I wanted to take the time and say thank you!
My main account was at a low MMR, but I noticed I kept getting matches with a lot of people who were in it for that quick pip loot, which cost a few matches for me. Even if you rally together or give a few pointers it didn’t seem to matter.
Regardless, I kept my head up, turned on some feels good jams, and cranked away to the point where I’m almost out of bronze. c= I know to most folks that means nothing, but it was the fact that I wasn’t getting ROFL stomp by pre-made 5-mans anymore. Last season I was match up with players out of my skill bracket at the time.
Overall. I know you have a lot of folks poking to change it back or dislike the new layout. However, I enjoy it and wanted to say thank you for the new layout.
THE ONLY THING I HAVE TO ASK….
Is maybe a tooltip or somewhere in PVP thread explain how MMR. points given and taken.
I noticed at the start I was getting 30 points taken when I lost and 20 to 28 gain. Then my 12th match in it started rewarding me with 11 to 16 points for a win and taking 11 to 12 away for a loss. It seems the higher I got in rank the fewer points were taken I guess if that’s right?
To the players who are scared or upset after 3 lost matches. I went for 8 lost…2 wins for placement. I sucked it up and even though I didn’t like my spot, just as I did with Overwatch. Yeah, it’s for sure a 50/50 thing with team/players skills. Though I kept my Thomas the train choo choo, it got to the point that things started to go smoother. Then it became 8 wins and 2 or 3 lost, or 4 wins and 1 loss and 2 wins after etc.
Keep your heads up. If anything, pro or players who don’t mind passing some wise words to folks who are in this season.
Not in a yelling way. But sure a few pointers in a nice calm way could help many. If they don’t want to listen or act like they know what is going on then leave them be. You can only help those who want help.
-Kit The Traveler -Angel-
@Kitthetraveler Started from the bottom! c:
PS: Yes, I couldn’t make up my mind on the title for this letter. THANK YOU! FOR THIS AMAZING FUN SEASON! IT SOMETHING FUN AGAIN.
(edited by pixie.5940)
Super excited! TY for putting this together for us. No more going against a 5man pre-made for a season. FEELSGOODMAN
Think you have what it takes to rise to the top of PvP tourney?
Then join the NA and EU PvP tourney held by Kit The Traveler.
There will be two tourneys to choose from, but each player can only enter one:
5 versus 5
3 versus 3
All players are welcome (any class and build).
1st place- Every player on the winning team receives 200g and two random skins
(Each skin will be worth at least 50g)
2nd place- Every player on the team receives 25g and one skin
1st place- Every player on the winning team receives 100g and two random skins
(Each skin will be worth at least 50g)
2nd place- Every player on the team receives 25g and one skin.
NA: Dec 28th @ 7pm Central
EU: Dec 29th @ 5am PST That should be about 2pm UTC+2
NA: Dec 30th @ 7pm Central
EU: Dec 31st @ 5am PST That should be about 2pm UTC+2 ((Edit 10/13/2016))
I was told EU folks may be still in school etc. So we may move it 3hrs after this current time.
1. It is not allowed to swap classes during a match, you’re only allowed to swap between matches.
2. If any of your teammates don’t show within 15 mins of your show time your team is disqualified.
3. Teams cannot substitute players if they are not entered.
4. No Profession Stacking ie. 5 Thieves, 5 Guardian etc.
5. Only people who’s been given permissions to spectate are myself, announcers, and streamers.
HOW TO ADVANCE:
Matches are best 2 out of 3.
I figured I wouldn’t run both at the same time, allow for breaks in between, as well as give enough time for people to get used to the new balance patch coming up soon.
All items are donated from my pocket and time. I may even toss in few gem things in as an extra. Maybe I’ll stream it, or if someone wants to stream it you’re more than welcome, I don’t care.
I’m looking for volunteers to be announcers for the events. We can run a vote on whether or not we want there to be Voice Comms or not. If you are interested let me know, otherwise I’ll be speaking to everyone the day of to see what they feel like doing.
YES ESL teams can join as well. Just don’t do any ego “pound-your-chest” type crap or I’ll easily give you a yak punt out of the tournament. Everyone has fair ground and play; guys, girls, or Quaggan. Just have fun. I’m doing this because I enjoy the PvP community just as much as I enjoy PvE & WvW. Community is key in my heart.
If you have any questions, leave them here or pvt me in-game: pixie.5940 or Kit The Traveler or Tweet me
kitthetraveler. I check my Twitter more often than not.
If you would like to sign up. Get your group together and have the leader post here or if not email me at kityakkingtongmail.com with your ingame ID name and your teammate’s ID and character name.
Your deadline is Nov 18th to sign up. At the end we will put it all on a gooogle doc/bracket for folks to see.
ADDING —10/12/2016 note:
3v3 is TDM on courtyard
5v5 is ranked maps. i.e.: Battle of Kyhlo, Forest of Niflhel, Legacy of the Foefire, Temple of the Silent Storm are the currently ranked maps for anyone who doesn’t know PvP lingo. I’ll add this to the message above.
You’re allowed to register at least ONE or TWO substitutes per team. Be sure to register them as substitutes in your roster. You cannot act as a substitute and play for 2 separate teams. You must stay with one team. You must only register in ONE game mode!
This will be last time dates will change We got holidays I know folks had college breaks or work vacation going down on the last dates. Thanks to teams keep me posted.
You can add your team to me on Discord as well like some have I’m fine with this.
My Discord name is : Kit The Traveler#7648 <— If you need sign up your team still go for it will extend the date until end of Nov.
I believe we may be moving this to next month or Jan. <_< It seems a lot of folks have holiday/family/Thanksgiving stuff to do.
I could move it to Dec. maybe after Christmas. So everyone can get their holidays out of the way?
Let me know.
If not I’ll PM the teams who sign up so far and ask them.
Thought I keep everyone inform. Not everyone follows’s twitter.
Weird request and I know most folks asking for like bugs to be fixed, skills to be nerfed, classes to be kicked to the curb.
I’m here with you today for a request. Can we get a salt finisher? Maybe chief pouring salt, or cute quggan pouring it. Or a big salt shaker itself. Sprinkles saltiness all over the person body.
Thanks -Kit The Traveler
This voice audio was done by Richie “Bog Otter” Procopio Happy Halloween! @RichieProcopio
Trick or Trick
At last, the final bale of hay is set out for the morning. Watson signals his completion to Kit, who was lounging on one of the bales he set previously. Their two yaks trotted out onto the field and began grazing.
“Nice job Rookie! Only one last task for you complete: fill the water tray!” Kit shouted.
“You know, this is all really hard work. I’d sure appreciate the help!” Watson complains sarcastically.
Kit was already fast asleep again, her body contorted atop the bale of hay in very unceremonious manner. It’s a wonder how she’s able to get comfortable at all with both her arms underneath her and one leg splayed oukittenson sucked his teeth with a “tch” and continued on to his final task. He fetched pail after pail of water from a well that seemed way too far away to be useful until he the tray was filled. Stretching, Watson turned around to let Kit know.
“Boo!” a scarecrow appeared in-front of Watson’s face, causing him to trip over backwards while squealing in one of the most unmanly displays ever seen. The scarecrow reeled back, then fell onto the ground next to Kit laughing her sides off.
“I can’t believe I got you! Did you like my ‘fake’ sleep pose?” Kit said in-between laughing fits. “How do you like my scarecrow? I made him myself; even used my own home-grown pumpkin for the head!”
