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(I wrote this blurb because the quests completely inspired me, however, I’m also falling asleep so don’t expect much, lmao. It’s not done.)
He’d left her.
He’d actually left here there, like a jackass.
The timing was horrid. Absolutely hellbent on destroying everything before that vital moment when he’d have to leave again. His mind was torn between an actual connection, lust, desperation, and a call to duty he’d never felt himself pulled to before.
Nyx hissed through his teeth as the frigid air of Ishgard lashed against the stubble on his face. He tugged the thick, lined coat that concealed the inkings on his neck from the world further up until his face was obscured enough to begin this trek home. It was well past the twelfth bell and nay a single life could be seen on the streets.
She’d been wanted by a thug, a man who couldn’t be scorned by a woman, and he’d mentally left himself back in her room, that instinctual need to protect springing into action. But instead, his body had moved of its own accord. His heart had a mission that his mind disagreed with.
Rook had already placed his preparations at an undisclosed location and he found the pack with ease despite the snow having drowned it from prying eyes. It smelled like the bar. Like Rook. It comforted him to some degree even though he would never admit to it.
The Seeker hoisted the thing into his back and reached into a coat pocket for a pair of leather gloves fitted with fur from some fiber bearing creature, and began pulling them tightly over each finger. He’d only snapped out of the early process of travel when something fell to the ground. The red spade shone brightly atop the corporeal bitterness that lined the street and he reached for the card that hosted it. The ace of spades. She’d tucked it into his coat as he left and even now he wondered why she’d been content to lose a card from her deck. What did it mean to her? The explanation had been lost in his haste to get moving.
Some stirring in the chain of rumor had hinted that all who were willing to offer a hand in Garlemald were to convene at a specified place and time, but he’d missed it by several suns. His only choice was to pay for a private service to drop him in the wilderness outside of the main city. Regio Urbanissima. He’d manage to find someone, but only by the skin of his teeth. He’d not be arriving with the others, but he’d still manage to get to Garlemald no matter the cost.
—————Several suns later————-
His feet landed on solid ground after far too much time in the skies. Nyx wasn’t quite fond of leaving it for extended ranges towards the heavens, but he’d endured. Much to the disapproval of his stomach and his head.
They’d named the Camp “Broken Glass” and as he treaded ground, his coat pulled as close to his body as possible, he realized why the name had stuck.
The sun had already begun to disappear beyond the mountains when he’d arrived and to his surprise, someone amongst the machinists had prepared a cot for him in one of the annex buildings just south of the aetheryte. What little fire they could conjure up managed to keep the cold at bay enough that everyone inside would be able to sleep with some degree of comfort.
Golden eyes analyzed every soul within his temporary housing and he eventually laid back on the cot, one that might have been a touch too short for him. After all, telling organizations that he was a Miqo’te often led to… misunderstandings about height. Nyx had been about to roll over when the voices of two Garlean refugees made his ears raise the slightest bit. He’d almost failed to notice their allegiance until he noted a very familiar insignia across the shoulder of a jacket.
His jaw set and he went deathly still, finally rolling over just so that they wouldn’t know he was eavesdropping.
“Do you really believe they’re here to save us? Have you lost all sense? We’re going to be delivered soon and then we can fight back… These savages won’t pull masks over all of our eyes… You’re too soft.”
“You’ve lost all reason, all sense. We can’t do this on our own. It’s certain death if you run from them and deny their aid… Do you want to end up like your family? Stubborn… and very dead.”
Nyx’s eyes widened as the conversation continued on, but more to his horror was the realization that he’d been misled to attend a Garlean recovery process. He sucked in a breath and his fingers dug into the cotton of the cot. Tonight, Grace would remain at his side, her body polished and her chambers filled.
A hushed breath spoke into the fabric and a huskiness settled in his chest, one that came out in a whisper, “Garleans… they’re helpin’ tha Garleans… Wha’ fresh hells is this?”.
(More writing to sustain me xP. Can’t be held responsible for typos. In the car sooooo…)
The seasons had already begun to fly by, even in a land that made them nearly impossible to detect. Despite parts of Garlemald being desolate and seemingly forever frozen, Nyx had witnessed a few telltale changes that tipped him off.
