"Suppose you throw a coin enough times. Suppose, one day, it lands on its edge."
About
Name... Rhuli'a Kanjun
Age... Thirty Summers
Gender... Male
Race... Miqo'te
Clan... Keeper of the Moon
Marital Status... Stargazing
Patron Deities... Rhalgr/Menphina
Nationality... Gyr Abania
Occupation... Master of the Comet's Cause
Alignment... Lawful Evil
Hair & Physique: A stark white shock of hair oft stood out in a crowd. A defined face lay below, marred by a singular scar, a mismatched gaze of ruby and topaz embedded within. Yellow his right, red his left, Rhuli'a prized the sharpness of his eyesight, proven in both the crowded craze of a marketplace and the dismal din of a battlefield. A single-minded attention was shown to his facial hair, ritualistically shaving it each morn, no matter what happened the eve before. With not even stubble upon his jaw, cheek or chin, the Miqo'te relished in taking to his features as a painter did to his canvas.
Tempered muscle stood out upon his arms and legs, broad shoulders complimenting them. A narrow waist and solid legs made up his lower half, his fluffy, ash-colored tail trailing lazily behind him, ever-moving and bushy. Weighing at just over one-hundred-and-seventy ponzes, Rhuli'a cut a lithe figure, more toned than bulging.
Scars & Markings: A red as rich as his own eye crested over his countenance, one day a fierce, challenging graphic, the next, a more relaxed, pious illustration. The only blemish upon this pristine portrayal of his faith was a jagged, dark scar, which started from underneath his right eye and saw its way over top his left. It looked ancient, as if the wound had happened some decades ago.
Clothing: Around others, Rhuli'a was not shy to flaunt. Expensive fabrics, weighty jewelry, and exotic materials littered the Keeper's person. The cuts, dyes and specifications all but assured that the Miqo'te always kept a discerning ear about the latest trends in fashion. Yet, there was never an outfit that felt wholly Ul'dahn, Limsan, or, if so inclined, Hingashan. There always reigned some measure of Ala Mhigan character towards his garb. An exposed arm here, a deeper cut in the neck there. Duality and symmetry were ever the natural compliments to the man and there was little convincing him to curb his want to parade his inclinations. Of course, in his heart of hearts, it made him feel much quainter than his fellows. Individuality was hard-won, even in these times. Rhuli'a took to the challenge with zeal.
Youthful Arrogance.
A fitting moniker for the Miqo'te. Cocksure even in his more humble manners, Rhuli'a's ambitions are as clear as the moon is against the darkened sky. Curt and to the point, the Keeper rarely relaxes, doing so only in the company of trusted retainers, lovers or those he has little to fear from. Appearances are everything in his mind, and he wishes to uphold the multiple facades and faces he finds himself in need of to navigate his split life.
On the other hand, once he does find himself in a more relaxed setting, he is a congenial, adaptive type. A calculated cunning sees himself in a different sort of mindset depending on who holds his attentions privately, and within his breast pounds a passion in interweaving the separate personas he creates into a single amalgamation of a mentality. With a chosen few, he relaxes his guard and shows a softer, caring side of himself that is genuine. Truly. Genuine.
But do not ever forget that his ambitions will remain at the apex of his concerns, no matter what words spill from his lips. Cloaked as they are, one could easily mistake peeling back a layer or two of the wiles of this fierce Keeper as having stripped away all pretenses.
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Likes
Strength
Gambling
Red Wine
Hunting
Poetry
Skills
An expert at coercion and Ul'dahn Pugilism.
A Fist of Rhalgr of the Third Chakra.
A businessman of no small repute, has won contracts, affiliations and more during his short time as Monetarist
Bowmanship of middling skill. Not unfamiliar with the weapon, but a far cry from a master. Favors the longbow over the short bow.
Completely amateur swordsman skills, yet trains with the weapon regardless.
Trivia
Favorite Food: Bear Steak Tartare
Favorite Drink: Any expensive vintage of wine, though, he carries a penchant for ones of the red, astringent variety.
Favorite Color: White
STATUS LEGEND
♥ In A Relationship: Rhuli'a is romantically involved with this character.
♥ Romantic Attraction: Rhuli'a is romantically interested in this character.
