#paradyme capellago

[fulcrum-agent]

HeroForge, a company that does custom 3D printed minis, has a new colour print option. I wanted to mess with it a bunch, so I did up minis of a couple of my characters, my boyfriend’s character ( @paradymeshift ) and a friends characters.

[renofmanyalts]

Club Crescent’s 6th Birthday Party

[claire-xiv]

I could’ve killed the Kid for dragging my arse away from the work I was doing, were it not for the fact that he was actually intelligent for once, and planned ahead. I assume this Exarch is to thank for that, more so than the Kid.

Both were rather shocked when I arrived in the manner I did - mind, body, soul, and with my wardrobe and armaments. The Mage-Kid’s guess was that it was due to Nuntiae’s fuckery, and he’s probably right, though he seemed pleased with the fact it happened. Something about creating better possibilities later.

There’s a reason I don’t work with children, and those two reminded me why really quick.

At least I can go back and forth whenever I want, apparently.

I hadn’t expected to meet anyone I actually knew in this hellscape of a world. Plenty looked familiar or had similar aetheric qualities to the people I knew back home, but none quite fit their counterparts there to a tee.

Until this evening.

Not that I have any sort of intimate familiarity with the lad I ran across, but his face and aether were identical to someone I’d met back home. When I’d created the auto-scan module for my glasses, I didn’t think it would ever actually be useful - and it turns out it’s become immensely useful.

His name is Paradyme, and while he wasn’t forthcoming at all initially, I did convince him to admit we were from the same place. I’d run into him at one of those magic faires that happen from time to time back home, though I doubt he much recognised me, given I’ve changed quite a bit visually since then.

Though nearly a moon has passed since my first arrival, the poor lad’s been stuck here for around two years. I suspect he’s little in the way of connections to the Allagan brats, which makes me wonder how he arrived here at all. I’m quite sure the Mage-Kid would love to know as well...so perhaps it can become a bargaining chip in his damn little game.

I took him for some sort of spoiled prat initially. He was lamenting over the loss of his private crafting company and having to claw his way back up through the ranks of the Crystalline Mean, for all the world sounding like the Stag complaining of Eorzea’s terrible intelligence networks.

Pleasantly, while he still seems to be something of a prat, he’s not a spoiled prat. Nor is he much like the Stag, as I had feared when he said he was a financier for the academy that runs those faires, coupled with how distant he was playing at being at first.

I suppose we both rather have to take whatever comforts of home we can get, whether we find each other to be lacking or not. He’s rather trapped, and I’m rather bored, neither of which make for an enjoyable time.

Not all that long after a Hrothgar that had a pattern suspiciously similar to Red checked up on us, to see if we needed more drinks or food, Goldie decided he had to run off. He seemed a touch unsure and perhaps minutely disappointed that he didn’t know when our paths would cross again, so I forced him to let me see his linkpearl.

He was hesitant at first, given it hadn’t worked since he arrived; he didn’t strike me as much of a technologist, and his surprise at the fact the damn thing could be linked to one of these more advanced tomestones made that clear.

The lad refuses to get one of the tomestones and seemed to have a rather traumatised expression when asked if he had one. Something about being thoroughly done with the devices, which I’m sure that Rowena’s to blame for such feelings.

Gods know if they weren’t so much more advanced than our own, I’d never bother with the damn things either because of that bitch.

Might be advantageous to have a pocket-crafter here. I’ve little patience for Katless and the many rules of the Mean, so if someone else can suffer through it for me, all the better.

I’m on the fence as to whether or not he’ll prove to be more than a lad, albeit a useful one. Some of his answers were rather disappointing, while others showed a glimmer of wit and intelligence. It would be nice if someone up here were worth more than being a means to an end.

Time will tell, as they say.

OOC

Featuring: Paradyme Capellago ( @paradymeshift ) with mention of ‘Oskar’ ( @roscoerackham )

Locations: The Wandering Stairs, Crystarium, Norvrandt; The Pendants Personal Suites, Crystarium, Norvrandt

[jancisstuff]

Halloween Party and Haunted House

((Very belated - thank you generous hosts!))

Mummy Prize!

[ashe-xiv]

Ashla sank down onto the soft padding of ‘the study pit’, falling back against the large cushion that surrounded the small area. Her head fell back, and she stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, frowning.

Outside of the structured setting of the military, she was fairly awkward about interpersonal situations. The awkward interaction between herself and the manager of the Solace this evening wasn’t sitting well with her, but she didn’t precisely know how to further address the matter.

The ceiling, however, remained silent - lacking in answers as much as she was.

Sighing, she pushes herself back up a little, letting her lower back rest against the cushion behind her. The small, leatherbound tome she charishes, opening it before laying it on the table before her. She then takes a scroll case from her hip, pulling out several pages she had written while the book was being restored by a woman named Nu Li - who had done a wonderful job reparing the book to its pre-waterlogged state.

The parchments are set to the side of the book, as she extends her left hand over the pages. The bracelet beneath the sleeve of her jacket alights, a shimmering rainbow of twelve colours bleeding out from below the black leather. Pages begin turnning on their own volition, as graphite and ink turn to aetherdust, each page slipping upward into its own tiny cloud. She glances at the parchment, calculating how many pages they will take, the pages of the book fluttering forward as she does. Once she has alloted enough for the writings, the pages hault, the book open to a page that had never been written on before. The first little cloud of aetherdust begins falling onto the page, reforming the words and images it previously contained. The the page turns, and the next tiny cloud shimmers down onto the page; the process repeats several times, until there are no more aetherdust clouds.

Her right hand then reaches for the first parchment as the pages flutter back to where the other writings had begun, laying it against the face of the page in question. The parchment begins to shimmer as the aether is merged with the page it rests on, the ink and graphite settling into place. She repeats the process several times, the book turning its pages on its own accord until all of the parchments have been added.

Sighing, reaches for the book with her left hand, the illumination fading, while her right reaches for one of the waiting quills. With a glance towards the door to the library, she begins writing in a more traditional fashion.

I believe I may have, at the very least, disappointed Mister Paradyme, although it seems he was already in something of a sullen mood by that time of the night.

Althought the Solace is open to anyone who needs assistance, at any time, it appears that they have a monthly publicised open house, of sorts. When I returned from gathering more supplies, both Mister Paradyme and Mister Kete were standing in the lobby, in another of their sort of arguments together; usually that does not occur as such without an open house going on.

While I was upstairs putting away the things I had bought - which has left me rather pitifully destitute again, the doctor that began volunteering last open house arrived; I could only hear a little of the conversation, but it confirmed that something other than the day-to-day activities was occuring.

Being that I have been here for at least a moon, without having had much chance to speak to Mister Paradyme about restitution for staying so long, I asked if there was anything I could assist with; he rather energetically appointed me to greet anyone arriving, saving them from the cold prickliness of Mister Kete.

Unfortunately, despite remaining open for several hours for the hope house, no one arrived; we all suspect it has something to do with the various All Saints’ Wake festivities. Many a institution is offering free food, drink, and sweets at the moment, so very few are direly in need of a free meal this moon.

This seemed to have ruined Mister Paradyme’s mood; while the doctor and Mister Kete had already vacated the lobby for the kitchen and dining hall downstairs, he rather insisted I join them after the doctor came up to check on us - without coming down to join us.

He unfortunately arrived at a very awkward moment. The doctor had asked how things have been while staying here, and whilst admitting I practically live in the library - but not that I really have not used the bed in the boarding area I selected - she asked about what I was doing up in the ‘study pit’, as Mister Paradyme has termed it. Before really saying much of my own pursuits, I acknowledged that I was not particularly fond of the term selected - apparently right as Mister Paradyme came downstairs.

As is his right as the manager, I suppose, he told us all that it was the ‘study pit’, and we were to like the term; even Mister Kete dislikes it, and he is a Xaela - something sounding like the fighting pits of the Bloodsands or the Coliseum back home should appeal to him.

He did not really wait for much of an apology, even though I offered it to him as he went back upstairs. There was a small debate about whether or not I should go after him, but that was distracted by a rather crass comment from Mister Kete. After the doctor chided him for being lewd, I did get up and go fetch a bowl of soup and some bread to take up to the manager.

While it took a moment to find him, eventually I discovered him in the library, staring at the area he calls the ‘study pit’, the table covered with the tools of my research. When I offered him the food, he declined it in a manner that made it clear he was not as fine as he was claiming to be.

I attempted to call him on it as politely as possible, and he replied that he had every right to be a bit off considering the work he had put into tonight, and the lack of attendance. I had what my cohort used to call ���a redhead moment’, and upset a tad, I reminded him that I was here - and have been, so his work was not in vain, as he thought.

Oddly, he both acknowledged and somewhat thanked me for being here, before excusing himself for the evening; he claimed he would return when his head was clear.

Which left me standing rather awkwardly in the library with fresh soup and bread, and a rather odd feeling of having made a mess of things between us.

I could not just let the food go to waste, not with what Mister Paradyme and his employer mean for it. So I dismantled it into aether, and absorbed the energy from it; given the magics I study, replenising my aetherpool is vitaly important, so it was not wasted.

By the time I finished, Mister Kete and the doctor had come upstairs, trying to figure out where Mister Paradyme had gotten off to; I explained to them an abbreviated version of what happened, which only lead to Mister Kete making a snarky remark about the manager.

There was another brief argument, of sorts, over Mister Kete and his apparent fear of getting a vaccination, before the doctor took her leave. Mister Kete was not - and I think generally is not - one for socialisation once it is not required of him, so he took his leave into the back rooms of the Solace, and I came back up to the library.

I have been trying to figure out what to do about the manager ever since. I really am concerned that I offended him, when his mood was already tarnished, and I do not precisely know how to ammend such.

People are...a tad confusing, when one is not simply following orders or pre-established strategy.

The quill is returned to its inkwell, before her hand hovers over the damp ink; another flash of illumination from beneath her sleeve, and the ink is dry. Ashe closes the tome, and slips it back into its pocket on her sleeve. With a sigh, she stands and takes out a small postcard from the Moogles, glancing at the instructions on it as she leaves the library.

((And tagging @paradymeshift, @lance-of-fury, and @medicuscailius-ffxiv ...which it won’t let me tag so @maidenoftime-ffxiv instead.))

[komainu-no-hana]

[kisskissrommie]

➸

Rommie: Okay, but here’s the thingRommie: You being a woman now is unfair to me.Rommie: How the fuck am I supposed to remember to charge you?Rommie: I CAN’T LOSE THIS REVENUE STREAM, PEAR.

[leroymurrand]

The Struggle

The night was long, and Leroy found himself sleeplessly staring at the white wall across from him with a knitted brow.

He had attempted rest, trying to get comfortable on his clinic bed, but the man knew he was fooling himself. His healing ribs screamed at him for whatever position he laid in, and he ultimately decided that sitting would be the better option. Breathing still felt terrible, of course, but sitting upright at least put the weight off of him. Ultimately he wished the pain was the only issue he had.

The rest of it dealt with the girl next door to his clinic bed; a girl who had begun to talk in strange tongues in her sleep. Not exactly the most comforting thing to say goodnight to, and definitely a factor in making him wonder why in the bloody hells he allowed her to come.

Leroy wasn’t particularly good at bossing people around, much less anyone like Kotone. It wasn’t his business… and it was due to unfortunate circumstance that her friend had wound up the way that he did. He understood morally why he agreed to have her go. Logically, though… not so much.

He had fully admitted that he did not quite understand Kotone, a strange friend of Katja’s who had a penchant for dancing. She was a slight thing. Tiny, really. As white, if not whiter, than the sandy beaches at the Mists. By all descriptions, a lovely young lady. A good friend to those in need of one. But that was hardly what she was, by Leroy’s standards.

Healing was her trade, so she had said to him on a few occasions. He believed her too, considering it was by Kotone’s hand that he had found his way back to his human shape from the dragon blood curse of Ishgard fame. But ever since then, he could see that something else swirled about her like a misty shroud. An aetheric veil of mysteries. He could barely understand it with his newly awakened sixth sense. Within this tiny young woman lay something incredibly powerful; but whatever it was, Leroy could only guess at.

That innate gift that she had, whatever it was, was why Leroy had let her come to rescue Paradyme in the first place. Not that she’d take no from him, but he had his ways for making sure people stayed behind. But he didn’t utilize them. She had a right to go, regardless.

And now he questioned whether that was the right choice or not.

Leroy had been dreading the day that they would go back to the old house. Taking adventurers or mercenaries unfamiliar with her boosted chances up for Jan’s survival. Everyone who had faced her before wanted to kill her. The sound of condemnation from the lips of his friends brought her ever closer to an icy grave. Ultimately, he knew he didn’t want that for her. He couldn’t bring himself to justify it much, considering the state she was in. She was out of her mind. Severely damaged by aether poisoning and the forceful transformation she had undergone. Regardless of these facts, nobody really gave an indication that they cared. But Leroy still did. He loved Jan, even now.

That fact alone made him shut his eyes fiercely. Those thoughts and emotions of her stopped him from staring at the white wall so he could push away the red heat behind his lashes. The feeling of overwhelming loss hit him harder than he anticipated. Ultimately, it didn’t matter that he loved her. What he had hoped to achieve was now impossible.

And it was Kotone’s fault.

He had brought the girl to help, and by her hand, he watched everything he hoped for fall to pieces. It honestly felt worse than the orb of gravity that had ravaged the pair of them. Physical pain, he could handle; the undeniable sense of defeat, loss, and hopelessness that resulted from Kotone’s actions made everything else irrelevant to him.

Logically, he knew she had no idea what she was doing. Logically, he also knew there was no way to predict how Jan would have reacted. Think logically. Proper as always. Always the gentleman. Always understanding, responsible, and sympathetic.

Always the pillar of calm and reason, despite the storm.

From the way things were going, he doubted Kotone would even remotely remember what had transpired in those caves. She’d likely walk away with a story of how she nearly died, but survived a dragon’s assault. She and her friends will go their merry way, glad to see her happily recovered; Paradyme and Kotone were thankfully not victims to the dragon’s ire any longer.

It was probably for the best.

How could an old man blame his melancholy on the actions of a young Au Ra? Leroy certainly couldn’t answer the question seriously. It would be stupid. Especially since nobody really understood he still had bloody feelings for his wife. That he still plotted and planned to somehow release her from that scaled prison.

Bitch. Dragon. Crazy. Insane. Obsessed. All new labels for Janine Sufrey, Lady and scholar of the stars. Leroy had honestly thought and hoped she could be what she used to be…

But then the summoning happened. All because Kotone touched that gods damned corpse.

His thought process stopped on that fact again, and he couldn’t help but feel numb.

Without much cajoling, Leroy got himself off of the bed to walk about the darkened clinic.

He would have preferred a walk around the yard, but he felt too tired for that. Too hot. Too sweaty. All considered, very uncomfortable. His ribs ached with the movement, and he couldn’t help but touch at the small scar left behind by Shiro’s healing. Despite his minor exploration, Kotone continued talking in her sleep. This time, it shifted over to something a little bit understandable… but then it faded into something alien once more without much goading. He actually growled at her; it was an odd guttural sound that felt more primal than human. But that was the extent of his frustrations aimed at the girl.

As much as he disliked Kotone at the moment, he was not insane. She was as safe as if surrounded by friends in here, even with his self-made animosity. Though his emotions were certainly high, he wasn’t about to do something stupid or regrettable. By all accounts, she likely did something logical for her. Ultimately, Leroy knew that any condemnation would be useless.

It didn’t make him feel much better. With a sigh, he sat in a chair that had a large desk in front of it and found himself lighting a lamp to see. He doubted Kotone would wake from the tiny oil lamp; her slumber was a strange one, and even now Leroy could just sense the tingle of something strange in the air close to her. Ignoring it seemed easy enough, but the presence was just bloody electric, making the hairs on the nape of his neck stand up.

Despite this, he looked around, hoping he’d find something to pass the time. No important documents lay about, thankfully. Even if there were, Leroy didn’t consider himself to be nosy. Regardless, there was some blank parchment and some scattered pens. Medical study books. Very standard fair for a Clinic.

He picked up a pen and some spare pieces of parchment, and waited for his mind to spark him into some sort of activity. Writing, maybe. Dare he draw? Perhaps just some shapes? After a few drawn lines, he found himself writing words in the form of a letter. Kotone, From what was accomplished, I technically should be thanking you in our rescue of Paradyme. By your friends and loved ones, I technically should be worried for your safety just as much as they are; and by all means I am, internally. However, they are overshadowed by feelings of deepest mourning. Not for you, nor for kin. But for the already dead. Or soon to be.

Many who have met Janine only know her as a mad dragon, bent on her machinations. But I knew her as she was: Janine Sufrey Murrand. My wife. My lover. My best friend. The mother of my children. But most important of all was that she was herself. Considering all of this, my ties to her are still strong despite the unfortunate circumstances surrounding her current predicament. Ultimately, I made a promise to her; a promise that I take very seriously. Even though she considers me her enemy, I had fully intended to fulfill that promise to her. I believe you understand what I mean. Promises are important, no matter what kind. Unfortunately, due to this excursion, I am at a loss.

I had a plan to subdue her, though I admittedly shared it with no one. On that front, I stand responsible for it. Trust is a hard thing to earn in this world, and I didn’t trust anyone save myself for the safety of my wife. For that, I am sorry. Perhaps if I had told you, I would not hold the animosity I now hold against you.

