• MaddAce wrote a new journal: Journal 1 year, 2 months ago

                 In the deeper corner of Lions Arch, away from the lights and noises of crowds and their celebrations, upon ragged and drenched rocks, sat a griffon. His darker plumage blended with the shadows caused […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Blunder 3 years, 11 months ago

    [pt3: TW for Gore, Violence, be kind to your eyes]






    Those seconds stretch to what feels like minutes as Gal sits in the mud, dust and splinters flying, and the Charr flicking back the hammer of his […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Descending 3 years, 11 months ago

    Why do you run

    Why do you not trust the world

    What of the fire inside you, the heart.

    Is there anything left

    B O O M 


    The sniper aimed high, and for that she’s thankful. What she wasn’t thankful for was t […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Burns 3 years, 11 months ago




    “Burn me.”

    The cold was rough here, this far north. It was raining, the cold mixing to make the perfect slurry mess that made any inch of open skin sting. It wasn’t dense though. It was enoug […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Scribbles 3 years, 11 months ago

    Wind cuts through the flaps of the tent and chills the air around her. It was warm enough both inside and out to keep the ice away, but the rain still stung enough.
    Why did it matter, it was common already.

    While […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Step Back 4 years ago

    “When I said take care of the animals or something, I didn’t mean literally.”

    Gal chuckled as she sat across from Adilia with her tea, stirring softly. “Yeah, well it’s about the only thing I’m good at right no […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Guilt 4 years ago

    The ale felt sharp in the cold as it hit the sylvari’s lips. She has to hiss and cough as it passes and travels through her, the leaves curling then undoing themselves all across the body.


    What a way to st […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Square One 4 years, 2 months ago

    The house is quieter, more still.

    The warmth is gone here. The noise of papers flying, stories of science and magic and fighting, the voices…Gone. She was there, her things were there, but everything else, […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: West 4 years, 5 months ago

    The news comes at dawn. The way has opened towards the west, deeper into the mountains. Deeper into Bjora. Gather what you have and follow the commanders. Come to me.A bite down on the scar that remains on the […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: A Feast 4 years, 6 months ago

    “Are you mad.”“No. I’m going back.”Bristling. It’s about the only thing that comes to mind about the feeling that comes across her skin. Bristling, energy crawling under the layers and struggling to find its es […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Rounds [pt3] 4 years, 7 months ago

    This was her punishment, she was sure of it. Going out alone, avoiding the others, trying to push herself to a point of exhaustion, all of it. It served no purpose but to prove herself, to at least look like she […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Rounds [pt2] 4 years, 7 months ago

    Falling. She remembers falling.Obons’ screeches cutting through the air after her. The flapping of wings as he struggled to reach. A sharp pull as he grabbed at her fur with the sharp talons, even sinking a co […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Rounds 4 years, 8 months ago

    Shadows stretch far past the walls as a new group of Vigil step out into the night from their hall, adjusting armor just before stepping forward. Those at the gate give them a slight acknowledge and soon, torches […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Safety 4 years, 8 months ago

    [ Before the events of 11/18]She took up his offer to stay in the old hut that sat in the middle of that old swamp. Not because it was a last option, but just how it sat on its own, surrounded by trees and hills […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Fightin' Words [pt 2] 4 years, 8 months ago

    It was a blur to her eyes. One moment she can feel her lips curl and the acid dancing on her tongue. The next…She was going to need a new desk. The blade was so embedded into the wood that it was splitting it […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Fightin' Words [pt 1] 4 years, 8 months ago

    It still hurts. Gallant was in her office, leaning back in the creaking chair with her head put back and eyes closed. Her face twists with a slight hiss as her fingers run over the bandages underneath her clothes, […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: [GW2] Two Birds, One Espionage 4 years, 11 months ago

    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 M […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Plans  6 years ago

    Gloved hands tap her jawline as Gallant walked about the walkways of the Ministry, whispering thoughts and schemes to no one with no real solutions and success. She was called in for another look over of her notes […]

  • MaddAce wrote a new journal: Stuck 6 years, 2 months ago

    It’s hot. That’s what is running through her head as she lays on top of the statue with arms extended out beside her and her head resting on rough rock. Her armor cooked, her skin burned, there are circles aro […]

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