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.
Back-water Hippie Mode Engage
Date: 2018-04-30 08:18 pm (UTC)“This isn’t Thanalan or La Noscea.” Is he still hungry? He’s not full, but no he’s not hungry either. So does he take the sandwich? No. Absolutely not. That’s Syndicate money. “No one here is going to try and sell something that doesn’t belong to them. Pretending to be a local won’t fool anyone either: I’ve seen the forest tell a family five generations strong in the shroud to pick up and leave.” Woodcutters who struck at young trees, hunters who took from the young or the nurturing, traders dumping their refuse in the groves and creeks of the first. The elemental didn’t care who your great great great grandparents were, if you were awful then your children would not be suffered to stay.
They didn’t care who your parents and cousins were either, if you could abide by their ways then maybe, just maybe, they’d let you put down new roots.
“If business is the only reason you’ve come to Gridania then you’re better off making deals with the Botanist and crafting guilds than antagonizing the Quiver and The Wailers. They have enough on their plates just dealing with the beast men and the Garleans. This isn’t Thanalan, it’s the edge of Garlemald.”
*inserts 'wow' meme here*
Date: 2018-05-01 12:01 pm (UTC)"I don't know what it is you have against me, but I can assure you that I'm not the person you seem to think I am." Her voice is cheerful but he's managed to invoke her steely client tone.
"Business might be the only reason I came to Gridania, but it isn't the only reason I stayed. What, you think I would waste three months of peak trading period simply trying to weedle a sale out of some tired farmer?" God no, she could've built four more hospices in Thanalan in that time were she there overseeing her company.
No. Gridania was more than that to her. It was a place that lived and breathed under its own power, and the people had to ask permission, not create it. An independent ecosystem, It was brilliant.
After her arrival in Gridania she'd beelined straight to the markets to ask about property buying. She was immediately laughed out by Miounne who had been passing by.
"'Tis not a matter of buying, my girl, 'tis a matter of asking." the Elezen woman had explained to her. The forest allows people to farm here, and they have to work with the demands of the Shroud as much as they do their buyers.
"Not just anyone can purchase these lands, you know. The Shroud has to judge you first."
But the more she lingered in the city, the more that she learnt about Lucinne, Fufucha and Miounne, the longer she worked behind the bar and talked to the the patrons, the faster she fell for Gridania . (And she's pretty sure that Gridania is falling for her, too.)
"I would hazard that you don't know the full story. Pray don't talk about it as if you do."
Damn. This woman lives up to her reputation.
look at this little asshole I love him
Date: 2018-05-01 06:49 pm (UTC)Spring isn’t peak trading time in Gridania, autumn is. Connor wants to say it but that means he was paying attention, which means he has training, which he isn’t supposed to have. He hears that steely tone in her voice and knows what it means: either her ’I’m just an adventurer’ front is weak or she thinks he’s going to fear for his financial future. Joke’s on her, he doesn’t trade in coin.
Autumn is the trade season for the new market she wants to break into, not the spring they’re currently enjoying. But she would already know that because in order to have any of her investments and propositions lined up to capitalize come harvest time, now is when she’d have had to start. By Connor’s math, she’s right on track and just killing time as an adventurer.
“If you believe half of what you say, then you’re twice the person or half the merchant I saw today.” He wraps the second sandwich up in the wax paper it came in, then hops off his seat. He tucks the food into the small satchel at his belt: one of the wailers will probably take kindly to the offering.
“Thank you again for lunch, Archer.” The bow that accompanies his words is laden with conceit. “I remain at your guildmaster’s command until you are safely...” what’s that?
He loses his taunt at the bottom of his bow, blinking a few times with a hand still to his chest. It comes through the earth, through the ground, rumbling with caution and growing alarm. He straightens and the echoes pull his gaze away towards the Bannock. There’s something. Something big? Something angry. Because why can’t he just give a sharp parting quip and walk off like he wanted to?
Instead he frowns, and he sighs, and with a twist and twirl of his staff Connor stomps the ground and holds his arms out eagle-spread. Cool aether rises like water, swirling and coalescing first around himself and then a breath layer around Pinya, forming a protective, refracting shield of light around them both.
He looks back over his shoulder at her and he’s so damned disappointed.
“This changes nothing.”
((Wanna fight a FATE, friendo? :O))
Jesus christ this is going to be ridiculous.
Date: 2018-05-01 09:01 pm (UTC)He's not entirely wrong about her as a trader though. The Syndicate is brutal and harsh, and she didn't get where she was by playing nice. But she's also got steadfast allies that won't do her wrong because she's saved their lives and never asked for anything in return, even helped them out after the fact.
No one wants to cut her down, and those that do never get close.
Her only reaction to his so-called 'Quip' is a raised eyebrow in an otherwise expressionless face but -
There's a small caress on the back of her neck in warning, and then the ground rumbles. There's an obvious look of bewilderment as she feels a Protect spell build up around her. She certainly wasn't expecting him to do that.
"Hnnn~?" She hums as she flips her hair and takes point next to him, readying her bow and dipping it in the venom pots she has hung around her waist. "If you were so easily swayed, I would be more concerned about E-Sumi-Yan's guild." She drawls.