Your actions, though pure in intent, I’m sure, caused Janine to unleash something I didn’t even think was possible. Her panic doomed us and I can see why. The corpse you had touched was that undoubtedly of Natalie: my youngest daughter, and the unfortunate victim of murder. I can’t fathom how Janine views her remains, but considering the shrine I think she likely saw her as some sort of martyr. Perhaps a catalyst for what we saw later in that cave.

My feelings have grown complicated on the matter. Please know that logically I don’t blame you for what happened. You aren’t responsible for it. No one really is, save for Janine herself. If I were somehow unbendable in will, I would follow that logic; but unfortunately I am conflicted and hurt. Emotionally I seek retribution, as I now must face the reality: I must feel the loss of my wife for a second time.

I had a small amount of hope that I would be able to save her. But by your hand, I must admit to myself that this hope is vain and dead. Perhaps if I were a smarter man, I wouldn’t have to suffer so. But such is my lot in life. In time, I might thank you for this revelation. Perhaps I might even come to terms with it. But for now, I feel nothing but anger and sadness… and it is unfortunately aimed at you. Please pay that no mind. Or try to. I need time to myself. It is complicated for me. I do not know what plagues you, but I wish you nothing but good health and a good life.

Leroy Murrand

 When he signed his name, Leroy realized he had filled three sheets of paper. He stared forlornly at the words, more tired than he had been in years. Setting the pen down, he gave the letter one final look and then firmly began to crumple the delicate sheets. They ended up angrily tossed in a bin saved for scrap.

With the lamp still burning, Leroy covered his face with his hands and waited for the sun to rise.

[epis-xiv]

The truth of the matter is...

     ...for all his protestations...

            ...he doesn’t regret a thing...

                    ...if anything, he regrets...

                            ...that it didn’t happen sooner.

Featuring: Paradyme Capellago ( @paradymeshift )

[fulcrum-agent]

9. Hesitate

Morning came all too soon.

His head spins as his mind replays the events of the night before — the sudden awakening mid-way through his planned sleep. Discovering the entirely naked Xaela woman hovering over him, the frantic attempts to calm the situation down so he could process it.

It took a considerable amount of diplomatic skill to convince the Auri woman to sleep for the evening.  He did, eventually, manage by allowing her to remain curled up along his side.

Master.

The title rings through his brain while fingertips rub his temples as he hovers over the sink in the bathroom. It's not like he hasn't had others call him such before, it's just never been so literal. Sometimes, when he's teaching smithing or some other skill, a student would elect to use such a title. Even rarer, a lover used such in the bedroom.

But none of them ever meant it, not really. Not so adamantly as his new...

...his new what?

Twelve above, he wasn't even sure what to consider her. Everything that came to mind was highly inappropriate and didn't help the situation any.

"Ward," he murmurs to himself, splashing water onto his face. "I'm sure that can work, for the moment."

Face washed, he continues to linger in the bathroom for a long moment, hesitating to return to the other room, well aware that the woman was still basically nude. She was...amply endowed, so none of his shirts fit her form while his most enormous jacket barely closed around her chest.

"Must do something about that, immediately," he chides himself as he runs his hands over his face.

Taking a deep breath, he finally turns and heads towards the door that separates the bathroom from the rest of his private quarters. With his hand outstretched to slide the paper and wood structure aside, he again pauses for a long moment.

"You can handle this, Paradyme," he murmurs in an attempt to convince himself. "You've handled far more complicated - Elodi, for example."

He squares his shoulders a bit, straightening his spine as he begins to slide the door open. With another deep breath, he steps out of the bathroom; hesitation shoved aside as he confronts this new problem head-on.

(( @paradymeshift ))

[aegir-ffxiv]

The Menphina Madness Blitzball Season is over!!!

Thank you so much for everyone who participated and helped out with this event, especially my co-GM Iota Draconis, the people who helped with the mechanics and referring: Aiden Mathias, Akos Talon, Hali Naras, Araceli Caillen. All the performers, our DJ Wendy, and our announcer Don Coconero!

Thanks to the cheerleaders, the Garlean escorts, the 4th Auxiliary, FLEET, and all of our sponsors, especially Sidara!

And thank you Maelstrom Radio for letting us stream with you, and Caiden the Stoic for providing the voice of Don Coconero in the final match! A SPECIAL THANKS TO DYLAN THORNE FOR ARRANGING THE CHARITY EVENT! 

I created this picture as a thank you for all the hard work the teams put in!

The Limsa Lominsa Buccaneers: Moengeim Bhalnwyn, Dylan Thorne, Fahron Elikha, Leanne Delphium, Asa Naeuri, Rastirah Kacha, Leona Jeanne Northgate, Rhan’li Zohra! The Ul’dah Gil Turtles: Reagan Runsford, Neroki Tpes, Qadan Qulaan, Ryanti Veanysus, Sylastair Wolfhart, Paradyme Capellago, Stephany Gillmeister, and co-captain East Achilles O’hteco!

The Gridania Sea Chocobos: Alan Ejinn, Syluss Koelain, Vherin’to Levanha, Baptistaux Hortimonte, Arcadius Vernos, Kophon Sunlily, Ishra Levanha, and Gegeruza Xixiruza!

The Ishgard Eyes: Oliver Delvants (sorry Coconero forgot to announce you last night!), Durendel Bladebreak, Gemini d’Argent, Reinhardt Pendragon, Irga Ronsolloux, Villette Laurent, Fiona Arianna de Serevaine-Delaine, Rex Sahashin, Ramona Zale, Idristan Agache!

The Ala Mhigo Royal Griffons: Agni Isole, Sil Ascheblade, Cerise Maylithos, Colt Sterline, Fjolnir Drakenbane, Skadi Woodward, Sain Ironheart, Alexei Zolotse!

The Kugane Koban Crushers: Kara Skyfallen, Cirina Malqir, Asahio no Haruhi, Rydia Misuto, Blitzball Player, Ashe Zahra, Momo Kurogane!

The Imperial Ala Mhigo Salt Barons: Mynxe nan Janus, Eigaar oen Hellus, Yuuto oen Ueda, Octavius oen Nero, Albrecht kir Berginer, Blappa jen Wydaar, and Talon Khaine!

The Garlemald Classiarii Techinicii: Khallendra sas Khaine, Fujiko bas Chosai, quo Faustius, Jin, Innocentius jen Shinra, Rattus aan Rattus!

Cheer Squad: Tyme Northstar, Daliqara Vachir, Dylan Thorne, Sidar Hartnell, U’illya Verial, Jean Ashdale!

Thanks for RPing with us!

[veils-and-hearts]

PHOENIXFAIRE (2/16 @ 7 PM EST, Mist Ward 1 Beach by Seagaze Market) (!!! UPDATED WITH VENDOR LOCATIONS !!!) Map of Festivities & Additional Info FEATURED ENTERTAINMENT 7 PM EST – Opening Performance by Delirium 7:30 PM EST – Phoenixfaire Games: Lover’s Tide & Wanderer’s Champion hosted by WYNG with a performance to follow Menphina Madness – In honor of an upcoming Blitzball Tournament, a demonstration will be held. Come learn to play from the pros! Hosted by Aegir VENDORS Event security provided by Relexano Delmandi of Golden Fox Mercenary Corp.  Golden Fox Mercenary Corp will be providing routine perimeter sweeps, patrols, weapons checks (as needed) and further assistance to festival guests. Additional security will be provided by Khokanchin Mercantile and associates.

Golden Gil Casino will be providing all sorts of games of chance throughout the festival. Chidori & Co. – Flower pins and flower vendors.  Come stop by and purchase a flower for a special someone or yourself!  A list of colors and their associated meanings can be found here. Lady Llinos Silvernail of Ul’dah – Smoke Scrying and Horoscopes.  Come and write a question or the name of a person down on a parchment to be fed to the flames, the smoke will divine whether your luck will be favorable or less so.  Horoscopes can also be read for those wanting to know what the stars say of their strengths and weakness, their lucky colors and so on.  Hoshichou Monsaran – Divination, Tea and Cards.  Come and seek a detailed reading of your fate from the famed fortune-teller. Golden Fox Trade House – Spicy flavors from the East and cold tea, as well as treasures from Othard such as tea leaves, spices, tea sets and more!  Come get your supply of festival fireworks here as well! Capellago Crafting Consortium, run by Paradyme Capellago – Crafter of fine trinkets and baubles.  Come and purchase a souvenir for yourself or a special someone, or a trinket made with your lucky colors. Fahron’s Fabulous Finery, run by Fahron Elikha – Fashionable threads and accessories for looking your best at the Phoenixfaire! Vernos Hammerworks, run by Arcadius Vernos – Come stop by and see the fine array of metal-worked items or place an order for a custom piece. Quench Your Palette! run by Moengeim Bhalnwyn – Local artist and studio owner Moengeim is offering easels, frames, original paintings and prints.  Also offering literature for her bi-weekly art classes.  May also be hired for portraits and home renovations.  ((Offering in game paintings at below-market board prices!)) Bandee Pakshee – Providing Near-Eastern cuisine ranging from cold dishes and drinks to spicy treats and delicacies. Fontaine’s, run by Archemides Fontaine – Offering a variety of flavors ranging from spicy to cool from a diverse menu, including a few Ala Mhigan dishes!.. Shroudrose Teahouse, run by Faye Convington - The Shroudrose will provide fresh cups of hot or iced tea in a variety of flavors, complimented with decadent sweets from traditional favorites to festive goods in the spirit of Phoenixfaire. If you would like to sign up to be a vendor, there’s still time!  Please see the initial post for our Discord information. If you’d like to compete in the two events Lover’s Tide and Wanderer’s Champion and want to reserve a spot, please contact Llinos#2108 on Discord! See you there!

[drunkdungeoneers-ffxiv]

Hanging on one of the dojo walls, a ranking board detailing the win-loss ratio of every company employee that has sparred in the room, ordered alphabetically by first name. The board is updated after each spar. The employee with the best win rating holds the title of Company Champion; the title means nothing except bragging rights.

Dojo Rankings (Season I)

Closed

Everschade Bracket (41 matches or more)

• Champion: Kyojin Borlaaq

Kyojin Borlaaq: 48-40 (0.54)

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Sapling Bracket (40 to 6 matches)

• Champion: Robin Belmont

Anhe Dulain: 8-2 (0.80) Aurina Hayle: 4-2 (0.66) Charging Thunder: 10-5 (0.66) Dalanoth Ithiel: 6-11 (0.35) Fiona Delaine: 6-4 (0.60) Fumio Aogane: 6-2 (0.75) Kairi Autumnlight: 1-5 (0.16) Kersch Schwarzer: 2-4 (0.33) Kundek Qerel: 13-19 (0.40) L’alor Nunh: 15-16 (0.48) L’eyline Talyn: 19-12 (0.61) Maho Datura: 3-3 (0.50) Nuellea Solainteau: 7-6 (0.53) Robin Belmont: 9-2 (0.82) Syn’thiel Lyrin: 11-8 (0.57) Zihji’li Nhikna: 4-7 (0.36)

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Sprout Bracket (5 matches or less)

• No champions among Saplings

A’rihnn Worldstrider: 1-0 (1.00) Accendie Redsteele: 3-2 (0.60) Adlai Mishra: 1-4 (0.20) Anri Molkoh: 0-3 (0.00) Bragi Odinson: 0-1 (0.00) Cicielle Cielle: 1-1 (0.50) Cirina Malaguld: 0-1 (0.00) Constantine Rhade: 3-2 (0.60) Connor Kinnison: 0-1 (0.00) Defiant Bride: 0-1 (0.00) Deitrala de Verglace: 1-0 (1.00) Drith Buduga: 1-0 (1.00) Erah’sae Zhwan: 0-3 (0.00) Ethalrin Dawnblade: 2-1 (0.66) Ibakha Qalli: 1-1 (0.50) Ingkko Nalgi: 0-1 (0.00) Junvyr: 1-3 (0.25) Kattyne Aeris: 1-3 (0.25) Khora Velaceras: 0-1 (0.00) Khulgana Borlaaq: 0-1 (0.00) Krie Arda: 1-1 (0.50) L’kahlee Rahm: 2-3 (0.40) Laplace Daemon: 1-0 (1.00) Lyuri Felnica: 2-2 (0.50) Meziene Zujier: 1-0 (1.00) Nelani Nunne: 0-1 (0.00) Orin Kai: 0-2 (0.00) Orion Llewelyn: 0-1 (0.00) Paradyme Capellago: 2-3 (0.4) Qarabolor Kagon: 2-1 (0.66) Qaranai Dotharl: 1-0 (1.00) Quiet Gale: 0-3 (0.00) Ryuka Yumitori: 1-1 (0.50) Teixilea Kagon: 0-1 (0.00) Theodora Zural: 3-0 (1.00) Theon: 1-1 (0.50) Tristan Wyke: 1-1 (0.50) Tsukiko Tanshi: 1-0 (1.00) Wyra Sibimet: 0-2 (0.00) Zhuzhuli Zhuli: 3-2 (0.60) Zihji’a Nhikna: 1-4 (0.20) Zihji’to Nhikna: 0-1 (0.00) Zorah Shapa: 0-1 (0.00)

[ashe-xiv]

The parchment was delivered to her in the morning, while she was still lounging alongside the injured man. Initially, she’s confused, until she turns the letter over, and finds the kingdom’s seal holding the letter shut - and in an instant, she knows who it’s from.

She considers ignoring the letter, setting it on fire, dismantling the aether until there was nothing left.

But she didn’t. She opened it, and let her eyes fall on the familiar characters of their native language, and she realised that the letter is for her eyes alone.

As he waits beside her, the pain within his lower back and spine increasing from the tension of watching her expressions, she reads over the words once.

Twice.

A third time.

Taking a deep and controlled breath, the small leather-bound tome is retrieved from the nearly proportionately small satchel that hangs from the headboard of the bed they lay upon. She opens it, still taking slow and measured breaths, finding the first blank page.

Parchment is settled against parchment, as illumination sparks from around her left wrist. The loose page fades into the bound page, the seal on its back becoming a watermark made up of four different colours, as the lettering sears itself into the tome. As the last character embeds itself into the page, the light from around her wrist dies.

አሽላ,

ይህ ጥሩ ሆኖ አግኝቶኛል ብዬ ተስፋ አደርጋለሁ. ዶ / ር ዛኒን በየትኛውም ሚስጥራዊ ስልቶች አማካይነት, ይህንን እንድትፅፈው አነሳሳኝ, ስለዚህ እርስዎ እሰከሙ ፀሐይ ሲነቃ ይሄንን ለማንበብ እንደሚችሉ ተስፋ እናደርጋለን. ሁለታችንም በአካል ጉዳታችን ውስጥ ለመኖር እንዴት እንደታጨመች ስመለከት, አንድ ሀሳብ ሀሳቤን በትክክል ለመግለፅ የተሻለ ደብዳቤ ነው ብዬ አስቤ ነበር.

ለብዙ አስርት አመታት ባልተመረቁ አመራሮች ላይ የመጨረሻውን ምሽት እንድንተወው ገፋፋኝ, እናም የእኔን ይቅርታ እንጠይቃለን. ልክ እንደ እኔ ለትውልድ አገራችን እራሳችን በእራሳችን መንገድ እንደምናደርግ - እና ለእኔ ለማንኛውም ዲልሜላካውያን ስእለ ቃላትን ቢሰረዝም, በፈለጉኝ ጊዜ ለመዋጋት ዝግጁ ነኝ. በደንብ ያልተማሩኝ አንዳንድ ጊዜ ሊያይ መስማት ባይችልም እንኳን ጥሩ ስራ ይሰራሉ. ያለፉ ተሞክሮዎች የእራስህን ጨምሮ የሌሎችን መልካም ፍላጎት አሳውረውኛል.

በዛም ጃራ ላይ, በራሴ መንገድ ይሄን እፈፅማለሁ. የበረሃ ሳራሻን ኩባንያ ሠራተኛ እንደመሆኔ መጠን ሀላፊነቴ በእኔ ትከሻ ላይ ይወድቃል. ሁልጊዜ እርስዎ እንደሚያደርጉት እንደ አስፈላጊነቱ እንደሚስተካከል እተማመናለሁ. በቅርብ ጊዜ ስለተከናወኑ ድርጊቶች በቂ መረጃ ባለመኖሩ ወደ ሌላ ሰው ሊመጣ የሚገባውን ቅጣት ማሰብ እና አባቴን ሊገድለው እጓጓለሁ, እና በዚህ ሁኔታ መጨረሻ ላይ ነገሮችዎን እንደሚፈጽሙ መተመን.

ብዙውን ጊዜ እንደሚወነጅቱ, ሲወርድ ሲኖር በእርጋታ መቀመጥ አልችልም. አይኔን ስለከፈተ እና ሁልጊዜም በምሄድበት መንገድ ላይ አንድ ጊዜ ደግሜ ደጋግመኝ ነበር.

መልካም አድል, ሊ��

Her breath becomes erratic as the tome closes, the letter preserved for time and eternity, and by the time she places the leather book back into the satchel, her shoulders are shaking. The man beside her reaches a hand out, touching her back, stroking his fingers over her exposed skin with the gentlest touch he can manage, in his injured state.

The touch releases the emotion she has been trying to bottle up, and she chokes on the first gasps as she begins to cry, the freshly healing cut that bisects her throat nearly cutting the sound off. His hand pauses, laying flat against her back, a wordless murmur reaching her ears, concern and consolation in equal measure calling her back to him.

She slips back down to his side, curling up against him as her emotions break free en force, his arm wrapping around her frame, as best it can, given he can't move properly yet. His lips kiss the top of her head, lingering against the fiery red hair, his own more blood-coloured hair falling into his eyes from the motion.

