#mateus fc

[dogicrimsonofficial]

"Come in, have no fear!"

FC OPEN EVENT - MATEUS - MIST - W.28 - PLOT 24

Welcome to Storytellers first open FC event. We will be starting at 17:30 CST on 30th of October, and officially will end at 19:30 CST.

Talk to the host for your complementary cup of tea! Or three.

Riddles! Answer two separate riddles from two different TALE members, and find the Hatter for the final one... and for a little prize!

Put on your best Wonderland glamour! We'll be giving a prize of 500k gil for our favorite one among the visitors at 19:00 CST mark.

If you want to stay a bit longer to take screenshots, some of us are more than happy to stick around for a little while longer.

Note, most of us will be in character. Please respect this - think of us as actors trying to entertain you, if nothing else! You do not have to do that if it is not your cup of tea, we respect everyone's choices here.

Special notice! Due to most of us not having mods or mare enabled, we cannot judge costumes based on a mod you're using. We apologize for the inconvenience!

Another notice: The house we're using is under someone's name, so do not be alarmed if you cannot find familiar name on it!

[angelgendered]

ffxiv friends, does anyone inhabit a nice fc which is based around casual roleplay of pretty much any description? (excepting yakuza and other crime themes, no interest in those really)

drop links and stuff! i'm interested in lots of different things and have two characters on mateus looking for a home, and one on goblin who i can move as and when things allow him to move. my char on goblin is my main but i server hop lots.

links to discords or carrds or whatever much appreciated! pimp your fc here!

[lal-ffxiv]

Cheers!

Taken at Skysong on MATEUS - MIST - W 26 - P 4

[axratsffxivwrite]

FFXIV Write Day 7 - Morsel (Hunter's Stew)

If there was any solace or hope to be had in the fate of Rabanastre, it could be found at the Delima Hunters' Pub at meal times. 

The building wasn’t anything grand on the outside, truly, but as one of the few rebuilt structures amidst the ruined cityscape, it stood out. The hunters congregated upstairs, trading rumors and investigating the mission board for the latest marks and bounties. Even up here, the smell of seasoned stew wafted up the stairs, mixing with the din of chatter and conversation. 

The residents of Rabanastre gathered downstairs, either sat amidst repurposed reels turned tables or crowded around the bar to call out their requests. 

Behind one end of the bar, Kemal huddled over a book, taking names and dates and noting who was ordering for coin or labor and who was here for the clan’s charity. He made smalltalk in between, ever chatty – sometimes too chatty, in Marsil’s opinion, but that was hardly a crime – and kept smiles on the faces of those who were waiting. 

An impressive feat, considering everyone here was hungry. 

Marsil dished up bowl after bowl of their hunter’s stew, loading them up onto trays before passing them along to Kemal to dole out to those in need. The heat of the hearth and of some two dozen people gathered around the room left him sweating and uncomfortable, his red bandana firmly stuck to his forehead even as he dabbed the rest of his face on a towel. Uncomfortable as it was, he did not dare adjust the bandana to wipe beneath it. 

One bowl of stew, one watered down ale. Free to any Rabanastran resident, once per day. For many, this was the only morsel of food they would have today. Supplies did not come cheap here, but each and every individual here was either too stubborn or too poor to make the move to Valnain. 

Marsil would keep his people alive, even if this was all he could do. He had the privilege of an organization, of associations with Lente’s Tears. He would be remiss not to put those to good use. 

While Marsil was halfway through filling another tray’s worth of bowls, a man knocked twice on the surface of the bar and called to the back, “hey Marsil! What’s in the pot this time around?” 

“Hells if I know,” Marsil chimed back, “Kemal? Think this one was your handiwork, wasn’t it?” 

“Kin, too.” Kemal replied, checking the day’s list for the name of the person in front of him. Not seeing her, he placed her down for a new order of the daily stew. “Should be harpy and rabbit, with some carrots and garlic Dad brought back from Valnain.” 

Marsil chuckled. “Oh, so Kin kept it reasonable this time?” 

“For once. I think he just likes showing off for– …well, certain people who weren’t there.” 

Marsil chuckled to himself. Maybe Kemal wasn’t entirely incapable of keeping others’ secrets. Very bad at it, yes, but he tried. 

The man at the counter chuckled. “Who’s your elusive Viera boy smitten over these days?” 

“Not a damn clue,” Marsil lied, picking up the tray and carrying it over to the bar. 

