Heavensward
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Coming to Ishgard
The Crystal Braves's betrayal still fresh in mind and only the Warriors of Light, Alphinaud, and Tataru accounted for, Cid Garlond whisks our heroes away to Coerthas to avoid detection of the crew they thought were friends. They find themselves in Ishgard where they are greeted warmly by House Fortemps and granted sanctuary, much to the displeasure of King Thordan and his Heavens Ward.
Alphinaud's despair about being unable to "Save Eorzea(TM)" comes to a head and Tatarus and the Warriors of Light set him straight. Together they move forward to find their scattered friends and allies and move forward. Meanwhile, the Dragonsong War begins to set back into motion after years of an unease and tense ceasefire.
Amongst the chaos a strange and desperate from another world slips into our Eorzea with the intent of saving their land at the cost of ours.
Welcome to Heavensward, I hope you packed your furs.
*shows up 15 months late with Starbucks*
Date: 2018-06-07 04:54 am (UTC)The stone closed in his fist says he should be annoyed that Sidurgu killed them instead of O'rhok. There's the grumble of something in his blood and heart telling him that no, he should be mad that the soldiers he spared are dead at all.
It's all a lot to sort through, and that's what he and Sid are trying to do when another Au'ra man appears. He's armoured the way Fray's corpse was, arrays of black and gold with red tints and patterns that are unfamiliar to him. Ishgard may disdain adventurers but they certainly recruited a lot more foreigners from beyond Eorzea than the city clearly wants to admit.
The Au'ra gives his name to Sid, and starts in on a speel about desiring to be an apprentice to the Dark Knight and blah blah blah bl-
"I like your enthusiasm," Sid says, cutting off this Aragibal with about as much fuss as Ara interrupted O'rhok a few seconds ago, "But if you want my instruction then you'll have to take it alongside O'rhok here. I have my obligations to my brother in arms, and his successor seems in greater need than you." Now hang the fuck on.
The end of his tail lashes behind him, dented armour and mismatched pieces suddenly an embarrassment instead of a reality on his person. His gauntlets have clearly been mended by someone unfamiliar with the style, botching the overlap of the scales, which is to say nothing of the rent axe hanging at his belt with half its head missing, a notched iron sword sheathed at his back.
"If you're taking me on out of pity, then nevermind," he says with a bit of heat in his voice. This pleases Sid.
"I'm taking you on for conjuring as much of Fray and his abilities out of that stone as you did without instruction," the Dark Knight answers. "You said you want only for a teacher, so I will teach you." Then he smiles at Aragibal, and it's not a nice smile.
"I will teach you both, gladly. Aragibal, was it? This is O'rhok, an Eorzean from the south. Together, the two of you should combine to make at least half an apprentice for me, so let us begin with a simple trial. A creature known as Steropes has been seen stomping and pillaging about to the south of the city. A Dark Knight must often strike from the shadows, but sometimes it suits us to eliminate a threat before it even becomes known to the general populace."
O'rhok makes a face at this challenge, incredulous and almost alarmed. Sitting there with his lackluster arms and armour, he has his arms folded over his chest and looks up at Aragibal.
"So are we actually going to help each other with this," doubt. Doubt. O'rhok feels doubt. "Or are you just going to charge off through the snow to find him?"
((Working with the assumption that Ara doesn't know about the Boss Fate From Hell since he just arrived in the area for the first time.))
i mean at least you brought me some holy shit filling this out as much as you did holy cow
Date: 2018-06-08 12:06 pm (UTC)It's clear that Aragibal doesn't know what kind of a threat Steropes is, as Aragibal just gets psyched at the challenge, his tail excitedly going back and forth. He looks down to O'rhok cheerily as O'rhok addresses him. "Of course we're going to help each other with this - we're supposed to be training together. " His entire demeanor was friendly and cheerful, definitely a complete 180 from Sidguru's pouty brooding - not what one would expect from a dark knight. Aragibal's grin calmed down into a friendly smile. "I know that Sidguru already said my name, but I'm Aragibal Kha. I'm from the Azim Steppe in Othard. No particular part, we Xaela tend to be a wandering bunch. I'm sorry if I don't say your name correctly, I find Miqo'te names a little difficult to pronounce, but I'll do my best."
A very slight level of concern shadows his features, though he did his best to hide it. "Did you want to grab some drinks? We can get your sword sharpened while we get to know each other a little better before we go out to take on Steropes?" If O'rhok said he didn't have the gil for it, Ara would offer to spot him the gil. Otherwise, if he wanted to just get going, Ara would go along with it cheerily.
HNNNNNG Y DW SO HRD
Date: 2018-06-22 08:04 pm (UTC)And it’s exactly not what he gets, prompting an abrupt change in attitude from the older man. Aragibal might not know Miqo’te signs and tells, but the other warrior’s tail will stop flicking behind him, and his ears will rise from their down and back position, though remain turned away from the Auri knight for now. He gives a careful blink, and he hears out the rest of what he has to say before speaking.