♥ Sexual Attraction Rhuli'a is physically interested in this character.
♥ Platonic Love/Family: Rhuli'a considers this person family.
♦ Friend: Rhuli'a considers this person his friend.
♦ Friendly Acquaintance: Rhuli'a considers this person mostly friendly, or as an ally.
● Good Standing: Rhuli'a has no specific feelings about this character, however they left a good impression.
● Neutral: Rhuli'a has no specific feelings about this character.
● Bad Standing: Rhuli'a has no specific feelings about this character, however they left a bad impression.
♠ Dislike: Rhuli'a doesn't consider this person a friend, and will talk if needed, but try to avoid them.
♠ Hate: Rhuli'a consider this person an annoyance, and will try to avoid them. Conflict can happen.
♠ Fear: Rhuli'a is terrified by this character, and will try to avoid them at all cost.
♠ Rivalry: Rhuli'a consider this person a rival, and will try to initiate conflict every time he gets to meet them.
♥ Family Member: This character is related by blood to Rhuli'a.
✔ Business: This character is either Rhuli'a's employer, employee, or business partner.
Akyhi was one of the first faces Rhuli'a became familiar with at the Grindstone. The Keeper woman offered beautiful words for Rhuli'a to weave into his poetry, and she has popped up in various places he has found himself in. Counting himself lucky every time he sees her, the Miqo'te is always ready with a smile and a hug if they cross paths.
The mother of Flora Valerian, this Hyur is a far cry from her daughter. It is almost unbelievable how the supplicant came to be born from such a woman, yet, born she was all the same. Rhuli'a dislikes her licentious and uncouth manner, thinking it does not befit a woman of her station. However, he keeps a pleasant demeanor in her presence, less he gives offense to a notable conjurer of Gridania.
Autgar Bloode(♠/●) - One Whose Blood May Yet Run Hotter Than Mine
Rhuli'a first met his fellow monk at an Ala Mhigan Rally within the Quarter. Thinking him affable enough, he spared no thought into welcoming him into his network and giving him a linkpearl. However, due to a rather -unfortunate- happenstance, Autgar clashed with Rhuli'a briefly, causing the Keeper's practiced countenance to break quite dramatically.
Thinking him little more than a thorn at his point, Rhuli'a will be hard-pressed to trust the Hyur as he did before.
There are few on this star that Rhuli'a carries more hate for than Garleans. To see one within a city and absent of a noose wrapped around their neck further stokes the flames. Though he's learned to hide his fury and has taken a solemn oath to treat her like any other, Rhuli'a is constantly on guard around the woman.
As oath-bound as he is, the Keeper is not above subterfuge to see her in the gallows, where he truly believes she rightly belongs.
Rhuli'a, on his way to swim, happened upon the Midlander sunbathing and killing time. The two soon found themselves in an intimate tumble within minutes of meeting the other and have carried on much of the same during their time together. The Miqo'te enjoys pitting the woman against many foes and dangers, pleased with the almost unerring calm the perky treasure hunter handles the situations she finds herself in. A crack shot with a firearm, deadly quiet when she needs to be, the only thing preventing Rhuli'a from bringing her into his retinue is her infallible devotion to 'good'. Lamenting her scruples, he does his best to keep his plucky companion from the more dishonest corners of his life, ever ready with a warm smile.
A Resistance soldier that Rhuli'a approached at the Ala Mhigan Rally in the Quarter, Rhuli'a was well-pleased to find a stalwart soldier within the man. The Mixedlander had been naught but a steady ally from then on, if willingly ignorant of decorum. The Miqo'te brought Reddwing in especially to tame a monstrous True Griffin the Cause had captured in the Peaks, well pleased at the progress the man had made. However, upon a previous venture, Rhuli'a and Falken came to harsh words and, once again, Rhuli'a's pride lashed out as a striking snake.
Parting ways on bad terms, Rhuli'a sees no wisdom in pursuing the man, and suspects the Hyur thinks the same.
"Oceanside, did I find thee, quietly conversing with she. Moonlit both too, you were, family, quoth you. Humble and demure to me, I knew also, a blessing found by the sea."