He holds her, without asking questions, the first in this strange land to have vowed to protect her, well before the one who had written the letter had. She is guarded, as close to him as she can be without him shifting his position, his hand brushing over her back with that gentle touch, until the exhaustion from her tears allows her to drift into sleep.

Kissing the top of her head again, he vows to himself that he will never be the one to make her cry.

[for-gold-and-glory]

The Trial of the Vath Adventurer - Logs

Here are the logs fromt he Trial of the Vath Adventurer. Thanks to @eaoisnotawhore for recording the transcript and Shio for giving me her screenshots <3<3<3

Zana Akhabila: "Ready to head in?"

Paradyme Capellago: "About as ready as I can be."

Zana Akhabila takes a deep breath.

Zana Akhabila: "Just think about that drink if you get nervous."

Vath Adventurer: "<Click><click>"

Quinton Coursinge: "The clicking.... Is it perhaps something you can turn off....?"

Vath Adventurer looked up to his lawyer nervously. "We cannot."

Quinton Coursinge hmmmmed.   "Well, what's the worst that could happen."

Quinton Coursinge dazes off for a moment. Right. Burning.

Vath Adventurer: "......we declare Trial by Combat!"

Tyburn Lowenhart eyes Quinton. "That's a rhetorical question yes?"

Quinton Coursinge: "It is a rhetorical question."

Tyburn Lowenhart: "Vathy, baby...don't do combat. Let him work his magic." He waggles his fingers in the air.

Quinton Coursinge: "Trial by combat?  Master Adventurer, where is the fun in that?"

Vath Adventurer: "We have been to these before! We know that you are suppose to say, 'we declare trial by combat!'"

Quinton Coursinge rubbed his eyes. "Five cycles of school for this."

Aegir Hlerson: ((if you're here for the Trial, we'll begin in 5 mins~))

Aiden Mathis: The male knight standing beside the podium steps forward. ''Oyez! Oyez! All persons having business before the Honorable, the Supreme Sacred Tribunal of Halonic Inquisitory Doctrine, are now admonished to draw near and give their attention, for the Court is now sitting. Halone save the The Holy See of Ishgard and this Honorable Court!''

Aiden Mathis: "Bring out the Accused."

Quinton Coursinge nudges Vath.

Vath Adventurer: "<click><click>"

Keerith Tayoon sighs and shrugs at Hali, then shakes her head.

Vath Adventurer: || The Vath Adventurer stumbled out into the eerie, creeping firelight of the Tribunal. He had been locked down in the dungeons for nearly three days. He was terrified and a bit disorientated. Nervous clicks muttered from his mandible and he reached out, covering his head with both of his arms.

Talman Chryses elbows Soren. "Deidra chose a new spot. Shall we have a security person join her?"

Grey Hound 's tail flickers, watching Adventurer.

Rosik Ren raises a brow, pulling herself in the wall and making her way closer, nearing a familiar face.

Hali Naras exhales through her nose. She looks up at Keerith and nods silently, arms folded.

Paradyme Capellago: "Here we go..."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn nods and brings a finger to his ear.

Shadow Shouvome takes a deep breath. "And so it begains. Again."

Iris Blanchimont: "Honorable Inquisitors, may it please the court, I enter my appearance as a Friend of this Tribunal on behalf of the House of Lords."

Estelle Scarlette pressed himself closer to T'rahven.

Rheya Tayuun: "Well. Looks like there's a lot more people here than I expected. This is good."

Zana Akhabila: "Yeah.  This is good."

T'rahven Tia 's expression took on a steely look, preparing himself for the coming defense of his friend.

Vath Adventurer looked up at his lawyer. "We shall declare Trial by C-!"

Quinton Coursinge shoves Vath down. "Not now."

Zana Akhabila Blanche.

Deidra Rose frowns deeply.

Tyburn Lowenhart pinches the bridge of his nose. "Already we begin."

Vath Adventurer looked down. He thought he was suppose to declare Trial by Combat.

Shadow Shouvome prepared himself.

Aiden Mathis: "Make way and rise for the Adjudicator! The Honorable Alexandre du Papillonoux presiding.”

Ryuka Yumitori pursed her lips. Hang in there, Ven.

N'aomi Kett: "I mean, it's not like the Vath has a small army or something." Naomi muttered.

Talman Chryses scribbles in his notebook with alarm.

Aegir Hlerson: || Entered the Adjudicator, a lord of House Papillonoux. Hidden under a mask of white, he marched towards the front of the forum, nodding pleasantly to a few faces he recognized in the crowd. Under his arm was a well-worn book of Sacred Halonic Law. As he ascended the podium, he set the book down and took his sweet time peeling it open and sorting to the chapter and verse he desired.

Hali Naras: "Hm."

Talman Chryses: Papillonoux again.

Jereck Falarenth glares at Aegir Hlerson.

Paradyme Capellago mutters quietly. "Pompous as usual..."

Zana Akhabila: "...you know him?"

Keerith Tayoon sighs and rubs at her face, then shakes her head; when she looks up, she squints at Quinton.

Vath Adventurer tugged at Quinton's jacket. "Do we declare now?"

Paradyme Capellago: "Nah, most Ishgardian names sound pompous." She shrugged.

Quinton Coursinge: "Master Adventurer, trust in our legal system."

Hali Naras whispers to Keerith, "(S-someone you know?)"

Aegir Hlerson: "We are gathered here today, under the watchful gaze of the Fury, to ascertain the guilt of this soul, the beastmen known as the Vath Adventurer, on the charges of heresy. That is, by committing the unlawful act of being a beastmen and therefore a worshipper and thrall of the false god Ravana!"

Tyburn Lowenhart bites his bottom lip and tries not to laugh.

Talman Chryses: I'm glad he has an advocate.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn snorts at that. "'Trust th'system' 'e says...."

T'rahven Tia: "I already do not like this guy."

Ottovachi Zotovachi tuts loudly at the accusation.

Sasarna Sarna facepalms.

Lirilith Maellan: ". . ."

Aegir Hlerson: "Beastmen of Dravania, who councils you the matter of your case?"

Keerith Tayoon shakes her head. "No. But I'm hopin' he's worth 'is salt." She looks the other way, eyeing the crowd. "... I'd hate t' see this turn into a mess."

N'aomi Kett tail bristles a bit.

Ryuka Yumitori 's brow furrowed SUPER HARD. Though none could see it under her mask.

Hali Naras snorts to herself.

Shadow Shouvome: "Ishgardians...."

Estelle Scarlette: "That's such a twisted arrest..."

Shadow Shouvome shakes his head, refraining himself.

Vath Adventurer: "W-we... <click><click>"

Grey Hound unclips a flask from his belt and removes the cap, taking a drink as he watches the proceedings.

Zwight Vincent whispers to himself. "It's always like that here..."

Shadow Shouvome: "Yes...."

Aegir Hlerson: || The Adjudicator looked up from his text. Was it clicking at him. "I beg your pardon?"

Quinton Coursinge: "The clicking, Master Vath..."

Vath Adventurer: || The Vath clicked a few more times than managed to stammer. "T-this fleshling is o-our council!" He pointed up at the Elezen beside him.

Keerith Tayoon sighs and rubs at her face again, wilting. "... it's not always like that 'ere," she mutters, then shakes her head.

Aiden Mathis: The knight looks to the names man for a moment, as if giving him a chance to deny the bugs words, before speaking up. "The court recognizes the council of Quinton Coursinge, Attorney At Law, on behalf of the Dravanian Beastman."

Quinton Coursinge: || Inclines his head properly. "Your Honor."

Zana Akhabila mutters.  "Pompous blowhard.  Already trying to make his case by demeaning him."

Paradyme Capellago: "It's how they work... Just to get their way..."

Aegir Hlerson: || The Adjudicator fixed the Elezen with a long, cool look behind his mask. "And it seems we have a Friend of the Tribunal in our court as well." He turned to Lady Blanchimont.

Iris Blanchimont: "Lady Iris Lilith Blanchimont," she made a small inclination of her head toward the herald of the court.

Aiden Mathis:  He follows the inquisitor's gaze, nodding before speaking up once more. "The court recognizes the voice of The Honourable Lady Iris Lilith Blanchimont, Vidame of the House Haillenarte and Baroness of Coldwind, Minister of Parliament and her Foriegn Affairs." So saying, he takes a step back to mirror Illione's position.

Anhe Donia: ". . .That's a /lot/ of titles..."

Zwight Vincent: "I'd hate to read the book with that title on it..." he mutters to himself.

Quinton Coursinge looks over his shoulder to Tyburn and extends a hand to the man for the folder he is carrying.

Ming Mei is unimpressed with those titles.

Rosik Ren: "Folks get handed titles, an' I still don' 'ave one I like..."

Talman Chryses diligently writes down all the titles.

Shadow Shouvome has a masked face. No emotions are seen but snarling could be heard.

Vath Adventurer tugged at Quinton's jacket. "Do we declare now?"

Tyburn Lowenhart hands over said papers and takes a step back.

Wu'rexa Norh looks at Anhe with a grin.

Quinton Coursinge: "Master Adventurer, allow us to fight this properly. With /words/."

Aegir Hlerson: || "Welcome Lady Blanchimont," he greeted with a sudden sweetness. "By your word, I shall call for the accused to declare their innocence or announce their guilt."

Vath Adventurer perked. This is where he did it!

Hali Naras just stares with a blank expression, watching in silence.

Quinton Coursinge leans over and whispers to the Vath. "Innocent. All you have to say is innocent."

Sasarna Sarna: (Neat ^^

Iris Blanchimont: She nodded permission to Aegir. After all, she needed a case to argue a point.

Vath Adventurer: "<click><click>" He nodded.

Aegir Hlerson: || "Mr Coursinge, is your client prepared to make its plea in this Most Holy Court?"

Sain Ironheart looks concerned for her new Vath friend.

Quinton Coursinge: "He is, your Honor."

Quinton Coursinge nudges Vath.  "Not Combat."

Jereck Falarenth whispers to Adventurer "You got this!"

Aegir Hlerson: "Very well, Beastman, how do you plea to the charge of committing the unlawful act of being a beastmen and therefore a worshipper and thrall of the false god Ravana?"

Keerith Tayoon smiles as she watches the Vath and Quinton.

Wu'rexa Norh winces with sympathy. Poor little mite. Almost literally.

Tyburn Lowenhart clenches his butt cheeks. Waits for him to ask for trial by combat anyway.

Quinton Coursinge whispers again to his client. "Innocent.  Innocent."

Hali Naras snickers a little at the Vath Adventurer's one-track mind. She might be counting in her head how many times "trial by combat" is going to be referenced.

Ming Mei is waiting for Sabertooth to get angry.

Vath Adventurer: || He looked up at Quinton then over at the Tribunal. "I...innocent?" He paused, then looked back up at his lawyer, "But we are a beastmen."

Ryuka Yumitori 's fists subtly ball as she watches the Vath Adventurer.

Iris Blanchimont: "I shall speak on behalf of mine fellows after both prosecution and defense lay arguments before the Court, as I would not deign to deny anyone the floor for merits of their case."

Iris Blanchimont: "If such suits this Court, of course."

Keerith Tayoon shakes her head, then looks over to the others.

Zana Akhabila tenses her fists.  What a load of chocobo manure.

Deidra Rose taps her elbow while watching, her jaw clenched, causing a pronounced jawline.

Aegir Hlerson: || This seemed like a pretty open and shut case to him. The Holy See would smell of boiling crab by tea time. "Very well, Lady Blanchimont. Present your case."

Talman Chryses rolls his eyes, and scribbles in his notebook.

Vath Adventurer: "We are afraid this man wants to eat us."

R'tehz Tia is pissed about the whole thing

Tyburn Lowenhart whispers to Vath. "Probably."

Shadow Shouvome is remaining in control.

Iris Blanchimont: "Ah, apologies, I mean to speak after both Prosecution and Defense. It would feel improper to assert my station above theirs."

Vath Adventurer began to click nervously.

Hali Naras snorts a laugh, covering her mouth for a moment.

N'aomi Kett takes a deep breath, looking up the ceiling.

Keerith Tayoon nods at Grey. She liked him more and more.

Sasarna Sarna: Sarna watches the preceedings, not really understanding it.

Grey Hound 's tail curls as he watches, looking back and forth between the speakers as he talks quietly with his group.

Aegir Hlerson: || "Of course, my Lady." He turned back to the defense. "So this creature declares himself innocent of the charges. Yet, he does not deny that he is a beastman. What argument do you present to resolve this conflict of declarations, Mr Coursinge?"

Tyburn Lowenhart pulls some gysahl greens from his coat pocket and with a tap on  his head, places them at his mandibles. "Eat up Vathy."

Vath Adventurer: "!" He began to chew greedily.

Zana Akhabila whispers.  "I've heard of being right done up the rump, but this is an art form."

Mareth Ravenlocke seems to have shown up in her work clothes. And sunglasses. At least she had the foresight to leave her gun and aetherotransformer at home.

Jereck Falarenth tenses..

Zwight Vincent watches calmly, keeping a serious face. He's never liked the court system here. "This is by far the worst reason to throw someone into the slammer." he whispers.

Wu'rexa Norh winces through a smile.

Vath Adventurer fortunately could not blurt out 'trial by combat' with his mouth full of tasty gysahl greens.

T'rahven Tia leaned in to whisper to Naoi

Tyburn Lowenhart had plenty more greens as contingency.

Jereck Falarenth clinches his fists

Mareth Ravenlocke whispers to Rex.

Quinton Coursinge: || The duskwight stepped forward and adjusted his suit accordingly.  “Your Honor,  I present to you the following scenario.  Ishgard herself is in a new era, and the times are changing with it.  Dravania and our fine Republic are at peace after a millenia. My client has done no wrong, he is neither a citizen nor a representative of our beloved city.  I ask, do we risk disrupting such a fresh peace over something as burning every beastman we see across her soils?”

Jereck Falarenth agrees with Quinton Coursinge.

Iris Blanchimont was glad the lawyer was handling the politics, it freed her up a little.

Hali Naras passes a curious look at the Outriders all whispering amongst themselves, but then looks back to the Vath Adventurer and his counsel curiously.

Ottovachi Zotovachi nods along with Quinton's words, watching him speak.

Estelle Scarlette has a pondering look as he remains fully focused on the trial.

Shadow Shouvome is glad Quinton is actually usefull and helpful.

Zwight Vincent: "Hey Shades...watching him eat is making me hungry...do you have any snacks?" He whispers to Shadow.

Quinton Coursinge is getting paid to be useful and helpful.

Talman Chryses nods to himself and writes down Coursinge's words.

Jereck Falarenth: "Good catch Talman."

Anhe Donia drums her right hand's fingers across her left arm, drawing in and releasing quiet breaths.

Shadow Shouvome: "Mouse pellets."

Shadow Shouvome said dryly. He didn't even have those on him.

Jereck Falarenth watches Quinton Coursinge with a cautious eye.

Zwight Vincent: "Why...do you have mouse pellets? I thought you were a cat?"

Tyburn Lowenhart wistfully sighs at Quinton as he speaks law. Sucks it has to be over the potential Vath bbq he gets to hear it in action.

Shadow Shouvome quietly kicked Zwight on his side.

Aegir Hlerson: || "An interesting defense, Mr Coursinge, and I by no means declare we sweep the forests and highlands searching for beastmen to boil. But this one has repeatedly infested himself into the walls of our Holy See and mocked our gentle society with his prattling and begging. Despite our... glorious new government, it is still the job of the Inquisition to seek out heresy, and I cannot think of any offense more direct than the worship of a primal." He held his finger down on some paperwork, seeming to have collected proof on something.

Iris Blanchimont shot the adjudicator a cold glance at his /lack of enthusiasm/ for Parliament.

Quinton Coursinge: "Your Honor, I ask you to present the witness you have seen that has personally seen such primal worship inside Ishgard's gates?"

Aegir Hlerson: || "Very well," he smiled. "then I call for the people of this court to confirm, as a number of them I am sure have run afoul with this creature. Who in Ishgard has not been approached by this beastman to either peddle newspapers or beg for crystals?"

Deidra Rose grips the cloth around the elbows.

Quinton Coursinge: "Peddling newspapers is hardly a crime, your honor!"

Shio Maeda growls a little.

Talman Chryses nods vigorously.

Vath Adventurer: || The Vath tilted his head to the side. That... that was another beastman.

Anhe Donia: "What?"

Shadow Shouvome: "......................"

Zana Akhabila lets her jaw drop open.

Hali Naras pauses and stares incredulously at the Inquisitor.

Grey Hound rubs the muzzle of his mask and snorts.

Rosik Ren: "...newspaper peddlin' an' beggin's worship of bug god now...?"

Anhe Donia: "Not only have I never seen that, how is that a crime...?"

Paradyme Capellago: "I... What."

Zana Akhabila: "...peddling newspapers.  Really."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "I ain't think s'peddlin' if'n s'got more worth'n their holy texts...But tha's jus' me..."

Keerith Tayoon slowly tilts her head, then snerks and shakes her head. "Not that one, no," she replies, then looks around at the others.

Zana Akhabila: "It's not him.  It's the information in the papers."

Zwight Vincent: "That's just plain dumb..."

Sasarna Sarna mutters softly. "Shooting a messenger..."

Iris Blanchimont: "My Lord Inquisitor, I carry on my person shards of fire at this moment for use in alchemical reduction. Is it /seriously/ the position of the Court that this is evidence that I worship a Primal?"

Hali Naras mutters to Keerith, "(Th-this is Ishgardian justice?)" She seems to be snickering.

