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In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades šŸ‘½ → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Maximillian Gray
Location: Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York.
Skills:
ConjurationUpdated Outfit


Max leaned his head against the cold wall of the warehouse, eyes closed, as he heard someone approach him and sit down next to him. The warmth of another bodyā€™s presence was welcome in these cold times, yet the fact that so many people were asking him what he could or couldnā€™t do, made him want to tell whoever it was to go away. He was exhausted, and his pride was a bit hurt if he was to be honest. Sure, taking on Wanda was a huge task but...he really thought he could do it. Mano y Mano, spell for spell, but all he did was fizzle out in the face of adversity as he tends to do. Chaos magic...he never truly cared to go to Xaviers or most others in this reality to help quantify his powers, his x-gene, and it seemed he continued to use the same descriptors in this reality as he did in the original. Magick, Conjuration, Spells, but his powers always seemed more sporadic, chaotic in nature, and he did things he couldnā€™t always categorize. Before he could say anything the person near him spoke, a familiar voice starting a casual conversation with him in a time like this; leave it to James to have casual conversations when the fate of the worlds at stake.

Maxā€™s eyes remained closed as he spoke, keeping his breathing steady and slow to help regain some portion of his energy back. His lips were moving but no sound was coming out of them, almost as if he was speaking to himself in a silent tone. A moment passed and he turned his head towards James to show that he was speaking to him but his eyes remained closed as he relaxed. ā€Heh, you can say that again. What a fine mess we found ourselves in isnā€™t it? I donā€™t know the why of how this all happened. The reason escapes me. But thatā€™s to be expected, I donā€™t personally know Wanda Maximoff. I donā€™t know why she would have done thus, but I do believe it was her who did it. Her mother...she restored my memories, gave me back who I was, who I am, and I feel that...felt that...it was because she thought I could change the world, take it back from the hands of who ever had done this. It wasnā€™t till later that I began to suspect Wanda. She was one of the few that I personally knew knew about the alternate reality and yet she kept denying it. So i figured it was either her, or she was afraid to speak of if before the king. The fight today though? That solidified my answer as to believing she did it. The raw power i felt from her spells, what she said to me, and her willingness to fight for this world...it has to have been her. It appears however, that I am not the saviour, Iā€™m not the chosen one, the one who can vanquish her and return reality to its rightful place. Iā€™m just Max from Washington, D.C. The kid whoā€™s help only hurts...hell Iā€™m surprised that I didnā€™t slaughter half the people during the teleport. I am gonna miss this power though, when we return back to where we belong and Iā€™m back to simple tricks like setting places aflame. Oh, by the way, I just spoke to Casper. Heā€™s fine, hiding away in some S.H.E.I.L.D. base in Baton Rouge trying to get an item that sounds like it came from a legend. Oh and he told me to tell his Baby Boy he loved him.ā€

At this point Max had finally opened his eyes, looking over to Novikova who was asking Max if he could locate Doctor Stephen Strange. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he took in the request. ā€I can try to at the very least. Canā€™t promise anything. Oh, while Iā€™m doing that I have a question for the room.ā€ His voice was now louder, no longer his soft exhausted tone but more so the sound of someone who was about to ask a potentially important question. ā€Who here knows what an Infinity stone is? And can you tell me what you know. I havenā€™t heard of such a thing in my life but it sounds like its important and a lot like a magical item from legends old or something. Gather your thoughts on it while I search for Strange and I'll let you know when I'm ready to hear it.ā€ Max closed his eyes and began to search for Strange, finding that he isn't too far off, residing in the city at a nearby hospital as some form of psychologist. He began to speak once more, no sound leaving his lips as he sent a message to Strange.
Hey, you may not know me but my name is Maximillian Gray. I was asked to search for you in an attempt to find allies against the threats of this reality, or I suppose I should say the threat of this reality. You can respond to this message."
Another message was sent, this time to Casper.
"I'm not in your head, well not in the sense of telepathy i should say. Either way I'm not probing your mind, think of this like a walkie talkie. I know Jack is with you but is he...alright? Does he recall us too? We've had a few run ins with people who don't remember us and we just had our asses handed to us, we need allies and fast. Think you can help?" As much as Max hated asking Casper for help, he knew that out of the two brothers Casper was the only one who could speak to himself and not be seen as crazy. After all he does it all the time. "Alright, I'm ready for a lore dump if you have it. Then I'll give you info on this Stephen Strange character you seem to care about."
In ļ¼¦ļ¼©ļ¼®ļ¼”ļ¼¬ ļ¼¦ļ¼”ļ¼®ļ¼“ļ¼”ļ¼³ļ¼¹ ļ¼øļ½œļ¼¶ļ¼š ļ¼“ļ½ˆļ½… ļ¼¢ļ½Œļ½…ļ½“ļ½“ļ½…ļ½„ ļ¼“ļ½—ļ½…ļ½Œļ½–ļ½… → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Many colorful characters were starting to make themselves known around the Quicksand. Not long after he had spoken, a clear soft voice could be heard coming from an odd looking boy. Riverā€™s eyes narrowed as he stared into his cup and then back again at the horned child wondering if this was all a ruse, a trap set up to knock him out and steal his coin purse. As he scanned the room he noted that he wasnā€™t the only one observing his cup, a pink haired lalafell managed to be doing quite the same thing and then looking back at the same query. Either they were having joint hallucinations, or there was an honest to Hydaelyn pajal present in the Quicksand with absolutely no supervision. As usual, the pajalā€™s question was one born of wisdom and age that his species tended to have. It was clear that these adventurers were needed but no one had bothered to actually ask what they were needed for until him. As River sat there and listened to the explanation, he turned to face the table with the lalafell and saw he was missing. His eyeā€™s darted side to side as he searched for the pink haired troublemaker and finally found him inching closer to the pajal.

