Guild Wars 2

this is just my personal re-interpretation of the end of this mission: http://wiki.guildwars2.com/wiki/Liberating_Apatia

i wrote it as a work that wouldn’t necessarily be fiction, but fantasy in general. i would like to someday write fantasy, so this is a work of learning, so please give critque

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there was little much of her left, of her body anyways. what remained was a rotting husk with bits and scraps of rotting tissue attached, ambling and wobbling in its unmoving cage.

i pulled a broad head and tilted the shot so that it would strike flat, i bent my bow and sent it into the back of the skull, surprisingly little juices flowed from something so rotted.

“she was your admirer, warmaster, you would do her honor to bury her proper.”

“we shall, and later we will deliver her sword to her stead and give her final act to the skald”

and what a better way to honor a nord. with pinched noses and some speed we layed the corpse and its head on the main platform, just above the water level. the so called “tower” as we had called it before our assault was little more than a conglomeration of erected ship-masts, and various wreckage tied together beneath the placid lake, with various platforms and scaffolding ascending a few stories above the deck. at the center on the deck was a well built structure, clearly not of the demons’ making, perhaps it may have been a collapsed lighthouse, pulled into the lake by the furious downpour during the days of settlement when stone lighthouses were yet to be quarried.

we gathered as much wood that was needed, and with a few trys we lit the largest pyre not seen by a nord for a few generations. While we mounted and checked our gear we watched the foul snake hive immolate and slowly collapse upon itself, spouting slow and pronounced groans, from those masts once cut from ancient trees before the first age.

as we rode off, the great beasts and mosshearts of these marshes gathered toward the large smoke tower above the fetid lake, and as the great masts creaked and slammed back into the water from whence they came, the few surviving krait slithered and scrambled with great might and muscle onto the banks that they had slid from so long ago, and they were quickly devoured by the boars and the skelks.

All it needed was but a push, and the great maw of the wilds swallowed the slavers’ legacy whole.