Lirilith Maellan | Ser Venessiel was looking resigned by all of this. But THEN she hears blasphemy. Her gaze turns sharply toward Swyreyn.

Aegir Hlerson: "Yes, but praising a false god is. I shall quote some choice lines recorded from this cryer in the moons passed: 'Attention Fleshling Worshippers of the False Goddess, Halone! Today The Crystal Chronicle releases its 30th edition!.'"

Zana Akhabila whispers.  "The Vath is in the wrong place at the wrong time.  This is an attack to shut the Chronicle up."

Rheya Tayuun: "...yep, that's Ishgard for you."

Vath Adventurer: "....." The Vath began to click disgruntly. That was DEFINITELY a DIFFERENT beastman.

Anhe Donia: "What the-?"

Wu'rexa Norh 's ears twitch and her brows furrow.

Shio Maeda brings her hands to her face, and then runs her fingers up to rub her temples.

Grey Hound: "Wrong vath..."

N'aomi Kett: "Oh gods..." Naomi does a facepalm.

Keerith Tayoon sighs, shaking her head; she gives Hali a pained look, then shrugs. "... not usually. Some times though, aye."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "They're thinking of Vath Aegir..."

T'rahven Tia: "That.....doesn't sound like Adventurer. Vath Aegir, maybe, but not Adventurer."

Victarion Greystone glowers at the folk making comments of his home city.

Wu'rexa Norh: "They've got the wrong -bug-?"

Grey Hound: "Of course they are, who else causes /that/ kind of trouble?"

Anhe Donia: "What."

T'rahven Tia: "When do we tell them they arrested the wrong Vath?"

N'aomi Kett: "It is Aegir, they arrested the wrong vath."

Hali Naras snorts again and shakes her head. She shrugs at Keerith, looking amused.

Zana Akhabila: "They'll never admit it, but..."

Grey Hound: "You lot have the wrong damn bug!"

Jereck Falarenth taps the top edge of his belt.

Ryuka Yumitori had an inkling of -who-, as well.

Quinton Coursinge: Shoots his attention back to the Adventurer for a moment, then back to the front.  "Your Honor, have you properly identified that you have the right Vath?"

Estelle Scarlette pressed against T and wrappe dhis arms around one of T's own. "This is all wrong..."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "....I've never heard anyone say that, and I'm here all the time. I work here."

Lirilith Maellan: "Quiet in the Court!"

Aegir Hlerson: "Gods forefend, how many are there?"

Anhe Donia: "--?"

T'rahven Tia leaned against Estelle lightly and whispered.

Deidra Rose narrows her eyes.

Anhe Donia shoots Rex a bewildered look.

Keerith Tayoon shrugs her shoulders at Hali, then looks back at the court. "... to be fair, yellin' that kind of thing is in pretty poor taste," she murmurs to Hali.

Zana Akhabila smiles and whispers.  "...want to bet someone's never been out of Ishgard before?"

Wu'rexa Norh carefully covers her mouth with her gauntlet, her eyes sparkling with helpless mirth no matter how she hides her grin.

Iris Blanchimont: "A colony of several dozen at least, and hundreds, perhaps thousands of Gnath besides."

Paradyme Capellago: "So they didn't even do their research..."

Lirilith Maellan: Ser Venessiel looks to the Inquisitor. "If it pleases the court, I can attest to witnessing two of the Vath beastmen."

Quinton Coursinge: "I have one working for my firm."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "Hells, somebody take this swivin' bloke t'th'forelands. 'E clearly ain't been outside this city if'n 'e thinks there's one swivel' Vath."

N'aomi Kett: "That's the wrong beast tribe." Naomi sighed.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Twelve. . ."

Quinton Coursinge: "He does fine accounting, your honor."

Shadow Shouvome: "Oh no..."

Aegir Hlerson: "...this infestation runs deeper than I thought." He paused, turning to his Knight Retainer, "Ser Venessiel, it is unusual for you to speak up during a proceding." He motioned for her to continue.

Tyburn Lowenhart nods in agreement about the accounting.

Hali Naras shakes her head, whispering in return, "(The Adventurer doesn't, uh, s-say that. The out-and-out, uh, r-rudeness is more the Vath Aegir's, uh... schtick.)"

Victarion Greystone folds his arms sourly, listening to the exchanges and mutterings of common folk.

Lirilith Maellan: "..." She silently questions the validity of a beastman doing accounting.

Vath Adventurer: "The Vath Accountant is a fine math bug!" He praised.

Sain Ironheart growled softly looking up to Aegir.

Wu'rexa Norh suppresses a tiny 'aww'.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Duskmother, please. . ."

Rosik Ren: "...their names are titles? Huh."

Lirilith Maellan: Ser Venessiel nods. "The Vath on trial, and another Vath, are often in company together doing work for one of the free companies. Which Vath this one is, I am unsure. I will admit to being unable to tell them apart."

Hali Naras snorts another laugh.

Grey Hound waves a little, indicating the company in general. "We can tell them apart."

Victarion Greystone: "You've heard of people with the smith name or the carpenter name? Most names start as a title."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Agreed."

Aegir Hlerson: || Nodded, processing the new evidence. "Be that as it may, this beastman still seems to enjoy the company of a heretic and that is damning enough. What say you, Mr Coursinge?"

Shadow Shouvome: "Aye!"

Victarion Greystone: "Even if they are not in your language."

Deidra Rose turns her head and speaks softly.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...'Tis the way the Vath work. After having become separate from the Gnath and their hive-mind, the Vath have taken their professions as their names, because 'tis, to them, representative of their sense of purpose."

Rosik Ren: "Oh, sure, bu' how fittin's a name for a title if a Farmer swings a sword for a livin'?"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Well, I imagine a given Vath would change his or her name, if they decide to undertake a new profession."

Rosik Ren: "So what's a vath 'at does odd jobs?"

Quinton Coursinge: "The times are changing, Your Honor.  Our Fury is not diminished by the presence of one misidentified Vath in her walls. I suggest if we are to cause a fissure in our newly formed alliance with Dravania, it should be for righteous reasons."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Vath Adventurer, clearly."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "..When I think 'odd jobs,' I think of the Adventurer's Guild.”

Mareth Ravenlocke: "I should know, I'm a member."

Ming Mei really has to pee...

Zwight Vincent: "What about Vath Misc.?"

Rosik Ren purses her lips, giving a bit of a nod, "Fair, if a bit lackin' fer accuracy."

N'aomi Kett: "That's where he works," Naomi said, "He's Vath adventurer, an adventurer." Naomi seethed, tail twitching.

Keerith Tayoon listens quietly, although she is smiling now.

Aegir Hlerson: "An Alliance, yes, with the dragons of Dravania, not their beastman. We cannot lump one and two together despite their combined monstrous appearance, any more than we could assume the kobolds of Vylbrand were Lominsan citizens because of their shared territories."

Talman Chryses writes rapidly as the case veers off in a new direction.

Ottovachi Zotovachi tries to give Naomi a reasurring look, his gaze returns to the trial with a somwhat colder stare.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Glad to see everyone's so swivin' cheery about this affair. . ."She muttered. "Grief."

Shadow Shouvome: "Bloody hells...."

Wu'rexa Norh opens her mouth, but shuts it again.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Limsa Lominsa... has beastmen who trade there all the time, though..."

Zana Akhabila whispers.  "He's just pulling stuff out of his rump.  If I had that kind of capacity back there, we'd all be gillionaires back at work.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "Limsa Lominsa ain't swivin' sentencin' Kobolds t'death!"

Sasarna Sarna gave the Vath a soft look. "The Vath were always kind to me..."

Iris Blanchimont looked more than marginally annoyed, but didn't interject.

Estelle Scarlette looked down and hissed quietly, tail flicking.

Vath Adventurer clicked nervously and buried his arms over his head.

Tyburn Lowenhart smirks and opens up a folder and steps up to Quinton placing the opened folder in his hand to a certain document before stepping back.

Victarion Greystone: "Last I saw, Lominsa didn't waste time with trials..."

Quinton Coursinge: looks over his shoulder to Tyburn, and takes the papers from him, holding them up as if to prove something. "There is an alliance between the groups, Your Honor.  One that is longer than ours, and deeper roots for they share soil."

Victarion Greystone: "Unless they had something to sell."

Lirilith Maellan: "Quiet in the Court!" Venessiel yells again.

N'aomi Kett tail was twitching more.

Lirilith Maellan is the fun police.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Goblins, Qiqirn... As long as the goods flow and, if stolen, are stolen from the Garlean Empire, I don't think the Maelstrom much care what shape the merchant is."

Vath Adventurer: "We help the dragons with their dragon lice!"

Aegir Hlerson: "......."

Quinton Coursinge: "They help with their /dragon lice/, Your Honor!"

Iris Blanchimont: "May it please the court," she did interject, though politely. "To clarify, many soldiers are quite fond of Vath goods, especially their wine. There /are/ formal legal trade arrangements in place between our nations."

Hali Naras stares at Ser Venessiel curiously.

Victarion Greystone: "Lice is a real problem amongst their kind…”

Ming Mei starts thinking about dragon lice, and starts scratching her head.

Deidra Rose looks surprised and tries to avoid grinning.

Talman Chryses mutters, "How curious."

Aegir Hlerson: "What a noble symbol of their symbiotic relationship," he deadpanned, "but we are getting off track. My next question is directed at the creature: Beastman of Dravania, do you deny that you worship the false god and primal, Ravana? The insectoid monster also referred to as Lord of the Hive?"

Lirilith Maellan: "..." Dragon lice. Seriously?

Rosik Ren sighs and mutters, "...maybe that's why dragons make me itch.."

Victarion Greystone: "The lawyer is right..I recalk regiments working out agreements for gunpowder and cannons.."

Wu'rexa Norh grinds her teeth.

Vath Adventurer: || The Adventurer tapped his claws together, "He is our god, your Fleshlingness." He clicked as politely as possible.

Tyburn Lowenhart imagines dragon lice, like a lice bug the size of a mouse and his face contorts for a moment with a full body shudder.

Quinton Coursinge whispers. "Your Honor, Master Vath."

Hali Naras sniffs a laugh.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Oh, hon'. Lie, liiiiiie. 'S not hard. Swivin'--"

Shadow Shouvome: "Oh.....oh god.......uuuggghhh...."

Zwight Vincent glances at Shadow.

Paradyme Capellago: "As much it's god as Halone is theirs..."

Iris Blanchimont looked at the Vath. What, heresy is okay but lying is where the line is drawn?

Rosik Ren: "..damned fool..."

Anhe Donia frowns a bit.

Tyburn Lowenhart sighs audibly and hands Vath some more Gysahl greens. Kind of like a last meal or sorts.

Aegir Hlerson: "The court appreciates your truthfulness and reminds its gallery that we all stand under the watchful eyes of the Fury. With that new evidence however, we must declare that the beastman is guilty of his charges."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I still see no issue with this. His faith is his own business. Believing and summoning are two vastly different things."

Zana Akhabila: "...and if that wasn't a leadin' question, I dunno what is."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "This is shite!"

Iris Blanchimont held her hand up.

Quinton Coursinge: "I OBJECT YOUR HONOR!"

Shio Maeda rubs her eyes, tail swishing angrily.

Anhe Donia furrows her brows. "Without even giving a chance to /explain/?"

Jereck Falarenth grabs the handles of his blades.

Lunae Lux: "I OBJECT YOUR OBJECTION!"

Ryuka Yumitori: "OBJE-Oh."

Qaraoyunn Dotharl 's hands reached for her axe--for all of an instant before she remembered where she was.  "Ooh-kay."

Iris Blanchimont looked at the Lawyer. "I yield to the gentleman."

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Twelve preserve."

Ottovachi Zotovachi 's fists clench.

Jereck Falarenth: "This is not right!"

A'sharah Rahz rests a light hand against the small of Rheya's back in greeting.

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor held up his book and looked around. "...the court reminds the gallery that they cannot obje- oh nevermind. What is it, Mr Coursinge?"

Victarion Greystone: "Wait, weren't we just going on about how the Vath isn't a citizen of Ishgard?"

Paradyme Capellago: "Oh lord..."

Estelle Scarlette flicked his tail, gripping T's arm tighter.

Talman Chryses exhales sharply and flips over to a blank page.

Ryuka Yumitori cleared her throat, and retreated back to her wall of stoicism.

T'rahven Tia frowned, gently picking at the materia on his gauntlets. "And here we go......"

Vath Adventurer: "It is true Ravana is our god, the god created by the Gnath, but he is not our god!  He is the god of the onemind!"

Quinton Coursinge: "This is absurd! Do we arrest every person that comes through the city for trade, do we plan on burning all our ne-"

Estelle Scarlette kept close to T. "I was hoping it didn't end up like this."

Iris Blanchimont thinks singular pronouns would be really helpful to the Adventurer right now.

Vath Adventurer: "Trial by Combat!"

Iris Blanchimont: "No."

Zana Akhabila: "...shite."

Keerith Tayoon sighs and rubs at her face.

Aegir Hlerson: "........"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...."

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Sodding."

Rosik Ren: "Ohsonofabitch."

Vath Adventurer: || The Adventurer beamed.

Quinton Coursinge: Quinton put his hand to his head. He said it. He went and said it.

Rheya Tayuun totally thinks that the Vath Adventurer picked the best time for that.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: ".....Sevenhells...."

Zwight Vincent: "Oh my.."

T'rahven Tia: "And there it is."

Talman Chryses mutters, "No, no, no.."

Mareth Ravenlocke facepalms. "...Did.. anyone even tell him what that meant?"

Anhe Donia: "..."

Lirilith Maellan: "...." Here we go again.

Deidra Rose visibly tenses, her anger showing.

Shio Maeda: "..Give an order, please. None of us are to volunteer; he must name a champion."

Shadow Shouvome: "You ready T."

R'tehz Tia facepalms so hard.

Vath Adventurer: "(Did we do it right?)"

T'rahven Tia: "Oh, I'm SOOOO ready."

Iris Blanchimont: "Your honor, I have yet to be heard. I must object to pronouncement of guilt and therefore trial by combat's declaration."

Quinton Coursinge: ||Five turns of law school for this.||

Jereck Falarenth: "GO Vath Adventurer!"

Tyburn Lowenhart looks down at Vath and tapped his cheek, clicking his teeth he gives him the rest of the greens he had. All of them. "Enjoy."

N'aomi Kett: "Seriously is worshiping gods a base for summoning a primal." Naomi seethe.

Hali Naras finds this hilarious. She's grinning in amusement. What a circus.

Sasarna Sarna coughs. "I once worshipped a rock."

Sain Ironheart sighs looking ready to step forward.

Sasarna Sarna coughs again, "I thought it brought the rains when I prayed to it..."

Shadow Shouvome: "If it is, then Ishgard should lock itself up for attempting to summon the Furry." Shadow said under his breath.

Zwight Vincent: "That's stone cold"

Shadow Shouvome gave no fucks.

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor took a moment to let out a slow breath. "I'm sorry, Lady Blanchimont, but once a Trial of Combat has been declared, the Tribunal is bound to honor it." He paused and glared at the defense. They could have tied the thing's mandibles together. "But before we continue, I beg that you speak your piece."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn nods and brings a finger to his ear.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Oh, -Adventurer-..."

Shadow Shouvome: fury*)

Anhe Donia clasps her arms tighter, drawing them closer to her chest.

Quinton Coursinge: ((brb summoning the furry))

Shadow Shouvome: ((SHUDDUP!))

Estelle Scarlette: [[ HAHAHA ]

Hali Naras: (( AHAHAHAHA ))

Ryuka Yumitori: ((*notices ur heresy 0w0 what's this?*))

Jereck Falarenth: ((awesome))

Sain Ironheart turns to look to Soren as her ears twitched in irritation.

Iris Blanchimont: "During our government's reconstruction, the provisional government granted amnesty to heretics for past acts. A person, say, in the Brume who venerated Saint Shiva as his patron was allowed back into the city by that government. Following Colloquies and Elections in the House of Commons, we have honored the agreements the provisional government made, including this one."

A'sharah Rahz leans in to murmur something against Rheya's ear.

Iris Blanchimont: "A belief that a being was created by Ravana is, therefore, not prosecutable without violation of this accord unless such belief has resulted in tangible acts of heresy since such amnesty was granted."

Rheya Tayuun loops an arm around A'sharah's waist and gives her a little squeeze before murmuring back.

Wu'rexa Norh looks at Mareth and gingerly shakes her head.

Iris Blanchimont: "Therefore, should the Vath Adventurer be found guilty and allowed to be executed, the Inquisition will be declaring itself not bound by the accords and laws of Parliament. Please, if not in the determination of guilt, heed this advice on sentencing."

Aegir Hlerson: "Truer words have not been spoken, my Lady, but while we have set aside our differences with the dragons of Dravania and culled the worship of the false Goddess Shiva, the veneration of Ravana remains an active problem and deliberate offense of heresy. To have a beastmen in our city who acknowledges this primal as their god is an act most grievous indeed.”

Talman Chryses 's eyes widen, and he scrambles to fetch a new ink cartridge from his pocket.

Jereck Falarenth stands in awe.

Aegir Hlerson: "Nevertheless, all it moot now that the creature has declared Trial by Combat." He turned, slowly smiiiiling at the lawyer and his monster.

Iris Blanchimont: "My Lord, did I miss where only Shivites were granted amnesty? I do believe it was 'heretics', as written in letter of law."

Vath Adventurer: "...di-did we do it wrong?"

Jereck Falarenth galnces at Iris.

Grey Hound: "He acknowledged it as the hivemind god... the gnath god. Not /his/. Have you heard him speak? You realize pronouns aren't really his thing, right?"