His eyes narrowed once more and then realized the staff that he was carrying with him. The ornate features up top were clear indicators that he was most likely a resident of Ulā€™Dah who studied in the thaumaterlogical arts and was more than likely curious as to the white magicks of this stranger of strangers. Heā€™d be lying if he said that the magicks of both of them carried some interest and intrigue, finding himself wanting to know how it is that they control the aether without all of the geometric designs need for a proper casting. How do they channel the aetheric energies without causing catastrophic results as a result of a sloppy rune, or sigil. His thoughts were broken as another stood up and gave a rousing speech on valor or some shite that mattered little to the lalafellen summoner, and his attention was snatched again as a loud clatter could be heard across the establishment. A miqā€™ote clad in red had managed to fall and hopefully not damage any books in her clumsy display. Rivers lips remained tightly sealed, then a small smile, and then full out laughter as his arms flailed about, his childish voice ringing across the Quicksand as he couldnā€™t contain himself from laughing at the others misfortune.

As time would pass, and his humor quelled, River once more paid attention to every question asked, and watch how the chocobo headed Hyur would respond. Each answer making her seem more and more ill fit for the position of leadership, making that title so much easier to snatch if any of these brutes (save the cat in red) wished to take it and show the Free Company some real leadership later on down the line. It wasnā€™t her fault she was handed this responsibility nor this task, but nevertheless it was hers to bear at the moment and she needed to act the part until either she or another could figure it out. Upon the meetings end, a good handful of adventurers seemed to sign up to the task and agree to help get this title back into her hands, though by which means they would use is up for debate, we shall see how the dice are rolled.
In Ī© Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ī© Officially Done → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Demetri Rowan Howell
Location: Wyandotte County Lake Park
Skills:Shifting


Excitement and adrenaline coursed through the child of Zeus as he watched Jackson get pummeled to the ground. Pride began to fill him as he noticed that all his monster slaying and forest practices werenā€™t for not. That is, until Jackson began to comment on the unfairness of the match. If Demetri was being honest, he had thought the match was unfair from the beginning, but not because he could shift. No, it was due more in part to the fact that Jackson was a child of war who has been trained enough to go on missions and most likely had way more combat expertise than Demi had. This small victory was quickly followed by a feeling of remorse and uncertainty now eating away at him as he wondered if Jackson even had powers to use in a fight; that is, until the Hephaestus girl and Aster spoke up and essentially reprimanded Jackson, stating that Ares kids rarely played fair, so why should he this time?

