas: "That is...a good outlook. Surely you didn't bring all that you own to this ceremony..?" Osric Fawkes: "...N-no." Ellere Valahan hums, "'Tis not just medical knowledge that is stored away for the chosen few either, hm? I shall never understand it. But such is the way of the Old World." Chee Smith: "I shall hope so, too. If anything, it will be fun!" She grinned. Jancis Milburga smiles softly, bowing her head and repeating "Blessed be." "Did you arrived belated as well?" Ruran Vas probably brought all that he owned to the ceremony. Rosamund Hale lets out a quiet giggle. "Yes! You'll be fine, I'm sure. What, hm, what is it you do exactly?--" She glances at Ruran after his question, then back to Osric with a lifted brow. Chee Smith: "Good excuse for a proper date night, at that." Athil Thorne laughed. "I'm gonna go check on Ms. Maril." He gave Rhaine a warm smile. "Good to see you again, darling." Torhe Raanu nods to Ellere Valahan. Rhaine Djirah nodded. "Alright!" Osric Fawkes: "Oh! Well I volunteer at this very clinic as a mender. I'm a conjurer since I was but a boy." Yvaine Athidrial nods to Chee Smith. Lisie Lanverlais nodded, heading back to randomly select something from Maril's all too big collection of tea. She eventually came back with a cup and saucer, handing it to Maril. "Smells fruity... Rolanberry?" Chee Smith motions joyfully to Yvaine Athidrial. Tara Leigh: "Hence the reason why I avoid my mother." Athil Thorne walked over to Maril and gave her a gentle side nudge. Athil Thorne: "Hey." Yvaine Athidrial: "I'm going to see about what clothing I can borrow from Renias...Maybe a tunic or two...or three..."

Maril Hawker took the cup carefully and took a small sip. "Mmh.. Rolanberryshroud-mix yes." Ellere Valahan waves her hand, "Though I suppose this is not the place for such a debate. It is a good thing they are doing here, that I can agree with." Maril Hawker: "Hey you." Yvaine Athidrial smirked at Athil, "You hover around Maril like you're stuck to her Athil. Let her breathe." Chee Smith: "Or a proper and cute dress, fitted for you, perhaps?" Isla Sahb tilts her head slightly, the motion exaggerated by her cowl to an almost comic degree. "We arrived for the blessing at the appointed hour. It was magnificent, was it not?" Chee Smith gazes upon Yvaine Athidrial in deep reflection. Torhe Raanu: I shall have to sit the pair of you down and pick your collective brains at some point in the near future. My knowledge of your homeland is woefully lacking. Rosamund Hale: Oh, I see! I don't know anything about the healing arts, I'm afraid, but it seems like, hm, very hard work. Appreciated! Athil Thorne: "How'd the tour go?" Chee Smith: "And the one you're wearing now is lovely. Green is a flattering color on you." Maril Hawker: "Beyond my expectations. People seem pleasantly impressed." Osric Fawkes smiled warmly. "As with most things, easily learned with dedication and practice." Yvaine Athidrial: "Thank you Chee. I just need to find something about the same but more casual now." Athil Thorne: "You did a great job with the place. Why wouldn't they be impressed?" Yvaine Athidrial gazes upon Chee Smith in deep reflection. Chee Smith: "Indeed, indeed!" Rosamund Hale nods a few times. Her gaze strays to Hawkes now and then. "Ah, of course. Well! My mind tends towards, hm, other things, I suppose." Osric Fawkes: "I can't blame you. I'm much the same." Nathaniel Salem plans a linkpearl in front of Kieran, calmly. Chee Smith: "Perhaps a girl's day out sometime. Just go and find cute things for ourselves. Or something." Maril Hawker smiles at Athil Thorne. Yvaine Athidrial: "Oh that would be fun. I wonder when the next big market day is..." Rosamund Hale: Oh? You have some hobbies, outside, well, work? Maril Hawker: "I had help. A lot of help. From Nathaniel. But yes, I am honestly still breathtaken when I walk in, despite seeing it every sun." Jancis Milburga: "Oh, forgive me Lady. I did not. Afraid I missed most of everything. Cannot include myself in 'we'. But yes I tried to catch up as I could. Easy to see this place is blessed. Warm colors that are also soothing. The treasure of books. A lot of curtains. Anyone would feel better, here. Are you here with Lord Nathaniel, then? Your robes forgive me I am assuming much." Chee Smith: "The Seabreeze Market? Ooh, that'd be fun." Chee was grinning, eyes brightening. Kieran Fletcher nods, standing. Maril Hawker smiles at Lisie Lanverlais. Yvaine Athidrial nods to Chee Smith. Chee Smith motions joyfully to Yvaine Athidrial. Nathaniel Salem: "It was a pleasure, Lord Fletcher." Athil Thorne: "Oh, and I've named your two unnamed fish."

