#;;elias rainbloom

[berrisweetsiren]

And all through the night-

Where the lighting did strike!

And the thunder rolled, rain it poured on went their fight!

Taking down the right hand-

Downing every last man,

Till the god himself was taken by none other than--

The one that they thought got away...

Now stood face to face swords to chests a debt to pay

The Mistwalker cried, “You’ll never be rid of me.”

His final command as he fell into his grave!

[thewanderersoftyria]

"When the sun loves the moon

Even the ocean feels her pull

Oh, and the stars align every night

To spell out their love in tiny bright lights

Oh, when the sun loves the moon

Never touching but never far

Oh, at the break of day

A summer's ray

A moonlit night that casts away

Their love remains, their love remains~"

TW for general GW2 Spoilers below!

Dear Aurene,

It has been approximately one year since your departure. And 6 months since my consequential retirement. And weirdly enough...

Things have been okay.

Fennic and Rosalynn have been getting close, mayhaps even engaged soon- and me and Morwen have been spending time catching up on everything that happened in Nayos.

This has been the first time in a while I've taken a moment to sit down and write, though to be honest it wasn't because I was particularly busy. I've just been...living.

Living my life.

It's...weird. Of course I stress all the time if retiring was the best idea, though Morwen always assures me Wysteria and Winxxie have everything handled. It doesn't stop the feeling, but I've been learning to medetate with Tove to take my mind off of it for a while. I actually plan on soon going to a small family retreat with her family... our family.

It still feels weird to write that, I'll be honest.

I'm still excited nonetheless though, it will be nice to get away without worrying about the fate of the world for once.

...I still miss you though.

I see you daily, in the wind and trees, in the sparkle of the stars in the night sky... And always, I am captured and enraptured by the beauty of it all. I come to visit often, in Cantha, to make sure you are resting well.

...I hope you're resting well.

Even now, I comfort Morwen often about your absence... I've been thinking of suggesting something huge, though I'm...a little scared to, to be honest. I'm not sure what she'll think.

Tyria has been slowly moving forward since. People are actually intrigued by the idea of a sylvari goddess like Wysteria, the treaty is almost complete...the world is slowly moving forward.

I know you'd be happy to hear that, at least.

I'm trying to move forward too, no matter how difficult it may be some days. But the idea of disappointing you is a much scarier thought than clinging to the hope of being needed again in the near future.

I'll...try and write a letter, every year, to dedicate to you. Though who knows how many you'll recieve by the time you wake up again. Hah!

...We'll be okay, Aurene. You can rest easy, knowing that. We'll be okay.

Ah. I almost forgot I have a date in a few minutes! Haha, you'd scold me for being so forgetful...I'll keep in touch the best I can.

From your champion, your primscion, and your family,

Elias Rainbloom

[berrisweetsiren]

“...Is this what it felt like…when you rose…as a phoenix…?”

With the dust cleared, I had stood in the middle of what was once the two dragons of ice and fire. I was breathless, hands trembling as I put a hand to my wrist- checking what I could to indicate that- truly…I was still alive. Somehow. 

Somehow.

What strength remained in my legs had all but fallen apart, sinking into the ice and snow as my stare cast out along the now empty field. All around me, I heard cheers and uproar, celebration…and yet, I felt…

Nothing. Nothing at all.

“Is…is it over?” My mouth moved before I could even think to ask, still in shock over the events that had just occurred. Everything I worked towards led to all of this…everything I’ve done, and the culmination of my work, and suddenly it was all…over.

“It…It looks so, Commander,” Over the communications line, Taimi spoke up, “But…it’s not completely over, you know. With both Jormag and Primordus gone… We may just have a doomsday crisis on our hands.”

I blinked, the information not registering. Everything felt so…hazy…And oddly warm. Even kneeled in the snow, with my armor shredded and my skin touching the ice…I felt warm. A burning sensation crawled up my arm, and I gave a nervous little laugh.

“Of course…Of course I remember.” I mumbled into the intercom, “It’s never really over, is it Taimi?”

“W…what do you mean? Commander?” I could hear the vague sound of Taimi typing rapidly on her computer, “Is everything alright?”

How honest could I be at this point? If I lied, and said I was fine… Sure, I’d maintain some sense of dignity over my comrades. I’d remain the strong, bold leader that they needed of me… But I just couldn’t keep it together. 

