Guild Wars 2

Trib in multiplayer requires some coordination. Usually, the safest place to stand is to plant your face on of the pipe organs. We’re talking about standing beyond the blinky blinky checkpoint buttons, not on the button itself.

There are some exceptions to it like Trib 2-3 (tribulation clouds and stupid icicles), which then is a mass rush to the checkpoint. Always pre-assign your checkpoint position.

Pugs are fine if they listen. Unfortunately there will always be some buggers who don’t. They ruin everything.

So my guild made a Guild Boss Blitz Run. We aimed for gold. All is fine and dandy until pugs started flooding into the instance.

Worst of all, 50% NEVER listen to instructions.

Tell to stop hitting <boss name here>, people still autohit anyway. (Pyroxis tend to reset so that is understandable, but Kurai?)

Tell people never NEVER NEVER EVER rush to the last remaining boss, pugs still zerg the last remaining boss to so-call ‘help’. No, that’s not helping. Because of the upscale, we miss the gold mark by 5 seconds.

Tell people we need more people at <insert hard boss like Shuurak here>, need to beg many many many times to get the right balance.

Those pugs rather get 1k karma over the delicious bag loot Gold will give.

/facepalm

The idea for the event is nice, but doing it with random people is akin to herding cats. It’s the same reason why anti-littering laws never work.

Pfffffftttt bwahahahahahahah

Vorppa or Voppa

I wish that we have the option to buy land and invest in it ala Assassins Creed 2….

Aren’t they more worried about the leg not setting right? Realistically speaking if you don’t take care of a broken leg, you’d be crippled.

My brother broke a bone before and despite proper treatment, he still feels the pain today. (after 5 or so years) Pretty bad for Braham if the pain doesn’t go away.

All of Salad race is getting the blame in the eyes of some people too

I thought 1 citizen represents maybe 10 actual civilians. We can’t expect to process 50,000 models in one scaled down city.

But yes, what happened to that kid?

So, so, so, so many times we’ve failed the event by 50 people….

Kal Spiro.9745:

Sophiera.1209:

6-7 people? More like 20-50 people. There are stacks of Afkers at the north and south entrances, and more hiding in forts and holes.

To makes things worse, there’s zerg ball that farm blades at Dolyak+children from the start to the end (why would they want 20 stacks of blade shards?).

When the blob moves to a miasma event, the scaling makes it near impossible to complete.

Now that’s gonna make you fail. I highly question its accuracy, but it would do it. Personally I don’t see the point of 4 crap backs, one ultimate bag which is just a crap bag with a chance to get something that might be cool, and 25 event bags.

Sure, you’re afk so you’re probably not “wasting” your time, but it just doesn’t seem worth even the no effort being put in.

It was about 20-30 minutes in. I walked through the gendaran entrance and what do I find? At least 10 Afkers. And friends talked about various hiding spots people have found to hide themselves in too.

6-7 people? More like 20-50 people. There are stacks of Afkers at the north and south entrances, and more hiding in forts and holes.

To makes things worse, there’s zerg ball that farm blades at Dolyak+children from the start to the end (why would they want 20 stacks of blade shards?).

When the blob moves to a miasma event, the scaling makes it near impossible to complete.

Mister Krait! I’m glad you enjoyed Meatoberfest. I agree, those charrs have the best meat! It satisfies my carnivorous plant side of me

You didn’t feel sad fighting that monster because you were protecting Meatoberfest! Many humans and non humans fight to protect their friends, family and festivals. When we succeed, we feel happy because our loved ones/festival is safe!

Noooo mister Krait! Don’t sign that Consortium contract! Southsun island may look beautiful but it’s not a nice place. Only one spot is nice, which is the Pearl Islet. And you don’t need to sign any contracts to go there.

You can get there via the Lion’s Arch portal at the docks, south of where the other 5 city gates are.

Human guards are strict, but they understand you’re new so they just give you a small time-out. I don’t think that was the throne room though…

Maybe better ask one of us take a photo of the throne room?

Lol Little quaggan, how did you get yourself into a room with so many crates?

I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you

Oh Mister Krait, you’re becoming famous! Maybe now you can get to see the Queen’s chamber!

Draco.2806:

I like the lack of subscription fee. Both from the perspective of not eating away at my money, and for alleviating the pressure it puts on you. Play whenever you want… That’s good.

Same here. Subscription fee burns especially with bad exchange rates.

Ooooo Krait I remembered another question!

