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RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Oscare - 07-02-2014
Oscare awakes to the sun rays caressing his face in the morning. The Hourglass has provided him a bed to sleep for the night, not the usual treatment he'd get. He just happened to have a few extra gil to spend that day, thankfully. Opening the windows to let in the full extent of the sun to embrace the room, a knock in the room is head.Â
"Come in!"Â
"Oscare Iono?!" A Maelstrom-uniformed member barges into the door immediately after being granted response. He was carrying a letter in one hand while performing the Storm-salute with the other free hand.
"The hell were you thinking coming to Ul'dah like that?!" Oscare, still shirtless from just waking up, erupts in half-anger and half-embarrassment. He backs up to the window to take up the sun and warm up his back, the officer scrambling.Â
"I didn't mean to, Ser! But I have an important letter that just arrived into the office for you!" The midlander member blushes and quickly tosses the letter to Oscare and runs back out the door, slamming the door behind him. Taking a quick reprieve, Oscare takes a deep breath before opening up the contents of the letter and giving them a quick once-over.
"Who knows? Perhaps the Brass Blades will just lock me up.
Yours,Â
Kage"
"So that's what happened." Oscare chuckles, stashing the letter to the stool next to his bed and looking out the window. "Prime subject; Natalie McBeef. If this is the game you want to play, 'Brass Blades', then this is the game I'll play. Just a little warning -- I never lose."
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Jancis - 07-02-2014
Jancis sat in the air deck of Ul'dah, occupying one the tables available by the air ships, in the early morning predawn.
It did not feel like the most suitable place to offer prayers for Cici who had left over a day ago, now up in Coerthas without her. Still she did anyway, for the rivers to flow and bring knowledge at hand when truly needed. For their trek to not be fruitless. And for themselves to return safely, even if all else failed.
The conversation still echo'ed in Jancis' mind; ultimately the lady knight was convincing enough to make her stay behind, the lapis on her hand being the main reason, instead of going north to help Sir Castille.
At the same time she awaited word from Oscare and what, if anything, he had found out. The idea of an enemy knowing more about the inner workings was a new concept. Either way, to be of help to anyone she had to be prepared.
The deck creaked as the air ship finally docked and Jancis gathered her simple parcels. She'd make for Gridania and stay there. The Shroud would be a more ideal place to wait for word from anyone.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Warren Castille - 07-03-2014
Kabaraja Jabaraja stood on top of a chair, flummoxed. Nobody realized exactly how much work went into maintaining the polish and shine of the Quicksand and some joker was intentionally trying to make the job harder. For the fourth time this sevenday, Kabaraja was working diligently to erase the four letters joined inside of a crudely drawn heart from one of the center pillars of the bar.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Lady Rivienne - 07-04-2014
The wooden door, behind her steps, creaks in supplication until it finally latches shut. Here, where candlelight dances across the room, and splashes shadows upon the walls, Rivienne shields herself from the world beyond this rented space. Golden tresses brush along her flushed cheeks; anger had finally reached her countenance and caused her flesh to heat to a new degree. Her facade finally falters, now that she is met with privacy.
In both arms, pressed against the cerulean fabric of her bliaud, was the leather-worn journal, which had seen better days, and the bundle of parchments given to her by Obsidian Hornet. The news they bear has stricken her of joy and left a swelling of pain at the pit of her stomach. To know that her mother had involved herself in such acts, such atrocities, would not sit well with anyone.
Silent footfalls carried her across the room to the well made bed that awaited her return. Upon the sheets, she placed the bundle and unfurled it once more to look at the documentation Hornet has left her with. She was thorough in her research and appeared to have translated the entire journal for her. Yet questions still lingered as to why she choice to stray away from learning and mastering the aetheric flow to obsessing over the void?
She was mild-mannered, with a voice of a bird, eyes filled of tenderness and a touch to match such. Rivienne could not imagine her conducting vile experiments, perverting their family name in such a fashion. Memories were now tainted and twisted by this new-found information. Rivienne knows that this could not be the end of her tale, for this journal ends abruptly, according to the notes taken by her friend, Hornet. There is much more left untold.
Seems she will have to uncover it herself.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Jancis - 07-04-2014
Jancis walked into the Maelstrom's main office, a place she was getting use to entering on a regular basis. At the counter was a familiar face, another Private who was busy with paperwork. The notion of paperwork still amazed Jancis, but at this time it would work out in her favor.
"Good day." she greeted. "Oh aye, 'ood day indeed. Word has come back on that operation ' tha Shroud. Well done. Something of a reward been set." the Private spoke, bringing up papers from behind the counter. Always with papers.