“Riveting…” Watson sarcastically remarked. “When you’re done scaring the bejeezus out of me I’ll have you know I’ve finished all my work.”
“Oh, good work Rookie.” Kit threw him a thumbs-up, “Go ahead and clean up while I put this scarecrow in the field.” Watson took a look at the palms of his hands, as if to confirm they were dirty, and went inside. Kit set the scarecrow up and jogged inside shortly after.
Meanwhile, Mr. Sprinkle and Watson’s yak, Bertha, were exploring all the bales of hay Watson had set out. A slight yelp came from Bertha as one of the bales of hay burst open, covering her in hay and grass.
Hee hee. Tee hee hee.
A hint of laughter was carried on the wind. She shook off the hay and walked with Mr. Sprinkle to the tray of water for a drink. No more exploding hay bales along the way, thankfully. As they attempted to drink, however, the water rose suddenly from the tray and splashed all over both of them! Bertha ran off screaming into the barn.
Hee hee. Hee hee hahaha.
Watson and Kit came running to them to find Mr. Sprinkle shaking off the water. Watson went to check on his yak while Kit tried to help Mr. Sprinkle dry.
The laughter rose to a roar! The wind suddenly picked-up, blowing loose hay and grass in a vortex around the scarecrow. The pumpkin head burst into flames as the scarecrow lifted up and flew about, laughing all the while.
“You again..” Kit gritted her teeth.
The scarecrow flew toward Kit, stopping inches from her face. “Yes! MEEEE!” the scarecrow laughed again. “What is this, the second year I’ve done this? I have a perfect record so far!” Watson came running out of the barn with his sword drawn.
“Oh, what’s this? A new play mate? Kit, you shouldn’t have!” the scarecrow said. Watson ran up to the scarecrow and slashed at it, cutting the fabric and digging into the sack body beneath. The scarecrow recoiled and threw its arms up defensively. “Ow! Stop! What’s your problem?” Watson flew back from a burst a magic, landing in a pile of hay near the barn door. Watson looked to the scarecrow in shock.
“What- Who are you?” Watson asked.
The scarecrow slowly increased in size as he said, “I. Am.-”
“-Mad King Thorn” Kit finished for him. The scarecrow shrank back to normal size and looked to Kit.
“Well I was going to do a dramatic introduction, but thanks for ruining it for me, Kit!” the Mad King shouted. “You’ll pay for interrupting me! Next time we meet, you will definitely pay!” The Mad King’s spirit left the scarecrow in a burst of flame, his laughter echoing in the wind. With the Mad King gone, Kit turns to Watson.
“How’s your yak doing? Is she alright?” Kit asked.
“She’s fine physically, but she’s too scared to come out. What do you do when Mr. Sprinkle gets scared?”
“Oh, I just feed him some snacks and he’s up on his feet in no time. I don’t see why that wouldn’t work on Bertha. You get to work on cleaning up this mess and I’ll get the snacks!”
Watson tried to get out a response, but only stammered as Kit marched past him with a big grin.
Adventurers! Mad King Thorn has finally shown his face and is determined to spook everyone he can. His victim this time was Bertha, Watson’s yak, who is now too scared to leave the barn. Help Kit and Watson coax her out with some delicious halloween snacks like Pumpkin Pie or Candy Corn!
Mail to: pixie.5940 or Kit The Traveler
Bumping this to get it back up in the forums for easier viewing.
I wanted to take the time thank notUlvsonn, Choxie808, LordHelseth for donations towards the PVP tournament. I really appreciate it!
I know LordHelseth going to let us use his arena for EU.
I believe Age is going to let me borrow his for NA.
Ah, real quick I should add.
There a few folks who donating some things into prize pool to give away for stream viewers and for players in the matchup. <3
If anyone else is wanting to pitch in. As I tweeted out. Please only do so if you want too. I don’t want anyone not be able to pay bills or whatever RL issues. Do you first. I got most of this handle by out of pocket myself or grinding.
I’ll be sure make a thank you list for folks who donated. Also make sure if you donate tell me where you want prize fund to go into. Again you can pvt me or on game etc. I pretty much live on it doing traveler stuff.
NA tournament one. I think the best time would be around 7 or 8 central. That usually the times NA tournament happen from my experiences.
Oh ok get ya and time zone makes sense. Let’s change that then. That totally fine. Thanks for pointing that out. I’ll edit it. Sometimes I forget.. being in Seattle Wa my time zone is way back from central folks. Swapping time now then.
If I can get a confirm if EU time works for EU folks let me know I will swap that as well.
Poll…doesn’t work. It takes me to store/account page.
Thanks for taking initiative to organize a tournament during PvP downtimes. I can give you a few suggestions from my tournament experiences and organizing one. Instead of using email to organize teams, try Battlefly.com system, they got everything in simple formats and most PvP players who play tournament like myself are used to Battlefly.
Also, idk if 9 PM PST is the most convenient for you but if possible please consider pushing it back to 7 or 8 PST. The reason for that is from my tournament experiences, if more than 6 teams sign up the matches will take at least ~2hrs to played out unless you run 3 arenas simultaneously to reduce time.
As for casters and streamers, I can hook you up with Gamewithstorm, Jebro, Aerodynamique, OlrunTheBlade, etc. All are well-known casters/Players in the PvP community. Just send me a mail In-game if you need any more help since I’m interested in helping amateur tournaments to help bring PvP back to life.
First off Jebro and I are in same community maker content pool so he knows of this. Any of others guys want too. That totally cool. I would just like a heads up of who.
Second off are you speaking of NA or EU on time. I don’t mind swapping up time if it helps. I was going off base of all the folks I’ve spoken to and their free time.
As for the email. For now I’ll stick with that. Note it for next time.
I hope that clears everything. Again as for time I need to know NA or EU. If so I’ll look into it. We have about a month and half. It best to do it now on any time change. Before it to late in the month.
I would enter but I’m not good enough to have a team. So I’ll just spectate and make fun of the bad ki- I mean…..enjoy a good time!
K i t ? ME! >;o
Hmm, did you notice that 5AM PST —> 2PM UTC+2?
Trying to make it easier for my EU folks. That about early noonish for them. I’m ok with that. If we find time won’t work for most of the EU team we’ll fix it before then.
I added it to the notes.
(edited by pixie.5940)
I’m assuming the 3v3 is TDM, since Conquest wouldn’t make much sense for that, but is the 5v5 TDM or Conquest? Also, you mention people not being able to substitute players if they aren’t entered. Does that mean we can register substitutes?
3v3 is TDM on courtyard
5v5 is ranked maps. i.e.: Battle of Kyhlo, Forest of Niflhel, Legacy of the Foefire, Temple of the Silent Storm are the currently ranked maps for anyone who doesn’t know PvP lingo. I’ll add this to the message above.
You’re allowed to register at least ONE or TWO substitutes per team. Be sure to register them as substitutes in your roster. You cannot act as a substitute and play for 2 separate teams. You must stay with one team. You must only register in ONE game mode!
I’ll be sure edit first post add it up there! I kind of blanked the heck out on that main part. Thank you for pointing that out.
YES I will have a pvt arenas already set up <— forgot to add that.
Why isn’t this emailed to everyone in game about this poll. Like it is in WvW. Not everyone comes to threads, and twitter, fb, or reddit.
It’s how I voted for most my WvW was thanks to that letter in-game mail about it.
