Ayy I’m so in! I was planning on writing some character stories tonight anyways. This is how my newest (sylvari) character Dalamar meets my Main Dietrich who is the leader of the guild/the rest of the group.
I’ll include both refs of Dietrich and Dalamar.
Dalamar stared through the jungle vines that were his prison. The bodies of several other nightmare courtiers lay in the cage, the jungle already starting to creep into their lifeless forms. He had pushed them as far away as possible, but they were still far to close for comfort. “Why am I here…what am I even doing in this god forsaken place?” Being captured by the Mordrem had put a lot into perspective. Dalamar had been among the many courtiers who had followed Grand Duchess Foalian into this horrible place. He was perhaps among the few to survive. He couldn’t remember why exactly he had turned to the nightmare. Once long ago, he also had a dream. It was fuzzy though, a mix of voices and vague figures. An outstretched hand. It had held nothing truly tangible. No direction or mission. So he had turned away. And had ended up here, locked in a tangle of thorned vines that would bring nothing but his demise. The call of the elder dragon was growing stronger each moment.
He stared out of the small gaps in his prison. Was it night? Day? He knew it had been a long time. His glow was beginning to fade. He was too weak to summon a minion that could perhaps help him escape. There was no hope…
“LIGHT EM UP! Take down the Prisons- take out the Mordrem! Watch each other’s back!”
The voice shook Dalamar down to his very soul. Someone…or a group…was breaking into the camp. He struggled to his knees. He could hear sounds of battle coming from outside. The guards on his pod rushed past, eager to take out the offending intruders.
“Dietrich! Over there….there’s someone…important….” The voice Dalamar heard was wavering, but familiar in a way. It held the same amount of pain his own did however, and he could tell it was another sylvari.
“Right! Ren, Amalthea, on me!” the other voice shouted. The edges of his cage begin to burn. A huge sword hacked in through the side. A charr no doubt, from the heavy footfalls that accompanied it. It almost touched his arm, but a shield of Mesmer magic flowed in, covering him and the other’s bodies.
The cage broke open, light filtering then flooding. He raised an arm to cover his face. He half expected death to be waiting, that the rescue was a but a delusion of a tortured mind.
A sylvari popped into the opening, followed by curious and extremely cute asura. “Another nightmare courtier..” she murmured. Dalamar weakly gazed at them. A taller, imposing figure came up behind them, his features blocked out by the light. “This the one?” The other sylvari nodded. The figure shrugged. “Well, weirder things have happened. We can figure it out later though.”
The man leaned down, icy blue eyes shimmering over a confident smirk. He reached out his hand. “Time to go.”
Dalamar stared up, and for a moment, his dream came back to him in full clarity…The blond man reaching for him, a huge charr warrior standing guard behind him, the other two watching curiously. Then his dream merged back into reality and a wave of realization washed over him.
He reached out and took the offered hand. —-
