• BluJ wrote a new journal: [GW2] The Ravens 11 months ago

    “Name of the guild?”   Oh fuck.   The name. He didn’t think of a freaking name. Why was picking the name always the worst thing about starting something new?! Fiel stammers. He has to find s […]

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    They do love that one asshole, don’t they?

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  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Whiteout 3 years, 4 months ago

    [cw: lil bit o’ gore]

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    Well. He’s done it now.

    Fiel was panting heavily, his ass in the dirt, the steam from the cooling bodies around him slowly rolling in the gelid breeze.

     

    He had thought that the […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Jigsaw 3 years, 5 months ago

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    He was sitting under a tree perched on the little outcropping overseeing the land below. 

    Drizzlewood was a gorgeous place. A little damp, but wild and mostly untouched. Was mostly u […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Bile 3 years, 6 months ago

    [CW: gore]

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    The sound was crisp, sharp, and regular.

    Stab. Stab. Stab.

    The crunching of ice, the wet squelching and snapping, the cracking of stone, the soft humming of metal that sang with each […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Orphic 3 years, 7 months ago

    The Cathedral of Silence.

    Not so silent anymore, what with the rhythmic clatter of distant hammers, mingling with the soft droning murmurs of the supplicants.

    The old temple of Grenth was being rebuilt. Not very […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Away 4 years ago

    A notice is pinned to one of the low-hanging branches of the undead tree, where it would be easily noticed by anyone who’d visit. It is hastily written.I’m going away. I don’t know when I’ll come back. For my ow […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Burrow 4 years ago

    His will pushes deeper in. In the vast, rotted realm of its spirit, Fiel digs. He sinks, as the blade of his mind cuts a path, and down he goes. Down, and down, and down… slowly spiraling into this dark maze, t […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Lethe 4 years, 1 month ago

    Fiel is sitting at the edge of the pool, chin in hands. Thinking.He is thinking back to moments earlier, when Riathan spoke of the North. Of Bjora Marches. Of Jormag. Of the Vanguard’s duties.Duties.His […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Maxima Culpa 4 years, 1 month ago

    That uncomfortable feeling in the pit of Fiel’s stomach was back. A familiar nugget of uneasiness and anxiety.He feels guilty, like he had not been for a long, long while. He’s not even sure why exactly, though he […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Conscientiam, Part 3:  Bis Repetita 4 years, 3 months ago

    He was sitting against the outer wall of the keep. Silent. Immobile.He barely felt the temperature, or the snow slowly gathering over him.Shapes moved in front of him. Voices… muffled around him.There were t […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Conscientiam, Part 2: Old Wounds 4 years, 3 months ago

    What a joyous, boastful line of merry men and women they were. About forty of them, give or take. Most had followed Arnlaug and his cousins from Hoelbrak, incensed as they were by the big norn’s speech and days o […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Conscientiam, Part 1:  Young Minds 4 years, 3 months ago

    “You’re ogling again.”Fiel straightened up quickly. “No I wasn’t,” he lied.Erland and Geirholf chuckled from across the small table. “I wasn’t!” the young norn insisted.Erland shook his head with a knowing […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Gone Home  (by Fiel and Maddace) 4 years, 3 months ago

    When Fiel comes home, he finds the tiny hut tucked under the great deck of the Great Lodge of Hoelbrak empty, and cold. It’s unusual, and would have been extremely worrying, had he not found the note left on the […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Rime and Madness 4 years, 4 months ago

    He sucks the air through his teeth and bunches up the fur around his neck. The frigid lodge barely warms up, Fiel’s meager fire is not enough to fight the dragon’s icy taint on the ravaged home.It’s eerily silent. […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Letter to Nemo 4 years, 4 months ago

    NemoYou don’t need to keep hurting. I’ve seen how it affects you, your life. For a long time, I thought that bearing the pain was what made one strong. That suffering was the way towards progress. Towards […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Demonblight 4 years, 7 months ago

    [ CW: violence, gore… sexual themes? ]—————————————————————————————–He nearly missed that jump. If it weren’t for his clawed talons, he would have been […]

  • Blu.J wrote a new journal: [GW2] — Vision 4 years, 9 months ago

    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 […]

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