#tos tavern keeper

[lady-belleslettres]

Escort owns a tavern now, it seems (Outfit based on TOS2 Tavern Keeper)

[keisonism]

trapper suffers. have this messy sketch of the top 3 trapper disturbers

trapper affectionately hates all of them

[ariniekat]

Even more wheel randomise TOS2 duos. These are seriously being so much fun, to doodle out and explore. Some of them even have an attempt at hands. Hehe. Combos are,

Doomsayer/Jester, Enchanter/Plaguebearer, Tavernkeeper/Crusader, Soul collect/Psychic, Serial killer/Amnesiac, Marshal/Jailor Had to give the tpows tired energy together, they both need a vacation and a cup of coffee. For enchanter, idk maybe i should've put her lil origami on her head, I did want her to have long sleeves and very flowey outfits and foldable fabrics, my mind wants it to feel like it's all papery and folded, her hair is also supposed to be those lil flower buns, but idk if any of that came across, oh well. Maybe she needs more paper accessories. Also i know crusader's hand is backwards but i was lazy. <3

[gonergoat]

✿ " ToS 2 ; incorrect quotes ed. ! "

this is just my collection of incorrect quotes i made for roles in the game ! [ i might do modded later . ] don't ask me why , i just wanted to make this . click on " keep reading " if you want to see .

Jailor , standing right above prisoner and sharpening their sword : We've got ways of making people talk . Jailor proceeds to cut piece of cake . Prisoner : . . . Can I have some ? Jailor : Cake is for talkers .

Admirer : You have to apologize to them , my dove . Coroner : Fine ! But I must warn you that this might make me a better , nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with !

Veteran at party , holding an antique bottle : Is this whiskey or perfume ? Tavern Keeper grabs and chugs the entire bottle . Tavern Keeper : Tavern Keeper : It's perfume .

Amnesiac : There is no " i " in " happyness " . . . Ritualist : There is if you fucking spell it right .

Dreamweaver is hugging Enchanter . Jinx : Hey ! It's my turn to hug them ! Jinx grabs Enchanter . Conjurer , knocking down the door : What do you mean , " yOuR tUrN " ? We agreed now is my time slot ! Dreamweaver : No , It's still my turn ! Enchanter , suffocating : Guys , I love you , but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly ! Jinx : But we need the moral support ! Dreamweaver : And you're small ! Which is cute ! Conjurer : If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning . Enchanter , close to tears : Well — I , I guess .

Investigator : Hey bud , I’ve got an idea for how to solve this . Veteran , pulling out a shotgun : Yeah ? Investigator : Wh — No ! That’s not the idea , pal !

Admirer is crying after a breakup . Tracker : There there , lovebird . Admirer , still crying : Thanks , but how did you get into my room ? Tracker : Great question —

Spy is telling a story . Admirer : Wow , darling , this story has everything ! Action ! Adventure ! Romance ! Retributionist : Romance ? Admirer : I have a crush on them .

Jester : God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem .

Trapper : You’re my best friend , I would do anything for you . Seer : I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule . Trapper : Absolutely not .

Trapper : Where is everyone ? Coroner : Seer had a nervous collapse , Admirer is looking after them , Trickster is trying to kill Vigilante , so I’m in charge . Trapper : Oh my god ! Coroner : I know , right ?

[ dividers by cafekitsune ! ]

[serene-gale]

Shrouded Journey Part 2: A Tale of Poachers

Previous

The hum of wildlife filled the air of Gridania as night fell upon it, the stars twinkling in the sky as fire lanterns washed the buildings of the city in a warm glow. Serene always liked visiting Gridania. It was always such a nice change of pace and scenery from the bustling and arid Ul’dah, however, as much as she wanted to relax a while and drink in the atmosphere, she had work to do.

‘Mother Miounne’, as she was typically called, was busy pouring drinks for the sizable collection of patrons that had gathered in her tavern, the Duskwight humming softly to herself as she finished up with orders, giving her some breathing room, or so she thought until she spotted a red-clad Roegadyn enter the establishment and jovially wave at her. The woman merely shook her head, chuckling, before picking up a Guild Book.

“Serene Gale, Momodi from the Ul’dahn Branch told me to expect you. You slated yourself for a quest in South Shroud, correct?”