I say sort of shady and makes votes and thoughts short sided.
The repetitive clopping sounds of the yak’s feet helps dull the stinging heat of Black Citadel.
The sound of shuffling boots sneaks its way in; every now and then the sounds sync with each other for a fraction of a second.
An exasperated sigh is let out, “Hoo, man! Who knew delivering cargo would be so boring?” The yak grunts in response. “I mean, why’s it gotta be so hot? What’s up with this weather, eh?” The yak simply grunts in response. “Humph, some conversationalist you are…”
Meanwhile, nearby in a dark alley, some no-do-gooders are up to do no good. “Hey, boss. Look over ‘ere. Isn’t that that traveling kit who stoles your gold?”
“Hey, yeah, you’re right. It’s think it’s time for a little impromptu, yet very coincidental, payback! We’re pulling out all the stops for this one. Gregor, give me your last bomb.”
Clop-clop, shuffle-shuffle, tssssssss boom!
An explosion rocked the yak and traveler and startled everyone else nearby. The bandits hooted and hollered while coming from the nearby alley. “Nice throw, boss! You got ‘em dead-on!” A wide smarmy grin was painted on the bandit boss’s face, but it soon turned to a grimace when the smoke cleared, revealing a stumbling cloaked figure.
“What the-? Grrr… Gregor! What kind of bomb was that, anyway?” The bandit boss shouted.
“A…smoke bomb?” Gregor stammered.
“You idiot! Why would you give me a smoke bomb?”
“You asked me for my last bomb, not an explosive. That was the only bomb I had!”
A distant voice shouts, “Uh, guys?! I don’t think this is who we think it is!” The bandits turn to find one of their own being held-up with a dagger to his throat, the previously-cloaked figure stood behind.
“What?! You’re not Kit. Who are you?” The boss demanded.
No longer covering his head, the young-looking man removes his dagger and kicks the bandit toward the boss. “I’m-”
“Rrrrrookie!” A woman’s voice cuts through the air, interrupting every sound in the area. Even the insects now lay silent. Kit and Mr. Sprinkle storm onto the scene. Kit halts in-front of “rookie” while Mr. Sprinkle bowls over the bandits, knocking them all dozens of feet aside.
Kit continues her berating, “How could you let this happen to your first shipment?! I told you to watch your back!”
“They used an explosive on me! How could I possibly have predicted that?”
“It was just a smoke bomb. Also, where is your yak? The poor thing must have run off all terrified.”
The rookie points, “She must have run in that direction. There’s the cart over..turned…” Kit stares daggers at him.
“You lost your first shipment, rookie. You know what you have to do now, right? I’ll go find your yak while you go get more cloth.” Kit ordered.
“Where am I supposed to get more cloth? I can’t just conjure up this stuff out of nowhere. Can you?” The rookie sarcastically stated. Kit looked back at him with a sly grin on her face.
“Okay rookie. You’ll get off this time if you can find your yak. Afterward, I’ll show you how a seasoned Traveler gets things done!”
Adventurers! Kit, or more accurately, her rookie, needs your help. He’s lost his shipment on his first day on the job. In order to show him up, Kit needs to replace the cloth shipment. Please send in 5 pieces of cloth to help replace what the rookie lost due to his obvious carelessness!
pixie.5940 or Kit The Traveler.
(Cave of a secret book)
“Here it is, Sprinkle. The place we’ve been looking for for the last two months.”
The new “entrance” Mr. Sprinkle created starts off in a steep decline. Kit curses under her breath, “Sprinkle, you’ll have to wait here. If I’m not back in 10 mintues just..make some noise or something and I’ll come rushing out.” Sprinkle stamps his foot in acknowledgement. “Good, now hold still. I need to tie this rope to you and lower myself down.”
Kit ties one end of the rope to the handhold of Sprinkle’s saddle and uses the slack to slowly lower herself down the rubble. The loose rocks and occasional structure debris jutting out make it incredibly dangerous to descend without support. With some rope remaining, Kit reaches the bottom of the slope; an open corridor leading to two hallways, one with a door jammed shut and the other with a door broken open from the inside.
Only one way to go, it seems. Kit heads into the dark hallway, ducking below fallen beams and breaking through spiders’ webs; The sound of angry spider legs echo througout the hall. The hallway opens up into what appears to be an atriuma, a small raised dais planted firmly in the center, highlighted by the sunlight shining through the broken ceiling. Atop the pedastal rests a dust-laden book. “Bingo!” Kit says, and makes her way toward it, keeping a wary eye on her surroundings.
“I could swear I’ve seen something like this before,” Kit says to herself. Arriving atop the dais she haphazardly grabs the book. Suddenly, the dais lowers and the walls lining the atrium descend, revealing numerous undead creatures and humans. They immediately start running toward Kit!
“Oh, crap! I knew I forgot something!” Kit throws the bag of sand at the nearest undead and high-tails it back the way she came. Kit is able to nimbly navigate through the narrow debris-ridden hallway, while the undead have a harder time with their clumsly limbs. Because of this she was able to reach her rope with time to spare. She shouts upward, “Sprinkle! Pull me up. Hurry!” Sprinkle’s head pops into view at the top of the slope.
“Don’t just stand there! Run back so you can pull me up!” Mr. Sprinkle disappears from sight. Kit glances to the hallway she just came from. The undead are having a more difficult time than she anticipated. “Huh, maybe I do have enough time to cli-AAUUHHH!” Kit’s words turn into a surprised scream and she’s jolted upward. Just in time, too, as the undead begin pouring out of the hallway. Without obstacles in their way they’re surprisingly fast and quickly begin to climb after Kit.
Kit explodes from the self-created entrance, but Mr. Sprinkle doesn’t stop running. Kit, still being pulled along my Sprinkle, shouts, “Sprinkle, stop!”. Kit glances back at the “entrance” and sees undead pouring from the hole. “Nevermind! Keep running!”
Adventurers! Kit’s in quite a bit of trouble and, oddly enough, can’t outrun the undead. She’ll need to distract them somehow. Send in 5 articles of meat so Kit can toss them behind her, hopefully enticing them long enough with the meat in order to get away!
pixie.5940 or kit the traveler Right now when I make this post. it is 1am pst. I’m little early then normal. So don’t panic if I don’t mail at the moment. I just wanted to get this up at least before weekend starts.
YES EU AND NA CAN MAIL
YES if mail returns means mail box is full
Yes all weekend 1 time per account once a weekend
#MakePvPFashionWarsAgain !! I agree lets shine bright like a diamond in PVP as much as we do in PVE! I 1+ this.
After months of tracking, the bandit’s hideout was finally found. The hooded figure walked at a cautious pace, unsure of where to go and eyeing the surroundings. There were bandits everywhere; hundreds of them training, drinking, resting, playing cards, or working on something or another. A few of them eyed the hooded figure suspiciously, but lost interest as soon as they had past.
Finally, the bounty was within sight. A veritable mountain of books, and in front of them was a group of bandits sitting at a table, laughing and talking. This had to be it. Why would a crew of bandits have such a large stash of books otherwise? The hooded figure made their way to the table and the laughing immediately stopped. Upon their arrival to the table one of the bandits spoke up, “Get out of ‘ere, rookie! You weren’t part of this catch.”
Glancing at the books behind them, the hooded figure said, “Interesting collection of books you got there. 300 plus pages each, small print, gotta have a lot of big words in them. I didn’t take you guys as the intellectual types.”
