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[xivbumblingseabiscuits]

— Experience Nostalgic Melancholy —

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[golden-mediocrity]

Harm

-Do no harm.- The words echoed in his mind as he stood there meticulously washing his hands over the basin. The red splatters stained the white porcelain as the water gushed forward over his massive hands, bits of grey matter stuck to the cuffs of his robes. -Do no harm-. He could hear himself reciting the oath as he received his licenses and diplomas. But that oath could never supersede the one he made as a child. The same oath that brought him here, to the now dead man behind him, slumped against the wall and leaking fluids from the crushed face with the dangling, one-eyed stare at the back of Jian’s head.

He scrubbed harder at the viscera that soaked his pale skin, the rag he found wasn’t working as well as the stiff brushes he used before surgery, the prickly scratchy sensation that not only cleaned his skin, but could remove a few dermal layers as he went. He wanted to be clean, to pull on the rubber gloves and not touch it anymore.  He had gone into research and biomedical studies because of what he had to do when possibly called on by the Moks in the middle of any random night.

It was always different, rarely the same.  What was constant was its randomness and unexpected deliveries. An operative would show up virtually anywhere and stare, making the gesture with their hand held just above their diaphragm, over their heart waiting for Jian to notice. His reaction was always the same. His body tensed up, but felt a calm deep inside his core, a wind up and get ready type of feeling, like a spring ready to release, a hammer cocked back on a revolver, a symbolic click of a mechanism put in its place before the trigger pull and strike.

This time, he had been at a flashy Monetarist party, a decadent and  wanton display of wealth, power, and depravity.  Jian was sitting on plush pillows as the belly dancing Xaela was gyrating in front of him, she seemed to linger for a while, perhaps she was attracted to him, maybe she knew he had money, but when he finally looked up and gave her his attention, he saw the hand rise slowly, forming into the familiar curve of fingers and once his eyes drifted up, caught the near ultra violet glow of her limbals, the momentary dead stare of seriousness relayed the brevity of the current situation and his future task. As he watched her dance, she communicated to him, unbeknownst to the others that sat drinking and carousing and watching her face, chest, and hips as opposed to what the Ura observed. With a sign language taught to him at an early age, she relayed the information: A hit. A raen samurai, who was seated on cushions across the room from him Jian could see the man, he didn’t look like a samurai, other than the sword that was propped up against the wall behind him. He was a fully participating party to the event, seemingly drunk, two Miqo women in his arms he jostled around and sat on his lap. He was a big man, not quite as tall as Jian, but he appeared to be respectively built under his robes. Jian felt like he was just a normal person, they would probably have sake and a chat about philosophy or training in combat. The latter was what he would know more about, soon enough.

The dancer relayed the message, wait for the Raen to get up and leave the room, then remove him by any means necessary from the premises, end his life. Dispose of the body. -Do no harm.- It echoed in his mind as soon as he read the signal. He inhaled slowly and his eyes rose to meet hers once again. His steely-eyed look conveyed understanding to the woman before he looked across the room at the target. When he went to see if the dancer was still there, she wasn’t. There weren’t any more or less dancers in the room, but the dark blue skinned Xaela was nowhere to be seen and he had the ticking of the clock in his mind, from the sinister programming built into him during his childhood.  Despite this urging to action, the massive xaela would bide his time. He drank his drinks, he laughed with the people around him, he watched the entertainment, and he watched the raen.  When the man got up from his seat, Jian felt his destiny.

After waiting a moment, Jian finished his drink and set the glass down on the small table in front of his cushioned seat, then pushed himself up and stood.  He meandered around the room, behind the seated guests and found himself walking through the same doorway as his target.  He felt all of his senses alert and open, his horns felt for vibrations to see if he could hear the man, his eyes peeled down the hallway looking for any movement. As there was nothing to be detected, Jian started to move to different spaces, eventually he found what he was looking for. A half-hummed, half-sung tune in Hingan, something about whisky and lost love:

You love whisky, right? Let's talk a little more A common talk With that I'm fine now

A whimsical horoscope Let us meet casually And made us open a bottle Which contained a faded love

You love whisky, right? This restaurant suits you, right? You forgot That we loved each other

