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dps parser ([personal profile] parser) wrote in [community profile] dpscheck2019-07-09 01:51 pm

shadowbringers

shadowbringers
beneath the stars
It's been a week since our newest expansion officially launched! And, I know, I know... some of you already have a lot of feelings that you need to air out. But canon updating in your games is a struggle! And so is finding PSL partners! Luckily, that's what we're here for.

This is a post for you to play out all the Shadowbringers-related content you might be dying to write. Behind-the-scenes nonsense? Between-the-scenes angst? It's all welcome here!

1. Toplevel your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops.
2. Reply to other people's top levels!
3. Have fun!

⚔ Please clearly mark all spoilers in your thread subject lines. Clearly indicate whatever spoiler preferences you may have. We're only a week into the expansion, officially, and there's no shame if you're not far in it or haven't started it yet.

⚔ You are welcome to play characters who are new to Shadowbringers. However, please try to avoid topleveling with icons and descriptions that convey major plot-related spoilers.

If you aren't certain about a character's playability, feel free to PM [personal profile] parser.
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[personal profile] rewritten_history 2019-07-10 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
(ooc: HMMMMMM do I dare?)
extrarch: (who fights?)

[personal profile] extrarch 2019-07-10 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
{YOOO. I think you should dare. They'd find this fascinating.)
rewritten_history: (ears: windswept)

[personal profile] rewritten_history 2019-07-10 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
(ooc: Oh, I think you're right, and I must, I must!)


[Even in the days following the Warrior of Light and of Darkness's heroic deeds in the First, when time begins a measure now in cycles of day and true, blessed night rather than in the passing of the hour or the season as it had for near a century, he finds it all hard to believe. All of his efforts had come to fruition, all of his research, his study, the experiments.]

[The pain. The anguish. The soul-deep ache of loss, the splendor of joys and hopes and dreams realized at long, long last.]

[Though he dares not stray too far from the Tower, his time with the Warrior has stirred the old wanderlust within him. In quiet times, when it all comes rushing back to nip at his heart, he strays beyond the city to the lavender forests just outside of the grand gates. Much to Lyne's dismay, he insists upon venturing out alone, and often he can convince her that he will return. Had he not been through the worst the world has seen already? A few lesser sin eaters what might happen to cross his path will not bother him, and he may well be helping out by dealing with them in any case.]

[Tonight - it is, indeed, night - he finds himself wandering again, following the same trail the Warrior had upon first entering this world. It is quiet enough, he knows he will be unmolested by their dwindling enemies, and it is a relief. His thoughts have drifted with him, sprawling to the corners of their universe, and for once, the Exarch is having a hard time reigning them in. He still has so much to do, so much left to offer, and as sleepless as the Tower has left him with the energy that it supplies, it isn't helping now.]

[In a small clearing, his footsteps amble to a stop and he looks up to the stars above, beauty unmarred by weather. His hand, crystalline and glistening, reaches up to sweep back the hood to feel the wind on his ears, in his hair. Oh, what a sight.]


I shall never tire of this.
Edited 2019-07-10 06:01 (UTC)
extrarch: (who flies?)

[personal profile] extrarch 2019-07-15 11:26 am (UTC)(link)
(ooc: my deepest apologies for my delay in response - i decided that i should review a few things, and then that turned into me outright replaying shadowbringers on another character, but i'm here now and here for this!)



[In another time, the Exarch peers through the rift from one world to another and labors in preparation for a new spell. He grips his staff tight and closes his eyes. He breathes in, letting his consciousness drift, spread, merge more fully with all that the Tower is, all it can be. His entire being thrums with aether.

All has been set in place, and the alignment is right. It is now or never.

The Exarch taps his staff upon the ground as he reaches out, fingers splayed wide as he pries open a hole and reaches through the Gates.