Hungry faces stared back but they waited their turns as Kemal called for names one by one.

Over the shouting, Marsil continued to the man, “Kin keeps his own counsel. I don’t think his own mother knows what goes through his head. Viera men are notoriously solitary creatures, I’m told.”

The man grunted. “I don’t think I’ve seen him and his mother talk even when they’re working the bar together.” 

Marsil grimaced, scrunching up his nose as if sucking on a lemon. “Aye, noticed that too. It’s complicated, I try to keep my nose out of their affairs.” 

Another line. Another lie. Such was Marsil’s life; a hundred little white lies, all piled up on top of each other, threatening to topple at any time. He lived with it, even as it loomed precariously before him. 

“Prob’ly for the best.” The man agreed, taking his offered stew and mug of ale from Kemal and inclining his head gratefully. “Thank you both, and give my thanks to the kid when next you see him.” 

“We will.” Marsil promised, taking up the empty tray once more. “I should put you on the bar more often, Kemal. It’s not normally this calm.” 

“It’s not that different from working the counter at dad’s shop. People are just hungrier here.” 

Marsil chuckled. “Fair enough.” 

Hours passed before those seeking food began to taper off. Once he had closed the kitchen, Marsil handed off the leftovers to Kemal to take down to the waterway, and seek out those who could not reach the bar themselves. Then he began the slow process of cleaning up. 

Most people left, seeking their own shelter either down in the waterway or elsewhere, but many remained put. A few folks pitched in to help clean, and Marsil made sure to note their names down on the list of folks entitled to an extra free meal. Tables were stacked atop the stage, lanterns put away, and floors mopped down and dried before he began assigning beds to those who stayed. 

The pub only had a few bunks to offer, but once those were given out to the eldest or the infirm, they turned to the supplies sent from Doma. Soon, the floor was covered in eastern futons, arranged to maximize the amount of people they could fit without blocking the thoroughfare entirely. A few hunters without their own homes to return to made their beds in the storage loft or on the couches upstairs, serving as both protectors and deterrence from any desperate thoughts of thievery.

Once everyone had settled in for the night, Marsil dimmed the final lantern, retrieved the lockbox that held the clan’s coin, and retired down to the waterways himself.

They would do this again the next day, and the next, until the Desert Sapphire gleamed with all her former glory once more. However long it took, Clan Delima’s hunters would keep their people alive.

[wolfhollow]

Driftwood's Pastel Squad representing. Featuring Arden Baen (me), Elouan Volfmoenwyn (@porxienapper), Rokka Kvet (@violetlypurple) and Noelle Auberlaine (@just-the-mage).

[dragonsongmakhali]

friend of mine saw an ad for a Mateus FC that boasts a Halo/XIV crossover RP plot and sent it on over to me

I have never been more curious in my entire life.

[pastel-yell]

FebHyurary Day 10: Home

It's funny how many times in IC Lavender has mentioned that she lives in an attic, and people respond 'oh noooo, that's terrible!!' XD I think her attic is pretty cozy, if I do say so myself!

It's the perfect place to spend a cozy evening hanging out with Number 3 (the tiny tonberry).

[garciapimienta]

mateu i'm begging you to pull a miracle and get us declan rice

[messilove]

Mateu Lahoz preparing for his games:

[werepuppygaming]

We got a medium FC house!!

Mateus / Mist Ward 25 Plot 7.

Got a lot to consider with how it will end up looking, inside and out, but I got some tempory stuff up for the outside in the meantime.

[sntoot]

heres some actual screens of what hyth has been up to

[trans-estinien]

moved Eleutherios to sarg 👍

[odisauv]

A classic raid night with my FC back in Shadowbringers

[luci-builds]

INSOLITI EXQUISITUS [Goblet 3-31 (S), Mateus]

[hspn]

The opposite of a messy game

Peter Banks ignores yet another foul on a Chelsea player, 31st minute:

Brother: How come we cannot buy a foul from this ref? It's the same as the last game.

Me: This guy better start calling some fouls because this is starting to get messy.

Brother: Enrico gave out 15 cards yesterday. I bet that was the opposite of a messy game.

Me: I bet he shook everyone's hand as he gave out the 15 cards.

Brother: I think he gave out 15 his last game in the World Cup as well. Everyone on Reddit thinks he's the worst.

Me: Jorginho: I still send him Christmas cards.