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Fanfic: Traveling Circus

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Author’s note: The characters portrayed here are my own, with possible guest appearances by those of other guild members. You know who you are.

Chapter One:

The crush of the crowd was stifling. Not that it was a torture to the mind, per se, but it was warm. Shoulders of the nobility, try though they might, could not help but brush with those of the common-born, street rats. And although they may have attempted to protect their valuables, it was quite easy for a skilled thief to relieve the upper crust of their trinkets and baubles.
Such was the instance in which Myrie Ward, notorious filcher with a strange code of honor and a taste for adventure, could be found. Slipping as easily into the crowd as a fish into water, the lithe young woman so much as flexed her fingers and found within them rich strands of pearls, glittering bands of gold, and earrings of topaz. She quietly stepped to the side, pausing to brush a straggling lock of chocolate-brown hair away from her green eyes, and inspected her goods. A smile spread across her slightly grimy face.
“Jackpot,” she breathed, inserting her fingers into her pouch and retrieving a heavy, and obviously valuable, necklace. She could tell that it was made to match another one. “What are you, my rare bird?” Myrie mused, pursing her lips. The silver jewelry did not respond, but its owner did.
“Thief!” a feminine voice shrieked, and underneath it, Myrie could hear the mutterings of arcana. Her eyes widened, and she groaned.
“Great. A highborn magician. That’s just what I needed.”
The “highborn magician” had spotted her. Red hair blazing against the flawless ivory of her skin, she stormed forward with deadly purpose.
“I swear, if you don’t give that back,” she began, a flicker of flame sparking off of her fingers, “you will deal with the all the wrath that House Firestone can offer!”
Yet the thief was gone, leaving an extremely angry elementalist behind.

Myrie watched from the rooftops to see where she would go. Instead of melding back into the crowd or calling the Seraph guards as could have been expected, the noblewoman simply sat on the dirty steps in a state of shock. She lightly fingered her collarbone as if fondling the ghost of her necklace. The thief’s resolve to sell the item dissolved as she noticed small, dark tear stains appearing on the dusty cobblestones.
“Why?” Myrie heard her whisper softly, her voice quivering. For one terrified moment, she thought the elementalist was addressing her. Yet as she continued, she realized that she was merely speaking to herself. “It was all I had of them. And now,” Lady Firestone’s voice took on a deadly edge, and she swept out her hand in a flaming arc, which then clutched a molten weapon, “it has been stolen. Think, Selana, think!”
Myrie cautiously watched as the other woman set down the lava weapon and pulled out a letter. Attached to it was a mirror copy of the very necklace which was so heavily weighing in her hands. Curiosity over-rode Myrie’s sense of self-preservation, and she scooted closer to the edge of the roof to get a better look at the piece of parchment. As she settled into a more comfortable position, there was a dangerous sound of shifting shingles. She glanced down at the roof.
“Blast.”

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Sealreth Fan-art

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You have a very good way of making your pictures “glow”! It’s rather difficult to accomplish, yet you have managed to do so splendidly. Keep up the good work.

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Rytlock in a dress (plus link to tumblr)

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Oh my word. That is simultaneously glorious and terrifying. If he wants to scare foes in battle, he should wear that! x’D

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And here I thought you needed a permit to be that adorable! You’ve got an amazing talent~! Keep up the fantastic work!

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Traveling Circus: Myrie Ward Fanart

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I don’t think she’d like it very much if she knew that in my mind, her nickname in this image is….
“Kawaii-rie Ward.”

[dodges daggers] I REGRET NOTHING, MYRIE.
Myrie: YOU WILL! [switches to shortbow]
HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPPP!!! Artist abuse! Artist abuse!!

~Special Thanks to my readers for staying with me for a year!

~Selana Firestone

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Wow! That’s a lovely bit of decorating you’ve done. Quite the pastry chef you must be- rank 400 must have been easy to reach.

