Guild Wars 2

So this is my attempt to make sense of Scarlet and explain some motives behind her actions based on my personal ideas (disclaimer: this is not official lore but something I fictionally created to give her character value, giver her strong lore ties, and make sense of her actions while explaining some deep mysteries about the Sylvari):

My ultimate goal in this is to throw some ideas out there to better make Scarlet work as a character

Ceara floated through the vast expanse of the Eternal Alchemy, allowing the vast rivers to time to draw her in. Through her tiny window, she glimpsed into the dense forests of Denravi. A giant claw raked through the earth, ripping aged oaks and tossing them into the air as if they were weightless. Twisted creatures covered with thorns crawled from the deep ravines etched into the land by the claws. The creatures scoured through the forests under the shadow of Mordremoth, consuming the forests natural magic and leaving corrupted wastes behind.

Then the dragon slept over the course of a hundred years. Vines and grass grew over the sleeping beast, forming it into a soundless mountain. The twisted creatures shriveled and died away, having no more magic to consume.

The druids emerged, slowly crawling out of the deep tunnels they used to hide from the dragons wrath. They began the slow and arduous process of repairing the damage that was done. A circle of the wisest Druids met at the ancient Henge, one of the few landmarks that withstood the dragon’s unrelenting wrath.

“This cannot continue.” Spoke Pale Stag, the wisest and oldest druidic spirit. The others nodded in agreement.

“What do you propose Pale Stag?” The ancient Urgoz questioned.

“A great sacrifice must be made for the good of the weald. Mordremoth must never be allowed to awaken again.” Pale Stag answered.

“We will draw out his power and imprison him within the very land he has violated. The seeds of Tyria will be the vessels, ourselves the waterbearers.” Pale Stag waved a luminous branch over a spot in the earth where a fossil of a starved dragon lieutenant was buried. “Not even the dragons are free from the cycle of creation.”

Over the course of hundreds of years the druids began their work, siphoning the sleeping dragon’s essence like one thousand glowing mosquitoes along the back of a great boar. Some of the druids were driven mad by the dragon’s power and were forced to be put down by the others. They stored the dragon’s power in great seeds that were carefully formed through druidic magic over the course of many years.

Then the work was finished. The Druids assembled one final time under Pale Stag.

“We will take these seeds far across the land and plant them along the distant edges of Tyria to ensure that the dragon never again becomes whole. Whatever life may grow from these seeds, we will guide them and protect them from the dragon’s corruption. Should any of us fail, the others shall come to aid and destroy the untamed corruption before it spreads.”

Ceara watched as the dragon’s form began to shrink away. “No…” She gasped. “This can’t be! I need more answers!”

(Cont.)

Ceara continued watching from her tiny window in time. The Druids said their farewells and marched far across the world. Pale Stag remained behind, choosing the fertile grounds of the Maguuma Jungle as the resting place for the first seed.

Ceara watched from afar, each seed was a tiny glimmer of light painted upon the shadow of the dragon. Then the seeds were planted, the first by Ronan and Ventari. The great trees rose, each one guided by a druidic spirit that merged with the seed to become its keeper.

Time marched on, the Grove bloomed in the shadow like a great rose. She watched as the first Sylvari were born. They grew like fruit from the leaves of the Pale Tree, watched and tended by the mother spirit of Pale Stag. Then the curious Sylvari wandered out into the world.

A voice rattled in Caera’s mind. “Go back my child. You have gone too far!” Caera shook her spectral head. “No mother! I will know the truth!” She mentally lashed out at the Pale Tree, pushing the warm voice of the mother tree from her mind.

The first Sylvari that explored past the protective beacon of light of the Pale Tree stepped into the shadow of the dragon. Dark vines grasped the curious explorers, pulling them into the shadow of the dragon. The Nightmare began.

Caera pressed forward, reach far into the future. One by one the shadow of the dragon began to crush each circle of light. The Trees fell to the Nightmare one by one, the first being the Tree of Urgoz in the land of Cantha. The Jade Wind lashed out and shook Urgoz’s guidance of the wardens born from his tree. Soon he himself became corrupted.

Other trees fell, one by one. The shadow of the dragon stirred, then roared. Mordremoth had awakened.

