#arwn

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Me @ me: Look. You have to actually talk about your characters for people to get to know them. We’ve been over this-

Also me: Hee hee meme tiem

[agardenoflights]

so I decided to dress Arwn in the Ace Flag for Pride month. Because she and I are both in the aspec! 

it looks so much better in game-

[ironinsanity]

And now for the honest screen shots.

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[tricksterpale]

Me @ myself: In order for people to get to know your characters you have actually talk about them Also me: Hee hee meme tiem

[agardenoflights]

Mist Warden Title? Check Mist energy Sword? Check Mist Armor? Check

Arwn is officially Decked out in all Mists Gear. 

Bonus Mini Shade; His name is Beag

[agardenoflights]

The Thirdborn Arwn

It was quiet; a field filled with a heavy mist. The mist and all sorts of people; Charr, Asura, Human- even Norn and other races she couldn’t quite make out all the features on.

These people were huddled in little groups, twos or threes here and there while others were in larger clans or on their own completely.

They were all waiting; waiting for something. Or perhaps it was someone?

Looking around the dreamer found herself walking forward, walking in the direction everyone seemed to be watching. It called, beckoned for her to approach. To reach out her hand and pull.

So she did. She reached out, grasping until she felt a tug on her hand. She steadied herself, feet shifting beneath her as she gripped whatever was before her with both hands and pulled.

It was a fight, a tug-of-war against some invisible mass. It felt so much larger, but she couldn’t see it through the mists that now threatened to swallow her whole.

Something else wanted whatever it was she pulled on.  

With a grumble she planted her feet again; heels digging into the ground as she put all of her weight into the fight. She wouldn’t give up!

It gave way. Like a dam opening to a flood.

She fell back into the grass; left watching in awe as magic swept away the mists surrounding her and everyone else in the field.

Light started poking through clouds in little streams until one after another, spirits started walking towards the people. Past the dreamer and towards their loved ones.

some soft melodic voice chimed in her ear

She had?

Pride and a sense of being complete filled the dreamer’s chest as she watched on in happiness. There was so much joy and celebration before her. It was beautiful.

She sat and watched for awhile, content in the glow of celebration. But before long another tug pulled at her; calling for her to come and join the waking world. To come and chase this dream, to claim it for herself.  

So she stood, humming along to some unknown melody as she walked.  

Soft voices filled the air around her. Mutterings of curiosity and excitement with words that didn’t quite find their way to her ears.

a voice different from the rest reached her, their words clear as day as they lead her towards a light.

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“There she is!”

“Oh! Someone go get Niamh, she’ll be excited to hear about a noonbloom!”

“Hush now you lot, you’ll overwhelm her”

A hand reached out to her, drawing her eyes from it up to the gentle face that accompanied it

“You’re the first Thirdborn to awaken and we’re all very happy to meet you. Can you tell us your name?”

“My name?” She placed her hand in his, letting him help her to her feet

“My name is Arwn.”

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IT’S MINE. and I love it so much and Arwn would 1000% talk to her new friend