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We finally rescued the captives we’d been trying to track down for weeks. It wasn’t without tragedy. The mastermind responsible for the plot escaped our revenge. The next story arc “Nemesis” begins on Sunday.
A new person joins the Crew of the Destiny tonight. Looking forward to discovering who they are and what they will think of us.
The Jormag repeatedly landing bug has been videoed and posted to You tube.
Jormag is bugged on Piken Square. Get to ‘Defeat the Claw of Jormag’ and the dragon is caught in some kind of loop, repeatedly landing, vanishing and landing again. The event cannot progress and then fails. I first noticed this on the 13th October and hoped it might get fixed overnight, but its happened again Monday 14th.
Après Picnic
Al looked over the railing of the Destiny, out across the water of the bay. The picnic had been a success, despite losing two guests, he’d gained another and got a chance to speak to both Wileen and Tarya. The food, bought from a tavern in Lion’s Arch had been wonderful, a nice change from the usual ship fare. Saul had even brought along extra food.
He couldn’t bring himself to waste any of the left overs. He ate the remaining portion of chicken salad and bread, stashed the portion of exotic dried fruit and nuts and the opened bottle of wine for later, and put the pies, cakes and cheese in the galley. It wouldn’t last long. He put bets on the meat pies being sniffed out and eaten by one of the asura before anything else was touched.
The glasses, napkins and blankets had to go back to the tavern with the hamper. He left the Destiny, casually casting his eyes over the usual watcher locations. He’d got used to the constant spying. The tavern wasn’t far. He cast him mind back over the afternoon’s conversations, particularly the two women.
Wileen; blonde, beautiful, delicate table manners and the ability to say perfectly charming things at just the right time. A pleasant girlish giggle capable of disarming any man. Yet she gave so little away.
Then there was Tarya, brunette, not as beautiful as Wileen but pretty and striking. She’d had a couple more glasses of wine than Wileen and begun telling a lengthy story of a childhood picnic, filled with little brothers, a wicked cook and Mora the Norn she was looking for among the captives. Somehow her passionate desire for truth and honesty, willing to save the world head on had captured his thoughts.
He kept thinking about her, and then he kept thinking about what would happen, when inevitably it came out. Sir Alan Gedry was a fake, an identity he’d assumed when he’d decided to seek his fortune all those months ago. Although Alan Gedry acted honourably and did everything he could to be brave, endure trials and risk his life on missions to try and rescue the captives, his very existence was a lie.
Al approached the tavern, putting a smile on this face and delivering the empty hamper to the landlady. She counted the glasses and checked everything was present before handing him his deposit back. He smiled at her and gave a small bow.
Back outside on the street heading back to the ship, he could think of no answer. He could only continue on, trying to keep the lies to those he cared about to a minimum, and to enjoy their company whilst they still welcomed him amongst them.
(edited by FazedFlorence.9187)
Two campaigns running at the moment.
The main group that usually runs at least twice a week are currently in the Grove. Tonight the Asura group make the next part of their plan to make a name for their Crewe.
This takes place at the beginning of the ‘Gangs of Kryta’ story when the crew have decided to recruit a Scholar, Valrin, known to Vanir Trueheart’s family. The Crew have travelled down to the Gods Lost Swamp and Valrin has agreed to travel with them to their dig at Droknar’s Forge. Upon returning to Divinity’s Reach he has two hours to pack what he needs whilst the Crew wait.
Alairyn slipped away from the others with the familiar excuse of needing to see to some business. He found a quiet unobserved corner and changed from the light coloured and floppy sleeved noble clothing into something darker. He moved cautiously, alley to rooftop and then down to the ground again. He hoped that away from the constantly watched ship he would have a chance to slip away unobserved and warn his mother about the turn of events. As he rounded a corner and scanned the skyline he noticed the shape briefly before it flattened against the roof. Someone was following him. He moved faster deciding to go into and through a few buildings and change direction abruptly. A few moments later, this time peeking from the back of a parked wagon, he noticed movement. He was still being followed. It had to be one of the Whispers’ agents.
He moved forwards again, heading towards a street he’d lived on many years in the past, he knew that halfway along the street there was an alley not easily found unless you knew it was there. Soon he found himself going down the street and diving into the alley and pausing in the shadows. Across the street along the rooftop a figure ran cat like along the tiles. He recognised her silhouette in it’s body hugging clothing. The woman in black herself was following him.
