#rurikton

[skrittkicking]

i log onto guild wars 2

i stare at my screen in dismay. it hasnt even been two minutes

[i-mybrunettelady]

a gravitational pull

Summary: Renira goes on a date with a very singular woman. Content warnings: sensuality/making out (M) Spoilers: None Note: Happy Lesbian visibility week! I may not be a lesbian but Ren is and I wanted to write this for ages now but just.. didn't, so here's one for a ship that could've been, but never was. Ft Babymander Nyra.

Renira doesn’t ordinarily meddle with targets that don’t concern her current mission. The Vigil, as far as her orders go, are allies and not people whose secrets she should be focused on. A secret here and there is fine, but there is a line that the agents can’t cross. Not when there’s General Soulkeeper and Warmaster Kernsson on sight as two high ranking officers. The Warmaster, maybe, if she were daring enough to attempt to spy on him again at such a time, but the General? 

She cannot risk it; not as a Lightbringer. Not when her squad relies on her in this way. 

Yet when Kernsson’s pretty apprentice starts chatting her up and asks her for a date, Renira is all too quick to agree. There is no shortage of pretty women, but there is a shortage of time. Now, after that whole business with Ajax Anvilburn is done with, she can take a break for one evening. It’s nothing serious, after all.

Then again, Renira does wonder if digging up info on your date before you even go out is standard practice for anyone who isn’t of the Whispers. Probably not. Alysannyra Ainsaph’s name has popped up here and there - starting with a file in bold, red letters called the Hero of Shaemoor. She has family here in Ebonhawke. And now, apparently, she has joined the Vigil and bears the title of Crusader. 

That’s where she makes herself stop. There need to be conversation topics. She cannot know everything in advance. 

“Nice dress, by the way,” Alysannyra says with a slight curve to the ends of her lips. “I see you’re taking cues from the locals.” She then pauses and joins her hands before her. Her lips, full and pink, are slightly parted. “I think it suits you, personally. We’d wear it belted in Rurikton, for the waist emphasis, but it looks good like this, I think. And I think the flower I chose works well with it? As if I’d known!”

Renira takes a deep breath. “Thank you,” she says and accepts the flowers - a vibrant yellow to match the pink of her dress, just as Alysannyra said - and gently holds them in her hand. Then Alysannyra offers her a hand and off on the streets of Ebonhawke they go. 

She looks good tonight. They look quite the pair, unintentionally so. The thought makes Renira smile. Nyra looks rather good in the traditional Ascalonian embroidered shirt and a jelek. The shirt is open enough to reveal her collarbones and the tightness of the vest makes her chest look pronounced. Her hair is long and loose, brushed but only barely, alternating between brown, red and blonde in the dying light of day. Her face is bare. 

Renira hasn’t seen eyes as blue in a while. Or maybe the lack of romantic attention in recent times finally reared its ugly head. While not that common, blue eyes aren’t exactly a rarity either. 

“Your hair changes color in the sunlight,” Renira says, by way of observation. Their footsteps fall in rhythm.

“Only the wisest of men know what my actual hair color is,” Nyra supplies, and lifts her eyebrows. “It has been foretold, certainly, that one who guesses it right will win my hand in marriage.” 

“Should I keep looking then?” Renira laughs. She likes the way Nyra talks. The dryness of her humor is refreshing. 

“If you like. I like to be looked at. If you guess right, you might get me to pop the question, Ascalonian style.” 

“Oh? I assume your heritage allows you for more insight on that particular topic than my few months of living here does?” Renira leans in - rather, down. Nyra’s hair smells of fresh herbs. 

Nyra lifts her head to meet her eyes. She holds her gaze. “I could show you, if you’d like,” she says. 

Renira hums. “There is time, Nyra.” She masks the extent of the excitement the response leaves in her. Nyra is a woman of the court, and she knows the art of conversation just as well as Renira does, yet not everyone acquires the charm needed to get to be as good as it can be. 

No, it’s not charm, not really. It feels like she has something of a gravitational pull that makes Renira unable to look away. The steadiness of her gaze, the warmth of her hand, scent of herbs and a hint of perfume, all coupled with her head held high, tempts Renira to bend down and kiss her then and there. When has she grown attracted to muscle on a woman? That is a new development. 

Not that she minds. 

Nyra’s smile is lopsided. “Enough time to squeeze a second date in?” 

Renira laughs. “Maybe. If I don’t make up my mind by the end of this one.” She pulls her closer. The eye contact breaks when she snakes their fingers tighter together and runs her nails over Nyra’s knuckles. “We aren’t even at the date location yet. The night is young.” 