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Chapter 2a:

Meanwhile in a different part of town, the early morning light was not the primary reason for an occupant’s rising. Selana Firestone had, in fact, been awake for hours, staring at a parchment which had been delivered the night before.
A warning? she thought, brow furrowing in confusion. Who would be out to attack me, and who would risk their life to warn me of their plot? She rose from her chair, nightdress whispering over her feet as she exited her quarters. As she turned toward the main hall of her home, she was greeted by a familiar face.
“Gryphon! A pleasure to see you,” she smiled. “Though I do wish you had given me more time to dress.”
“Selana, I’ve known you since you were but my knees’ height. There’s no need for formality,” he replied, chuckling. He then quickly averted his eyes toward the ceiling. “But I will agree that there are some things which have changed, so feel free to-“
“Thank you,” she replied hastily, using some of her wind-borne speed to race back into her room. Moments later, she emerged in a casual yet elegant morning dress. She smiled again, lips curving in amusement. “Much better, yes?”
“Definitely,” the Mesmer agreed. The door to the servants’ area opened with a slow creak, and from it stepped an elderly gentleman, stooped slightly with age yet with a fiery spark in his eye which attested to his quick mentality.
“A pleasure to see you again, Lord Radwing,” the man greeted, bowing slightly. “Is there anything which I may do for you?”
“Samuel, at your age, I should be asking that question of you,” the lord replied, bowing to him before clasping him on the shoulder. “Are you well?”
“As well as can be expected,” Samuel responded. “And you, Lady Firestone?”
“I am well, Sam,” she laughed, giving the old man a hug. “You needn’t worry so much.”
At this, the old man’s brows furrowed. “Shouldn’t I? What of this letter which has kept you up all night, hm? Perhaps let me see what can be done to soothe your worry, or allow me to find something in the antiques’ wing…”
“No, Samuel, that is not necessary,” she replied. “Please do not strain yourself for my sake.”
“It is as much for your parents’ sake that I do so,” he stated firmly, straightening his spine. “It is no extraordinary strain when one is asked to seek for the care and well-being of a child, and when finding a threat, to reduce it. All is in the work required.”
At the mention of her parents, a shadow passed across Selana’s face. “It’s not totally certain that they’re dead, really,” she whispered, sitting in a nearby chair. “We never got their official papers back.”
“Madam, I know that if they were living, they would have been here as soon as they could.”
“But what if they merely got lost? Plenty of soldiers had been kidnapped in the uprisings, and it’s not unheard-of for them to find their ways home only now.”
“Selana,” Gryphon said quietly, placing a hand on her shaking soldier, “breathe.”
“I am-“
“Breathe, Selana.”
She slowly took a deep breath. As she did, a light lavender mist trailed up her nose, sucked in through her mouth. Her eyes closed briefly as she exhaled. When she opened them once more, all traces of worry had left her face.
“Forgive me,” she said tonelessly, “I did not mean to fuss. Thank you.”
“No need to worry,” Gryphon murmured, eyes averted. “You’ll find out what happened to them someday. About this letter…”

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You have a fantastically-different style. It captures the dynamic essence of movement wonderfully! I hope that you keep up the good work.

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[Fanart] Llumin

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Although I was limited by material, being not only out of proper drawing paper, but lacking my Copic markers, I still think that this is one of the best sketches I have done of Llumin yet. In reality, her skin is a bit more tan, and her hair a bit darker and bluer in shade, but nonetheless, it should give an approximation as to what she looks like.

Llumin is a sylvari mesmer of the cycle of Dusk. Though at times naive, she is loyal, thoughtful, and adventurous, and will not back from a fight when words fail to diffuse a situation. Her mesmeric abilities are constantly-growing, and some say it is only a matter of time before she becomes one of the Grove’s finest spellcasters. She spends her spare time honing her skills, reading, and exploring. A favorite tea of hers is rose.

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Additional Voiceover Options for Characters

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Greetings!

Throughout my adventures in Tyria, I have had relatively few ways that I have thought of game improvements. One of them, however, is to have additional voiceovers available for player characters. Once you have enough people who are qualified (or until you have enough money, whichever is the hindrance,) at least one or two more voiceovers could be added for players to choose from at the character creation. This would allow for an even more personal feel to the game.

