Life goes on

A final fantasy XIV rp-blog for the Character Marvik Hawkewind. Main: Balmung (NA) Now also on Balmung ( avatar by @klynk-klank. )

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Prompt #27: Benthos

He was a good swimmer, it was like being able to fly without needing wings. And the elementals that dwelled in the Shrouds many lakes and rivers never once had hurt Marvik.

It was easy to forget that he didn‘t drown because he was at their mercy but maybe thats just how far his trust in them was. How big his trust in this one ancient elemental that dwells deep in this lake was, down at the bottom where he could see all sorts of plants and animals. They scuttled away before the padjal could get to close but that was fine, he was here to recharge, to be unbothered.

Simply letting himself sink onto that bottom and looking up at the reflection of the suns light into the water, pink hair simply floating just like the plants in the gently sway of the water. Here were voices and speech are forbidden and he is completely normal.

This was a safe haven.

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Prompt #24: Illustrious

The illustrious position of being rich in a city where nobility falls and ascends by the amount of penny.

Where money is even so deeply ingrained in the religion you sometimes wonder if maybe the Trader aspect of Nald’Thal was maybe a bit of an aftereffect, maybe once it was simply to be for their trading of life to death and from death life. A fair and steady cycle. Nald for the living, Thal for the dead.

Perrin couldn’t help some of these musings as he prepared himself for another long night, another inventionation for a social outing. Fingernails carefully being attended to by his hired hands, while the roegadyn women behind him tried her best to put his short hair to scene. Let it frame his face to better accent his make-up. Draw attention to his features, such as the sharp eyes, soft lips with an disarming smile.

Ah, if a sigh could escape him right now at the prospect without ruining his employees work of today he would have.

What a glorious life. Gold for the living, gold for the dead and for everyone else the brutality of life in a city that did not care for its weakest. Maybe their patron gods weep at their childrens arrogance.

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Prompt #22: Fluster

It was such an early morning and while it was not the padjals way to sleep in...it was harder to wake up on time when he stayed in Atlans room. The blankets were comfortable and the half-elezen let him sleep as much as he want. If anything he could have sworn Atlan had properly tucked in him again before going to his tasks for today.

Being pampered like this flustered the padjal.

So he doesn’t speak about it but not because he takes it for granted.

He just doesn’t know how to properly tell.

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Prompt #20: Petrichor

( Involving @liminal-storage ‘s fae man. )

These dreams were always so lucid.

Especially when the rain was heavy, heavy enough that even the dwellers beneath the Shrouds canonpy actually felt it. The heavy smell of it in the air, it made the padjal so drowsy and before he knew it he was out.

And the dream was always so vivid.

The smells, the noise, the world. He felt each muscle move in tandem with his heavy arms and legs that almost seemed to make the ground shake each step he took. Or how the trees bended out of their way to make space as if Marvik had become this massive being that would otherwise bend them until they snap.

Maybe it was a weird power fantasy, maybe he just really liked being finally taller then everything else in his view?

For a fantasy it certainly came with a heavy head as if his horns had become much larger and fierce as he walked through this place mindlessly like he was ontop of everything, how smaller creatures seemed to avoid and run for cover when they spotted him. It was fine by him, he existed as a hunter but also coexisted along with them. It didn’t take much when smell of the petrichor got mixed up with something else.

Blood.

And Marvik simply followed the trail even in this heavy downpour that seemed to have no effect on him, even as thunder was now starting to crash. Or maybe those were just his feet cracking along on the ground. It certainly warned whatever had caused the now more and more apparent trail of blood anyway and before the padjal was even aware of it he bellowed and caused the few scheme like hounds to reconsider their prey. Until a whistle came along that made the heavy head turn around along with those of the hounds.

“Oh?” Oh, Marvik remembered that noise and right now, the fae that came out from the underbushed seemed already far to amused for his liking. Before he knew it fangs bared at Actaeon. “Now this is quite uncanny from our last meeting, did you bite into the wrong thing?”

What? What did he mean? He didn’t eat anything fae. He didn’t speak to the fae, gave no name. So why did this one look like he was wholly too amused? And why was he looking up at him and not the other way around.

“I do have to say, it is quite the look.” 

......

Marvik woke up from his improptu nap clinging to the felt blanket as he just now considered what in the bloody hells this had been about, why had he dreamed that? Was he finally going insane?