And even with all of this, not much changed about him either. His thirty sixth season came and went, not a soul to celebrate or remember it. It served no purpose anyways and he didn’t resent the silence.
A’lluca periodically came to his quarters for a briefing on whatever it was that was going on outside and Nyx silently cursed his injuries healing at a snail’s pace. The healing magic that had been applied to them had been under duress, making them rushed and in need of finessing later on. Several surgeries later and the Seeker was still awaiting a clearance.
His fellow Seeker continued trying to patch up a torn past with him and each time he felt like her attempts would eventually work, but it typically had the opposite effect. Instead, he felt further from her and the others stationed in the militaristic country. The desire to set out alone was eating at the recesses of his mind every day until he found their presence almost grating.
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Today’s briefing at least brought good news with it. A recently thought lost squadron was found holding out in an abandoned outpost and brought back to the makeshift headquarters that Nyx was in. He’d also been updated on his status, which was upgraded to “stable and able”. His nose scrunched as A’lluca said it with far too much pep for his liking. Even as she removed the bandages around his middle, he groaned at her when she leaned in to kiss his cheek, “Oh c’mon, not even a smile? You’re really starting to worry me, A’ri….”.
Her words fell short as he reached up and pinched her lips together. Both of her eyebrows lifted in surprise and she placed both of her hands upon his to move his giant one, “Hey!”.
He smirked crookedly at her before he dropped his arm into his lap and both eyes shifted to look at the window in his room, “Nyx… It’s Nyx”.
The redhead pouted and threw her hands up dramatically, brows now furrowed, “Where did you even get that nickname? It seems like it came from a bad place”.
Nyx’s smirk fell off of his lips and was replaced by a thin line, his jaw setting as he breathed in. Both ears had pinned against his head with his irritation, but the lilt came out anyways, “Find my cigarettes an’ I may tell ye…”.
A’lluca’s eyes lit up and she clapped both of her hands together before she got to her dainty feet. The bushy appendage behind her might as well have belonged to a dog, wagging with simple happiness, “Progress! I like it! I’ll be right back, stay there!”.
And as she jumped from her chair, disappearing into the hallway, the door clicked loudly behind her. A shout could be heard from the other side followed by an answering laugh, deep and amused.
By the time Nyx had reached the Raven’s Nest again, his clothes had soaked through from the consistent pelting of sleet and rain. It would no doubt freeze as the night wore on, but for now Ishgard remained just warm enough that any unfortunate soul outside experienced two of its worse qualities in one single instance.
The Seeker paused at the large, Mahogany door and glared at the little hatch in front that rested behind a few bars. It was the useless speak-easy Rook had installed upon for a more authentic look. Now, it merely reminded him of how badly he wished to kill the Elezen that tended the bar inside. Every part of him wished to stroll through the door and end the pathetic creature’s existence. Instead, he found himself forehead first against the wood and sliding down until his knees met with searingly cold cobblestone. His joints protested and screamed for him to rise again, but he resisted.
Eventually he turned around and rested his shoulders to the door, neck lifted and eyes closed despite his skyward tilt. Above him, the rain had turned to massive snowflakes that made the city both beautiful and eerily quiet. This bothered Nyx a great deal until he laughed out loud, a sarcastic edge to the emotion that could verge on either amusement or insanity. It didn’t even echo, lost in the silence. An amber eye cocked open and he reached up to dig around in the small pocket near to his heart, procuring his biggest vice. A small lighter clocked open and hefted towards his lips where he’d placed a slightly bent cigarette between chafed lips, springing to life with a flame all to eager to consume the paper offering.
The cold was almost unbearable and it gathered in his hair, snowflakes forming in the loose ponytail that hung over one shoulder. Had it been the first time he found himself in such a position, he might have sulked back inside and crept upstairs to find a myriad of blankets. However, this night he was fueled by a rage that only bubbled beneath the surface… under a very thin veil of control. The man that had managed to force every ounce of independence in him could have shot him square in the chest and he’d have been better off than his current predicament.