Rhuli'a Kanjun met Fiona Delaine upon a pier while seeking out Veyha Yanjahl. Rhuli'a had aimed to see the latter act as chirurgeon to his wounds, but was surprised instead, to see Fiona offer her own powers in the She-Keeper's stead. Working her foreign magicks upon his skin, the halfbreed woman asked Rhuli'a for his sweetest memory. The Keeper promptly lied, causing the magics to abstain from mending him. Pressing him gently, Rhuli'a met her kindness with a streak of anger and resentment, baring his face, instead of a practiced persona, for her to see. Surprisingly, she handled his outburst with aplomb, neatly restoring him to his earlier vigor. Surprised at her tenacity, Rhuli'a handed the woman a linkpearl and promised he would be in touch.
Some time later, the two reconvened, this time Fiona acting as an auxiliary to Rhuli'a's band of irregulars. She proved herself a calm and collected mind in the midst of battle, and her skills did not escape Rhuli'a's notice. Since the purge of Goodblade, Rhuli'a has always welcomed the witch into his retinue whenever she finds the time to appear.
Due to an oath, Rhuli'a now considers her much closer than normal, almost as family.
Luckily for her, she isn't quite there, yet.
Being introduced to the soft-featured Midlander by his wife, Rhuli'a's first meeting with the man was breaking bread in the Hyur's abode, a splendid mansion nestled deep within The Goblet. They spoke on their theologies and found kinship within their respective priesthoods. Right away, Rhuli'a pressed Ghalleon's good humors, aiming to see if he could secure an ally within the Order of Nald'Thal, bring yet another to his route and lift a threatened debt from being levied on a slight against a fellow Priest of Nald'Thal. Ghalleon saw to all of this, and, as a result, delved into the Miqo'te's company, curious to see his employees and deeds.
The Hyur was not disappointed in the slightest after Rhuli'a won scores of victories in the following moons. The two of them, along with one "Nathaniel Carver" soon oversaw an expedition into a Belah'dian crypt rich with silver. Rhuli'a orchestrated the plot expertly, and using boons both Ghalleon and "Nathaniel" provided, saw the three of them much, much richer. A great wealth of the silver was cut in half, divvied upon two secret locations and steadily drawn from each passing moon.
Rhuli'a finds the man to be respectable, powerful in both the field and the negotiating table, and a strong, compassionate husband for Flora to spend her life with.
Rhuli'a chanced upon meeting the soldier while taking a sojourn inside of the Ala Mhigan Quarter one eve. The two shared brief words over Hassan's lunch and Rhuli'a's cup of arak, each finding the other amiable. Offering a few avenues of work, Rhuli'a has not heard from the Highlander since...
"Caught 'twixt one world and the other, mixed blood, newly made mother. As a flake of snow, cold and indifferent at first turn, yet learn, and find a buffer. A warm, just heart beats within, for folk noble and small likewise. Birth, in her eyesight, is no prize, there is naught to surmise. So approach, without askance, for you will find naught but cold steel and fury at the tip of her lance."
In the Canopy, the two met, in a grand stroke of luck that would see Rhuli'a with an affiliate of high standing in the future. Happening upon Hestia while she was apparently taking a sojourn with her soon-to-be husband, Rhuli'a quickly seated himself at the table, offering drink, tales and songs in compensation for his intrusion. A merry time was had (to his wine-soaked recollection) and they soon parted ways. However, moons later, the pair met once more. Strolling through the Lavender Beds seeking an adventure, Rhuli'a delved into a boutique. Quite to his surprise, he found both Killian and Hestia browsing the selection offered there. A newly forged Monetarist at that point, The Keeper was quick to rekindle their "relationship", inviting the Dame to a dinner to catch up and discuss business. Much to his surprise, Hestia agreed to meet him with no protest to his forwardness.
At Mhor Dona, Rhuli'a used every ponz of his savvy to convince the Dame their courses for Eorzea were not so diverse. Of course, they weren't, but Kanjuns offered naught to chance. Soon, he found backing with the woman, and after, called her to service in cementing his route's safety through the Peaks of Ala Mhigo.
