#living world season 4

[muzarry]

Big bastard boy I kinda miss you

[jollycryptid]

The gals had a terrible time in LWS4, featuring @lofilesb's Blanca

[rosy-opal-commander]

Human race being tired to region. And then not having Braham's father be one of the last Norn from Elona is such missed world building opportunity it drives me insane. When Braham shows up in story his clothing isn't modeled after a lot of other Norn characters. It's actually pretty close in my opinion to Sunspear Marshal's

Maybe that's just lazy design but I don't think so.

Because the Norn designs are more like this

So Norns are up to be my mate your legend has to match mine. And Borje was just as great as Eirs who had already killed a lieutenant of Jormag at that point. So what the fuck was Borje the Sun Chaser doing?

Here comes the theory.

Everyone thinks Fortune's Vale area of the Crystal desert was an old dwarven structure. But what if it wasn't? What if that was Norn area that was genocided by Joko?

Remember what joko's forces look like? How fucking big they are?

So you have these guys.

Then you have these.

This is where I'd also like to point out that Norns can shape shift. That is a Norn fucking werewolf my friends. Because is there a tribe of shape shifting gaint in elona currently? No.

I think that Braham dad was the last of the Elonain Norn and he lead a small group of them all the way to shiverpeaks only to find that there where people their that where also refugees there via Jormag, Borje was the leader of Cragstead after all.

It makes so much sense!

[guildwarszeke]

LWS4 EP 4 SPOILERS

oh my fucking god. oh my god

if taimi dies im giving up this game (slash LIE.)

[itsradiogoblin]

same idea just different personalities

[guildwarsgirl]

Joko, I know Sigewulf is a very sexy Norn, but can you not try to smooch him? He's happily married to his wife, thank you!

[commander-gloryforge]

LWS4 SCREENSHOT DUMP!!! heavy spoilers get ready

"my eyes are up here joko"

astrid gets a 3 day break while i finish the skyscale. and then the horrors!

[herald-of-aurene]

During LWS4, Widget's asthma was fairly bad, so she had been hanging back most of the time, until Thunderhead Keep. She was tired of just sitting and building junk, she wanted to actually help. So, while Spite and Aurene focused on Kralkaorik, she joined the fight. However, after Kralkaorik branded most of the keep she was severely injured and nearly died.

[seven--eyes]

All or Nothing really truly traumatized me by the way

[yetanotherfanficblog]

A New Dawn

Pact Commander Siggi Vilodsdottir woke up at her usual early morning time, but the light peeking through the flap of her tent was - different. Wait, of course. Sun's Refuge. The exhaustion of actually getting the damn place up, or just leftover grogginess from her first night of decent sleep in ages, had momentarily made her forget, to expect the sun outside her tent flap.

No, these were caves, and it would be cave living for a while. As they formulated a way to take care of Kralkatorrik, they had made the subterranian lair their home - The massive Elder Dragon could never dig this deep, and even his smaller minions would find themselves hard pressed to pass through the narrow redoubts and defeat the magical defenses left by Sunspears past - now reactivated in service of Sunspears present - so here they remained, for the moment. The light from the giant braziers, reflected off the crystals, natural and brand alike, embedded in the walls, certainly made for adequate light, but it wasn't quite the same as the wide, wild sun.

Still, If anyone knew how to live without the sun, it was the Norn.

Pulling on a Jerkin, Siggi stood and threw back the flap of her tent, eager to find something to break her fast - perhaps the foragers had found some good venison - when she nearly tripped over it. A wreath.

A wild grin broke across her face. That dork. He was really going to do this proper, wasnt he? She reached down, ready to pluck it off the ground, but about halfway there, she hesitated as something caught her attention, a quick movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked up. Yes. There, behind that rock column. Trying VERY hard, and failing nearly as hard, to look inconspicious, was Braham Eirrson himself.

She hesitated, not out of second thoughts, but just because the boy could probably stand to sweat a bit. Good for his humility. Wasn't right for a Norn to hold a grudge long as he did.

Then again, she was Norn too, huh? And there was another way to handle this...

Finally, she turned back into her tent - but only for a moment, snatching up her best travelling stein. As she exited again, she saw Braham, who had been hunched over, suddenly straight again, looking desperately, wildly at her.

She plunked the stein down in the center of the wreath, crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow at him. Braham coughed, nodded, and slunk off.

***

A few hours later, after she'd had a chance to eat and answer about 1000 different questions from various Pact Officers and Sunspears, help out a few Refugees, and discuss possible dragon tracking measures with Taimi and her boys, she finally came to the Vigil tents, where everyone had pooled what alcohol they had for a kind of tavern of sorts, a place to go to take a break, relax, and, if needed get just a bit drunk, to take the edge off. Braham was sitting at the end of one of the longer, less populated benches, and Siggi stopped at the the makeshift bar just long enough to grab their first round - Iron Legion Ale, Charr Beer. Almost as good as Ice Ale from the Wayfarer Foothills, in a pinch. As She walked up to Braham, Steins balanced in hand, he had just finished glaring down a poor Vigil soldier who looked like they were coming to sit across from him. Siggi chuckled, more at Braham's seriousness than the poor Soldier's misfortune, and easily slipped in across from the other Norn.

