How long has it been. It’s the thought that repeats through the Guardian’s head as she messes with the buttons and laces of her uniform, tying knots and tightening the belts to hold her coat in place. The Ministry had called her in, requesting an update on the dragons, and if there was any way […]
[ CW: violence, gore… sexual themes? ] —————————————————————————————– He nearly missed that jump. If it weren’t for his clawed talons, he would have been tumbling down a several hundred feet high drop. Maybe he would have gotten lucky, and landed on one of the huge dessicated coral tables jutting out from every side of the […]
Dearest Koryander, May I beg a favor of you? There’s a woman of my acquaintance who could benefit from your expertise. I– Look, I don’t know why I started writing this like it was my normal correspondence. You’re no idiot noble I have to pretend manners at. The older sister of one of my dearest […]
The letter is penned in a fine script, though it is too precise to be hand written. Penned either by magic or machine is uncertain, but the ink is a deep purple that is almost black until the light hits it a certain way, and on a crisp parchment. Mr. Reed Ingrams, It has come […]
The night is warm and thick in Lion’s Arch. The encroaching summer causes the wet sea air to settle and crawl through streets despite the breeze. Spring sighs under it’s humid weight amongst a chorus of cicadas as it clings to it’s few remaining weeks. Isolde Blackstone’s eyes open, and her consciousness is greeted by […]
((SPOILERS FOR THE NEW STORY CHAPTER. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. In the absence of concrete lore this is all wild conjecture and I’m just making shit up. Also, Tuuli is my husband’s character.)) . . . . . . Three women stood in a large lab within the Priory. A fourth sat on a stool nearby, taking […]
The air was cold at the old lost shack in the swamp. White puffs of warm air were escaping his lips, melding with the mist that had overtaken the marsh. There was no light in the cabin, and everything was so dreadfully, painfully cold. He pushed the door, and the faint glow of the moon […]
[Note: since the subject matter is mostly a mystery in the world of GW2 at the time of this journal, anything written below is mostly headcanon.] —————————- Everything around him was dark. The bleak, heavy shroud of his birthplace. The all-enveloping, skyless amnion that was his universe, comforting like a womb, crushing like the belly […]
Case Files: Gladys Tucker Case Number: 02313204Filing Date: 31 Phoenix, 1332Services Requested: Surveillance, Theft Investigation <!––– –> Client Name: Gladys TuckerAge: 83Race: HumanHeritage: KrytanHouse: N/ATitle: N/A Notes: Had a lady come by the office on Thursday. Older, much moreso than my usual clientelle. Seemed surprisingly independent for her age though, didn’t need a cane or […]
Case Number: 02313204Client Name: Gladys Tucker Appointment Purpose: Theft Investigation (House call)Appointment Time: 15:00, 32 Phoenix, 1332Appointment Location: 17 Valley Ln, Shaemoore, Queensdale Notes: I arrive at Mrs. Tucker’s address just as I hear the Reach’s distant bells chiming for the top of the hour. I knock on the door, there is no answer. I […]
Step and swing. Hold. Step and swing. Hold. Step and swing. Hold. Fiel’s arms and back were burning. He reached the wall of the hill, so he spun around and swung again. His thick cotton shirt was getting damp and cold, but the fire of his straining body kept him warm. It felt so weird […]
He had been called, and so he came. Farrin knew something was wrong. Fiel had never, not once in his life, asked for his help. Not in that manner. His letter was vague. Brisk. More like a telegram. “Please come,” it said. So he hurried. When the skaald reached his son’s nest he found him […]
The norn drink when they party. They drink to celebrate, they drink to boast, they drink to mourn. Fiel, however, was drinking to forget. Nothing to celebrate. Nothing to bury. Every day, the young norn stumbled into the human monastery at the edge of the swamp, the one where they brew more than they pray, […]
Boy. You look pathetic. And he was. Hunched over a bucket at the Guild’s infirmary, Fiel was purging his body from all the ale in he had inhaled while trying to win a drinking contest with a hylek earlier in that water-logged tavern in Lion’s Arch. He lost. “Yeah, I know,” he muttered to […]
Tove sat quietly on the ground next to her bed. Her wolves had claimed the bed, since she wasn’t using it. She should be–it was well past her usual bedtime–but, well. Instead she was sitting there on the ground, meditating. She had a lot of thoughts and feelings to wrangle. When Randulfr flopped himself over […]
A largos. A blasted largos, in the Gilded Hollow. And she targeted Cap, too. Fiel was equal parts intrigued, angry, excited and worried. The largos did not have the best reputation, but having one so close… he had to try and talk to her, for his own curiosity. But her kind did like their secrecy. […]
Imke slowly opened her eyes. It took several minutes before she identified the Vanguard’s infirmary by the gilded ceiling. It didn’t help that vision in one eye was still a little blurry. She felt like a munched cog, for sure. Her body ached, and going right back to sleep sounded tempting–but so did drinking an […]
‘Bookah.’ She hates that godsdamned word. Bookah! Bookah! Bookah! As if it was the only word those little brats knew to regurgitate between their nonsensical equations and their miles-long scientific terms. It’s not like she didn’t try. Gods above, she did. She truly did. She remembers still the long days and nights spent in front […]
A mid-sized golem sat near the waypoint, emitting a quiet, electronic hum. It had soft roudned edges and looked non-threatening. It was a lie. “Look, I didn’ design this shit for Largos,” Imke muttered as she stalked away from it. Whatsit, a tiny assistant golem and her perpetual shadow, beeped quietly. “Who the hell designs […]
((Brief reference to current affairs.)) “I’m extremely annoyed by merely existing right now.” Tove flopped in the chair across from Ambrosine’s desk. The other woman kept carefully sorting her paperwork. (Was that a guardian thing? Like, what.) “Why is that?” Tove gestured to take in the whole expanse of…everything. “I’m still angsty over being single, […]
[ co-written with @quorgi ] ——————————————————————————————————— She had made one grievous mistake. When she came into the Gilded Hollow, she found it to be a sheltered and reassuring place. Something about its layout –an underground lake within a wide cave– put her at ease, and she took her time to explore the surface, and watch. […]
Those two going to the woods are mother and daughter. The mother goes singing, while the daughter sighs. “Why dost thou sigh so, my fair daughter?” “I have much ire in me, I sense my demise. I am woman by day, and by night a white doe, The hunt is after me, dark brings only […]
Her skin was a bit coarser know. Stiffer, but still supple. Almost like the shell of a freshly molted crustacean. It was odd. The grey patches that was covering her once ivory-blue skin, she could live with. But the stiffness… She would have to make do. Hunting game from the surface implied sacrifices. Besides, how […]
“Home sweet home, eh, son?” Fiel was finally putting his things down next to his bed, ready and eager to wash the stench of Orr off him. “To me, maybe. This is not your home,” he scoffed. Farrin’s features twisted in mock grief. “My only son… so eager to toss me out in the jungle, […]
She was meditating, alone between the crates and barrels in the cargo hold of the ship. Anything to distract her from the sound the water was making as it brushed the hull. It was right there, just behind a few inches of wood and metal, calling to her and her painfully dry skin. She endured. […]