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imagine being a hunt mark just wandering into the steppe chillin flexing doing whatever hunt marks do at 4 am and suddenly a horde of 7428174891748921 catgirls and etc come flying in on floating chairs and glittery dogs and dragons and hot air balloons with roses on them and flying elephants one guy on a microphone yelling HUNT RELAY ⋆ FUCKFACE >> A RANK SPOTTED <POS> before descending upon you to flay the shit out of you in 0.2 seconds and then they all high five each other and leave for the next one like a horde of locusts

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Ashelia Riot: Strange to see a familiar face here. Alaire Daerev: Oh very strange, I would think. Crimson Bull returning with a cup of tea and nudges Ashelia Riot. Crimson Bull: It’s hot, be careful. Ashelia Riot accepts the tea with a grateful nod. Ashelia Riot: Ser Daerev - Crimson Bull. A Riskbreaker. Alaire Daerev gives a little nod up to the man, shoulders still hunched forward, bent in a way that looks altogether uncomfortable. Alaire Daerev: Kindly met. Crimson Bull nods back in affirmation. Crimson Bull: Nice to meet you too. Alaire Daerev: Here with a mutual friend of yours - or… is he a friend still, I wonder? Ashelia Riot: I may have lost track. But I’d be happy to abide by whatever he believes. Alaire Daerev: Lost track then? Strange to not know where you stand with the boy - might work it out quickly, I suppose. Not certain what “he believes” either. Ashelia Riot: We’re Ala Mhigans. We’ll settle it one way or another. Alaire Daerev shrugs at that, still bent forward. Alaire Daerev: And I’m certain that means things coming to heavy blows with blood drawn. Knowing Abeodan I am surprised it hasn’t already. Abeodan Silverbrand turns back from the bar with a bowl of pudding, and a second bowl of artichoke hearts; combined with his grip on the cane and the hot chocolate he’d had, it’s getting a bit hard to hold it all. Abeodan Silverbrand stops dead of course when he notices the two Riskbreakers talking to Alaire Daerev, and despite the occupation of stuff in his hands, manages to shove an artichoke in his mouth before he’d be expected to say anything. Ashelia Riot: You’ve changed your hair. Abeodan Silverbrand: Yeah. You know. Run a business, now. Can’t run a business shit hair, tangles and. Abeodan Silverbrand’s hair, of course, is still tangled, the dye run out - but at the very least, the split ends have been chopped clean. Abeodan Silverbrand looks the woman up and down, most pointedly at her own, shorter hair, grinning for the first time tonight. Abeodan Silverbrand: Kettle black, right? Ashelia Riot actually blushes a little at that, and she realizes just how long it’s been since she’s seen him; then again, it’s a sign of her relationship with him - tumultuous though it is - that she responds point-blank. Ashelia Riot: That would have been the Garleans. Abeodan Silverbrand nods, another long pause of another artichoke in his mouth. Abeodan Silverbrand: Heard you did that. Heard still doing stuff. Part of, uhh… Work… statework. Government? Abeodan Silverbrand nods again. Abeodan Silverbrand: Yeah so far as “come to blows,” don’t know, you too official and busy now get beat up on? Crimson Bull frowns at that statement, tensing his fists. Ashelia Riot beams - or, rather, simpers - in a wholly terrifying expression. Ashelia Riot: Perhaps so. Alaire Daerev gives a heavy breath of laughter. Alaire Daerev: Quickly to it then, would seem like. Might wish to finish your food first before punching things out in the city centre. Crimson Bull drinks his tea, almost finishing it in one long sip. Abeodan Silverbrand grins back with a mouth full of sharpened teeth. Abeodan Silverbrand: Not in here, fuckin’… Ishgard fight. But you know, Ashe, silence more a “I’m sort of scared to say I only got arms for working papers, now,” ain’t a “yes,” “no.” Ashelia Riot: Well, it’s been lovely. And I hope we’ll have the means to reconnect again soon. In Ala Mhigo… or under it. Ashelia Riot: A pleasure, Alaire. As always. Abeodan Silverbrand calls after her as she and Crimson Bull depart. Abeodan Silverbrand: Keep some metal on your skin! Don’t really remember stabbing running well for you first time over. Yeah!

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i had some Thoughts™

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cute hair for a cute bomb maker

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cute hair for a cute bomb maker

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unmute this now

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“Um, excuse me, sir? Can we talk about that?”