The Sagolii had been all he could remember, and also his reason for forgetting. His earliest memories were there, struggling to fit into a society where his birth wasn’t accepted in any capacity. It was a small wonder the tribe leader allowed him to exist at all. There had always been an odd fear that ‘A’rihan’ had never understood in regards to his father. He was a Tia… there shouldn’t have been even an ounce of fear from the rest towards him, but there it was. The children were the worst of all, calling the bastard child all manner of indecent slurs. His mother did her best to soothe any doubts from his mind.
Nyx loosed another bark of a laugh but this time his teeth clenched until the lot end of his cigarette fell into his lap and he ended patting at his leather pants before a new hole found its way onto them, “Feck…!”.
He got to his feet with a hand on his knee and a grunt as his back protested. Ishgard was never kind to him even though he’d chosen the hellhole to… well, hole up. The bar beckoned for him to come inside as the heat from patrons leaving wafted against him, his body almost refusing to move as someone shoved through the front door.
What was the next move? Did he even dare to find out what truths his ‘dead’ father had decided to spring on him? What would it change? He thought of returning to Garlemald made him mentally want to vomit. And what would he tell her? That she had to leave Ishgard because another woman was there to seduce him into allowing her to arrest him? No… surely they’d go for her too… They had to be looking for her in some capacity too.
A breath of air whistled through his clench teeth and his jaw set. A millions questions and no clear answers would be the death of him.
The door shifted again and suddenly a raven-haired man peered around the door jamb. When he met eyes with the amber-eyed Miqo’te, his icy blue ones widened at the look of pure, unadulterated violence that leaked forth towards him.
He offered a sheepish smile and his teeth looked as if they might break from the pressure he placed on them, “Nyx! Perhaps you’d like to talk over some ale, hm?”.
Reaching forward and slamming the door open fully, the shorter male placed his hand dead center of Rook’s chest and urged him back inside. There was no amusement in his expression as the Elezen took a few strands back inside, “Yer gonnae talk now, or her gonnae feel real daft in a few… aye?”.
New “chapter” coming up. It’s just to keep the ideas flowing even if the writing isn’t quite where I want it. I apologize if this shows up as wonky, long, and horribly formatted. I will fix on my PC tomorrow if it doesn’t quite do what I want. Written in my phone so please excuse the errors.
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The hair stood on the back of his neck and widened eyes turned slowly towards the figure behind him. He didn’t need to see him. The memories rushed back to him in one swift moment. That voice made him feel as if he were three fulms again, ashamed of everything he’d ever accomplished and threefold ready to scale the walls of Ishgard to escape it.
Nyx found himself staring with one eye, a terrified pool of amber, at the man standing not four strides away from him. His stance was seemingly carefree, but his frame was rigid and standoffish without being overly so. It didn’t fool the Seeker into a false sense of security. He knew this meeting wasn’t on pleasant terms.
“Ye fucked off fer what… fifteen seasons? An’ everyone thought ye died… bu’ ye dragged her useless arse back here of all times? Are ye fuckin’ yankin’ me?”
The Miqo’te’s words were harsh, clipped, and thick towards the other, whose lips still remained upturned and smirking. It grated on him… how absolutely ridiculous…
He started to take a step towards Nyx but paused when the larger Seeker started for the gun strapped across his back, “Dunnae take another step. Yer nothin’ t’me… Old man”.
This seemed to please the stranger further and he reached upwards to push some of his straw hued hair from his face. His eyes were darker than Nyx’s, bordering on being orange instead of amber., and gave him a much more menacing gaze when he smiled.
“You’ll have to forgive me, A’rihan. I actually never intended to run into you, however, Rook informed me that you’d actually chosen to inherit my little Ishgardian secret… I find it intensely fascinating!”, he flung his arms wide and his teeth flashed in the light of the aetheryte. Behind him, his tail flickered about like a curious coeurl, animated and excited. Nyx visibly stiffened at the realization that Rook had set him up.
“I always knew your sister would never step foot in this place but I never once in my days thought you, of all people, would actually end up here. Saying I’m proud would be taking it too far, but at least you’re not a complete failure”.
