A Realm Reborn

[levelthreehooligan]

Far From Home

A rickety carriage ride, a pair of snow white siblings and a Moogle. Without knowing it, you all started the same way. This is the beginning of your story, all of you,during your first trip to the City State that would change your lives.

Whether it be under the lush canopies of the Shroud, through the busy thoroughfares of  Ul'Dah or amongst the whispering sea winds of Limsa Lominsa, each one welcomes you, feels like home.

With only the weapon you scampered away with, the clothes on your backs, and an inexplicable feeling of purpose - You have arrived. 

 

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DISASTER COCONUT - This is probably good for a group thread!

[levelthreehooligan]

There's a rabble going on by the Limsan Docks. This is nothing strange in and of itself, but it's not a fight this time... or at least, there isn't the tell-tale sound of knives being drawn and people shouting.

There's a ring of dock workers, pirates and fishermen all surrounding a small table that sits in the centre of the platform just outside the Fisherman's guild.

There's a rhythm to the crowd. Cheering and jeering turns into tense whispering and silence, and then they erupt again as a move is made or a hand is turned over.

Welcome lads, to the the Conada's Traveling Betting house of fun, featuring the Piñara Conada herself.

It had started off easily enough. There were a group of layabouts playing poker (badly) and whilst Q'uila had gone off to find... something (Connor, in a basket, somewhere) she had been told to 'stay put'.

Staying put was something she hated with the fiery passions of two thousand calamities, and so, she moved only slighty to the left and joined in.

"Now, How about we make this interesting?" She'd said, interrupting the Layabout's games. "You versus me. House rules. Highest hand wins, loser has to take a dare." She grinned.

Turns out, Pirates have a lot of strong spirits to forfeit, and she rarely ever loses. As the game went on, the crowd got bigger; it was a slow day in the city. The bets got wilder and the games more intense, and Pinya sits at the top of the scoreboard.

"GET FUCKED YOU SALTY BALD MAN!" She exclaims, none too elegantly at the gent who just lost this round, after claiming she'd been using a rigged deck. The one that he offered to use was almost certainly rigged, but she'd won anyway.

She's laughing maniacally. Oh dear.

Disaster Basket

[talkingtrashtank]

"-so after making those arrangements, Q'uila and I started taking jaunts around the Twelveswood together." A small man in white and red robes explains, walking abreast (or rather, aknee) with the Miqo'te actually doing the leading through the tethered docks and islands that make up Limsa Lominsa's lower decks. As they walk, he's describing his companions. "I'm sure she's being responsible and taking care of Gridania's business, so we'll probably move on from the city in no more than two or three-"

And then they reach... the aftcastle...

"-three... three fucks." What the fuck is this, and why does he know exactly who is responsi- IT IS, IT IS HER FAULT AND HE KNEW IT HE SHOULD'VE KNOWN.

"...Nevermind my companions, maybe we should go and not be here with this crowd?" Not that he has the money to buy Felih lunch or thank him for his help, but this is worse than that.

[dragoonrouge]

Q'uila had certainly been responsible and done her duty as Gridania's envoy...a good bell and half ago. And she certainly wasn't going to admit to anyone that she had only noticed that Connor's thrice damned basket was missing as she was leaving her meeting. It was with that in mind that she been on her way to docks in search of it when she'd encountered Pinya's gambling ring.

A gambling ring that she had no intention of stopping and was in fact watching the proceedings with the glee of a true Lominsan native as the pirates were bled dry of both money and booze by her mercurial Lala friend. The location of the crowd had even drawn the Rogue's Guild out from their usual hidey-hole, giving Q'uila the opportunity to relax and have some drinks with her childhood friends as Pinya's chaos unfurls.

Q'uila feels a nudge in her mind, and she turns her head towards one of the dock ramps just before Connor comes into hearing, accompanied by Felih?!

"Connor!" She stands up on the crate she was perched on, Jacke rolling his eyes and supporting her when she sways slightly. "Over here!"

arrives three weeks late with starbucks

[seasoflight]

"What in the seven hells," Felih says as they approach the area, tilting his head, ears perking up and twitching to try and pick up all the sounds. They swivel back and forth, trying to get a sense of what's going on, but then all of it clicks.

"Wait," he says, "You-" he looks at Connor, "-know her-" he looks at Q'uila, "and both of your probably know what she-" he says, pointing at Pinya, "-is doing. Twelve. I hadn't realized the Gridanian envoy you'd been accompanying was Q'uila- I ran into her earlier in the day," Felih comments to Connor, before waving to Q'uila and trotting over.

Except, however, this time Q'uila is drinking, the Lalafellin woman is running a rowdy gambling stand, and Connor looks like he'd rather be anywhere else than here.

As a Maelstrom officer, he should be trying to break this up- gambling definitely shouldn't be conducted out on the very streets and docks of the city, especially if they're causing this much chaos. But, as a general mischief-maker, he kind of wants to see where this goes. His eyes flick to Jacke briefly as he chirps a flirty little greeting at the man- before he leans on the crate Q'uila's standing on.

"Q'uila, you may wish to sit? You seem unbalanced." And then he looks to Connor again- "And you... well. Mayhaps you want to hide back in your basket?" he teases, grinning and wiggling his tail.