Deidra Rose winces, hearing Adventurer.

Iris Blanchimont: "Yes, you did it quite wrong."

Quinton Coursinge: "No. No... You declared rightfully so...."

N'aomi Kett: "Or were you simply baiting the poor Vath to say that."

Vath Adventurer: "<click><click>!"

Aegir Hlerson: "A trial of combat has been declared!"

Quinton Coursinge: "Though if you had listened to your council on the matter..."

Wu'rexa Norh lifts off the leather wrap that peacebinds her blade and settles her hand upon its grip with a squeak of steel.

Vath Adventurer: "We got excited."

Aegir Hlerson: "Let the accused step forward! Beastman of Dravania, have heard the charges leveled against you. Will you take up arms to refute the Tribunals claim and thereby prove your innocence in the eyes of gods and men?"

Ryuka Yumitori: "<click> <click>."

Anhe Donia chews on her lower lip, staring at the Vath.

Wu'rexa Norh: "I volunteer myself as the Vath Adventurer's champion!"

Iris Blanchimont: "That's the l- REX!"

Zana Akhabila: "...he said it."

Victarion Greystone: "Ms. Norh."

Wu'rexa Norh: "If I don't speak quickly he'll do it by himself."

T'rahven Tia waved to Vath Adventurer, begging for him to pick him as a champion.

Anhe Donia: "Rex--”

Victarion Greystone frowns.

Paradyme Capellago: "So it's come to this, huh."

Iris Blanchimont: "I was /winning/."

Wu'rexa Norh: "You did all you could, Iris."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "...Sevenhells...."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...The Vath -specifically- split from the Gnath for this -very reason-! They aren't -summoning- anything!”

Rosik Ren: "...well.....shit."

A'sharah Rahz: The suncat lifts a hand from her spot at the back of the crowd. "I will champion the Adventurer."

Jereck Falarenth: "This is not how this should go..."

Vath Adventurer: "W..we..." He looked over to the Knights. "We are no warrior, but we can declare a champion fight in our place?"

Wu'rexa Norh: "It's only one at a time, Sharah."

Paradyme Capellago: "Oh hi Sharah.”

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Or can anyone just walk in here and demand a trial by combat, despite having done naught wrong?"

Anhe Donia /snaps/ her gaze to A'sharah.

T'rahven Tia: "I volunteer to defend the Vath!"

Talman Chryses: If the court goes through with this, a constitutional crisis could result…

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Can I demand a trial by combat to get the racist upon the podium to shut up?"

Paradyme Capellago rubbed her cheek lightly.

Sasarna Sarna: "I uh, Volunteer?"

Jereck Falarenth: "I will stand behind him as well."

Quinton Coursinge: "It is your choice, Master Vath.  Declare one and I shall see to it accordingly."  He sighs. He has seen this too much.

Iris Blanchimont: "No good now, I'm afraid. The moment the declaration was issued the trial proper ended. I tried to put that back in it's bottle, but the spill was complete."

Anhe Donia: "Sharah-" Anhe half hisses.

Rheya Tayuun flashes Sharah a wry grin.

Aegir Hlerson: "To the old and the infirmed, the young and the weak, that is a right we will allow." He declared, searching the gallery. It was getting a little... murderous in here. "Who will you declare as your champion?"

Obsidian Darksian: "well this is interesting."

Vath Adventurer looked around.

Anhe Donia lets out a heavy sigh, hands balling into fists.

Jereck Falarenth: "I have your back if you need Vath Adventurer!"

Shadow Shouvome: ". . . . ."

Vath Adventurer: || The Vath searched the gallery, then leaned down, whispering to his lawyer.

Hali Naras is grinning madly, seeming to be waiting for everything to become chaos.

Zana Akhabila: "...she'll be fine."

T'rahven Tia: "Come on Vath, you know I want this!"

Sasarna Sarna:  "Ah.”

Rheya Tayuun: "Apparently so does half the crowd!"

Tyburn Lowenhart glances to his left. Adventurer certainly had his pick of the hive. *kneeslap*

Estelle Scarlette hugs T's arm tightly.

N'aomi Kett: "I don't normally fight like this, but I'll fight too."

Rosik Ren: "Get the feelin' there ain't a single person here who wouldn' put their blade up for this thing."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "me too."

Victarion Greystone: "Ms Blanchimont, are we going to let her do this?"

Sasarna Sarna: "I'm here to help."

Shadow Shouvome: "Same here. No one's locking up my friend!"

Estelle Scarlette lowers his ears and steps back, unable to fight....

Jereck Falarenth: "I will fight for you!"

Wu'rexa Norh looks at Quinton pleadingly. "I'm the only one best trained and prepared here, save perhaps the big fella in the back. Make a choice to -win-, damn it."

Zana Akhabila: "...I would be up there if she hadn't told me not to."

Obsidian Darksian: "i like to help actually."

T'rahven Tia: "Begging your pardon? I was in the battle for Ala Mhigo, buddy."

Quinton Coursinge eyes the knight, then sighs and looks back down to Vath.

Iris Blanchimont: "I could hope the Inquisition throws the match, seeing the danger conviction brings them, but I think them too proud for such a thing. It wouldn't be honorable."

Vath Adventurer nodded confidently at Quinton.

Paradyme Capellago: "-No one- should be up there. It's ridiculous."

Obsidian Darksian: "same here catboy, i fought at ala mhigo as well.”

Zana Akhabila: "He was trying to bait him into combat because he knew he couldn't make the charges stick otherwise."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...This is ridiculous. I don't have a faith at all, and I've not been asked to participate in a trial by combat for refusing to believe in -any- deity without scientific proof."

Victarion Greystone sighs, and nods softly. "As you say."

Iris Blanchimont: "They won't kill a Champion. It would be murder. They will fight to disable, since the Vath fights not for himself, most like."

Quinton Coursinge: looks back to the crowd and wrinkles his face.  "The Vath Adventurer... " Heavy sighs. “Has called upon the Sword Fleshling and.." Bigger sigh…

Victarion Greystone: "Pride certainly has a way of fooling with men."

Vath Adventurer nodded.

Quinton Coursinge: "T'UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Hammer first."

T'rahven Tia: "GOD DAMMIT VEN, THAT'S NOT MY NAME!"

Zana Akhabila: "And yet he won't have to fight his own battle, I bet.  They have a big burly one in the back there."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Do it, T!"

Vath Adventurer: "T'UHHHHHH HAMMER FIST!"

Grey Hound snorts.

N'aomi Kett bursted out laughing

N'aomi Kett: "T'uuuuuuuhhhh!"

Rosik Ren: "Sword fleshling....?"

T'rahven Tia: "YOU....YOU......."

Shadow Shouvome snickers.

Quinton Coursinge: sighs.

Grey Hound: "Technically, it is."

Wu'rexa Norh: "...Ey?"

Victarion Greystone: "Rex is lucky that this is the case. Before I was born champions died in trials like this."

Shadow Shouvome pats T's shoulder.

N'aomi Kett: "I almost forgot about that name."

Jereck Falarenth yells to Vath Adventurere "We have your back!  You don't have to do this alone!"

Anhe Donia raises her brows once more, almost half-snarling.

Ryuka Yumitori finally enters the stage. "It has been a while. Let us see if Halone still favors me in her court, yeah?"

Shadow Shouvome: "Don't hold back."

Ottovachi Zotovachi gives T's hip a bump with his fist.

Aegir Hlerson: "....those are not names and he cannot have TWO champions-" the Inquisitor began.

Lirilith Maellan: Venessiel speaks up firmly, "I accept both champions."

Anhe Donia: "--What..."

Wu'rexa Norh looks down at her full set of armour harness and then looks at T'rahven."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Wait, what?"

Tyburn Lowenhart blinks slowly. He looks at Quinton with sadness in his eyes.

Quinton Coursinge: motions to the au ra and the miqo'te. "I believe these are those requested.

Rosik Ren: "Which sword fleshling??"

Aegir Hlerson: || "........" He looked over at his Knight Retainer. "Very well. Will the champions the creature declare step forward and speak their names for the Tribunal?"

Rheya Tayuun: "Oooh, this is going to be a shiteshow and no mistake. Someone's getting a beatdown, and I'm not sure who!"

T'rahven Tia: "For the record, my name is T'RAHVEN."

Obsidian Darksian: "hm?"

Iris Blanchimont: "She does have some advantage in that she's a squire to a noble house. The worse they leave her, the worse relations between my Count and the Inquisition will become. That said, I do believe in Rex's martial abilities."

Grey Hound: "Which you pronounce wrong," He reminds T.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: ".....Oi! Swordscale! Don' disappoint me!"

Anhe Donia: "Seems it doesn't /matter/..."

Anhe Donia looks up to Rex, frowning.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Except they've... conveniently ignored Rex's  volunteering."

Wu'rexa Norh sighs.

Victarion Greystone: "She chose the role. T'would do them insult if they went easy on her, as well."

Wu'rexa Norh: "I tried."

N'aomi Kett looked over to Grey.

Ryuka Yumitori: "Ryuka Yumitori, a Malaguld of the Far East.”

Victarion Greystone: "Wouldn't you think?"

Anhe Donia places a hand on Rex's shoulder.

Iris Blanchimont: "You weren't Sword Fleshling?"

Wu'rexa Norh: "Apparently not."

Aegir Hlerson: ((the champions Ryuka Yumitori and T'uhhh Tia have 3 HP each. Ser Venessiel (Lirilith Maellan) has 5 HP and every other round can use an AoE. To track HP, we have created a document:  http://tiny.cc/v7sony))

Victarion Greystone: "Oh?"

T'rahven Tia: T'rahven Tia! Of the Outriders."

N'aomi Kett tail was twitching, she was not relaxed.

Zana Akhabila: "...I smell a setup.  They planned this, you think?"

Victarion Greystone: "Lucky break then... Or this Trial is a sham."

Victarion Greystone: "One or the other."

Wu'rexa Norh: "I don't think it lucky," Rex snaps.

Anhe Donia: "I'd not like to think so, but..."

Ottovachi Zotovachi was likewise agitated, fixing T'rahven with a determined stare.

Estelle Scarlette held himself, tail curled around hi middle, tense.

Vath Adventurer: "Sword fleshling! T'uHHHHHHH!" He cried in relief.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "It -is- a sham."

Wu'rexa Norh: "I'm -trained- for this."

Paradyme Capellago: "I fuckin' give up with this -farce-."

Shadow Shouvome: "T, Ryuka! Give them Hell."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "The Vath has committed no crime."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Hey Ven. You look like you're in a spot."

Wu'rexa Norh: "I hate to see anyone go up against the might of the inquisition so unprepared."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Let's get you out of it, yeah?"

Vath Adventurer: "Please help us!"

Zwight Vincent: "You guys can do it!"

T'rahven Tia: "We're gonna bail you out of this, man.”

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "I'll say it 'gain, Swordscale! Don' disappoint me!!"

Hali Naras grins to herself. This will be interesting.

Quinton Coursinge: grabs Vath by the shoulder and pulls him back.

Victarion Greystone: "You cannot fault the Vath for his choice."

Wu'rexa Norh turns to glare at Sharah.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Also what the hell were you thinking, shouting up like that. You're-"

Wu'rexa Norh bites her lip and snorts in anger.

Jereck Falarenth pate Vath Adventurer

Anhe Donia: "And /you/!"

Wu'rexa Norh: "Volunteering in your state!"

Ryuka Yumitori gave T a soft slug on the arm.

Iris Blanchimont: "If the Vath is executed, there will be a major conflict between the secular and religious authorities of Ishgard. No one is fool enough to invite such a thing. Say what you want of this Arbiter's failure to understand beast tribes, but he is a pragmatist."

Anhe Donia: "How could you even /think/ so?!"

Ryuka Yumitori: "For Ven.”

Aegir Hlerson: || The Adjudicator held his arms up as the two champions took their stances in front of the Knight Retainer. Why did it always come to this? He should be at Tea by now... "O Halone, render unto us Your judgment! Raise up the righteous, and cast down the wicked!"

A'sharah Rahz lifts her chin.

T'rahven Tia: "You ready, Ryuka?"

Vath Adventurer: "<click><click>"

Shio Maeda reaches over and grips the tail of Soren's coat.

Lirilith Maellan: "Fight with honor." She says simply to the two. "And Halone may favor your blades." She draws her sword, and points the tip to the floor as she stares at the two.

Quinton Coursinge looks over his shoulder. "It is a noble thing, to declare oneself a champion.  It was the Vath's decision, ultimately."  Spoken to Rex but meant for all to hear.

T'rahven Tia doubled checked his katana was fastned, and drew his guantlets, which suddenly burst with aether.

Victarion Greystone: "Two against one? Seems hardly fair.”

Sasarna Sarna clenches and unclenches her hands restlessly.

Zana Akhabila: "It isn't.  This whole thing's a damn sham to prop up some-" She bit her tongue.

Iris Blanchimont: "I mean this in the kindest way possible, Lord Barrister, but your client stepped in his dung pretty badly.”

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Not to mention that I highly doubt that Loth ast Vath will have any desire to continue trading wine to Ishgard if the court system proves itself so incredibly daft."

Vath Adventurer: "They are very strong! We will win this!"

Wu'rexa Norh nods solemnly. "...I would rather it didn't come to this at all."

Iris Blanchimont: "It shouldn't have."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Thank you for the consideration. Hells, it would be a waste for me to come so far and -not- offer my blade for a fellow... - for a fellow spoken."

Victarion Greystone: "I'm sure many would rather that."

Quinton Coursinge: "We can all agree we wished for another outcome, my Lady, Ser."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Also you all might want to take a step back behind the flagstones to be safe..."

Wu'rexa Norh: "These get a bit animated..."

Ryuka Yumitori: "I should take pleasure that I will cross blades with you at your full strength- sadly, a friend's life in this."

Lirilith Maellan stares at the two with her sword pointed down, then abruptly lifts it and /lunges/, blade swinging out in a wide arc at BOTH of them.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Well, at the very least the Inquisitor seems to be making a fool of herself."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Hasn't the Inquisition disbanded, anyway?"

Obsidian Darksian: "so..." looking at vath, "how you got yourself to this mess anyway?"

Talman Chryses looks on nervously.

Estelle Scarlette tensely watched, gnawing at the inside of his cheek.

Ryuka Yumitori 's blade was out in a flash, clashing against the brilliant greatsword to divert the force of it.

T'rahven Tia kicked back out of the way, bringing a hand to his katana. Suddenly, the aether in his gauntlets seemed to spill out, filling his blade. Then T shot forward, a wave of aether coming forward.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I thought the Inquisition was disbanded when Lord Aymeric's rule began."

Iris Blanchimont shook her head. "They continue to operate as a civilian investigative authority. They have less power now, but they exist."

Ryuka Yumitori: "..."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Then how do they have the authority to hold trials and pronounce sentences?"

A'sharah Rahz leans down to press a chaste kiss against Rheya's temple. "I think I'll be off, before Anhe or Rexa can berate me. Don't forget our meeting, hm?"

Anhe Donia: "Fiona's gonna pitch a fit..."

Ryuka Yumitori watched as T went for an eastern blade, rather than relying on his fists. "Allow me." She'd attempt to show the miqo'te how it was done, with a quick one two swipe, one upward, and then another, downward.

Anhe Donia’ s eye twitches.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Iris?"

Iris Blanchimont: "They remain our judicial authority," she answered, a bit distastefully. "But their freedom to act summarily has been curtailed. Essentially, we've promised a right to a trial to everyone."

Anhe Donia's Someone's Trying To Get Out of Trouble senses are tingling.

Victarion Greystone: "Rule of law is still present in Ishgard. and it takes time for institutions to change."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...And you didn't think to specify that the trial must be fair?"

Victarion Greystone: "Take hope that this is likely one of the last combat trials you'll see of this nature."

A'sharah Rahz thinks Anhe's senses might need some calibration.

Anhe Donia | Probably.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "This one was full of leading questions, assumptions, and advantage taken of that poor Vath's unfamiliarity with the language.”

Rheya Tayuun gives Sharah a quick kiss to both cheeks before nodding. "It'd take *two* herds of wild chocobos to keep me away. Be well, hon."

Iris Blanchimont: "It /was/, until the Vath decided he was going to have trial by combat."

Iris Blanchimont: "I would've had him walk free without... this."

A'sharah Rahz waves a gloved hand in farewell to Paradyme before pivoting on her heel to make a swift exit.

Zana Akhabila: "...if this is what passes for justice here, then..."

Vath Adventurer thought you were suppose to ask for the Trial by Combat!

Wu'rexa Norh: "Poor thing got nervous and blurted it out. It's as good as blurting out 'I'm guilty' in a southern hearing."

Grey Hound: "He was being declared guilty by a bias, bored lump. Of course he cried for trial by combat."

Hali Naras watches the fight with clear interest, her eyes mostly on T'rahven. An eyebrow quirks upward.

Rheya Tayuun: "With all due respect, Lady Blanchimont... This wasn't going to end any other way."

Anhe Donia lets out a sigh, turning- aaaand Sharah's gone.

N'aomi Kett: "It never ends different." Naomi frowns

Anhe Donia: ". . ."

Anhe Donia: "Hi, Rheya."

Shadow Shouvome stares at the battle, looking at T in that judging friend way of 'don't fuck this up'

Iris Blanchimont: "He had the law on his side. He had but wait a moment for me to be recognized to speak and all would have been dismissed."

N'aomi Kett: "They like to talk about how they're better than beastmen, how they try to dissuade fights with words."

