Guild Wars 2

GuzziHero.2467:

[[I am surprised that English is not your first language! You are doing exceptionally well ]]

((I agree, you do extremely well. Sorry, I have not posted or contributed much lately, but like others have mentioned I too have had a difficult time keeping up alone, yet being able to add to the story. I am enjoying the role play though and everyone should be commended for their contribution. ))

Arikyali.5804:

You need to message me for this stuff! Jaric and I had been discussing the escape via PMs before you even got explosives.

((Yeah, err… maybe I will do that next time. Problem was, I’ve never logged in my acount on the forum so I had to wait a few days before I can send private messages. (That’s also why I ‘ignored’ your private message.) And also it’s true I didn’t think of doing that.

And thx for the compliments, but fact is it’s still really hard for me.))

The following fast-print magazine is sold in the Undermarket by a young pirate-enthusiast. The special issue of the 83rd Day of the Scion:

Pirate Bay – Your unoffical #1 source on seafaring brigandism!

Ahoy, ye motley band of lice-infested, barnacle-brained, scurvy children of sea hags! This wily sea fox has tales to share!
___________________________

The head that betrayed the two returns!

Most believed that the Queen’s Third Head was banished to the abyss and beyond, to the realms of torment and travail, cursed by the last, dying breath of the Hydra Queen, a fervent worshiper of Grenth. The more rational thinkers reckoned the traitorous wench and her owner, Captain Lance, fled to the arms of Bloody Bill and his equally Bloody Buccaneers. But now, she has returned… many say to haunt, others debate to plunder.

The mournful song of the siren’s death brought a chilly, cold night to Lion’s Arch. The winds blew harder, the tides grew darker… as if the Sea herself was lashing at the sinful, swelling filth of our “glorious” city for letting her pure daughter’s life be taken. To Three-Pegged Jimmy, it started out as an ordinary evening.

“The Lionguard ain’t let no beggars inside the city proper,” Jimmy explained through his last four teeth (note: for the ease and comfort of our readers I didn’t include the word-to-word interview). “I spend every dusk of me here, sleepin’ beneath the light of Melandru’s backside.” He pointed to the full moon from one of the sheltered, grassy cliffs of Diverse Ledges. “That night, Wrakk brought some rum from Balthazar-knows-where… that beverage offended the gods, ye know. But, beggars can’t be choosers, aye, lad?” Jimmy then led me to the place where he expelled the drink of questionable origins. “Me knees were shakin’, if I had knees, that is. But not from me rum, but the unholy sight of that cursed hag. I saw it, lad, with my one good eye, as clear as I see yer mug, you pox-faced whelp! The third head of the hydra kitten sailed past, to the west… and it shimmered, I tell you! Like the ghosties of Fort Cadence!”

After excusing myself before Jimmy could tell the tale of how his third peg came to be, I visited the Consortium docks on the far side of Sanctum Bay. The gutless corporate swines refused to answer a “lowly plebian,” but a good dockworker – who wished his identity remain undisclosed – told me what he’d seen on the eerie night.

“It was no ghost ship, and I’m willing to swear it on Bangar’s soul.” He spat at the mention of the Blood Legion imperator’s name. “Yeah, I don’t like him, but he’s still my supreme superior. I wouldn’t be betting with his blood-crazed existence if I wasn’t sure.” Unwilling to explain his problem with the lord of the Blood Citadel, he escorted me to the pier he was working on at the fateful moment. “I heard the tales of that human kitten and her fleet. If your gods cared a single bit about you, they would’ve kitten ed that treasonous frigate to the titans’ maw. Yet there was it… in perfect condition, flying unknown colors. ’Twasn’t Bill’s flag, nor Covington’s.” Blessed with an excellent memory, my most-kind helper drew the symbol on a Consortium contract.

“The blades are Orrian sabers from the 9th century. The skull is an ancient naitahlen symbol.” Magister Elwin Huntsley, Head Archeologist of the Durmand dig site, explained. “In Canthan ritualist and necromancer terms, it is the vengeful skull of murdered innocents. Long ago, it was used by a group of righteous pirates who rebelled against the brutal tyranny of Emperor Singtah. It is said they outmaneuvered the Imperial Navy loyal to the emperor and bombarded Raisu Palace in the final phase of the rebellion.”

So there you have it; the Queen’s Third Head is alive and in the hands of her third, mysterious owner who took up the long-forgotten banner of knightly brigands. Just who might this new Cap’n be?

Flip the page for a unique rum-biscuit recipe!

Tyrian Explorers Society Report, Lion’s Arch, Day 84 of the Scion:

- Continued unrest due to the remaining toxic bombs hidden within the city. The one that went off was malfunctioning, however, it only dumped a fraction of its canister (damage could’ve been far severe otherwise). Out of the 20 injured only one died – a drunk norn who believed it was the scent of roses, and inhaled a heavy concentration of the toxic fume. Rest are getting better and recuperating.

- Tremors or earthquakes are shaking the western caverns, including the Undermarket. Citizens speculating someone is firing 24-pounders in the abandoned smuggler coves west of the city.

Recently opened Whispers file on Captain Anonymity, codenamed “the Saber of Vengeance” (in reference to his banners):

The illustration of the suspected new captain of the Queen’s Third Head, based on the arcano-spectrum recordings made by a Whispers Surveillance Probe when the frigate sailed past Stormbluff Isle on her way to the Lion’s Arch area.

A dim light. I lay upon a comfortable, warm surface. A soft, sweet voice sings in the distance.

Swimming, swimming, swimming,
All Summer long.
Swimming, swimming, swimming,
It makes your flippers strong.

Mother? Is it bed time? No, wait… Mother is gone. She hasn’t sung that lullaby to me since I was her little minnow. Who is singing?

The sound of children at play. Muted whispering, this time close by. A male voice speaks up; “Look! She’s awakening! Bubbles… Bubbles can you hear me?”

“Wh-where…?” I croak, trying to sit up and open my eyes all the way.

“Easy! Easy, there.” the voice intones, and I feel hands gently pushing me back down. “You’ve been hurt. You need to rest. Everyone will be glad to see that you’re back with us.”

The light is getting slowly brighter, and I begin to focus. My throat hurts, and my mouth is dry. A strange Human is standing over me, and a familiar looking Quaggan next to him. “Wh-where…?” I try again.

