Voidbound

rules, about & verses | comrades

He’s quiet as he listens, offering only but a softened nod as he thus paces towards where one kept tea leaves and other such things to make any variety of hot drinks. While he could likely not replicate the requested flavourings entirely, he would do his damn best to offer up something of a similar tasting. 

Quietly, he stepped forth with the pot of brewing tea and a number of cups, ready to pour into once a satisfactory amount of taste had transferred. 

“Oh - ? I should rather like to visit the Far east someday, should my time ever allow it.” The cup was turned upward upon each saucer, a further moment passing ere he pours the liquid and idly pushes said substance towards his company. “I do imagine every season is rather beautiful there.”

MEMORIES OF THE PAST ARE RECALLED ——– biased, but her own nonetheless. the aroma of the tea makes her remember in particular a contrast not found in western eorzea; a cherry blossom tree in full bloom against a snow mountain when she was still saddened from leaving her fathers’ sides. “ i dare say only isghard can rival its aesthetics, ” she says while accepting the drink.

Maiming: wound or injure (a person or animal) so that part of the body is permanently damaged.

“Indeed, you’ve the very idea of it. Have you siblings-?” He’s curious - Ieaki has found that only those in a similar position to he tended to understand his agitations. Ieatton was akin to most young men within the Steppe - motivated, strong, intent on bettering his physical state in order to battle better. His older brother simply worried because the poor fellow was deaf. 

“Ah - meeting with family once more is comforting-” As for the new wares on offer, Ieaki can only smile at the curiosity; “There is plenty of new wares as of late. I’ve ample jewellery if it is of any interest to you.”

A PARTICULAR VISAGE COMES TO MIND ——– while the twins can fit an example as well, rosario thinks of emmanellain. how she ever worries for him even when he pops the veins of her head. “ though adoptive, it does not mean blood always has to be shared for the same thing to happen, ” she responds light-heartedly.

    Oh, Thal’s Balls.

    The Warrior of Light. No wonder she seems familiar. He suppresses a groan, though cannot help the grimace that crosses his features. There’s small mercy in the fact that she does not look back at him for confirmation on her words and instead dives into the fray with a belligerence that rather surprises him. No, he will not be bragging at the bar tonight about this. In fact, he rather hopes she slays everyone here so that he will not be seen in association with such a renowned figure.

    Still, she is powerful, that much can be believed from the rumours surrounding this legendary hero. He watches her carefully, awaiting a moment wherein she will use more of her innate magic to appropriately bequeath the Spire’s prowess unto her. Perhaps when further bandits come forward to meet their doom, which – there they are, so eager, so idiotic to come forward. Truly, whoever sent them after Allan spared no expense, it seems, despite being against a famed figure. They charge, and Allan plays the card at his companion, ready to heal if need be.

IT IS LIKE THOSE NIGHTS SHE HANGS AROUND WITH HER FREE COMPANY MEMBERS ——– but instead of playing whack-a-mole, it is whack-a-maurader with ten different levels. her expression doesn’t change even if the axes hit her body. whatever meagre bit of damage they dealt is recovered by the astrologian’s healing.

each bandit that comes to pass meets the end of their career with the spin of her body and the slashing of her blade. “ have all of you considered a new job as a training dummy? ” she asks after a chuckle. “ there has been quite an influx of new adventurers so being a bit generous might get you in the twelve’s good graces again. ”

And in the valley amongst the pixies a lady dances.