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Prompt #18: Devil's Advocate

When had the classroom of the Scholastice been that full of noise, risen voices and the sheer tension in the air that Emeraude just by sitting in the back of the room could feel the sweat working its way onto her brows.

She wasn’t even sure how it had escalated so highly, there had been a discussion, a talk, something about a line or two in todays workbooks and before she knew it someone had said something that...had sounded plausible. That the existance of the Witch Shiva giving comfort to some of lower birth and people of desititution that feel they no longer have someone else to turn to and join the heretics.

Of course that act of devil advocacy had turned the entire course for the time being into a mad frenzy until someone started to accuse someone of heresy and the argument of “Maybe we should improve their situation somewhat” had fallen through. It certainly didn’t help that the priest infront was something of a...push-over, maybe they just looked forward to their retirement even more now as the volumne increased.

If Emeraude wouldn’t have been a coward maybe she would have joined in, she agreed to the logical conclusion part.

But she was a coward.

And so she sat in her little corner quiet even as the two arguing parties got forcefully split apart from each other.

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How to Play the Scavenger Hunt: Dreadaulain Library is a scavenger hunt inspired by the Fatal Frame series. Locate and take a “photo” (screenshot) of the people and/or objects listed at the end of this post. Once you have everything on the list, send it to my Discord Atlan#1783. You will be entered in a drawing for the grand prize of bust art of your FFXIV OC by myself and 5,000,000 gil.

Second place will receive 1,000,000 gil.

Third place will receive 500,000 gil.

It is NOT necessary for you to RP for this event to qualify for the prizes, but it is highly recommended that you bring a buddy or two along to enjoy the experience together.

Rules:

In order to qualify for the drawing for the grand prize, each individual, even if you’re in a group, must submit their own screenshots of all of the objects listed.

No sharing of screenshots is allowed.

Please keep RP and OOC chatter to /tell or /party so you do not ruin the fun for other people.

Screenshots must be turned in to me via discord at Atlan#1783 between October 1st, 2020 and November 1st, 2021 for your entry to qualify.

Because this event is open to everyone, the art prize request must be SFW.

People who go above and beyond with their RP experience may be given extra prizes. I’ve been very impressed in the past with the creativity of some people.

You absolutely may use this venue for personalized RP, but please keep in mind that your fellow RPers may want to share. Please be respectful and courteous toward each other. Keep RP and OOC chatter in private channels.

If you have any questions, please feel free to send me a message. Updates will be added before and during the event.

The hints of what you need:

Twin butterflies

A yellow crescent moon

A wine glass

A ghost in a hat

A bonsai tree

Woman in red

A gargoyle

A fancy hat

An incensory

A sword

A pair of shoes

A shield

A teddy bear

a pair of glasses

A can of paint

The library is located at Goblet Ward 8, plot 35 on Balmung. This is open to all servers on Crystal!

@mooglemeet @crystalxivrp @balmungrpcalendar @balmungrp

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Prompt #17: Destruct

Marvik looked up at the chocobo.

Swiftgale pretended he didn’t see his riders disappointed glare at him, instead the giant bird pointedly looked into the opposite direction of both the gridanian and the mess.

No, he had not caused the half down gatedoor that was now almost sadly swaying back and forth, only attatched to one hinge and the carefully taken care of bush parition was now trampled in, both Dera and Mazzag now peering curiously over it into the the rest of Hrystmill. The knocked over hay, kicked in wooden post, destroyed buckets...it looked like a bomb had exploded in the yard.

And the sole cause was the Swiftgale and the bird was very extremly aware of it being in trouble as Marvik sighed and started to rub his temple.

He even mused if he looked away for a moment and then started preening pink hair, if he did that maybe he would stop being angry right? The bird was good at telling from the body language how his rider was feeling and everything was pointing towards angry. So preening and gently crawing, little nuzzles with the beak, the usually aggressive and dangerous bird now pretending to be a big adorable hatchling to avoid getting into trouble.

It even seemed to work, as the shoulders of the gridanian relaxed and his breath came in less then a whistling tone between Marviks teeth. A hand ended up ruffling through the brown feathers and over the chipped part of the warbirds beak. Instead, it seemed there was more the question what had caused the bird to lash out to such a degree and the bird was quick to show it as it dragged the mangled remains of an Opo-Opo along, bristling his feather in pride. That intruder had tried getting into the garden to steal and Swiftgale and ensured it won’t.