“You’re in Coddler’s Cove”, says the man. “Don’t you remember me? I’m told you saved my life”. I stare at the scruffy face and try to place it. “Jonas is my name. Jonas Grumby. You saved me when my ship went down. Now I’m doing what little I can to try to repay the debt”.

Recollection came, although I couldn’t place the face. His hair was matted down with water the last time I saw him, and he had been clean shaven then.

“Nookoonookoo here heard a big splash and went to investigate. He found you unconscious with blood coming from the base of your neck. So he brought you here to be cared for. That was two days ago.”

“Nookoo…” I began, focusing on the Quaggan. But my dry mouth and sore throat stopped me from continuing. Yes, it was Hoomoohoomoo’s brother. Suddenly Mr. Grumby’s words registered with me and brought recollection. “Cerise!”, I choked, raising a hand to my aching throat to feel bandages there.

“Easy, Bubbles”, try not to talk. “You took a blow to your neck, and I’m afraid your necklace was smashed. Some shards had cut through your skin.” He held up something for me to see. My Mother’s seashell necklace, shattered into little sharp fragments. My last physical reminder of her. Tears of loss began to well up, but then I remembered Cerise.

“L-Lion’s Arch!”, I struggled to say. “Danger! M-must help!”

“You aren’t going anyplace for awhile, little Mermaid. But I am fully recovered from my ordeal. If you promise to stay here and get better then I’ll go to Lion’s Arch and make sure everything’s okay. Will that make you feel better?”

I nodded my consent.

“I don’t know anyone there, so nobody will connect me to you. I know your are being hunted, and I won’t let anyone find you here. So you just lie back and get some rest. The Coddlers will take good care of you.” And with that he was gone.

I sank slowly back into the bedding and was asleep the moment my eyes closed.

YOU’RE ALIVE! THANK THE GODS! QQ sheds manly tears then wipes them out of the corner of his eyes

Ahem… good to see you’ll be back to full health soon. Just rest and recuperate… we’ll deal with the bombs.

((The part where it turned out it was your Mother’s necklace that was crunched and saved your life was heartwarmingly fuzzy.))

By the Six, I just broke out of prison.

I swam up to one of the many shallow sandbanks that surrounded Lion’s Arch. One of the city’s tall rocky cliffs loomed overhead, supporting the haphazard structures from toppling over into the sea.

What do I do now? Where do I go? I couldn’t stay in Lion’s Arch anymore. Once the Vigil found out I was missing, the Lionguard would be searching. There were plenty of hiding places in Lion’s Arch, maybe, but there were OTHER bounty hunters too. Other pirates and thugs that wouldn’t mind the idea of cutting down the competition. And the bombs! There might still be bombs in the city!

I need to get out of here…and get far, far away. I sloshed up the beach, wringing the seawater out of my coat. But where would I go? My family…I – I can’t show my face to them…

A small tear dripped down my cheek. I angrily brushed it away. Are they still safe? Now people knew my real name. They might come after me…or if they couldn’t find me, go after my mother and sister. That Sylvari from earlier; could I trust what she said?

I shook my head. Sylvari were terrible actors, I knew that much. Their faces were as legible as an open book. This one meant well. But regardless, my family could still be in danger from other people.

Either way, I couldn’t stay here. I could always find work elsewhere. I just had to run back to my house, pack up, and leap into the Asuran Gate when no one was looking. Easier said than done.

I snuck along the base of the cliff, making my way to a broken gate that would lead to the sewers. I hated travelling by the sewers. They were slimy, dirty, and smelly. I covered my nose with my sleeve, trying not to gag. How could Hylek and Skritt put up with the stench was beyond me.

I made my way as quickly as possible, avoiding the locals that frequented the dark tunnels. I made a turn and – Darn. They closed that exit… I went down another tunnel. The sewers would be a great place to hide bombs…it was a literal maze down here.

I emerged from one of the sewer tunnels, finding myself just outside the market. I nicked a hat from a nearby stall, keeping my head low and trying to blend in with the crowd. No one pays attention to someone who just crawled out of the sewers. Instead, they try to keep their distance.

I had a long way to go to get to my house. The front entrance was easy enough to get to. But the entrance I wanted to use – the window – required some footwork. I only used the front entrance when I wanted to be seen. I slipped past the Lionguard, relying on my stealth to get by. Scale up a scaffolding, up the third ladder, clear the small gap between two buildings, go down a fight of stairs, around a balcony (and avoid the lionguard below), jump down to the ledge, then a short hop down to the roof.

I couldn’t complain. The window gave a nice view of the city (easy to watch guard patrols) and the landlord agreed to a discount for the hard-to-reach room.

I gently lifted the frame of the window and swung into the room. One room apartment, with everything cramped inside. At least my ‘office’ got a second room, where I could have my potions and weapons, and-

I froze. Someone was in my room.

“You…”

I let my mind wander again. Had I done the right thing? Part of me began to doubt my actions, this was acting out of my usual parameters quite a bit. Since Riel knew something was up between me and Anakysha, her release would undoubtedly link back to me. Still, some prices had to be paid. My musing was interrupted by the window opening and Anakysha coming through. I expected her surprise at me being here, but what I didn’t expect was her to snatch up a nearby kitchen knife – I’m not even sure she realised she did it.

“You…” Hardly a good conversation opener, but I had never told her my name.
“Me.” Okay, maybe a tad cheeky that. Sort it out, mouth.
“What are you doing sitting on my bed?”
“There were no chairs to sit on.” Thanks, mouth. Trying to get me in serious trouble?
“…Hilarious. Then why are you in my room?”
“Oh. I was just waiting to see if you got out. You didn’t wait too long.” Much better, mouth.
“…Why did you help me?” Okay, mouth. Time to stop moving on your own.
“It was my mission. Getting you out of one prison only to end up in another didn’t seem like an acceptable outcome, so I helped you to get out of that one, too.” Lies.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I can’t help that, Anakysha.” I said this in a flat, emotionless tone. Hopefully using her name would help imprint the statement a bit more. I rose from the bed slowly. Sudden movement when somebody was pointing a sharp object at you was never advisable. Especially if you had possibly annoyed them.
“Stay put.” She said. “I need answers.”
“I don’t have any.” Secrets.
“I haven’t asked the questions yet.” A fair point, usually.
“Allow me to be blunt.” I shrugged. “You know who I work for. I don’t have any more answers I can give you.” Misdirection.

