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Mahz's Dev Journal

@NuttsnBolts I know it's frustrating for everyone, not just me, but is there any way that he can just revoke privileges.

Mahz's Dev Journal

Frankly I feel it's very irresponsible/selfish of Mahz to not let anyone try to help when he doesn't even stick around for more than a month and lets the forum rot without him.

Mahz's Dev Journal

Honestly with the way he keeps constantly disappearing that's the first thing you guys should have done.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

MENTIONS: Everyone

Neve couldn’t help but allow a small smile when she saw Goug’s eyes twinkle at Arton’s words. She hoped that he remembered to keep that promise. If not, she would buy him the treats herself. Her smile faded, however, when Izayoi spoke. She had almost forgotten that they had stepped foot upon an old battleground, and Izayoi was the bane of many Edrenians in her prime. After a moment of thought, she gave her a nod of agreement. Mother forbid that someone found out who she was. Neve wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out what would happen if they did.

The conversation moved on to Galahad’s parents, then coffee shops. For some reason, meeting one of their parents was exciting, especially if they were as important as they sounded. For some reason, the dragoon didn’t seem to be excited as he should be to be in his hometown, but she didn’t question it. Eliane was excited to try out the coffee shops and Neve giggled when the red-haired woman stated that she wanted to spend weeks trying out each shop.

”I think we deserve to have a little break after what happened last night. It would be nice to sample the coffee shops,” Neve found herself chiming in for some reason, but her voice drifted off near the end of her words.. Oh, maybe she shouldn’t really give suggestions if the party was divided on what to do next. Thunder rumbled above them, and she glanced away towards the stores that lined the streets. ”At the very least, we should find some shelter. There’s a coffee store right over there…”

She motioned at a larger, two-story cafe with an open dining area on the second floor. It seemed like a hospitable-enough place, with large pots of flowers decorating the storefront. A strong aroma of vanilla and coffee beans wafted through the air and cut through the acrid smell that wafted through the air.

Mahz's Dev Journal

What's the course of action now that Mahz is gone again?

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

MENTIONS: Everyone

They woke early the next morning, when the light from the sun hardly broke through the stormy mists and permeated the dew on the grass. As always, they clustered together as they traveled. Goug’s wagon stayed in the center, and from her position on chocobo-back, Neve noticed that the poor moogle’s bobble jerked at any violent rustle of grass. The previous night’s attack must have jarred him– then again, she wouldn’t be surprised if they all had been bothered by the apparition of the Blightbeasts. She clutched her reins and moved on.

Neve was fully awake and refreshed by the time they departed the Stormseas. What was once a seemingly endless field of emerald had withered away to dirt paths and massive quarries. Her eyes widened as she drank in the sight of the pale stone walls that encompassed the deep pits. Men and women in dark blue uniforms darted back and forth at the very bottom of the quarries, crying out orders as heavy, four-wheeled machina helped haul coal from the depths of the mines. Acrid smells of oil and dirt and coal assaulted her senses, and she wrinkled her nose as they remained steadfast on the narrow paths. How could people tolerate the stench? It had to burn the throat and scorch the lungs… she wondered if they ever became ill from spending so much time in the quarries.

Luckily for the party, they only had to loop around a small handful of them and the powerful smell vanished from Neve’s nose as the mountains towered above their heads. The buildings of Midgar rose along with them; tall, yet staunch things that were crafted from wood and hefty stone alike. Yet, their size didn’t compare to the backdrop of the snow-capped mountains not far from the city’s farthest borders. Silvery peaks seemed to scrape the sky itself, and no matter how far Neve tipped her head back, she just couldn’t pinpoint their summits against the dark gray skies.

Midgar itself appeared to be an impressive city, at the very least. Besides the large buildings, dirt roads unraveled in front of them and chocobo were neatly tied to steel hitching posts. Civilians of all kinds meandered back and forth– they called out from storefronts, sipped coffee together as they lingered around cafes, and rushed back and forth on chocobo-back with packages hooked onto their saddles. Bright, colorful neon signs flickered from their perches at windows and large store-signs. It was different than Balmung, but also similar in a way. It seemed that all of Edren’s cities and towns bore the same amount of urgency and unrest.