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Looking for RP: Vilde Eres.

Have you seen it? There’s a cottage in the woods, overgrown with moss, choked by ivy, and sealed with gaudy, tinted petals. There’s a gutted hut by a jutting drawbridge overgrown with eglantine and ivy and framed by a running creek that cuts through the fog like a silver thread. Stained-glass windows wink with a kaleidoscope of colours that have lost their lustre, and a jutting chimney reaches up and into the fog. There’s a crescent-moon hole carved into the wooden door, and the cottage - however lonely it might appear - heaves a sigh as if in tune with the wind.

There’s a golden glow behind those burnished, rattling windows. There’s a coil of smoke that rises from the spout of the cypress chimney. There’s a creak to the old floorboards, and a formless, silhouetted figure that passes by the candle’s warm glow. There’s a black cat with golden eyes who lingers by the windowsills, sitting by the rosemary and lavender plants with an ever-watchful gaze. There’s a groan to the door, and an absence of dust along the windows.

There’s a cottage in the woods where the stale scent of dead things haunts the cold midnight air.

Have you seen it?

Vilde Eres runs a small apothecary out of an isolated cottage located in the heart of the Shroud. It is within a house cluttered with potted plants, overgrown vines, gnarled tapestries of swelling tree roots, and stagnant spirits that he conducts his business. Vilde proudly grows, gathers, and cultivates all of his own ingredients, refusing to brew anything but the best to those that will pay for his wares. The witch is capable of concocting lustrous fortune potions, ghastly poisons, luck charms, sleeping droughts, and much, much more. Many of his potions are of his own creations, and he is ever eager to test them on willing (or unwilling) subjects.

In addition to his apothecary, Vilde offers his spellwork as a product of trade. Ready and willing to perform curses, hexes or charms for customers willing to pay the correct price, his manipulations are as eclectic and eccentric as he is. His erudite understanding of the human body makes him an adept healer at mending a range of maladies, from cuts and bruises to more unorthodox complications. He’s a good healer, and he’s excellent at keeping secrets.

In personality, Vilde’s disposition is pleasant, airy, dreamy. Optimistic and infallibly hopeful, eager to find a friend in everything, and anything. Trusting to the point of fault, and kind to the point of naïveté. Vilde is intelligent, ritualistic, curious, insightful, and softly-spoken. He’s greedy, power-hungry, and ravenous for knowledge. He’s easily swayed, mild-mannered, and ever so woefully manic. Odd, and eccentric, he can be endearing, just as he can be surprising.

The heat and sand have his visits to the desert sparse and short-lived, though he does venture there from time to time wrapped in pale silks from head to toe all save for his spotted tail; protruding past too much chiffon in a mess of sand-blasted spots and pale-lilac fur. Vilde’s business in the jewel of the desert largely pertains to a listless hunt for ingredients that are unobtainable within his home in the Shroud, and rarely will he ever venture outside of the city’s walls. In Ul’dah, Vilde is likely to seek out a guide to help him navigate the city’s winding tapestries of twists and turns, a mercenary to safeguard him from the shadier parts of the city, or other sellers of disreputable goods in order to better discern his “competition”. 

He doesn’t visit Ul’dah often, unless it is to see a client, or for a meeting. This is the least likely place to find Vilde.

Shaded from the harsh rays of the Vyldbrand sun under the broad rim of an eglantine-adorned straw hat, and a gilded pair of tinted pince-nez, Vilde’s journeys to La Noscea usually occur at night. He can usually be spotted dwelling along fisherman’s bottom in search of herbs, spices, and food unique to the costal regions. He enjoys the company of the sea, though he lacks the wherewithal to seek it out for himself; preferring instead to listen to tales of its majesty than taste, or touch it. In Limsa, Vilde is most likely to seek out merchants and sailors for trade and safe passage home, he may also seek out storytellers, libraries and temples.

These trips are just as short-lived, and Vilde is almost always gone before dawn.