And indeed, the sun has just set. The moon is just peeking through, an invited, observant figure to  the chatter of people and their joint hands. By the end of this, Renira thinks, she could have Nyra in her bed if she wanted to. And where would the harm be, if she has a willing participant? 

Nyra nods, pink in the face. “That is for you to decide, but in the meantime, I think a delicious meal awaits us.” 

And the food is good, admittedly, the kind both humans and charr would enjoy. Well done meat with kajmak, chopped onion that neither of them are touching, reflections of the bright yellow flower in the little rakija bottles. Turns out Nyra isn’t a fan of it. She takes one sip, swallows like a battleworn hero she is, and places it down with all the grace of a woman of the court. Renira downs hers in one chug. Nyra lifts a brow, as if impressed. 

And maybe alcohol did lower their inhibitions, but they’re kissing in a dimly lit street later, with Nyra on the tips of her toes and her hands around Renira’s shoulders. She’s a good kisser, it turns out. 

“Billiard rooms,” Nyra explains in between kisses. It’s a rather silly high society excuse to stare at people’s asses and steal a kiss. 

Renira slides her hands down and squeezes Nyra’s ass. She doesn’t need any overpriced rooms. “Were there any bets?” she asks, curiously. A part of her laughs, almost; is she as cocky as someone like Nyra can afford to be, to place a bet to be the best she’s ever kissed? She doesn’t voice it. 

There are many things she hasn’t been able to afford herself. There’s something so very aristocratic about the way Nyra carries herself, the way she grabs attention and stamps her seal all over it. Even now, red in the face, with lips darkened by kissing and lipstick, she knows she looks good, she knows the world should be watching her. 

Arrogance, Renira thinks. Arrogance that’s hardly ever faced a pushback. Arrogance that makes her want to fuck her against that very wall, in this very street. What a luxurious thing. 

“Nothing that went beyond tongues,” Nyra replies after a thought. “My parents have always been of the old, Ascalonian cut.” 

Renira tilts her head and licks at Nyra’s lower lip. “And you?” 

Nyra looks visibly distracted for a moment. “I’ve never been to Ebonhawke before,” she says. “Is that good enough?” 

“More than enough.” Enough to write in your file later. Tastes divine, is hardly in touch with where her parents came from. Looking to reconnect. Doesn’t care about the way things are done here. She places a kiss on her jaw. Nyra’s nails dig into Renira’s skin. She then kisses lower, to her exposed neck. 

Then, she then feels Nyra’s hands pushing her face away from her neck. Just as Renira was about to ask to leave her a little bite. Rude, she thinks and smiles. You arrogant, rude, sexy aristocrat. You just need to be in charge. Did the world see that? Or do you keep these things to yourself?

“I know a place where we can have more privacy,” Nyra says in a voice that doesn’t invite questioning. A command wrapped in a statement, and the quietness of the tone doesn’t take anything away from its force. She slides her hand down so it rests on Renira’s hip. “It’s not that far away. Come.” 

She then takes Renira’s hand and goes down the street, lipstick stains on her face and neck be damned. She walks like it all belongs to her, like she’s the queen of the fucking world, with her head held high. Without shame. Arrogant. 

Not arrogant. Proud. 

It takes Renira a lot to fall in love, but maybe this is a closer thing. Or maybe it’s the rakija, and the kissing, and the moon whispering in her ear, and the Ebonhawke and its pressing history and its proud descendant that’s holding her hand. 

Whatever it is, Renira slides into the night with her. 

It is, after all, a call she can’t say no to. 

[skaald-of-the-hearth-fires]

DoF:RefTE chapter 1 - Centaurs in Shaemoor

Dreams of Freedom: Reforging the Edge

Chapter one: Centaurs in Shaemoor | (AO3 link)

“CAPTAIN!”

Logan looks up from his desk in surprise, startled, mind running through all the possibilities of what can it be now? and already thinking of who he can assign to protect Queen Jennah. As always, of course, he wonders if he should just do that himself and not leave it up to chance (however miniscule). Then he sees that it is only Lieutenant Groban, who had been to Shaemoor Garrison, just outside the city, to get a report.

But Groban is standing in the massive door of Seraph Headquarters with wind-blown hair and a desperate expression on his face, and Logan blinks, this time just confused. Shaemoor is only just outside of Divinity’s Reach, nothing could have scared him too badly. To be fair, Logan reflects bemusedly, he doesn’t leave the walls of the city that often… perhaps he was frightened by something relatively mundane. “Yes, Lieutenant?”