"Hey Kid. Shake off the Spiders yet?"

"What!? N- I mean Yes- I mean, it's fine why would I care about Spiders? We killed them all! Er, we did kill them all, right?"

Siggi couldn't help herself, breaking into an uproarius laugh at Braham's attempts to keep a slight panic under control, "I'm sorry Braham, I just teasing! If there's any spiders left, I'd imagine they're staying hidden for good, after the drubbing we gave their queen."

Braham nodded, blushing slightly with embarassment, "Oh. Yeah, It's fine. Spiders are gone."

Siggi pushed one of the steins toward Braham, "Iron Legion Ale. Not as good as a good Wayfarer Ice Brew, but beggars can't be choosers."

Braham took the Stein gratefully and took a huge gulp straight away. Siggi smirked again and followed suit.

As they set their mugs down, Braham cleared his throat, "So. How many mugs of these do you think we'll need to put this behind us?"

"Eh," Siggi waved a hand dismissively, "It's all snowmelt, far as I'm concerned. I forgave you a long time ago, just needed you to come around."

Poor Braham made a confused face, "Then Why not take the wreath in?"

"Listen," Siggi continued, with a small smile, "I gave you the Stein in the wreath for a couple reasons. One, I wanted an excuse to drink, and two, it's been way too long since we just sat down and TALKED, you know?"

"Oh. Yeah. I guess it has, huh?"

So they talked, avoiding the subject of their fight for the moment, speaking of Braham's adventures in the High Shiverpeaks, of Siggi's own adventures combating Balthazar - most of it he had heard second hand, but he wanted to hear it from Siggi. Ale after Ale appeared before them, and by the time conversation wound down, Siggi could confidently declare herself pleasantly tipsy, warm and buzzing down to her toes, and judging by Braham swaying on the bench across from her, he was somewhere in the same steading.

"Huh," he chuckled, "Imagine if I hadn't been such a Dolyak's ass. Could have helped you take down a human God. That would have been something to see."

Siggi chuckled, "Maybe. Then again, I did have to die to do it."

Braham frowned, "And maybe if I was there, I could have stopped him from killing you. I AM sorry, Commander..."

"Hey." Siggi set down her stein again for a moment, staring seriously across the table, "Already forgiven, remember? Wreath-sworn. Besides, Losing a parent affects a lot of us pretty badly."

"Hell. Losing my Mom probably affected you, huh?" Braham murmured, staring at the table, "I've been thinking about that, lately. She was your mentor. You two hunted together, built a legend together, she even sponsored you into the Pact."

Siggi nodded, "Yeah. She was... special, to me."

"And you kept on anyway."

"I did. I had a lot of people to save. If I had stopped to mourn her, how many more would have been lost?"

Braham took an especially long swig of ale after that, stared off into the middle distance.

"I... wonder if maybe the real problem was... I was jealous of you. You were closer to her than I was. Eir handpicked you as a champion of the great hunt. She recommended you to the orders, sheparded you until you were a force to defeat an elder dragon on your own. Hell, she was almost more of a Mom to you than she was to me."

Siggi raised an eyebrow, "C'mon, I'm not THAT much younger than her. Eir was more like..."

Siggi paused for a moment. Her mind flitted back, as it often did, to a certain night by a campfire, a night in while the bitter cold of the Shiverpeaks pierced even the hardy hides of the norn, and they found it prudent to share a bedroll for warmth. But then, prudency gave way to an awareness of bare skin touching skin, of a desire that no longer seemed worth hiding. No, Braham wasn't ready for that story. She wasn't sure she'd ever share that with anyone else anyway.

"...Let's just say, cool older sister?"

Braham chuckled, "Huh. yeah, that makes sense. And I guess I'd describe you the same way."

"That's me, cool older sister to thousands of squabbling pact children." Siggi raised her stein one last time and drained the current contents, a far-too-weak human brew. Really had to strengthen the supply lines here if they were already down to the human-brewed stuff, she thought absent-mindedly.

[ratasum]

guild wars 2, 30 day challenge

16. favourite living world season

Living World Season 4! It had some of the best writing, some of the most memorable scenes, and some of the best voice acting the series has had thus far.

It's also the reason I've had moments of "Ms. Derryberry did they actually put you in a golem and start sucking the air out because MA'AM." I have to play that particular instance muted because she's TOO good at her job.

That being said, it was just a really well balanced season over all. Joko was funny, but not enough to take away from how horrible he was. And Kralkatorrik felt so massive and insurmountable... the feelings that ripped through me seeing Aurene on the spikes linger to this day and it's been years.

To me it felt like the pinnacle of what this game could really do.

[muzarry]

Branded commander?

Branded commander.

(Happens at the end of All or Nothing)

[jollycryptid]

Path of Fire & Living World Season 4 did a number on my poor lad.

[rosy-opal-commander]

This au is just called “five minutes into if they had that talk at the end of the end if Blish and Taimi where late”

[guildwarszeke]

episode 1 just aged me by five years

[soulbeastdragon]

Guild Wars 2 Living World Season 4 Original Soundtrack | A Star to Guide Us (Trailer Theme) by Maclaine Diemer