So it is that Demetri figured, if you got it, flaunt it. Flaunt he did. His nostrils flared as his eyes narrowed down onto his target, grunting noises could be heard coming softly from the rhino-boy as the hot breath of the creature kicked up small tufts of dirt into the air. His right hoof began to tap against the earth, preparing for another charge. Head held low, eyes darted upwards as he let out another grunt and began his canter into a full charge. He used his armored shoulder to drive straight into Jackson, tossing him down once more, kicking up dirt into his face as he continued past him, turning and sliding into a halt. Dirt was flying in the air, the nights breeze blowing it past them to reveal the Rhino still staring Jackson down, his ears flapping to help keep away the dust. He charged once more, this time using his bowed head and horn to lift Jackson off the ground and toss him up as he continued past him finishing his second charge. Surely the kid of Ares should know to concede at this point.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Maximillian Gray
Location: Car > Outside
Skills:
New Outfit


The ringing in his ears continued as he sat there in the car quietly for the duration of the ride. Every once in a while he could hear some muffled voices, people saying something around him, or to him, but he was not sure what. All he could hear is ringing and the sound of drums; no not drums, his heart beating deep within him, pounding against his chest and thrumming in his ears. Maxā€™s hands moved as if controlled by another, shaking away from his hair and sides as the inched closer and closer before him and above Veils legs. They appeared to be red, dripping with a deep ichor that slowly pooled at his tips before releasing and falling onto Veils legs. However as soon as the crimson beads would hit her they seemingly disappeared, leaving no trace behind, save for the pools of red that bathed Maxā€™s hands, and only his hands. The blood of those heā€™d killed were now staining his skin as he watched in silent horror, knowing it wasnā€™t real, yet still transfixed by what he had done, letting his body lightly jostle in the seat as Sapphire drove them back to the Underground.

Once the car had halted, and the doors unlocked, Max made his way out of the Imapala and staggered a few feet forward. He saw the rude teen from before on her cell phone, he silhouette going in and out of focus as his eyes tried hard to concentrate on the task at hand. Leighton was there as well, and seeing her brought another sick sensation to his stomach. How would he be able to face the others? Jack? James? Leighton? Everyone who had seen or heard of his previous failures now being able to bear witness to his newest mess, one that ended in murder and fuel for more anti-mutant monsters to use against his kind. How could anyone else see this as a mere accident when lives were lost? Max had stopped in his tracks as his mind raced with thoughts of past events, eventually stumbling upon the memory of the Power Plant explosion that took out thousands of peoples power. How many lives may have been lost at the plant? How many more due to lack of power for medical supplies like breathing machines at home? He kept trying to tell himself that mistakes happen, even at the hands of professionals like the X-Men. He now teetered on a fence unsure of whether or not he could forgive himself for this mistake, yes they happened, but they seemed to happen more frequently to him.


Peter Jackson Bernard

Location: Hellfire Club HQ
Skills:



Jinx felt the loose tile as he had kicked the glass, pulling his sleeves down to cover his hands in an attempt to not get his prints on the piece, kicking away any glass that may surround the tile so as to not cut himself. As he moved it out he spotted a small ornate wooden box with some initials carved into it. He tried to think on who this might belong to when he heard his lovely partners grating voice telling him to stop what he was doing and go get his hands cooled off. Gah, the name was at the tip of his tongue but all his mind kept thinking of was Kebastian Shaw, when everyone knew his name was Sebatastian Shaw. Stupid brain. ā€Yeah yeah, do that in a second just...give me a moment here.ā€ He slipped the box into his messenger bag, taking his time to place the tile back into the ground as if it was never disturbed and doing so before Emma or Ana came back to pester him. He kicked some more glass, this time to attempt to cover the area so it looked undisturbinlgly disturbed by the fray that took place.

Jinx began to make his way towards the restroom as he was instructed, nodding to Reqiuem about wanting to leave and get work done before more interruptions could appear. Though he had a sinking suspicion Shaw wouldnā€™t be the best person to ask, but an attack at homebase was most certainly a call for action. ā€Alright, not too sure on the whole Shaw bit, but Iā€™ll go and cool my hands off. Damned kids gonna have one hell of a bad luck streak coming to him the next time i see him.ā€ As He made his way into the restroom he felt his pocket vibrate. Finally. Jinx turned on the tap, letting the water get cold as he fidgeted with his phone, seeing the pizza emoji that Casper had sent him. The actual fuck? He sent him back a reply text
I take it that means you want a slice of this wonderful deal. Good. Itā€™s some premo shit and I was oh so hoping to work with you instead of giving it to someone less worthy. So, when can we meet bb?

