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[riftdancing]

Once a humble coffee shop nestled in the heart of a great free company, The Fireside was the go-to place for members of Firelight Trading Company looking for a bite to eat after a long mission. Realising its potential as both a meeting place and a means of capital, its proprietor expanded the business throughout the various city-states of Eorzea until The Fireside became synonymous with coffee, company and great food; sourly needed after the anguish of The Final Days. Now, patrons old and new can gather to enjoy the hospitality and cosy atmosphere these avenues provide. Welcome to The Fireside! This establishment was made to focus on the creation and fostering of late-night/oceanic roleplay. Though physically located in Balmung/Crystal's Shirogane, the Fireside's expansion into almost all the city-states creates a space where your character can walk in from almost anywhere, and our focus on a coffee-shop with a laid-back atmosphere encourages off-the-cuff, casual roleplay that can turn into more. For more information, or to keep in touch with our events, feel free to join our discord here!

The Fireside will be re-opening for events shortly after Dawntrail's release. The staff are going to take some time to get through the MSQ and give everyone else a chance to play the expansion for a little bit before we begin again, but we're making a come back! Please look forward to it!

Until then, as always, the cafe is open to the public 24/7 for both your /gpose and roleplay hobbies! However, during off hours the café will not currently be staffed. Please feel free to NPC any baristas or waiters you might need for your Roleplay in the mean time.

Thank you so much for your interest! We're eager to serve you again!

Feel free to visit our beautifully overhauled website: The Fireside

The Fireside is located @ Plot 53, 3rd Ward, Shirogane on Balmung (Crystal)

[dany-elwen-ffxiv]

Watch me slam the door And crawl away weeping For I can burn the bridge But I can't take the heat.

[dubiousduskwight]

Day 9: Lend an Ear

Every time he heard the chime of the linkpearl, Rorogino shut his eyes in what was now instinct. Most of the time this wasn’t an issue, but it never failed to interrupt his flow when it happened while painting. Sighing, he looked past his reference picture, gave his patron an apologetic look, and set down his brush to bring his hand to his ear, daubing it in a sandy brown while he did so.

“Hey, ma.” His eyes remained closed as he listened to the conversation on the other end of the line. She was still arguing with his youngest sister, he could tell, but didn’t question why she’d call anyway. Hamletfolk had weird habits. Came from living under a dome with a fake sun, and he couldn’t say he hadn’t picked up a few of his own.

“Yeah, ma,” he replied. “Yeah. No, coin’s coming in.” He opened one eye to look over at the new client and winced, again in apology. She held up her hands to signal a silent understanding. “No, no grant money.”

The tone shifted, and his voice took on a note of annoyance, concealed under surprise. “Wow, a new vilekin? He did? That’s great. Hey, listen, I’m painting, can you call me in a bell – no, of course I’m not doing that. I said I wouldn’t.” He gave a flat look at the canvas. “Ma, it’s a landscape.” This was true: a sketch of the southern Shroud between the forest proper and Highbridge was taking shape on his canvas. “I’ll call back. I will. I mean it. All the best to the rest.”

He ended the call, and exhaled. “Only way she’d let me off the island without a panic,” he explained, tapping the ear that held the linkpearl. “Never calls at a reasonable hour. I told her when I was free, but you think she remembers? Nah.”

“That’s family, I suppose,” said his client, who offered him a small smile and kept her hands folded in her lap.

“Yeah, I suppose.” He picked up his brush, paused, and put it back down before reaching for his pallette. “’New vilekin’,” he said, sneering. “He’s a research assistant. Probably just cleaned up the writing. Or just cleaned up the lab. Always acting like he was working on the Ragnarok. But it’s in the sciences, it’s a good job. It’s not - “ He gestured at his canvas. “You know.”

“Of course. We do value the sciences in Ishgard, but we’re an art-loving lot. It’s a shame there are people in Sharlayan who can’t see that.”