“Centaurs, Captain! At the garrison!”

Logan raises an eyebrow in surprise and not a little confusion - the nearest centaurs are quite a ways southeast of Shaemoor. He checks the reports scattered around his desk. Out in the Krytan Freeholds, in fact. The centaurs couldn’t have got past the Seraph forces in the area without a lot of effort, manpower (or horsepower? Logan never knows), and most importantly, time - nearly two days’ travel, assuming they didn’t flat-out gallop the whole distance. There’s no way the Seraph wouldn’t have had warning. "How did they - ?”

“I don’t know, Captain, but they’re there. If they get past the garrison, Divinity’s Reach itself will be in danger.”

Logan furrows his brow. That's true... he admits reluctantly to himself, finally accepting the gravity of the situation. He nods at Groban. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Send runners to the Krytan Freeholds. We need to know how the centaurs got past the Seraph there without being stopped… or even noticed.” Logan pauses and frowns. The Wintersday festival was just yesterday, which might be enough to explain any lack of attention… but a whole troop of centaurs passing right outside the walls? That’s hard to miss.

The whole situation is… fishy. But Logan needs more information - he doesn’t know if the centaurs at the garrison came from the Krytan Freeholds at all, and if not, how they did get to the garrison. He doesn’t know how many centaurs there are at the garrison, or - well, he doesn’t know much of anything yet. That is easily remedied.

Logan glances at the lieutenant. He seems to have calmed down a bit. Groban could do with more time in the field anyway, Logan reflects. “Correction: go yourself, and get me a timeline of the centaurs’ movements. Handle the disposition of the troops stationed at the Freeholds once you’ve gathered all relevant information. Dismissed.”

Lieutenant Groban comes to attention and salutes, thumping his chest, before turning and striding out of Seraph Headquarters.

Logan speaks to the other Seraph in the room. “Someone send to Shaemoor Garrison for a report on the strength of centaur forces there and the ability of the Seraph stationed within the garrison to withstand the attack.” A corporal salutes and hurries off. Logan calls after him, “find out how soon their shift changes, too!” Logan himself had been looking forward to heading home to Rurikton soon, but it seems those plans will have to be delayed.

In any case, Shaemoor Garrison had not, in Logan’s memory, ever had to withstand any attacks. The centaurs had never pressed so far north before, and the garrison, as a result, is only lightly defended. Logan usually sends new graduates of the Seraph Training Academy there for some risk-free experience ‘in the field.’ The centaur attack, however, may be similarly light. Hopefully.

Logan glances across his desk, looking for anything on the small village that Shaemoor Garrison defends, then turns to one of his aides. “Get me the files on Shaemoor and the surrounding fields. I need to know the significance of the land we’re defending.”

The man nods, rummaging through some papers on the long desk Logan shares with his aides, and finally comes up with a stack of papers. Shuffling through them all briefly, he says, “Lieutenant Francis is the ranking officer in Shaemoor, sir, and the village’s primary complaint is bandits. It’s mostly farmland and there aren’t many Seraph on patrol except in the village itself, so the outlaws are… unrestrained. I believe Shaemoor’s fields are the primary source of food supply to Divinity’s Reach."

“Ahh.” Logan sits back thoughtfully while his aide goes through the papers more thoroughly. Valuable land, then - to be protected at all costs. Divinity’s Reach wouldn’t survive a siege without it - Shaemoor Garrison is the last defense. Logan's breath hitches momentarily. “Is the garrison the village's only defense?”

“The only man-made defense, sir. Shaemoor Garrison straddles the river - Altar Brook - which goes around all the east and south side, and there’s a mountain to the southwest… that the civilians have nicknamed the Bandithaunt Caverns… I…” he tilts his head at the paper. “I guess it’s got caverns in it…?”

Logan tunes him out for the moment. He doesn't need to hear about the bandits - he'd done what he could about them long ago. Between a mountain and a river, Shaemoor Garrison is a quite tactically useful choke point for holding off the centaurs… but if it fails, not only do the civilians in Shaemoor get trampled over, but Divinity’s Reach could be sieged easily and starved out within five weeks - less, coming out of winter and with no spring crops in production yet. Logan realizes his heartbeat had sped up in anxiety, but he forces himself to hold his leisurely position. His men can't see him worried. A siege is not a likely possibility, Logan reminds himself. A large enough force to achieve that could not have gotten this far without being noticed.

Logan takes a deep breath. “Who’s the ranking officer at the garrison itself?”

“Lieutenant Ryder, sir.”