For example, I have two different sylvari. One of them is a soft-spoken, curious Dusk bloom for whom the default voice works quite well. The other sylvari, however, is completely the opposite- she’s a rough-and-tumble, hardspoken sapling who doesn’t care whose toes she steps on when she speaks. Obviously, the gentle default voice doesn’t quite fit with her background. This is where an additional voiceover would come in handy. If there was another that seemed a bit more brash, or perhaps with a slightly rougher/more pronounced accent, it would fit her better. After all, she’s a Dawn warrior – and in her mind, you move it or get injured!

Continuing the example, if such an option were added to the game, it could allow for the addition of a voice-changer item in the Black Lion Trading Post. This could help bring in even more revenue. For a fee of ~600 Gems, a player could buy the voice change and choose to alter their character’s voice. Such an item would be most useful if two additional VO’s were added- a single VO addition could be more reasonably priced at ~350 Gems.

I hope I have made my suggestion clear enough. The game is, fantastic overall, but the depth added by having more voiceover options would add even more value in my opinion.

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"Spots" Wollrane (Short Story)

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Well done. You made your character’s voice unique and likeable without detracting from your story. I don’t often see a relatable charr story, so this was a welcome change! Excellent work; please keep writing!

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[Fanart]: Echovald Sylvari

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I had run into a fellow lore nerd who had played both GW1 and GW2. We speculated quite a bit about Cantha, the Pale Trees, Tyria the subcontinent, Tyria the supercontinent, the size of the world, and other major world ports. Eventually, the subject of Urgoz possibly being a proto-Pale Tree who had been altered by the Jade Wind arose. Inspired by the idea, I had to sketch out what an Echovald Sylvari may look like.

Thank you to Firseal for showing me the original location of Ventari’s Refuge (in the top of the Gilded Hollow, for those curious) and for geeking out about the game’s awesome lore.

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The Clouds of Childhood: Sylvari Poem

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Soft whisper of the dusk
Awakened her to the earthy musk
Of nightmare, and yet
Of dream.

Before her still-closed eyes she did see
A shield of the moon,
Gleaming silver-
’Twas but a flash.

Her first breath was a battle cry,
Her second one a sob.
“Was I only born for battle?”
She wonders, and within
Her chest, a tightening.
A sadness; yet it is also a curiosity.

~~~~~

Now she journeys on,
Finding new adventures,
But one thing gave her pause-
It was an abandoned playset.

The dolls like fallen soldiers lay
Upon the ground,
Next to them, their pine-cone kingdom
Was tumbled over itself.
The only truly intact item
Was a simple swing of rope.

The sad scene made her realize,
“I have never had a childhood.
Thrust into war at my first breath,
Knowing only knowledge and the pursuit of knowledge;
When was the last time I stared at the clouds?”

The dolls were righted,
And lovingly dusted.
The pine-cone towers
Were straightened with care,
And a curious deer
Peered into the forest clearing
And saw the sylvari.

She was smiling.

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My lil' doodle

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You do have a fantastic style. Keep up the good work!

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Chapter 7d:

“What’s our next course of action, then?” Faren asked impatiently. “I know I’ve messed up before, but I still need to know what the state of Selana’s mind is. You can’t possibly continue with these…” He briefly flicked a frustrated hand outward, searching for the proper word. “These treatments forever. You’ve pretty much stated already that her mind is starting to build a resistance to them, and that she seems to be starting to show signs of strains because of them. I know you were trying to do what you thought would be most beneficial, but that was then. Surely she would be able to better process and think through the trauma now.”
“Perhaps, but the possibility still remains that her mind would shatter due to the sudden information overload. We must be caref-“
“I’m tired of being careful, confound it all and Ministry be hanged! If their dirty laundry gets aired in the process, then so be it! We are allowing an innocent woman to live with a caged mind. Is that really less important than the secrets of some stuffed shirts up in Ministry? Perhaps this is a good thing! Maybe we’ll even oust some of the more corrupt folk in high places.”
Captain Thackeray’s head was once more spinning wildly, and, not for the first time that night, he wondered why he had agreed to participate in this madness. “You never mentioned anyone in the Ministry! Why on earth- oh, don’t tell me….”
“We have ample reason to believe that at least one or more Ministers are in connection with the same Mantle operation which led to the curse on Selana’s sister. However, lack of any concrete knowledge has prevented a firm case with which we could accuse and remove him from his positon of power.” A thoughtful look entered Gryphon’s eyes. “Actually, your position could make this little mystery of ours a bit easier to solve. Have you ever been led to conduct any investigations on any of the Ministers? Do any of them strike any warning bells?”
Shock spread slowly across the Seraph’s face. “Yes, actually. Now that you mention it, Minister Caudecus has been spreading dissent against the Queen again. He seems just desperate enough to try contacting anyone in connection with the Mantle to bring her down. If she can’t protect one of the oldest families in the Reach, how can it be expected that she can care for her people in more distant lands?” He slammed a frustrated fist on the table, earning a brief, freezing glare from Yalora. “Grenth take him, it makes too much sense. I’ll assign a security detail to him tomorrow and see if they can find anything.”
“But what of the Ministry Guard?” Kasmeer protested. “You must know that with your position, any attacks on Caudecus will be seen as nothing more than an overprotective assault on behalf of the Queen. That would be bad publicity for both you and her, and it would lend credence to his arguments.”
“And we definitely don’t want that,” muttered Gryphon, lacing his fingers together thoughtfully.
An uneasy silence dominated the meeting. Finally, punctuated by a dry chuckle, Faren remarked, “You know, wouldn’t it be funny if she discovered all of this by herself?”