If I gave the truth though…

“I’m…I’m always fine, Taimi.” I eventually mutter, “I’ve…always gotta be fine, you know?”

Another laugh escapes my lips, not even believing my own lie, “Thorns, it’s warm.”

“Warm? Hold on.” 

Taimi’s typing escalated, and she gave a notable little gasp at…whatever it was she found.

“Commander- Elias. I need you to just…calm down. Your readings are very…unstable right now, and by the looks of it all the magic you’ve consumed over our time together could simply erupt out of you at any moment. You have to just…breathe, okay? Did you consume any other magic you didn’t mean to?”

“Taimi, you don’t understand,” I whisper, deflecting the last question with trembling  hands as I held the com close to my face, “You don’t even…know half of it…”

Taimi was silent for a moment, before signing, “Then let us in…please. I don’t know about that meathead of a champion, but all of us at Dragon’s Watch, we-”

“I can’t.” I immediately interjected. Out of all of our friends, it was Taimi I had confided the most in… which, honestly, was…probably shitty of me. I was a good bit older than her, and it wasn’t quite right to confide my burdens onto…onto a teenager.

“Fuck,” I whispered, hunching over myself. In the revelry, I found myself just beating myself up even more. I couldn’t have prevented any of this, could I? I couldn’t have stopped the world from going into an apocalyptic state… and I couldn’t even protect those I cared the most about. 

“Deep breaths, Elias,” Taimi rarely called me by name, “You can get through this…”

“Just like I’ve had to get through everything else, Taimi?!” I exclaimed, frustration beginning to boil over. I felt the magic in my veins begin to burn, and my arms trembled at its strength.

By now, the celebration had dimmed- seemingly due to the scene I was…no doubt making of myself. 

“Look, why don���t we just get in the helicopter and head back to the Eye of North, and discuss things there?” Taimi asked, her voice uncertain as if she was trying to diffuse a ticking time bomb. Hell, in a way I probably was, and I choked through my own laughter.

“Fuck me, Taimi, I’ve had to do all of this in the matter of a year or two! I don’t even recall anymore who I am outside of all of this!” I cried out into the com, not even listening to her as my hand tightened around the device, “I’ve been fighting, and fighting, and causing more and more and more problems for everyone around me! What is the fucking point?! I gave my everything to stop the world from ending, and what has happened in return!? I only lose, more and more of both myself- and everyone I ever knew!”

I hiss through my teeth, pain laced as I felt something drip off my cheek. Reaching an unsteady hand to touch my face, I wince further and see bright red liquid at my fingertips… not blood, not by a long shot… but tears. Liquid fire. It burned my cheeks, causing my head to start to fade into a fuzziness I couldn’t describe. Delirium? I don’t know. The deafening silence was growing so loud in my ears, however, that I could only turn around, standing and trying to get my bearings as I stared the crowd down.

“What?! Is this like some type of show to all of you?! Yes, this is who I really am! This is who your beloved Fatebreaker is! A fucking coward!” I exclaim, fingertips burning as I clenched the handle of my hammer, “Come on now, say it! You all know that I’m like a fucking jinx wherever I go!”

“Commander…” Caithe went to reassure me, and I swatted her hand away.

“No! I don’t want to hear it from you, of all people!” I hiss at her, brushing the bangs out of my face, “I’m so fucking tired of everyone either hating me, or wanting my help! I gave my everything for the safety of this world- I killed the love of my life so she would be free of Mordremoth’s voice, I even fucking DIED trying to protect my own mentor from dying to the hands of a God- and yet all I hear is how I’m a plight and that I’m the reason all of this happens!”

I cackle even more amidst my sobs, sparks lighting in my hands flickering on and off like a broken lighter, “You know…Joko, he was right about me. All I’ve ever done is make things worse, and now look where we are…” My knees trembled, and I fell back into the ice and snow, a sob starting to bubble out of my throat unwillingly. 