Moons later, in the midst of another spell of wanderlust, Rhuli'a was bid to visit the estate. Curious as to the intent of the meeting, the Ul'dahn Lord found his way to the manse, and was gifted with affiliation of the house, for naught more than a choice pick of the reagents of the land. Seeing himself walking away with much more than they, the contract was swiftly inked and sealed, the Keeper grinning madly all the while.
Now, with the promise of an airship route in his ever-growing pockets, Rhuli'a is keen to see the relationship between himself and Hestia blossom into much more than business partners. He finds her to be a stout, dependable ally, with business acumen that threatens to surpass his own. Enjoying their conversations outside of business, Rhuli'a makes time to ensnare the woman by her lonesome, eagerly chipping away at her mask to see what lies beneath. In his heart, there glows a rather large and boisterous sense of pride that he saw the Dame in battle while the seed of her husband had quickened within her. To him, it will lend the child or children strength.
The Miqo'te's key ally in the north, his matriarchal tendencies see him spare an iota more of loyalty and politeness to the shrewd woman. Though, another reason is that she has not strayed in his path thus far. Rhuli'a wishes this to continue. Complications are expensive.
If Rhuli'a ever happens to hear the word 'driven' or 'focused' an image is conjured in his mind. A Thavnairian merchant woman who has given him both less and more as time goes on. This Miqo'te woman wrote the book on being by-the-book and in some areas, the Keeper is grateful for her demeanor. Between her and her twin sister, K'erah, Rhuli'a has established a mutually beneficial trade between their two companies. His is to deliver various Eorzean materials to the pair, and they to manufacture and distribute the goods. Profit flows into both party's coffers and there is little more than that.
However, curious as to her views on business, life and such, Rhuli'a spoke to the woman on the eve of a market he had invited the two to. Finding K'alya alone, he learned a great deal at the somewhat admirable neutrality of the people of Radz-At-Han and her views. Thinking her a staunch ally in the business world, Rhuli'a has made himself willfully ignorant to any scruples that may drive a wedge between the two. After all, no need to make things personal.
The now-Baron of House De Bayle and Rhuli'a first came across each other at the Canopy, where Rhuli'a had also chanced upon Hestia as well. Weary from the road, and reluctant to drink alone, the Keeper took to the table where the couple was seated. Initially offput by the strange fugue that hung over Killian, Rhuli'a soon realized that the man was working on some sort of project. Thinking him focused rather than intentionally dismissive, Rhuli'a considers the man queer, but not a bad sort at all.
There is, however, surprise that dwells in his breast over Hestia's choice to wed the man. Seeing only oddities and quirks, rather than any real strengths has left the Miqo'te ignorant, though he has little interest in developing the relationship with the red-haired Midlander.
First meeting this plucky Keeper of the Moon in a criminal-infested dive, Rhuli'a was quite surprised to find she was ignorant to the general clientele. Nonetheless, he found her quite pleasant to talk to and eventually struck a deal. Kogoeru and hers would help forge the initial path of the trade route, the beginning leg of it stretching through the Black Shroud. Ever grateful for the assistance she provided, Rhuli'a was quick to include her on his next venture.
The Belah'dian expedition.
After seeing her provided with both alchemical and spiritual needs, Rhuli'a read over the full report she drafted with pride. Not only had her mercenary group retrieved the silver, they had done so relatively free from wounds and without stirring too much attention to the wealth that was buried deep within the catacombs. Seeing a portion of the profit provided from the foray divvied her way, it looked to be the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship.
However, after a chance visit to Naosiene's club, the two found themselves at odds with one another. Rhuli'a's pride and racist inclinations towards Seekers drawing ire from Kogoeru and her reluctance to stand on her own two feet drawing his. Parting with a bitter taste in his mouth, he has not seen her since, though they speak often across the linkshell.
Rhuli'a met this escort deep within an Ul'dahn club. Loud music, flashing lights and more lit the stage as he watched the Keeper dance. An exchange of pleasantries, flirtatious remarks and a sizable amount of gil later, the two were pressed deep within the other's arms. Lux meeting every demand Rhuli'a made, he was almost stunned by how expertly she slipped into any role he charged her with. Enchanted, she was the first woman of pleasure to ever leave such a mark upon him. To this day, he keeps that night tucked away in his memories, wistfully remembering her.