Anakysha glared at me for a moment, then turned away and looked out the window. Much to my relief, she put the dagger away. I waited in silence, studying her. Never had the chance up close and without being distracted by things like prison bars, Krait, or Lionguard around. She was small, but there was a readyness to her pose, a result of street life and always being ready to act. Additionally, her features had a subtle exotic look to them – throwback to a Canthan heritage, perhaps. This was one special little lady. She broke the moment by speaking.
“I owe you a life debt.”
“You don’t have to.” Please, you really don’t.
“Yes, I do. My family’s honour demands it.”
“You really don’t have to. I’m serious.” Let it drop.
“Unless you can give me a proper reason why, it is owed.” She turned and held my eyes with hers. She had nice eyes. By the Six Gods, FOCUS. I broke the eye contact, it was my turn to look out the window. She never stopped looking at me. I couldn’t tell her. Make up something. Anything. The Whispers were reassigning me. Well, they probably were going to anyway, so it was most likely true. I met her gaze again. Any lie I made now I had to make without flinching. I opened my mouth to speak, and the words wouldn’t come. Has it come to this? My head dropped, hiding my face with my hood. I had kept this secret so long. I couldn’t keep it to the very person I had been sworn to protect.

“…. The debt was mine.” Truth.

The silence was deafening. I didn’t dare look up. She hadn’t moved. Hadn’t made a sound. I understood. Who was I, to have a life debt to her? It made no sense. She’d never met me before the Krait prison. I knew the question was coming.
“How?” She didn’t sound confused, more determined. I somehow expected that. “How could you possibly owe me a life debt?” I looked up. The knife, or dagger, rather, was back in her hand. She had a second one now, too. When did she get that? FOCUS.
“Well, it’s kind of a long story. You see, back-”
“Cut it short.” Anakysha held up one dagger threateningly. “Very short.” I got the hint.
“Your father saved my life, and transferred the debt from his life to yours.” Did you know how many expressions the human face can make? I swear I saw at least half a dozen in the space of half a second right now. Her head dropped. and some hair fell over her face.
“No.” I barely heard her speak. “No.” That one was a little louder, a little angrier. I started feeling a tad nervous, especially as she took a slow step closer. Suddenly she swiped at me with one of the daggers, I barely got out of the way in time.
“Hey! What gives?” Anakysha didn’t answer me. I got really nervous now. Taking a step back into a half crouch, I drew my own weapons. I wasn’t risking my luck trying to dodge unarmed again.
“You’re lying.” No tone. No emotion. Something really wasn’t right here. I was missing some very crucial pieces of the story. “You’re LYING!” With the yell, Anakysha lunged at me.

And boy she was quick. I dodged out of the way from her initial strike, to give myself a bit of space, then came forward in a hope to surprise her with a dazing hit using the flat of my blade. I didn’t want to hurt her, just get away. I was in no shape for this, prison breakout had been enough of a strain on my side. However, when I swung my sword, she just simply wasn’t there anymore. She had to be behind me, but at least she wasn’t blocking the window. Even as I began the thought, she moved. I knew what was coming. She leapt over my head, inverted, striking with both daggers. I knew of the ‘Death Blossom’, but had never quite been able to master it. Instead, I had learnt how to not get sliced open by it. I had positioned my sword like a back scratcher, ducked my head and raised my pistol where my scalp had been. I felt and heard the daggers hitting my weapons. I might need to get a new pistol now, depending on the damage. I wasn’t hurt, but she was between me and the window again. She renewed her attacks, and it was all I could do to not get sliced into ribbons. I had to get out of here before she killed me, she was a far better fighter than I was and the tight space made her daggers far more effective. I only hoped she wasn’t thinking clearly in her anger as a plan forumalted in my head. I also hoped my pistol still worked.

Getting a specific shot ready while under duress is not recommended, but I managed it. I did a quick flurry to give myself some room, and dropped a smoke bomb. As it fell towards the floor, I raised my pistol and pulled the trigger. Thank Lyssa it worked. Even as the black powder exploded in her face, the smoke bomb filled the room and I slipped into stealth. I rolled past her, hearing a dagger thunk into the area I had just vacated. I got lucky again – the window hadn’t been latched from when she first came back, so when I dove through it simply swung open without breaking. I landed heavily outside, rolling on one shoulder and losing stealth. A ripple of pain from my side let me know things really weren’t going swimmingly. Despite the pain I darted quickly into some shadows and waited. She didn’t chase me, thank the Six. As I turned to leave, a muffled sound almost made me turn back. Just one sound. One single, solitary, almost missable noise. But I couldn’t. To go back would force her to face something she wasn’t ready for. Something my very existence reminded her of. I didn’t want to chance being attacked again. She needed space, right?

I had no idea how much one heartwrenching sob could affect me.

Once the smoke hit my eyes, I anticipated a counter. Blinded, I shifted my weight and readied another strike, but once my vision cleared, he was not there. All there was left, was my dagger lodged in between the floorboards.

I immediately ducked low and whirled around, expecting him to be behind me, but my blade slashed at empty air. I seethed. For a split second I tried to calculate where his next attack would strike, but my gaze landed on the open window instead.

I rushed to the window and peered over the ledge, trying to pierce the dark streets below. He was gone – and there was no way to catch them. I clenched my fist. Every fiber of my being wanted to leap down and hunt him down. I wanted to drag him out of his shadow and choke the whole story out of him.

My…father… My knees felt weak. How could this man know my father?

The logical part of my brain finally surfaced above my seething rage. I could not afford to go after him. I had to leave the city. Bombs, Lionguard….whatever. It was not safe for me to stay here any longer.

It took every ounce of effort to turn my back to the window. My eyes watered.

My father… A choked cry forced its way past my lips. I clasped my hand over my mouth, trying to stop it, but another escaped between my fingers.

I crumpled to the floor and cried.

Okay, we have enough heart-wrenching and tearful posts. We need some happy and cheery updates!

-glances at the other writers-

[[ I have the Old Krytan Mermaid Legend ready in my head…. except I’m currently in pain so I’m really not thinking straight. You know, monthly woman stuff. So I’ll have this filler instead. I’ll try to write the full legend later today or tomorrow ]]

Hot chocolate and books go hand in hand. Especially when your homebase is a giant fridge. Got to keep the artefacts preserved! Heat causes faster decay.

The Priory HQ is always so cold. though as a Salad it doesn’t bother me. I like the cold. It’s better than being too hot until my leaves wilt. I’m one of those really strange salads I guess.