Nyx’s lips pursed and an inhale of air hissed through his teeth. Any other time he’d have breached the gap between them, but it would unfortunately mean touching the disgusting man. Instead, he persisted in watching him with fleeting interest. He did what he could to withdraw from tossing him over the edge of the towering city.
“Dunnae tell me ye came all the way back from the Hells t’shit on me… wha’ d’ye really need…”, his fingers itched to draw his gun and his nerves were fading.
“I suppose you could say I’m here as a messenger so please don’t shoot me… pun intended”, he motioned towards the gunblade resting against the other’s shoulders, “… I imagine you won’t appreciate the news one way or the other, but I had a bit of information to give you and shock factor tends to get to people’s heads a lot quicker, as I’m sure you’re aware”. He shifted his stance and placed his weight on another leg as his eyes met Nyx’s with the face of his smile.
“They’re looking for you now, more than ever. The only reason I was able to find your location is because they’ve known this entire time, A’rihan. You know it to be true. But what you’ve not been cognizant of… is that you’re tied to them more than you know”.
“Tha fuck’re ye on aboot?”, Nyx’s ears had fallen against his skull and his teeth clenched shut so that the skin around his jaw pulled taut.
“Garlemald, boy. Did you never question why you were never accepted by any of the tribe? I can assure you it was not because of your controversial conception… It was because I-“.
“Stop”, the Seeker bristled and his fingers had balled into fists at his sides. He’d completely forgotten the howling gales around them despite the whipping of the ponytail behind him, “Dunnae say a thing more or I’ll sink a bullet in yer forehead”.
“Do I even need to say more? Surely you’ve figured it out by now”.
He was about to continue when a clicking of heeled boots sounded next to them. The hazy street produced a figure, one of smaller stature, that neared them. Nyx heard the voice before he saw the face, “My dearest A’trellon, that’s quite enough for now… You’ve had your moment, but I’m afraid it’s time to head home… You’ve been very bad and we both know you’ve said a bit too much, hm? You know they’re going to have to give you a few pinches when you return”.
“Antiquia…”, both of the men stuttered the word out as the woman came into view. In both hands were some form of handgun, most likely altered to suit her combat needs, and each was pointed at the two. The darker skinned beauty smiled at them with ruby lips as raven hair laid in shiny curls around her face. Eyes as red as the blood moon leered at them with an energy that conflicted with her confident smirk. A third, much smaller orb tested just above her brow and between her eyes. As she looked to Nyx, she offered him a wink followed by a nod with her chin, “A’rihan… oh I’m sorry, you still go by Nyx don’t you? Such a silly nickname… nothing about you is dark or imposing really… but I do have to thank you for keeping my pet preoccupied while I searched for him. It’s too bad I’m a little busy right now or I could have had a two for one… Oh well. It really just means another trip to this charming, quaint little establish. Cute, really”.
A’trellon glared at her but seemed neither stunned nor surprised by his predicament. Instead, Nyx watched in absolute confusion as he walked over slowly and offered the woman his hands. She lowered the gun fixed on him and began attaching a device around his throat that resembled a dog collar. When she’d had it properly affixed, her crimson eyes searched Nyx’s and her smile never faded, “Now, do be a good boy and make our second trip a little easier. See how well behaved your father is, A’ri- Nyx?”. She turned from him, lowering the other gun much to his surprise, and began disappearing into the fog that surrounded them, “Can’t wait for you to see your home, Little Miqo’te”.
A’trellon disappeared with her and his newly reunited son made no attempts to rescue him… but the younger’s realization had hit him… Where had he been born exactly? There was no third eye… Miqo’te couldn’t be… No. Pet?
(Don’t mind me, just dumping some headcanon ideas for Nyx. There’s gonna be typos galore and it probably doesn’t flow well, but this is more for my sanity than anything. Written on the phone so please excuse grammar and such… There’s more eventually so don’t worry about the confusing bits in here that make no sense!) Written while listening to this:
Daylight was fading in and out of existence as the sun ducked out from behind clouds in a feeble attempt to thaw the streets of Ishgard. It fell beyond the jutting staircases and the broad cobblestone laden walkways, snuffed out much like the cigarette grasped by the sun’s witness.