Rheya Tayuun grumbles something grumpy-sounding under her breath, watching the fight before perking up with a smile at Anhe. "Hallo!"

N'aomi Kett: "But it always ends with them scrapping and kicking at each other like animals."

Tzee Vanu shuffled up, looking at the forum nervously.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Mm. 'Tis what happens when a bigot is allowed to remain in a position of authority."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Iris didn't get a chance to make her statement, which included such zingers as, 'the entire accusation is bogus'."

Lirilith Maellan looks to T'uuuuuh, and jerks to the side in a swift side step, the wide area of her blade lifted, gleaming, for the wave to clash against. The light flashes and dissipates. Though as she is blocking the aether wave, she quickly leans back from the first strike of Ryuka. The second, however, catches and finds an opening in her armor. She winces slightly, and jams the blade down as a brace, pushing against it as she jumps for extra momentum as her armored foot goes for a kick at Ryuka's head.

Zwight Vincent watches in almost admiration at how the fight looks.

Anhe Donia steps over to Rheya, running a gloved hand over her brow.

Wu'rexa Norh: "They didn't even do enough research to realize that the -Gnath- are the thralls of Ravana."

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor ticked something off his ledger and smiled.

Victarion Greystone: "..W...well then."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I would wholeheartedly suggest that Inquisitor lose his job."

Tyburn Lowenhart eyes Tzee Vanu. "O-oh..."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Hey that's my mo-"

Iris Blanchimont: "If you want to remove all bigots from authority, it shall take ample time. And perhaps the South should look to it's own Grand Companies before lecturing the North."

Victarion Greystone: "Are you...a friend of the Vath?"

Quinton Coursinge caught the Vanu over his shoulder, and nodded to him. "Lord Vanu."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "It should."

Ottovachi Zotovachi nods in silent agreement with Naomi, his eyes still fixed on the battle.

Anhe Donia: "All.../this/-" A hand is swept out to the battle. "Aside...How are you? Is Rommie behaving?"

Tzee Vanu: "I...." he stammered, looking over at the Inquisitor.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Doesn't matter where it starts, in all honesty."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "This is just what's before mine eyes at the very moment."

Vath Adventurer clicked curiously.

Ryuka Yumitori saw stars as sudden winding kick was thrown towards her head, causing her to be thrown backwards into a dusty skid. Her blade scratched tile as she managed to keep upright.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I'd speak up the same were I in Thanalan, Vylbrand or the Shroud."

Obsidian Darksian: "so... How do you got yourself in this mess?"

Iris Blanchimont: "Rex... if I do something reckless, do you think Aymeric will cover for me?"

T'rahven Tia forewent his blade, seeing as it wasn't the most efficient for him once engaged close. He sheathed the blade, his left hand shooting forward. Suddenly, the gauntlets began to glow again, as a vacuum wave shot out from his fist.

Vath Adventurer: "We were selling newspapers, delicious newspapers!"

Deidra Rose winces visibly, tapping her elbows as she watches and refrains from moving.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Absolutely not, and if I have to pick you up by the back of your robes I will."

Obsidian Darksian: "may i have one?"

Zana Akhabila: "...dammit, the things I do for that woman…”

Jereck Falarenth tenses..

Talman Chryses eyes Deidra from across the room and shakes his head, with a grim expression on his face.

Vath Adventurer: "They took all of our newspapers. And our potshards. We also had some gysahl greens." He clicked sadly.

Iris Blanchimont: "He owes me for that coup I /warned him about/ and /fought to prevent/."

Wu'rexa Norh: "And for the dragon in the basement, that whole mess..."

Quinton Coursinge: "Ty, the greens?"

Shio Maeda grips with both arms now,  very clearly afraid.

Hali Naras takes a long breath and shakes her head. "(Come on, T,)" she murmurs.

Victarion Greystone: "I've been meaning to speak to you about that, ms Norh.."

Obsidian Darksian: "then they both need to win cause i want that newspaper."

R'tehz Tia watches the right between the three in silence.

Ryuka Yumitori lunged for the attack, her mask flying free. This time, she swiped her sword for the shoulder, unleashing a circular swing, intent to place herself at the knight's rear.

Vath Adventurer perked. "It is both informative and delicious!"

Tyburn Lowenhart shrugs. "I already gave all I had. I considered it his last meal. I also thought he would be fighting himself."

Victarion Greystone: "It's making more work for me than necessary."

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Twelve. . ."

Quinton Coursinge: "I believe my accountant had one for lunch the other day."

Wu'rexa Norh exhales loudly. "I swear to the -Fury- at my witness I'm getting my fucking name changed by deed poll married or no-"

Vath Adventurer: "We are happy the Vath Account found more complex work! We... we hope he does not share the same fate as we do." He looked down.

R'tehz Tia continues watching the fight with his arms crossed.

Rheya Tayuun: "Mostly? She's here in Ishgard. Doing some work for Iris that I have no idea what it is."

Wu'rexa Norh: "What was it, sorry?"

Tzee Vanu: "....brother..."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...He very well may, if this farce is allowed to stand in the place of actual jurisprudence."

Estelle Scarlette seems fully on edge and is now gnawing at the nail of his thumb.

Victarion Greystone: "...Apologies."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Mine recommendation, one adventurer to another? I would warn your friends to be wary of Ishgard for a while."

Victarion Greystone: "Rex it is."

Anhe Donia nods. "I...spoke to her about her rushing up here. Members of the Pakshee follow on her coattails, and she has a /reputation/ at this point, she can't keep charging off at every whim..." Anhe does not seem angry, so much as upset- worried, even.

Sain Ironheart growls looking discontent and clear signs of worry on her face. (I can't watch more people I know die in front of me just like the Resistance....)

Wu'rexa Norh: "No, no, it's - it's alright, it'll be handled in due course- what was it you had to say, Ser?"

Vath Adventurer: "Ishgard is a good place. We have always considered them our neighbors. Our first friends were the Hunters of Tailfeather than the Knights of the Convictory. We love Ishgard." He clicked sadly.

Zana Akhabila: "I had to practically drag myself along with her.  She would have been up here by herself."

Shadow Shouvome stares sternly. Red glow emiting from his eye holes of the mask dimly.

Quinton Coursinge: "Please do not judge this city too harshly on this matter, Master Adventurer.  I assure you, she can be quite cozy."

Zwight Vincent glances at Shadow

Ming Mei closes her eyes to start clearing her mind..

Iris Blanchimont smiled weakly and slid over to the Vath.

Shio Maeda is just getting photos for TCC!

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor inclined his head towards the crowd, sensing a strange aether flowing from one of the Miqo'te.

Shadow Shouvome whispers something to zwight.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...As do I. I -work- here. You'd think that the first nation to properly embrace Magitek would think nothing more of embracing Hydaelyn's diverse peoples as well."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Sadly that does not appear to be the case."

Lirilith Maellan jerks swiftly back, twisting the flat of the blade to face T'rahven. A resounding metallic clash echoes as his fist bounces her back a bit with the force of his strike. She shifts a foot back, eyes darting to Ryuki, and bends that knee and leans back to put herself just under the swipe of the blade. A few blond hairs free. She jerks back up, the leg slid back now going forward, then the other following and coming about as she step and spins to face them. She makes a war cry as she lifts her sword, the blade gleaming, then swings to send an arc of aetheric energy at the two, careful to aim it AWAY from the spectators.

Victarion Greystone: "Regarding the dragon."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Oh?"

N'aomi Kett looks over to Shadow.

Wu'rexa Norh: "You're aware of that case?"

Sasarna Sarna steps over, placing a hand on shadow.

N'aomi Kett leans over and whispers something to him.

Victarion Greystone: "...It makes quite a mess."

Hali Naras slowly turns and stares at Shadow with a frown.

Obsidian Darksian: "well i hope you get out of this mess and appreciate this place like i do."

Shadow Shouvome: "..................................................."

Victarion Greystone: ".....And also it's very difficult for me to be around it."

Victarion Greystone: "I hope I don't have to be."

Rheya Tayuun: "Honestly, she wouldn't have that reputation if she DIDN'T go off charging on whims. I've given up on trying to stop her, and to be fair she only showed up after I had my armor on."

Quinton Coursinge looks at all the people coming up towards the Vath, and clears his throat politely. "Please, allow my client some space as necessary."

Sasarna Sarna whispers to Shadow.

N'aomi Kett pats his shoulder.

Iris Blanchimont: "Hey..." she slipped into a series of soft clicking sounds that the Vath would understand. She promised him that she was a friend, and that she would protect the Vath.

Anhe Donia: "I /know/, but..."

Wu'rexa Norh: "In the filing, I imagine so- it was a rather unsettling night. Iris and I were called to deal with something suspicious in the catacombs one night, and we came across a group of heretics with a -dragon- in tow."

Shadow Shouvome snickers and snorts, before lifting his mask just enough to cover mouth trying to not keep from dying of laughter.

Grey Hound eeeedges closer too.

Vath Adventurer clicked, tapping his claws together nervously. "...she is strong. Very strong. We do not want our friends to get hurt because of us.”

Anhe Donia: "But /still/. I just told her to tell me before she does it, since she'll do it anyway, so things can be prepared for..."

Shadow Shouvome coughs loudly.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "It wasn't because of you."

Jereck Falarenth glares at Quinton Coursinge. "If you had our friends back, you would be as close as we are!  This should not be happening!"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "..'Twas because of him."

Rheya Tayuun: "There is no "but". There is only Rommie, and I'll try to remember that myself."

Mareth Ravenlocke points at the Inquisitor.

Zwight Vincent whispers back to Shadow slightly confused.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Could we all -step back- from the combat, please! Behind the checker-board tiles!"

Ottovachi Zotovachi looks anxious.

T'rahven Tia attempted to do something flashy, his hand flashing mudra. Unfortunately, he didn't get it off in time, and the aether wave knocked him back. Fortunately, his chakra barrier remained up. "RIGHT! NEW TRICKS AREN'T WORKING...." With that, he built up two balls of chakra, and hurled them as downward curve balls that would hit the floor and no spectators should they miss.

Talman Chryses continues to write.

Wu'rexa Norh: "For the sake of your limbs and also you're -right- in the splash zone!"

Estelle Scarlette: "Come on T'rahven!!!"

Victarion Greystone: ".....Maybe it was someone else's pet I saw."

Hali Naras: "There you go..."

Sasarna Sarna steps to the back of the ground, turning her eyes back to the fight.

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Come on, T!"

N'aomi Kett: "Come on T'uuuh!"

Quinton Coursinge: "I will ask again to back from the defendant. He is not a free man.. yet..."

Iris Blanchimont: "Hey..." she slipped into a series of soft clicking sounds that the Vath would understand. She promised him that she was a friend, and that she would protect the Vath.

R'tehz Tia just does not move whial the wind from  aether blows at me

Jereck Falarenth looks at Quinton Coursinge "He will be.. my life on it."

Iris Blanchimont Vath as a people, plural Vath.

Vath Adventurer tapped his claws together and nodded.

Ryuka Yumitori lunged as T went for showmanship and balls of concentrated aether. This time however, she'd attempt to take a page from the Dragoon book of combat, vaulting over the wave of energy that was sent scattering her way, then diving with a plunging sword strike!

Rheya Tayuun wraps an arm around Anhe's waist and murmurs something soft to her.

Mareth Ravenlocke sighs and shakes her head. "...He shouldn't have even been -brought- here before the court."

Quinton Coursinge sighs.

Sain Ironheart kneeled down behind Iris and behind the Vath Adventurer. "Remember at the Distrubution V.... You swore to me that we would both be strong together." She had said just above a whisper.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Sorry, it's just- you know, wildly swinging swords. I know what you were trying to do."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "..'Tis as I said, if the completely and obviously innocent need only say 'I demand a trial by combat' and receive one... why have none drawn steel upon me yet?"

Anhe Donia wraps her arm about Rheya as well, placing her head to the miqo'te's shoulder.

Zwight Vincent nods at Shadow, keeping his bag close to himself.

Iris Blanchimont: "Say it loudly enough and they may."

Obsidian Darksian: "i'm wearing armor for fury's sake."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Honestly? I'd not particularly mind that right about now."

Iris Blanchimont: "I would. One major diplomatic crisis at a time, please."

Zana Akhabila: "...someone hold my hand or I'm going to do something stupid..." she whispered.

Anhe Donia: "Mareth, /please/ don't..."

Victarion Greystone turns to watch the fight quietly, then.

Anhe Donia holds her free hand out in Zana's direction.

Grey Hound looks back towards the entryway for a moment.

Rheya Tayuun reaches out and grabs Zana's hand, tugging her towards herself and Anhe.

Zana Akhabila reaches out and takes Anhe's hand.  She nearly crushes it as Rheya takes her other.

Anhe Donia raises her head from Rheya's shoulder, looking in Zana's direction- wincing, if slightly, from the pressure. "/Please/ listen to reason, Zana."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Nh.."

Lirilith Maellan | Venessiel looks up as Ryuki comes down. and hefts her large sword to block the blow. Which left her briefly open while dealing with the full weight and momentum of Ryuka's strike. Proving she is a chase member of the clergy, she does not well handle the man's balls, staggering back with the impact. She gives herself a shake, hint of red not starting to stain the pure white of her armor. She steps to put Ryuka between her and T'uuuh to force his hesitation to any more free balling. Her blade comes up as she side steps, striking toward Ryuka's middle in a cleave. The flat of the blade. She was not going to cut the woman in half and get that much blood in this holy place.

Zana Akhabila: "I am.  That's why I didn't just rush out there..."

Zana Akhabila: "...but this is for insurance because I trust you to stop me."

Vath Adventurer clicked, searching the crowd. He nodded to Sain, remembering what they promised.

Anhe Donia: "Impulsive action doesn't get anyone anywhere. Just look at all this..."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn wraps an arm around Shio, pulling her in tightly as he watches intently.

Talman Chryses winces. "Oh no..."

Rosik Ren: "Shite, c'mon..."

Vath Adventurer: "Sword Fleshling!"

Iris Blanchimont: "If there is a schism between the religious and civil authorities spurred by this trial, both Inquisitors and Temple Knights alike will face a very trying test of loyalties..."

Vath Adventurer: "She will not hurt them, will she?" He panicked.

Ming Mei caught herself peaking, instead of meditating. She wasn't liking what she saw, either.

Hali Naras raises her eyebrows, peering down at Ryuka over her glasses. She clicks her tongue.

Quinton Coursinge put his hand to his head again.  "Not if they declare her the winner...."

R'tehz Tia walks by Deidra and asks "Are you alright?"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "She will. She's enough of a bigot to go along with this shitshow."

Shadow Shouvome: ". . . . . ."

Victarion Greystone: "Hmm...It appears I got all dressed up for nothing."

Ryuka Yumitori was left open by her descending tactic, and was promptly thrown into a skid across the checkered floor of the Tribunal. A pained yelp was heard, but as she clutched her side, she slammed a fist down, and shakedly propped herself back up. She wasn't done here. Not yet.

Obsidian Darksian: "well then..."

Zwight Vincent hands dig in his bag.

Quinton Coursinge: "Its been at least a moon since I've seen someone killed in one of these things.."

Iris Blanchimont: "Let us hope so, anyroad, Vic."

Deidra Rose starts to take a step toward Ryuka, but stops herself and folds in on herself with tension. She nods in response to R'tehz silently.

Rheya Tayuun: "This is a mess and no mistake, but we're not at "desperate times just yet".

T'rahven Tia grimaced as he saw Ryuka get knocked back. His grin was now gone. It was time to get serious. 5 red aether nodes appeared across his body; chakra points. Rushing in, T leaped into a sudden chakra infused axe kick.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn clenches his hand tightly. "Get yer shite t'gether Swordscale! Show 'em why they call ye tha'!"

Vath Adventurer could tell T'UHHHH was getting serious!

Talman Chryses nods and makes a mark in his book.

Hali Naras chuckles, smirking. She nods at T in approval.

Vath Adventurer: "He is the Champion of the Levinfist! And the Sword Fleshling has a sword!"

Iris Blanchimont: "If all other roads lead to naught, may need call upon you both and what Temple Knights will harken to Parliament's call."

Iris Blanchimont: "Suffice to say, that is when I would need the Lord Speaker to cover my tail."

Zwight Vincent stops moving his hand around in the bag and keeps it in place while he continues to watch the rest of the fight.

Wu'rexa Norh: "You know I'll be at your side."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...And you know I'd be at -your- side, Rex, in as much time as it took me to run back to the Manufactory for a firearm."

Rheya Tayuun fingers her right earclip with a wry little grin.

Anhe Donia: ". . .And if you need me, Rex. Iris. You have my support."

Anhe Donia: "For whatever it is I can do."

Ryuka Yumitori furrowed her brow. She didn't look 100%. The antonym of 100% would probably be her very picture. But she turned her sword, planting it firm in her sheath, and darted towards the knight, with an intent to unfurl it in a show of The Fury's... Fury.

Anhe Donia mutters something about 'not being the first time' and 'life threatening danger'

Wu'rexa Norh smiles wearily at Mareth- then to Anhe with the same. "I know. You're tear to me, the lot of you, and fierce in your disciplines besides."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Scratch that, I'm certain Stephanivien would send a runner with one for me. The watch isn't the only Ishgardian organization who trades with Loth ast Vath."

Anhe Donia smiles, if weakly.

Wu'rexa Norh: "Wait, you mean -tonight-? I..."

Vath Adventurer: "This is all the Vath Aegir's fault."

Shadow Shouvome: "it is."

Vath Adventurer: "It's always the Vath Aegir's fault."