This monk happened upon Rhuli'a in the midst of his meditations. Wary of the Highlander's appearance, the Miqo'te was soon pleased to find out she was also a practitioner of his art. The two became occasional companions, with Rhuli'a taking quite the interest in the woman after she joined the Flames. One can never have too many birds flitting about, and one that is unaware of her position is the best spy of all.
An odd merchant Rhuli'a has kept in contact with in order to have a continuous supply of alchemical draughts which aid him in sleeping. Plagued with nightmares as he is, he thanks the Twelve every day for the luck to happen across the man, who had just what he needed. The two greet each other with some measure of friendliness, though if either were to run into the other in some dark ally, knives would surely be drawn.
A Hingan Au Ra who, when Rhuli'a last recalled, was seeking to break away from her master's house. Aiding him in small regards both here and there, Rhuli'a made the error of divulging the nature of Keepers to the woman, who was ignorant to their polyamorous ways. In utter frustration, she stalked off, ruing the day she had ever me her betrothed. Rhuli'a knows not the outcome of the situation or the whereabouts of the woman, and sees little need to find the answer to either.
Stoic Iron(♦/✔/●) - Would That I Had One Hundred Of Him
A strapping Hellsguard who strode right into Rhuli'a's office one day. The Roegadyn soon explained he had heard tales of the man, and wished to act as bodyguard in order to strengthen himself for a coming trial. Taking to the offer in utter amusement, Rhuli'a accepted, and the two traveled far and wide across Eorzea together. Soon, the Hellsguard learned much of the world outside of his secluded village, and Rhuli'a earned a loyal axe to watch his back as he dove into situations of increasing danger. It culminated once Stoic Iron confessed to seeking out a particular bandit, who had murdered his brother, Bold Iron.
The two eventually tracked the killer down and Rhuli'a watched with a savage glee as Stoic nearly cleaved his quarry in half. Having claimed not only vengeance from the corpse of the murderer, but his brother's warrior soulstone, Stoic has since taken to a wanderer's life, occasionally dropping by to assist Rhuli'a's in small matters and to provide a looming wall of steel to deter any from assaulting the Keeper.
Uji'li Jexaia(✔/●) - Loyal, So Long As My Coin Holds Out
To both, I am drawn to. Impassive stares, seemingly bereft of cares, each crack among the countenance a blessed breakthrough.
A hunter without equal, if her ferocity does not win the day, I know her expertise will, through focus bow or blade.
The night to my day, the moon among my sky. Forever will I lose my way, staring into her eyes."
Rhuli'a was sent to Veyha Yanjahl at the behest of her mother. As of today, he thinks this was the greatest boon she could have ever given him. And so, with his face heavily bruised and marred from a duel earlier that day, he made his way to the Sable Tree House. There, he languished on the lawn, until she came out to greet him. Right away, Rhuli'a was impressed. Heavily scarred, accepting his words and propositions with aplomb, she offered a gentle, healing touch to him, without asking for aught in return.
Thinking nothing of it, he left with a smile on his face, and far less marks on his countenance.
Much later, during the talks leading up to the Ala Mhigan Market Night, Rhuli'a needed allies. Plans, schemes and more flit through his head, a plan for a grand trading route to be forged chief among them. However, he lacked one simple thing.
Merchants to actually traverse the route. Stalls to fill the streets of Ala Mhigo.
Try as he might, Rhuli'a found little more than random street vendors who pledged themselves to his cause. Grateful as he was, the Miqo'te not unaware of the widening gap between him and other Monetarists. Afraid that he would squander his initial nest-egg of wealth, the Keeper traveled once more to the Shroud, brow furrowed as he passed once more into this land that held little place in his heart.
There, under the roof of the Sable Tree House, he laid his plans bare before Veyha. The dark-skinned Keeper woman listened as any learned student would, before nodding and pledging to see herself and hers along it. Overjoyed at having such an established company sign on, Rhuli'a found the flame in his heart to start bringing more under his wing and along the road he promised to establish.