The words came floating out of a restroom that was a little farther down the normal path than Jian expected.  As he turned the corner, he could see the man standing there, robes bunched up in front of him, the splattering sound of his urine hitting the back of the receptacle he was pissing in. There was a long sigh from the xaela as he knew this was probably where the man would cease to exist. He closed the door behind him, flipped the lock, and despite that impediment, the loud music and carousing could still be heard from all the way down the long hall and into the restroom.  With the resounding thud of the lock clicking into place, the man turned his attention behind him, the blank gaze of the xaela he found may not have been from a familiar face, but the man knew that look all the same. He dropped the robes that he  held  up, and slowly spun in place. From habit, he reached down, but found that his sword was missing from his belt, there was a slow blinking expression on his face when he realized it was still standing up against the wall where he was previously sitting.

The room was cramped, with stalls and urinals on one side, a basin on the other, maybe three or four fulms wide, about twenty fulms between the raen and Jian. The raen looked as if he were preparing for a confrontation, Jian's programming took over. -Do no harm...- It flashed in his head for a blink, but he lowered his head and a smile cut across his lips exposing fanged teeth just before he took a few slow steps toward the other man. The Ura hadn't brought his hands up he just walked toward the raen who was set in a wide horse stance, fists up and ready. Jian up-nodded the man, a challenge to go first.  Red eyes narrowing instead of jumping into action, a question surfaced first," What is this?" The voice of what Jian had expected to be a drunk one, was stunningly sober. There was no confusion in the question, just an inquiry of why it was going to happen.

With a shake of his head in the negative, he shrugged and replied, "You probably pissed off the wrong people. I don't know. I don't care. It's business." After that, the doctor had nothing else to say. His opponent  initiated first, as Jian had hoped for, reaching up and landing a shot across his jaw. The usually gentle giant's grin grew wider and brought his hands up. There was no feint, no subterfuge in his attacks, he just threw a straight punch at the man, which was blocked and deflected up, the return strike hit the xaela in the stomach, then was followed up with another punch, this time an upper cut aimed under his chin. With the strike to the gut, Jian absorbed the blow, and as the punch came, he leaned his head back, causing the samurai to miss entirely. He knocked the arm out of the way with an outward block and grappled the arm, wrapping it up in his own, a brutal downward headbutt crashed into the man's forehead and he turned his body to break the hold, freeing his arm and spinning away from the giant. He wasn't that much smaller than Jian in height, but the smith's physique was apparently a major advantage the xaela held over him.  He swept low with his foot, contacting Jian's ankle, before he swung the leg around and made contact on the side of the assassin's head, ringing the horn that the shin hammered into.  It caused Jiantai to stagger back, and seeing his opportunity, the raen released a flurry of punches, and kicks, making Jian bring his arms up in defense. But he was patient, waiting for the other man to slow and recovery from the energy expended. Jian felt the bruising on his ribs and forearms from the contact, he was punched in the nose and the ringing in his horn was still blaring in his head.  This wasn't supposed to go like this. It should have been over already, was he grappling with ethics or paying for something personally? He would push that thought from his mind.

Tired of being on the defensive, Jiantai stopped caring about getting hit and swung his  long, sturdy arms in wide arcs, tossing haymakers at the other man, contacting with the sides of his head and pounding into the ivory horns of his opponent.  But even as he did so, the other man slipped forward under the blows to get away from them, hiding inside the wide swinging range, bringing up a reverse elbow, followed up into another attempted knockout upper cut from a side facing position.

This time he was expecting something more than the elbow and moved his head back away from the attack, Jian reached for the wrist and wrapped his huge hand around the arm he had snatched out of the air, with his right hand he countered while also twisting so that the man's inner elbow was facing away from Jian, the open palmed strike went into the elbow with a sickening crunch, over extending it and destroying the joint, a yelp of excruciating pain was expelled from the raen's mouth, he knew his arm wasn't going to be much use any longer, and his left hand reached back behind him at his belt, pulling out a tanto blade that he used with a strike that landed in the lower part of Jian's abdomen, the flash of pain burned brightly in his vision, but he took it without a grunt or audible exhalation.  Even if there was all that noise out in the party, he still controlled himself enough to not sound an alarm on himself, but that would soon change.