“O’rhok Tia,” he says, and offers a hand for a shake. Do they do that in the east? “Hard on the O, it’s my clan marker.” He smiles? Sure why not, he smiles and then gives a bit of a wave. “I don’t drink but if it’s a hot meal you’re offering I won’t turn you down.” Hot food in a cold city is more of an essential than a luxury, and Rhok knows that the fare here in the Brume is decent for the price.
“The sword’s been sharpened about as far as it can be,” he says once they’re seated. He sets the balde down across the table and it’s clear the weapon is reaching the end of its hard-working life. It’s Ala Mhigan, so came from far away to begin with, and the edge has been chipped and finished and chipped again so many times the original decorations down the fuller are all but worn away. “A few more fights and it’s going to start warping if it doesn’t just break, but I’ve almost enough gil to replace it. The bounty on Steropes and his minions should be about enough.” Maybe he can get new gauntlets soon- or finally replace his axe.
“I’ve heard a fair bit about this ogre, but what about you?”
SCREAMS I ALMOST FORGOT THAT ARA IS A SOBER BOI
Date: 2018-11-29 01:31 pm (UTC)The giant Au Ra took O'rhok's hand and gave it a firm shake, giving a friendly smile at the acceptance at a meal. They walked together to and found a warm place to sit. Aragibal listened close to what O'rhok was saying about the sword as he looked it over. His brow furrowed - it seemed okay enough for the mission ahead, but it definitely needed replacement. Aragibal didn't let his eyes linger over O'rhok's armor - O'rhok probably wouldn't have gotten here if he didn't know what he was doing.
Aragibal looked back up to O'rhok at the question. "I've been around Eorzea for a while, but I'm new to this area in particular. I haven't heard that much about the beast, but I have yet to find something that can best me." He conveniently left out that he often will call for help from some friends he'd met while roaming Eorzea. It also wasn't really appropriate to call them to help with a learning lesson, it felt like. Besides, O'rhok must have been worth something if Sidguru decided to pair them up together. It'd be fine. "...I assume that he's likely something nasty, though. I've noticed that Eorzean guards tend to leave the big game out for adventurers willing to take care of it for them." It wasn't really meant as an insult, but he probably could have worded it better. The same was true for the Domans, though they had the imperial occupation to deal with. Aragibal was almost more interested into what a Xaela was doing out here in the snow... but the same could be asked of him.
A woman came to take their order and Aragibal smiled warmly at her, perhaps laying it on a bit thick, as he ordered from her. As she left he turned his attention back to O'rhok, back to his more normal self. Interestingly, he ordered Ishgardian tea rather than anything alcoholic.
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Date: 2018-12-17 09:11 pm (UTC)“Steropes himself isn’t the biggest threat,” he explains, taking an empty cup from the table and setting it up between them. “He’s big and he’s nasty with a wide cleave with his club, but the real danger are all his minions.” He takes the shakers and puts them beside the cup, “They circle him like dogs waiting for scraps, and the ones that can’t get close hide out in the trees and ravines around his stomping ground. They aren’t scouts so they won’t go out of their way to attack people unless he tells them to, but it means for every one of the inner minions you slaughter, two on the outside see their chance to prove themselves to him.” He sounds like he’s seen this happen before, because he has.
“About two weeks ago I watched a company of Temple Knights march right into the eye of the storm and get picked off by the small ones.” He takes a swallow of hot tea, barely tasting it and eyeing the small diagram of discarded utensils and napkins on their table. “I joined for long enough to help some of the stragglers escape but unless we come up with a way to deal with his little honour guard then the two of us won’t cut it. He hits as hard as you expect when you’re in front of him, but being surrounded on all sides by the little ones with no relief will get an off-tank swarmed and killed.” Which brings them to O’rhok giving Ara a patient look, still holding his cup by his mouth.
“Thoughts?”
the last bit is mostly just a poke about the plan we kinda mentioned in dm, feel free to ignore
Date: 2018-12-26 05:43 pm (UTC)He was quiet as he looked over the little display that O'rhok set up to explain the situation, listening carefully as O'rhok described the event with the Temple Knights. After being asked for his thoughts Aragibal took a drink from his tea as he took a moment to consider all of this information that O'rhok dumped on him. He set his cup down and tore a piece of bread in half and started spreading some butter across it as he spoke, not looking up to meet O'rhok's gaze as he spoke - more a sign of thinking rather than lack of respect.
"I am used to fighting big things that hit hard - the bigger and harder they hit, the better the challenge. Where I am from I had a group of friends that would always accompany me on the hunt. I cannot say I've ever been in the reverse situation - I'm in a handful of hunting networks so I always have had the ability to call for help if something was too large for me to do alone."
He took a bite of the bread, chewing and swallowing before speaking again. "This isn't a time to call for help, however, because this is a test for us. Normally I just hit the target really hard until it's dead. I could probably hold the attention of the minions while you take care of Steropes?" Aragibal either did not understand the sheer number of the minions, or he severely underestimated them. Either way, Aragibal was not the strategic planner - that was always his friends, he just always pissed the big bad things off so his friends could actually carry out a plan.
He gave a small smile, attempting at a joke. "The little ones aren't a problem if they can't hit me, right?" He meant mostly that he was just agile, but that may just spark an idea in O'rhok.