“The poetry department does all right for itself,” Rorogino conceded. “Somehow. But I mean. I’m out here making money, doing something practical, but I gotta act like a guy who stands up to take a shite is the smartest man on the isle.” “...Did you mean ‘sits down to -' “

“I know what I said. Sorry, sorry, we should get on with this.” He pointed at the canvas, where a bare patch of the winding road between Thanalan and the Shroud hadn’t yet been painted in. “You want the pit to go here?”

His patron stepped around him to peer at the location, and gave an approving smile. “Just so. We’ll lead the ambush from there.” “Great. If you got that soil like I asked, we can get started.”

[arakhnesreiyr]

Quiet Ponderings 🌿🌱

[luck-and-larceny]

What do you mean Valeria Valentine isn't on the list?

The Valentines have been allies to the Travers family for years! What of Alnoth ? He's surely on the list. No?

To be candid, this is an outrage. An insult, that's what this is. The Travers will hear about this and when they do, they will be advised to either pay for your eyesight to be examined so that you might more ably read that list of names or to fire you for your incomprehensibly idiotic behavior tonight. Frankly, it's embarrassing how difficult it is to find good service these days. 

What's that, Alnoth? The invitations?

Oh! That's right! Look here, we've our handwritten invitations to this event!

Can you see or shall I save your poor eyesight and read them to you? ‘Alnoth and Valeria Valentine are hereby invited to–’

Ok, yes, we're going in, we're going in! You've made the right choice and likely saved your job in the process, but did you have to be so rude about it?? Honestly.

Come, Alnoth! We've an exclusive event to attend. Let's be sure everything we see stays exactly where we saw it, too. It'd be a shame if anything went missing.

[moonchildffxiv]

Joo'won Cheon 준우

DMS open | Currently : Primal Data Center . ENG | KR| AU She illuminates, she serenades the soul. She, the moon is never lonely , the moon has no need for sympathy for she is the mother of us , the mother of me. Veena Viera, orphaned by the fates. Son of the blessed deity Dalnim.

[roseastella]

𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 •——————•°•✿•°•——————•

[mimble-sparklepudding]

An Otter Anniversary!

This Friday (10th Feb) come and party at The Floating Otter with DJ Seikat and the appropriately named DJ Little Otter!

https://www.twitch.tv/djseikat (19.00 st - 21.30 st)

https://www.twitch.tv/dj_little_otter (21.30 st - 00.00 st )

♪ Open every Friday 19:00 - 23:00 ST! ♪ ♪ Chaos - Moogle - Lavender Beds - Ward 27 - Plot 28 ♪

Please boost to any EU Data Centre friends!

[aras-ffxivcollection]

Pondering how leveling roulettes can give me Sastasha in one run and Vanaspati the next *whiplash*

[magnificent-bee]

RP Event: Honeystone Cantina

In a corner of Castrum Oriens out in Gyr Abania's Fringes, the Honeystone serves up traditional Ala Mhigan (and inspired) food and drink to travelers passing through the region.

Join us Sunday, September 17 from 7-9 EST for good food, good drinks and good company!

Check us out at Bryndhildr- Goblet - Ward 20 Plot 11

More Info Here!

((This is the day before my IRL birthday! I am scheming up a special RP Dessert to serve for the occasion))

@mooglemeet @ffxivrp

[r-izi]

Looking for FFXIV Rp blogs to follow and interact with, please like or reblog this so I can see your wonderful characters? <3

[riftdancing]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆

Once a humble coffee shop nestled in the heart of a great free company, The Fireside was the go-to place for members of Firelight Trading Company looking for a bite to eat after a long mission. Realizing its potential as both a meeting place and a means of capital, its proprietor expanded the business throughout the various city-states of Eorzea until The Fireside became synonymous with coffee, company and great food; sourly needed after the anguish of The Final Days. Now, patrons old and new can gather to enjoy the hospitality and cozy atmosphere these avenues provide.

Welcome to The Fireside! This establishment was made to focus on the creation and fostering of late-night/oceanic roleplay. Though physically located in Balmung/Crystal's Shirogane, the Fireside's expansion into almost all the city-states creates a space where your character can walk in from almost anywhere, and our focus on a coffee-shop with a laid-back atmosphere encourages off-the-cuff, casual roleplay that can turn into more.

