Guild Wars 2

GW2 is a game wrapped with a story of heroism. Yet, we all know and love the champion cave troll of Queensdale. He quietly lives alone as a hermit with grubs in his cave at Altar’s Winding bothering no one. He is poor and under fed with only one thing in the world to cherish. An old runic rock of no value to anyone else. But every day scores of adventurers sneak into his home and STEAL his precious stone. Once he appears to confront the thieves they will throw HIS OWN stone at him, knocking him down on his kitten and setting him ablaze with magic fire.

And you wonder WHY he goes on a rampage? We then call ourselves the HERO of the story? To compound the issue, after pounding the poor creature into submission said thieving adventurers have the sheer gall to complain that he only dropped middling loot…

I tell you that we adventurers have become little more than pixilated bullies. Not a creature of this earth nor of Tyria deserves such abuse at the hands of reckless and anti-heroic youth.

I herby petition Arena Net to consider the plight of the champion cave troll. He deserves our sympathy and support for he is FAR more the HERO of this story than either you or I.

I thank you for your support in this HEROIC endeavor.

I am one of those misguided adventurers. Curiousity is fatal for the curious cat. I stumbled upon this runic rock, and thought it was nice and pretty. There was no one around, no threat of any sorts, so I grabbed it. The cave troll came out of nowhere. I pleaded, tried to reason with him. To no avail, the troll wanted me for lunch.

Sadly, there was only one thing to do.

If the troll could have placed a note or a sign near his runic rock, I would have not dared touch his treasure. I would like to add a proposition to educate the maniacal beasts with reading comprehension, writing skills and social aptitude. If the troll would have said, “Hey, that’s mine. Please put it back to where it belongs mister,” then I would have obliged.

Education is a fading craft. Big or small. Smelly or noble. Education should be open for all. I propose that the Durmand Priory should host a workshop, or a mandatory schooling for all sentient beings in Tyria. And if any student gets unruly, the Vigil will be there to hand out punishments.

Looks at skill bar, no abilities for reason, passion or love. Just doing really bad things on my bar. I feel controlled.

Im gonna keep coming every day harrasing him, taking his toys and kicking his kitten until he gives up that shiny loot hes stashing!

Horrorscope.7632:

Looks at skill bar, no abilities for reason, passion or love. Just doing really bad things on my bar. I feel controlled.

This made me search for the “Baw” skill, but alas, there is none.

I blame all the other Cave Trolls for confirming our stereotype of them over and over again!

I’m sure that he eats grubs all the time. Grubs are the real heroes of GW2!

The cave Troll do not deserve passion or love , sometimes he leaves his cave to beat the cows, I love milk so I have a problem with the Troll.

Today I walked by a lettuce patch.and started harvesting them.
All of a sudden, a veteran troll( or was it an ettin) popped up next to me.

Using my quick reaction, I shot an arrow at him and used the momentum to propel myself back away from him, next I proceeded to lose a few more shots and even tossed in some frag and gas grenades for good measure.

His life was quickly halved by my over powering abilities to critically wound his vital organs. It was at this point that I noticed something weird, the veteran had not moved an inch. He did not even lift his club. All he did was stood there, looking at me, as I clinically delivered his, what must have been an unbearably painful, death.

In no time, the veteran was stilled.

Without missing a beat and with an uncaring practiced reflex, I casually looted his earthly possessions, very sure, I would find nothing of use to me.

As if the encounter was nothing more then the sudden ray of the sun in my eye, I returned to harvesting what must be the veteran’s beloved lettuce patch, evident in the substantial size and verdant green of the lettuces.

It was only after much mulling over how something wasn’t right that I realized.

I had stumbled onto a mountain hermit’s property and he was just as surprised to see a stranger taking from his garden. Yet his first reaction was not to respond with violence. On hind sight, he must have been delighted to see an intrepid stranger up in the remote mountains, and serendipitously one that shared his interest in lettuce. Perhaps he was even prepared to share his treasure with a like-minded peer.

I can not begin to imagine his mortified emotions and fears when this brazen trespasser greeted his sudden presence with an arrow to his knee. However, he was a pacifist, he was already at peace with the world and himself, he led a relatively good life, his kids are all grown up, despite losing some. He has lived, anguished and loved; he was satisfied.

The veteran could see that he was no match for this well honed killing machine. There was no need to prolong the suffering or retaliate with more blood shed. This adventurer is new to the mountains, wounding him here would pose a grave obstacle to his foray into the mountains. The world does not need more meaningless deaths. He would accept his eventuality, he would bear no hatred nor grudge against the adventurer, it is the nature of adventurers, though he wish that one day, the adventurer would come to see life through his peaceful eyes.

I was a horrible horrible murderer, I had killed someone with no intentions of doing me any harm , hen proceeded to loot his possessions and I did not even register what nature of creature he was.

The worst part? I did not even need what he was carrying, I have more then enough gold to be comfortable. And the lettuces? I don’t even need them, I don’t even like eating vegetables, I have tons rotting in my bank. They were only a convenient means to complete my daily achievements.

I am Terrible…

There is a story where a Bodhisattva (in some versions it is an incarnation of the Buddha) encountered a hungry tigress. He saw that her hunger was so great that soon she would be driven to acts of desperation, perhaps even devouring her own cubs. Weighing the potential suffering that could enter the world if the tigress and her cubs were permitted to starve, and judging it to be greater than the suffering he himself would undergo, he lay down and allowed himself to be eaten.