He placed the phone back into his pocket and ran his hands under the cold water, cooling it down and leaning his head back as he felt the cold refreshing feeling pour over his burns and began to wonder why they hadnā€™t gone to medical themselves. Once that was dealt with he rejoined Reqiuem back in the room, patting his hands dry. ā€Ready as Iā€™ll ever be.ā€
In Ī© Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ī© Officially Done → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Demetri Rowan Howell
Location: Wyandotte County Lake Park
Skills:Shifting


Jackson came running towards him, fist cocked and ready to strike, figures an Ares kid would telegraph his moves. Demetri leaned back to avoid the hit, but in a last second switch, Jackson stopped his punch and instead went for a kick. He feigned a punch, the Ares kid actually used some form of tact. This should prove an interesting fight after all. Having been off balance from his dodge, the kick sent Demetri down onto the ground and skidding a bit. He watched as Jackson slowly backed up giving him the chance to stand up and fight once more. Demetri got up, pulling his pants up slightly and then patting his ass free of any debris that may have clung on from the fall. He got into an defensive position, looking for the best angle of attack against a kid of war and decided that the best defense is a good offense. Celestial Bronze seemed to be just as deadly to the children of gods as it was to the monsters that hunted them, good to know.

ā€Awhlright then, suppose I shouldnā€™t use that then now should i?ā€ His british accent slipping a little as he became more focused on the task, and a bit more relaxed. His parents each had a posh accent that carried onto him from years of hearing and learning from it. A trait heā€™s tried to suppress at times as most kids at school either swooned over it or hated it. He backed up a few more paces, gaining some distance between the two. Demetriā€™s stance grew wide, similar to a sumo wrestler as one leg spread and then the other. He began to rush towards Jackson, his form taking longer to shape until finally he shifted into a rhinoceros. Itā€™s thick hide armor should be a good defense against Jacksons blows, while its charge and horn can do some damage. The rush continued as it evolved into a full on charge, swinging his head to the side of Jackson and hitting him with enough force to knock him down on the ground. The black beast skidded to a halt as dust and dirt was kicked up into the air, nostrils flaring as it stared at Jackson, legs digging into the ground ready for its next charge.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades šŸ‘½ → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Maximillian Gray
Location: Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York.
Skills:
ConjurationUpdated Outfit


Max used the cane as leverage while he slowly allowed himself to sit on the floor of the building. He laid the cane before him and just sat and listened to the others and their opinions on the matter of what they should do next. Jame had decided that it was best the press forward as quickly as possible, and more hopefully as soon as now. His heart sank a little as he wondered if James was callously ignoring Maxā€™s exhaustion or if he just hadnā€™t heard him, he was quite the thinker usually. Max leaned back, his head now resting against the cool surface of the wall pressing up against his blonde hair. He closed his eyes, listening to the voices around him and hearing Hawkeye completely dismiss James idea. On one hand Max was glad to gain some rest, on the other hand he knew James plan was actually quite smart. Clearly the healer had gained more leadership and strategy skills since they first met, and this worlds S.H.E.I.L.D. training mustā€™ve helped along with that as well. Perhaps that was smarter, to mix the two realities and use as much knowledge as possible to help influence the tide of this battle.

A lot had transpired in the course of two days, and Max had to get back into the habit of using his powers more frequently than just his usual fashion shows and trips around the world. Teleporting one person was one thing, he could do that forever, but to have done this scale so quickly after having his ass handed to him? That was a bit of a larger task. But with Jameā€™s healing, the rest he was now getting, and the food to come, Max knew he would be in fitter shape to do more the next day. One last trick, a little recon to help the mission to come. Max looked down, cupping his hands over his mouth and whispering into them as if telling a secret. He focused on Casper, having trouble finding him at first with all the clutter in his mind, but soon finding purchase and sending off a message to him. Hey Casper itā€™s Max. I donā€™t know if you remember me...and I really hope you do, but I have James here with me and I wanted to know if you can remember either of us. We want to find you, we need to find you. You can reply to this message
In Of Blood and Magic → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Interacting with: @Obscene Symphony@Hero

Salem walked up towards the counter and noticed Max and Aaron speaking. He figured now was as good as anytime to speak to the receptionist while they were all busy. "Salem Spellman, again, sorry. I realised as we were heading to my dorm that I have no way to get in. Would you by any chance happen to have a key to my dorm so that I could enter it?" It was around that moment that the poor receptionist was barraged by another request, this time from Max who appeared to be in quite the hurry. Then again, judging by how he was holding the dog in the same manner as if it were luggage, he could only assume that Max was trying to rid himself of the cute little thing as fast as humanly possible. He didnt so much as eavesdrop so much as just heard what Max was asking of the receptionist before them. Noting that he also got a partner change although he was informed of the who but not the where.

