Hello. My name is Anh (short for Anh-Thu, or On-2), and this is my Guild Wars 2 tumblr! I play Guild Wars 2 on the Tarnished Coast server. This tumblr will mostly consist of shenanigans, reblogs, and replies to my guildies, but sometimes I'll post my own art and writing. Representing [NeX] Nex Praeconus and [eve] Evelyn
I hate how Trahearne steals all the credits in this game??? You’re the commander and all the npcs ever talk about is trahearne like nothing you do matter
I can’t believe Galina is going to call her cub Trahearne
all about trahearne
this game doesn’t make you feel remotely special
not to mention Trahearne himself is absolutely content to take credits for your victories
look at him, that smug asshole, stealing all the credits yet again
Round number 4! Cultural norn glider design. This is the fourth concept after:
Leaf Glider (Sylvari)
Arcane Glider (Asura)
Legion Glider (Charr)
It´s based on the raven totem spirit and changes during flying to “spirit mode”. :)
“Anh do you wanna help us with chak gerent,” Herb whispered me right before I was about to call it a night.
“Kay,” I replied. I taxi’d into a map with maybe 15 minutes before spawn. There weren’t any commanders, so we all popped our tags, picked a lane, and scrounged together people in the map to join our squad.
“Why do you guys keep trying, it always fails,” somebody said in map chat.
“If we fail, we fail, but if we do nothing, then guaranteed nothing happens, so let’s try our best,” I replied.
And that’s how herb, joey, @gierr, @poogybear24 and I killed Chak Gerent for the first time.
I spent four hours that day trying to kill Chak Gerent twice with a big-name guild, staying the whole duration to do the events, set-up, using the best food/consumables, and we kept failing, not even able to reach our 2nd burn phase.
This kill was maybe 10 minutes of set-up beforehand, getting PUGs to join our squads and explaining the mechanics in our lane real fast, and using Halloween food. (Joey best Nuhoch commander tbh)
1st burn phase looked pretty dismal for all of us, all lanes hovering at about 75%, but we kept at it, caught up on the DPS once the map knew to avoid the donut AoEs, and managed to kill the damn things!
(sry for the really crappy screenshots I was rly excited)
Eight hours with tons of breaks, snacks, jokes and chats. Totally worth it, and I knew we could do it.
Thank you to @fractalfloorhugger for tanking for the first half & for sending us stuff while we were inside so we didn’t have to leave. Amazing work to everyone on the team for being adaptive and supportive of each other.
Thank you to everyone who might have happened across our stream, including Narc from DnT!
Thank you so much ArenaNet Support & GM Vagrant for making this possible ♥♥♥
to all my writers/lore buffs in the guild: The guild is usually/has only been referred to as “Nex”. If you’re worried about what to call it or what it should say on character profiles, just default to our tag (since that’s what we refer to ourselves as, too). Happy writing!
This is the AT and Arkkyn one. Will write the AT and Vale one soon too!
“things you didn’t say at all”
“Hey, Arkkyn!How’s it—” Autumn stops mid-sentence and blinks, realizing thesylvari in question is no where to be found.
Strange. Whileshe hadn’t known the sylvari for very long, from what she’dwitnessed, Arkkyn had always been firmly attached to the forge. Butnow he’s no where in sight.
She spots adark-furred charr who’s busy hammering away at some metal. “Hey,charr!” she hollers. The charr doesn’t turn around, so she walks upand taps him on the shoulder until he acknowledges her. “You seen asylvari named Arkkyn around?”
The charr narrowshis eyes. “Who?”
“Arkkyn?Sylvari, white leaves, real tall?” She stretches her hand up toillustrate the height difference. “Works as an, uh, apprenticehere, or something?”
“Oh.Greenhorn.” The way he snarls the word makes Autumn think the nameis far from a term of endearment. “We threw that weed out of hereages ago, when all of his kind started turning. Him and a bunch ofothers.”
“You what?”says Autumn, frowning. The corruption of the race has beenunpredictable and frightening. She doesn’t want to think of the kindand gentle sylvari as a freshly-turned Mordrem, a slave to thedragon. “How could you do that?”
“What would youhave had us do? Keep him around and take our chances on whether ornot he’ll try and gut us all? Yeah right, human. I won’t have any ofhis kind causing us trouble, and neither will the Citadel.”