Grey Hound: "Maybe time to find some new friends, hm?"

Iris Blanchimont: "Rex and Vic are sworn servants of the Office of Foreign Affairs. They're government officials. Hopefully that affords them protection when following orders of their department minister. If I had to involve outsiders, I will, but I pray that any of the other many, many outcomes prevent this... as the stage is already too set for high tensions."

Quinton Coursinge: "I am not saying this /isn't/ the Vath Aegir's fault."

Victarion Greystone just stands there silently and potentially awkwardly.

Wu'rexa Norh: "I mean I know it's a slow watersday, but..."

Lirilith Maellan | Ser Venessiel has a moment for her eyes to widen and attempts to brace before the monk's foot impacts. The knight goes flying back, slamming firmly into the podium and shaking it. And the Inquisitor behind it. She staggers a step, spitting a bit of blood, as she stares at the two. Her blade is lifted once more, a brilliant light reflecting along the blade once more as she gathers up for an aetheric attempt, then swings it harshly in an arc, sending another arc of aetheric energy at the two of them once more.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...In fact, I'll... send for that runner now."

Anhe Donia: "Understandable so, Lady Blanchimont..."

Obsidian Darksian walks up to Cecily, "so Cecily... What make you come here?"

Wu'rexa Norh: "...Right, erm. Yes. Uh. I mean of course I'm prepared for that."

Mareth Ravenlocke lifts a hand to her linkpearl, murmuring a few things into it…

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor jerked back a bit as the Knight came close to his podium. "My word..." he muttered, flipping through his notes.

Wu'rexa Norh swallows thickly. "I thought you meant a general coup. I mean."

Ottovachi Zotovachi is looking tenser and tenser by the moment.

Cecily Jisi: "Hm? Oh, I'm part of Crystal Chronicle security."

Sasarna Sarna reaches a hand around to her back, gripping something invisible. With a brief red flash, and aetheric sword forms in her sheathed.

Shio Maeda tightens her grip. "Kami be good..."

Jereck Falarenth looks at Aegir Hlerson looking for blood.

Zwight Vincent pulls out a small metallic spherical object.

Obsidian Darksian: "huh, that explain you're with

Grey Hound nods to Otto.

Cecily Jisi: "Yup.”

Obsidian Darksian: R'tehz before."

T'rahven Tia was thrown back AGAIN. The chakra barrier was doing work, but he was clearly looking bruised. T shot up a sudden look, now utterly furious. Two more chakra points, now blue, appeared on his head. T flashed mudra once more, before splaying his fingers. A beam of fire infused chakra burst forward, aimed at Lirilith.

Ryuka Yumitori lunged forward, and then suddenly- she shifted her direction. Her sword ran across the surge of energy as it was on-comming, blade cutting right into it. Brilliant sparks of aether scattered as the blade wraped itself in the energy. Moment of truth....

Ryuka Yumitori 's blade carried that residual blessed energy with it, would seem!~

Ming Mei quickly returns to her meditation, still... uncertain. Preparing for anything, at this point.

Talman Chryses: By the gods this is close....

Shio Maeda: "Please..."

Talman Chryses ceases making notes and just watches.

Estelle Scarlette clasps his hands together and burried his face against them. "Please... please..."

Mareth Ravenlocke lifts a hand to her linkpearl once more, and steps outside...

Zwight Vincent: Zwight whispers to himself as he touches his ear.

Vath Adventurer covered his face. He did not want to see either of them get hurt.

Grey Hound mutters into a linkshell.

Jereck Falarenth glances at Talman and nods.

T'rahven Tia was panting as his aether raged. If looks could kill, Lirilith would already be dead.

Estelle Scarlette: "T'rahven! You can do it! Come on I believe in you!!!" Estelle cried out.

Jereck Falarenth nods.

N'aomi Kett: "Come on T!"

Hali Naras: "Hey, T! /Cool her off/!" Hali starts laughing.

Shadow Shouvome: "Don't fuck this up T! You got this!"

Estelle Scarlette: "I know you can do it!!"

Lirilith Maellan | Venessiel twists her blade up two slow, and opted instead to attempt to duck to the side. Too slow. Ryuka's blade opens a gash along her side, aetheric energy splitting the armor. She grunts in pain, then retorts with an adrenaline fueled counter strike, hefting the blade back baseball bat style at Ryuki to, if successful, bash her against the podium she just slammed against. Shake the damn Inquisitor she always bleeds for a bit more.

Jereck Falarenth cheers Ryuka Yumitori.

R'tehz Tia gives a deep sigh

Jereck Falarenth cheers ,T.!

Ryuka Yumitori 's sword snapped back around just in time to clang loudly for all at the Tribunal to hear. She was holding Lirilith in place! "T!"

Ryuka Yumitori by Lirilith, Ryuka totally meant Venessiel.

Zwight Vincent: Zwight watches both excitedly and with a serious face.

T'rahven Tia shot forward. He ws not letting his friend down, NOT TODAY. With a sudden battle cry, T rushed forward, aiming for her head. Suddenly, his hand dropped.......to reveal his OTHER HAND was right at Venessiel's gut. A burst of aether, and T's hand shot into a fist. One ilm punch to the gut.

Sasarna Sarna sends her Fenir pup away, likely going to play in the snow.

Hali Naras takes a long breath and sighs, shrugging with a soft chuckle.

Victarion Greystone sighs somewhat, and withdraws a notepad and small quill from his tunic hiding under his breastplate. He starts to write something...Maybe an idea for dinner.

Aegir Hlerson: "Finish this, Ser Venessiel. Let us be done with this trash."

Wu'rexa Norh 's teeth grind.

Zana Akhabila: "...trash..."

Cecily Jisi: "FUCK HIM UP!!!"

Shadow Shouvome: "Fuck you!"

Ryuka Yumitori would loosen her bladelock as soon as T went for it, shifting from being at Venessiel's flan to being at her back. Her sword snapped up...

Grey Hound: "Calm, Shadow. Wait."

Shadow Shouvome: "Tsk..."

Estelle Scarlette: "T'rahven!!! Don't give up!!"

Lirilith Maellan really hates the Inquisitor...

Wu'rexa Norh: "Come on, come on..."

Talman Chryses gasps. "Yes!"

Ryuka Yumitori II ...And halted at the knight's neck.

Jereck Falarenth cheers!

Ryuka Yumitori: "Yield. Ven goes free."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Yell it so that the Fury herself may hear."

Zwight Vincent: Zwight grins.

Quinton Coursinge smirks.

N'aomi Kett: "Oh thank gods."

Wu'rexa Norh exhales slowly, her face pale.

Grey Hound glances back to Otto as he returns.

Hali Naras sniffs a soft laugh, "And th-there it is."

Ottovachi Zotovachi returns at a jog, and has the Outrider chocobos waiting outside for perfectly innocent reasons. "It's okay??"

Paradyme Capellago: "... Oh thank gods."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn finally lets out his held breath. "Sevenhells..."

T'rahven Tia saw Ryuka's blade at the knight's neck, and calmed himself. His blue aether nodes dissipated.

Zwight Vincent sighs with relief.

Shio Maeda can't help but squeal, jumping up and down with excitement before hugging Soren tightly. "They did it!! They won!"

Grey Hound: "It should be okay."

Jereck Falarenth cheers Vath Adventurer.

Rosik Ren mutters to herself, "Showyetrashyableedin'.." She starts on a string of curses, until finally glancing up as the sounds of battles stop, "...did we win?"

Qaraoyunn Dotharl lets out a breath.

Zana Akhabila pulls her hands free... and cheers.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Sweet twelve."

Sasarna Sarna reaches for her back, and with a brief tap, the sword on her back dissapates harmlessly.

Ottovachi Zotovachi cheers as well.

Anhe Donia lets out a long breath she didn't know she was holding.

Shadow Shouvome takes a LONG sigh of relief. "Bloody hells...that.....that was close...."

Sasarna Sarna smiles.

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Thank the Twelve..."

Estelle Scarlette completely collapsed and even fell to the floor and jsut sat there in relief. "Twelve preserve!"

Obsidian Darksian: "now for that newspaper..."

N'aomi Kett: "Heh, Estellle is your heart ready for a monster hunt tomorrow."

Quinton Coursinge pats Vath on his shoulder. "Luck, Master Vath. She is on your side."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...This shouldn't've even needed to happen at all. What a farce."

Jereck Falarenth whispers to himself "Thank the Twelve."

Estelle Scarlette: "No... no it's not."

Shadow Shouvome: "Wait, you're bringing him along?"

Lirilith Maellan | Ser Venessiel took the opportunity of Ryuku releasing the hold to jerk back from T'uuh's fist, because oh fuck, oh fuck no, but in the closed space, she had no where to maneuver around the two, especially with her large blade. She freezes as Ryuka's blade comes to her throat... and smiles. "Halone favors you, it seems."

Lirilith Maellan: "I yield!"

Estelle Scarlette flicked an ear, letting that comment slide.

Iris Blanchimont: "Not my most pleased outcome, but a positive one nonetheless. Even so, my work is incomplete."

Vath Adventurer: "She yields! She yields!" He began to hop up and down.

Deidra Rose lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Grief. . ."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Say it. The Vath Adventurer walks free."

Anhe Donia: "Incomplete...?"

Aegir Hlerson: "Tsk."

T'rahven Tia: || T turned, his arms extended outward. "If it pleases the court, I'd like to take my Vath friend, and bug on out of here!"

Ming Mei finally relaxes upon hearing ''I yield''. At the very least, a fine meditation exercise.

Sain Ironheart lets out a sigh of relief.

Estelle Scarlette facepalms.

Wu'rexa Norh groans.

N'aomi Kett: "AAAAYYY"

N'aomi Kett: "GREAT PUN T"

Anhe Donia slaps her hand to her face.

Grey Hound: "...He is definitely an Outrider."

Hali Naras groans and rubs her forehead, laughing. "Dammit."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Could we have a -bit- of solemnity for the sake of a life near taken here..."

Ming Mei doesn't get the pun.

Shadow Shouvome: "I'LL LET THAT ONE GO!"

Aegir Hlerson: || The Inquisitor snapped his book shut with a prissy tsk. "The Fury has spoken! Beastman of Dravania - you are hereby acquitted of all charges. Blessed are we who receive of Her wisdom and see justice wrought by Her divine hand! Petitioners, accused─go forth in peace!"

Quinton Coursinge: motions the Vath closer to his friend. "Master T'uuuhhhhhhhhh?  By all means."

Talman Chryses wipes his brow on his sleeve. "Gods!"

Vath Adventurer: "We win! We win! We win!"

Obsidian Darksian: "don't forget to give me that newspaper!"

Iris Blanchimont: "My lord Inquisitor."

Ottovachi Zotovachi looks up at Naomi with a grin.

Estelle Scarlette stands at teh edge, eager.

T'rahven Tia holds out a hand for Ryuka to high five.

N'aomi Kett grins to Otto.

Jereck Falarenth sighs his relief "Run friend, run."

Talman Chryses watches Iris Blanchimont closely.

Victarion Greystone: "Justice served."

Rheya Tayuun hugs Anhe tight for just a moment before letting her go as she walks to Iris.

Quinton Coursinge motions T'rahven and Ryuka over. Quickly.

Tyburn Lowenhart is hoping to exit this building soon. Needs to smoke badly.

Vath Adventurer: || The Vath turned to his lawyer. "Thank you!" He turned to the others. "Thank you!"

Ryuka Yumitori reaches her hand up, looking on at the crowd as her hand met T's.

Shadow Shouvome takes off his mask for a moment to wipe his face. "Good gods, that was.....something."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn leans down and scoops of Shio happily! "'E's goin' t'survive!"

Otho Valens: "What a pleasant turn of events." He clapped slowly.

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Let's get out of this place as soon as possible, yes?"

Quinton Coursinge: "Of course, Master Vath."

Hali Naras yawns, stretching. She looks bored.

Aegir Hlerson: || "Speak, Lady Blanchimont." He declared as a pair of conjurers ran out to tend to the Knight.

N'aomi Kett: "Yes."

Anhe Donia smiles bright back at Rheya. A smile that said 'More hugs later.'

Lirilith Maellan lowers her blade to the floor, and uses it to lean against as she stares out a moment. Was that a smirk? Possibly, but it fades quickly.

N'aomi Kett: "Drinks at the Outriders!"

Ottovachi Zotovachi looks thoroughly done with Ishgard for another twelve moons.

Grey Hound: "Right, let's go..."

Quinton Coursinge looks T'rayven dead in the eyes. "Get him out of here. Quickly."

Talman Chryses eyes Deidra and nods towards Iris.

Hali Naras takes a few steps back and then makes herself scarce.

N'aomi Kett: "Come on Ven!"

T'rahven Tia: "Any time, my VAth friend. Any time."

Zwight Vincent: "I bet this would have been over much quicker if you were out there Shades."

Vath Adventurer: "We can go?"

Estelle Scarlette ran over and clung to T. "You did it! You did it! You saved him!"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I simply wonder why people needed to beat each other senseless for the plainly obvious to be declared."

Ottovachi Zotovachi calls over. "Congratulations, Adventurer!"

Shadow Shouvome: "Time to bail from this hell hole. Ven, zwight, let's head home. Somewhat..."

R'tehz Tia looks down and smiles

Quinton Coursinge: "Yes, Master Vath.  Quickly now."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Hey. Uh."

Grey Hound: "T! Chocobos are waiting! Grab the bug and let's go..."

N'aomi Kett comes up and gives Adventurer a hug.

Wu'rexa Norh slowly replaces the straps over the crossguard of her blade, peace-binding it accordingly.

Anhe Donia: "It's done and over with- who cares, right now."

Shio Maeda nods, grinning at him.

Ryuka Yumitori: "You got duties and all so I'll be breif."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Thanks again."

Obsidian Darksian: "but my newspaper.."

Quinton Coursinge: "People seem quick to throw the heresy card these days."

Iris Blanchimont: "Pray heed this advice from your friends in the Vault." She looked at him sternly. "May this be heard as the Fury Herself reminding you to not break the promises of this Holy City again, and to respect the amnesty for past acts of heresy we have granted."

T'rahven Tia grinned at Estelle.  "Get your stuff. It might be time to go."

Deidra Rose glances over at Talman, catches his look, and then turns her attention back to Iris.

Anhe Donia 's eyes widen a bit.

Lirilith Maellan: "Well fought." That is all she says before the Inquisitor.

Zana Akhabila: "...whew."

Rosik Ren: "Oh, don' ya know, Mareth? If ye beat some'un, it means 'at, in the eyes of the gods, yer in the right. E'en if 's painfully obvious yer wrong."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...I suppose you're right, Anhe."

Vath Adventurer: "Yes! Quickly! Quickly! We shall have gysahl tea. And pizza!"

Iris Blanchimont: "And to make sure you arrest /the right suspect/."

Ottovachi Zotovachi laughs.

Estelle Scarlette: "What stuff? You literally brough me here on surprise!"

N'aomi Kett: "Your welcome as well, Sir." Naomi looks up at the lawyer.

Estelle Scarlette: "But yes... pelase, lets get out of here!"

Quinton Coursinge: "Oh?"

N'aomi Kett: "I appreciate you looking after our company member like that."

Ryuka Yumitori: "...Sorry, boss. But I had to."

Aegir Hlerson: "The Tribunal and myself are humbled by your generous reminder, Lady Blanchimont. We only work in the interest of the Holy See and the justice of the Fury." He was going to find that OTHER beastman.

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Thank you for /trying/ to defend our comrade."

Quinton Coursinge: "But of course.  His kind does good work."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "He did sort of uh..."

Ming Mei whispers something to Shadow....

Talman Chryses mutters, "This means war..."

Quinton Coursinge staaaaares at Otto.

Iris Blanchimont: "With that, the Parliament yields the balance of our time, and thanks the Tribunal for it's service."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...Apparently, Rosik."

N'aomi Kett: "I can pick up some Ishgardian wine while we're up here. Though we have..." Naomi looks back to Estelle and T, "Do we still have Sharlayan wine?"

Mareth Ravenlocke just... shrugs.

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "I mean calling for trial by combat was not a wise move."

Obsidian Darksian: "now... About that newspaper..."

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "Oi, y'won an' fulfilled yer duties t'yer friend. Ain't got nothin' but respect, Swordscale."

Vath Adventurer: "We win!"

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "You tried."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Well said, my lady!"

Rosik Ren: "Shite turned out well 'nough, at least."

Estelle Scarlette thought for a moment. "I'll get some on the way back." He looked to T. "I'll meet you at the house."

Quinton Coursinge: "I.. am personally a fan of vath wine."

Quinton Coursinge winks.

Anhe Donia: "Yes- yes, well said."

Zana Akhabila: "Well said, my lady."

Shadow Shouvome: "Wait. really?!"

N'aomi Kett: "...Do you know how it's made..."

T'rahven Tia: "Sounds good."

Iris Blanchimont: "Now, my part's done."

Estelle Scarlette: "Oh, and T'rahven."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Gonna go... uh. See to him right fast."

Quinton Coursinge: "Sometimes, you just do not ask."

N'aomi Kett: "...Wise."

Vath Adventurer: "We shall get you a newspaper, from the Tall Fleshling!" ((http://news.thecrystalchronicle.com/))

N'aomi Kett: "Very....Very wise."

Ryuka Yumitori: "Ven!"

T'rahven Tia: "Yeah?"

Vath Adventurer: "Thank you, Sword Fleshling! You won again!"

N'aomi Kett: "I can see if we have that as well."

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Well done, T."

Talman Chryses remembers his notes and gets back to writing.