There was a slight movement in a dark room and suddenly a flame sparked to life with the click of a mechanism along the edge of a kerosene lamp. Amber eyes came alive behind it, a downtrodden expression keeping them company. The man’s age was starting to show in the lines around his cheeks.
Tobacco tinged breath drifted from between his lips as he sighed, leaning back in a creaky wooden chair with a worn leather backrest. A black tank top gripped his torso and a pair of well-loved machinist’s chaps clung to his thighs. He’d kicked his boots off haphazardly somewhere when he’d arrived to the apartment and one of them hung precariously on the edge of the bed, ready to join its matched brethren on the floor next to it.
Something about his posture gave away the unusual unease in the Miqo’te’s body. He was stiff. Too tense. The tendons in his arms strained as he simply picked up a few metal findings on the old cherry desk behind him and rolled them in his palm. In his other hand, a worn piece of parchment, small and discolored, threatened to rip between two tightly gripped fingers and when he stopped moving, it was obvious that a small tremble surfaced in the digits.
Nyx turned in his chair so that his back faced the lamp and he held the parchment up closer, scrutinizing everything about it to its core. His eyes frantically searched the page for any sign of error and when they were left wanting, he eventually slammed it on the desk and tossed the bits in his other hand atop it. The chair moaned as his weight lifted from it and he began to pace the small space. His bare feet padded along the hardwood until he stopped along the bear rug that peeked from beneath his bed.
The Seeker’s gaze shifted to the window, eyes scanning each drift of snow as they shot past it with the usual howling gales provided by Ishgard’s absurd heights into the skies. As if drawn to the panes with purpose, he hissed in a breath when the cold from the glass bit at his fingers. Having learned his lesson, he resigned to craning his neck to get a better view of the Brume below, trying to see if any patrons still weathered the blizzard making its way into town.
“Surely nae… “, he remarked to no one in particular as he turned away and walked to the other side of the bed. In a single motion, he’d swept up his boots and already begun to lace them up on his feet. The bed lurched as he pressed himself up andcleared the room in a few steps, grasping for a thick coat with a fur lining and swinging it onto his arms. There was a dull thud as he made his way down the stairs towards the bar that resided just below his dwelling. It was still in full swing even though the sun had retired and would be until it made its debut again.
A raven-haired Elezen behind the bar had taken notice of the sounds from above and his wolfish eyes fixed on Nyx as he cleared the corner. Too busy to exchange words, he simply nodded to the Miqo’te, assuming he’d be going out dressed as he was. His assessment was correct when he was met by a blast of frigid air and the complaints from several patrons seated near him.
The door clicked closed behind Nyx and he exhaled. Steam rose from already bluish lips to join the overhead of smoke rising from the Brume. He barely hesitated before he crept forward in the unnerving darkness in the poorest part of the city-state. Only the most prestigious parts would have lanterns outside. After all, who would want to rob the robbers? The malnourished? The destitute and the doomed?
Snow crunched beneath his boots as he moved with a silent purpose towards the main aetheryte square. He often went there for thinking when things got quiet. When perched just right, one could see for malms and malms without the help of devices and gadgets. The Seeker paused at the edge of the architecture and raised one boot to steady himself near the ledge.
Just as he pulled out his lighter, hand tapping a pocket for a cigarette, he heard the faintest sound behind him. Slowly, he turned his head and he froze in places, eyes widened in an uncharacteristic expression.
The man that stood mere fulms behind him could have been his twin aside from the obvious aging on his face and seasons of scars littered around his visage. His eyes had a keen interest in them, one that looked neither friendly nor malicious, but remained half hidden behind a familiar looking style of coat… one with a fur lining that almost made him look like a lion. And when he finally spoke, the corners of his lips upturned in a crooked smile to reveal elongated canines and a tongue that harbored wit and charm.