I made some hot chcolate for the non Salads everyone and they thought it came from heaven. They don’t always get hot chocolate in these parts.

As I sip my drink, I sorted through the news

Good news: one of my 480 guildies actually KNOW who’s Midnight’s contact.
Bad news: He’s dead, Jim

Good news: His great-grand-nephew is in the Whispers and on the way to LA.
Bad news: He’s a newbie.

Good news: And also that great grand nephew’s brother is an Old Krytan Specialist
Bad news: Old Krytan is a pain in the kittenhind to translate.

It’s going to take a while

Well since the bomb issue is technically over (minus extras) I have time to spare.

[[And yay Bubbles is alive!!]]

I always like going to the Durmand Priory not only because everyone over there is really friendly, but mostly because it remainds me of previous adventures in de Priory. The Priory is the number one source of old history: if I want to know something about the past, you ask or steal info from them.

Ah, there it is already. I arrive at the Priory and start looking for Sophiera. I wonder what’s in that old text. I guess I will find out soon.

Yerol.9546:

The Priory is the number one source of old history: if I want to know something about the past, you ask or steal info from them.

Ana: -whistle innocently- I should probably return those books I ‘borrowed’…

Spotting Yerol I waved my hands as fast as I can to grab her, I mean his attention. Good thing he’s here fast. I thought for a moment this is going to be some kind of contrived never-can-reach-destination drama

Old Krytan Specialist’s name is Peter Jackhammer. For some reason I don’t think his surname fits his rather tame demeanour. He’s also pretty ‘new’ compred to the likes of the more famous magisters. They’re too busy translating more pressing historical script in Orr and the likes, so they gave this tiny booklet as a starter.

He finished translating the first chapter and gave that transcript to us first. They’re not very long, neither very flowery. The writing style is quite to the point.

The nameless author was a scholar just starting out on his career. By chance, he saved a washed up woman by the shore. She suffered a nasty shark bite.

Except the woman was half-fish: An honest to goodness mermaid.

When he carried her deeper inland, the fins transformed into feet. Her body senses the distance of the nearest large body of water. If they can’t find any, it’ll switch to land-mode.

Once she woke up, he asked a few questions. Standard stuff, where did she come from and stuff. There was no language barrier.

The mermaid he saved was very selective with her information, and much less bubbly than Miss Bubbles. She was also a scholar of sorts. After too many girls running away to see the land, she decided to bring back some true facts.

Both being academics, they agreed to trade information.

On the first day he learned three major things:

Mermaids can switch forms at will if they’re conscious about it.
Their necklace is the most precious object.
There are MALE mermaids out there. They tend to be guardians of the mermaid society and rarely venture far. Males tend to be wary of land-dwellers and try to avoid contact.

Females however were swayed by the romanticism of their folk tales about the land above. Curious females are the ones most frequent to embark on land adventures.

Their typical diet consisted of fish, sea plants and crustaceans. The author cooked a milk gruel for the mermaid, but she started getting cramps after a few spoonfuls. In the end he had to finish it for her.

Plain gruel was fine however. They can also consume meat without issues. It is believed that they can’t digest land milk.

The most precious item for any mermaid is their necklace. It’s not just some random old necklace. She explains that it’s their safety charm. Powered by spirits of the ocean, if a mermaid dies from a fatal misadventure, it’ll send the message of demise to the ‘Elder’

As long the mermaid’s body is in the ocean waters, the Elder will give the mermaid a new chance in life.

This mermaid’s necklace was still intact. Though nasty, the shark bite was not fatal.

What happens if the mermaid didn’t wear that charm upon a fatal accident?

They’ll die for good, or so she explained.

The first chapter ended there.

And people, please return your ‘borrowed’ books to the Priory Library. Especially if they’re originals. Most of our funding goes into reprinting copies that somehow never return… and that’s a lot of books! And money!

[[Actually, Sylvari do feel the cold. I recall the Sylvari NPC in The Grove saying about disliking Hoelbrak – it sapped her energy to be so cold, I think she says]]

I awoke to the sound of howling. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Sprouts Honor sitting by me. Not unusual. Then I realised how cold I was. I hate stone, it saps your body heat.

The next realisation snapped me back to reality like a bucket of water as cold as the stone I was laid upon. I was still here! By the fountain, full of toxic bombs!

Think… think… how do I warn people of the danger? How about a slow release of some of the gas, the Lionguard would have to believe me then! If I was right, I’d save lives. If I was wrong, I’d be fined, or jailed, for desecrating the most famous landmark in Lion’s Arch.

I quickly planned my quickest escape route in the event that my suspicions were wrong. Readied… aimed… fired!

For a moment, nothing happened. I looked around to see everyone looking at me. A moment of panic then… suddenly, a hissing sound as a bilious green gas began to emanate from the squirting fish.

“GAS! Get out of here!”. People panicked and fled. I dashed to the nearest Lionguard to point direct his attention to the danger. As soon as he saw it, he called for a messenger to alert the Captain’s Council.

Mission accomplished! Maybe there’s some reward in this after all…

[[ That appears to be new information, because when I played a year back the wiki clearly stated they’re not affected by cold

I’ll go edit it to I just like the cold XD]]

Friendly Lionguard just sent me a message.

Good news: The newbie decoder decoded more location for the bombs. In fact a gigantic pile of it.

Bad news: Something or someone triggered the pile and we now have a gas leak emergency in town.

They evacuated all the children out of the hospital, and the adults following behind. Although the gas leak is currently localized to one location (that’s quite far from the hospital), they don’t want to take any chances

PFFFUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

RAGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down. Chill, like the icy Priory building.

Friendly Lionguard told me to stay in the priory. They found more of the small books in the lighthouse and they’re sending them over. I just need to stay put, gather information, and go back to LA after the bomb issue blows over.

Sophiera.1209:

[[ That appears to be new information, because when I played a year back the wiki clearly stated they’re not affected by cold

I’ll go edit it to I just like the cold XD]]

[[Well, everyone is different. I captured the Grove quote:]]

[[Oooh I see. She’s probably a sensitive one. I remembered talking to some random salad on an escort event saying that she don’t feel cold. Bizzare salads are bizzare ]]

The books arrived at breakneck speed. The lionguard transporting it really really really wanted to get away from LA ASAP.