“No! No! No!” Caera mentally shouted. He physical body thrashed in the machine. The cries of her Asuran mentor were but distant whispers.

(Cont.)

Umm… Where was it said that the Druids were involved in the creation of the Pale Tree’s seed? Where was this conversation even had? Last I checked, what Scarlet saw was more of an ethereal version of the Pale Tree along with the rest of Tyria and the universe around it.

I’m sorry, but If you’re going to “make clear” what it is she saw, please use actual facts. Don’t make up information for the sake of convenience for you. All it’ll do is misinform people.

Caera desperately searched through the vast seas of Eternal knowledge, desperately hunting for a solution that would save the trees. She imagined hundreds of scenarios, but the Trees always fell.

She looked out past the shadow of the dragon and the twilight of the trees within. She saw the other races, each one free to advance without being limited by the dragon’s shadow. A deep jealousy began to brew within her.

Her anger caused images to flash before her. The space around her grew red. Images of war, destruction, and violence swirled through her mind. Then one image settled. A great Pact Warship created from the technology all the greater races fired a molten beam into Zhaitan. The dragon roared as half its body was seared away by the light.

The dragon roared as cannons bombarded it, then it fell in a great ball of fire, tearing at the clouds in a desperate plea for survival. Ceara watched in awe.

She watched the wars of the Pact forward and backward through time. She saw how conflict forced the Norn to drop their sticks and primitive hammers and instead raise rifles and swords of aethetic energy to clash with the advancing undead.

“War” She whispered.

“Stop my child! Ceara, you cannot do this!” The image of the Pale Tree again appeared before Ceara.

“Do not interfere Mother! I almost have the answer!” Ceara lashed out at the Pale Tree’s image, a red vine laced with thorns extending from her hand and eviscerating the Mother Tree’s visage. The Pale Tree gasped in horror as her image began to slowly fade.

“My name is Scarlet now.”

Scarlet watched on as war continued to advance technology at an exponential rate through time. She imaged a world where technology born from war was created over and over, becoming more advanced and more powerful with each cycle. With each conflict the races grew stronger and stronger, becoming more of a threat to each other than the dragons.

Scarlet looked back upon the shadow of the dragon with each tree of light still glimmering inside. She imagined a world advanced by war, with technology accelerating at an unfathomable pace. Each glimmering light became a sun. The shadow of the dragon roared as it was seared apart from the inside.

“This is the answer that will save us all. The answer that will free us from both the shadow of the dragon and the naive teachings of our druid keepers.”

Scarlet grinned.

“We will have war.”

With that thought, Scarlet’s eyes opened. She slowly emerged from the steaming machine, a wide grin carved across her face.

The problem is Scarlet already crossed that line of being an anti-villain. She often make fun of her enemies and view them as lesser beings. She kill because it is fun.

If she really wanted to save the world, she would have been a lot more humble. She only kill because it was necessary.

The attempt of lordhelmos was already done by an interview in response to the confusion about the matter.

She did not witness the Eternal Alchemy. What she saw was a hallucination.

@CHIPS: She is trying to change – or rather, remove – the “existence” of predetermination in the GWverse, but she also has a supreme superiority complex where she views herself better than everyone else because she believes she saw the Eternal Alchemy. She is 100% insane, egotistical, and has a superiority complex. It is in her mind that the ONLY thing that could possibly pose a threat to her… is the Elder Dragons.

She views everyone – the people she’s trying to allow to make their own choices – as ants. Unimportant and unable to do anything. A few of them dying… means nothing, and may even be the means to breaking Fate in GWverse.

Konig Des Todes.2086:

The attempt of lordhelmos was already done by an interview in response to the confusion about the matter.

She did not witness the Eternal Alchemy. What she saw was a hallucination.

@CHIPS: She is trying to change – or rather, remove – the “existence” of predetermination in the GWverse, but she also has a supreme superiority complex where she views herself better than everyone else because she believes she saw the Eternal Alchemy. She is 100% insane, egotistical, and has a superiority complex. It is in her mind that the ONLY thing that could possibly pose a threat to her… is the Elder Dragons.

She views everyone – the people she’s trying to allow to make their own choices – as ants. Unimportant and unable to do anything. A few of them dying… means nothing, and may even be the means to breaking Fate in GWverse.

Was this the Tower interview Konig?

Yes, it was.

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