“We don’t need be readin’ ‘em. We’s plenty smart enough already. Books like these sell for quite the copper, and that’s all we need” the bandit said.
Another bandit chimed in, “What’s your interest in these books, anyhow?”
“Durmand Priory would like their books back. It seems you’re long overdue for returning them.” The hooded figure said, as they flung their cloak off and threw it at the bandits. There stands Kit, bow drawn with three arrows knocked before the bandits could pull out their weapons. She lets loose, taking three seated bandits in the chest. The fourth bandit scrambles to his feet and struggles to pull his sword from its scabbard. Kit takes this opportunity to pull out her own sword. She runs and jumps off the table, slamming into the bandit and impaling him to the ground.
Alarm bells ring loudly. All around Kit the bandit crew rushes for their weapons. Some simply grabbed a handful of money and ran off. A group of bandits rushed toward kit, screaming wildly, certain they could easily overwhelm one ranger. Suddenly, a cloud of smoke burst in-front of them. Their war cry turned into screams of anguish as a shrouded figure dashed in and around them. The smoke cleared and only a human female was left standing, a sword in her right hand and a pistol in her left. She looked toward Kit, “Ugh, why did you just up and attack them? You’ve ruined everything!” Kit gave her a quizzical look, but she just turned and began fighting more of the bandits, dashing around in between clouds of smoke, leaving bodies of bandits in her wake.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Kit drew her bow once more and launched a barrage of arrows into a crowd. A few dropped instantly, but the rest scattered and began to flank her. Grimly aware of her disadvantage, Kit pulled out her sword once more and retraced her steps. A large bandit lunged at her with his sword, but overextended his arm. Kit stepped right and rushed in behind his blade, thrusting her shoulder into his chest and knocking the wind from him. He staggered back and Kit slashed his chest as she ran off.
Kit rushed on until she caught up with the mystery woman. She was heavily pressed by three bandits and a fourth, standing further back, began knocking an arrow to his bow. Unfortunately for him Kit is a ranger, and so was able to loose her own arrow right through his neck before he could even pull his bow string. Kit rushed toward the woman who was still struggling to hold her own. She was able to dash to the side of one and gash his side and shot the other with her pistol. A sword burst out of the third’s chest as Kit reached them.
“Kiera,” the woman said.
Kit looked at her. “What?”
“My name’s Kiera.”
“I’m Kit. Look, we got even more bandits coming after us, so what do you say we get out of here?”
“I’ve got just the plan!” Keira winked. Together they rushed towards the mouth of the cave as Keira hurriedly explained her plan to Kit. Nearing the exit, Kit threw caltrops behind them to slow the advance of the bandits, then rushed outside to meet up with Mr. Sprinkle. Keira held back, lit a fuse on a bomb, and rolled it under a stock of gunpowder barrels.
The ground shuddered violently as the explosion threw shards of wood and earth everywhere. One of the wooden shards caught Kit on the leg, creating a small gash on her right thigh. Unfortunately, neither Kit nor Keira have any bandages to patch her up.
Adventurers! While walking away from the explosion without looking back at it, Kit forgot explosions were actually crazy dangerous. She’ll need some bandages to help patch up her leg. Send 5 cloth pieces of any type to help her out.
Mail to Kit The Traveler or Pixie.5940
Check out the developer interview with Matthew Medina! Who works for ArenaNet and on GW2! It’s on my site kitthetraveler.com ! ???? #GW2
I plan to add a new dev each month!
This is third place winner story NOT mine. Each place got their story put up for a weekend for kit the traveler. You have all weekend and yes EU and NA both can mail. New players welcome along as well. Warning next week is 1 year of Kit the traveler fun and goodies Keep posted on the website or twitter.
“Brains, Brawls and Bravery” “Show yourself right now!”, she loudly exclaimed and looked around frantically. These dreaded shrubs everywhere! She twirled her staff in the air and let out several fiery beams. It had not rained in days and the twigs made some nice crackling sounds, but nothing else could be heard.
“Not here”, she mumbled. She was not yet ready to accept that she had lost his trace. That blasted empty-headed Skritt thief had probably found kitten to hide in and there was no chance for her to get her revenge – and her stolen goods back. “One more and I can go home”, she had quietly said to herself prior to that incident. She could have just sent some of the idiots from her lab to do the task, but she preferred to collect those precious plants herself. One single flaw and her carefully brewed tonic would taste like rotten chickpea salad. True, the effect would not be extenuated, but Gechii was a perfectionist.
Since it had already turned dark, she decided to call it a day and head back now. She would probably have to send somebody to collect the plants after all, as her trip to Verdant Brink could not be delayed much longer. Her expertise was desperately needed there.
“Graarrrr!”, she suddenly heard a growl from her left. Quickly, she raised her staff and turned around to see where the noise had come from. She could not hold back her chuckle: There stood a little Charr cub. His beige striped fur was bristling in the wind. He – or she… it was hard to tell, especially at such a young age, but she guessed it was a male – had raised his paws ready to attack. His tiny claws were reflecting the light of the flames from the shrub. Now there were two. Then three. He tried to stand steady, even though something inside of him wanted to run and hide in kitten.
‘Never show fear’, he heard his Primus’s voice and he straightened his posture slightly more. The figure chuckled again… or rather, all three of them did. Then he realized, “You’re a Mesmer!”, he exclaimed clearly impressed, but he did not let his paws sink even an inch. If only he knew where he had put down his sword before he had fallen asleep.
The yelling and the fire had startled him and he had gotten up and prepared to fight for his life, but now this seemed like a foolish move. The attack had obviously not been directed at him. He did not know which one of the three figures to address. She – or he, it was hard to tell, but he went with “she”, mostly because of the way she had styled her hair – was roughly his height. Her dark brown hair had carefully been braided. Her yellow eyes and her pale skin seemed even brighter with the reflection of the fire. Some spots around her eyes were darker skinned as were her ears which were also surprisingly short.
This paleness stood in stark contrast to her clothes which were a weird mixture of gold and orange. All three figures had their staves still raised, ready to shoot more fire, but their facial expressions suggested they may not kill him right away. “What are you doing here? Did you see a Skritt?”, asked the voice on the right. “No, ma’am”, he replied as politely as he could to her second question. “It’s just me.” She snipped and her two clones disappeared. “Then what are you doing here all alone?”, she asked again with a slightly more pressuring tone in her voice. She had learned that Charr were with a group of other Charr from the beginning on. “We got attacked. Giant earth worms! They left me. Ran away like cowards”, he said with disgust in his voice thinking of his former warband. He still could not believe they had done that!
“Once I realized I was alone, I decided to run away, too. I am brave, not stupid!”, he added, puffing his chest just a little bit. Gechii nodded. Intellectually, he, just as all Charr, was far inferior to any Asura, but some possessed qualities – like the bravery this little one showed – that she had come to value lately. She made an almost inaudible noise thinking of the Inquest. So much intellect wasted – and worse, combined with sheer foolishness. It was simply nauseating. With their superior intelligence, she did not only believe that all Asura had to try and strive for the best, she also thought that they were responsible for the wellbeing of the races below them, just like the little furball in front of her. “And now you’re lost and scared, right?” “I’m not scared!”, he yelled loudly with pride in his voice. “I can defend myself!”, he quickly added to make his point clear. Gechii took a step to her left and shuffled with her foot.