With a sigh, Marvik only wished Swift hadn’t destroyed half the front-yard for it.

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Prompt #15: Thunderous

Her heart beat against her chest like the thunderous beat of a drum, the same drums she could hear when the knights went to out to war and fight the dravanians.

Emeraude had been able to hear them even through the thick of her walls and the through the mutterings of the waiting staff. She was barely tall enough to look out of the window to see them march off orderly, off to meet their foes. Her brother and father was marching there, along with other members of her family and the people under them.

Vassals of Vassals, if they died it wouldn’t have been for the Noevelle family but the House Durendaire.

She was too young to grasp the full complexity of the situation back then, she grasped the edges of it, the logic behind it even as her maid patiently told her all the details and that she is sure that they will come back. Her lord Sire was afterall a veteran of many clashes with the dravanian and if he took anything after him they both will come back victorious.

Her heart didn’t steady at all, she knew her father and brother well, both strong and agile and both had managed to survive and make it past the rigerous training that was needed to become a dragoon and still...still her heart crashed against her ribs in worry and anxiety. She already missed them terribly and they were barely out the gates.

How everyone else seems to get less terrified by the display was beyond her.

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Prompt #14: Commend

( mentioned @atlanlanning )

Marvik had to commend his fiancè, he really knew how to put those muscles to work.

He hadn’t even noticed just how highstrunk and tension filled his body had been until the half-elezen had just gently rubbed his shoulder in the kitchen when they had started talking about the plans to get to his familys cabinet deep in the woods. “Hey...you’re really tense, did you go working out again?” It had been an innocent enough question but when Atlan pressed down on the more pronounced knots in his shoulder the padjal had simply whinced and nearly ended up halfway on his kitchen counter. Yeah, he really was wounded up wasn’t he?

So now wonder that now that while Atlan had happily chattered, the gridanian was little but a relaxed puddle on bed, while his back was getting massaged. He’d commend his love even more if it weren’t for the fact that he was feeling rather lazy to move his arms properly to sign, so instead when the question came if it was good Marvik lazily gave the other a thumbs up. They should do this more often, even if it put him in the usually hated unguarded and vunerable state of being but with Atlan...with Atlan he could be vunerable.

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Marviks really just an Extreme Trial

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Prompt #13: Oneirophrenia

Content Warning: PTSD, violence.

Something had set the padjal off, a noise, a sound, something that the now unfortunates had to deal with.

It atleast came with warning as the aetherical scream and the roaring of the earth around Marvik rose to a crescendo, the aether visible, tangible as it clung to him and alight green eyes only were a moments flicker and after imagine before the first blow connected, the lancer the first one that got the wind knocked out of their sails as Marviks vision swam in the induced hallucination, the world was for him blanket in nothing short but a red sky and thick smog filled landscapes with schemes of uniforms and guns, machinery.

Then came the falling stars, the shooting stars that came from the heavens, the padjal not realizing that in reality the agonized earth heaved with his toil, large pieces of soil and rock lifting themself only to drop like the screaming reminders of Dalamund in his vision, a soldier coming into his vision with their shield raised high as they had managed to close the gap in was met with a launched kick of the armoured man, sending both of them sliding across the ground with Marvik on the shield from the aetherical strenghtened impact, an stone talon coming down even as the shadow soldiers mace hit him against the shoulder and off the shield.

Like a man seeing demons did the armoured gridanian twist and twirl across the improptu battlefield, each silent scream of at the phantoms being answered by the earth sending pikes upwards and spiraling outwards.

A long battle to ground the berserking padjal was about to ensue.

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Prompt #11: Preaching to the Choir

Marvik sat in the recluse that the walls of the guild hall usually left there for those that wanted to meditate.

Tonight, it was full with leadership, hearers and other high ranking members of the Stillglade and he was sure he spotted a bit of silver fur for a moment, musing if it might have been Lyn or not but it was hard to see him in the crowd of hyurs of all sizes and elezen doing a perfect job of crowding out anyone smaller.

Maybe after the current speakers are done preaching to the choir with their message could he end up finding his friend, or looking for him. For now a leg dangled over into the air as he atleast kept half an ear out to what was said on the stage, another more pressed towards the stone wall. Maybe an elemental could pop up any second and tell him a funny joke...Maybe. Or maybe he was just truly bored.

