“Come with me. We’re going hunting” Words innocent enough, but his trigger finger is itchy, twitching. His teeth hurt with a bareness he doesn’t understand and for the moment he simply doesn’t care. He finds the largos in the shallows, not because he wants to but because he needs to, because he doesn’t have anywhere […]
How far would you go? The answer was far enough. He’d left a note, he’d found someone, anyone to give it to and promised himself he wasn’t going closer to the mountains than he had to. He would not pose that risk again, even if the fear of it seems blown out of proportion, though […]
((Compiled from the IC Discord chat, as written by Quorgi, Blu, and myself. Minor edits for spelling, punctuation, and clarity.)) Somewhere, back at the guild hall, there’s a very angry norn barkeeper fending off a bright blue griffon with a broom. He’s definitely not paid enough to deal with rogue mounts. Tove’s jaunty whistle dies […]
Thunderhead Peaks, a battlefield he wasn’t anticipating to see, one he never thought he would if only by virtue of his apathy. Yes, he knows there’s a war on, yes he knows that life, death, the messy bits in between hang in the balance. He knows a lot about it, and it’s all been a […]
[ 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. […]
Ambrosine returned to Cap’s side, glad that her audience had, at last, evaporated. She was actually quite irritated at the people who had decided yelling was the proper course of action–for one thing, healing was delicate mental work on her end, and who operated well when there was yelling? No one, that’s who. It may […]
[NOTE: this is a direct follow up to @quorgi ‘s Praxis journals. Oh and @ambrosine ‘s Wolf and Raven journal, considering.] No. Just one word. “No” No, you didn’t search hard enough. No, you didn’t do all that you could. No, he is not dead. Fiel was standing squarely over the golden metallic floor, yet […]
He hits the ground. It’s unceremonious, it’s ugly. Only the branches and thorns above break his fall enough to slow him from a killer impact, the last stretch of it being a constant slide, and drop onto the ancient flagstone in the belly of the jungle. Whatever sense is left in him, rattled and shaken […]
Maguuma jungle proper breaks into the horizon by midday, and the raptor speeds towards the dense treeline as fast as Jesse will allow her. They’re getting close, he knows it, the tension is palpable enough that the urgency at which Cirice moves is well informed. An hour later the black bones of the airships that […]
She takes to the raptor well. He hadn’t been expecting much from her when she told him it would ‘be her first time’, but he can’t seem to care about those kind of semantics yet. The exemplar sits well in front of him, and props herself on the saddle horn as the raptor bounces along […]
She watches him unspool very carefully, like a loose thread on a bobbin, slowly spinning as it’s used and used and used until here’s nothing but bare bones left. He’s falling apart very quietly and without fanfare, the way he keeps his thoughts quiet, the fraying hairs that he hides under a worrying brim. His […]
Losses are losses, he’s made peace with this fact. Even two weeks out, he’s getting more done than he had in the same amount of time, but at the cost of being run ragged and dealing with his handler. The word still leaves a bad taste in his mouth. The charr they had lost the day […]
He’s reloading for the trip home, just in case, casting quick glances at the charr at his feet. Cowering, but alive. A juxtaposition from the past few years where he’s watch with quiet glee at how their bodies would cave in upon themselves, and the only proof he had to bring back was a head […]
“You knew this was going to happen” He doesn’t look up. It is, in most aspect, like he has just been pulled from the Seraph prison block again, ragged and dirty but this time they caught him at the docks, away from the other members of the guild. From his friends, and dare he say […]
[NOTE: this journal is a direct continuation of Splinter — Reaper posted by @quorgi, and was co-written with them.] [CW: gore and torture] The snow crunches beneath their feet. A crisp, if somewhat muted sound. It is familiar to the norn, reassuring even. Something reminiscent of home and kin. But today, it feels more like […]
[[ warning: a few gory details ]] He stares at the paper for a long while, lifting his hand to his chin and scratching the beard absently. “You’re sure?” he asks, sliding the paper back to his companion — the years had been kinder to him, and he’s certain the Norn has his own predilections […]
Lion’s Arch was not how it seemed. Not like it was, anyways, he remembers coming into port with his crew, he remembers sailing out with provisions to last them the trip around Orr and beyond, and after that…. Nothing. He hasn’t been that way in a long, long while. He doesn’t remember what the city […]
He recognizes hope easily in her face, he keeps it close as he wanders back towards the palace doors. Ralan catches his eye, and the officer’s brow furrows quietly. The captain knows this look. Words. Now. It’s not that he isn’t fond of the bounty officer, he’s simply the one he interacts with the most, […]
He leaves in the morning, wading through the water towards the wooden path the denizens have built to navigate around the deeper waters. There’s an outpost further south he does not dare venture towards, he’s seen the Seraph making rounds, and there’s a Fort not far from here. South is a bad idea, but Kryta […]
Color. A whirlwind. Grasping hands. It’s a dream he can’t quite remember, he can never remember when they come in strings like this. So he tries. He pushes on the strings until it comes back to him in scraps and slivers, or until the spiderweb memory breaks. True, it will reform, but not like it […]
There were few loyal to him until the end. He has no idea if they truly made it. Because they were silent rolling past the island today, no one climbing the sails, no one belting the shanties at the top of their lungs as they and sailing into port on the fateful day. He never […]
It’s dark out when he opens his eyes. It’s not unusual, there are few things in this world, in all of Tyria that could make him change his habits — trauma aside, of course, he’s had to change many habits because of that, but his waking habits are the same. Sleep for half the night, […]
The Mordrem fights, the scattered, clinging influence the jungle dragon still held had nearly killed them all, the whole of the Vanguard at least once, and he’s still struggling to come to terms with that. He’d been so far removed from the incident that seeing the beasts up close for the first time stunned him […]