"Oh it seems we're on the same boat here. Although I wasnt even informed by either of my partners, new or old, that there was an exchange. So when I found out where I was at now I nearly, well no I did, forget to request a new key for me to actually get in. So who's the new partner of yours? I happened to get...Victor Astorio." Salem gritted the vampires name between his teeth, knowing full well that his time at this school has taken a full turn and that unpredictability would be his new companion. He crossed his arms and leaned against the desk as he spoke to Max, wincing a bit when his knuckles pressed against his biceps and quickly changing poses to accommodate the new injuries.
In Talrae Reborn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
River


River may have been a busy body outside if this game, but he could still read his friends like one of his zoology books. Willows words flowed out smoothly and with what, to some outsiders, might seem like some edge. He could however see them for what they were, a sheathed blade just waiting to be released so as to remove the nearest head in sight. Luckily for both Willow and other players, this game offered many ways to decapitate without penalty in the form of monsters. Though River wasn't too fond of the idea of killing the more creature-esque critters, a goblin or two never seemed to hurt anyone. Pepper had plopped of his head as he sat there in thought, unaware as she crept closer and closer to Auras plate, sniffing the air around it and waiting for a chance to swipe some fruit. Alas, that opportunity never presented itself as Aura had finished her plate and went off to follow Willow. Pepper left to sniff at the plate and lick some of the left over honey before it was picked up by the waitress. "Dont worry Pepper, we'll find some nice and exotic fruits out there while we're questing. Oh and welcome to the group Aur...oh she left...uh I'm gonna go catch up to them real fast."

River lightly jogged out after the paladin, Pepper flying close behind as Ubi drifted behind the pair silently. "Aura! Hey Aura! Sorry I was a bit lost in thought in there and realized I never greeted you or welcomed you to our little group." There was a slight tiredness to his voice as he spoke, stretching lightly before a small yawn escaped him. "Oh man, I'm not used to being up so early yet. Though I do seem to be getting better sleep than usual. I dont have a house full of animals to wake me up in the middle of the night or a tight schedule to keep for feeding and care. I'm River by the way, dont really give out my real name and if you dont mind I probably wont use yours. No offense. So...what brings you to our merry little band of misfits?"
In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Maximillian Gray
Location: Car
Skills:
New Outfit


As soon as Sapphire arrived everything seemed to move fast. Max quickly placed the computer in the back trunk of the car while the others got in and placed the now two unconscious mutants into their seats. Luna sat in the back with Veil laying across their laps while Havoc was up front buckled in for a ride. Max watched as Glimpse tore off some of her clothing in an attempt to wrap her wounds, and potentially apply pressure to is at well. Good. The sirens grew louder and the police were now visibly on their tail. Panic began to fill Max as he thought of something to help slow them down. He turned to face the back window and stretched out his hand a little. ā€Iā€™m going to try and slow them down, maybe with some thumbtacks or nails in the road to give them flats.ā€ He attempted to create these small makeshift caltrops about ten feet behind their vehicle, but in the panic accidentally created a ten foot nail behind them, skewering the car and those inside it like a barbecue treat.

Anything that anyone may have said to him at this point was lost. His eyeā€™s dialated as he stared onto the horrific scene he just created. Flashes of what couldā€™ve been their lives now skipping before him and the only sound he could hear was a faint ringing in his ears that grew louder and louder as he continued to watch in horror. He just killed someone, someone with a family, someone who was only doing their job. They didnā€™t deserve this, he didnā€™t mean to, he only wanted to help... So many thoughts rushed through his mind at this time, his lower lip quivering as his hands began to shake violently, slowly reaching up for his own face and gripping his hair in panic. His stomach churned and burned as he felt his meal coming up, burning his throat until finally he attempted to look away from it all and everyone, and spewed what little food he had in him on Veils legs. His hands continued to shake and his words couldnā€™t be formed to apologize to her, just stuttering nonsense as he thought on what he just did.