~~~

It only took two fingers for the man to break. Whimpering with pain, he quickly stammered out what he thought the madwoman and the crazy tree wanted to hear before subsiding into tears.
“Please, no more,” he hiccupped, inserting the bloodied, bruised appendages into his mouth. “I’ve told you what you wanted- just… just let me go! The pendant is genuine!”
Selana walked from across the courtyard and rejoined the sylvari and thief. Although briefly confused and disturbed at the man’s sudden change in behavior, she stated, “The letter claims that my parents are currently being held captive near some of the ruins in Nebo Terrace. Should this be true, I may be able to…” Her vision swam, and a dull pulse throbbed through her head.
“Oi, fleshy, you aw’right?” The pale green eyes were narrowed into slits. “Do ‘umans normally do that?”
“The swaying, face-holding thing? Nope. Hang on, there, Selana, let’s not crush your short friend by falling on them, yeah? Oh, and Sylfia, if you could call the guard and let them know that a Mantle cultist was recently found trying to assassinate Lady Firestone, that would be perfect.”
“You really think they’d listen to a talking tree,” came the skeptical reply.
“A talking, drunken tree, and yes. They’ve had to listen to gate-keepers state even more improbable and dangerous things, so you’re probably not the most odd of complainers.” As she spoke, the pale elementalist slumped onto the chair, clammy, trembling hands resting quaveringly on her lap. Myrie cast a nervous look at the woman, noticing that, despite the darkness of early morning, Selana’s pupils were constricted into pinpricks. Something wasn’t right.
“Might want to try finding a priest of Dwayna afterward, if you can,” Myrie muttered, trying to stabilize the tall redhead without being squished. “I think Selana may have incurred a head wound.”
Perhaps responding to her name, the elementalist’s eyes closed briefly; pausing to open them as if in a dream, her hazy gaze narrowed with drowsy confusion and frustration.
“I can’t see you,” she whispered. “Where have you gone?” Then, just as abruptly as she had spoken, the woman relinquished her remaining consciousness and slumped against the back of the pillar, mouth slightly ajar and breathing shallow. A stab of fear slugged Myrie in the stomach. Though she would have never admitted it, she viewed the orderly, proper elementalist as something of an older sister who was fun to tease yet who could be counted on for sound advice. For a woman who had very few family members or close ones remaining, to lose one more person would be even more difficult than before. There had been too much pain in her life already.
“Hurry up, you bleeding cabbage,” she whispered fiercely, struggling to keep herself from being toppled by the leaning elementalist’s weight.

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Looking for a name change need advice!