How do you tell each other apart? To us, all krait look the same. To some people all Salads look the same too… but I kinda agree there. Most of my siblings share the same faces. It does get confusing without our nametags and clothing.

You guys really want to continue it on the forums itself? We can make a new thread in Fan Generated content, but Bubbles will no longer be here

Oooh I see you’ve visited the windmill king

thinks hard
Hmm…. good question.
Yeah, I think you should look into ‘enslaving’ golems. The Asura BUILD them to work after all. Imagine the possibilities if your people can build their own slaves. No need to go out to catch people. You just need the smarts, materials and technology!

[[For some reason the posts got eaten again. And Arena net.. Hehehehe I see what you did there]]

Oooh so your social structure is similar to Charr. They’re the big. furry, cat-like people. They’re raised in groups not by their parents too.

Krait, I am not sure if i should ask this sensitive subject but… why do kraits live on slaves? There are many other ways to make a living other than selling slaves. I know bad humans sell slaves too, but it doesn’t mean your folks have to follow them

Maybe you can be like the Asura? Their golems do all the hard work.

“Krait has biological parents, but all krait raised in hatcheries by broodmothers instead of egg-layers.”

Ooooooooh your social structure is similar to the Charr then. The big talking furry cat-like ones. Someone else raises them in groups too.

[[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.

;)

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.

Mister Krait, do you have parents? We Salads are always curious about the concept of ‘parents’ because we only have one mother

By the way, your adventures are warming up my heart Mister Krait! That shows there are good Kraits out there

Oh the big spinny thing in the sky are called “Windmills”, they harness the power of the wind to move things. Usually they’re used to grind wheat into flour.

Yes yes! Check out the Circus!

Just don’t go to Lion’s Arch. It’s chaos there right now.

P.S Don’t limit yourself to human lands. Check out the other races too!

Chocolates are my favourite, and the humans make some good ones. (Though I argue Sylvari 70% chocolate bar is the best) I hope you’re not allergic to it, because that would be sad

Oh oh oh oh try out some Smoked Salmon! Awesome stuff! And Clam chowder! Those should fit more to your tastes

[[ 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.]]

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”

((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

[[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 ]]

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

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

[[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 ]]

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.

[[ 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]]

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!

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.

[[ 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!!]]

(( Oh, okay I didn’t want to get it wrong XD

When I was 14, people thought I’m 10. And when I watch TV, some 12 year old kids look like 16. In some manga 15 year olds look like 25. IT’S SO CONFUSING ))

(( I don’t think I’ve shown how I look like properly. Here you go ))

(( SIDEQUEST ALERT! You can skip this chapter if you want. This is just a detour to resolve my mission to look for Midnight. You’re welcome to read it, but you’re also free to skip it if you’re not Midnight ))

I head over to the house and noticed… her.

A blind sister, huh? That’s sad. She seems rather reluctant to leave the home area. Understandable, she can’t see what pitfalls there are. Not very disable friendly, this world.

I heard an enterprising human somewhere is developing a special lightweight stick that allows the blind to feel the ground. He believes as long we have the right tools available, the disabled can live like a normal person. Lots of people got blinded by poisoned water.

I dug through my collection of namecards and found that guy. The stick is made out of hollow mithril. Very light, very durable. Originally he thought of copper or iron, but ever since adventurers conquered the more dangerous lands laden with Mithril that once-expensive metal crashed rock bottom prices. No rust, no fuss. Perfect.

He called it a ‘Seeing Stick’, painted in white so sighted people don’t knock into it. The richer folks use Celestial for an extra blinding shine. Oh the puns.

With a bit of hinges and tricks, the long stick folds up into something no longer than a ruler! Amazing!! I’d say this is more impressive than fancy Asuran gadgets! It’s so simple, so low-tech yet so functional.

It’s not widespread yet, but he hopes people will adopt it soon enough. Right now it’s still too expensive for the public to buy.

I bought two sticks (A spare is always good) and knocked on their door. This time I tell them my name first BEFORE handing over the gift.

The mother left the house while I was away. A young lady answered the door… though I can’t make up her age.

I introduced myself, my affiliation and so on so on, just so she knows I’m not a conjob or a kidnapper.

When she trusted me enough, I gave her the sticks. Taught her how to use it too. The lady learned quick.

“My sister sent you here, right?” She asked.

Quite cliche. “Nay, not directly. It’s a long story. A friend of a friend of a friend told me your family is looking for her and I can’t remember who’s that friend anymore… so I decided to just to look for you instead.”