“It’s kinda a tin can but I gotta admit th’ armor’s growin’ on me a bit. I ain’t gonna go climbing up a mainmast or nothin’, but it moves better’n I’d’a thought.”
Dusk Wolves<Dusk> is a little Free Company onUS-Balmungthat is looking for new members as we move into our fourth year. We are a small social FC comprised of friends who enjoy spending our time in-game together. We are a predominantly social FC.
We have the standard Free Company amenities like chocobo stables, buffs, personal rooms, and a small garden available.
We have a very active Discord channel available for members as well!
Whoweare:
Alaid back social Free Company. We aren’t focused on raiding or roleplaying, but we do like shooting the shit and helping each other out when we can.
We are LGBTA+ and alternative-lifestyle friendly. (This really should go without being said nowadays!)
No sexism, racism, ableism in our chat. Be nice, yo!
Who we are looking for:
Adults over 18 (FC chat can get a little risquésometimes).
Chill people. No, seriously, just laid back people who aren’t gross.
We have people from all walks of life who are members, and our main rule is, “Don’t be a dick.” If that sounds rad, then we welcome you!
Whatarethe “Dusk Wolves”, anyway?
The Dusk Wolves is the name of the little company that Rhen and Shofie have assembled. They are currently loan brokers, sometime smugglers, and safely store valuable items for people for exorbitant costs.
The Dusk Wolves are morally grey characters. They are not evil, but there are definitely times they function on the wrong side of the law. The Coeurl’s Whisker had it’s start officially as a way to launder gil safely, and offer up a legitimate business front. They are retired pirates–in as so much as a pirate can ever trulyretire.
It is worth noting for the sake of full disclosure that we are NOT a roleplay FC. We are roleplay friendly–we love sharing stories and hearing about rp, but we do not craft roleplay events for members. However, you are welcome to pursue them.
Currently, if you’re interested, head over to our website and apply!
Who:You, your beau, your besty, basically everyone! When: SATURDAY, April 23, 2022 @8:00pm EST Where:Goblet - Ward 5 - The Brimming Heart aetheryte - MATEUS Why:Because we love you and it’s dance o'clock.♥ What:An In-Character Prom Night with immersive ~romantic~ [legendary! also possibly cheesy. cheesendary] music streaming TBA
★ We’d adore your help in spreading the word, thank you! ★
Club nights at Crescent return with one of our favorite holidays! Whether you’re single, looking, in a relationship, or picky as hell, come with a mind for lighthearted flirting and good humor as we explore love and love-lost through special music, dancing, contests, and games!
Who:You, your friends, and any lonely hearts
What: IC Dance Club with immersive music streaming courtesy of our very own DJ Lionheart (Rear Admiral de l'Amour) @ser-rex
When: SATURDAY, February 26th @ 8:00PM EST
Where: Goblet 18:5 [Balmung]
Dress theme: Valentione’s Day… and PIRATES.
A big welcome to our new event partners at @redlanterns-ffxiv, who will be providing hosts to make sure everyone has a wonderful time on the dance floor!
((Crescent club night are meant to be a joyous occasion and we certainly understand if this type of RP is not for you/your characters. We simply enjoy sharing music and getting to know our patrons but understand if high volume events cause some panic. You’re welcome to slip into any of our rooms marked with a ★ symbol , as those are free to RP in or to take a break from the dreaded chat log scroll! ))
Lucky Sparrow has one show this month in celebration of being true to oneself. Come swagger your pride and flourish your colors with us! Let’s see how bright you shine!
After a humbling month of mental health awareness, this new month marks a time for celebration and joy! We invite you to join us as we celebrate a little summer pride in ourselves!
-Sunday, June 27th at 6:00pm EST, curtains at 6:30pm EST! -Balmung Server, Lavender Beds, Ward 16, Plot 36 -Dress in your colors, lots of colors, any colors!
**For those with older computers, we suggest you seat yourselves in the front as to lower the chance of items despawning in the show space.**
There is no OOC entrance fee. We do not require any in-game gil for admission,it is simply roleplayed out.Donations are much appreciated, and put towards renovating our venue for future shows, but not obligated. We most enjoy sharing a night of excitement and music with everyone in the community!