Ruran Vas 's masked face looked between the two of them. Also occasionally to the hawk. Maril Hawker: "Thanks for your help today as well Lisie. You don't have to stay back there all evening if you don't want to." Maril Hawker: "You have?" Kieran Fletcher: "In so far as trust goes... read the paper tomorrow. The pleasure was mine, Father Salem."

Osric Fawkes: "Spelunking and the odd bit of reading, mostly!" His grin returned as the topic came up. "I've a weakness for history, and what better way to learn than see it for yourself!" Athil Thorne: "I have." Maril Hawker: "What did you name them?" Lisie Lanverlais waved her hand dismissively, "I simply did it to free Autgur. I'm fine back here."

Nathaniel Salem chuckles at the 'Father'. Oh, this is going to take time. Ruran Vas straightened a little. Spelunking! "Oh..? Anywhere specific that you explore?"

Tara Leigh nodded towards Torhe, offering a glance towards Ellere. "I have no objection." Athil Thorne: "Falcon and Rose." Torhe Raanu smiles at Tara Leigh. Isla Sahb blinks, confused. "Lord Nathaniel? Nay, I arrived with brother and sister only. I have heard of his piety in the sacramentum though, he's a man of great wisdom." Maril Hawker: "Falcon and Rose.. Cadeceus.. and Patient. And Falcon. And Rose." Ellere Valahan raises a brow, "Well, I can oblige what I can. It has been some twenty summers since I have been there though." Yvaine Athidrial blinked a little at the time, "I better see about that rummaging and get back home. See you later yes?" Maril Hawker: "I can remember that." Yvaine Athidrial smiles at Chee Smith. Torhe Raanu nods to Ellere Valahan.

Rhaine Djirah glanced down to the coeurl kitten trotting around near her feet and twitched. Must. Resist. Urge. To pet. Rosamund Hale smiles and nods again, looking more at Hawkes than Fawkes. She tears her eyes away and blushes faintly. "Oh, yes, history is quite fascinating. Spelunking though, I wouldn't have thought that! How did you, ah, get into it?" Athil Thorne: "Good." He seemed to beam at the relative ease of acceptance. Torhe Raanu: I shall track you both down accordingly, then!  But for now, we mingle. Jancis Milburga: "He verily is! Thaliak stays close to him in the Trader's wake, no?" Osric Fawkes: "Ah, well just about anywhere I can get my feet to. Some Gelmorran, some of the safer Amdapori. I've a mind to see Nym, at least once." Chee Smith: "Ah yes. I shall see you, as well, aye? Do be well, Miss Yvaine." Elsewhere, Mercedes the coeurl-mixed cat was making friends, it would seem. Pet the cute kitty! Chee Smith bows courteously to Yvaine Athidrial. Yvaine Athidrial bows courteously to Chee Smith. Jancis Milburga corrects herself, "I mean Traders'." The 'ss' is just a bit different. Yvaine Athidrial: "You as well Chee!" Yvaine Athidrial bids farewell to Maril Hawker. Chee Smith: "Warden keep you!" Yvaine Athidrial nods to Chee Smith. Maril Hawker bids farewell to Yvaine Athidrial. Torhe Raanu: And by mingle, I of course mean investigate the facilities further.  If you would both excuse me! Ruran Vas nodded quickly. "Ah--yes, those are...very interesting places. But...also dangerous, of course." He looked to Rosa as she asked her question. Isla Sahb flashes a smile. "Blessed be the man who is graced with His wisdom." Ellere Valahan laughs, "Of course." Maril Hawker: "I think now would be a good time for a few questions if you have any, still." Maril Hawker smiles at Kieran Fletcher. Rhaine Djirah gave Chee a courteous nod. Lisie Lanverlais looked to Athil, "I do not believe we've met. I am Lisie, and you?" Maril Hawker: "Shall we take place in the couches?"

Osric Fawkes: "Just blind curiosity, I suppose. Anything even remotely pertaining to magic or aether studies has me a bit aflutter." Etienne Clairemont yawns a little, sipping their tea and allowing their gaze to drift to the fish tank. Athil Thorne smiled at Lisie and reached out his hand. Athil Thorne: "Athil Thorne. Charmed to meet you, Lisie." Tara Leigh offered a glance towards Rosa and Ruran, then Ellere - and then towards the door. "I...may take

Tara Leigh offered a glance towards Rosa and Ruran, then Ellere - and then towards the door. "I...may take this opportunity to rest.    I am a little exhausted after our venture to the desert."

Rosamund Hale: Ah, I see! You should speak with Torhe, perhaps. She's, well...quite the same!