“Is she in trouble?”

That’s the uncomfortable part. Should I give a little white lie?

Mmmm nah. From my Dream I learned that little white lies in this situation will just make family members wonder why their loved ones STILL haven’t come back home.

“Yeah, she’s in a pickle. They’re pretty sour dill pickles too. With Charr Chili.”

To my surprise the girl smiled. “Oh, that means my sister is okay. She’ll get out of the pickle: she always does.”

Confident! I got worried for nothing! Glad to have done something useful, I say goodbye and let normal life continue.

Come to think of it….
I think I sensed some really, really nasty traps hidden at the front porch. If I was a conjob, that girl would have pulled the trigger. I don’t know which of the sisters built that, but that’s sooooo cool!

(( Yay that’s a quite accurate description of my saladness when I’m hyper-happy-blur! Nope, no bad corners here at all

Hamfast.8719:

((Hmm… the Skritt! Great move! We could just let the toxin get released, and have the Skritt filter out all the bad chemicals through their lungs! ))

I’m not sure if this is a joke or seriousness that Skritt are living Air Purifiers))

In the midst of running about to look for….. I can’t remember the sequence anymore, haha! I just realised something important:

I FORGOT TO TELL HER MY NAME!!

Noooo now nobody is going to know I visited her! How am I going to verify to that friend of a friend of whateverness I passed the message?!?!?!

Friendly Lionguard beckoned to me just before I walk through the Asura gates to Divinity’s Reach and delivered the best news of the day!

All three bombs found!

But I still need to find a codemaster. We could a whole ton of stuff, more than just locations. There are bomb blueprints, journals and so on.

Then Friendly Lionguard said:
“We found a small booklet in between the blueprints that has a picture of a mermaid. It’s written in Old Krytan, so we sent it to the Priory HQ. You’re a Magister, right? Could you pick up the translation later?”

My jaw dropped. Of COURSE I’ll pick it up later! But first I got to look for a codie and deliver the news.

I posted my request to all 480 guild members of mine. I’m very sure at least one of them knows someone like that. 50% Charr to boot! We got a bunch of Ashes in there, but none of them are codies. Boo.

Being in a guild named like a surveillance camera sure has its perks.

(( Authour note, the guild’s name is Choo Choo Train Volution [CCTV]. Lots of my guildies are also either Charr mains or have alts with Charrs, so the other nickname is Charr Charr Train Volution ))

Blimey me, I can’t remember who’s the contact who asked me to look for the family in the first place! That dude just walked up to me and went “hey hey have you seen her?” kind of deal. I’d remember he/she asked it yesterday but…. after the third day things start to get fuzzy.

Nevermind, I got Midnight’s real name from the Charr Lionguard. It’s not 3 days yet, so I can still remember it. So I asked the DR folks for directions a bit.

I sent a mail to Yerol about the new mermaid development. It’s short and sweet.

“Found some Old Krytan text referring to a mermaid. Meet me at the Priory HQ.”

Off I go!

I just realised I’m trying to talk to someone who’s sleeping. In tears. Okay, I’ll sit here for a while until she wakes up and repeat the entire three-paragraph worth of hyper-words

In the meantime I heard Lionguards talking about the mermaid fans. All three camps agreed to organize an event to commemorate Bubbles

Synchronized Swimming

If Bubbles is alive, then the dance is to celebrate her life.
If Bubbles passed on, it’ll be a tribute to her passing
If Bubble’s death angered some unknown sea god, the dance will be an offering of peace.

They’re already looking for candidates and a spot to perform

(( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPx5g_eg7z4 ))

(( Reference to Lighthouse break in https://forum-en.gw2archive.eu/forum/game/gw2/Warning-Buoy/3224648 ))

Le Lionguard brains are reverse engineering some of the code thanks to the Black Lion Bomb discovery. One Whisper agent finally climbed up the rope: an Asura. Good thing they sent the smallest guy too. It’s getting kinda cramped in here.

I’ll let them take it from here, so I got out of the lighthouse and… GRAB SOME LUNCH
I can’t wait to have a real meal that’s not raspberry bars.

Mermaid potion fiasco mellowed down. The conmen stopped selling fake potions and moved into hiding. They’ll appear again someday when law enforcers are less alert.

Mermaid pickup lines everywhere! It’s getting rather annoying. Some establishments hinted to patrons that they should stop trying so hard

The earliest batch of mermaid poisoning victims are going back home. They’ll need some more days of rest, but nothing serious.

