Foxfirestorm at 17:16, 26 August 2014

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-|Poses=:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>%rOne of the camping check points that sits between the Thanalan Desert and the Black Shroud has done a call out for assistance to anyone who is willing to come and oh yes, they are also willing to pay some pretty good money for it too.<br /><br />The camp is nothing impressive, it is near a patch with actually some flora is growing including around a few shade trees to escape from the hot desert sun if the tents themselves are not enough. There also lies broken pieces of once was an Aetheryte crystal. Its mystical glow long gone and is being slowly cannibalized by those who camp here to take back to Ul'dah for research.<br /><br />Thankfully for our group, the sun is already setting as it seems this was the best time to take this contract. So at the camp itself a nice camp fire marks the location, including a few hanging lights along the trees themselves.<br /><br />There seem to be four men here at this camp as well. A tall blue man, with light blue skin and a slightly bestial face. Another who is very short and has a dark tan with a gem in the center of his forehead of a red color. The other is that of a tall lanky elf-like young adult with dark blue skin and black hair. The final one is that of a normal looking human, who seems to be dealing himself out cards for a single play of game-- while the others drink.<br /><br />It is actually the dark skinned elf that take notice of the group coming and goes to stand up. He knocks back his drink quickly before tossing it over his shoulders, which the metal cup goes clacking easily against the rock. "Greetings and welcome! We do hope you are here for the contract and if /not/, then I'll be ever so glad to fill you all in."<br /><br />The small humanoid rolls his eyes as he goes to try and finish his drink-- only to find it all gone. The other tall burly humanoid looks over with a mild smirk. "Also please forgive my friend for being so open. He has perhaps a bit to much to drink and forgets he is a Duskwight."<br /><br />The elf then shoots the other a glance over his shoulder, "Are you trying to say my people are worse then the back side of the drake, cause if so, I think you have mistaken us with those Wood-huggers."<br /><br />That gets a mild snort of amusement from the short humanoid. Though the human of the group remains quiet and continues to play his cards, though they look odd for cards. They have metal edges and almost seem clear in some areas.<br /><br />The Duskwight then continues. "But to the heart of the matter here." His tone gets far more serious as he leads them into the camp grounds. "There was suppose to be three Caravans that was suppose to arrive last night. Yet they have not. With the linkpearls no longer working until we can find means to re-attune them to shifting aetheric flow, we had to request aid from some Moogles that happen to be passing through."<br /><br />The small one then cuts in about then, as he goes to stand up, including brushing himself off. His voice has a bit more of a proper sound to it. "What it carries on it is /very/ important. It holds crates and crates of aetheric crystal shards. Ranging from water, fire, ice.. and lightning. There may been other elements as well, but the point is. We need those crates back, because if the Moogles were correct,"<br /><br />The tall man then speaks up, "Which they bloody probably are."<br /><br />The small one gives him a look before he continues, "..because if they were correct, it is most likely the Amalj'aa was what raided the shipment and that is /very/ bad. Very bad indeed!" They all stand up, beyond the human, and kneel before the group as they all speak together, "We ask of you to please get back as much of the shipment as you can and we will pay a rich man's ransom for it!"<br> <br>
+|Poses=:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>One of the camping check points that sits between the Thanalan Desert and the Black Shroud has done a call out for assistance to anyone who is willing to come and oh yes, they are also willing to pay some pretty good money for it too.<br /><br />The camp is nothing impressive, it is near a patch with actually some flora is growing including around a few shade trees to escape from the hot desert sun if the tents themselves are not enough. There also lies broken pieces of once was an Aetheryte crystal. Its mystical glow long gone and is being slowly cannibalized by those who camp here to take back to Ul'dah for research.<br /><br />Thankfully for our group, the sun is already setting as it seems this was the best time to take this contract. So at the camp itself a nice camp fire marks the location, including a few hanging lights along the trees themselves.<br /><br />There seem to be four men here at this camp as well. A tall blue man, with light blue skin and a slightly bestial face. Another who is very short and has a dark tan with a gem in the center of his forehead of a red color. The other is that of a tall lanky elf-like young adult with dark blue skin and black hair. The final one is that of a normal looking human, who seems to be dealing himself out cards for a single play of game-- while the others drink.<br /><br />It is actually the dark skinned elf that take notice of the group coming and goes to stand up. He knocks back his drink quickly before tossing it over his shoulders, which the metal cup goes clacking easily against the rock. "Greetings and welcome! We do hope you are here for the contract and if /not/, then I'll be ever so glad to fill you all in."<br /><br />The small humanoid rolls his eyes as he goes to try and finish his drink-- only to find it all gone. The other tall burly humanoid looks over with a mild smirk. "Also please forgive my friend for being so open. He has perhaps a bit to much to drink and forgets he is a Duskwight."<br /><br />The elf then shoots the other a glance over his shoulder, "Are you trying to say my people are worse then the back side of the drake, cause if so, I think you have mistaken us with those Wood-huggers."