Snowdrops
rivaan
Foster
WindingWay
Phase
SaltSight
Little Bird
BrokenPromise
Single Malt
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Tyria, ten years after the last Elder Dragon was defeated and killed, everything has returned to normal, as normal can be. The Charrs are once again busy fighting the Blood Legion and the Ghosts Of Ascalon, the Asuras are busy fighting the Inquest, the Sylvari are busy fighting the Nightmare Court, the Norn are busy with the Sons Of Svanir and the Humans are busy with the Centaurs. The orders returned to their respective strongholds and camps throughout Tyria and started rebuilding their orders again, gaining new members and raising their numbers after having taken heavy losses against the Elder Dragon. Everything had more or less gone back to the ways things were before the fight with the Elder Dragon, and it had a comfortable feeling to it, for all of the races. While it was an annoyance to be in a constant conflict with another faction, it was still something, which they could handle by themselves, without the support from other races all the time. This also meant that some of the races had gotten a bit hostile towards each other again, though they hadn’t gone to war with each other, which was a good thing.
However, after these ten years, a rumor made it’s way from the far east of the Blazeridge Mountains, a rumor that no one really believed in. It was a rumor that an Elder Dragon had been spotted, but it was unclear where the rumor originated from exactly. No one had had contact with any race that far out for at least a hundred years, if not more, and still someone had managed to spread a rumor all the way to the most populated areas of Tyria. This also meant that a lot of people didn’t believe in the rumor and many said it was a trick to make everyone scared and afraid again and possible get all the races to start having more conflicts again. But instead of letting this rumor go out of control, the three orders. The Vigil, Durmand Priory and The Order Of Whispers, decided to dispatch a few members from each of their orders, as an exploration group, with a group of assistants and wagon pullers and so on. This was a way to show the rest of Tyria that the Orders were still willing to work together and they were still as divergent in their races as they had always been. All orders had members from all the different races that inhabited Tyria, at least the more peaceful races, which meant this was also a way to show that the Order still stood for unity and teamwork.
However, even though the Orders were well respected and liked by almost everyone, it was still seen as an unnecessary expedition. It was seen as a waste of resources in these times of rebuilding and forming the Orders again. People kept saying that it was just a rumor, and that the Orders should focus more on working with each of the races to take down the renegade factions of all the races, instead of sending them on a wild goose hunt. However, they couldn’t really stop the Orders even if they wanted too, as they knew that the Orders were above the law, if they wanted to go on a mission. Plus, all the funds for the Orders were raised and gained by the Orders themselves. This meant that every piece of gold they had acquired, was something they had earned through hard work and missions. No one could take it from them and they were free to use it as they saw fit, and they did use it to help everyone a lot and protect everyone all the time, which was one of the main reasons why people didn’t speak too loudly against this team of experts from each Order. Another reason why people didn’t agree with the “experts” that the Orders were using, was that the Orders used people that didn’t always see eye to eye with the law. They didn’t kill civilians and they followed the law, usually. But some of them went to the extremes to complete a mission.
A Sylvari necromancer, Feyra Acor, was someone who was rumored to be a tough woman, who didn’t let anyone get in her way if she had a mission to complete. She was a member of the Durmand Priory and one of the top researchers in the Order, while being one of the best necromancers you could find. She was deadly and she would make sure her enemies knew that when they started to attack her. However, because of her necromantic skills, people were also afraid of what she could do. Necromancers in general had started to scare people more and more, because of their abilities to raise creatures and spirits from the ground and corpses and so on. So while many of them worked for the greater good, they were still met with quite a lot of distrust throughout Tyria now.
But Feyra Acor had learned to live with that distrust, and had become more of a lone wolf on her missions, instead of working together with a team. She didn’t hate people, and when she worked in the Durmand Priory, she also discussed and researched with her friends in the Order and the other scientists that worked there, even if they didn’t see eye to eye on a project themselves. But when she was out in the field and doing research, whether it was in a camp, a village, a city or out in the wild, she kept to herself as much as she could, so that she didn’t have to create any unnecessary unhealthy conflicts, for herself and others. But it also meant that she sometimes had to go the hard way aroud a mission, instead of the easier way, if she couldn’t communicate with the people she needed to communicate with, to gain access to an area or to get some information. Instead, she had to resort to stealth or research in the wild, instead of going to a library that might hold the answer to what she was seeking. But she was more or less always very successful with what she researched, and she never returned from the field without the information she had left to find. The longest she had stayed away from the Durmand Priory, had been four years to find information she had been looking for, and that had been right after Zhaitan, the Elder Dragon that had taken control of Orr many years ago. She had been looking for magical artifacts that had been said to be effective against the dragons, and it had taken four years before she had returned to society with the information, but she had done it.