She was too good for dodging in alleys to fool her for long, the only chance he had of losing her was in a crowd. He ran back to the busier streets of Divinity’s Reach, where a crowd was trying to get in and out of a pub with particularly good music playing. He squeezed through the crush into the pub itself where as he’d hoped opportunity presented itself. Someone’s unworn cloak had slipped from the back of a chair. He quietly apologised to Kormir under his breath and then grabbed the cloak, shook it and then had it on and over his head before leaving in the outward crowd.
This time he walked normally and there was no flicker of movement indicating a shadow. He made his way to his mother’s abode and snuck in through the back garden. The cook threatened him with a knife until he dropped the hood and showed his face. He frowned but let Al pass through the kitchen into the parlour.
There wouldn’t be much time, so Al bowed once to his mother before approaching and giving her a hug. He sat next to her on the chaise lounge and spoke in a quiet voice.
“Just a flying visit Mother, I won’t be able to come for a while. We’ve come to the attention of the Whispers.”
His Mother raised a brow at this comment and sighed. “Al… you don’t want to get mixed up with them.” she cautioned.
Al nodded. “I can tell that but, we don’t have a lot of choice, and whilst they are watching us I don’t know when I’ll be able to slip away again.”
He looked at his Mother, she seemed less pale and more energetic than at his last visit.
“You look better, has he found some medicine that works?”
She smiled at him. “It comes and goes Al, I enjoy the good days when they come.”
There was a flicker of shadow as someone walked past the window to the room. Al shifted and became nervous. “I can’t stay, I’ll tell you all about it another time.” He hugged her lightly, before standing and bowing. His Mother smiled wryly at him as he turned and left the room.
He decided that going back out the garden might be for the best and dashed out through the kitchen grabbing an apple from a fruit bowl on the way past. The cook barely looked up as he rushed out into the garden and over the wall into the alley behind. He went down between the houses a little while before taking another narrow alley to the street. He turned to head back towards where the crew waited and as a precaution scanned the streets and skyline again. A figure moved behind a chimney. She’d found him already.
Not wanting to let her work out where his mother lived, he continued the chase throughout the city. He lost her maybe once or twice more and then finally the two hours were up and he had no choice but to lead her back in the direction of the crew. He changed back into his noble clothing, only breathing slightly hard and grateful for the extra exercise he was getting during morning weapon’s practice. Bag slung over his shoulder he walked calmly out of the alley, breathing returning to normal and approached the crew, all the while feeling her eyes on his back.
In the words of our youngest Sylvari:
“Ship ahoy!” – Lettuce yelled out and waved toward the pier as the ship Destiny cast of, although there was no one on the pier waving the ship away. They were going! The Droknar’s Forge, secrets of the short and stubby and beardy dwarves were theirs to discover, as soon as they arrive there past the Sea of Sorrow. Captain Witte was certain they can reach their destination without much trouble, avoiding any hostile Orrian or Risen ships. Lettuce was at the stern watching the waves left behind the Destiny, as a light wind filled the sails above her. She looked up at the Sam in crow’s nest, he seemed so tiny being so high. She waved to the young man and get a wave back. Their journey to Droknar’s Forge has began!
Hi Cassy, glad you decided to apply to join, hope to see you in game soon.
As Talenna says, lots of us have alts and are always happy to help out or group up if you want some company. GW2 is my only SEA game at the moment so I’m usually about when I have time to play.
RP in GW2 is mostly running on Wednesday nights at the moment.
See you in game.
PO Alairyn
The GW2 RP in SEA is very much like being in a table-top campaign that runs once or twice a week. If you want an ongoing story that builds up around your characters this is a good way to enjoy it. I like having a GM as it means there is a mystery to be solved, and surprises to be had.
Our current adventuring group have been brought together after escorting a caravan to Divinity’s Reach. The visions of a firstborn Sylvari and an old ship full of mysterious statues have tied them into a group seeking to make its own legend.
A trip into the haunted ruins of Ascalon have unearthed more mysteries and revealed more about the talents and stories of the members of this band of adventurers. As yet we do not know our next destination…