Ottovachi Zotovachi gives his friend a thumbs up.

Qaraoyunn Dotharl: "Sweet sodding. . ."

Jereck Falarenth: "Glad you are safe my friend."

Ryuka Yumitori: "One time too many, by the account of some, but that you are safe, this is a relief in itself."

Estelle Scarlette put his hands on T's shoulders and got on his toes, kissing his cheek very feintly! "I'm so proud of you, see you back at the house!"

Mareth Ravenlocke: "...'Twas a victory, even if a certain Inquisitor made a debacle of it."

N'aomi Kett: "We're located in the Mist, Ward one in the 60th plot if you're interested."

Shio Maeda: "Put me down. I need to go give him his things."

Vath Adventurer: "Thank you! All of our hearts are pounding!"

Swyreyn Keltiyrn shakes his head. "Nay. Too 'appy. I'll carry ye there THEN set ye down."

T'rahven Tia froze at that, blushing like a madman. There were no words.

Jereck Falarenth looks to Ryuka Yumitori "Well fought my friend."

Paradyme Capellago: "Right. Let's get out of here!"

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "Right. Home?"

Quinton Coursinge looks over to Tyburn for a moment, then back to N'aomi.  "I believe I have someone to attend to first, then I shall see.  I thank you for the invite."

Ryuka Yumitori: "It was for Ven."

Estelle Scarlette giggled adn ran off. "I"ll come back with Shalrayan and Vath wines!"

Swyreyn Keltiyrn sets Shio down from his arms. "Delivery fer ye, bug."

Talman Chryses mutters to himself. "Front page news, mark my words..."

Anhe Donia turns around- and clasps Rheya in a HUGE, crushing hug.

Lirilith Maellan bleeds.

Iris Blanchimont: "Everyone walks away, and the day is saved again."

N'aomi Kett: "Yes!"

Rosik Ren blinks and looks about, "...did the bug already run off or am I blind...?"

Ottovachi Zotovachi: "home!"

T'rahven Tia: "YES! HOME!"

Jereck Falarenth slaps Vath Adventurer on the back "See you soon friend."

Tyburn Lowenhart pulls a silver case from his coat and nods. "I need some not fresh air."

Rheya Tayuun ooofs, but hugs back as good as she gets!

Victarion Greystone: "Wonderfully done ms. Blanchimont."

N'aomi Kett: "No problem." Naomi gives a thumbs up.

Wu'rexa Norh claps her hand on Iris' shoulder gingerly.

Shadow Shouvome: "Come on. Let's return back. I'm sick of this cold place."

Quinton Coursinge: "Well, darling... It could have been worse?"

Vath Adventurer: "Thank you!"

Sasarna Sarna quietly follows.

Shio Maeda pulls the bag from her shoulder, holding it out to him. "I placed all of the things they forced you to drop in this bag. Please, take it. Your crystals and greens were especially kept safely, Mister Vath."

Obsidian Darksian: "well i'm off till the newspaper is release."

Anhe Donia: "GUH."

Ottovachi Zotovachi gives the Vath a thumbs up. "We're going home. Well done on not getting executed."

Wu'rexa Norh: "You did a smashing job, Iris."

Shadow Shouvome puts his mask back on.

T'rahven Tia: "See you back at the house, my Vath friend."

Zwight Vincent: "If this happens again, you're bringing snacks this time Shades"

N'aomi Kett: "Ryuka."

N'aomi Kett: "I owe you, so many drinks."

Iris Blanchimont: "Not exactly to plan, but we managed."

Vath Adventurer held out his claws. "Our potshards! Our gysahl greens! So tasty! So shiny!"

Shadow Shouvome: "No. Only blood and death."

Anhe Donia pulls back, pressing a kiss to Rheya's lips, before turning about again.

Zana Akhabila: "Whew.  That... was too close."

Anhe Donia: "Yeah..."

Ryuka Yumitori: "A shame that I do not drink that is. Give them to others in my honor."

Zwight Vincent: "That's not very tasty..."

Shadow Shouvome: "It is for me."

Shio Maeda smiles, handing it off to him.

Wu'rexa Norh: "...Drink in the Knight, everyone?"

Vath Adventurer: "They taste like freedom!"

Cecily Jisi: "Congrats on your win, Vath."

Zwight Vincent: "And you call me weird.."

N'aomi Kett: "We have some great plum tea."

Shadow Shouvome: "And stop calling me shades!"

Victarion Greystone: "Any plans to celebrate?"

Tyburn Lowenhart: "True. He didn't get the hint for no trial by combat buuuuuut, what can you do. If it happens again You think I can bring a chocobo cart filled with greens in here to shut them up?"

Anhe Donia: "/Please/, Rex."

Shadow Shouvome: "Because you are."

Zwight Vincent: "Why? it's what i always call ya."

Talman Chryses looks at Deidra with relief. "Are you alright?"

Iris Blanchimont looked up at Rex. "You run on ahead. I must needs head to Aymeric's office and inform him of the result."

Shio Maeda: potshards, not crystals* IT'S BEEN SOME DAYS ))

Ryuka Yumitori: "Plumb Tea is acceptable."

Cecily Jisi: "LET'S GET DRUNK!!"

N'aomi Kett: "And like I said, you, and really anyone who's not the inquisition, is welcome to the Outriders home."

Ming Mei: "The best plum tea, as I will fund it!"

Ottovachi Zotovachi is not familiar with Ryuka, and so merely nods his appreciation to her with a smile.

Vath Adventurer: "Let us drink the Outriders moonshine!"

Paradyme Capellago: "Yes, gods give me alcohol."

N'aomi Kett: "You like my gin!"

Deidra Rose shakes her head and responds softly, "Can we not do this again anytime soon?"

Zana Akhabila: "Drinks.  Drinks are good."

Wu'rexa Norh nods briskly, and holds her gauntleted hand out to Iris.

Swyreyn Keltiyrn: "I fer one jus' want t'get 'ome, 'ave a drink, an' relax."

Rosik Ren: "Oi, if yer buyin', I'm bummin' a rum off of ya."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "Count me in, Rex."

Zwight Vincent ears perk at the sound of drinks. "Ohh!"

Quinton Coursinge smiles fondly at Tyburn. "It could be a star.   Home?"

Cecily Jisi: "Since we're in Ishgard, I'm gonna get a Peppermint Patty."

Jereck Falarenth winks at Vath Adventurer.

N'aomi Kett: "Like I said, Outriders is open for everyone! Mist In the first ward and the 60th plot!"

Tzee Vanu: "Are you all right, Ser Venessiel?"

Paradyme Capellago: "... Why is the Vanu..."

Quinton Coursinge: "Or drinks?"

Iris Blanchimont took it and kissed the back of the gauntlet. HA! "Fear not, there's plenty of merit to be won in the East."

T'rahven Tia: "BE THERE! OR BE SQUARE!"

Aegir Hlerson: "Tzee Vanu, leave this forum at once!"

N'aomi Kett: "Too late for you T."

Victarion Greystone: "I wouldn't mind some drinks."

Tzee Vanu: "But Brother, I-"

Sain Ironheart smiles extending her hand out to the Vath adventurer. "I am glad your you V."

Paradyme Capellago: "Oh look! THEY HAVE A VANU FRIEND."

Talman Chryses glares at nothing in particular. "If Ishgard gets their act together. I plan to help with that."

Aegir Hlerson jabbed a finger at the door, "GO!"

Quinton Coursinge stops everything.

Anhe Donia blinks at Iris.

Lirilith Maellan: "..." She will never be used to this Vanu. "I will be well. I will be attended to ere long."

Vath Adventurer: "Let us go!"

Quinton Coursinge: "Brother!?"

N'aomi Kett: "Yeah!"

Tyburn Lowenhart: "Yes please." He almost looks pleading. "You're amazing darling. Have I told you how amazingly amazing you are? Cause you are." He pulls a cigarette from his case and puts it between his lips and hands one to Quinton.

Deidra Rose snaps her attention to the Vanu.

Rosik Ren shrugs and makes her way out.

Aegir Hlerson: "Prepare the next trial!"

Quinton Coursinge absolutely heard that.

Wu'rexa Norh beams at the kiss, and graciously is out-paced to the gesture- but she still bows, raising Iris' hand to her brow.

Wu'rexa Norh: "I look forward to showing my worth, my Lady, as always."

Zana Akhabila: "...let's get the blazes out of here."

Mareth Ravenlocke: "D'aww."

Shio Maeda: "Miss Ryuka!"

Tzee Vanu: "Y-yes, of course." He hung his head.

Lirilith Maellan moves, still bleeding,  back to her position.

Mareth Ravenlocke: "You two remind me of mineself and Fiona."

Quinton Coursinge: "Lord Vanu, did my ears betray me?"

Tzee Vanu: "Mr Coursinge! I'm sorry to step in front of this forum. I should be going now."

Lirilith Maellan is letting the Inquisitor handle this one.

Anhe Donia: "RIGHT. WELL."

Aegir Hlerson: "You heard nothing, Mr Coursinge, just the rambling of another beastman that has no leave to be here."

Talman Chryses narrows his eyes and opens his ears.

Anhe Donia: "If no one else is leading the charge to the tavern, I'm gonna."

Anhe Donia marches off.

Iris Blanchimont smiled, it was sweet and real and probably the most emotion she'd show at one time in public like that. "We're adjourned. Before my friend over there has them bring out brooms to push us out the door!"

Quinton Coursinge: "No. No no, not at all.  I believe, in fact, this could be the perfect time for you to speak up."

Wu'rexa Norh: "Right you are- And as Anhe says- "

Victarion Greystone: "...Right."

Wu'rexa Norh: "To the -pub-!"

Tyburn Lowenhart plucks the cigarette from his lips and glances at the door with a sigh and tucks it behind his ear. "Please do." He omits the part where he could be smoking now.

Cecily Jisi: "Let's get shitfaced!!"

Victarion Greystone: "I'll be off to the Knight. Maybe get out of some of this armor."

Tzee Vanu: "I've been afret with worry through this whole ordeal, sir! Imagine, my brother putting a trial on against one of my good friends!"

Iris Blanchimont beamed at the others. "I got to humiliate the Inquisition, too. Not a bad day, all tolled."

Zana Akhabila: "...it's awfully hard to decide who the beast is when the Vanu has more humanity than the guy cussing him out for wanting to help."

Quinton Coursinge: "Your Honor.  Pray, what is worse..."

Quinton Coursinge: "A heretic..."

Paradyme Capellago: "Brother, huh." She mused quietly.

Lirilith Maellan | Ser Venessiel decided this is not such a bad day after all.

Paradyme Capellago: "To the pub~"

Quinton Coursinge: "...or a Fury fearing Halonic that sides with one...?"

Zana Akhabila: "To the pub."

Quinton Coursinge: "Both carry the same weight in your court, do they not?"

Tzee Vanu: "I am well devoted to the Fury, sir."

Rosik Ren: "Not too many that decide to walk back into a court after a trial ends."

Aegir Hlerson: "Even someone of such /humble/ origins as yourself no doubt has heard the rumors, Mr Coursinge. While recovering in the Sea of Clouds, my mother has taken on the care of an orphan Vanu-Vanu."

Shadow Shouvome: "I have my reasons."

Talman Chryses whispers to Deidra.

Quinton Coursinge: "Lady Pappillonoux is your mother..... Raising beastmen..."

Shadow Shouvome: "Maybe I just like the view."

Aegir Hlerson rubbed his face.

Tzee Vanu: "It is an honor to be adopted into such a pious family!"

Aegir Hlerson: "She is not well, mother. If only we had put her in that locked home..."

Quinton Coursinge: "Your Honor, while you are unable to try family, if one is to be pointing fingers to potential heretics."

Rosik Ren: "Eh...Architecture's a bit too hoighty toighty for me."

Quinton Coursinge: "I am certain there are other inquisitors that would be happy to do such a job..."

Deidra Rose frowns thoughtfully.

Shadow Shouvome: "The feelings mutral."

Zwight Vincent: "You get used to it." Zwight says slightly chuckling.

Aegir Hlerson: "That is hardly relevent to my work here in the Tribunal! Clear the forum at once! I have a mountain of heretics to burn, I mean, prosecute this afternoon!"

Shadow Shouvome: "Zwight, you really should head back. . . . ."

Tzee Vanu: "Brother, you're going to lose your job? How horrid!"

Aegir Hlerson: "GO HOME!"

Lirilith Maellan |  Venessiel keeps a stoic face. Inwardly, however, she might be laughing a little.

Quinton Coursinge hums to himself as he pulls out a list from his pocket.  He looks it over, then back to the Inquisitor. "Stay right here, Lord Pappillonoux."

Rosik Ren clicks her tongue at the Judge person's words, "Guessin' that's yer reasonin' there?"

Jereck Falarenth glares at Aegir Hlerson.

Zwight Vincent shakes his head. "If you're gonna be here, then i'm gonna be here buddy."

Aegir Hlerson: "Where are you going? I will arrest you for heresey at once!"

Shadow Shouvome: "I'm not asking...."

Deidra Rose nods,  "I'll leave you to it, then. I'll see you at the office."

Talman Chryses pulls out his notebook again.

Tzee Vanu: "Mr Coursinge! You're a heretic? Please say it isn't so!"

Quinton Coursinge: "Now... I believe I am seeing...." His eyes scroll the list. "Why, this looks like your 'heretics' does it not?"

Talman Chryses nods to Deidra with an apologetic smile.

Zwight Vincent: "And i'm hard of hearin right now."

Shadow Shouvome: "I will kick you out of here."

Shadow Shouvome: "literally."

Tyburn Lowenhart: "He's not." Patting Vanu on the shoulder. Reaching up to do it. He is not tall.

Aegir Hlerson: "I fail to see the connection!"

Quinton Coursinge: "While as a defender of our fair /republics/ laws, it is my duty to inform an uncompromised Inquisitor of your mother's heretical actions."

Aegir Hlerson: "!!!"

Quinton Coursinge: "However.... If we could perhaps forgo the theatrics with..."

Tzee Vanu: "No! Not mother!"

Quinton Coursinge scans the list.  Points to a single name. "Everyone on here, save this one... Pardons for the rest I believe could be in order."

Zwight Vincent: "I've been living here much longer than you Shades, i have more right to stay here than you do..." He says giving him a serious look.

Shadow Shouvome narrow his eyes.

Talman Chryses wanders over, notebook in hand.

Quinton Coursinge rolls his eyes. "We all know what THAT one did."

Shadow Shouvome: "Pipsqueak, I have my reasons."

Aegir Hlerson: "........" He grabbed the wrist with a SNAP and looked it over.

Shadow Shouvome inches closer.

Rosik Ren: "Yer friend's not too bright, is he?"

Zwight Vincent: "He lets his heart do most of the talkin..."

Quinton Coursinge: "Add your brother, and the rest of the vath to the list of those with immunity."

Shadow Shouvome: "I can /still/ hear you."

Aegir Hlerson hissed in a very quiet voice, "(I cannot in good conscious excuse /all/ these people.)"

Zwight Vincent: "and thinkin"

Tzee Vanu looked back and forth, perhaps confused as to what was going on.

Rosik Ren: "Aye, an' he wears it on his sleeve, from the sounds of it..."

Quinton Coursinge rolls his eyes again.  "Fine, I hate to turn in a woman of such renown as your mother, it truly breaks my heart."

Lirilith Maellan: ". . ."

Aegir Hlerson began to crush the paper in his fingers. "Very. Well. Speak with me later in my quarters." He turned to look at the others. "Have you business with the Tribunal?"

Quinton Coursinge: "Ah ah,"  He extends his hand for the paper.

Aegir Hlerson slowly handed it back.

Tyburn Lowenhart nudges Tzee with his elbow. "I could watch him work all day." Were... were those hearts in his eyes.

Talman Chryses shakes his head. "No, thank you, your honor, the press is quite satisfied."

Talman Chryses turns and nods to R'tehz.

Aegir Hlerson: "........."

Aegir Hlerson: "I miss the days when we could just burn people."

Shadow Shouvome: ". . . ."

Quinton Coursinge uncrumples it with great care, folds it diligently in half, and tucks it back into his pocket.  "Very well, Lord Pappillonoux."

Lirilith Maellan | Ser Venessiel inwardly laughs... and outwardly continues to bleed as she has not been dismissed.

Quinton Coursinge winks at the inquisitor with the smirkiest of smirks.

Aegir Hlerson: "Ser Venessiel, DO stop bleeding on the marble."

Quinton Coursinge: "Lord Vanu, I believe this should be a good time to leave."

Lirilith Maellan: ".. Yes, sir."

Tzee Vanu: "O-oh! Yes!" He looked over to the Inquisitor.

Aegir Hlerson: "GO!" He was telling MOTHER.

Tzee Vanu: "Halone Bless Thee!"

Shadow Shouvome steps back a bit.

Lirilith Maellan moves stiffly out.

Rosik Ren: "Got yer peace of mind?"

Quinton Coursinge smirks.  Has a certain jump step in his walk as he leaves.

Shadow Shouvome: "No."

Quinton Coursinge: "Tea.  Darling, I want tea."

Zwight Vincent looks a little confused.

Aegir Hlerson growled a bit.

Tyburn Lowenhart plucks the cigarette from behind his ear and places it between his lips. "Yes dear." He follows.

Rosik Ren smirks a bit, "But at least savin' the stupidity for another time?"

Shadow Shouvome: ". . . . . ."

Tyburn Lowenhart licks the cigarette with the brazier and nearly inhales the entirety of it in one go.

Tyburn Lowenhart lights*

Shadow Shouvome: "Got it."