“Is this yours?”, she asked after she had moved a tiny blade closer to him. “Yes”, he said, slightly embarrassed. He did not recall putting the blade there, but it was definitely his. “What’s your name?”, she asked now, her voice being a lot gentler. “Oci.” “Good, Oci. My name is Gechii. Now please tell me what exactly you are planning to do, except for becoming devourer breakfast if you sleep here with no further defenses set up?” He was thoroughly ashamed now. After wandering for a few hours, he had lain down here. But only to rest and close his eyes for a moment! He made one last attempt to show her he could handle the situation: “I was on my way back to the Black Citadel!” He puffed his chest again and pointed into the distance behind her.
“The Black Citadel is that way”, she pointed to her right. “Oh.” “But there’s a portal to a safe town nearby. From there, you can go back home.” He scoffed. As far as he was concerned, he had no home anymore, no family. They abandoned him, after all. Such Charr could not be a family. Then his gaze brightened. “Can’t I come with you?” He looked at her excitedly. Surely, such a bright Asura was leading a very exciting life and he had always found mesmers fascinating! “No.” She shrugged. “But…" – That came out of her before she had even thought about it. What was she doing? Her mind had certainly had enough time to process the question and think of at least a dozen possible scenarios for every possible answer she could have now. Adding a Charr cub to her krewe… But there was something special about him – and even though she could have killed him with just a snip of her fingers earlier, he had not even blinked, let alone moved away from his spot. He could prove useful. Yes, she reassured herself. That was the only reason she had hesitated. He could prove useful!
Oci stood in front of her with big eager eyes. He had almost jumped up and down excitedly when she had hesitated, but had resisted that urge as it might have made him look childish. “But you can’t come with me right now”, she finally added. “I have important business to do.” She could not imagine Oci in Verdant Brink, not with the recent happenings over there. “I will bring you to my krewe and you can stay with them.” Oci nodded and smiled. This would be interesting. A young Charr being instructed in Asuran fighting techniques. Stepping a bit closer to him, she finally patted his head. The sound that followed could have either been a purr or another little growl. It was settled then.
Congratulations to Paeroka for her winning entry in February’s story contest. This story’s quest item requires a simple Bowl of Chickpea Salad. Turn it into Kit the Traveler for your reward! pixie.5940 or Kit The Traveler.
I just wanted to give a big shoutout and thank you! April 15th is big day to party it up. Here a yearly report and update. Its long but it cover each section. If anything put in background as you play or clean or cook. GET READY TO PARTY IT UPPPPPPP! WOO HOO Spreading the world to all Kit The Traveler.
As we keep adding more and more to traveler website. I wanted to add a spotlight for arts and crafty folks. – With that being said if you like your art on the site. Of course with your credit name/link to whatever your art page is.
Then leave me note here or pvt me..if not I’ll be roaming about here on threads.
I love all sorts of things, figures, art art, crafts, alllllllll levels.
is where it would go as we still tweak the tid bits and layouts.
Mr. Sprinkle Yakkington and I have decided to call it quits this weekend. While he decided he would rather not do his job, eat pies all day and lay out in the sun, I’ve decided I didn’t want to deal with his attitude and kick back with Hero-Tron and gamble my gold away.
It’s been a good run everyone! I’ll be on this weekend for anyone who wants to talk.
Mr. Sprinkle and I may be on a break, but I’ll still be around. Find me in game this weekend and try to convince me and Mr. Sprinkle to get back together. We’ll see if he’s too stubborn to get past his pie addiction. Maybe I’ll work on my gambling addiction too, but no promises!
We are at the moment is @RealMrSprinkle and @Kitthetraveler
battle out on twitter.
But as always mail or message Kit the Traveler or pixie.5940 nothing needed to trade me just talking. whistles Off to go gamble
He may or may not doodle on my face on the website.
Totally cute and love the last one.
I’ve added two spotlight player’s BogOtter and Mmo Inks! Interview questions<3
Slowly playing with the tools and getting the site set up.
I’m not even mad about this. I think it’s needed… due to the fact all other area’s of the game are at a pause. <3 do what you guys need to do.
This story by Selana_Firestone forgot to add that! I don’t know if her user name is that on here.
This is not my story, this belongs to the first place winner. Their reward was a story posted up as a weekend event. You will trade with me as normal though. <3
Here audio- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUEaHADe6UU
She was the same pine-green color as the forest, and her hair was made of leaves the color of snow. To anyone who hadn’t yet met a member of her race, the sylvari would have looked quite disturbing. Although she had a humanoid build and face, humans did not have spines protruding from the bridges of their noses and cheekbones, nor did they have layered, pointed leaves for ears. She readied her bow and glanced behind her, where her pet drakehound rested in the snow.
He whimpered softly, casting warm brown eyes in her direction. “Soon, Jags,” she whispered, ice-white eyes crinkling with her smile. “We must be patient.”
She reached a hand down and scratched the large, noble beast, slipping him a piece of jerky to reward him for another day of excellent behavior in the wilderness. The sylvari then shifted in place, repositioning herself and peering down the cliff once more. She had hunted many beasts and brigands before, never failing to take in a kill and never losing a captured foe.
Any good hunt must be preceded by waiting for the beast to show its face. It was when the animal thought itself safest that she had drawn her bow and proven that silence was not necessarily an indicator of safety. The hound gave a low, throaty growl, breaking her from her reverie. She scanned the snowy valley and spotted her prey. She nocked an arrow onto her string, aiming at the oblivious traveler. “Sic ‘em.”
The dog rushed down with a baying snarl upon him. The man had barely enough time to draw his staff before its vice-like jaws clamped down on it. Any later, and he had no doubt that the now-splintered wood would have been his chest or shoulder. “Alive, Jags!” came a crisp, female voice.
His throat plummeted as he realized that his attacker was a hunter, and he was her prey. Survival was the least of his concerns- he now must fight for his freedom, and despite her command, he had no doubt that his life might require battle. Tossing aside the broken wood, he drew his sword and slashed at the dog. It yelped, jumping back before redoubling its efforts and lunging at him again.
The ranger had disappeared into the shadows when her dog had rushed him; his nerves were on edge as his eyes scoured the snow for any sign of her. A slight shimmer in the air alerted him to her presence. This time, he took the offensive and charged at her, breaking through her camoflauge and swinging at her bow which was formed from seething violet thorns. It held, and she kicked him back, whistling for the dog again and switching to her sword.
“I suppose we’re even now,” he gasped, leaping back as its fiery edge bit into the snow and left a hissing trail of steam.
“Oh, hardly,” she replied coolly. “You nicked my dog’s nose.” He let out a cry of pain as the flaming blade burned hungrily into his leg. Acting reflexively, he snatched the torch from her other hand and disappeared into the wooded shadows. He tossed it to the ground, lighting the cold, dry grass below on fire. Despite the frost in the air and the snow around, the weeds caught quickly, and the ranger threw her hands in front of her face protectively.
Though he had thought this would have dissuaded or startled the ranger and her pet, the man was surprised to see that she had quickly scooped up the dog and made sure that he was safe before removing herself. Was that admiration he felt rising in him? A small smile spread across his face.
“Quit stalling,” she called, catching sight of him again. “The sooner you come out with your hands up and weapons down, the quicker we can get this over with and head someplace warm.”
“If by warm you mean a cell, then I think I’ll pass on your offer,” he replied, drawing his shortbow and taking aim. “Freedom sounds much better than captivity.”