The Durmand Priory had chosen her to go with the expedition team to the far east of the Blazeridge Mountains, to see what the rumor of the Elder Dragon was all about, maybe try to establish some kind of contact with the once who lived out there, if someone did indeed live out there. The rumor had to come from somewhere, and no traveler had claimed to be the one to have seen the Elder Dragon or to have heard the rumor first, everyone said they had heard it from someone else, but no one knew who had started it. If there was a society that far out east, it was important to try and establish a connection with them, to see if they would be willing to, if not join the rest of Tyria and it’s policies, then at least see if they would be willing to share information and have some kind of a co-operative deal with the rest of Tyria. If that was possible, everyone would gain a new ally and that would mean more forces against the Elder Dragons, should there really be a new one on the rise.
The meeting point for the members from all the Orders, was at the gate of the Black Citadel. None of the agents knew who were being send from the other Orders, since it was best to keep it as low profile as possible. The only thing that the public knew, was that they would send someone. Some people knew who the Orders would send. For example, the ones who lived close to the Durmand Priory base, they knew that Feyra Acor would be the one to be sent out with the team, but they didn’t know who would be sent out from the Whispers or the Vigil. But Feyra had now arrived at the Black Citadel, through one of the Asura portal gates, and she knew she had to watch her step around these Charrs. Even though they were allies, they were also brutes a lot of the time, and they picked a fight if they could get a chance to do so. Not because they disliked people, but because they liked to fight, and if they could fight other races, well, that would be even better. So Feyra Acor kept a low profile, or as low as she could as a Sylvari necromancer in The Black Citadel. She was also quite a looker, and her outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, at least not for her upper body. Her lower body was covered by a knee length dark green thick-leaf skirt, and she wore thick leaf shoes as well. Normally she wouldn’t wear shoes at all, but she knew that the Charrs homelands had a lot of stone roads and fields, plus there were grenade parts and mines all over the place as well, and stepping on one of those without protection could be a really painful experience, so it was better to be safe and sorry while she was in these parts.
The weather wasn’t that nice, it was dripping sligthtly, and thunder could be heard coming from not too far away. A storm could be coming but it was impossible to say just how bad it would be. Sylvari didn’t care, as they lived out in the nature and all the weather that the nature threw at them. But Feyra Acor knew that the other races who weren’t used to living in the nature, would get annoyed by it if it started to rain too much and try to delay their departure. If that happened, she might just start the expedition by herself and let them catch up with her whenever they were ready to do so, but for now, she was waiting at the big black gates, leading out of The Black Citadel. The small assistant team that should have been assembled from the Durmand Priory hadn’t shown up yet either. Besides of the members that the Orders would send, each of them would also send some assistants, and they would also hire assistants outside of the Orders, but it seemed that Feyra was the first on to arrive, so she just stood at the black gates, with her bone scythe attached on her back, and a satchel with a bit of gold and potions, flung over her head and right shoulder, and hanging down on her left side.
Tyria, ten years after the last Elder Dragon was defeated and killed, everything has returned to normal, as normal can be. The Charrs are once again busy fighting the Blood Legion and the Ghosts Of Ascalon, the Asuras are busy fighting the Inquest, the Sylvari are busy fighting the Nightmare Court, the Norn are busy with the Sons Of Svanir and the Humans are busy with the Centaurs. The orders returned to their respective strongholds and camps throughout Tyria and started rebuilding their orders again, gaining new members and raising their numbers after having taken heavy losses against the Elder Dragon. Everything had more or less gone back to the ways things were before the fight with the Elder Dragon, and it had a comfortable feeling to it, for all of the races. While it was an annoyance to be in a constant conflict with another faction, it was still something, which they could handle by themselves, without the support from other races all the time. This also meant that some of the races had gotten a bit hostile towards each other again, though they hadn’t gone to war with each other, which was a good thing.
However, after these ten years, a rumor made it’s way from the far east of the Blazeridge Mountains, a rumor that no one really believed in. It was a rumor that an Elder Dragon had been spotted, but it was unclear where the rumor originated from exactly. No one had had contact with any race that far out for at least a hundred years, if not more, and still someone had managed to spread a rumor all the way to the most populated areas of Tyria. This also meant that a lot of people didn’t believe in the rumor and many said it was a trick to make everyone scared and afraid again and possible get all the races to start having more conflicts again. But instead of letting this rumor go out of control, the three orders. The Vigil, Durmand Priory and The Order Of Whispers, decided to dispatch a few members from each of their orders, as an exploration group, with a group of assistants and wagon pullers and so on. This was a way to show the rest of Tyria that the Orders were still willing to work together and they were still as divergent in their races as they had always been. All orders had members from all the different races that inhabited Tyria, at least the more peaceful races, which meant this was also a way to show that the Order still stood for unity and teamwork.
However, even though the Orders were well respected and liked by almost everyone, it was still seen as an unnecessary expedition. It was seen as a waste of resources in these times of rebuilding and forming the Orders again. People kept saying that it was just a rumor, and that the Orders should focus more on working with each of the races to take down the renegade factions of all the races, instead of sending them on a wild goose hunt. However, they couldn’t really stop the Orders even if they wanted too, as they knew that the Orders were above the law, if they wanted to go on a mission. Plus, all the funds for the Orders were raised and gained by the Orders themselves. This meant that every piece of gold they had acquired, was something they had earned through hard work and missions. No one could take it from them and they were free to use it as they saw fit, and they did use it to help everyone a lot and protect everyone all the time, which was one of the main reasons why people didn’t speak too loudly against this team of experts from each Order. Another reason why people didn’t agree with the “experts” that the Orders were using, was that the Orders used people that didn’t always see eye to eye with the law. They didn’t kill civilians and they followed the law, usually. But some of them went to the extremes to complete a mission.