“Heya! Yeah, I did, no details on what it was though, mind if you fill me in?”, Serene gave a quick greeting before getting down to business.

Miounne nodded before flipping through her book, taking a few seconds before coming to the quest in question, “Indeed. The quest in question is to deal with the Keeper of the Moon tribes and their illegal poaching. Apparently they are now calling themselves the Coeurlclaws, and have been practically ravaging the wildlife.”, Miounne explained. She took out a writ and started writing down the basic details of the quest, while Serene cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Huh...Albex always told me that for as long as he remembered the Keepers toed the line, but never outright performed illegal poaching for as long as he remembered...I’m assuming this must be a splinter group, I highly doubt the entire community decided to up and forgoe their aggrements with Gridania.”, Serene pondered to herself quietly, her words catching the Elezen’s attention as she handed the Roegadyn her writ.

“Oh, you know Sir Couldair? He did make Thanalan his home I guess after...”, Miounne gave pause, much to Serene’s confusion, “Well back to business. We can’t say for certain if it’s just a small splinter group or not, but considering the circumstances, I’d say your assessment hits the nail on the head. I’m impressed Miss Gale, I took you for one of those brawn before brain types, I’m happy to be wrong on this occassion.”, Miounne smiled, her backhanded compliment doing little to budge Serene smile as she laughed.

“Well my pops always said to train the noggin’ as well as your muscles. Or was it mum? Aaah, I think it was more a family saying, you know?”, Serene laughed jovially, causing Miounne to second guess her opinion on Serene’s intelligence. However before any more could be said, Serene asked another question.

“May I ask something? You know Albex through the Guild yes? Where is he now?”, the Roegadyn asked inquisitively.

“Oh? Albex Couldair? Well last I heard he was tracking a high priority target with a large posse of Guild Adventurers. For all I know they could be anywhere but the last bit of information I received told me that they made way for South Shroud.”, Miounne speculated, tapping her cheek lightly, before smiling.

“Who knows, maybe you will meet up with him. Why do you ask though?”, she asked, to which Serene smiled softly at her.

“Oh curiosity’s sake, it’s been a while since we last talked so I figured I’d ask around to see where he is. Anyways, thank you and goodbye for now, I shouldn’t be more than a few days with a request like this. Bye!”, Serene said, waving in an exaggerated manner as she walked out of the tavern, her words causing the Guild Receptionist some concern.

“A few days? But she was on her own and this quest is for two...”, Miounne expressed her worry before shaking her head, “I’ll just have to keep the quest posted in the likely event of failure.”, she muttered to herself before scribbling down notes in her book.

Serene wasted no time in pursuit of her quest, setting out for the Southern sector of the Black Shroud posthaste. Figuring using a hired Chocobo to be the best course of option, she coughed up enough gil for a trip to Quarrymill, one of the larger settlements in the South Shroud. The trip was relatively painless, a few errant monsters stood in the way though Serene deftly fended off such feeble threats with a few menacing looking swipes of her Bo-Staff. Eventually the Roegadyn found her way approaching the village’s borders, spotting the large circular wooden gate that was Quarrymill’s entrance. Hopping off the hire Chocobo, Serene led the bird to one of the public feeding pens and let it partake in some food before running back to it’s starting location. Having left around early to mid morning, the sun was cresting it’s peak and afternoon was setting in, Serene figuring that her time was best spent gathering information on these poachers and striking at them at midnight.

And so Serene got to work enquiring, going about the locals first and asking about recent events, before turning the to the Wood Wailers stationed to guard the village and asking them directly about poaching activity in recent days. Hours passed and slowly but surely Serene started to get a picture of the situation. From what she had gleamed from the village gossip, the Poaching group consisted of a good two dozen members at least, easily the size of a typical Keeper tribe, they were an offshoot of a larger tribe, unhappy with the laws regarding poaching and figuring it only logical to take what wasn’t being taken. She further learned that while the poachers certainly had numbers, most incidents involved with them had members display poor teamwork and a heavy reliance on the decisions of the clan matriarch.

And so it was that Serene’s plan came together. Despite the dangers that came with the Keeper’s exceptional vision, the Roegadyn decided to strike in the dead of the night, while the bulk of their forces were occupied with their poaching. Taking out the clan’s leader would throw the entire hierarchy into disarray, no one individual having the strength to lead the others, and making the sect fall apart.

