Guild Wars 2

This is the diary of my character by the name of Ilya Galatheon, a young Krytan woman who is part of the White Mantle, the story is made to give more detail into the character which I roleplay on Piken Square.

This story will follow the character on her journey towards the Stronghold of the Faithful, before the events of Heart of Thorns, and in particular the story of the Forsaken Thicket unfolds.

This story with the intention to have people experience the story from another perspective; it is intended to give an insight on how Religious Fanaticism and brainwashing can impact an innocent person into doing things against their instinct.

I want to thank Arena Net for inspiring me to write the story, the style of the images was inspired by their facebook posts in preparation of Raid Wing 3.

I shall name you “Lyss”, for now, you are going to keep me company on my travels west. From now on, every day I shall write within you. Consider you my sister.

If something were to happen to me, You shall be my Legacy, My retelling of the events that are to unfold in the following days.

DAY 1:
I left Triskell today….
They knocked on my door earlier than arranged.
I had thought I had plenty of time to pack some things before heading out, yet, as I opened the door, They told me I had about five minutes to pack my things.

They were an unsavory type. I indentified them as bandits, dressed in red and black, bandanas to conceil their identities. They bore makeshift weapons, held together by leather straps.

I picked what I could, my heart filled with bliss, I was going there, a place unlike any other, to work with them, to cure Kryta of the sickness inflicted upon it.

The Road Leading West.
We travelled Lion’s Road Westward.

It took us a long hike before reaching what used to be a wide open field, nowadays, there’s rubble there from the tower errected by the mix of Krait and Nightmare Court. In the lake you can still see it’s remains.

This is but one of the blights left upon the land, the blame given solely to miss management of the kingdom.

About our company:
We are a group of seven, a caravan leader, three guards, me, and two civillians.

i don’t know the names of everyone, they seem not to talk much about themselves.

I was told not to speak with the other two, but I cant help but wonder if they are headed towards the same destination.

I cant shake the feeling that these two people have had something horrible happen to them, I want to help them.

I will try to speak with them, they look malnourished, dehydrated, in need of a smile.

If need be, i’ll try and get them some food.

What do they have to feel nervous about?
A few hours later we passed Fort Salma, I could feel that the guards and caravan leader were growing more tense. I feel like, even though its been hours, that we have been walking for years!

I wonder why they are nervous, The seraph currently attend to more pressing matters, what with the Mordrem Incursions.

We took refuge in the foothills overlooking Fort Salma, two of the company went out to hunt moa, one is on the look out.

I’m excited, soon enough i will get to be with those who share my beliefs, I will not feel like an outcast anymore, be able to give my all for Kryta, elevate her back to greatness.

…But that’s it for today, Lyss. Dinner is ready. I’ll try and converse with the others, perhaps they’d wish to share a tale or two!

===TO BE CONTINUED ====