Midway through the establishment of the route, Rhuli'a invited Veyha to a hunt. The Ul'dahn lord had a penchant for undertaking leves that dealt with stalking quarry, as it soothed a savage itch that would well up between various city outings. There, Rhuli'a learned of Veyha's pursuit towards truth and empathized with her on such. When asked on his own views on it, Veyha had little argument to offer. Seemingly out of the blue, she asked him of his family. Rhuli'a kept the history curt, not wishing to delve into such a painful subject so early. Soon after, the two lost themselves deep within the Burning Wall, trading stories, killing game and striking down a stray Mirror Knight that wandered across their path. The leve complete, Rhuli'a and Veyha both had their blood stirred. All else before them struck down, they were poised to turn on one another, eager to see who would stand taller...
Unfortunately, the She-Keeper was called away due to an urgent task. Promising Rhuli'a they would have their bout, she swiftly departed, leaving Rhuli'a hungry for much more than what she had offered.
Prior to the hunt, Rhuli'a had been awaiting the delivery of his new bow and saw Veyha to his abode. She noticed he had some skill in Goldsmithing and, seemingly in jest, asked of jewelry wrought of Belah'dian silver. Rhuli'a scoffed at such, asking her if she even believed that such a dull metal could match her radiant beauty. It was not until they met again, in the Peaks of Gyr Abania, did he realize what had been blossoming in his chest, quickened ever brighter in wake of her savage nature.
Atop a plateau did they exchange words, Rhuli'a, for the first time in his life, feeling slightly intimidated. Never before in his wanderings had he met someone who roused such songs, feelings and more from his breast. Presenting twin bangles, he offered both gift and affection towards the woman, who accepted gracefully. However, for the first time since they had met, Rhuli'a spied a gleam in her eyes. Gone was the usual, placid sheen of yellow that he was usually greeted with. And, the bright light that flitted about those lurid orbs was not one of mirth or glee.
It spoke of purpose and ambition. Rhuli'a felt as if he could drown in them. Midway through his stupor, however, he heard a polite query.
Veyha asked of Rhuli'a his convictions. Questioning the proud Miqo'te if his faith was strong enough to heed her every word, no matter what may loom in danger overhead. The fiery Keeper, ever eager to prove his mettle, swore then and there. Smiling pleasantly, she nodded, and set to duel him. It was there, the first lesson was taught. As Rhuli'a readied himself, she called for him to lay his arms down, and submit. The Ala Mhigan, levin still flitting about his wrists was puzzled, thinking it no more than a ploy. Veyha repeated herself, eyes narrowing and the tension growing palpable. Rhuli'a balked, he swore, he resisted. Every drop of his Gyr Abanian borne blood screamed for him to defy her. Then, as she turned her back, he realized he could no longer see those luminescent pools. The absence of them chilled the Keeper to the bone and he realized that he had an otherworldly need of them.
Tearing after her, Rhuli'a's entire attitude had shifted to one of apology and subservience. Then, with his head bowed and grip upon her wrist, he begged for her forgiveness of his folly. For a moment, the star stood still. Then, she turned, lifting his head up with a gift for him. A prideful smile, well-pleased that he would set aside his pride for her. Overcome by emotion, Rhuli'a embraced Veyha, kissing her deeply and wishing the moment to never end.
It did, of course. A queer fact niggling at Rhuli'a for sennights after they departed. She hadn't kissed him back.
On the night of the market, the ash-haired Miqo'te was ecstatic. Many and more had flocked and traded wares, Sable standing out among the rest. Rhuli'a kept himself busy the entire time, sparing only a tick to call out to the woman and implore her to meet with him after everyone else had absconded. In time, they did find one another, and took mutual enjoyment in needling K'alya Basari. Soon however, the Ala Mhigan and Gridanian joined hands and found themselves in the Royal Menagerie. Eager to show her every square ilm of the venue, Rhuli'a began to work up his courage on broaching the subject that had been as onus to his otherwise carefree mind.
Among the flowers, one tucked away in his hair by her hand, he felt like a schoolboy as he asked her why. The answer he received was so simple, he let out a huffed guffaw at the audacity of it. Righting himself, he leaned in once more, Veyha finally intent on returning his affections...