Lisie Lanverlais took the offered hand and shook much too firmly. "Charmed, indeed. And how are you known to the Reach?" Osric Fawkes: "Oh? Perhaps I will!" Chee Smith would nod in turn. Her cat, Mercedes, was busy pulling out the -extra- cute for the Keeper woman. Ruran Vas: "Truly, they seem to have much in common." Rhaine Djirah: ......... Nathaniel Salem stays behind Jancis, looking over to the priest before Jancis, more or less amused. Ellere Valahan gives a nod Tara's way, "Quite. I shall tell the others you went on your way if you wish." Rhaine Djirah: Is... is that your kitten? Rosamund Hale glances around for Torhe -- aaaand she's gone. Chewing on her lip, she shrugs. "Well, when I find her again, I shall point you out to her--oh, goodbye Tara! Rosamund Hale bids farewell to Tara Leigh. Ruran Vas: "Mmh..? Oh--" Ruran Vas bows courteously to Tara Leigh. Tara Leigh: "My thanks, enough excitement for one afternoon." Chee Smith: "Aye, she is. This is Mercedes." Chee scooped up her cat, allowing the fluffball to purr in her arms. "One of three cats at home, actually. Mercedes goes with me everywhere." Osric Fawkes: "I imagine there will be a time for it." He moved to offer another scrap of food to Hawkes, perhaps buying him off to avoid a screech in his ear. Kieran Fletcher: "Yes of course." Athil Thorne matched the woman's grip, nonplussed by the overly-firm-nature. Rhaine Djirah: Oh, uh... m-may I? Rosamund Hale: Oh, there! Athil Thorne: "Patient. Maril's friend, mostly." Rosamund Hale: Torhe-- Rosamund Hale shrugs at Torhe Raanu. Ruran Vas: "Ah--shall I get her..?" Chee Smith: "By all means! She loves people." Mercedes purred louder. Pets? Osric Fawkes: "She seems rather busy!" Rosamund Hale: Y-yes. Well, maybe some other time. Ellere Valahan steps up by Ruran and Rosa, "She's exploring, I see no harm in it." Jancis Milburga doesn't immediately notice Nathaniel, the waft of familiar perfume reaching her as she looks over her shoulder, "Lord Nathaniel! We were just talking about you!" Torhe Raanu returns, book in hand Rhaine Djirah actually lets out a little squeal of delight before bombarding the kitty with pets. ALL THE PETS. "Oh, she's ADORABLE." Kieran Fletcher takes out his notebook, smiling brightly, "Tell me, what made you wish to start this clinic?" Ruran Vas shook his head. "Certainly not, but--" Torhe returned! Your eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing Nathaniel Salem. Osric Fawkes chuckled lightly. "Tis what the night is for!" Torhe Raanu: Yes, dear?

Lisie Lanverlais: "Then I must thank you for coming by and simply supporting the Reach out of kindness," she said with a smile, finally releasing the poor man's hand. "Would you care for a drink?"

Etienne Clairemont offers a nod to Maril and Kieran, not wishing to interupt the conversation.

Rosamund Hale: Torhe! Yes. Hello. This is, ah, Osric. And Hawkes. His hm, interests seem quite similar to yours! Rosamund Hale: N-not the hawk's, of course. I mean Osric's.

Chee Smith || Mercedes was being well and truly LOVED on by Miss Rhaine! She purred and purred, letitng out cooing meows and nuzzling Rhaine's hands. "She is, and she well knows it! She knows she's spoiled rotten and the master of the house!" Ellere Valahan snorts. Isla Sahb looks at Nathaniel Salem in shock! Jancis Milburga: "Forgive me. I arrived here ever so late. The lady here told me how well the blessing went." Athil Thorne: "Sure." Chee Smith smiles at Rhaine Djirah. Osric Fawkes: "Well, Hawkes might have -some- aspirations. I wouldn't know them." Torhe Raanu 's gaze wanders from Rosa to Osric, head canted off to one side, and a sole brow quirked "Conjury, arcanima, or the art of summoning?" Rosamund Hale furrows her brow. Maybe Hawkes did have similar interests too? She shook her head. Ridiculous.

Ruran Vas looked around. His gaze landed on Maril. He gave a thoughtful pause, scritching the side of his mask, and paid attention back to the group. Lisie Lanverlais: "Tea or the only alcoholic beverage in the facility? It has tequila in it." Nathaniel Salem smiles at Jancis, traits particularly soft. "I could feel it from the office, yes," he turns to the priestess. "You did a good job this sun. My thanks." Osric Fawkes: "A conjurer I am, arcanima has always fascinated me, summoning moreso!" Rhaine Djirah: How could she be anything but spoiled rotten? LOOKIT HER WITTLE EARS. Who could resist spoiling that face?! Chee Smith laughs at Rhaine Djirah.