Translating the books are going at a much faster pace than expected due to the author’s ingenious method of preserving context: Pictures.
It’s clear these are his personal diaries. Pictures and text in this style will be snuffed out by elitists in no time.

Old Krytan’s context-strict language system is the prime reason for kittenness. No context, no translation. Nuff said.

But by drawing a simple picture at the beginning of every new idea, he preserves the context.

Each booklet contained two chapters, and there were five booklets total. Each passing chapter had more and more pictures.

Cross my fingers that we’ll get something good out of this

((Does anyone have anything deviously major in line with the bombs going off? Please tell me if you do. Because by the time morning rolls around…well…

I’m not spoiling what I have planned.))

((Might want to discuss with GuzziHero because he/she triggered it. I’ll be waiting in the library))

House Draxynnus Records

A few of the bombs had already been found – and in some cases, detonated – by the time I was able to gather up our available agents and resources to join the effort in seeking out the bombs Scarlet had planted. It was clear that, by the time we arrives with sniffer animals and devices, the obvious places had already been checked.

Scarlet, however, had shown a greater degree of low cunning than that. Poison gas bombs could be planted well outside the main city areas, and if detonated at times when the wind can be expected to be blowing in the right direction, could have the potential to inflict some serious harm without the device being in an obvious location. On consultation with the Mistress of Stables and my aunt Eleanor, we identified a number of locations in the outskirts of the city where toxins released from a carefully placed bomb in a less obvious location might be blown across the city in sufficient concentrations to remain potent.

While I did not find any myself, I can report with some satisfaction that due to the actions of our agents, there are three less of these bombs to threaten the citizens of Lion’s Arch – including one particularly devious example that had been disguised as a watermelon only to begin activating once it had been disguised. Agent Thistlebane is to be commended for eliminating that threat before it could dispense a harmful quantity of toxins, and a report has been sent to the Captain’s Council warning of poison dispensers disguised as innocuous vegetables.

Lothar Draxynnus
Day 84 of the Season of the Scion of the year 1326 After the Exodus of the Gods

[[I think the bombs were triggered by Hamfast and the Scarlett sub plot. Im just trying to deal with them, since noone else is ]]

[[So far we have 3 of the announced ones disarmed, 3 more found as vegetables by house Darxynuss, and one at the fountain. That’s a total of 7 now. I think ]]

A letter to my leader Muriseer:

Hey Muriseer,

First here’s a quick summary of what has happend since I left to blast Midnight’s jail to pieces
I explain to my leader what has happend since I left the HQ.
The thing is, Bubbles could be alive! Could you send someone to bring me the stolen Dossiers? I want to look at Bubbles contacts to find out where she could be if she’s allive. I can’t pick them because Sophiera’s translator is working on some more books that could be really helpfull, though I don’t know how long it will take to translate them and I want to be here when he’s done.

Best wishes,

Yerol Star.

I think, ‘I should thank Sophiera for helping me so much,’ while walking to the store. ‘I wonder if I can do anything in return for her. You know what? I’ll ask her what I can do for her after I get a drink.’

((First off. YAY! BUBBLES!. Second, and I’m looking at you Hamfast, please tell me that Hoomoohoomoo and Nookoonookoo have a little sister named Ahpooahah. :P ))

Sophiera.1209:

[[So far we have 3 of the announced ones disarmed, 3 more found as vegetables by house Darxynuss, and one at the fountain. That’s a total of 7 now. I think ]]

((and don’t forget the “hidden” number 8 that nobody ever finds until it’s almost too late…I think it’s a literary rule or something like that))

Neural.1824:

((First off. YAY! BUBBLES!. Second, and I’m looking at you Hamfast, please tell me that Hoomoohoomoo and Nookoonookoo have a little sister named Ahpooahah. :P ))

Oh, you caught that, did you? (Once the State Fish of Hawaii was the Humuhumunukunuku?puaa, or “Triggerfish”. The Hawaiians aren’t known for their brevity of language. That’s pronounced Hoo-moo-hoo-moo-noo-koo-noo-koo-ah-poo-ah-ah. Got it?)

As long as you’re digging up hidden stuff in my story, try Googling Jonas Grumby as well.

EDIT: Ignore the question mark in the link. There’s punctuation that this forum can’t handle, so it changed the characters a bit to suit itself. The WIKI entry displays the full word properly.

((For the record, there was only one bomb disguised as a watermelon. The others were of more conventional construction, just hidden in places that weren’t immediately obvious as being threatening.))

“Report to Elder’s Vale for Kodan observation.”

An actual person had greeted me in the street, and palmed me this piece of paper as we shook hands. It had been a long night for me. Prison break, Anakysha attacking me and tearing my side open again in the space of a few hours. I’d only had a few hours sleep but had to go out for some supplies. Apparently those few hours were enough for the Order to give me a new assignment. I knew what it was. Everyone knew what Kodan observation was. Those bears had that whole ‘Balance’ thing going on. They were never up to anything, they were refugees fighting to survive. So this assignment, in the far north about as far away from civilisation as you could get in freezing cold temperatures was only one thing.

Punishment.

I sighed. I had worked hard to get a fortunate role in Lion’s Arch, and now I’d blown it. Still, Anakysha was safe, and the debt was paid. I’m pretty sure she would have left town already. I hoped that she wasn’t too hurt by… well, whatever it was about her father. I gathered up the belongings I would need to take with me, and banked the rest of my gear. There was no telling when I would get back.

I was feeling much better.

I was up and about, and able to swallow food again to some degree. My blouse had been cleaned of the blood stains, and I had managed to rinse the last of the red coloring from my hair. It took a little doing, but I was able to put my hair up and weave some of the salvageable remnants of my necklace into it decoratively. I was gazing into a reflecting pool with satisfaction when I heard someone come up and stop behind me. I stood up and turned to find Jonas, back from his sojourn in Lion’s Arch.

“Your hair looks nice that way”, he said. “The blonde goes better with your ocean-blue eyes.”

“Jonas! How is the city? Did Cerise hurt anyone?”

“Relax”, he said calmly. “Everything will be all right. Just a little scare. Lion’s Arch sees dangers every day, and the city is filled with heroes to face them. They’ll be just fine. The important thing is that you’re dead!”

“I’m dead?”

“That’s right. You and I have both been officially recorded as ‘Missing; Presumed Dead’”. Jonas seemed pleased with his news.

“And this is a good thing?”