His blue eyes turned icy in that instant, it had become more serious than he had anticipated it to be, and the rage welled up in him to boiling over. With a loud growl, a hammer fist was brought down on the other man's wrist a knife hand to his throat, but he still held onto the dagger, yanked it out and struck Jian again in the shoulder and he pulled down trying to use it to open up his attacker, but it was embedded in his upper rib-cage, stuck and as he tried, he wasn't able to pull it free this time. Wide-eyed, wild, and completely out of control, Jian looked to be a man crazed and driven by battle in this life or death situation, his right arm came around and wrapped up the raen's neck, spinning him so that the choke-hold was under his chin, the throat trapped between forearm and bicep.  Squeezing as hard as he could with just the one arm, it was still not enough, the raen stomped down on jian's foot, and he tried to get away from the hold, but as he attempted to push off, Jian reached out and grabbed him by the back of the head and used his own momentum to propel the man forward and bashed his head straight into the wall, shattering the porcelain tiles that decorated the room.  Still not going down, the samurai turned, face bloodied and torn open by bits of ceramic that had cut deeply on his face, a shout of war from the pale scale signaled yet another attack, and he reached up for Jians' throat with his one good appendage.  Jian replied in kind but used his hands to grip hard on the bone-colored horns.  He felt the surge of strength the other man exerted on his throat, there was a calming focus as he used his leverage to try and bring those horns together. Slavering at the mouth and breathing through clenched teeth, growling like a wild animal, he applied more and more pressure.

Red eyes went wide as they realized something. The sounds he heard were the small micro-fractures on his skull, which eventually turned into crumbling fissures. The last thing the man saw was the pure rage and anger that had been held back inside the gentle giant... What roiled inside Jian was years of regret, self doubt, and hatred for himself and his inability to control the things he wanted to, all forcued into his control on this. He could exact his will on the man in front of him, and with one final guttural roar, another sick crunch accompanied by spurts of blood and an explosion of viscera splat across his face, covering him in bone and brain along with so much red.  He had pushed so hard that the right side of the raen's face caved in, eyeball hanging out of one socket while the dead stare locked onto the still howling xaela.  When he realized the life had left his target, he dropped the dead body on the floor and stood above it, breathing through clamped jaw and exposed teeth, lips curled in a rictus grin, spittle dripping from his mouth, blood falling from his chin... -Do no harm.- It echoed in his horns again, reminding him of his other oath, the one he would never be able to keep.  As the animal left him and the doctor returned, he switched off the emotions, empathy, and worry.  He went into a robotic mode, one that would allow him to process the next steps to dispose of the body, clean himself up, and find a way out.

The dreamy haze was still in his vision, he knew when he was under the effects of his programming, he had been studying hypnosis, mental tricks used to plant actions and loyalty into young minds... Jian felt like he was watching himself from outside as his body finished washing itself off, and then turned to begin the work of body removal. There was blood everywhere and he knew it was going to be obvious something gruesome happened in here. The cold, robotic Jian made a few decisions in that moment, then he executed his plan. He lifted his head up from leaning on the edge of the large Hingan bath in the SEO spa room. He must have been in here for a long time, he could feel his fingers wrinkling up and he let out a long, groan of a sigh. His shoulder and stomach were aching painfully, looking down he could see it stitched up along with another neatly done sewing job on his lower abdomen. He felt his insides were aetherically healed, but the closure needed to be manual.  He was exhausted and in his auto-pilot state, must have had difficulties with channeling.  He tried to forget all of it, dumping the body down into the Goblet ravine, setting the janitor's closet on fire inside the restroom, and his healing and self stitching of himself back together again. All he could hear was the crunching of the man's skull over and over in his mind, and the constant repeating of his own voice during his oath, *"I will do no harm...*

[tetsuro-wulf]

HANAFUBUKI FESTIVAL 🌸

Saturday, April 27th @ 8:00pm EST | Balmung Yanxia, Plum Springs

Spring has swept over the Far East in the form of the blossoming cherry trees! Join us this year to sit beneath the cherry blossoms with friends, loved ones, and companions and indulge in all spring has to offer. We open the festival with a ceremony that leads into the open market, and the evening closes with a themed play. 🍵

Join the discord to sign-up and get involved! Currently we're seeking; vendors, fortunetellers, geisha, and taxi volunteers: https://discord.gg/YmBHZWxTtf

If you're unable to fly in Yanxia, we will have volunteer taxi services present in Namai awaiting your arrival! 🍡

THE CARRD FOR THE FESTIVAL IS COMING SOON!