The Twelveswood is and always has been Vilde’s home. From the cluttered arbour of the East Shroud, to the musty bog of the Southern reaches of the woods, he ventures through every inch of it. He knows every vine and every petal as if they’re his dearest friends, and just where he ought to visit to replenish his ever-dwindling supply of ingredients. He’s bonded to the forest in an extremely unique way, and views it almost like an old friend and confidant; one he feels an obligation to safeguard and protect. In the Shroud, poachers, other Keeper of the Moon Miqo’te, hunters, adventurers and lost spirits are entirely likely to stumble across him. He also has made a name for himself amongst the Wood Wailers, who do not tend to like him. Vilde is also somewhat known within Gridania as a healer, and as a Hearer. It’s likely that those looking for more unorthodox methods might be pointed in his direction.

Vilde’s trips to Gridania are sporadic yet quite frequent, though he usually visits during the night, and can be found wandering the Yainu-par, or through the Gilded Fane. 

Darker inclined characters might know him or might have heard of him as a trustworthy and discreet source of potions, poisons, curses and healing aid.

Vilde is a healer who does not ask too many questions about where inflicted wounds come from. He’ll do his work and be done.

His treatments are generally natural though unconventional. He can tend to physical injuries, illnesses, withdrawals, protection spells as well as breaking magical curses. He’s also quite skilled at embalming as well as funerary rites.

I would really love for him to take a few more patients under his care for treatments, and I’m super open to discuss this further!

Vilde has an interest in learning about Ishgardian society, and how to be a Normal Person. Due to his relatively isolated lifestyle, he is largely unaware of a lot of social cues (including things like clothing, not to eat with his hands, etc), someone to help him learn manners, table manners, and things like that would be really lovely. There’s someone he’d like to impress with his newfound decorum! 

Some of the potions kept amongst his collection contain hallucinogenic qualities, and otherwise illegal paraphernalia. They’re unlike somnus, or fogweed, but those who know of the right places to look would have undoubtedly heard of Vilde’s interesting brand of magical mushrooms and hazy plants.

Wanderers lost in the woods are likely to encounter him or his cottage. It’s off the track, and fairly deep within the woods, but it isn’t especially hidden away or out of sight. 

Merchants or couriers are likely to meet him - either for a delivery of items or a transaction for something new. I have a million ideas for possible buyer/merchant relationships.

Other Keepers of the Moon might be familiar with his clan name - I’m more than open to discuss this ooc to figure something out if you would like to explore this further!

I’m eager for him to meet other spellcasters or magic-users since there is still quite a bit that he wants to learn when it comes to spellwork.

He has a bit of a bad reputation with the Wood Wailers, and I’m totally open to having him “hunted” by someone paid off by a Wailer who is tired of Vilde’s nonsense.

Vilde also tends to take injured animals under his wing to nurse back to health and release. Maybe he found a pet belonging to a distraught owner?

Poachers or regular “hunters” within the Shroud might just receive a visit from him. 

Hellooo! I’m Sunny, I’m 24 years old, and I’m from Australia, so my timezone can be tricky. I primarily do multi-paragraph roleplay, though I don’t always expect my partners to match. I fully believe in quality over quantity, but it is just my preference to indulge a little with my writing! I love dark and spooky plots, romance, slice of life, a little splash of combat rp and horror, so I’m really only interested in plotting and writing with people who are over eighteen years of age! I’m more than happy to discuss limits and levels of comfort with my partners prior to beginning our roleplay, as I strongly believe in communication! Also, if you’d like to rp but don’t see anything in this post that could engage your character with Vilde, I have MANY alts! I’m happy to roleplay both in-game, or over discord, though the latter will always be my preference as I find I can be a lot free-er with my writing when it’s on discord, but I’m absolutely down for in-game scenes as well!  If you’d like to get in touch to talk about a plot or anything like that, you can find me at Sunny#4558 on discord!! Thank you for reading! 

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@thefreshpawofeorzea had this idea and i immediately launched myself out of my daily 3 hour afternoon Angery Nap to make it into a terrible, terrible reality

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Y’all will accept magitek arms and legs, sentient robots, demons and creatures from other dimensions, a motorcycle, airships, even holograms and computers! But heaven forbid a cell phone makes it into Eorzea and suddenly it’s too damn much™.

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I thought about this all morning

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Echo: *happens*

Warrior of Light:

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4.4 Added Furnishings Indoor and Outdoor

You guys Rhalgr has blessed us this day. Look at all these pretties! I feel bad for those who entered the contest and can not change their homes until November. (Aka me. Excuse me while I go cry)

Happy Patch Day Lovelies!