"Yes. That gil is to go to Sir Iono's coffers. Can you arrange for that?" Jancis asked politely.
"Aye, I can. Reward's a reward." the woman muttered a bit having to redo some of the work on the document she started filling out. "It'd be done by the morn."
"Thank you so much." Jancis bowed her head, which only got a quick retort, "Ye don't bow to me."
Leaving the office, Jancis returned to the Mizzenmast. A few days to recover, but at the same time she had to find Oscare as he requested. She'd only stay long enough to grab her basic supplies before setting out once more.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Whittledown - 07-05-2014
Hornet was stirred out of her sleep by a gentle buzzing in her pocket. Her eyes blinked open to a view of an endless expanse of stars. It took a moment to remember where she was and as she sat up and dug into her pocket the situation became clear. The small camp tucked away near the waterfall. Roen. Hornet looked over to where the poor girl slept. The dreamless sleep tonic that Anais had given her was working a treat and it did her heart good to see that Roen's face was placid and relaxed in sleep.
Her fingers found the pearl that woke her and she pulled it out. It was black. She frowned slightly and looked at Roen again to confirm she was asleep. She tucked it into her ear and spoke in a hushed voice. "Aye, what is it?"
"We have an opportunity for you. Three targets. Urgent priority."
"Wet work?" Asked Hornet.
"Aye. Command is offering 12,000 gil per head upon confirmation."
Hornet chewed her lip. "Now?"
"Aye, immediate departure."
Frowning, Hornet looked back to Roen and sighed. "Negative. Find someone else."
Hornet didn't wait for a response before pulling the pearl from her ear. She tucked it into her pocket with the others and settled back down to sleep. The bedroll she was using was Gharen's, but he was off gathering supplies. It smelled of him and was a comfort as she curled in and tried to go back to sleep.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Ciel - 07-05-2014
Ciel sat up and scrubbed tiredly at her eyes. As comforting as her companion's presence was, the current of her thoughts kept her from sinking too far into the depths of sleep. Hesitant to move too far, she smiled down at the Duskwight still sound asleep next to her and softly brushed a few stray locks of dark hair away from his face with her fingertips. She had work to do, and if not for him, she might never have sought rest to begin with.
The songstress chewed on that thought for a moment, realizing where that left her. She had often found herself worrying over others who went days on end with little or no proper rest, and warning them against exhaustion. Warren, among them, always looked ready to keel over were it not for his usual pillar propping him up. But then it was her own turn to wear herself down to bare threads, and she found her own advice to be something of a novelty.
Careful not to disturb her love, Ciel crawled to the end of the bed and drew her soft, silken robe across her shoulders. The thought of brewing a pot of tea to help pass the wee morning bells crossed her mind, but she had no desire to risk waking anyone else in the Hall. She would do without.
Bare feet carried her a few fulms across the room to her desk, where she sank into the chair and peered blearily at the hand-scrawled notes haphazardly piled there. She had two problems yet to resolve, the first being the missing artifact. On the eve of one of her performances, Stillglade Fane had recalled her to track down and return some sort of orb, and she had spent the next seven suns tracking a thief who no one seems to have seen. This made it all the more difficult, but all signs pointed back to Ul'dah, and then the trail went completely cold.
Ciel shuffled a couple of the papers aside, frowning at her inability to pick up the thief's trail. The Fane saw fit to be a royal pain in the songstress' arse so long as she maintained a debt to them, and taking on this investigation was meant only to buy her more time in solving her other problem in finding the Berunda's remains. And that precious time would only be bought if she could find the thief and return the Conjurer's Orb to Stillglade Fane.
'How much longer can I remain in Ul'dah and simply hope these things come to me instead?' she wondered. Patient, she may be, but idleness was beginning to grate on her nerves.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Unnamed Mercenary - 07-07-2014
((Since we're gonna have maintenance before 2.3, I thought it'd be fun to have an out of timeline, but fun IC event for some character building/socializing. My idea is that things that happen would still affect our characters, but their existing plots may or may not need to intersect with it. AKA a "mental health day" for some))
((Just look for the Onsen Omake thread))
It had been a few days since he'd had any real rest. Each night was either full of dreams from a past that was not his, or perhaps one that was that he no longer remembered. Trying to sort out the life of the Ishgardian Duskwight Elezen, Frhanz'ir Kirche, was mentally straining, and it was taking its toll. As Franz nil Renatus (or just Franz or Merc for short) walked through the Ul'dahn markets, an extremely peppy lalafellin merchant called out.