“Ah, an experienced man, then." Logan nods decisively. "And he has Lieutenant Francis in the village for backup. They’ll do fine, with sufficient manpower.” He'll have to keep an eye on the situation, of course. IT wouldn't do to let such a strange threat go unmonitored so close to home.

A minute later, the massive doors of Seraph HQ open to admit a Seraph soldier. “Captain, I have a report on Shaemoor.”

“Continue,” Logan says, leaning back in his chair.

“Centaurs are currently attacking the garrison. They seem to have a temporary camp on the southern edge of Scaver Plateau and are only sending forces in small waves. It’s a sizable force at the camp, but the garrison is holding - for now at least. Our lieutenant requests replacements for the newer soldiers so he can get them out of the frontline fighting, and reinforcements to handle the centaurs when they decide to mount a full-scale attack. He’ll need more than the command stationed in the village, and he’s already using twice the manpower.”

"Where'd he get extra manpower from already?” Logan questions with a frown.

“The centaurs hit us right at our shift change, Captain. The lieutenant kept the day shift on guard to help the night shift with the defense.”

Logan grimaces, but otherwise doesn't let his worry show on his face. That’s over half the men on duty tired from a day of service. These centaurs have far too much information on Seraph troops and movements. More than Logan’s own active information, at that. “Send as many men as he needs,” Logan says aloud to his aide, who scribbles notes frantically. “Call in men from Altar Brook Crossing, even Claypool if need be. We may need them - we still don’t know how the centaurs got here or where they came from.” There may also be Seraph forces incoming from Krytan Freeholds, too, depending on Groban’s findings.

“Yes, Captain!” The man salutes with a thump of his fist to his chest, and leaves.

Logan takes a deep breath to settle his nerves and stretches slightly. He had never been built for desk work, and rather itches to be on the battlefield where he can actually be helping instead of gathering information. But, alas, such are the trials of love. With that thought, Logan rises from his desk. “I need to report to the queen. Send Lieutenant Groban to me when he returns.”

~oOoOo~

Logan enters Queen Jennah’s throne room and bows with a flourish. Jennah would not have minded if he’d strode right up to her - and Logan certainly would have preferred to - but appearances must be maintained, for nobles, ministers, and commoners alike. They need to see the Seraph Captain showing proper respect and deference. Logan hides a smile; showing the Chamber of Ministers that the queen has the full support of her military is one of his favorite pastimes. It wouldn’t do to let them forget, after all. So he follows the forms with all the respect and dignity he can muster. Passionate embraces can be saved for… less public spaces.

Jennah meets his eyes with a warm smile from across the room. "Ah, Logan!” She beckons him come closer.

Logan approaches gladly. “My queen,” he murmurs, kissing her hand. Now, that part of the ritual… well. But there is business to be done.

Straightening, he goes on, “I’m afraid there’s no time for pleasantries. Centaurs are sieging Shaemoor Garrison as we speak - threatening the Village of Shaemoor and the Shaemoor Fields, farmland that provides for most of Divinity’s Reach. Even more worrying, we don’t know how they got so far into Kryta.”

Jennah frowns. “Where were they before?”

“At closest? Krytan Freeholds, beyond the Eldvin Monastery. Our usual battle lines are drawn even further out, past Beetletun and Guardian’s Pass.”

“And you say they threaten the city?”

Logan forces himself to let go of the tension between his shoulders. “The lieutenant at Shaemoor Garrison isn’t certain he can hold out for long. I’m gearing up the Seraph to assist them already. The centaurs also have displayed an uncanny knowledge of our operations - shift changes particularly. I’m confident we can handle it, but it’s a worrying development.”

“I agree,” Jennah says softly. She sighs. “I do not see the point of continuing to spend lives on this war. Is there any chance of a parlay?”

"I wish," Logan mutters resentfully. How do they know our shift changes?? He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “You know we’ve tried before, Your Majesty. They won’t settle for anything, reasonable or unreasonable - they want to claim all of Kryta and do who knows what with humanity. Kill us all, possibly; or enslave us. Most generously, I can imagine they’d pack us off to some remote corner of the country while they have free rein of the rest.” He shakes his head, anger bubbling in his chest. The centaur war had been taking its toll on the people for far too long.

Countess Anise speaks up from Queen Jennah’s right hand, almost like the lady-in-waiting she pretended to be. “Their view is understandable. By nature, we shouldn’t even be here - we’re relative newcomers to this world, and the centaurs know it best of all. They have better reason to than most - well, save the charr, and we’re at war with them, too. Excuse me, ceasefire. Of course the centaurs resent our presence on their land.”