( @hiraethwyl baaaarely mentioned. )

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Prompt #10: Heady

Under read more cause NSFW also mild drug use

Days like these were nice, he guessed, mused, sort of sang to himself in the confines of his mind as he exhaled the thick cloud of smoke that quickly began to fill the room.

Marvik was hotboxing himself simply because he had been to lazy to atleast considering opening a window, then again, there was nothing in this room that was valuable or would yellow out from the smoke, so? He needed that blunt today, something to soothe the nerves, take the edge off of him and before he knew it as he reached that heady sort of haze, his mind drifted off elsewhere.

He was more creative, less restrained in those moments when the Moko Grass was for once taking the edges out of his senses and dulled his defenses. It allowed him to relax in a way that made Marvik openly to only himself admit to certain images and ideas that he would rather take to the grave then admitting it otherwise.

The chair wasn’t the most comfortable as the gridanian leaned back and allowed his hand to free himself and coax himself more and more into the mental play, far away from his usual mind theater.

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Prompt #9: Friable

Maybe this was to be expected, one thing lead to another and Perrin in his ever present social grace wounded himself up in another fellows manor as he simply had done nothing else but feed the lalafellins ego and smoothing out any waves that could be caused.

Now came the part where he would deconstruct. See how friable this mans ego actually was when the duskwight turned from the earlier social friendly butterfly to an almost aloof spectator, trailing a finger over the fireplace looking at the dust that clearly contrasted from almost midnight skin. A little tsk escaping his lips, if Perrin truly hated something on a personal level it was uncleanliness and disorder and that already was a netpoint against the fellow.

“....But alas such is a secret.” Ah here it was, the bait and switch of the smaller man to have Perrin beg for the scraps, it was clearly written in their face as how much they wanted the duskwight to try their best to coax it out. “Alright, keep your secrets.” Cool, aloof, disinterested and out of the corner of his eyes he could see how their face fell, the clear shock that their game was interrupted before it began and how the wheels started to turn, it was their move now.

Perrin could only muse how amazing this was, those that openly tried to appear more important then they are having the most shakey of self-esteem, where rejection to their means of egostroking send them into something of a thizzy. “Are you sure you are not a tiny bit curious?”

And that was the clue that Perrin needed, where he needed to angle to draw out that and more.

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Prompt #8: Adroit

Well, it was time for her to fill her journal, the pages of the little book full of things she has done over the day, things she felt over the day...

and the new plants she had planted into the bit of land the elderly hyur had given to her to do her little project, even if the missus had been rather verbal in her thoughts of Father Theomorat and his little lackey Paris...though her opinions on Paris atleast lessened to such a degree when she noticed how happy Emeraude was talking to the hyur.

She was becoming more and more skillfull in dealing with plants and heavy farmwork, despite having never worked a single day in her life as the daughter of a noble knight. But she had also quite adroitly handled the situation now that everything was clearly not going back to how it was, her own...situation made it even more impossible to turn back the wheel of time, aslong as she stable and not started worshipping the deity she could call upon in distress with the help of the crystal in her possession everything seemed to be fine...and besides there was a counter to tempering now, so there was even less to worry about.

No, Emeraude was for now more worried about being able to broaden her horizon given that she had been offered to travel to Kugane and beyond.

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Prompt #7: Speculate

( Mentions of @roses-and-grimoires and @reddevil-xiv )

Oh sweet Matron, maybe by the end of this Marvik will just be a faint memory, living on in the minds of friends and family.

Because the elezen behind him was starting to speculate that maybe this wasn’t some pure voidsent excursion and getting to poke some Imps. Especially because Marvik had towed Idristan and the two Adders along for such a long time and through felt half of the entire Shroud, to the point Marviks two faithful bodyguards had to beg for a moments rest as sweat ran off their brows and even Idristan seemed a bit more out of breath then usual.

All of this just to buy time for whatever Talia-err Talan, whatever, he didn’t yet quite figure the whole thing out, had planned for Idris. Just buy enough time that I can finish this, they said, just enough that he comes back to where ever it was after this bell passed. Well there had been needs of getting some of the Void infestation in the Shroud reduced and Idristan still seemed inclined to come along when asked ( with proof of such infestation ) to help a friend out.

Right now Idristan seemed more inclined to smite Marvik on the spot once he managed to get some breath back if the glare was anything to go by.

For the Matrons sake, whatever he was supposed to distract Idristan from better be worth it.