“Elias, please, your readings-” Taimi tried to intercept, but my hand gripped…too tight, the device shattering immediately in my palm. I just…felt nothing. And yet everything at the same time. Like every scar was about to burst open, like my mind was about to melt and all I’d be reduced to was just the pain and anguish of it all. I couldn’t even stop it. The buildup of the year and a half of everything being ripped away from me- my sense of self, my loves, my dignity and my sense of moral justice- it all came crashing down at once like a house of cards, curling into myself to try and recontain all that pain. Some part of me knew, though, it was for naught… Though, something caught my eye. A familiar red color, that caused my outburst to pause…for the briefest moments.  I turned, and saw her… Ashe. 

And it almost felt real… Gods, it almost felt real. I just desperately whispered to her. “...Is this what it felt like…when you rose…as a phoenix…?”

“Everybody, clear out, now!” I could faintly hear someone else exclaim, as I felt everything start to burn- burn more and more until there was nothing else.

…And all I could remember, was the scream that tipped off my lips before everything had gone black.

[berrisweetsiren]

"Stars always watching from afar, turning who you are- In the end, it left me delicately scarred beyond- Pathological façade! Don't you find it odd? Secretarial speaking- Go on, praise me like a god!"

For some context (Spoiler warning)

Elias Rainbloom, a cusp of Night and Dawn, has always sort've struggled with his role upon the world. Many praise him over his years of service, but many others still question his behaviors. Especially, his enemies. After all- as one such enemy said; "What does it say about you, that they believe that your actions were my own?" Its words that haunt him to this day.

Elias isn't okay. And I am so excited for Secrets of the Obscure to come out to traumatize him to the point of breaking. >:3c

Anyway here's the non-eyesore version.

[berrisweetsiren]

In the loud of the room, from his mentor yelling at Caithe to the sounds of Bangar prattling off in his cage... Elias stood, silent. Everything sounded- felt...muffled. The realization that... even if they succeeded, the likelihood of the world coming undone... Did any of what he had done matter? Has any of his sacrifices, any of his suffering... mattered?

With that question weighing heavy on his mind, he found himself... lost. So he did the only thing he really could. And so, instead of breaking up the arguing... he turns, and he walks out.

Aka: Icebrood Saga isn't just about the Icebrood enemies.

[berrisweetsiren]

Sometimes, the ones you love you have to let go the most.

Aka: Oh sweet Pale Mother my crush turned into a mordrem and I have about 5 seconds before I get shanked.

[berrisweetsiren]

And while you're waiting for that ~Tasty Digital Lore~ art I'm drafting for backlogs, here's some more recent traditional sketches I did of Elias

[berrisweetsiren]

If you're wondering what I've been up to lately: Simply put Guild Wars 2 has me by the throat.

Anyway here's my main commander: Elias Rainbloom 🥰 With an outdated reference sheet that I made back last year.

[thewanderersoftyria]

Players

Elias Rainbloom ( Sylvari/Draconari, Cata-Weaver, Primary Commander during the Dragon Cycle, around 13 but mentally about 28. Known as the "Fatebreaker". )

Wysteria Mystbloom ( Sylvari/Draconari, Chronomancer, Primary Commander after Elias retires, around 5 but mentally about 18. Ascended to Goddess of Strategy and Time, known as the "Luminary" )

Winnxie of the Sea ( Asura, Deadeye, Elias's Second-In-Command, 27-ish?, One of Soo-Won's Champions, known as "Soo-Won's Breath" )

Bluebell Delphinium ( Sylvari Podtwin, Mechanist/Holosmith. 11, but mentally about 21. )

Oleander Delphinium ( Sylvari Podtwin, Necromancer/Scourge, Consort of Zhaitan )

Tia Velanrius ( Human, 34 years old. Consort of Mordremoth, spawned two dragon-esque humanoids. As of the conclusion of Heart of Thorns, has gone MIA )

Azalea Snakeroot ( 17 as of SotO, Mordremoth's Sire. Dragonborn Soulbeast )

Datura Snakeroot ( 17 as of SotO, Draconari, Mordremoth's Sire. Firebrand )

Xia Elidi ( 3rd generation Sylvari, Retired after Heart of Thorns. Necromancer. Known as "The Sunbringer")

Juno Harida ( 29 years old as of SotO, Charr Druid )

Zayora the Whisper ( 21 at start of story, Asura, Studied at College of Synergetics. Reaper. )

Nalah Ashenphoenix (19 during SotO, Charr Tempest, Member of Ash Legion and The Obsidian Claws Warband. Member of Wysteria's Guild)