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Perhaps Tyrian Tales? Alliteration is a good idea due to the fact that it is easier to remember, as a general rule. In addition, it’s catchy!

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Great drawings! Is the Asura couple Elli and Zoot? I met them today in my personal story, they make a funny couple.

Thank you very much, Sakura!

The asura in the picture are Statician Klixx (who is a guildmate’s elementalist) and Khimma (who is my asura guardian). They view each other as siblings or rivals. Khimma is pretty fearless, having faced down the threats of a tenuous ally with retorts of her own and thus earning her respect. Klixx, on the other hand, is the one who will run around with beakers in hand, shouting, “For science!” without even realizing that his topknot is on fire. Together, their abilities, mischief, and intellect make them a formidable duo of minion-pulping, foe-scorching sass.

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If Guild Wars had a movie....

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^ PLEASE NO. If anything, GW would be the best setting for a film- especially pre/post-Searing Ascalon. Though the “main character (you)” may not be present, it could still use the NPC heroes of old to flesh out the story. Such characters as Mhenlo and Cynn, for example, would be excellent ones to follow. Perhaps there would also be an adventurer for whom the Flameseeker Prophecies centers around. If anything, I would hope they make a film based on Prophesies, as it had one of the more interesting plot twists.

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What do I do when stressed? I draw.
What do I do when bored? I draw.
What do I do when I should be working on other things? I draw.
Or write.

So enjoy the sketchies below! (some are unfinished/rough, so bear with me!)

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Oh my gosh, I love the expressions on the first and third shots. Without a doubt, the charr has the best face I have seen this year. Excellent work- keep it up!

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Chapter 15b:

Sylfia broke down the door with a resounding crash.
“So much for stealth,” Myrie sighed.
“Well, she did say ‘charge’,” Nettle replied, ducking a cultist’s swinging strike. She whipped her hand at his throat, crushing his larynx and sending him choking to the ground. The warrior roared and leaped on his prone form, ending his misery.
“If you don’t want a charge, you don’t shout it,” Sylfia hissed, golden sap leaking from her nose.
“I did, actually,” Selana answered. She rained a flaming meteor on the head of a squealing attacker and struck his companion in the abdomen with her staff before nailing him on the head.
“Then why were we being so bloody quiet on the way up?” Myrie shouted irately.
“You never know what kind of wild animals are lurking around here,” Selana replied demurely.
“That’s your excuse? Wild ani- Why are you smirking? Please tell me that you didn’t do that just for the sake of a giggle at my expense!”
“Oh, loosen up, shortie,” Sylfia grinned, bashing another two cultists into the ground. “You’ll get an ‘art attack otherwise!”
“We are in a literal den of assassins, and she decided that now would be a good time to joke?”
“Diff’rent strokes, I suppose,” the warrior shrugged, charging after a few fleeing Mantle who screeched in terror at her approach.
“By the way, didn’t you say you’d be unveiling your ‘companion’?” Myrie shot a trick arrow at the cultists, which bounced around and knocked them on their heads.
Nettle had been backed into a corner, gracefully weaving and dodging the assassins’ attacks. For a few seconds, she did not reply, her smile predatory.
“Nettle!”
With barely a glance in her direction, the necromancer flicked her hands outward, gripping a dagger in one hand. In the other, she held an ancient skull. Its hollow gaze burned into an attacker’s mind as she channeled her energy through it and greedily devoured his life-force. A moment later, he toppled onto the ground, writhing as black smoke streamed from his eyes and mouth.
“This is Adam,” she answered, sneering at his withered corpse before returning her gaze to his terror-struck companions. “And he would prefer that you be a bit quieter.”
Myrie watched in awe as the pale necromancer quickly went from hapless victim into powerful predator, leaving her enemies howling in agony and flaying their exposed skin in bloody ribbons. The strength was sapped from their bodies, leaving the easy task of elimination to Sylfia and Myrie. Soon, there were only a few cultists left. They scurried towards the cellar-room. As they reached its door, one of them bellowed, “Don’t let them reach the basement!”
“Well, there’s an idea,” Sylfia grinned.
“Follow them!” Selana ordered. From within the basement, the sounds of an argument could be heard.