Isla Sahb attempts to smarten herself up, stiffening in shock at his address. "F-father Salem...m-my thanks! I am His humble servant." Athil Thorne: "The Thanalan s Athil Thorne: "The Thanalan Sunrise? Was tasty enough the first time. I'll take another." Chee Smith: "I know that even -I- can't resist spoiling her." Mercedes was having fun being loved on! And Chee was highly amused. Lisie Lanverlais handed Athil the drink with a smile, "Enjoy!" Torhe Raanu 's neutral expression breaks into a smile, ears fluttering "Wonderful!  Each is a multi-faceted art, capable of doing as much good as harm.  Have you studied at the Fane long?" Rhaine Djirah got right up almost nose-to-nose with Mercedes, purring right back at the kitten. "Who's the cutest kitty? You are!" Athil Thorne took the drink and raised it in a half salute to Lisie. "Cheers, darling." Rosamund Hale takes this break to gaze wistfully at Hawkes. Osric Fawkes tilted his head. "I must admit ignorance to the term! I specialize moreso in conjury given my upbringing. The latter two are more of a curiosity, and a recent one at that." Nathaniel Salem: "I... Am no longer a Father, Sister. Brother Nonotome did not tell you?" Chee Smith || Mercedes was being -loved- on, and completely eating this up. The little cat bumped her nose to Rhaine's. "Oh now, Mercedes! You're too much!" Nathaniel Salem: "I broke with the church—Amicably. It may be a temporary disposition, but..." He trails off. Torhe Raanu glances sidelong at the transfixed look of adoration while Osric answers, her expression softening into something more thoughtful for a moment

Rhaine Djirah straightened up, giggling so hard she started hiccupping. "Awwwwwwww." Ruran Vas looked around again. Quietly, he excused himself to explore the place for himself.

Athil Thorne backed into a corner, drink in hand, as he glanced around the room. Jancis Milburga widens her eyes at Nathaniel's words, looking at Isla and bowing over her tea, "I am even more apologetic. Your service must have been truly uplifting with the spirit of everyone here." Chee Smith laughs at Rhaine Djirah. Jancis Milburga: "What is broken? Lord Nathaniel?" Lisie Lanverlais finished her third... or was it fourth... drink, and helped herself to another one. You express your worry with Nathaniel Salem. Rhaine Djirah smiles at Chee Smith. Torhe Raanu: Ahh, the Fane.  Stillglade Fane?  'Tis where conjurers one and all study, if they are indeed serious in their desire to learn.  I had the distinct... 'pleasure' of growing up a student. Maril Hawker: "Well, I come out of a family that is.. Ambitiously inclined. Mine parents have their own clinic in the clinic where I was born, and so I suppose it was in the cards for me to have my own as well. I had not dared to dream it would become this successful, and I am glad to put my passion into it every sun." Isla Sahb shakes her head. "R-rumours do not permeate the cloisters often much Father" she replies, clearly struggling for some other form of deference. "We all know of your name, and your deeds, though, in His service." Osric Fawkes: "Oh! Yes!" He smacked his forehead lightly. "I've studied there since I was but a boy. I heard the voices of the elementals as a lad, so I was quickly ushered there to learn to discern it all." Rosamund Hale snaps her attention back to the others. "Well, ah, it's getting late and I have some work to do before, hm, bed. It was lovely to meet you though, Osric! And Hawkes. Yes." She nods several times. Chee Smith: "Indeed!" Chee alloed for Mercedes to nuzzle the woman, before perching on Chee's uniformed shoulder. "Do you have pets of your own, Miss...?" Osric Fawkes: "Certainly! It was a pleasure to meet you, as well." Rosamund Hale bows courteously to Osric Fawkes. Nathaniel Salem seems taken aback at Jancis' question, then smiles weakly. He turns back to the priestess. "You are kind. But I would not be the man I am now were it not for devouts like you, Sister. You are a ray of light, and a bridge to His Halls." Ellere Valahan: "Take care dear, get some rest." Rosamund Hale: Thank you, and you as well, Ellere! Rhaine Djirah: Okay... *Hic* ....I think... *Hic* ...I'm good. *Hic* And, uh... n-no... *Hic* ...I'm on the road too much to have... *Hic* ...pets. Ellere Valahan bids farewell to Rosamund Hale. Nathaniel Salem: "So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for your hard work." Rosamund Hale: I'll, ah, meet you back home, Torhe? Kieran Fletcher: "Now that you have a larger space, what are your plans for increasing your servicing abilities?" Torhe Raanu opens her mouth to respond to Osric, eyes wide, only to be derailed, and turn on a heel "I shall return with you Rosa dear, the night is young, and much remains to be done.  May we resume this conversation another time, Osric?" Jancis Milburga still looks confused, turning back to Isla and following Nathaniel's example. Isla Sahb dips her head deep, the edge of her cowl almost touching the naked flame of her candle, if only for a moment. "My thanks...." Rosamund Hale: O-oh! Alright, I'll just, ah, see you outside then. Torhe Raanu nods to Rosamund Hale. Rosamund Hale bids farewell. Torhe Raanu: I'll just return this book. Nathaniel Salem: "There is much to discuss, still. May I have a word with you outside, Lady Milburga?" Osric Fawkes: "Oh, certainly!" Osric Fawkes: "Good eve, you two! May the earth ever meet your footfalls!" Torhe Raanu: Are you likely to be here often? Jancis Milburga: "As you like." Nathaniel Salem: "This way." Osric Fawkes: "I arrive when I can, yes!" Jancis Milburga bows to Isla again, "Pleasure to meet you, Lady."