Peter Jackson Bernard

Location: Hellfire Club HQ
Skills:



The phone had gone to voice mail and Jinx had finally decided that there were only a few explanations. Either the druggie was busy, currently high, or finally overdosed on his stache. Sure he may have also misplaced his phone, but regardless of the reason, Jinx was beginning to get extremely annoyed. He slid his phone back into his jeans as he meandered around the room as he took in all the chaos. Jinx kicked the filing cabinet in frustration, one of the drawers jiggling and then he began to recall something. ā€Wait wait wait wait wait.ā€ He started snapping his fingers as he was thinking, the smoke practically coming out of his ears. Je began to speak to no one in particular. ā€You, you were there, and I was over there, with Britain. Emma was there and so was the little girl. That Elsa wanna be was behind Emma which makes sense, knock out the leader to take out a group. However, they had two of their teammates over here by the cabinets. Why?ā€

Jinx began to walk around the room cabinets to where Max was previously hiding, looking for anything that may have fallen or a clue to what they wanted. He started tracing the blonde mutants steps as he was the first to not outright fight them untill he was blown. ā€He ran this way, but fell short and then we all broke into a fight. Everyone seemed to be locked in combat but him, he came back and grabbed our computer, the other two said something about grabbing file or something...Soo...they were after information? But, if thatā€™s all they wanted why not just send Little Britain alone? Iā€™m sure she couldā€™ve just asked unless its something they know we wouldnā€™t freely give. Argh this is all too complex. Requiem will need to think of something that could link this all together. What could these pipsqueaks actually want to learn? Whatā€™s worth learning?ā€ Anastasia was gone for the moment and Jinx began to chew another piece of gum. Walking over towards the glass, kicking it absentmindedly as he tried to figure out what the mutants wanted, and who they were.
In ļ¼¦ļ¼©ļ¼®ļ¼”ļ¼¬ ļ¼¦ļ¼”ļ¼®ļ¼“ļ¼”ļ¼³ļ¼¹ ļ¼øļ½œļ¼¶ļ¼š ļ¼“ļ½ˆļ½… ļ¼¢ļ½Œļ½…ļ½“ļ½“ļ½…ļ½„ ļ¼“ļ½—ļ½…ļ½Œļ½–ļ½… → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




River made his way into the Quicksand, ordering three tankards of Mulled Tea and ensuring the tab was posted to Lyveva, not wanting to spent a single Gil he had just earned. He took notice of a few of the patrons that were currently in the facility, seeing a strange Miqā€™ote wearing an eyepatch over one eye, having raven dark hair with a fair complexion. Bit of an odd looking character, but then again Riverā€™s appearance wasnā€™t exactly normal. He watched as he took his drink, standing and moving away from the table, leaving a spot open for him to sit. Perfect. Many odd conversations began to take place amongst the characters there, all of which were not to his liking and he started to see why the Miq had left his seat so promptly.

He sat there, frowning and waiting his order as he poked the wooden tables, boredom filling him while the urge to count his new bounty slowly welled up inside of him. Finally, the fabled Lyveva from the notice made herself present. Standing atop a table, which quite frankly reminded him of home, and allowing him to have a better view as opposed to him having to stand on one to see. She was a rather plain looking Hyur with milicorn hair, and not much confidence it seemed. Her speech drawled on and he quickly found out that it was not he who needed help so much as the guild was in desperate need. His drinks made their way to him and River took a careful sip while continuing to listen but knowing full well what he thought his answer would be. Yes, Cartaneu took many lives, yes it changed the world for all, but to champion such a cause one must have conviction and the stones to show they can lead. The Hyur had something, but he wasnā€™t quite sure what yet.

As River downed his final tankard he stood up, full ready to walk away, but then the strange Miqā€™ote spoke up. The words stirring within him, giving River a deep sense of longing and reminding him of where he comes from, why he was here, and the creed that Limsa Lominsa follows. Sure this corn-headed Hyur wasnā€™t a leader now but who could blame her? To lose so many and to still strive on, that was something of a fire he had to admit. He stood atop the table himself and held his empty tankard up real high (or as high as a lalafell on a table can hold up one) yelling out after the man before. ā€œTill sea swallows all! Aye, I suppose Iā€™ll be joining your motley crew of a guild. Itā€™ll be rough sailing for a bit but Iā€™m sure we can make our way out of stormy waters and into clear seas soon enough!ā€
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