Sylfia once more proved her hard-headedness useful by breaking down the cellar door. The few cultists who remained or had retreated there whipped around in shock and rage, eyes glittering under the lanternlight. The room itself seemed quite furnished. Almost like …
A base of operations, Myrie realized. She had been expecting a cell, but an entire base? Eliminating it could lead to greater security for Tyria- if they made it out alive.
A blonde-haired woman dressed in gold- and red- accented white robes was raging at the bruised and bloodied informant. He cowered at her anger.
“And not only are you incompetent and unable to bring our target down,” she snarled, drawing a ruby-tipped staff and whirling towards the group, “but you decided to bring them here?” Turning towards her gathered men, she pointed at them and shouted, “Leave none of them alive!”

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Chapter 5a:

Meanwhile, under the disappearing fog of early morning, Gryphon Radwing and Logan Thackeray continued their journey to the house of Gryphon’s contact. The cobbled streets led them to a rather ostentatious mansion which reared its impressive balustrades high into the air, lending an atmosphere of majesty and secrecy to the place.
“Is this the place?” asked the captain, looking rather skeptically at the regal building. “Doesn’t seem too secret to me.”
“That’s precisely what makes it such a good meeting place,” replied the mesmer with a small smile. He walked up to the knocker and gave a few taps on the door. After a few moments, a maid opened the door.
“May I help you?” she asked politely, inclining her head slightly.
“Yes; we have a meeting with the lady of the house and her pet dog for tea,” answered the lord. To the Seraph, such a statement sounded entirely too loony to be coming from his mouth; however, he was quick to realize that it was a passcode. The maid smiled, opening the door to admit them.
“Welcome. Lady Istairiea will be with you shortly. Please wait in the main hall.”

For such a regal building, the interior was sparsely decorated. Though the items used accented the wealth and elegance of its owner, they did so in such a way that was not gaudy or haughty. The mesmer had seen plenty of ministerial homes where the occupants were fully aware of their excessive riches- and they made sure that everyone else knew it, too. Here, though, the simple decorating bespoke a life of charity mixed with elegant comfort; there were no signs of prideful excess, and everything seemed to have a function, practical or not. The Seraph felt slightly out of place in his ornate armor, but he paused to look at the fireplace’s mantle, inspecting an emblem of another guild.
“Friend of yours?” he asked, gesturing to the inscription, which stated that her allegiance was to the Pious Knights.
“Not directly,” he replied, stroking his goatee. “Although I’ve heard that her story is similar to Selana’s, the only contact I’ve had with the lady of the house is in writing. The main reason I’m here is to speak with two others.”
At that moment, another set of knocks was heard, and shortly afterward, the other contacts arrived. One of them was a woman, fair blonde waves cascading lightly down her back and around her shoulders. The other, looking unusually haggard and uneasy, was Lord Faren.
“What’s happened to her?” he asked, taking a seat next to the mesmer and running a hand through his hair. It must have started raining, for his leather jerkin was lightly sprinkled with water, and both his hair and those of the woman were wet.
“You should know, of all people,” Gryphon replied tautly. Faren winced, and the Seraph had the distinct image of a schoolboy being reprimanded by his teacher.
“I’m sorry,” he stammered, “but I had to know if her mind was really showing signs of recovery. She hasn’t been the same since –“
“I know she hasn’t.” The older lord’s eyes were once more steel-cold, and his usually-jolly smile was instead flattened into a taut line of anger. “And you know full well that it is for the good of Kryta that she isn’t.”
“But is it so good now?” Faren cried, throwing his hands in the air. “It’s been almost twenty years, Lord Radwing, and with all due respect, I think that her psyche is more important than what some stuffy Minister says, conspiracy be-”
“Hold your tongue,” came a feminine voice. Though the captain briefly wondered if the blonde woman was the speaker, this turned out to not be the case. Instead, walking from the same hall they had entered was another lady. Her dress was one of white and black, elegantly accented with blood-red rubies. All stood and inclined their heads towards her.
“Lady Yalora, I presume?”

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