Nathaniel Salem: "How are you? You are wearing a rather dark shade of blue this sun."

Jancis Milburga still has a look of concern and worry, "I am a bit under the weather, forgive me. It is. I thought it would make the white stand out more. Too dark?" Jancis Milburga: "It is quite formal." Nathaniel Salem: "...It is dark enough to see your light." A hand seems ready to brush her cheek with the back of two fingers for a moment, though he retracts his arm before there's any sort of contact, as if regretting the gesture. "You look fine." Nathaniel Salem: "Thank you very much for parcel, dear. It did brighten my day when I received it." Jancis Milburga softens a bit in her concern, focusing on his hand a moment. "You are welcome. Very much happy to hear that. I thought it might, different from what I usually see you with. More fun and you work hard, you deserve fun too. I wanted to thank you for your gift, as well. Already it has done much to help me." Jancis Milburga: "I did not bring it tonight. Especially coming here. There was a brothel that Denz was committed to going to so he might find his brother, but it was not a good brothel at all. Many got hurt and even persuaded. Voidsent den." Jancis Milburga tries to keep the story short. "It was a great boon for that." Nathaniel Salem looks away from her, smile gone, eyes half-closed. He takes a small, thin wooden box out of his bolero to pull a single cigarillo: "You had no problems attuning to it, I take it? Its aspect leans toward wind and water, as—" He nearly chokes on the cigar as he tries to light it up with a spell, frowning at the mention of Denz in a brothel. Then deeper at the mention of Voidsent. Jancis Milburga: "No, no problems. The moment I finished writing you back after receiving it I spent the rest of the sunlight with it and growing to understand it. Master Valeriaux even has some things about the house to aid. Nymeia's Luck, no?" Jancis Milburga laughs, "He has such a unique collection of things." Nathaniel Salem: "...Let's drop the cane for a moment. What was that about brothels and Voidsent? You did a cleansing?" Jancis Milburga lets the good humor slip away. "Not there, no. I saw Denz and who went with him when they returned to his family's manor. They all were. It was weak. Suggestive. It was already waning." Jancis Milburga: "The building itself Lord Gwannes destroyed." Nathaniel Salem parts his lips at the mention of Oskwell, and relaxes. It is clear he trusts the man when it comes to such things. He smokes, away from her figure, but looks back at her to talk. It seems to be same sweet-smelling tobacco. "I trust all is well, then. Still, if you need anything, anything at all, Lady Milburga... Twelve, I've said it too many times. You know it." Jancis Milburga watches quietly, not responding for another minute. "I do, the reminder is heartening. You help me even when I do not ask. Even in thought." She takes a slow breath and studies him, "If you need anything, I would do the same for you. Are you well? Did something break?" Nathaniel Salem: "I've broken every single bone in my body at least twice. I thought my heart intact, frozen and locked. But the Twelve know how to remind you of your own mortality." He smiles at her, just a bit. "I realized I needed time for myself. Away from—" It seems difficult to say. As if the concept were something foreign, unusual, unexpected and forbidden: "Away from Ul'dah." Jancis Milburga listens thoughtfully, watching his gestures as much as hearing his words. The last part makes her lips purse. Nathaniel Salem: "...A lot happened. And I might..." Nathaniel Salem: "...Say, how familiar are you with magicked seals?" Nathaniel Salem: "Things that keep aether in, or out." Jancis Milburga looks surprised at the change in topic, raising an eyebrow at that, but she obediently answers nonetheless. "A bit. Elements and living, mostly." She gestures to herself in a body flow kind of circle, "Some darker, but stronger voidsent I have noticed need more specific warding. Something a true arcanist would know more about." Jancis Milburga: "They are also good for keeping shards and crystals pure. Are you changing the subject on purpose?" Nathaniel Salem pauses at her final question, eyes in hers, somehow answering her without saying a word on the matter. "I might need your skills for something incredibly delicate, very soon. If I could do it on my own, I would. But this kind of rite requires two characters, with different alignments—" Nathaniel Salem: "Wind has... Never favored me." Jancis Milburga blinks slowly and doesn't press on, opening again with a soft trusting smile, "I am much attuned to the ways of wind. You know that already though from your gift." Nathaniel Salem seems to be looking for something that is not quite there—something or someone, his stare going right through her, his own presence diminished. "...Do you see it as a gift?" Jancis Milburga answers easily, "Yes."

