A Realm Reborn
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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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Date: 2018-04-27 08:34 pm (UTC)"I'm sorry but these have already been paid for in advance by the Guild, I would like to help, especially with such a generous trade but it would do my reputation here no good if I handed them over."
She shifts from foot to foot, ears twitching, she could really use that healing though...
"If...you really need the skins...I could have the amount you need by this time tomorrow. If you're willing to wait a bit that is."
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Date: 2018-04-27 11:54 pm (UTC)“Alright.” Nooooo, “that sounds fair.” It’s fair but it sucks. “If you could deliver them to the Stillglade- wait, no.” He can see how many skins she has, and it’s good for his needs but- heavy. So, so heavy. “Deliver then here tomorrow afternoon. My name is Connor, of the Conjurer’s guild, but if all goes well I should be adding Atelier Fen-Yll to that soon enough.”
And then he can make some money. Not a lot, he doesn’t need a lot. Just. Some. Enough. He needs enough.
He’s so sick of bread, water, and berries.
But Connor, bread and water are dope
Date: 2018-04-28 02:14 am (UTC)---
The next day was much like the day previous, she came back to Gridania on chocobo, a sash full of animal skins slung about her person. There was one difference in the and that was that she was limping rather badly and now had a bleeding gash across her face.
Grumbling to herself as she gingerly makes her way to Leatherworking Guild, it was a bloody good job she was getting some free healing out of this, sodding Trents.
Is this... a Feel?
Date: 2018-04-28 05:58 pm (UTC)So he's ready for some hard work today and a change of pace when, by the bridge leading to the Leatherworker's guild, he sees the same peony-pink Mi'wote woman- limping? Oh, that knocks some of the smugness right out of him.
Should have offered to go with her.
"Miss Sunrise!" Be cool, Connor, be cool. People get hurt and that's just how things are, even if they only got hurt because they were doing something you asked of them and weren't even offering gil for. Because you don't have any gil. Because you took up residence with people who have no use for money. You fool. "I- uh, see you've had a productive morning!" What? " And wounds." Idiot. "You're bleeding- your head is bleeding. Perhaps come this way and sit down?" He means towards one of the benches resting in the shade of the city trees.
While she does that, he has to get his gear sorted: an awl and hammer are useless right now, he needs his cane which is wrapped up in his bag along with his robe and his gloves and he's a dumb little boy and a bad healer for sending a hunter off into the woods alone.
"Did something happen in the forest? Perhaps I should go with you next time." But first he needs to fix this.
Congrats Connor, you just experienced an Emotion
Date: 2018-04-28 11:09 pm (UTC)"It was business as usual, I'd just grabbed the last skin when a group of Ixali decide to come traipsing through the area heading to Lifemend Stump. I went to hide but the tree I'd decided to hide behind turned out to be a trent."
She shrugs the sash holding the skins off of herself and onto the seat next to her. The Miqo'te wasn't particularly bothered by the injuries, she'd had worse from training, she was more annoyed at being caught off-guard by a tree.
" I'll admit, I didn't expect to be making use of your services so soon, but I'm certainly grateful, I'll need to head to Wood Wailers and let them know what happened."
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Date: 2018-04-30 07:03 am (UTC)"I shouldn't have to say as much to a hunter affiliated with the Lancer's guild, but I hope your hunting grounds aren't too close to the North Shroud." Fallgourd Float was arguably too far from Gridania to be safe. It was ugly terrain and the forest had a bad... everything, to it. "And you didn't see anyone else out in that area, did you? No one would could get hurt if they cross paths with the beastmen?" Because that- oh, he hopes it doesn't come to that.
"Please, tell me everything you remember seeing." And as he urges her, Connor climbs up on the bench and, with a brief pause to make sure she's willing to accept his help, gently touches his fingers to the front and back of her head. The Aether he calls upon is warm and soothing, like a balming liquid that parts her hair and dips around her sensitive Mi'qote ears. It's just a grazed head wound, he can see that now, but it could have easily been much worse. Her eyes, her skull, her ears, any part of her could have been badly maimed by the angry treant.
"After this, I'll walk with you to the Wood Wailers. I don't know if they'll do anything without proof of where you saw them, but two voices are better than one." And besides, he said he'd offer his services to her for the hunting goods that put her in this mess. He might as well start now, at least as soon as he's done with her leg.
How stupid of him, thinking he could requisition things from the forest without consequences.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ordered you off into the woods by yourself. I wasn't even offering you gil."
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Date: 2018-04-30 03:54 pm (UTC)Q'uila isn't going to say anything about her hunting grounds because they are absolutely near Fallguard Float and that she was absolutely assigned that area on purpose. "Lucking I didn't see or hear anyone, and I told the Wood Wailers when I grabbed my Chocobo so at least some of them know."