“We can’t exactly leave,” Logan replies sharply.

“Of course not, Captain,” Anise says easily. “It is a tragedy that we’ll have to beat them into submission the hard way, but one that must be endured. What concerns me more is their appearance out of nowhere - right at twilight and the day after Wintersday, no less.”

“I have scouts on the problem already,” Logan says, speaking more to Jennah than her advisor. “They’ll take longer to report in, but I thought you should know of the situation. I’ll let you know when I know more. Also, I may draw Seraph from the city to supplement our ranks in Shaemoor.”

“That is good to know,” Jennah tells him. “Thank you.” She hesitates. “Might I suggest going to the garrison yourself? You’ve seemed restless of late - the combat will do you good.”

Logan frowns. “I’d like to, but I should stay where I can coordinate things…” He's still waiting for Groban to report in about where the centaurs came from, and then he has to make executive decisions from there; he needs to find out where the centaurs got their information and plug that leak; he has to be able to reallocate men to the garrison as needed; he needs to be able to respond quickly to any new information that might come in - surprise attacks elsewhere in the kingdom, for example -

Countess Anise grins at him. “You mean you should stay where you can keep an eye on the queen? Don’t worry your head, Captain - nothing will befall her.”

“With Divinity’s Reach itself in danger from a threat that materialized out of nowhere, I’ll ‘worry my head’ until I’m one hundred percent sure she is safe,” Logan snaps. “As should you.”

“Oh, I do," Anise says with a slow smile. "Concern yourself first with the centaurs at the gate, Captain, and leave me to handle our… internal affairs.”

That means Anise suspects an information leak or inside job of some kind. Logan wishes he could investigate and manage everything. But Anise has her job, he has his, and…

Jennah smiles at him. “Go, fight your battles, Logan. I’ll be here when you return.”

Logan bows, then turns and leaves the throne room. He really should stay at Seraph HQ and coordinate... But a command from his queen is a command from his queen.

But he won’t stop worrying about her.

[clemmykins]

so the besties and i are putting together a goofy rp called housewives of rurikton. she will have lore. and it will be horrible.

meet Brittany the Destroyer.

[knight-of-the-thorn]

Man actually just playing Casus in open world gw2 is so fucked up you walk through rurikton and you go man doesn't this almost look like home except it is so very distinctly different you see a plaque commemorating an event he was at and you go haha that reminds dude me all of your friends are dead and have been for a very long time.

Except for Ogden Ogden is fine

[sleidog]

Learn about my OCs! Post #5 De

De's turn!

[ Name ]  Delanaich/De

[ Species ] Sylvari

[ Height ] 5'6"

[ Age ] 21-31 [39-49]

[ Class ] Weaver Elementalist

[ Cycle ] Assumed dawn

[ Gender ] Trans masc, he/him

[ Status ] Single [on and off open relationship with Slei]

[ Orientation ] Pansexual 

Delanaich is incredibly vain, he highly values his appearance to others as well as himself and frequently fusses in front of his dresser. His vanity extends to those who assosiate with him as well, looking to dress or decorate them to match his own ideals with consent.

During his working hours if you're a client, De is attentive and extremely good at his particular brand of companionship. However, outside of work he can be a very grating individual to be around. De is particularly sheltered, rarely leaving his home for much as he has people to do that for him, leading him to be dismissive and passive aggressive when things aren't done for him.

 [ L i k e s  &  D i s l i k e s ] 

✔ Promptness ✔ Obedience ✔ Luxury ✖ Entitlement ✖ Bratty behavior ✖ Loss of control [TRIVIA]

When particularly stressed, his cat-tail reeds can 'pop' and turn fluffy.

Usually always has his weight shifted over onto one foot.

His choice of fashion is an almost perfect split between masculine and feminine.

De would often be the one paying for Slei's bail every time he would get arrested

De's home is located in Lion's arch, after Lion's arch was destroyed by Scarlet, he relocated to Divinity's Reach in Rurikton.

From another tree other than the Pale Tree, De had to learn most things for himself without the dream or Pale Tree's voice guiding him. De doesn't know which tree he came from, or if any other sylvari also came from the same place as him.

De favours a ritualists staff in long combat, though his primary weapons for one-on-one combat is a sword and dagger. His combination of choice being paired from the endless ocean set.

De is never unclothed during sessions with clients and always in a strictly dominant position while working.

De favours using air and water magic, though as a weaver he can blend all of them together to deadly affect.

[tricos-here]

alween 🖤🍎🎂 ?