And so as twilight settled on the treeline of the South Shroud, Serene made her way to the edge of the encampment and lay in wait, using a collection of thick brush off the side of the poacher’s camp for cover. Hours passed with no notable activity on the Keeper’s part, only the occassional patrol served to keep the Martial Artist alert and deathly quiet. Eventually, Serene heard a horn and the hunters of the tribe all began to pack up and leave camp for another night of poaching, this was it.

Waiting a good couple of minutes until all of them seemed to have departed, Serene moved. She had counted 12 heads leave, that meant there was at least 12 left, manageable. As she snuck towards the main encampment, Serene spotted a total of 4 Miqo’te men armed with crude, but efficiently made spears born of the bone of their hunts.

Serene attempted to make her advancement as quiet as possible, making movements that tried to mimic that of a small beast in the wilderness, however the snapping twigs and rustling leaves, while eluding most of the guard, caught the ears of one of the more veteran members of the tribe, who turned and spotted the large Roegadyn sneaking around.

“Oi you! Get that woman!”, the guardsman yelled out loud to his fellow guards and all of them immediately took chase after Serene.

“Shit...”, Serene cursed under her breath and began sprinting. She wouldn’t get another chance at this, if she fled now they would be ready for another sneak attack. The only thing that made sense for Serene was to charge in headfirst.

A pursuit broke out, Serene sprinting at top speed and leaving the guard in her dust, though they weren’t so easily deterred. Eventually, Serene broke through the brush into the clearing of the Miqo’te encampment, in the wake of about 5 to 6 non combatants and the tribe chieftain herself, who was sat upon a large stump which served as her throne. Serene skidded to a halt in the middle of the camp, surprising all around her until the guard finally caught up, a little winded from the chase. The Martial Artist had herself surrounded, much to the amusement of the Chieftess.

“Pffhaha, what’s this? A rat has been chased out of it’s hiding hole. Though by the sheer size of you i guess I should call you a Capybara?”, the Chieftess sneered, to which Serene smirked.

“Well at least your lackeys can see a ‘moving’ target, may need to train them better in the future though. Maybe then you wouldn’t get any pests...also their lack of cardiovascular endurance is worrying.”, Serene jested right back, causing the Chieftess to scowl a little.

“So what do you want here, you giant brute? You don’t seriously believe you’ll get out of this situation you blundered into with witty banter?”

Serene stood up straight and looked to the Keeper Chieftess dead in the eye, “Nah, I don’t have any intention on ‘getting out’ of this situation. No I’m here to put you in your place and knock the daylight out of you so hard your little posse won’t be answering to their precious leader anytime soon. Serene Gale of the Adventurer’s Guild. I’m here to put a stop to your illegal poaching racket.”, Serene pointed at the Chieftain confidently, whom merely smirked and chuckled in response, standing up and sizing up to the Roegadyn, grabbing a gnarled looking axe that sat beside her stump.

“Oh are you? I’d like to see you try that five on one. I’ve always wanted to acquire a giant’s hide, looks like tonight is my lucky night.”, the Chieftess raised her massive waraxe high in the air with one hand before resting it on her shoulder, the lancer guards surrounding Serene all readying their own weapons too. Serene looked around her, smiling to herself before drawing out her own weapon, extending her bo-staff’s length to max with a twist of it’s handle and winking at the Chieftess.

“You betcha.”

Next

[bellabooks]

Why Buffalo? Author Sheryl Wright on why she chose the city for “Don’t Let Go” and “Stay With Me”