Just when I’m about to eat my lunch, Friendly Lionguard waved at me and said something about Midnight in prison.

“I think it’s a bad idea to talk to a criminal, dear,” said the Friendly Lionguard.

I told her I got to keep a promise. Friend of a friend of a friend’s friend friend is asking about her whereabouts, and I’ll do just that. No fancy deals.

Oh, right, what about the bombs? Friendly Lionguard said ‘leave it to me’.

Though I said ‘okay’ I’m a little worried.

After finishing my lunch, I head to the cells and keep the discussion short and clean.

My amicable connections with some Lionguard staff allowed me to visit the prisoner.

I started with:

“Okay Midnight, my friend of a friend of a friend’s friend friend told me that probably family members are getting reeeeeeeeeeeaaaally worried about you not coming home. And now you’re stuck here…. I don’t know how to explain to that friend of friend of…. you get the idea.

“Could I maybe get an address and escort them here to see you instead? No, wait, maybe not. We still have two more bombs that are supposed to be detonating tomorrow. By any chance do you know how to read codes? Because it’ll help. Like, really really help.”

“Ok, you’re probably super confused. I understand. Combustible Lemons and all. Bad Salads have holed themselves up in the Lighthouse for goodness how long. They’ve used the space to spy the city and make plans and you get the drift. They even changed the locks. I had to use rocket powered guns to shoot myself to the top of that tower!”

“Right, focus focus focus. So, how do you want to settle the problem? I’d like to hear something really soon because I need to go out there and help them lions find the bombs. My head hurts from lack of sleep and too much coffee.”

((They kept the plans and all at the lighthouse. Didn’t get to clear them out yet. Perfect hiding spot because nobody is ever allowed to enter there))

(( I’m from Sea of Sorrows and I don’t mind guesting to complete some RP stuff. If I’m awake. I live all the way in GMT+8 so meeting some characters might be difficult.

I’ve added Hamfast and Ari to my contacts too, though I should add Captain Storyteller as well because I have some questions to ask him

As for the captain. I’m still waiting for him to catch up.

Hamfast, I found the locations of the Bombs but I need someone who can translate from gibberish code into something tangible ;_; ))

(( Captain, those pictures are awesomesauce Thanks for the reminders too

Just double checking, does that mean we’re done with the scarlet fiasco and moving on to post-scarlet? ))

((Wait, what? A filter? It exists?! I thought the Kitten is an injoke about filters, not the filter itself ))

(( Yay Bubbles lives! Though sleeping and status unknown :< ))

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Sophiera.1209:

Didn’t they keep Mai Thrin in that cage in the bar?
They have some kind of a ‘prison’. It’s far south of the city where the bar is. Then go up the stairs and there should be some cages. Or two.

Really? I’ve never seen them. I just used the Vigil outpost. I’m gonna check there now. It’s inside Fort Marriner? The only cage I’ve seen is the one with Mai Trin inside.

That is pretty much the only known prison they have. :P

At least you can see the lighthouse from there. I think?

Standing on top of the lighthouse is a wonderful feeling. You get to see the world far and wide like the tops of the Pale Tree. Well, not as great… but good enough.

Friendly Lionguard told me that the fans’ search turned up absolutely nothing. Oh boy, here comes the Broken Base Syndrome.

Camp Optimists believe Bubbles still lives, Camp Pessimists insisted she’s dead.

Then we have the third base, The Apocalypse. Some had packed up their belongings in fears of another ‘tsunami’. Creatures of the deep will rise for vengeance, they say.

I witnessed one conflict breaking out at a nearby beach. A Norn Elementalist insisted on an appeasement ritual to calm unknown sea spirits. As she built a simple altar, some hotshot Charr Engineer kicked it down.

Aye, it didn’t take long for it to become a pretty ‘explosive’ brawl.

Lionguard prodded the city for toxic bombs and managed to just find one by luck: buried under the Black Lion itself.

Well, ruining the economy is a strategic move. Without Evon and his assistants, the flow of adventurer’s gold will plummet.

No funds=no resistance=a happy Bad Salad.

One down, two to go. Can’t rely on luck forever! I really hope someone comes by!

Call me paranoid, but I think I’m seeing something very, very wrong at the ocean horizon.

Didn’t they keep Mai Thrin in that cage in the bar?
They have some kind of a ‘prison’. It’s far south of the city where the bar is. Then go up the stairs and there should be some cages. Or two.