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[anamsgith]

-= House Madaras; 21+ XIV RP Group is recruiting! =-

A reclusive and selective estate, House Madaras has made a name for itself over the last century with its incredible leniency when it comes to illicit research. Vast on-site archives, bountiful resources and plenty of 'willing' subjects to play with means that not much is truly out of bounds within the House. It is a haven of willful ignorance where the morally ambiguous may thrive. A place of learning where few things are taboo and fewer still are deemed off-limits....

~Inspired by the world of Bloodborne and the Antivan Crows of Dragon Age~

House Madaras and its underbelly, the Serpent's Warren, is set up as a place for characters of more dubious alignments and persuasions to play; assassins, murderers, manipulative socialites, eccentric mages and so on! A place where very few things are off limits, and the darker things encouraged. We welcome people to play deviously, to use each others characters like pieces on a board and utilize the setting to its fullest.

As a heavy, 21+ RP group our intent is to give writers a well-crafted setting to explore the darker & maturer themes of FFXIV RP. We keep our setting grounded; we don't deal in over-powered characters here. But we do deal in consequences. We are a small and selective group with a zero policy for drama. Given the nature of our themes, we are quite strict and place great importance on communication and consent.

At a Glance-

What We Got:Lore Abiding/Bending Stories ● Dark / Mature Themes ● Horror ● Plot Driven Characters ● Combat & Civilian Friendly Space ● Gritty & Grounded Setting ● Player-First Combat System

What We Don't Do:Slavery ● Over-powered Characters ● Voidsent / Voidsent Hosts ● Warrior's of Light ● Lore-Breaking OC's ● IC / OOC Mixing ● Drama ● Make RP a Job

If any of that intrigues you, more info can be found on our Carrd below! Feel free to reach out to me here on Tumblr, or Discord via "Anamsgith" if you have any questions!

We are located on Balmung, Crystal, but are a Crossworld friendly space! You do not need to join the FC to RP with us. It serves as the RP-hub only.

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[suiren-shrine]

.:Hatsumode 2023:.

Suiren Shrine is happy to host our Hatsumode for the Year of the Rabbit!

Please join us for this small informal gathering to properly dispose of the previous year’s charms and gather new ones to prepare for the upcoming moons. 

Hot pot will be provided in our social area, fortunetelling will be offered by one of our kannushi, and charms can be purchased from our shop. Come warm up under our numerous kotatsu!

Where: Suiren Shrine ○ Coeurl, Shirogane, Ward 23, Plot 37

When: 19 January, 9pm EST

Carrd: https://hatsumode2023.carrd.co/

(Please note this is a separate event from the Hatsuhinode that takes place on 5 Jan!)

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[ebonguard]

HOLIDAYS AT THE CLOAK & DAGGER

Due to when major (US) holidays fall this year, our schedule for November and December has seen some adjustments in order to accommodate the holiday season!

November 25 and December 23, the fourth Fridays of November and December respectively, we will be CLOSED.

December 2 and December 9, the first and second Fridays of December, we will be OPEN at our usual time!

Additionally, with the end of the year right around the corner, our yearly Heavensturn Celebration will be on December 30. 

For this special event, we will have a special (limited) menu to ring out the old year, and we are looking for IC bards and performers to utilize our stage and help make our last opening of the year a night to remember! 

(If you are interested in participating, please reach out to us via Discord.)

We will return to our regular schedule of second and fourth Fridays in January!

The Cloak & Dagger is hiring for all service and security positions related to the venue’s operation! For more information about available positions, please see our hiring page here: https://cnd.crd.co/#hiring

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[casualcatte]

[RE] Roleplay Recap: Week 7

Welcome to another Roleplay Recap! The weekly blog where I give you a glimpse into my roleplay shenanigans! Enjoy! #FFXIV || #FFXIVRP || #FFXIVRoleplay || #BalmungRP || #BalmungRoleplay

Gospel Gospel encountered Zerey Zeyad in Ul’dah while she was traveling amongst her allies to recruit additional troops for his coming battle with the Masaki. While she made her inquiries with him on the status of the Hashima insurrection, Gospel let it slip that she had finally decided to part ways with her paramour, Syrio Nessaire. It gave Zerey something else to focus on for a while instead…

[toastheaven]

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LOOKING FOR FC (Crystal/Balmung)

Character Name: Castien Volliveaux Character Age: Late 20'sish Character Gender: Male Character Race: Ishgardian Elezen Character Profession: Adventurer (Ex-Dragoon) with a specialty in monster hunting. Who Is He?: Big Damn Hero with a heart of gold and an unwavering sense of morals. Looking to use his skills on the battlefield to do good for Eorzea and be a net positive on the world around him. Emotionally Constipated despite his best efforts and himbo-strength talent for putting his feet in his mouth unintentionally.