And passed over her, instead promising her he would only do so the day she rendered him speechless and bereft of any other thought than the passion 'twixt the two of them. As he pulled back, he caught a different glimmer in her eye this time. One of unyielding warmth. Something that the two shared for one another, and kept the other comfort across the wind-whipped top of the Royal Palace. Rhuli'a also sensed something -else-. Some scent that lit a faint glimmer in his heart. The two parted ways, wishing they did not have to.
Since then, the Miqo'te have visited each other oft, one always ready with tales, song and more for the other. As of late, Rhuli'a facilitated an affiliation between House De Bayle and Sable Tree and has his heart yet filled with pride for the strength of their budding relationship. Soon, he hopes to stir an affirmation of affection and love from the woman, and see his place by her side as consort. Each new sun yet offers opportunity and quarry to pursue to see this end met, and Rhuli'a takes to each one with a hunger unmatched.
"Upon tattered webs of silk, spun by her hand do I fall. Round and round, her influence within my mind spreading akin to a pall. Darkness, warm and comforting, surrounds my person assuring my safety. Even still, in her flock, I balk. For I most supplicate wholly to my black-clad lady."
Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category!
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◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely!
■ "Ala Mhigan AND Monetarist? And then has the nerve to parade around in that garish outfit during the Market? Disgusting, I would think him better than that." - Ala Mhigan Merchant
■ "There's so many supplies coming through here, these days, bound for Ala Mhigo... There's a man who is organizing some massive trade route, from what I understand. But-- ought we really enable this? Once Ala Mhigo has power again, we all know what will happen." - Hearer, Camp Tranquil
■ "I think I overheard the master of the trade caravan talking, over there. You know, the one that goes to Ala Mhigo? He's a Keeper of the Moon! It's nice, don't you think, seeing one of us get real successful in a big city like Ul'dah?" - Miqo'te alewench, Buscarron's Druthers
◢ Uncommon Rumors -A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!
■ "He's the one what led a bunch of folk out to Goodblade to kill them Muud Suud. And I been selling twice as much arak ever since, on account of... you know, folk actually being able to get here, and all." - Arak distiller, Ala Ghiri
■ "Ten years a dog of the Mirage and now he sups upon finer food than most of their ilk? Queer, I had thought most under the thumb of that den content with their lot, giving no mind to rising above their station." - Merchant Lord of Ul'dah, Three Cups of Wine Deep
■ "白は死の色です." - Kugane Resident
◢ Rare Rumors -Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!
■ "I hear he feeds blood to his sword to appease the demon in it!" - Suspicious Sutler
■ "I remember, long afore things turned to shite here, there was other folk that lived up in these mountains, raisin' mushrooms in the caves. They was miqo'te, Keepers of the Moon, so I didn't see them much, save for at night-- woman had a load of children, all girls 'cept one boy. Guess that's how that goes, with them." - Mountain Hermit, The Lochs
■ "I saw two o' 'em! They was in front o' that property a' his. Same size, same build, white hair! Two! One had twin yella eyes though." - Local Town Drunk, Shouting From A Lock Up
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◢ Player Character Rumors -Feel free to add rumors of your own!
■ "Driven. Accomplished. And ambitious. A dangerous combination, but he plays nice enough so far. I don't trust him all the way, but he's been good to me." -Fiona Delaine
■ "You ask of Sir Kanjun? He is a man of fierce ambition, something I identify with. I can see it in his swagger. In the gleam of his irises and quirk of his grin. I am never quite certain what goals he plans to set forth next, or how he intends to execute them. He has not yet broken my trust, however. Nor fallen through on his promises. Let us hope for his sake, he nevers grows insouciant." -Hestia de Bayle
■ "It's rare that I meet someone whom I'm able to describe with a single word, one that succinctly encapsulates the essence of their being. For Rhuli'a, it hardly needs consideration - the word is sharp. His wit, his smile, his tongue, his stance, each a razor's edge in its own measure. When first we met, I was struck by twin impressions; the uncanny sensation that I was somehow being swindled, and the uncanny sensation that I ought to let it happen." Alric Siegryn
■ Two Rules Open Communication. Be Cool. I'm willing to play a lot of things since this is make-believe land. Don't inject your weird fetishes into my game willy nilly. That's breaking Rule Two. Just talk to me.
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Credit
Thank you all for letting me use/alter your codes. If it weren't for you my wiki would not look how it does.
