Once upon a time there was a vain Mesmer whose sole goal in life was to look as beautiful and flashy as possible. But though she coveted cultural armors and hoarded rare dyes and drooled for that gorgeous Twilight Arbor skirt, there was one thing she desired above all: the legendary greatsword Sunrise.
Unfortunately this Mesmer was not particularly wealthy or clever or lucky. Being a Mesmer, of course, she naturally possessed a set of skills that Tyrians found useful in a variety of cases. She could assist people with obtaining unobtainable chests hidden behind the bodies of dead trolls, or give up to 20 people the pleasure of an easy 600 wxp behind locked gates (if you know what I mean). And for those nerds who threw parties where no one showed up, she provided an excellent parlor trick that allowed the room to look full – though plenty of Friesson’s ale was necessary to keep the other three guests oblivious.
But though these talents were handy sometimes, the Mesmer could not rely on them to accomplish her goals. Second only to her vanity was her valiance, and it was this tool she used to acquire the look she desired. She killed dragons and priests and golems and wurms; she ventured into the caverns of flaming citadels and played fetch with bug-infested, giant lupicuses; she even learned how to outrun a centaur (though quickly discovered that the real thing she ought to outrun was an Ehmry Bay zerg).
Hundreds of days passed and the Mesmer found herself using the Mirror, pleased at how she looked. She certainly had found a way to stop any negative projectiles, or commentary for that matter – her outfit was without a doubt ravishing. And she held in her hands three-fourths of the necessary artifacts that would allow her look to be complete with the addition of the legendary greatsword Sunrise. There was only one four-letter word standing in her way: Dawn.
After opening thousands of chests and killing millions of creatures, it seemed the Really Nice Gift gods had forsaken her. At this point even a Khrysaor drop would’ve pleased her (momentarily). She was considering a desperate, goggle-less jump off the Vizier’s tower when a thought occurred to her: maybe she should stop being so vain and learn to have a little more fun with her life rather than endlessly grinding. It was a novel idea! It was a refreshing point of view! She became very excited.
Five seconds later, she looked down at her beautiful Twilight Arbor skirt, dyed with the rays of angels eating cherries and iced honey, and decided this was poppykitten. Sunrise was not just a passing fashion statement, it was a burning desire in the pit of her leafy leafiness (which is why she kept a jug of water handy at all times). She didn’t just want it like the quaggans want their pearls, she WANTED it – like a karka hatchling WANTS your face.
To make a long story longer, the Mesmer decided to continue on her quest to find the final component for her Sunrise. First she offered up a prayer to the old Really Nice Gift gods, then to the new “Amphitheater Web” gods. Then she killed some more dragons and went on to become a Footman. You may see her around sometimes, jumping around to make her dress more noticeable, but be warned: do not approach her too closely, especially not within hearing distance. Because if you are unfortunate enough to be near her when she uncovers her Dawn, you may expect to find yourself quite deaf.
The end!
TL;DR: My loins are burning with desire for Sunrise, but no luck with Dawn (or any precursor for that matter) in 1800 hours of game play, so I’m continuing to keep my fingers crossed.
(edited by lover.8351)