Neve sniffed and rubbed her nose as their lot headed for the closest unoccupied hitching post. Wind gusted about them again and nagged at her hair and flooded her ears. She rubbed the side of her head in complaint as she cast a confused glance up at the turbulent skies above. ”It’s going to storm… and bad, looks like,” she mumbled to no one in particular.

”Thank the Mother we made it here before it did, kupo. Midgar’ll provide us with shelter,” Goug said as his stubby paws deftly helped tie hers. His glittering eyes flicked across their number and gave them a twitch of his nose. ”Which means you’ll have time for leisure here, kupo. Go on, hurry off. I’ll take care of everything here.”

Mahz's Dev Journal

So did Mahz disappear again or..

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

After reviewing your character, I don't think they're a good fit for this roleplay. In all honestly I think that they wouldn't be able to mesh well with the character dynamics so far. Sorry.,

Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

The pair had slipped away from the main hustle and bustle of the market street and onto more quiet roads. Bluemoon was pleased to see that she could finally stretch her wings without worrying about bumping into anyone or keeping an eye out for any stray stingers. There, the dragons of the Scorpion’s Den milled around aimlessly, taking in the sights of the night sky or eating smoked meats from the nearby stalls. Some Sandwing soldiers rested near an open window, and a MudWing had stuck their head out from inside of the clay home to converse with them. A small RainWing was curled against the cool stone of a storefront, snoring gently in the moonlight. Bluemoon felt the corners of her lips pull upwards. Though these dragons were somewhat unfortunate when it came to money, they all seemed at peace.

Hemlock’s question made her perk up slightly before she turned around to face him completely. Though her words were calm, a shadow had fallen over her azure gaze, as if she were silently warning Hemlock about one thing or another. ”No. Queen Gila’s the ruler of the whole SandWing kingdom,” she said. ”That includes the Scorpion’s Den, the SandWing castle, and the entirety of the desert.”

She flicked her tail dismissively. The SandWing soldiers had turned their ebony gazes towards them in disdain. Well, guess it was time to move on again. Bluemoon offered them a small smile before she padded deeper into the quieter parts of the city where houses were clustered together and windows were completely dark. Her claws scraped quietly against the cobblestone of the pathways as the cool desert wind brushed against her spines. When she was sure that they were alone, she leaned in to whisper into his ear.

”Hemlock, you shouldn’t ask things like that about Queen Gila around these parts. I know you’re new to Pyrrhia, but I don’t know if the SandWing soldiers would appreciate a stranger asking so many questions about their queen.”

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

MENTIONS: Izayoi @Psyker Landshark, Galahad @vietmyke

Galahad was right. Though they had fended off most of the Blightbeasts, there was still the chance of being pursued by another pack. Neve tenderly made her way over to Galahad and Arton, making sure not to place too much weight on her injured ankle, before she got to temporarily mending the worst of their wounds. More would have to be done once they made camp, much to her disappointment. Helping people came naturally to her, but she hardly rested the night prior. She was lucky she hadn’t fallen asleep on chocoboback; she could only hope that she was able to get a good night’s rest when she laid her head upon her cot.

Eliane and Galahad were kind enough to retrieve their birds. Goug arrived with them; the poor moogle was shaken and his fur stood on end as if he had been struck by lightning. Neve helped him back into the saddle of his draught chocobo, which he thanked her for profusely. It was when she mounted her own that a bolt of complaint shot over her ankle. A ripple ran over her lip as she raised the hem of her robes. Muddled russet wept from the leather around her boots. A grumble left her as she lowered her staff and held the tip against the leaking wound. The Cure spell took more energy out of her than she liked.

They traveled for a while longer until they made camp under a black sky powdered with stars. A belly full of cheese and honey brought Neve to the brink of dozing off in the dirt. She caught herself nodding off on more than one occasion, and when she almost tipped over she shook her head and dragged herself to her feet. No, no. She couldn’t fall asleep yet. There was still more work to do. She trudged towards Izayoi and Galahad, shielding a wide yawn with the palm of her hand and blinking blearily as she approached.

“Before anyone takes the first watch, I need to re-check Galahad’s wounds,” she murmured. ”I wasn’t able to get a good look at them back on the road.”

Neve turned her tired gaze to the dragoon expectantly. She hoped that his injuries hadn’t gotten infected; if that was the case, they would need further medical attention.