By Sheryl Wright “Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight Come out tonight Come out tonight And dance by the light of the moon”                                                             John Hartford I often tell people I was born and raised on Toronto’s Urban Indian Reserve, Regent Park, but Regent wasn’t a reserve so much as the last stop for those on the edge of homelessness. For my parents, snagging an apartment signaled their first step to freedom and removed them from the toxic environment of my father’s parents’ home just across the street. Regent Park was Canada’s first planned community and intended to house veterans returning home from the Second World War. On paper it was a perfect mix of low-rise apartments, semi-detached homes, and green space; a city planner’s dream. We weren’t the only family members to take residence there. Most of my mother’s family found themselves in residence at one point or another. My Nan, my maternal grandmother, was among them. I had a special relationship with my Nan. As a toddler, my new sister arrived during a freak thunderstorm and brought several health challenges with her, so my Nan stepped in to help my overwhelmed mother. Suddenly I got to wear overalls and go to work with my dad. He drove a truck and everyone called me “Ken’s kid” or just “the kid.” And then I would spend the weekends with Nan. We were buddies and would talk and take adventures. She seemed so old and wise in my little eyes. She worked for Warner Brothers and scheduled every movie heading for a Theater in Ontario, and spent a lot of time in reflection. Life had not been easy for her and now older than she was then, I can understand the introspection and soul-searching we do in mid-life. To be honest, I loved the quiet times with her. We’d head to Kew Beach or Merina’s on the Danforth, and while she enjoyed her one beer, she would present drawing paper and pencils and I would be set free to imagine while she chatted with passersby or enjoyed her own company. And we didn’t stick to Toronto. Sometimes her work or her wondering spirit would take us to exotic locations like Buffalo or Tampa Bay. The first time my grandmother took me to Buffalo, we walked the core, visiting some of her wartime haunts, and she introduced me to my first chicken wings in the same restaurant that had made them famous. I coveted my secret adventures with my Nan. Whether we were hopping a bus to Buffalo or taking the train to Tampa, there was always so much to discover. Back then, I had no idea why she always preferred me as her traveling companion or even why she so often would up and run. Years later, uncomfortably strapped into the Jump Seat on an overfull flight to Hong Kong, I recognized the need. I was running from a broken heart and so was she. As much as I would wish her heart had healed, I’m thankful for those escapes. I saw places I would never have bothered with and had the luxury to investigate all the things my parents couldn’t tolerate. Back then it was my dream to become and Architect, or an Astronaut, or anything that sounded like an adventure. Nan encouraged me. So while she enjoyed a cig and beer, I got to look, draw, and crawl all over cool stuff. Buffalo became and remains one of my favorite places, especially the restored downtown core. My first visit was in the late sixties, yes I’m that old. At that time, Toronto was in the midst of dissolving their overzealous Victorian laws governing everything relating to good social society. Suddenly taverns could remove the bricked-up windows that protected the innocent from accidentally viewing any debauchery. Now restaurants could serve beer and wine Sundays, and believe it or not, men and women could now enter a bar using the same entrance, or even better, a woman could now legally enter a bar without risking an automatic charge of soliciting. With the city’s legal modernization, building codes changed too. Suddenly Toronto’s architectural heritage, a mix of Georgian, Victorian, and French Mansard low rises, disappear overnight. With so few examples left for me to explore, Buffalo became my bonanza. When I sat down to write Don’t Let Go I knew it was set in Buffalo. The story of the DeNamico and Phipps families plays out over three locations in the Greater Buffalo Area. The Art Deco styled DeNamico Building is a fictional creation but takes its shape and influence from 123 Pearl Street. I fell in love with this building the first time I saw it. Back then she had been crammed onto the side of the much large Macy’s department store, and had been designed to use every inch of usable land. Like the Flatiron in New York and her baby sister in Toronto, 123 Pearl features a bow end but unlike those others, instead of forming a wedge shape, imagine a rectangle with a triangle glued to one end. Unique, and with Macy’s long torn down, she stands alone with her bow facing Lake Erie and her shoulders to an ever-changing world. Like Toronto, Buffalo has changed over the years but the welcoming spirit of Buffalonians has not. Today, Buffalo is entering its renaissance with its architectural heritage intact. Kudos to you Buffalo and well deserved. I hope I’ve done the old girls proud; meaning my Nan and the good city of Buffalo. Now that Don’t Let Go is a series, I hope you enjoy the ongoing adventure with the DiNamico-Phipps clan in, Stay With Me. Sheryl Wright is an aboriginal Faith Keeper in the Longhouse tradition, and author of several non-fiction books. A native of Toronto, she studied aviation at the American Flyers Academy in Florida, also completing an Electrical Engineering degree at Gordon University. Her flight experience includes Canadian Airlines, Ontario Express, Bearskin Airlines, and Her Majesty’s Canadian Armed Forces, in which she served as both a member and an officer. Today she lives in Whitby, Ontario with her partner, their rescued Rottweiler, and a six-toed cat. http://dlvr.it/NjYX8p

[keisonism]

yeaas. late night sketches from tomorrow characters ordered by the tags