We hope to see you there!
Stay Lucky!
On this month’s poster is the silhouette of those rocking out with us. Maybe it’s you or a friend!
You’re Invited! Join the Midnight Pearl for a summery BBQ sunset at the Mist’s beach! Chill out with a variety of games, delicious delights, and celebrate the warmer season. Don’t forget your swimsuit!
This is a meet-and-greet style event where we will host games, eat great food, and otherwise just get together and enjoy a fintastic time at the beach! While a rather simple event, it’s designed around not being too overwhelming for new and old roleplayers, alike! We hope to see you there.
Festivities! ––– –
Free Food! This event’s food is completely sponsored by the chefs & establishments associated with the Midnight Pearl. Have no other reason to join us? Join us for the food! We’ll be featuring amazing restaurants like the Sushi-Max and Naganoodle with beverages from Hummingbird Harvest and even teasing the Midnight Pearl’s upcoming brewery.
Want your own restaurant or private chef featured? Let us know! We’ll be happy accommodate and promote you!
Beach Ball! Beach Ball requires at least six people to play. The six members will form into groups of three (or split evenly regardless of higher number). One person in each group will roll. The person with the highest roll means their character’s group will go first. Standing on opposite sides of one another, the starting group will toss the ball into the air (the person who rolled for initiative starts). This game has an assortment of simple, Grindstone-style rules that will be gone over when the game begins!
Hot Lips! Test your mettle against some of the hottest peppers known to Eorzea! The infamous “Azeyma’s Pepper,” is placed into a chocolate that looks identical to its non-spiced brethren. Whoever eats a hellish treat is out! The rounds continue until there is only one person left without their mouth being set aflame or everyone has been defeated by the fates. This is a simple game of RNG that has an assortment of adverse affects based on the number you roll! Winners of this game will earn the bragging title, ‘The Firetongue,’ and 500,000g!
0 - 100: Your character ate the chocolate pepper. They are now temporarily unconscious. RIP.
101 - 200: Your character ate the chocolate pepper. Their stomach is purging itself.
201 - 300: Your character ate the chocolate pepper. It’s very hard to breathe.
301 - 400: Your character ate the chocolate pepper. They are tense. They may need some milk. Stat!
401 - 500: Your character ate the chocolate pepper. Is it hot or is it just them? Milk please!
501 - 600: Your character ate the chocolate pepper. Surprisingly, they seem well adapted!
601 - 999: Your character did not eat the chocolate pepper. Congratulations, you get to do it all over again! *If you happen to roll a 666, your character bites into a chocolate with a small bomb (the creature). They breathe fire when they try to talk for two rounds. But hey, they get to continue forward!
Swimsuit Contest! Are you wearing this season’s hottest fashion? Well, put yourself forward against your peers to be judged! Contestants will be judged on creativity, aesthetic, and functionality. Each category will be rated 1-10 and the fashionista with the highest score will win the bragging title, ‘Beach Babe,’ with a 500,000gprize!
Picture Perfect! We’re going to have photographers going around this event and taking pictures of those in attendance! Want a photo keepsake? Reach out to one of our photographers to make sure you and yours have this memory captured forever! Remember to consider tipping your photographer!
Surf’s Up! A stripped down version of our much larger event, Surf’s Up is friendly towards beginners and advanced surfers! Rent a surfboard for 5,000g and hit up our spotter, Tsustai Monsaran, for rules and some summertime surfing!
Duty Roulette: LFRP! Duty Roulette: LFRP is a randomized RP experience. If you’re someone who is shy, has difficulties with walk-up, or is just looking to build some new connections this might be the experience for you! Duty Roulette: LFRP sorts you with one or two random partners who have also signed up for the program. Just send this tumblr an ask with the following:
Beach BBQ :: <CHARACTER NAME> :: LFRP
Final Notes! ––– –
We hope to see everyone come out. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns please feel free to message Sunsgerel Monsaran (BumblingSeaBiscuit#5703 on Discord). Go ahead and occasionally check this flyer out, we may add more shenanigans to the evening!