For more information, or to keep in touch with our events, feel free to join our discord here!

PS: We've remodeled so that we have more seating, a better upstairs lounge, and just more floor space in general. Every event night we've practically had a full house so this has been a must for us!

[dany-elwen-ffxiv]

One last #gpose session before the new expac hits 🔆🙌 Anchors aweigh - let's go to the New World!

[dubiousduskwight]

Day 11: Surrogate

So the thing about imagination, right, is that it’s not the same for everyone. We mostly all have the same tool, but we don’t all use it just the same. If we had a contest to see which couple of people can draw a tree exactly alike, nobody would win if we couldn’t compare notes, because we’d all be thinking of the same thing in different ways, with different styles. It’s tough to counterfeit a painting even if you’ve got the original in front of you. Even tougher if there isn’t an original yet.

No, look, calm down, I promise I’m going somewhere with this. Just calm down. No need for Blades right now, the problem’ll take care of itself.

So this gets easier if you are both copying the same real thing. Just thinking of a tree? That’s not much. A specific tree you’ve both seen and gotten to take notes on? That helps. We both saw the same image and we’re thinking of the same thing. It’s not exact, but – sorry, can you pass me that canvas over there? Your hands are shaking. Right, anyway, our imaginations are sort’ve synced up with each other that way.

Thanks. Go ahead and have a seat – no, I’m not worried. Honestly, this is good advertising. I’ll explain.

I didn’t plan on getting into this field, you know. I liked art and pictomancy studies seemed like a good way to get my Archon tattoo so I could get a real job somewhere else. What you studied in Sharlayan hardly matters if you’ve got that tattoo somewhere. Job interviews can get pretty invasive up there.

The texts on the subject are mostly from one lady, and she was convinced the most important thing was channeling your imagination into the paint through your brush and using that as a focus. You wave your brush and slop some magic paint everywhere, and hey you got a rendition of a Fire spell that really burns. I hear black mages weren’t in vogue at the time, but if they were I bet they would’ve been seething at her for being a copycoeurl.

Me, though, I wanted a little bit more utility. Her methods work great for something in the moment, but paintings last. You can do something with that – no, I don’t know what they wanted. Somebody’s always pissed at me for something. What are you so upset about? They weren’t even pointing the swords at you.

...Huh, yeah, I guess you are a witness. Don’t worry, it won’t be a problem. I gave them what they wanted.

Anyway, some shite went down and I had to leave the island in a hurry and set up shop and experimented a bit, and it turns out that – I mean, you know how arcanists always have to have fanciest and best magic ink for the books? Same principles apply to paint. You make a portrait, you apply the ink, you imbue it with your intent, and then maybe somebody looks at it and thinks about it later, and it goes off.

Look, don’t ask me about the particulars, I just do the work. You want somebody who can lob a bunch of metababble at you, tickets to Sharlayan are available elsewhere. Now, for example, if, say, you had prepared a portrait of a bomb floating around minding its own business with the right inks, and some pricks came in with swords demanding their money’s worth for whatever, and you gave them that portrait -

Yeah, there we go. Took them a while to take a look, I guess. Could you pick up those pots? Hate it when they fall off like that. They were closer than I thought, too.

Anyway, if you go outside I think the results’ll speak for themselves. Now, you still want a commission? Tell me what you want and make it quick. Pretty sure I’m gonna have to move soon.

[arakhnesreiyr]

🌷🌸🍃

[meandering-mind]

Do you ever just suddenly get whiplash when you rememeber that FFXIV used to have a bug, wherein sometimes the spam filter would eat your /say and your /em and not tell you about it. So you could sit in awkward silence for 10 mins because your partner doesn't know you wrote anything!! Which lead to a big culture of where you'd poke after 5-8 mins AND FEEL VERY BAD ABOUT POKING, because being a slow to type is totally okay and no one should feel rushed.