OOC: Medium to Heavy Adventure Roleplay, active, good-aligned. I enjoy action with a focus on furthering character growth and interpersonal relationships. Long-term plots and narrative storytelling a big yes! 21+ membership requirement preferred.

Must be LGBT+ enthusiastic and respectful to POC and minority voices, with no-tolerance policies for harassment and bullying (and management plans for handling inevitable issues therein).

Please DM with offers and suggestions!

Carrd Profile: https://castienvol.carrd.co/

[lanternlight-xiv]

Come join us on December 13th @ 7pm CST, 8pm EST, & 5pm PST for an in-game winter wonderland! We’ve gathered up a list of people that were willing to decorate their yards and/or plots to put this insane idea of ours into motion. Each stop will be 20 minutes long, with various activites and ‘carolers’ at each! Our stop list for this year, with their respective performers: • The Lanternlight x Shroudrose Teahouse @tea-ffxiv Balmung, Goblet W20 P49  7:00pm CST - 7:20pm CST Rhel, Snow White  • Zephyr Star Balmung, Goblet W20 P35 7:25pm CST - 7:45pm CST Momo-chan  • Flourish Balmung, Goblet W18 P49  7:50pm CST - 8:10pm CST @whitherwanderer & @shroudandsands  • Club Crescent @crescent-ffxiv Balmung, Goblet W18 P5 8:15pm CST - 8:35pm CST @savothesewercat  • Starlight Village @for-gold-and-glory Balmung, Goblet W6 P5 8:40pm CST - 9:00pm CST @dukeofishgard  •Seaside Aquarium @dane-escherra Balmung, Mist W3 P51 9:05pm CST - 9:25pm CST Myna  • Scions of Numenor Balmung, LB W7 P16 9:30pm CST - 9:50pm CST @tessariel-aerlinn  • Invincible Invintions Mateus, Goblet W1 P17 9:55pm CST - 10:15pm CST @bargain-bincent •Intangible Dreams Mateus, Goblet W9 P42 10:20pm CST - 10:40pm CST BRD Orchestra Thank you to everyone who expressed interest in this event.  Hope to see you there! Ƹ̵̡oӜ̵̨̄oƷ @balmungrpcalendar @balmungrp @crystalxivrp @crystal-rp-ffxiv @mooglemeet

[apocrypha-rp]

Apocrypha Presents

Obsessions of the Occult

Items to fascinate those that love the dark, death, and the oft taboo

8:30pm EST

February 28, 2021

Balmung - Mist Ward 19 Plot 15

[xivbumblingseabiscuits]

— Experience Nostalgic Melancholy —

🎶 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 — BALMUNG • MIST • W7 • P15 — 𝙰𝚄𝙶𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝟸𝟽𝚃𝙷 @ 𝟾𝙿𝙼 𝙴𝚃 •🍷http://wine-xiv.crd.co // @wine-xiv

[golden-mediocrity]

Channel

***Warning for self harm, violence, blood.***

The plush chair seemed to hug his form, something he had not been very accustomed to lately, the emptiness that had been consuming him from the inside was trying to fill it's own void.  Try as he might, the every-present pounding of his heart could be felt in his head and he attempted to isolate the sound's vibration in his horns, but it was no use. He channeled all he could of himself, his feelings, his emotions, his very soul into that point, desperately needing to silence the yelling of ten thousand voidsent screaming in discordant operatic melodies, giving a feeling of flesh rent from bone and tendon, but instead, applied to the inside of his mind unraveling his brain.