“And life sounds better than death, doesn’t it?”
“I thought you Night blooms were supposed to be the secret, solitary sort. You seem fairly lenient with your methods today.”
“It’s not every day I get the chance to hunt another sylvari,” she replied, returning his smile with one of her own. “And if you think that your arrow will get me before mine strikes you…..”
He threw back his head and laughed, exposing a black-barked face “Illa Frost,” he chuckled, dull orange eyes glittering at her, “surely you don’t think that you could take down the greatest thief this side of the Shiverpeaks with a single shot?”
“You may have a reputation, my dear Verdis,” she replied, her grip still steady, “but I sincerely doubt that you are the best on this side of the Shiverpeaks- or that you’d be completely unaffected by an arrow in your side.” She stepped closer, and Jags growled. “You injured my dog, dodged arrest, and now you are insulting me with your failure to accept responsibility. You cannot run from the law forever.”
“Ah, but you’re not exactly the law, are you?” He waved a piece of paper in front of her. Her hand flew to a pocket.
“How did you-?”
“Hm, ‘Illa Frost, bounty hunter for hire. Contract: Capture infamous thief Verdis Noct to bring him in for questioning before the Arcane Council relating to crimes of mischief, mayhem, and disappearance of several important pieces of jewelry.’ Really, is this what you’ve descended to? The Pale Mother would be displeased.”
“And I suppose your thieving ways are something for which she would be proud?” He held up his hands in mock surrender.
“It’s not as if those grumpy gnomes were using them. And if you’d seen the size of those crystals, you’d understand.”
“Those ‘grumpy gnomes’ may not have been using them at the time, but they’re rather upset at the loss of those necklaces and earpieces. If you don’t return with me to Rata Sum, I can assure you that they’ll use more deadly means to get you there- and they will probably not weep if your face were to be pulped.”
“But I’ve got such a nice face!” he pouted. “And an equally-nice reward.” He looked over the note again and let out a low whistle. “Well, I suppose I can’t argue with that.” He flicked his gaze up from the paper to her. Sunset met frost, and he could have sworn that he saw her icy glare melt just slightly. Realization slowly dawned on him. “How long have you been chasing me?” he asked quietly, pocketing the letter. “I knew I saw someone giving pursuit back in Rata Sum. Was that you?”
“Perhaps.” She was gradually allowing the arrow to drop.
“Why didn’t you catch me then? If I was your most recent contract- and word must have traveled quickly in the city- then why not catch me then and there? Get the whole thing over with in one blow?” He stepped cautiously closer, casting a wary eye at the drakehound. She let loose a low, rich laugh, relaxing her grip on the bow.
“Oh, Verdis,” she sighed softly, shaking her head, “how did we get here? Your Wyld Hunt was to run…”
“And yours was to chase.” He smiled. “I suppose that old saying about opposites and attraction is true, isn’t it?” He paused, taking another step forward. “I cannot stop just yet.”
“Neither can I,” she replied. Her face had a look of bittersweet contemplation. Verdis paused before reaching into his pack and pulling out some paper-wrapped parcels, extending them to Illa.
“Here,” he said quietly. She took them cautiously, a slow look of optimism spreading across her face. “You don’t need an excuse to chase me anymore,” he murmured. “There’s a letter explaining my mischief, expressing my remorse, and apologizing for the missing pieces.” “Missing?” He opened his onyx-skinned hand, revealing a square diamond pendant.
“It’s lovely,” she whispered. Her gaze flicked back to him. “Why did you steal this one?” He folded his arms over his chest, leaning slightly to the side and smiling.
“I could be a total heel and tell you that it’s because it was the biggest and shiniest thing there, but the truth might make you blush.”
“Try me.” Though claiming that she would be the one embarrassed, it was he who rubbed his neck self-consciously.
“It reminded me of your eyes,” he hummed. “A little piece of home and heart which I’d left behind long ago. I want you to keep it.”
“Why? If it reminds you so much of that which you left…”
“No.” He curled her fingers around the necklace, pushing it gently back towards her. “The reason I don’t need it anymore is that I intend to make our hunts so much more intriguing than they are already. If that proves to be so, I’ll see you very often, but only if you promise me one thing.”
“And what would that be?” A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and her breath caught as he leaned toward her. His sunset-orange eyes glowed.
“Make it an interesting chase, Illa Frost. Give me a reason to run, and I’ll give you one to catch me. I suspect that before it’s all said and done, we’ll have a bit of a jolly run through the whole of Tyria.” He then disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, appearing a short distance behind her. “I’ll see you shortly,” his voice echoed on the icy wind, “if you can catch me.”
She was the color of frosted pine needles- deep teal-green with white eyes and leafy hair. She had never missed a contract or target. Except for him. She returned the jewelry to the asura, but apologized that there was a piece missing which she could not find. They took it out of her pay, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was almost cheerful,” groused a councilman, glowering suspiciously at the woman’s receding form. The others had their ideas as to why this might be, but the only one who knew was Illa herself. As she sauntered off, the flowing script from a letter in her hand repeated in her mind. “Enjoy the necklace. I’ll see you in Kryta.”
Despite their insistence that they are fine with the missing pendant, the Councilmen of Rata Sum have more than heavily implied that they wish to be further compensated for the jewelry. If she is to have a chance at catching up to Verdis, she needs to bring 3 [Beryl Orbs] to Kit for delivery.
Mail:pixie.5940 or Kit The Traveler
Any questions @Kitthetraveler on twitter or in game.
Mr. Sprinkle and I have traveled to all corners of Tyria. We challenge you to do the same. Find out each location from the pictures and descriptions below, take a photo of yourself and send it in to one of these places:
Reddit – PM KitsTheShouter
To win: send in a photo of yourself in all 5 locations along with your in-game username. The hunt ends 27 March 2016.
To find the clues www.kitthetraveler.com ! I didn’t really want to bomb the page with spam. Its on the home page for the clues.
YES ALL CAN PLAY! NA EU Because my mail box loves everyone. <3 hahah
BACK TO FRIDAY Pllllleeeease two hands and two feet inside my vote now.<3 Saturday has been so much harder.
Here their stories if people would like to read them or check out what they did.
Audio done by me! Scrub bubbles -:) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkHDknN1gRo
Hey everyone! Kit the Traveler
As many of you may know we’ve been hosting a story contest for the last month and a half. During that time I have received some pretty amazing stories ranging from personal experiences to personal stories and even some rather naughty ones. Picking the three winners was rather difficult, but here they are! I apologize in advance if I pronounce your name wrong.
The winner of third place is: Paeroka with the story, “Brains, Brawls and Bravery”!
The second place winner is: Teaniel with the story “Just a Silly Sylvari”!
And the first place winner: Selena Firestone with the story, “Frost”!
Congratulations to you three! I’ll contact you all on Reddit with further information. Everyone, thank you all so much for the amazing stories. They were all wonderful and I really appreciate you taking the time and submitting on the subreddit. As for the story this weekend: in order for me to focus on the contest I’ll be hosting a “Catch-up” weekend event. Due to the influx of players there were many that were unfortunately unable to receive quest rewards last weekend.
So here’s your chance to catch up and get your goodies! Pick a quest item from any previous story and mail it in. You can find all stories on my website “www.KitTheTraveler.com”
Again, thank you all so much for your entries and your support. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to check on Mr. Sprinkle to make sure he didn’t get into any more trouble!