"Come one, come all! Take a chance at our gamble to win ~fabulous~ prizes! Everyone's a winner, but a lucky few can win more! Only 100 gil a try!"
He had plenty of money now, why not give it a chance? He walked over to the merchant to test his luck.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Kage - 07-07-2014
As the Miqote traveled through one of the Ul'dahn city-state gates, he gave a short nod, one that showed his appreciation and respect for those who stood at guard. Having lived a short life as one, he knew that many of the Blades were not -all- corrupt but just living with the orders given. After all, it was the state of life in Ul'dah. The city of wealth and might. Gil and politics.
With a heavy sigh, Kage climbed off his Chocobo, nearly tripping as in his exhaustion he had forgotten that he was taller now. He adjusted the black beret he wore, not even changing into the Brass Blades uniform. He would return it when he made his talk to the Captain.
Kage closed his eyes for a brief moment, seeing Roen had been an explosion of emotions. Unable to contain himself, he released a sniffle as he wiped tears from his eyes as he remembered it. Saying goodbye. He cleared his throat as he brought a finger to his ear. It was time.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Coatleque - 07-07-2014
Coatleque sat quietly in her office smiling to herself. Things were all falling into place quite nicely at this point. As long as nobody did anything stupid, her plan would move forward smoothly and everyone should be 'home by dinner' as it were. Sitting at the corner of her desk was a thick envelope. It's contents being the cause of all this trouble to begin with. In the wrong hands, damning evidence. In the right hands, their potential salvation. She eyed the envelope warily as if it was some great evil about to spring forth to strike her.
Taking up her quill and a fresh parchment she penned a letter.
Quote:
Blade Captain Anden Anduron,
It has come to our attention that one of your members, which you believe to be a deserter, may be involved in matters pertaining to the security of Thanalan and her borders. Under the authority of Her Grace, I shall be assuming responsibility for her capture and interrogation. We must needs meet to discuss this situation as soon as you are available.
Sincerely,
Lady Coatleque Crofte, Sgt.
Once finished, she sealed the letter with the emblem of the Sultansworn, and delivered it to the Palace moogle. From there she made her way to the royal armorer. She was missing two particular emblems from her own armor, mysteriously, and this was now in need of repair...
Continued here...
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Melodia - 07-07-2014
The woods were darkening as the sun began to set and the creatures living within were chattering as they always did. Fallgourd Float was bustling and Nonotano was sitting outside of the merchant shop near the gate watching people come and go. He wore his cowl, keeping his face hidden and the evening sky helped with this task. His index finger tapped lightly on his thigh and he clacked his teeth together softly inside his mouth as he watched.
He was a predator waiting for prey.
He scanned the passerby as they walked and most he disregarded as either too much for him to handle alone or not an effective target. He needed two....one to die and one to live. He needed -
There they were. A young woman and a man....probably a couple by the looks they were exchanging. If they wore armor it was light and small, and he saw no large swords or axes. He saw a small branch, evidence of a healer and the man wore nothing, perhaps concealing a dagger somewhere on his person. They were walking out of the gates and as they exited, he felt with his hand to ensure his dagger was still present.
Rising from his seat he followed at a distance , listening to their quiet talk, his limp he worked to keep as quiet as possible. As he gained some distance from the gate and didn't want to lose them he angled off to the trees and thenfall to his backside, crying out just loud enough for nearby people to hear. "Help! Help, someone, please! I'm hurt badly."
He could hear them approaching, and when he saw them in range he held his hand up as one might in need and then smiled, casting the sleep spell.
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The young man was waking up, and his blurred vision allowed him to see the small figure in the cowl with a stabbing motion. He was in pain but unsure why and as his focus was regained. And he saw. The little person in the cowl was stabbing his the woman, his spouse, newly married and she was still. He began to try and scream, a gurgled noise coming from his throat.
Gods did he hurt.
He couldn't move much and saw the cowled figure turn in his direction and then move to him, blad raised to his throat.
"You're hurt. Stabbed I'm afraid. And your woman is dead. You will live...but you're to deliver a message to the Adders at the Float. an important one. This was courtesy of the Sultansworn in Ul'dah. Tell the Adders, 'the Sultana makes her move on the Shroud soon.' Deliver it!"
He walked away from the man, smiling. After discarding and destroying the blood-stained cowl he went back to the Float, informing one of the adders he thought someone might be injured outside in the woods. As he saw a couple fo the Adders move out in the injured man's direction, Nonotano got on his Chocobo and casually left the area and headed toward Coerthas. Outside the gate he kicked the chocobo onward, riding faster and only allowing himself a grin as he entered the snowy lands.