His blood boiled and he could feel the emptiness of the void overtaking every aspect of his senses. Mizuhiro struck out with clawed hands, and slashed at his own flesh along his chest and arms, causing rivulets of blood to follow in their destructive wake.  He could feel each and every ilm as they ripped through, he dug deep enough down to part muscle from vein, expose arteries that were normally hidden.  Even with as much pain and horror as it manifested in his mind, he still felt more in that moment, more than in recent memory.  The blinding white hot pain that pulsed in his vision, momentarily caused the screaming of the void to get washed out, the tinnitus in his horns rang out with every sawing cut and tear.  The hot drip-drip of blood tapping on the stone floor sounded like the second hand of the clock as the time of his life continued to tick on by.

There was no music, only the screams, but even with so many of them calling him home, he felt the thumping of a drum beat, the raising of another scream began to resonate separately and purposefully.  The wailing began to overtake the chorus of the rest, and it's familiarity haunted him, stabbed at his heart.  It was as if his entirety was spinning, round and round and over and over, causing his dizziness to increase.  He needed to know where it was coming from, this low guttural growl, harmonizing on it's own with itself, with a scraping blood-curdling shriek that echoed like a bat locating it's prey in the darkest of caverns, he could feel the hard pangs of hunger welling, driving him to feed, nothing was clear, his vision all a blur... He took one step, then another, and another, and on and on...

It didn't matter where he looked, walking along the nearly empty streets of the Goblet, but there were beacons out here, signalling for him, coaxing and calling him home, like the sirens of old, demanding sacrifice of ship and sanity, to crush them both on their rocky shores.  Mizu could feel the smashing of his will and rationality against the sharpest of objects, a slivered, shattered anvil, wrapped in barbed wire, ripping apart his lucidity and all reason... The rise of the chorus had matched his screaming now, pulling the ten thousand cacophonous voices into one, coordinated, identical song... The burst of white light had sprung forth in front of him, the beacon lit and answered, he bolted quick and dexterously to capture it in his arms, claws digging deep into it's flesh, along with his horns and teeth goring the entity of light, cutting it open and allowing him to feed freely on the pure fount of aether he had seized for himself.  

But in few, short moments later, the song ceased, the beacon fell dim and dull, along with everything that he had been conducting, the orchestra stopped, instruments clanged to the ground.  He crouched over the poor man, body now shriveled and desiccated, his aether fully removed so much that only a blood covered shell of what he had been remained.  There was another scream, a mortal one this time, one that shredded vocal chords and throat-flesh in a horrific display of regret and sorrow.  The Himaa dropped the corpse and stood above, tears streaming down his face along with the blood that trailed down his extremities, "No... no.... no......... no............," he continued to repeat over and over, his black-lit eyes glowed as they sought a way to escape.  He was flooded with self doubt and mortification at his actions, he had been past all of this, hadn't he? He had fallen asleep, something he had been doing more and more lately, and woke up as if from a nightmare that just didn't stop when his eyes opened, and revealed the fact that he had done this, he had let himself go, allowed his weaker nature to prevail...

He could not hold back the floodgates of pain and regret, but knew he needed to run, there was no explanation for what had happened other than the obvious, and he needed to distance himself from it as soon as humanly possible.  He picked up his feet, one after the other, faster and faster and finally until he found the end, he vaulted over the railing and down into the chasm, sliding with the rocks, and he prayed desperately he would not stop until he hit the abyss.

[tetsuro-wulf]

🐰 SHIROGANE HATSUHINODE 2023 🐰

As the turn shifts with the breeze of winter, Hingashi prepares to celebrate the time of the Water Rabbit! Vendors, diviners, street food, and games await! Performers from all walks of life will be there to fend off the cold and Suiren Shrine will be opening the festivities with a blessing and the mikoshi. Come usher in the new year with a celebration to set the mood for 2023!

⭐⭐ Signs-ups are open in the event discord for vendors, fortunetellers, game booths, performers, and security!

🌊 WHEN: Saturday, Jan 7th @8:30PM EST! 🌊 WHERE: Balmung | Shirogane W14, Akanezaka Markets 🌊 DISCORD: https://discord.gg/Pc7DsVshx2 🌊 INFO: https://shirohatsuhinode.carrd.co/

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[bornfromblood-xiv]

This event is hosted by Ala Mhigans [Born from Blood]. Rhalgr’s Respite is a meet-and-greet event. It features simple games, alcohol, snacks, an opportunity to show off your wares, create deeper story connections, and chat around a campfire. This event is open to everyone and anyone on the Crystal Data Center and hosted on Balmung.