Evning, you should mark on the map where you met this Troll Saint. Then we can petition for a skill point to be added there, so players can meditate (or… thrust their palm into a pillar of light for three seconds, I guess) on the illusions that contribute to suffering.

Then we’ll spend those skill points for more techniques to more efficiently kill trolls.

It’s the circle of life.

I am the hero of my own story. I make no claims of being a hero in yours.

Great narrative LOL. I had no idea.

……but now that I do i must admit i plan to go there, steal his stone, throw it at him and then set him afire.

Apologies in advance.

But murdering innocent people/creatures is fun.

ADFX.6179:

GW2 is a game wrapped with a story of heroism. Yet, we all know and love the champion cave troll of Queensdale. He quietly lives alone as a hermit with grubs in his cave at Altar’s Winding bothering no one. He is poor and under fed with only one thing in the world to cherish. An old runic rock of no value to anyone else. But every day scores of adventurers sneak into his home and STEAL his precious stone. Once he appears to confront the thieves they will throw HIS OWN stone at him, knocking him down on his kitten and setting him ablaze with magic fire.

And you wonder WHY he goes on a rampage? We then call ourselves the HERO of the story? To compound the issue, after pounding the poor creature into submission said thieving adventurers have the sheer gall to complain that he only dropped middling loot…

I tell you that we adventurers have become little more than pixilated bullies. Not a creature of this earth nor of Tyria deserves such abuse at the hands of reckless and anti-heroic youth.

I herby petition Arena Net to consider the plight of the champion cave troll. He deserves our sympathy and support for he is FAR more the HERO of this story than either you or I.

I thank you for your support in this HEROIC endeavor.

I thank thy Champion Cave Troll for thy uber XPnes, thy Karmanus, en thy cha-ching.

Rest in Pieces.

Come now and sign your name within this petition thread for the good of all heroes striding the face of Tyria for we are the just! A new EVIL wearing the guise of our fellow man and woman now creeps forth from the Clayent Falls to the cave at Altar’s Winding. Akin to the money grubbing poachers that slip past the dedicated guardsman of the African Plains to slaughter the mighty and peaceful elephant for ivory we now have the Rune Hunters of Claypool! Don’t be FOOLED by the “militia training!”

Much as the elephant’s horns are rendered down into tribal aphrodisiacs only useful in fiction, these wicked tradesmen and women render the troll’s precious stolen rock down into good luck pebbles for the adornment of an adventurer’s weapons. They profiteer from the suffering of an innocent creature drawing hard earned coppers from your pouch for the promise of better performance you will not receive from its use. Yet, we are not OUTRAGED!?

We should band together and demand Arena Net bring the plight of the poor champion cave troll and the unseemly profiteering encouraged by our adventuring economy and the minister of Claypool to the attention of Queen Jennah herself. I hold her not accountable for the actions of unruly ministers allowed into her government by her father but it is time to bring them into line. She seems a just and somewhat comely woman liable to support our cause.

I ask you, have we no HUMANITY left? I took it upon myself to visit with the champion cave troll today and found him in peaceful repose just sleeping like a child tired from a long day. Through the miracle of photography I am able to share this scene with you.

http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo75/jah776/Guild%20Wars%202/gwcct1.jpg

See how peaceful he is in nature? The poor creature is a threat to no one. Just ignore the sword mind you as it was uhm… only for the bandits.

Alas, Mr Troll appears to be stricken with either uncontrollable rage or extreme myopia (perhaps both!), because on several occasions I’ve seen him massacring the poor cows in the nearby paddock over and over again, forcing me to go in and put an end to his wanton butchery.

At other times, I’ve seen him valiantly defend the ranch from bandits by crushing the skulls of all the black-hearted brigands that were charging towards the hapless ranchers. I was about to congratulate him on his heroism when he then proceeded to crush the skulls of the ranchers.

My conclusion, unfortunately, is that Mr Troll is an unstable fellow who must be treated as being armed (he carries a seemingly inexhaustible supply of rocks) and extremely dangerous.

I have to admit that there have been times where I have honestly wondered why I killed a specific mob. It wasnt trying to hurt me, it was off of the beaten track and was going about its business when I run in flailing my axe and stun it with my shield before laying the poor beast to rest with one more devastating blow to its face. The creature died and for what? So I could gain some worthless junk and ‘experience in killing’ which I really do not need.

Hell, youre actively encouraged to kill 15 different species every day. Who is giving these missions considering the gods are gone from Tyria? I think that we are being controlled by some unknown force. Maybe Zhaitan’s influence has effected us more than we care to say and there is some unknown plan at work. A plan that involves wiping out defenseless hawks and rabbits among other creatures. Im telling you, even after death he’s influencing life in Tyria and its time people knew the truth!

Thereon.3495:

I have to admit that there have been times where I have honestly wondered why I killed a specific mob. It wasnt trying to hurt me, it was off of the beaten track and was going about its business when I run in flailing my axe and stun it with my shield before laying the poor beast to rest with one more devastating blow to its face. The creature died and for what? So I could gain some worthless junk and ‘experience in killing’ which I really do not need.

I don’t know about you, but my Norn Ranger is a hungry huntress and she NEEDS her Roast Boar stuffed with Moa stuffed with Fish stuffed with Frog every night.

For the rest of kill variety, I just rely on anything else that attacks me first.