“Certainly, Bubbles! Soon the mermaid-mania will die down, and fewer and fewer people will care about hunting for you. Oh, there will be some stubborn ones; the Asura perhaps. And other nut jobs who will cling to the thought awhile longer of finding you alive. But soon you will be just another fish tale and free to travel as you please.”

“But what about you? Isn’t there anybody who will be glad to hear that you’re still alive?”

“Me? No. I was a gutter rat, shanghaied into serving on the ship that went down. Nobody will miss me, and I’m glad to have a fresh start, if I can find my calling.”

“So when do you suppose we can go back?”

“First thing’s first. If you’re going to try passing as Human from time to time, then you’ve got to stop dressing like a mermaid.”

“What do you mean?”

“You need to stop dressing in bright blues and greens that reveal so much flesh. They not only draw attention, but they are the colors of the ocean as well. People expect a mermaid to dress like that. Here – I brought you something” he said, pulling a package out from behind him. “It’s human clothing. Drab. Common. Less revealing. Go try it on. It’ll help you pass unnoticed amongst the land dwellers.”

I took the package and disappeared into my quarters to dress. The outfit was fairly easy to figure out, but it would never do for swimming. I wasn’t quite sure it was “me”. When I was satisfied that I had everything on correctly, I went back out to look at myself in the reflecting pool.

Jonas smiled when he saw me. “You look fantastic!”, he said. “I would never mistake you for a mermaid now!”

Looking into the pool, I had to agree that I looked more like the land women I have seen.

“Just one more thing”, he added. “A final touch. The accessory that no mermaid is ever pictured wearing”. With that, Jonas produced an odd item and held it out.

I stared at it. “What is that?”, I asked.

“Just think of it as decoration. Like your necklace. Here – let me show you how to wear it”. I let him help me, and then I turned to look at myself in the pool.

“Oh! Oh, my!” I said. “I look so different, and kind of funny!” I stared at myself and smiled with amusement.

“The Quaggans are right, you know”, Jonas said.

“Hmm…?” I answered, still looking at my reflection.

“You do have nice teeth.”

That earned him a better view of my pearly whites.

I was still sitting on the floor, staring at the dagger lodged into the floorboard. I almost had him!

All the bad luck piled on one after the other in an endless stream of succession… I should never have gone after that mermaid in the first place. I should have known better than to chase down a wild goose chase. And my daggers! The beautiful, hand crafted daggers my father gave me for my birthday. One was locked away in the Vigil outpost, the other in the vile hands of that treacherous krait priestess. I would never get those back.

I sighed. What did I do to deserve this? I shook my head and berated myself. That was a stupid question, and I knew it. I had just be baiting luck my whole career, and fate finally decided to make me pay for some of the things I had done. I probably deserved every bit of my ordeal. I should at least be thankful I was still alive.

Alive, but on the run. I pushed myself up and walked to the small closet on the side of the wall. I could worry about my misfortune later. I could be depressed when my life and freedom weren’t on the line. Right now, I really needed to start packing.

My living quarters were only half the size of the others quarters in the building, but that was because I made it that way. The other half was my ‘office’. I opened the closet and pressed my hand against the back of the wood, lifting the makeshift door and pulling it aside. I ducked my head low and stepped through the opening. On the other side, the place was in the same disarray as I had left it.

I grabbed a knapsack off the floor and began to stuff things inside. Bottles of medicine, potions and poisons…anything that I would need for my journey. I pulled out a spare set of leather armor from a drawer, quickly changing into it. I knew it was a good idea to have had a second set on hand, just in case. I grabbed a spare set of daggers from the shelf and clipped them to my belt. They better quality than the cheap knives I had hidden around my living quarters (for intruders, no less).

What else do I need? I paused for a moment, noticing the containers of ingredients I had left on my worktable. The desk was left in a mess, but I was certain I had at least arranged the jars against the side of the wall. Some of them were moved.

I dropped to the floor and pried out the floorboard underneath. I breathed out a sight of relief – my moneybox was still there. I retrieved it from its hiding place, and after picking the lock, (I’m a thief. Why do I need a key if I have lock-picks?) I opened it and skimmed the amount.

I ran my fingers over the gold and silver coins. Thank the Six nothing was taken. Everything would have gone to waste if I had lost this. My fingers brushed the edges of the envelopes wedged inside. I smiled. Everything I did would be worth it.

I shut the moneybox, locking it tight, and stuffed it into my bag. I had to be extremely careful about carrying a lockbox full of money, but I was going to guard it with my life. No pirates or bandits were going to get easy pickings from me.

Once I was certain that everything of value was in my bag, I crawled out of my office and went to the kitchenette. I packed food and water – at least enough for two days. Once I had snuck into the Asura Gate that lead to Divinity’s Reach, I would have to travel a few days before reaching my home town. But if I could not get through the gates, I would have to take the long route – through Gendarran Fields, through centaur territory, across Queensdale…that was a long trip. I could detour through Kessex Hills, but I wanted to avoid the trouble that land had incurred from the Toxic Alliance.

I left the rest of my month’s rent on the counter, along with a note for my landlady. I didn’t want to have any debts or ties left with Lion’s Arch – I could never come back.

I climbed out through my window, and made my way through the back allies of Lion’s Arch.

I stared out across the plaza, toward the distant Asura Gates outlined against the night sky. I wouldn’t lie – a part of me was going to miss this city.

((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3i7Sznuu-Ww This soundtrack in the background. Image may or may not be helpful))

Mermaid
Sirens
Spirits of the Sea

The author’s drawings grew more and more elaborate as volumes go by.

First, they appeared just the first chapter
Second, every page
Third and Fourth volumes had smaller drawings line the edges

On the final booklet, pictures took over words. Notes lined the sides of surrealistic drawings of the fey and the ocean.

Scribbled in hasty handwriting, the last page said this:

‘Words are not enough’.

Old Krytan’s primitive syllabary couldn’t comprehend knowledge of the deep ocean.

The story started out simple enough.

He showed her the human cities and civilization.
She shared navigational tricks and secrets of the sea.

A man and woman spending so much time together is bound to fall in love. And love did they get. The Scholar moved his house closer to the ocean.

Though The Mermaid tried her best to hide her identity, pirates and sailor caught wind of her true nature.

Legends stirred over drunken bottles of ale. High on fantasy and alcohol, they plotted their deeds.

Riches
Wife
Fame
Immortality

One salty dog believed that eating a mermaid will grant him eternal youth.

