Showers

[Stepjam]

From what I understand about lore, and I know the restoration item lore is VERY serious, most Ishgardians don't bathe so they use soap as weapons rather than cleaning tools

[TheMightyMollusk]

That explains Estinien never cleaning his damn armor.

[SigmaOZ]

Showers are cool but what we really NEED in-game is a TOILET or at least a latrine.


Can't believe Yoshida let's Eorzeans do their needs wherever the urge strikes, I hate yellow snow and I hate stenches even more.

[Rannie]

Wait are you saying standing and running around in the rain doesn't count as a shower? Damn it I bought my carbuncle bath because its carby... it will lose value if I actually use it!!!

[Vyrerus]

Everyone's WoL has to keep a healthy layer of dirt on them for that dust that flies off their body whenever you use Form Shift(or whatever it's called now).

As for my WoL...

Vicious Zvahl's head turns towards Cali D' staring her right in her eyes. From his limitless 140 slot item satchel, he produces 94 legs of Roasted Chicken, which seem to be oven fresh, somehow. Never blinking, he proceeds to chomp down leg after leg of the roast chicken, bone and all. His gut never bulges, and he never undoes his Augmented Cryptlurker's Belt of Casting. He pushes his glasses up his nose, his gaze unfaltering. "Just as gods have no need to defecate, we never have the need to bathe. However, sometimes I bathe for entertainment." The last word, entertainment, dies on the Highlander's lips with a hiss akin to steam issuing forth from an industrial boiler. The odd Summoner turns from the droll Miqo'te and begins producing bottle after bottle of Frozen Spirits, downing one after the other, each empty bottle vanishing into the wind as if they'd never been.

[Vahlnir]

Everyone's WoL has to keep a healthy layer of dirt on them for that dust that flies off their body whenever you use Form Shift(or whatever it's called now).

As for my WoL...

Vicious Zvahl's head turns towards Cali D' staring her right in her eyes. From his limitless 140 slot item satchel, he produces 94 legs of Roasted Chicken, which seem to be oven fresh, somehow. Never blinking, he proceeds to chomp down leg after leg of the roast chicken, bone and all. His gut never bulges, and he never undoes his Augmented Cryptlurker's Belt of Casting. He pushes his glasses up his nose, his gaze unfaltering. "Just as gods have no need to defecate, we never have the need to bathe. However, sometimes I bathe for entertainment." The last word, entertainment, dies on the Highlander's lips with a hiss akin to steam issuing forth from an industrial boiler. The odd Summoner turns from the droll Miqo'te and begins producing bottle after bottle of Frozen Spirits, downing one after the other, each empty bottle vanishing into the wind as if they'd never been.

Still a better love story than Twilight.

[AngelCheese77]

I don’t even own a house.

[AncientWillow]

my fc room bed is a bath and a bed

[TheMightyMollusk]

my fc room bed is a bath and a bed

Now you just need a beyond.

[AncientWillow]

Now you just need a beyond.

I can fly behond :P