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

She doesn't go out of her way to kill but she's certainly killed a few people, she's in the Vigil and it's not uncommon to get into altercations with bandits and pirates and the like which, well, results in either party's deaths. Even before the Vigil though she's had a habit of getting into fights and bar brawls where she hasn't killed anyone then but certainly been some gnarly injuries.

Don't think she's broken anyone's trust, but she's been in several messy relationships so may or may not have broken some hearts

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

She was born somewhere in the Western Commons of Divinity's Reach, though she was raised around Rurikton after she was taken in by her father and his wife. She's since moved to her own place in Lion’s Arch. She does like Divinity's Reach in a detached manner, she like the city itself and visits often enough with friends etc but she does not care to step anywhere near her family

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

Her birthday is on Scion 4th (equivalent of July 3rd), as of 1335 AE she's 28 years old.

Now as for all the sign and tarot stuff, I don't know shit lmao, and I don't think they're a thing in GW2 anyway (except for maybe Chinese Signs? in which case she'd be wood dog) but I got some time to kill so slapping that shit in some dodgy calculators and she's hypothetically have: cancer sun, taurus moon, virgo rising and tarot cards the devil and the lovers 🧘 do with that what you will

[khorren]

have 1, 4, 5, and 8 from the gw2 human asks for whoever you want! :) @kerra-and-company

Thank you for the ask. Smooch. <3

Counted my humans (excluding Nat, Cosima, and Xunlai) at 11 and did a RNG number picker based off my character page and got 6. So that's….. Ruby! Haha oh god she's lived for yaknow, 300ish years so we've got a lot to unpack here!

1) How do they feel about charr? Big Feelings (tm) to say the least. So Ruby was involved in the GW1 storyline. She grew up in the middle of nowhere off in the Tarnished Coast with her witchy mama and her sister, Kiz. When the White Mantle were poking around looking for Bloodstones Ruby and Kiz went off to Lion's Arch to look for people to come help chase off the Mantle, only to run into the Ascalonian group. Realising they're half-related (same dad) the sisters joined the cause. Knowing their step-family were chased out of their homes by Charr they took a strong dislike to the beasts. Once the events of Prophecies was over, Kiz along with one of the Ascalonian lot, Cea, went back to Ascalon to help getting more people out of Ascalon and safely into the settlements in Kryta. Except the pair of them died to charr attacks. Ruby found out and was just absolutely devestated. Years passed and she still had a lot of hatred for the charr, even when the Ebonhawke Treaty was signed (which her daughter played a part in) she will not trust them and is very uneasy around them. There's about 4 charr in the whole world that she will be near / listen to and even then she is very very suspicious of them and cagey around them. She'd much rather they be rugs on her floors.

2) do they have any strong ties with their heritage? Her mother was into the Aggression and Denial schools of magic. So magic heritage is more her thing than cultural/family. While magic isn't considered these ways anymore, that's a lot of what Ruby picked up on, so her magic isn't strictly "Necromancer". Pressure, punishment, snaring, and shutdown she learned from her mother and prefers that over things like creating minions. The Ascalonian kids have much more of a connection to their heritage, but since Ruby was sort of just this weird jungle kid during her youth she didn't know much outside of her mother. Which is amusing as she became the de facto Fae Family genealogy expert, keeping track of hundreds of blood relatives after GW1 timeline stuff.

5) describe their childhood. So Ruby, Kiz and their mama lived in the Tarnished Coast keeping very much to themselves for the most part. An annual trip to Lion's Arch for seeds, grains, other stuff to grow, then back to the jungle. Their lives were simple and it was mostly magic training, survival training that sort of thing. Mama knew she'd be sending their kids off an adventure one day so she wanted to train them well. They knew from an early age who their father was and they met him once or twice, purely by luck, when he was passing through Lion's Arch (he was a traveling merchant and would dock in every port IYKWIM wink). Kiz thinks she met Zoe once, but she may have just been lying about that. But still, it helped the Tarnished Coast kids connect to the Ascalonian kids.

8) do you have an in-game location for their “home?” Yes! Ruby has two places and they're both in Divinity's Reach. She has a big fancy house in Rurikton, where she puts on the graces of a noble. I think it was this house, though it has a much more impressive front door (this house seriously has like one side door to it. wtf lol).

People generally think she's just some fancy noble with a lot of knowledge about human history and an interest in the Flameseeker Prophecies. A lot of people claim to have ancestors who were the heroes, but Ruby was yaknow, actually there. Still, she'll humour them and smile and go "Oh me too…."