<br /><br />That gets a mild snort of amusement from the short humanoid. Though the human of the group remains quiet and continues to play his cards, though they look odd for cards. They have metal edges and almost seem clear in some areas.<br /><br />The Duskwight then continues. "But to the heart of the matter here." His tone gets far more serious as he leads them into the camp grounds. "There was suppose to be three Caravans that was suppose to arrive last night. Yet they have not. With the linkpearls no longer working until we can find means to re-attune them to shifting aetheric flow, we had to request aid from some Moogles that happen to be passing through."<br /><br />The small one then cuts in about then, as he goes to stand up, including brushing himself off. His voice has a bit more of a proper sound to it. "What it carries on it is /very/ important. It holds crates and crates of aetheric crystal shards. Ranging from water, fire, ice.. and lightning. There may been other elements as well, but the point is. We need those crates back, because if the Moogles were correct,"<br /><br />The tall man then speaks up, "Which they bloody probably are."<br /><br />The small one gives him a look before he continues, "..because if they were correct, it is most likely the Amalj'aa was what raided the shipment and that is /very/ bad. Very bad indeed!" They all stand up, beyond the human, and kneel before the group as they all speak together, "We ask of you to please get back as much of the shipment as you can and we will pay a rich man's ransom for it!"<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>%rThen there is a slam of one of the cards on the crate being use as a table by the human as he goes to stand up. He slides the cards into the satchel, before he goes to snatch the jacket from the tree and then goes to put it on. "Yes. Ask 'em bloody strangers to do some dirty work by sending 'em into a death trap. Sounds like a traffic plan." He then pulls out one of the cards and points it at the group, "Mark me works-- you go to far in that desert and you will enter his domain.. and if 'em beasts got enough, we will all be under his influence soon enough."<br /><br />With that said the human of the group then closes his eyes before a white glow forms around him, the air around him distorts, before he simple vanishes in a flicker of mystic light.<br /><br />The elf then rubs the brow of his forehead, before he looks back at the group, "Our friend there has been under allot of stress, but really. I really wont be that dangerous, beyond maybe some arrows, fire magic, and few spears.. but I am sure nothing you chaps can't handle right?" The Elf then points toward the direction they need to go, "..and they went that way, by what the moogles said. I promise you though, the gil is all the worth for this and I am sure you'll be back before morning light!" The direction he points seems to be off toward several mountains and past a few narrow ravines. It looks like rocky county that way, which means a possible dangerous hike as well.<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Then there is a slam of one of the cards on the crate being use as a table by the human as he goes to stand up. He slides the cards into the satchel, before he goes to snatch the jacket from the tree and then goes to put it on. "Yes. Ask 'em bloody strangers to do some dirty work by sending 'em into a death trap. Sounds like a traffic plan." He then pulls out one of the cards and points it at the group, "Mark me works-- you go to far in that desert and you will enter his domain.. and if 'em beasts got enough, we will all be under his influence soon enough."<br /><br />With that said the human of the group then closes his eyes before a white glow forms around him, the air around him distorts, before he simple vanishes in a flicker of mystic light.<br /><br />The elf then rubs the brow of his forehead, before he looks back at the group, "Our friend there has been under allot of stress, but really. I really wont be that dangerous, beyond maybe some arrows, fire magic, and few spears.. but I am sure nothing you chaps can't handle right?" The Elf then points toward the direction they need to go, "..and they went that way, by what the moogles said. I promise you though, the gil is all the worth for this and I am sure you'll be back before morning light!" The direction he points seems to be off toward several mountains and past a few narrow ravines. It looks like rocky county that way, which means a possible dangerous hike as well.<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:357|Hana Umikazeno (357)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One of the first people to appear is fairly short - perhaps a smidge shorter than the tallest of miqo'te girls - and clad in garments that would look right at home in the land of Doma... although they'd be flashy even for that distant country. If the horns on her forehead were longer and fuller, they might mark her as a padjal... but no, she is clearly not. The elezen-esque ears prove that. She is an outsider to this land, striding with calm, steady steps, with a map rolled up and stuck through one of the loops of cord at her sides.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first words out of her mouth are simple, and direct. "My name is Hana. Umikazeno Hana. I'm a mercenary, and a very good one, and I'm here for the contract. However, before I'm willing to accept this job..." One hand lifts, pointing at the place where the hyur had been before he teleported out. "Your friend. Who was he talking about? Who is this 'he' and what influence does he have? If there's a risk to this job, I want to hear it. /No matter how remote/," she adds, placing stress on that last part to forestall any 'oh, it's just a trifling thing, it's not going to happen'.<br> <br>

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Foxfirestorm at 17:16, 26 August 2014

Foxfirestorm: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/08/25 |Location=Hydaelyn |Synopsis=Several shipments of crystal shards have gone missing. Request for some 'adventurers' is sent out to g..."