Nathaniel Salem smiles at her. It is discreet, but seems genuine, something awfully rare coming from the man.

Nathaniel Salem: "...We are to seal a child. To avoid deep reserves to burst out, or to break in. The same seal I wear, the same seal my father and his father's wore." Nathaniel Salem: "Children born with such... gifts are bound to attract unwanted attention. I'd like to make sure they're safe." Jancis Milburga shines at what is clearly another gift, eyes widening a bit and echoing back the smile, though much more obvious and bright. One hand reaches for his to squeeze half his hand. "Thank yo-" Her hand pauses. "A child? Matron's Sake.." Nathaniel Salem: "My own," he lowers his hand, studying Jancis' reaction.

Jancis Milburga pauses a moment before inhaling, a look of great importance on her face as she stares up at him. Both of her hands go for Nathaniel's to squeeze it between hers. "What must I do to prepare?" >> Nathaniel Salem: So much for not a Father, lalalalal~ Nathaniel Salem seems a little surprised, blinking once, twice—He chuckles after that, relaxing. His free hand reassures her, caressing her wrist, lightly—gently pushing her away as he does, subtle. "Little. Very little. I trust you, Jancis. More than most, due to your nature, and not what we lived: we know little about one another. But I know enough about the world to realize that you are very special." Nathaniel Salem: "May we keep this between us for now? Or will you share the news with that knife-eared boy of yours?" Nathaniel Salem >> HE DIDN'T KNOW! Jancis Milburga doesn't seem to notice the push back, squeezing her hands together at the kind words taking them to heart. Her expression drops a bit. "Secrets. I do not understand. It is happy news and he cares so much for you. Many do." She gestures back to the clinic. Nathaniel Salem curls his fingers around her wrist, firm—unpleasant, but without too much force, as if to capture her attention. "This is not about me, Jancis. I just /happen/ to be there: and where I stand, trouble follows. This child is my legacy, and I want them to have a bright future, and a choice. I don't want them to flee Monetarist power due to my political ambitions. They stop before nothing. Not even killing a child. Do you understand?" Jancis Milburga blinks, furrowing her brow a moment and closes her eyes. Her hand curls up a bit as she repeats "Choice," before admitting, "I cannot lie about it. I will not. I did not consider you asking me this." Her eyes open and find his. "I will do as you ask and not speak of it, but I will not lie. That would be just as bad to slander the child with lies." Nathaniel Salem seems dissatisfied with her answer at first but concedes: it is, after all, the reason why she was chosen. "...I understand. Though the more guardians to keep them, the more secrets are likely to escape. It is... The primary reason why I worry. Perhaps I worry too much." Nathaniel Salem: "Many things were lost, last cycle. Friends and foes alike—I find myself... Not quite different, but still changed. As you heard earlier, I left the church." Nathaniel Salem: "Still, Brother Nonotome fumbles and trips over his own words, a firm 'Father' always eager to escape his lips when he speaks to me." Jancis Milburga: "You make it sound as a folly to earn such a title. Afraid you will have to accept some that you are giving and dependable. What you are in many eyes. New titles and names will come. And that man rarely speaks." Jancis Milburga: "I met him in Lady Melele's golden manor. He must mean what he says." >> Nathaniel Salem: Are you doing okay? Tired? Let me know if we should wrap up I don't want you exhausted. ^_^ Nathaniel Salem: "You are a but a set of eyes, Jancis. I am what I show, but I do not show what I am—and not once, you would look over your shoulder, seeing the man, and not the priest: the one pulling the strings of the puppet show and the shadow play." Nathaniel Salem: "Too much efforts, too much time. So I ask you to simply believe me, when I say that I am undeserving." He states, solemn. Factual. Nathaniel Salem: "...You've had no trouble believing me so far, have you? Then, it wouldn't be so much of a stretch, would it?" He narrows his eyes, articulating.

Jancis Milburga drops her shoulders at that, lips together before quietly quoting, “We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.” "You ask the most curious things of me tonight. I believe you as I believe your intentions behind them. I will ask something. Take time to reconsider this secret and worry. If it goes from protection into seclusion and not have you growing up. That would be a tragedy to not know you." Nathaniel Salem >> ( MAY! Nate do something relatively scary?! ) >> Nathaniel Salem: Of course!) Nathaniel Salem >> Nice! ) Nathaniel Salem seemed pained—or angered by her word for a time. A quiet thing, frustration building up: he looks aside in an attempt to calm himself down, which seems to work. Eventually, he offers the woman his hand. "You wish to know me?"