A Sylvari necromancer, Feyra Acor, was someone who was rumored to be a tough woman, who didn’t let anyone get in her way if she had a mission to complete. She was a member of the Durmand Priory and one of the top researchers in the Order, while being one of the best necromancers you could find. She was deadly and she would make sure her enemies knew that when they started to attack her. However, because of her necromantic skills, people were also afraid of what she could do. Necromancers in general had started to scare people more and more, because of their abilities to raise creatures and spirits from the ground and corpses and so on. So while many of them worked for the greater good, they were still met with quite a lot of distrust throughout Tyria now.
But Feyra Acor had learned to live with that distrust, and had become more of a lone wolf on her missions, instead of working together with a team. She didn’t hate people, and when she worked in the Durmand Priory, she also discussed and researched with her friends in the Order and the other scientists that worked there, even if they didn’t see eye to eye on a project themselves. But when she was out in the field and doing research, whether it was in a camp, a village, a city or out in the wild, she kept to herself as much as she could, so that she didn’t have to create any unnecessary unhealthy conflicts, for herself and others. But it also meant that she sometimes had to go the hard way aroud a mission, instead of the easier way, if she couldn’t communicate with the people she needed to communicate with, to gain access to an area or to get some information. Instead, she had to resort to stealth or research in the wild, instead of going to a library that might hold the answer to what she was seeking. But she was more or less always very successful with what she researched, and she never returned from the field without the information she had left to find. The longest she had stayed away from the Durmand Priory, had been four years to find information she had been looking for, and that had been right after Zhaitan, the Elder Dragon that had taken control of Orr many years ago. She had been looking for magical artifacts that had been said to be effective against the dragons, and it had taken four years before she had returned to society with the information, but she had done it.
The Durmand Priory had chosen her to go with the expedition team to the far east of the Blazeridge Mountains, to see what the rumor of the Elder Dragon was all about, maybe try to establish some kind of contact with the once who lived out there, if someone did indeed live out there. The rumor had to come from somewhere, and no traveler had claimed to be the one to have seen the Elder Dragon or to have heard the rumor first, everyone said they had heard it from someone else, but no one knew who had started it. If there was a society that far out east, it was important to try and establish a connection with them, to see if they would be willing to, if not join the rest of Tyria and it’s policies, then at least see if they would be willing to share information and have some kind of a co-operative deal with the rest of Tyria. If that was possible, everyone would gain a new ally and that would mean more forces against the Elder Dragons, should there really be a new one on the rise.
The meeting point for the members from all the Orders, was at the gate of the Black Citadel. None of the agents knew who were being send from the other Orders, since it was best to keep it as low profile as possible. The only thing that the public knew, was that they would send someone. Some people knew who the Orders would send. For example, the ones who lived close to the Durmand Priory base, they knew that Feyra Acor would be the one to be sent out with the team, but they didn’t know who would be sent out from the Whispers or the Vigil. But Feyra had now arrived at the Black Citadel, through one of the Asura portal gates, and she knew she had to watch her step around these Charrs. Even though they were allies, they were also brutes a lot of the time, and they picked a fight if they could get a chance to do so. Not because they disliked people, but because they liked to fight, and if they could fight other races, well, that would be even better. So Feyra Acor kept a low profile, or as low as she could as a Sylvari necromancer in The Black Citadel. She was also quite a looker, and her outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, at least not for her upper body. Her lower body was covered by a knee length dark green thick-leaf skirt, and she wore thick leaf shoes as well. Normally she wouldn’t wear shoes at all, but she knew that the Charrs homelands had a lot of stone roads and fields, plus there were grenade parts and mines all over the place as well, and stepping on one of those without protection could be a really painful experience, so it was better to be safe and sorry while she was in these parts.
The weather wasn’t that nice, it was dripping sligthtly, and thunder could be heard coming from not too far away. A storm could be coming but it was impossible to say just how bad it would be. Sylvari didn’t care, as they lived out in the nature and all the weather that the nature threw at them. But Feyra Acor knew that the other races who weren’t used to living in the nature, would get annoyed by it if it started to rain too much and try to delay their departure. If that happened, she might just start the expedition by herself and let them catch up with her whenever they were ready to do so, but for now, she was waiting at the big black gates, leading out of The Black Citadel. The small assistant team that should have been assembled from the Durmand Priory hadn’t shown up yet either. Besides of the members that the Orders would send, each of them would also send some assistants, and they would also hire assistants outside of the Orders, but it seemed that Feyra was the first on to arrive, so she just stood at the black gates, with her bone scythe attached on her back, and a satchel with a bit of gold and potions, flung over her head and right shoulder, and hanging down on her left side.