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Kage - 07-07-2014
Kage took the beret off, placing it with his armor in his home. He had retrieved his shield that he had thrown, blinded by smoke. He washed his hands, thoroughly after he had had to peel Stank Balls Mcbeef of his armor. The man seriously reeked and the blood... well. Kage hoped he would not be given the crotch-rot. Â A deep cleaning, filled with lots of scrubbing would do the trick.
He rubbed his face with a sigh. He had no clue of what would happen next. Captain Anden Anduron would not have him executed. Disciplined... much more severely than Roen ever had been... A scowl took over his face remembering Stank Balls Mcbeef's wig. Â
But it had not been. As soon as the Captain with Balls Mcbeef the suspicious hooded man had tried to get his attention before trying to assassinate him. Stank Balls Mcbeef took the bag and the knives that the assassin had tried to use to kill the Captain and Kage had tried to surround him... The assassin had gotten away while Natalie did the trauma care for Balls Mcbeef.
"What will happen now...? The Captain said I'd work with the Immortal Flames on the Garlean threat... he doesn't even want me on the force... but he's granted me this... this stay of execution in all intents and purposes by not accepting my resignation... But a man must be punished. I will pay for my sins. I was going to... except for that man.... who and why?"
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Lady Rivienne - 07-08-2014
She hasn't been acclimatized to the weather in this region. The land of ever-winter was as frigid as she remembered and a night under the white blanket of snow was not a comforting thought. Private quarters were granted to her, much to the chagrin of a few knights that stood about when Lord Haurchefant announced such upon her arrival. Despite their utter annoyance that this outsider was given such lavish accommodations, suited better for a member of the higher houses within Coerthas, Rivienne took the offer but assured him that her stay would not be a long one. Avenger had been given shelter within the stables and she offered the stable-hand sufficient gil to keep him warm with a fire core orb gifted to her by one Reinette Sompt.
Two moons have passed since the fall of her brother, second one to meet their fate here in this frozen wasteland. She has mourned and believed her heart to have healed, yet the pain strikes it the most inconvenient of times. Thankfully, none of those were close to her would be a witness to the sudden sorrow that touched her gaze whilst the guardsmen played the part of guides and lead her near the settlement --where her dear Louix once resided.
They did not step to the door itself, allowing her to venture through to the vestibule without a word exchanged betwixt them. There came a creak and the onslaught of wind swept the chill throughout this small threshold. It howled and whistled even as she managed to close the door behind her shut. However, there was a slightly different sound that resonates in this dwelling; Rivienne hears the quiet footfalls of another. Past the first room, candle light erratically splashes across the walls, breathing life to the shadows cast upon the wooden slabs that made up the floor.
There came the perfume of flowers, an enchanting aroma that helps her forget the bitterness of the cold and reminds her of Twelveswood, the gardens, the one she tended to many cycles ago. Before submitting to memory, she snaps away from her moment of nostalgia, and announces her presence.
"I was told this was not going to be occupied," her voice trails into the air and it was obvious that the other person hardly appeared stirred by it. There was a light giggle; the person within was feminine. Again, she heard the foot steps, but this time, they were approaching from the room at the end of the narrow hall, which was dark until this lithe figure makes her appearance with a candle in her grasp.
Hair of gold was spun into a braid and fell past her slender shoulders, which are covered by a neatly pressed collar and gave way to a dress befitting of a domestic servant. Her eyes, rivaling the color of the sea, sparkled with intrigue at the vision of Rivienne, who had been bundled from head to toe in a coat and hood, which did well in keeping her ears protected from the nip of frost.
"I am Anabelle, m'lady," her hands folded themselves neatly before the skirt of her dress and a low bow of the head was given to the Elezen's direction, who inspected this Hyur in silence and a scrutinizing gaze. The woman spoke with a proper accent fitting an Ishgardian. Rivienne had not asked for any help; she wished to be alone this day.
When this Anabelle straightened her form, Rivienne had quickly moved upon her and now stood but a few ilms distance. Golden depths peered into those shimmering blue eyes, which held no indication of fear. But, the way the woman swallowed, hinted that there was something clearly bothering her.
"Anabelle, I need not the services of a maid; you may take your leave and thank Lord Haurchefant on my behalf, for I wish not to offend him so." That is when she broke eye-contact and side stepped away, leaving Anabelle behind her, as she waltzes into the chambers from whence this woman came. Within, the smell of incense penetrates her senses and candles sit high on candelabras. Paintings on the wall ahead depict Coerthas has it once was, before Calamity struck. Curtains of rich velvet obscure the view of the world beyond its' glass windows.