Jancis Milburga looks guilty afterwards, bowing her head a moment as he looks away as if her own gaze break would aid. She studies the silks and embroidery a moment before seeing his hand. "Wish to know," She repeats before gently placing her hand on his. "Yes, yes I do." Nathaniel Salem presses a thumb, gentle, giving her an apologetic look—As aether gathers, and something seems to break within Nathaniel's own life force. Jancis Milburga starts to smile lightly at what she took as a gesture at first, before her eyes widen to stare at him. Nathaniel Salem >> <Images flashes for a time; fire—unkind, unpleasant, nightmarish. It eats away everything, flesh, blood, bones. A single meteor threatens to destroy Ul'dah: men and women praise unholy spirits in the hopes to harness power beyond their comprehension. Eventually, Jancis may regain her spirits, but something's changed:> Nathaniel Salem >> <Inside Nathaniel, a hole, deeper than the Ocean, dark, but also a storm. A thousands souls of mages within a single crystal, hidden close to his heart.> Nathaniel Salem >> ( Jancis may experience vertigo briefly, as if, herself, she was unsteady, and close to a very high ravine—It is absolutely unpleasant, though you may interpret it how you'd like! O uO I hope it's not too flashy.) Nathaniel Salem >> ( What she feels doesn't match what she sees! It's just Nathaniel holding her hand! ) Jancis Milburga gripped at his hand as her eyes looked at nothing there, air caught in her throat as if it was not there, too thin, too hot to breathe at the pained gasp. Her stare looks at the ornate tunic, then his face, foreign and wrong as she tries to get her bearings, still holding fast to his hand, her free one coming out to grasp at his arm and steady herself. "..." Nathaniel Salem >> <Eventually it disappears with just as much violence, sucked inside /something/ — whatever had been hiding it all along. A seal, without a doubt. It is the Goblet, the moon and the Stars, Nathaniel: as if it were all a feverish dream.> Nathaniel Salem: "...Do you understand?" Edda Vincents | From beyond the stairway, a lone pair of violet dots watched and waited, narrowing into reptilian slits. Jancis Milburga doesn't look away from Nathaniel's chest for another minute, still using the poor man as an anchor. She looks at the cobblestone and straightens, hands not releasing him still, eyes finding his. "Yes. Yes and no." Nathaniel Salem holds her steady with both hands, looking over his shoulder as he does. Nathaniel Salem raises a couple of fingers to Jancis cheek, soft, focusing back on her. "We'll resume this conversation later. Why don't you go back in the clinic? Enjoy your night." Jancis Milburga doesn't notice whatsoever, "I-" She stops mid-sentence and slips her hands away, concern and caring coming over the shock. "All right. I can do that for you." Nathaniel Salem looks at her, pain changing into pity somewhat—He removes his arm, graceful. "Thank you, Jancis." Nathaniel Salem: "...I'll let you know when I need you." Jancis Milburga watches in another moment, "Be safe, Nathaniel. I will be there." Taking a deep breath, she turns and walks back to the clinic, a hand going to her face as she takes many more breaths.

https://youtu.be/bZJ5Id5GhHE

Nathaniel Salem Jancis Milburga

Jan 6 2018

[righthererightzao]

Metaphysick Newsletter: #1

Oi oi, lads, lasses and fella’s with glasses!~ Zaoka aloka here, bringing you the first official newsletter for Metaphysick!

                                             Who Are Metaphysick?  Metaphysick is an EU based Free Company on Balmung who’s primary focus is Roleplaying. We are a Good aligned group comprised of the former employees of the Sunny Seaside Salvage estate, now under the employ of the mysterious Mr. M. They are committed to the containment, research and subsequent banishment of Voidsent that plague the realm as well as the occasional venture into long forgotten ruins in order to obtain precious artifacts held within.

                                                     Renovations! Our very own Rosamund Hale has been hard at work renovating the old estate, now known as “The Midnight Bastion”. She’s done a great job and here are some screens of the new mansion!

                                                 The Story So Far... Answering the hails of their old leaders, the former members of the mercenary group known as Jackal and Hide met in their old meeting area, lovingly referred to as the ‘War Room’. It was there they were introduced to the new owner of the estate, an individual who refers to themselves as ‘Mr. M’ and learned of their plans to put together an initiative to combat the otherworldly fiends known as Voidsent. Mr. M tasked the group with one simple trial, to locate and dispatch a pair of Imps that had been causing mischief in the western regions of La Noscea.

Upon arriving at the location the group encountered Clover Fields, whom joined them in combating the puckish fiends and sending them back from whence they came.