Something is different this time, however - a flucutation in the aether, in the time between the worlds, in -- who even knows what. And he scarce has time to gasp before suddenly he is pulled forward, stumbling blindly into the unknown. For a moment, he thinks this feels familiar, and then for several moments too long to be comfortable, there is absolutely nothing.


In this time, the Exarch who has finished his greatest task and who now peers at the stars and feels the wind shall unfortunately not have long to enjoy the peace of his night, for a pulse ripples through the aether accompanied by the familiar flickering feeling of a sundering of planes. And then, his sharp ears might just catch an... oddly familiar voice letting out a surprised yelp.

There is rustling in the brush, and a worried moan.]


What have I done this time...
Edited 2019-07-15 11:27 (UTC)
rewritten_history: (ears: before the way)

[personal profile] rewritten_history 2019-07-15 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: No problem at all! I'm doing the same thing with an alt of mine, but I decided I'd go back through the entire friggin game to date with her instead. So it's back to Limsa with me. HRRFFF! Enjoy that content though! It's so amazing!)


[Experience with the ebb and flow of time no longer beyond his ken, the Exarch frowns softly as he feels something change in the world around him. He had felt it again and again, reaching through the planes, first from the Source to find the First and relocate the Crystal Tower, then from the First itself, reaching out to find the Warrior of Light, now returned to his home world to carry on the fight.]

[But this is not the same. This time, he isn't reaching out. Something is reaching to him. The sensation is there for but a few brief moments, long enough for him to look around himself in wary anticipation before he spots it behind the bushes there, a ripple, as if on the surface of a calm lake, but in thin air where it shouldn't be. For an astonished moment longer, he stands and stares, unable to see who or what, then chances a few paces closer. Then the voice, and he stops completely, mouth agape in deepening shock. Did that just...?]

[It is another full minute before he can find his voice. His footfalls this time are ever more cautious, almost as if he expects this to be a trap of some sort. But who? What? That voice sounds so like his own - identical, even! - but it couldn't be... Could it?]


... Exarch?
Edited 2019-07-15 21:21 (UTC)
extrarch: (two-toned echoes)

[personal profile] extrarch 2019-07-20 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: omg - please enjoy! i'm sure it's an entirely new experience in many ways with everything we've learned.)

[Exarch the second - busy detangling himself from the plantlife - freezes at the sound of his name. It is that as much as the odd familiarity of that voice that causes his attention to shift from the brambles to the world around him, and suddenly it hits him that it's night. From the branch that has laid claim to his sleeve, he is fairly certain he is in the Lakelands on the First, but it's dark. There are stars overhead. It's --

has he slipped through time again? Though worlds?]


Who -

[He moves enough to see around the tree and loses all ability to speak for several solid moments, eyes widening as he beholds, well... himself. He tries to cover his shock - and the growing pit of dread in his stomach over how badly he messed up this time - by jerking his sleeve free at last and stumbling a step or two out of the brush.]
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[personal profile] rewritten_history 2019-07-22 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
(ooc: It really is! Especially going back through it all with a different character and starting in a new town!)


[In his unnaturally long life, much has surprised him, more still has shaken him to his core, but nothing quite so much as the sight of himself standing there, removing himself from the brush. Part of him wished to reach out to a stranger in need, and indeed one hand stretched between them in concern, but halted prematurely and hung there in mid air, uncertain.]

[What was he to make of this? With the First saved and the Source spared the Eighth Umbral Calamity, he himself should not exist, and yet here he stands. Now there... appears to be a second of him. From when? From where? Concern rising within him, he draws his hand back to his side, looking his mirror image over once more. His eyes told him a story his mind struggled to believe, though he knew, somewhere on the Source at that very moment between worlds, his younger self still slept in the Tower, alive and well.]


Are you... ? [There is no hostility to his tone - rarely had there ever been - but there is a note of the wary, as he well should be. But he hasn't forgotten who he is, still warden of this land, protector of the people within, including this stranger, should he be friend.] Are you okay?
Edited 2019-07-22 10:19 (UTC)