So the hunt began. Surrounded the scholar’s home.

The scholar tried his best to fend off the oncoming horde, but he was no match. Good thing the lady could fight with both blade and magic. She came to the land prepared to take on pirates.

But the Captain threw his sword at the Scholar.

She pushed him out of the way… just as the Captain planned. The sword pierced through her torso and landed the fatal blow.

Her necklace shattered.

In a lover’s rage the scholar used one of the fallen lackey’s swords and sliced the captain open.

This is the part where the drawings start to become…. very surreal.

As fast as he could, he carried her into the ocean waters and begged to the ocean spirits to bring her back to life.

Yes, they did. The Elders heard his plea

A giant wave engulfed them both, and in the waters they speak

‘Take responsibility’
The Mermaid sacrificed her life to save him
Now he must repay her deed

They give him one night to make his final preparations. Write a goodbye letter, pay off debts, anything. Come dawn he must return to the beach and join them under the waters forever.

Otherwise the waters of the world will drown him in his sleep. No matter where or what, as long there is water he will drown.

Drawings of joy scattered in the pages. The land and their riches no longer satisfy.

He spent the last night describing the rituals he will go through to become a fey of the ocean.

They must first find a willing member of the ocean. A merman, or a mermaid: as long they have connections to the Elder.

Then the Land must hold the Fey in tight embrace. A giant wave and a whirlpool will drag the couple deep into ocean.

The person from Land must never let the Ocean go.

If he did, he will fail the Elder’s test and be consumed by a watery grave.

The books ends here.

His peers dismissed it as the mad ravings of a scholar unable to accept his lover’s death. However, none has ever seen them since.

No corpses washed ashore.
No bones left on the seabed.

The stories of sailors drowning by sirens appear to match the ritual. Most would have tried to flee in panic, and thus be consumed by the Elder’s judgement. They love their children very much, evident in their emergency life-giving charms.

However, their children’s foreign suitors are tested by trial of fire (or in this case, water).

This brings to question of another Tyrian demigod.

Nay, it wouldn’t be right to say it’s a demigod. It’s probably a Primal God. Not like the Six: more akin to the Pale Tree.

Kraits might be related to the mermaids. They both come from the ocean and appear to worship a particular deity. However, it’ll be wrong to conclude that they worship the same spirit.

Just as the Land have clashing forces both primal and divine.
The Sea struggles the same.

So The Elders hid the existence of their precious children away from the troubled surface.

Who knows if mermaids walk amongst us today? If they dress like the landdewllers above, no one will notice.

As long they remain a fantasy, they can travel the world as they please.

Unnoticed

Yerol bought me another mug of hot chocolate! Yay! That’s a great relief after all the serious crazy journal entry.

He asked if there’s anything he could do for me.

Mmmmmm……. nothing comes to mind. I help just because someone asks for help. I don’t expect anything in return.

Peter Jackhammer is already printing copies of the translation, complete with translations. They’re too important to be left out.

I’m not sure if Captain Storyteller is still interested in this. He’s been housepecked by his overbearing wife and rather dispirited lately.

Well, got to try at least once, right? If he doesn’t accept the story then it’ll be two copies for Yerol.

We waited for the copies to be printed. It didn’t take too long thanks to improvements to the printing press. I don’t remember it being upgraded last month….

I suspect it’s thanks to all the sailors buying Bubble’s wanted posters.

So, I gave two copies of the translated entries to Yerol.

“Mind sending one of these to Captain Storyteller? He started it, so it’s only fair he gets an update. Thanks!”

“I’ll be here sending the books back to the Lionguard dudes back in LA”

[[ Humuhumunukunuku?puaa Oh man I would have never noticed it if you didn’t tell us! Now we really must have a sister named Ahpuuahah XD

By the way, a taste of real mermaid adventure, get this game. One of the best stuff I snagged from Humble Bundle

http://store.steampowered.com/app/24420/

And that post will be the last lengthy one from me for a while.]]

I swear, the only colder place than this would be in Grenth’s embrace. It is cold. I had to get entirely new armour just to stop shivering. Heavier, thicker, I was certainly going to be less mobile. So, this was my new home. Surrounded by Vigil troops. This was worse than I thought it would be. Still, might as well find out where these bears live.

Well. I heard all about those ‘Ice cities’. Didn’t think that much of them, really. But here, seeing them… they are huge. I had resigned myself to having to poke around some boring huts while the Kodan played see-saw with themselves. This, however, could be interesting. The Kodan seemed quite willing to allow me to wander around, even as a first time visitor. They seemed to have no distrust of me. That was a little disappointing, it made it less likely they had secrets to find. Still a little more fun to look around than a bunch of huts, I guess I could keep an eye on other outsiders who came along. Figured I might as well explore the area, see what other distractions I could find for myself.

What is that in the distance?

WHAT’S THIS THREAD DOING, NOT ON THE FIRST PAGE OF THE FORUMS?!

kicks it back in its proper place

Arikyali.5804:

WHAT’S THIS THREAD DOING, NOT ON THE FIRST PAGE OF THE FORUMS?!

kicks it back in its proper place

Sorry Ma’am, working on it.
Give me a sec to make a drawing of Bubbles.

*edit I’ll release it tommorow, I’m a bit tired right now

Sophiera.1209:

[[ Humuhumunukunuku?puaa Oh man I would have never noticed it if you didn’t tell us! Now we really must have a sister named Ahpuuahah XD

By the way, a taste of real mermaid adventure, get this game. One of the best stuff I snagged from Humble Bundle

http://store.steampowered.com/app/24420/

And that post will be the last lengthy one from me for a while.]]

What kind of mermaid doesn’t have fins while swimming underwater?

Jaric.5679:

Sophiera.1209:

[[ Humuhumunukunuku?puaa Oh man I would have never noticed it if you didn’t tell us! Now we really must have a sister named Ahpuuahah XD

By the way, a taste of real mermaid adventure, get this game. One of the best stuff I snagged from Humble Bundle

http://store.steampowered.com/app/24420/

And that post will be the last lengthy one from me for a while.]]

What kind of mermaid doesn’t have fins while swimming underwater?

The reason is actually extremely spoilerific.

kitten , now I want to know. And hey, where have the other writers gone?

…I’m waiting here for someone to make a critical turn in the story before I post mine. I don’t want my idea to conflict.