Sorry if this sounds like a commercial. I’ve never recorded anything before and I’m really new to it. I ask others to record my stories for a reason Heh
Pretty mail me at: pixie.5940 or Kit The Traveler Twitter is @Kitthetraveler if you need to get a hold of me beside here.
I’ll even unlock a mastery line for this
Yea- even if not just for me, but for any community event folks or even guilds who do thing for their guild.
Odd, I’ve never heard of a mail ‘bouncing’ back. They usually just sit in the queue.
I stopped sending stuff to Kit the Traveler because once their mailbox is full and has a backup queue, the mail just bounces back to me. I don’t want to stalk Kit to wait til they are online and have had time to enjoy the game before I start sending more stuff.
I don’t know what the solution is — it would be hard for ANet to manage different rules for different accounts and still keep the current anti-gold selling protections in place. On the other hand, the status quo is pretty awful for ‘alliance’ leaders and the few folks like Kit that collect & redistribute stuff for the benefit of the community.
I’d certainly support ANet doing something exceptional for Kit, considering how exceptional Kit has been for the community.
Pretty much this ^^^^^ what this lovely person spoke of! There no queue..it goes up to 15 I believe is max cap for mail. Then with spam timer every two mail. I get slow down quickly. I do hate to leave people hanging*
Most time only time I ever, EVER turn back mail is if event over or I sadly ran out supplies.
<3 Some kind of system would be nice.
Coughs and clear throat and starts southern accent
My Dear ANet,
It has been a long time since I last asked of you to do something for me and I’m incredibly grateful you’ve been helpful to me. While me and Mr.Sprinkle Yakkington do enjoy giving adventures, task, gifts to many travelers, it has been hard when we miss out on folks who can’t fit a letter into my mailbox. I know you wont take the spam timer away. Coughs Thank you gold farmer protection, but I don’t think there really needs be a mailbox limit.
I expect changing this could help a lot big guilds who do events as well as the community in general. I hope I’m not asking too much, but when time is right…do you think we can expand the mailbox size? It make my life tad easier…and help me to not miss out on anyone. Many times, if someone doesn’t have a lot time log in to send a letter to me, it bounces back to them since my mailbox is often full.
Thank you so much for your time, and have a good day my sweet ANet.
Love – Kit The Traveler and Sprinkle Yakkington
Doesn’t have to be soon I’m sure more important things atm
I’m looking for a NA guild to do raid with. I’ve search for things but I can’t fully rep unless for raids.
I’m Kit The Traveler and have to hop around between few community guilds/farming/helping.
I’m good with any times and days.
I’ve raided before and done the content before. I main ranger zerk or ele bunker tempest. I also have bunch other 80’s :P.
Whisper me or hit me up on here with name to whisper.
Aurora Peachy did Audio this weekend event https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26btSBAv0e8
The forest is a harsh environment, fit for only the most adept of hunters. Not only does one have to bare the unforgiving environment and its inhabitants, they must also deal with bandits. No hunter can be prepared for anything, but Rhubarb was always up to the challenge.
Before her hunt she sets up her makeshift tent, a small campfire, and pulls out her homemade Lord Faren Wall Calendar. The original calendars are incredibly rare, but that didn’t stop Rhubarb from making her own! She admires her calendar for a while, then puts it away and sets out to hunt for the day. After about 6 hours of hunting she finally returns, pulling her game behind her.
However, upon seeing her camp, Rhubarb’s eyes go wide. Her camp is in ruins! The tent is dissheveled, her rations have been eaten and…“Where is it?” she stammers. She searches the wrecked frantically. “Was it taken? Where is it?!” After what seemed like forever she finally found it: her calendar. Unfortunately, it was torn up and seemingly chewed on. The pictures were scattered and torn and covered in dirt.
“Nooooooo!” Rhubarb screamed. “What monster could have done this? Who comes upon a camp, eats their food and destroys their collectors items?!” Bandits? Skrit?" Her eyes narrow and shift side-to-side. “Unicorns?” She looks around her camp and spots some tracks leading in and trailing out. They were too large to be from a horse, so that rules out unicorns, and didn’t have any claw marks, so it wasn’t a bear. There was no time to waste; she couldn’t let this horrible crime go unpunished.
Rhubarb followed the tracks until they finally lead her to the hard grounds of Divinity’s Reach, where no prints could remain. However, she had the mental image of those tracks burned in her mind and wouldn’t stop until she found whatever they belonged to. Find an animal large enough to fit the tracks in a city filled with people and horses. How hard could it be? Well, Divinity’s Reach is a large place, but there aren’t often huge monsters just walking the streets.
It still took a long time, but she finally found her mark. A large yak was staring intensely at a table of pies, as if trying to decide whether it wanted to eat them or simply destroy them “just like my calendar!” Rhubarb blurted out. She stomped toward the yak. This had to be it, the monster that destroyed her camp and her one-of-a-kind Lord Faren calendar. It even still has some of the pictures stuck to its hooves!
She reached the yak and pointed hard at it. “You! Monster! You’re the one who destroyed my camp! What do you have to say for yourself, beast!?” The yak stared at her, wide-eyed, and kept flicking its eyes between her and the pies. “How could you still be hungry after you ate all of my food and an entire limited-edition Lord Faren calendar?” It took a small step closer to the pies. “No! You’re going to answer for your crimes!”.
The yak shook and pieces of the calendar fell out of its fur. It picked up a piece of a picture with the top half of Lord Faren’s body and held it out to her with its mouth. Rhubarb took it and narrowed her eyes, “This is a start, but you’ll have to do better!” The yak trots off and returns with a few large sheets of paper. It clearly couldn’t pay for those, so she quickly tucked them away. Rhubarb pieced together her cutout of Lord Faren in his red underwear and showed it to the yak. “This is what you took from me. You need to get it back.” The yak simply tilted its head, confused. Frustrated, Rhubarb pointed to a rack of clothing and back at the picture repeatedly. Something must have clicked in the yak’s head because it got very excited, knowing exactly what to do. The yak snatched the picture from her trotted off as if holding some triumphant prize.
Adventurers! Mr. Sprinkle got himself into another pickle and he needs your help. Mr. Sprinkle wants to get Rhubarb a pair of Lord Faren’s red underwear but, since that would be impossible, he’ll just have them made. He’ll need at least 5 pieces of cloth. Mr. Sprinkle doesn’t have a mailbox, but Kit sure does. I’m sure she’ll know what to do with them.
Mail to: Kit The Traveler or pixie.5940
To catchup on what going on kitthetraveler.com WARNING My event’s only last until 11pm pst Sunday.
To get ahold of me my twitter is @Kitthetraveler. I’m also sick with a cold so things may be slower then normal but I’m going to try push through
I should note one submission for each person <3
:) That is great~!!!!
Now spread the word be free.
I will note I’ll be adding in some side rewards to folks also.
I sold my laptop to get bunch of goodies.
I doubt I’d have time to write something for this, but out of curiosity…
How long should an entry be? 500 words? 1000?
I know nothing about reddit. Is it possible to post an entry as a guest?
I would like it to be little longer then 300 words at least ;P <3 Doesn’t matter after that.
Yes, you don’t have to sign up with a email for reddit you can guest. Just make sure you post in that reddit link. We don’t want to bomb the normal Gw2 reddit page.
Just note down your user name. :P if you need log in to check/reply.