Then she has a place in the East Commons where she actually keeps all her shit from the past 300 or so years.

Quiet little place, the nearby NPC "Alleyway lurker" is one of her people who just watches over the place and reports any suspicious activity. But on the inside it's a cozy little place, if a little run down. The hidden basement is just full of stuff about the family and human history. She'll make a copy of something and give it to the Priory once in a while to keep them sweet. But there's a lot of stuff down there relating to Ascalon, Kryta, Orr, Tarnished Coast, also a lot of information about the Charr, the legions, the Khan-Ur. Know your enemy and all that jazz.

[dasozelotvonnebenan]

Reevus for the send a character thing? -charrwybie

01. Full name: Reevus Doppelkopf (or doublehead. of Head warband)

02. Best friend: He doesn't know her name but she appears as "The White Menace" at the Arcana Obscura Bar&Brawl. They are more best enemies than best friends. They got a spy rivalry going on. Neither of them have seen the others face. Sometimes they sit on the rooftops and just talk. Sometimes they beat the shit out of each other.

03. Sexuality: Never thought about it aka. default bisexual. (yes this is going to appear frequently in this ask game)

04. Favorite color: Honestly he really likes that not entirely white color they paint the houses in Rurikton

08. Favorite food: Just one of those good steaks that come out of the ranches on the diessa plateau. That krytan stuff simply doesn't match up.

10. Favorite music: Believe it or not he really likes Metal Legion.

11. Biggest fear: The mesmer collective deciding he is too dangerous.

12. Biggest fantasy: Becoming Tribune. (He is too much of a realist to dream of Imperator)

13. Bad habits: Too focused on finding out what agenda the humans in front of him follow to question the agenda of the charr in his back.

14. Biggest regret: Is actually pretty chill with his place in the world.

15. Best kept secrets: Well it is quite important that the humans don't figure out that he is a mesmer. So that.

16. Last thought: What are you, a mesmer?

18. Biggest insecurity: That he is absolutely shit at invisibility. He just can't do it, not even with a single person.

19. Weapon of choice: Pistol

20. Role Model: Ok so im my head there is a place similar to the Black Citadel's Memorial Quadrant in the Ash Citadel, and the greatest members of the Legion are commemorated. And amongst them is one whose plaque doesn't carry a name because they were just that good of a spy. That charr is what Reevus aspires to be.

and a fresh picture too!

[ascalonianlightbringer]

I'm wrapping up "The Accusation," after Minister Arton claimed innocence and agreed to surrender himself to the custody of the Shining Blade. Logan sent Gwen off to question Sergeant Hal, a former member of Falcon Company who transferred out and currently patrols eastern Divinity's Reach.

Specifically, he's found in Rurikton, the Ascalonian district of Divinity's Reach. My headcanon is that Gwen spent so much time struggling to survive in the Salma District with her friends that she's unlikely to have participated in the Rurikton community, despite her fierce Ascalonian loyalties.

I imagine her parents were very strong Ascalonian partisans who met in the Vanguard hospital, and ultimately left Gwen and Deborah with the girls' maternal grandfather in DR before rushing off to fight for The Cause in Ascalon and getting themselves killed. Deborah, the older daughter, resented her parents' abandonment and was committed to making a new life in Kryta, while Gwen is more sympathetic to their parents, loathes the Charr with particular fervor, and is curious and eager to see Rurikton and Ebonhawke properly.

Rurikton, showing the age a bit, but still cool.

But she has other priorities now, so she briefly takes in the lions and memorials as she's hurrying to find Sergeant Hal.

Hal immediately assumes that Gwen is an agent of Tervelan out to kill him, which he figured would happen eventually once he put the pieces together. It's not clear how long it's been since Falcon Company was ambushed, but my impression is a pretty decent while—months, maybe even a year or two. But he must have thought Tervelan was taking his sweet time if so.

Gwen assures him she's from Logan and asks why Tervelan would want him killed, and he immediately opens up and says he was Tervelan's messenger. He wasn't told any details about the messages he carried to the woods or their ultimate recipients, but he figured out that it had something to do with the ambush and transferred out as soon as he could. He thinks another former Falcon, Dansky, might know more. She left the Seraph altogether and joined the Lionguard (who don't even answer to the Krytan government, just the melting pot city-state of Lion's Arch).

So, off to the south to find the Lionguard haven Dansky is posted at these days. It's in the next zone from the entire Queensdale zone outside DR, but I'd be putting distance between me and Tervelan if I were her, too.