Jonas had everything packed, and we were ready to make the return trip to Lion’s Arch. We made our farewells to the Coddlers and passed through the hidden underwater exit. Having made the trip recently, Jonas knew the easiest, safest route. So I let him lead us.

“Have you thought about what you’re going to do now, Bubbles?”, he asked. “It will probably be awhile before the hunt ends, and your disguise isn’t foolproof.”

“Yes, I will probably return to my home and keep to my own underwater world. What worries me most is that [FISH] may flounder. I have spent many years protecting my city beneath the waves, and I see now that there is so much need of help on the land.”

“You can’t give up now, Bubbles. Lion’s Arch needs someone like you.”

“But I’m afraid my presence would be too much of a distraction”, I protested. “For good or ill, the presence of the mermaid would be disruptive for [FISH]. I was hoping…”

“Yes?”

“Well, you said that you were looking for your calling now. I was hoping that maybe you would like to run [FISH].”

Surprised, Jonas stared at me. “Me? What do I know about helping people in trouble?”

I swatted him in the arm. “Jonas! What have you been doing? You helped the Coddlers care for me, and you took it upon yourself to help make sure I remain a mystery to the world. You’d be perfect for the job.”

We walked awhile in silence while he contemplated. “Suppose I do take your offer. What then? Do I report to you in secret?”

“Oh, no. You’d be in charge. The gilled members would report to you. Nobody but you must ever know I am still alive, or my ability to protect the bay would suffer. We must never contact one another unless our duty to the people of Lion’s Arch overlaps.”

“I’ll be in charge then? Very well… I accept! My first goal as the [FISH] Head will be to cement your “legend” as a mystery that may never be solved, so that most of the people stop looking for you."

“I’ve given that some thought”, I said. "You said that the Asura will be a problem, right? That they don’t care so much for the “legend” as just gaining knowledge about my species?"

“Yeah, the Asura” he said looking into the distance. “They won’t stop with their fancy machines until they find something. Then they’ll probably scurry back to their labs and have years of fun analyzing their findings. The problem is, they haven’t found anything and it’s making them more determined to stay.”

I rummaged in my pouch. “Will this do?” I said, handing Jonas the remaining bits and pieces of my shattered necklace. “I think they would be very happy and very interested to have these.”

Accepting the pieces. Jonas grinned. “Perfect, Bubbles! They wouldn’t be able to resist this!”

“But wait, Jonas”, I implored. “It needs to be in exchange for a favor. There is something I want them to do…”
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We made it back to Lion’s Arch without incident. My disguise seemed to work perfectly, as nobody we met gave me a second glance. Jonas and I worked out a way to make contact with each other in the event of an emergency, and too soon we found ourselves at the water’s edge, our journey complete. I kissed Jonas on the cheek and dove into the bay before he could say anything. I turned to wave one last time, and then flipped over to repeat the performance with my tail as I disappeared beneath the surface. I was home.

Role players!

410 posts and 45,000+ reads later, Bubbles finally has her Warning Buoy. I thank everyone who participated and everyone who read for making this thread a surprise hit. Keep it going! Feel free to make use of the “Jonas Grumby” character. (Someone else has the name in-game, but unless they object I have no problem seeing more of him).

Bubbles has faded into myth, as do all mermaids. But there is plenty going on in Tyria even as her story fades. I will enjoy seeing where these tales lead.

The forums already have a section for “Fan Generated Content” (under COMMUNITY CORNER). This thread began as a little tongue-in-cheek humor, and now probably belongs there instead of the “Discussion” forum. Many of you have good stories to tell. We have a good place to do it! I’ll see you there!
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First In Sending Help [FISH] is a real Guild complete with emblem and little else. Population: Me. I would like to try my hand at role-playing in-game someday, but I am not ready to manage a Guild for that purpose full-time. I just want to pop in on occasion with various characters and join in for some role-playing fun and special events.

If anyone wants to take over, let me know. Send me a Private Message (in the forums, please. Not in-game) and list your qualifications. Have you ever run a Guild before? How many members? Do you role-play in-game? Have you organized any successful in-game events? Are you on a role-playing server? Etc.

I would like to see a simple, easygoing guild that accepts people who just want to role-play while representing [FISH]. No pressure to have certain stats, builds, or achievement points. No forced recruiting or representation. Just role-playing fun and games. But like Jonas, you will be in control. After it’s yours, you can do what you like with the Guild.

((Awww, Ms. Bubbles is back home! I’m so happy! Is this the end of her story, or will we hear from her again? It sounds a bit like en ending.))

Samuli.7852:

((Awww, Ms. Bubbles is back home! I’m so happy! Is this the end of her story, or will we hear from her again? It sounds a bit like en ending.))

This is the end of Bubbles’ part in Warning Buoy! If I see a good place for a cameo elsewhere, I haven’t ruled anything out. But unless GW wants to give me an actual mermaid tail skin (Hmmm! I wouldn’t object to that! ), then making screen caps for a mermaid tale are hard without a mermaid tail.

FIN

[[I felt that the story is also approaching the end of its arc too. Glad to see her back home
I think I’ll end my part here too, at least for now. The mystery is ‘solved’ after all.]]

After compiling the book, I submitted the translated story to Friendly Lionguard. Due to the lack of verifiable authorship, the book is filed under ‘Folk Legend’ instead of ‘Historical". It’s still a treasure to the Priory though. Anything that reveals the thought processes of society long past will be kept here, safe and sound.

Life returned to normal. Mermaid Mania is dying down and Lionguard now resumed (mostly) to their Scarlet-busting activities.

Anyone who tries to claim to be a mermaid now undergoes two tests:

1. Drink milk. If milk didn’t trigger any ill effects, the person is guaranteed to not be a mermaid.

2. In case of lactose intolerant land-dweller, attempt to have the person breathe underwater without any aid.. Do not force. If they refuse to volunteer, there’s a 99.99% chance that they’re not a mermaid.

Most failed the first test. I don’t think a fake one can pass the second one either. If anyone other than a human claims to be one, they’ll be sent to the loony bin for psychological evaluation.

As for me, time to return to normal life too! I’ll stay in the Priory and make more hot chocolate for everyone.

I hope Midnight’s sister is enjoying her new walking stick.

And above all, I hope Bubbles lives a happy life after the ocean.

….Why do I think she’s alive? It’s all in the book, necklace and all. You don’t need to be famous to tell the truth.

;)