"It was not Lord Haurchefant that sent me here. Ser Carvallain, of House Arbeau, he is a patron of House Fortemps. He provides them with the knights, and funds, to this ongoing war," she followed Rivienne as she walked past her, now talking to her back. Her voice remained light and friendly; her eyes wide and full of the dancing flame's glow. "He only wished to have all your needs met, extending courtesy that has already been shown to you--" Her words are soon cut short.
Like a whirlwind, the sudden breeze of Rivienne's immediate pivot of her heel caused the flame to be snuffed out completely. This forced a gasp from the Midlander's lips, which trembled slightly when washed by the feeling of warmth coming from the Elezen's breath upon her cheek. Her voice was a knife in the dark; it is sharp, and penetrating her earshot, in a deadly tone.
"Now, tell me there real reason why you are here, before I pull your tongue through your throat."
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - Coatleque - 07-09-2014
***
Coatleque found herself gliding across the sands of Thanalan once more. In the distance, the city-line of Ul'dah stood out against the horizon.
As she passed by the city, she brought with her a single rose. Throngs of people began to flank her on either side. Pointing fingers, throwing accusations against the rose. Occasionally someone would burst forth and attempt to pluck a petal from the flower. She turned each way, trying in vain to keep it out of their reach - even going so far as to place herself between it and them, taking their ire upon herself. Despite her best efforts, neither of them passed through unscathed.
As the city faded into the distance it began to snow. The rose, now wilted with most of its petals gone lept from her hands and glowed brightly. She held her hands up to peer at it through her fingers despite the blinding light. As it faded away there was a figure left in it's place. A familiar figure in shimmering white, laying in the snow. She called to him in a silent scream, pleading with him to "Get up!". But he was out of her reach.
As she cried out, dark figures rose from the ground on all sides. They pressed in against her with grasping hands aiming to bind her. She struggled, kicked, tried to resist. The more she tried, the harder they pulled. She saw herself being pulled away from the figure and city both in yet another direction. Her pleas of "Get Up" turned to cries of "Help me!", though the one in white was unable to come to her aid.
She found herself laying backwards, held down by the dark figures as they bound her arms and legs. Before her rose a final image. A colossal warrior made of Obsidian. The warrior drew an axe and glared at her with mixed emotions. Anger, vengeance, sorrow. The axe flashed as it descended towards her.
***
Coatleque sat up screaming "NO!"...
She looked around her room in a cold sweat, taking a moment to realize she was in fact still alive. It was another dream. She turned and let her feet dangle off the side of the bed, cradling her head in her hands. She would have no further sleep this night...
RE: Balmung Bulletin Board - C'kayah Polaali - 07-09-2014
He remembered first seeing her, a bright but shy girl-child with soft pink hair in the house of her father. C'kayah had brought him an unusual delivery, explosives that many considered too unstable to carry, and the Hyur had invited him to stay for dinner. He'd adopted the Miqo'te, taken her in when he found her starving. It was an all-too-common story in the weeks following the Calamity.
He remembered her shining pale eyes when he gave her a clockwork chocobo. She'd thrown herself in his arms and he felt she might never let him go.
He remembered her reading the books of poetry, of politics, little volumes of history and intrigues he would bring her when he came. She'd become the bright point in his trips to Thanalan, and he made it a point to always bring her a little gift. She was a delight, and he loved her like a doting uncle.
He remembered seeing her graceful form as she danced, as she walked, as she sat. He didn't know when his love for her changed from the chaste love of a relation to a more carnal desire, but he took pains to hide it away. She was the daughter of a friend, and not even seventeen.
He remembered the looks they would give each other over dinner. Looks that promised something they both knew could never happen.
He remembered meeting her later. She was an adult then, and her too-bright eyes seemed to pierce him. They admitted what they never had, but he was mated to another and could not act on his feelings for her. He remembered painful months. Remembered her pain, and his own, each time causing them to flee each other before inevitably drawing them back to one another.
He remembered the look of betrayal in her pale eyes when left her. It didn't matter to her the reason. Didn't matter that someone he cared about was in trouble and needed his help. Didn't matter that he would have done the same thing for her. All that mattered to her was that he was leaving. She had grown into a woman, yet was still a child in so many ways. This could not go on. He could never change how he felt about her, no more than she could about him. But he would not be the cause of her harm anymore.
The link pearl cracked as he brought his boot down on it, then split into two uneven halves. He picked them up and held them in his hand, before tossing them into the stream. A brief pain shot through his heart as he did so, then he felt a weight lift from his soul. This terrible love which had nearly claimed both their lives would not do so any longer. He walked away, his step light, whistling tunenessly to himself.