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 […]
The wild garden was quiet, and Fiel had fallen into the most peaceful of sleeps, cradled in a bed of green, lulled by the gentle stream nearby, warmed by the little griffon sprawled over his lap like a thick blanket. Not that he needed him for that, the place was cool enough. The Gilded Hollow. […]
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, […]
“You look like you could use a hand.” He’s not trying to be mean, or making a snarky joke –for once. For once there is genuine concern in his voice. He spotted it while walking along the broken shoreline not too far from the city-state of Lion’s Arch. He thought it to be another stray […]
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 […]
The first trip to Elona stung him in manners he hadn’t anticipated. It had been a fiasco, for sure. He went at it like a drunken fool, clueless, flailing in the dark and bumping into walls, barely escaping death at nearly every corner. He came back from it battered and bruised and shaken down from […]
The griffon is a menace, and there’s no stopping the little one once he gets started for the day — Gixx finds out, predictably, but even such an uptight scholar like himself can’t help but be charmed by the addition, and intrigued. Magister Turlough is given charge, predictably. And for now, observation and an attempt […]
“Magister?” No response. The sylvari frowns and knocks again, making sure to use the metal side fo his gauntlet. “Magister Turlough?” Truth be told, he’s not sure that the Magister is even here, he’s a terrible habit of roaming for a man with a bum knee, and it makes him a terrible pain to find […]
It was a terrible idea. There he was, scribbling at his desk, locked inside his cabin in the middle of the Godslost swamp instead of being out there, pulling treasures out of the possessive grasps of some ancient demon, or discovering the ruins of some lost city in the desert. But no, there he was, […]
————————————- 9 Zephyr, 1329 AE The other explorers suggested I keep a journal. This is a first for me, so this should be interesting. Dear journal, or whatever. I’ve been a member of the Priory for a little over two years now. They let me mount my own expeditions to Orr without their supervision, as […]
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 […]
Part 1: Trials and Tribulations Kryta: Three years ago, after the fall of Lion’s Arch. The impenetrable wall of white rose up before him. At some point, he could swear the crags and peaks that he thought he saw weren’t real. His fur-lined cloak was wrapped tightly around his armored frame. Shield slung over one […]
Divinity’s Reach. 1328 AE. “We can cut you a deal, Ironwood” An uncomfortable silence follows. Captain Montre looks at him expectantly. “What kind of deal” He watches him shuffle his papers around, like the officer has somewhere to be and would love nothing more than to be rid of the Norn, but that’s not likely. […]
The morning was crisp and cool as it broke over the still quiet of Divinity’s Reach. The city had yet to be warmed by the sun just now pulling its fiery head over the horizon. Gold of morning and silver of night mingle over the mist as it steadily sought it’s way to the villages […]
“We’ve had our latest mission go off with a modicrum of success. We saved some people, yes, but we were outplayed by a rather overdramatic, self important buffoon. And I don’t mean Palawa Joko. One Galleyranx the Render of Souls, and Eater of Dreams, one of his Awakened Generals. Possibly […]