A sennight later, Mr. M took it upon himself to contact the group once more, this time bestowing upon them the name of Metaphysick as well as issuing them with a new task. This time they were to locate a Voidsent that had been released inside the estate and to test out Mr. M’s prototype containment device. After a long onerous battle with an odorous pudding, the group were able to successfully trap the foul smelling creature in the containment field and report their success to their benefactor.

With two victories under their belts, Metaphysick were called upon by Torhe Raanu, one of thier own, on behalf of Mr. M. They were to combat a cult that had originated within Ishgard. Originally thought to be nothing more than a minor nuisance with how ineffectual they had been, though through the acquisition of certain tomes containing forbidden rituals they had become elevated as to the threat they posed. The group were carried to the frozen wastes of Coerthas where they were to deal with the results of a botched summon. Through the use of a sceptre designed to bring down a powerful levin bolt upon the malformed gelatenous monstrocities that had been spawned through the summon, metaphysick survived the encounter with mostly minor injuries, though one of their number, Kheja’a Akhabila was caught in the blast and was promptly taken back to the Midnight Bastion in order to make his recovery.

                ��                                    Conclusion  It’s been an exciting month for all of us here at the FC, from the birth of a new concept to the remodelling of our old estate and we look forward to what the future brings us here at META. Thank you for reading and until next time, have fun n’ take care!

[righthererightzao]

In the midst of sorting out his Triple Triad deck, Zaoka Aloka was alerted to ringing of his company issued Link Pearl, followed by an announcement from Rosamund hale.   “Ahem, ah, well, I was wondering if anyone wanted to join me for game of...blast, what was it...dodgebork! Yes. No...? Let's go with yes! On the beach. Mmhm!” It took a few seconds for what she said to register in his mind and as he tried to give a response he found himself unable to prevent himself from snickering at Rosamunds gaffe.   "Ah, dodgebork. My favourite." chimed Kheja’a Akhabila.   “Uh, is that a yes?” With a small chuckle Kheja gave his reply.   "Naturally. Give me a moment." It was at this point that Zaoka had covered his mouth, his legs kicking out against the ground as he tried his best not to laugh. After clearing his throat he dared to give a response.   "A-aye! Aye! Aqua n' I'll be dare in a tick!". With that, Zaoka put his Triple Triad cards away neatly in a blue tin before donning his swimming shorts and heading out to the beach with his Carbuncle familiar in tow.

Upon his arrival at the Mists beach he spotted Rosa in the company of Torhe Raanu, with the latter trying to console the former.   “I'm sure no-one noticed, dear.” When approaching the two, the Lalafellen Doctor gave them a polite wave when Rosamund looked to him and exclaimed   “DodgeBALL” In reaction to this sudden outburst, Zaoka promptly scrunched up his lips in an attempt to bar the laugh that was forming inside from escaping, giving Rosa a small nod in agreement which was met only by a pained smile.  “Quite!  That's the spirit, dear” cheered Torhe “You tell that reality what it should be. If, perchance, you happen to be successful in shaping reality into ball instead of bork, mayhaps you should consider pursuing a career in arcanima also?”  “Thanks...I think.”

The group was then joined by Kheja’a who ran towards them at a leisurely pace  "Hope I'm not too late?"  “Two on two, I su-” Rosa had begun to reply before turning to her partner who was currently laughing at her expense. “Torhe please.”  “Three, dear.” prompted Torhe.  “But--can they even--I mean...what?”  “Mayhaps mine own summoning can be excluded, but Aqua appears to have been given ample personality. You'd hurt his feelings to exclude him so.” In response to this, the Aquamarine Carbuncle by Zaokas side made its feelings about participating in the game known to the group as it puffed up its chest and trotted haughtily towards a nearby tent.   "O-of course...well, how should we split up?" sighed Rosa.  "Girls versus boys." suggested Torhe, giving a slight raise of her hand.  “Hmm...that works, if the 'boys' agree?” Zaoka merely shrugged  "Eeh! I'm easy~ I'll go wit' whatever ye t'ree want~"  "No objections." added Kheja’a.

Before taking their positions, Rosamund threw the ball towards Kheja’a who quickly caught it.   "Whatever happened to 'ladies first'?" he asked, rolling the ball back in his hands “If you insist, though..“ After putting some distance between themselves and the opposing team, Torhe signalled for her Topaz Carbuncle to head under the tent, where the Aquamarine Carbuncle greeted it by letting out a small huffing sound and turning up its nose. With a smile Torhe looked to Rosa  “Pray pardon the earlier teasing, dear.  Are you ready to win?”

After two matches, one on land and the other at sea, both Kheja’a and Zaoka suffered crushing defeat at the hands of Rosamund and Torhe. With their heads held high, the victors made their way back towards the Midnight Bastion, with Zaoka and Kheja’a following behind, where the promise of shelter from the rain and a warming mug of hot chocolate awaited them.

@aethersent @summoningthemoon @loversmercy