Come one, come all everyone in Tyria is welcome to enter this contest.
Basically you write your own adventure in Tyria. It can be with Kit and Sprinkle Yakkington or your own adventure with guildmates, or yourself.
We will choose 3 winners!
1st place: 2000 Gems, Skin random weapon, their story posted/audio for one the weekend events.
(Don’t worry you wont have to do trading part for that end. )
2nd place: 800 Gems, Skin random weapon
3rd place: 800 Gems, Skin random weapon
Your English doesn’t need be perfect, but please try your best so we can read it.
I’m not perfect and people make errors so that wont be held against you.
HOWEVER, YOU HAVE TO POST HERE to enter in the contest.——> https://www.reddit.com/r/GuildWars2Community
Me and Mr.Sprinkle Yakkington can’t wait for you folks and the adventures.
DEAD LINE IS: Feb 26, 2016 ====
Final rewards will be given out on February 27, 2016
PS: Don’t know if this would go under in game events or here if so we can move it.
Here Audio it has cool little video clip made by /u/vasburg and INKS is reading the story this weekend.
Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer
Once upon a time, high in the Shiverpeak Mountains, there lived an Asuran named Inks. Inks worked for Skritta Claws as the Overseer of Production. As Overseer, Inks must take care of all the day-to-day operations of Claws Toys Inc., including: Feeding the animals, repairing worker bots, patching leaky waterpipes, tending the garden, doing Skritta Claws’s laundry, preparing meals and ensuring the Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer is in working order. Unfortunately, with all Inks has to do, the Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer fell into disrepair!
Inks couldn’t let Skritta Claws know his Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer wasn’t working. Without it, Skritta Claws wouldn’t be able to deliver all the toys to everyone on Tyria! He had to do something, but his workload simply wouldn’t allow him to go out of his way to find the parts necessary to repair it. He was desparate, so he broke the first, most important, never-to-be-broken, absolutely highest priority, imperative, crucial rule of Claws Toys Inc. He wrote a letter to someone asking for help. Contacting the outside is strictly prohibited by Skritta Claws and, as a result, there is no way to send off mail. So he folded the paper up into a little plane and threw it off the mountain, hoping for a miracle.
Way down below, south of the Shiverpeak Mountains, Kit the Traveler and her trusty companion, Mr. Sprinkle Yakkington, were getting ready to pay their friends Salt and Pepper a visit at the Charr and Grill when suddenly a paper airplane landed directly on Sprinkle’s head.
“Hmm?” inquired Kit. “Sprinkle, there’s a piece of paper stuck in your hair.” Mr. Sprinkle shook, dislodging the paper. Kit picked it up, unfolded it, and read it. After she finished reading, she crushed the paper in her fist, a look of stern determination on her face.
“Sprinkle. We just got a job!” Mr. Sprinkle huffed and looked longingly at the Charr and Grill only a little ways away. “There’s no time for pies. We have to get you prepared!” Kit outfitted Mr. Sprinkle with his ceremonial antlers and red foam nose, much to his displeasure, and set off to a secret set of coordinates in the Shiverpeak Mountains!
After a few days of travel they finally arrived to the location mentioned in the letter. However, there was nothing to be seen. Kit took the letter out and quickly read it again, making sure they were at the correct place. Suddenly, a voice shouted at them.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
Kit and Sprinkle looked around, but saw nobody. “I’ll ask you one more time. Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Kit and this is Mr. Sprinkle. We found this letter and came here to help.” Kit said.
A small entryway appeared out of nowhere, as if a door was opening, and an Asuran walked out. “I can’t believe my letter reached someone. Better yet, someone actually came!” the Asuran exclaimed.
“Who are you? This letter said Skritta Claws needed help.” Kit said.
“I am Inks. I oversee all operations of Claws Toys Inc. You see, his Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer is broken and I don’t have all the parts I need to repair it. Its hull is badly damaged and needs to be completely replaced!”
“The Systemic Limpi-what?” Kit asked, confused.
“The Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer or, if you’re feeling lazy, the S.L.E.D. I need some metal plates to repair its hull. Will you help me?”
“Wait a minute. You’re telling me that all you need is some metal scrap?” Kit asked.
“Yes, of course. It’s imperative that I fix the Systemic Limpi-”
Kit held up her hands and interrupted Inks, “If all you needed was some replacement parts, why didn’t you just mention that in your letter? I could have just gathered that stuff before I even came here!”
“Look, I’m an incredibly busy guy. I have to do a million things before Wintersday to prepare that lazy bum’s deliveries. All he does is eat and lounge around up here while I do all the work. Have you ever seen a fat Skritt before? There’s only one of them in Tyria and he only exercises once a year.”
“Okay, okay, I get it!” Kit said and sighed. “So you just need some metal plates or something?”
“Yes. That is the final part I need to fix the Systemi- The S.L.E.D.”
“Fine, but you owe me big time!” Kit said.
“Done, just please hurry!”
Kit shouts to Mr. Sprinkle. “Sprinkle! Get those skiis out. We need to get to the bottom of this mountain. Fast!” Alarm bells went off in Mr. Sprinkle’s head. Not wanting a repeat of last time, he turns and runs away as fast as he can.
“Hey! You get back here and let me put those skiis on you, mister!” Kit shouts as she chases after Sprinkle.
Inks stares as Kit chases after her yak, wondering if he made the right decision in trusting this stranger.
Adventurers! Kit needs to gather some metal so Inks can repair Skritta Claws’s S.L.E.D. Five pieces of Metal Scrap should be more than enough.
Mail to: pixie.5940 or Kit The Traveler I wont be starting until about noon today. I will also have a small dinner later tonight. So don’t spazz you have all weekend to mail me.
www.kitthetraveler.com is up and running! We’re still working on it, but there are many things added onto it already. We have all the Kit and Sprinkle stories, Fun Facts, and a rotating Players of the Month. We may add a “Traveler of the Month” awarded to those who do good deeds in the community.
I’ll be adding more things such as Twitch and a Crafts page once I go back home to WA. The next story will be posted later this week with INKS as the guest voice!
We’ll also be adding a section for players in the GW2 community to show off their art, cooking, crafts and such, complete with links to their pages. If you share anything you would like to share shoot me an e-mail at KitYakkington@gmail.com. Also, if you would like to add onto the coloring book section shoot me an e-mail as well!
(edited by pixie.5940)
I can’t post everything yet, but we are still passing back forth the ok’s and not ok’s to things.
-What will be on the site
•Small biography of Kit the Traveler
•Small biography of Nicholas Sandford, the original Traveler
•Link to Nicholas Sandford’s wiki
•Index containing all events as well as links to the Reddit and YouTube posts
•Alphabet list with pictures. Each letter will correspond to a creature or item in Guild Wars 2, as well as a description of said creature or item
•Coloring book section (may possibly be interactive, but my technical skills are limited)
Much.. much more heh.
Here a link to little preview of one the section items. https://twitter.com/KitTheTraveler/status/665257654961356800
Overall it just a site to help collect everything in one spot or if you tell friend, you wont have to dig in a hay stack. heh Along with more community fun of GW2/GW THINGS. Runs around screaming YESSSSSSS heh
Thought I drop a line here .. as of now. I know not everyone catches reddit,fb, tweet world, god knows what else XD.
PS: AS of soon like sometime in DEC should be up and ready to rock.
(edited by pixie.5940)
Because I can’t some reason post in same thread pixie.5940 or Kit The Traveler