She sighs as Connor's magic works its, well, magic, ears flicking in response to the sensation. "That would be most helpful...A lot of them still don't take me seriously." Damn Gridanians, just because she was a Sunseeker Hunter didn't mean she was going to anger the forest Spirits. She wasn't stupid.
Omg omg omg- wait.
Date: 2018-05-01 07:31 pm (UTC)“Having them this close to the city though,” he emphasizes, still deeply troubled. “I know there are frequent reports of them near Hyrstmill, but the wailers patrol so often that way that they shouldn’t be bold enough to attack anyone. Where were you exactly?”
Because Treants. Treants are reasonably common in the shroud but putting Ixal so close to the Hawthorne hut would be a huge security scare that close to the Garleans. But she wouldn’t have been out near Quarrymill, was she? What animals was she hunting because that would help him-?
“Q’uila,” He checks, and these kills are fresh. The skins are clean but the fur is still there, the pelts, the marks. Wolf skins? Wild dogs. Wild- wait, didn’t the Ixal keep dogs? Where was a place where the best thing to hunt for skins were ixali war dogs, nearby to Treants? ”Q’uila.”
He folds his arms, and even if he has to look up at her, the sass is real.
“Were you in the North Shroud logging grounds, Q’uila?” One of the... most dangerous parts of the Shroud? “Were you in the North Shroud alone, Q’uila?”
:3c
Date: 2018-05-03 09:14 pm (UTC)She watches Connor puzzling through out of the corner of her eye, resolutely stuffing her face when her asked her about the logging stands, tail bristling slightly. She was good at hunting, some would even say excellent at it. She knew what she was doing and it ranked to have someone questioning her skills. Again.
"I wasn't in the logging grounds. One of my assigned areas lies just outside it..."
Somebody (not) a liar~!
Date: 2018-05-04 04:55 am (UTC)But confronting and scolding her about it anymore than he already has won't solve anything. It might make him feel better, but then he'll lose out on this potential contact. Bad as he is at business, this is a mistake he won't make.
"If that's your area then that's your area," he allows, though it doesn't sit well with him. "But you still shouldn't go alone, not if you can help it. Between the Ixal, the treants, the wandering spirits and the roaming Dullahan knights, it might be worth pestering the authorities to know why they sent you to such a dangerous territory to begin with." And wasn't that exactly the condition of this little deal of theirs?
So he settles down on the bench, even kicking his feet a little where they're dangling, and he takes a healthy chomp out of the salty little sandwich he has now. Eating means chewing and chewing means thinking. Thinking means not being a colossal ass about this.
"Guess it's a good thing you have a conjurer to follow you around for a week," he says with a sudden smile. "I'll have plenty of time to work on those skins tonight and they'll need at least a day or two to dry before I can make anything with them. In the meantime, you can decide where we go, oh fearless leader."
Connor sure as hell isn't going to decide where she hunts, but he's not going to let her get smacked around by a bunch of treants either.
Q'uila only tells the truth always
Date: 2018-05-05 09:54 pm (UTC)Q'uila frowns at Connor. "That wasn't our deal...What are you looking for in exchange for coming with me?"
y u no want heals?
Date: 2018-05-08 05:14 am (UTC)But then she frowns at him, and it's his turn to frown back.
"Yes it was?" He says, confused. "I offered you my services for a week, and the surplus leather once I finished with the skins." Which is a fair bit of work all around on his end, but he got what he wanted out of it: "I didn't join the leatherworkers to rake in buckets of gil, just a little bit of spending money. I'm still technically considered an adventurer, not a Gridanian, so if I don't take guildleves or find some other job, there's no money for me to spend on myself." Upgrades to his gear, better food, and so on. His personal posessions are currently limited to the set of tools shoved in his bag.
"Healers are more useful when we're actually out there with fighters in the fray- if from a safe distance back." However... "But if you'd rather come limping back for the next six days and spare me the running around, I guess I can't complain!"
No Heals We Die Like Men
Date: 2018-05-08 09:54 pm (UTC)She ducks her head at him. "I apologise, and I would very much be grateful for your company when I go out next."
Week late who's a week late not me nope
Date: 2018-05-16 06:04 am (UTC)He doesn't mention that last part.
"The Conjurers won't miss me for a few days, so if there's anything you've been waiting for a party to try and tackle, I hear it's usually easier to find willing companions if you already know the terrain," he opens one hand at Q'uila, "and have a healer." And then gestures to himself.
"Just let me take a share of the skins we collect while out there. I'm never going to improve my leathercraft without materials to work with."
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Date: 2018-05-19 07:46 pm (UTC)She pushes herself up off the bench, "Meet me back here just after sunrise tomorrow, make sure to bring food rations and an extra water skin. Oh! and a bedroll. We're going to be out there for a couple of days Twelve permitting."