Save The Date! ––– –   🏕️

Monthly

January 15th, Friday

6:00PM PT // 9:00PM ET

Crystal // Balmung!

About The Event! ––– –  🏕️

This is a meet-and-greet style event designed around camping out in Rhalgr’s Reach. It is hosted every 3rd Friday of the month. There will be an assortment of games, drinks and snacks, the opportunity to tell bardic stories around a fire, etc! We hope that you’ll consider joining us.

Please consider joining our Discord for future events, building connections, and more!

Festivities! ––– –  🏕️

Parlor Games! This event features a handful of various games of chance. Characters are also encouraged to bring their own games so that we have a wide variety. Games may be things like, “Gils (quarters),” “Ale Pong,” “Dice,” etc!

Gauntlet Training! Have you wanted to participate in the Gyr Abanian Gauntlet but you don’t know how to? Is your character an amateur fighter with big dreams? Rhalgr’s Respite will provide lessons on how to participate in the Gauntlet before that month’s Fight Night!

Services Encouraged! Not all Ala Mhigans are punchpunch centric and that’s okay! You want to come vend wares? Offer healing to anyone who may be bruised up? Maybe your character is great at cooking? Wherever your character’s talents may lie, join us for a night of respite!

Storytelling! We’re going to be hosting some round robin-esque bardic entertainment. We encourage performers of all  kinds to join us. Want to tell a story? Sing? Dance? Maybe you have performance macros? Whatever the case may be we hope that you’ll come share your talents (or your memes) with us!

Final Notes! ––– –  🏕️

We hope to see everyone come out. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns please feel free to message Sunsgerel Monsaran (BumblingSeaBiscuit#5703 on Discord). Likewise, if you’re a shy player but still want to try coming to the event, feel free to message Sunsgerel. She will set you up with a Duty Roulette: LFRP  (set you up with someone to roleplay with!). 

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[suiren-shrine]

Suiren Shrine will be hosting a trip to the Shirogane’s Night Market on 2 February! 

SUBdivision, SUBdivision, SUBdivision!

Stalls still available!

Night markets exist all over Eorzea but the ones of the East are especially large and complex. A mirror flip of the material world, these markets host the denizens of the spiritual world. Youkai, spirits, demons, ghosts, blessed mortals, or simply a keen-sensed individual can peddle and visit the night market where one of a kind wares can be found.

Cursed items? Spiritual weapons? Textiles of jiaoren silk? Horn of an oni? A cursed tonic? All manners of items are to be viewed and possibly purchased if one can pay the price. Though violence is prohibited on order of the Night Market Master, there are always more subtle ways of running into trouble. Suiren Shrine’s staff will be in attendance in an effort to keep the balance between spiritual and mortal.

When: 2 February, 8pm EST

Where: Coeurl, Crystal DC │Shirogane, Ward 23 SUBdivision (take the Akanegumo Bridge Subdivision port)

How to Vendor: https://discord.gg/RFvwJae6mr

Carrd: https://shirogane-night-market.carrd.co/

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[keepers-kiss]

The Elysium opens it’s doors and returns for another Open & Proud Showcase!

Join us for a night of laughter, warm ambiance, great food and music that is renown across the realms to warm hearts, dazzle the senses, liven souls, and weaken even the brittlest of stony exteriors… with rainbows. 

♬ Who: Performers featured from all around Hydaelyn!  ♬ Doors open: June 5th, 5PM PT / 8PM ET / 1AM UK ♬ Entertainment Begins: 8:30~ PM EST ♬ Where: The Wanderer’s Elysium: Mists Ward 11, Plot 5 [BALMUNG] ♬ Other Tidbits: We welcome all performers to our stage, both in-house and out, and our performer slots for this cabaret are currently OPEN ! ♬ OPEN SLOTS: We have 8-10 slots usually for each Cabaret with a first-come, first-serve basis. We do withhold the right to grant Keeper’s Kiss members priority on available slots.

If you are interested in performing at this event (or in the future!) please feel free to contact Sahra @ Akane#7497 or Certo @unendwen#2705 for more info!

Poster credits go to the talented @smol-nevi !

The Keeper’s Kiss is currently accepting applications! Follow >>http://www.keepers-kiss.org/recruitment<< to apply.

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