Autumn stillfrowns but says nothing. Despite her grievances, she knows the charrhas a point. While perhaps callous and cruel, the charr’s course ofaction was probably the best thing to do. (She wonders if she wouldhave done the same thing, given the chance.)
And if Arkkynreally has turned, then there’s nothing anybody can do aboutit. Those touched by dragon corruption never, ever return.
“You can lookthrough all his junk if you want,” the charr grunts, pointing to apile of knick-knacks on a workbench. “Been too busy working to getrid of it.” He murmurs something else under his breath andpointedly returns to his hammering before Autumn can say anythingelse.
It’s mostly justscrap, used rags, odds and ends, bits of unfinished weapons. Nothingthat seems particularly important. She’s about to forget the wholething and head back home when a small bundle catches her eye.
It’s wrapped upneatly in a grease rag and some twine. For the most part, it looksrather unassuming, but it has a note with her name on it, carefullytucked under the twine.
She plucks outthe note and reads.
Miss Autumn,
I thought youmight be able to put this to some good use.
I know you’vehad… issues with your pistols before. I thought I’d try my hand atmaking a model that will jam less frequently. (Theoretically.)
If it causes youany trouble, then I’m terribly sorry.
If you’re ever inthe neighborhood, please don’t hesitate to drop by! I’ll make sure tobrew up a fresh pot of tea for the occasion.
Why not! 20. Jori and Kiri. Because Kiri can be quiet and sneaky when she wants to be.
Kirika practically skips down the hallway as she calls, “Jori! Jo-ooo-ri-iii! Boss Lady is calling for a meeting!”
(The norn has told her a thousand times not to call her “Jori,” but she can’t help herself; it’s so fun to say.)
“—anything wrong.”
That’s Jori’s voice she hears! Kirika picks up the pace, heading in the direction of her voice, but when she approaches the door with her fist raised to knock, she stops.
“—can’t tell them yet.”
The door is open just a smidge, letting out a slice of light into the otherwise dark hallway. Jori is speaking in hushed tones, like she’s afraid somebody might overhear. Kirika hesitates to call for the norn again, certain that she shouldn’t be creeping outside the door like this. Oh, but she really can’t help herself. She curls in on herself, trying to look as small as possible, and peers through the crack in the doorway.
Jori stands in the room with her back facing her. By the way she nods occasionally, Kirika takes it that she’s in the middle of a conversation.
“I’ll just tell them I got better,” says Jori with a shrug.
Kirika can’t make out a second voice, but she can hear a rustling sound, and a whistling sort of panting.
“I don’t know. Half-dead? Half-alive?” Jori gives a mirthless chuckle as she shrugs out of her vest and begins undoing the laces in her top. “Guess that makes me the halfling now.”
Kirika squints, drawing closer to the crack in the doorway to get a better look. The first thing she sees are eyes. Eyes that stare straight at her, but they’re not alive. It’s a tattoo, large and intricate, that spans her entire back. The second thing she sees interests her much more. She doesn’t mean to ogle, but she’s never seen this before. It’s not Jori’s state of undress that catches her attention so much as the scar she lightly strokes with her palm. It’s more purple than red, not so fresh but perhaps fairly recent, and it seems to bisect her torso in one long loop, with no discernable beginning or ending.
What sort of wound would a norn have to get to have a scar like that?
A pair of yellow eyes—ones that match Jori’s tattoo, but very much alive—suddenly appear before her and startle her enough to let out a squeak.
The snowy owl flaps his wings and hoots loudly before the door swings open.
“Well, well. Look what I found. A little weed growing in the cracks,” Jori says dryly with a tilt of her head.
“We’re having a guild meeting! I… I came to get you!” Kirika sputters, taking a step back from the woman who towers over her.
“C’mere,” says Jori, enveloping Kirika under one strong arm and directing her further into the room. She’s still topless, but she doesn’t seem bothered by her nudity. “I just wanna have a little chat.”
If anybody is surprised to see Kirika with a thick piece of tape over her mouth during the guild meeting, then nobody says anything about it.
Wondering if I should get a name change contract to change Jori’s name to include her last name.
Truthfully, I’ve always kinda hated using Jorindae (because Jorinda and Jorinde were taken). And most people pronounce it wrong because of it. Although I usually prefer to have single names. But both my human characters are first name-last name already so it’s not a HUGE deal, I guess.
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