The Morbol roars just outside of the gates of Bentbranch, thrashing its vines enough to create scores in the earth. Buzzards and Banemites swarm around it in a frenzy agitated by something.... ah - It's faint to Pinya, but they are clearly surrounded with tainted aether.
"Heads up buddy looks like these ones have to go. You keep them back and I'll take them down."
It's all the warning he has before she's rapidly shooting at the monsters.
Re: Jesus christ this is going to be ridiculous.
Date: 2018-05-02 07:21 pm (UTC)“It reeks,” and stink. Definitely stink. Rhalgar’s Fists this thing has a stench to it as Pinya and Connor reach the edge of the fray. The Bannock is right nearby and the Wailers can be heard scrambling to form up and rush to stop the wild vilekin from getting any further into the settlement.
He doesn’t argue against Pinya’s strategy, it’s solid, just like the stones that rise up with the golden call of aether from Connor’s cane and feet. The rod twists between his hands, eyes sliding shut before he asks and the earth agrees to fire into the body of one banemite, the next clod beating a buzzard out of the air for a few moments. He feels air gathering soft and warm against his palm, taking a deep breath and then releasing the sharp zypher of bladed wind that threads and cuts at wings and legs.
He can’t exactly... move... while doing this. His staff points the way but it’s following the lines of aether that Connor can’t quiet see without closing his eyes and blocking out things that aren’t important. Fences, boxes, kedtraps, buildings- kedtraps?
With a yelp Connor sticks his arms out and the water sitting in one of those barrels erupts our in a rodent to blast the murderous plant sideways over a fence, hopefully easy prey for more arrows. That’s when they all hear a tell-tale gurgling sound come from deep inside the maw of the morbidly itself.
“Move- move! Everyone away from that spray!” Because it’s coming and if they think it reeks on the outside then none of them want to get hit with what’s coming from the inside.
boom - clap!
Date: 2018-05-07 11:40 am (UTC)Her arrows fly easily, their poison dipped tips slowing the monsters and leaving them open to more accurately placed arrows without them thrashing about. She skewers the Hornets easily, the force of her attacks pinning them to surrounding tree trunks so they're out of the way.
A couple of times, the monsters get too close to Connor or take aim, but her swift shooting keeps them from ever reaching him. It's relatively easy to keep track of the things approaching, because the land is already flinging at them, slowing them down or cutting them with sharp winds.
When he yelps, she's already turning in his direction. The morbol is gurgling, and she only has one reaction. Swiftly, she ties a small bag of explosives to the shaft of her arrow and flints the small string easily. With a shot, the arrow is in its throat.
"Fire in the hole!" She yells, a little bit more manic than is really warranted. She's having fun stretching her legs, sue her.
It's with that short warning that the head of the Morbol explodes.
That's all folks!
Date: 2018-05-08 05:07 am (UTC)Hell no!
Both hands on his staff, he slams the end into the ground and the earth responds with a sudden heave and rise: a wall of earth, not particularly powerful or efficient, rises up and takes the brunt of the acidic, goopey rain. Morbol chunks and flailing vines, sour stink and puss and rot. It hits the dirt, not the lalafells, and thank the Matron for that.
It's suddenly all very quiet. Connor can hear his own panting breaths and little else. That was... a rush!
"Haha- oh wow..." and here comes... a battle high? "That was- wow, that was something..." It really was, and as the barrier crumbles away it looks like the damage to Bentbranch is minor- a few smashed crates, a lot of unfortunate gunk.
"Matron, help!" And a set of familiar woodwailers who got a face full of bile.
"Mm, I should take care of that. You're not hurt, are you?" He asks Pinya.
whoop
Date: 2018-05-08 12:35 pm (UTC)She wouldn't even particularly care if she had been covered by the bile, but thankfully Connor had more foresight than herself, or possibly just better reflexes. It is surprising that Connor seems to feel the same way about the battle. There's a sting in her side where a hornet got too close, but it's easily hidden from the other man, the others probably need more attention.
"No, No I'm not hurt! Please aid Ser whines-a-lot over there." She waves him off good-naturedly.
When his back is turned, she pulls out an antidote from her pack and applies it on a poultice. She doesn't manage to keep the sharp inhale of air as it makes contact with the feverish skin on her ribs.
*is bad*
Date: 2018-06-07 04:04 am (UTC)Not many are hurt, but several are shaken. Connor can quickly assess who needs what kind of help, and it's part of making those rounds that leads to him turning around to scan the area and- uh. Hmm.
"I thought you said you weren't hurt," He says, walking back to Pinara with his cane in hand. She's got a brave face, but hornet venom swells and it burns and through an armoured doublet it's no surprise she's in some considerable pain. He taps the end of his cane on the ground and a soft swell of aether coils and collects around the wooden crook, small branches waking up and unfurling their leaves as he offers a hand to her. "Just let me help. I won't be an ass about it either."
*is also bad*
Date: 2018-06-11 06:19 pm (UTC)"There were other people who needed seeing to." She bites out, short because of the pain.
"I thought you were simply an ass about everything?" She cocks an eyebrow, apparently not willing to give up her sarcasm in the face of challenge.