Sure enough, as the mission starts, a bunch of bandits attack the haven without even pretending they're there to steal anything. Gwen, level 80 mesmer that she is, didn't have much trouble wiping them out with, well, pink greatsword lasers (mesmer greatsword is the best greatsword, change my mind).

Dansky is fine, but a bit rattled and confused about the aimless attack. Gwen suspects it was directed specifically at taking out Dansky herself to halt Gwen and Logan's investigation (our mystery minister's reach is long, apparently). In any case, the moment Gwen mentions the investigation, Dansky is incredibly relieved to hear that Tervelan is corrupt, as she always suspected.

Dansky was the other messenger back in the day. She carried messages to the Ministry, which seemed to be directed to Minister Arton's office, but she discovered afterwards that the person who received them from her was a total stranger to Arton's people. She survived because she had been injured when Falcon Company was ambushed, and left the Seraph altogether afterwards. Smart, honestly, though maybe reporting all this enormously suspicious information to someone at the time would have been helpful.

At any rate, she tells Gwen where the Falcons were headed when they got ambushed.

It's also possible to get slightly different information after the cut scene. There's an option to threaten her with an accusation of treason (...), request help with a legal matter, or ask for help in a slightly flattering way, the last of which seemed most Gwen's style. Dansky is eager to help—apparently Tervelan would punish the soldiers with "corporal discipline" for ever asking questions and terrorized them into keeping quiet.

She tells Gwen that if any members of the company were taken captive, they'd be sold to local slavers. Although human slaves seem mostly kept by centaurs in general, some of the human bandits trade in captives, so she directs Gwen to a camp that seems in the right general area.

And that concludes "The Accusation"! Onto the finale.

[roelski-gw2]

Logan Thackeray is Cursed! ;) You can fine the full video here: https://youtu.be/wsDE-MN_dp4

[i-mybrunettelady]

32 for nyraaaa :3c

babygrilllll

32. Someone my muse has betrayed

going right for the jugular, i see..

trahearne, hands down. she isn't a backstabbing person, and she will rather tell you how it is than do anything behind your back, but in the event of her own glory or someone else, she will choose her own glory. such is the nature of her frankly ruthless ambition. and she does consider this to be betrayal, and she owns up to it, but not many people see it as betrayal in the same sense as she does. because, uh, hero worship. and her sheer magnetic presence. like you have to stare so much into the sun to see its surface kinda presence. that's just nyra for ya.

also, balthazar. she did pray to balthazar, as she does to all other human gods even if she was blessed by lyssa, but turning back on your beliefs because, well, glory and world needing saving is a pretty dang big betrayal in my books, and in hers. and not only turning back, she killed him. to a grand cost to herself, of course, but she did kill him.

and while few people fault her for trahearne, there's a sizable portion of the clergy of dr that considers her a heretic, a godkiller (derogatory), someone not to be associated with, and there's a good chance she'll be chased out of balthazar's temples. she doesn't even feel entirely comfortable in the temple in rurikton, where she was first baptized as a kid; as a people whose history is marked by war, balthazar is a deity a lot of them turn to, so she isn't entirely welcome in the sacred, ascalonian spaces of balthazar worship. but then again, she did complete adelbern's crown, and she did convince eir to give magdaer to her bc well, she's ascalonian.

tl;dr nyra's ascalonian (affectionate) (derogatory)

[hualarey]

[aleyannadenton]

Chaos

Aleyanna chose not to take the airship back to the Refuge. Instead, she chose to waypoint directly from Rurikton, fees be damned. After what she had witnessed, she didn’t want to take anything to chance. Especially with what she had to witness.

Sure, she didn’t agree with the premise of the Ebonhawke Independence Party. But still, she didn’t want to see anyone almost be assassinated if it could be helped, especially a friend of Renita’s. And it strickened her to see that a place she had called home once, relatively speaking, was living up to a name of chaos, destruction, and sorrow.

As she walked towards the house, she wondered what all to say when the inevitable questions were asked. She was just afraid that people would assume that now, the Reach was just a lost cause.

[vampiricsheep]

Venting 12 hours after the fact but - explicit rp kept to whispers, party chat, squad chat, whatever private channels is fine (all parties consenting ofc)!

Explicit convos or scenes in public chat channel? Irresponsible and rude.

Explicit convos and scenes in public chat channels on a populated rp shard in the middle of an rp event? What the FUCK is wrong with you

[rangeronmain]

my earliest-joined guild is sadly inactive these days but I'm about to run around with that Rurik cape repping "Rurik's Personal Guard [FAIL]" for the drama of it