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[achromant]

[playvoidbunny]

GW2 Creator Week | Day 1: Dragon

the zhaitan fight is forever in my heart because its still so so cool seeing him fly past and just witnessing his design

[cathedralofeternalradiance]

GW2 Content Week: Dragons

---- Egg chamber of Tarir, 1329 AE

----- Set during Dragon Vigil.

There’s pain in her leg; left thigh, surface wound but wide. Burn on her hand where gauntlet met destroyer skin. Her shoulder screams, her ankle cries under pressure.

It doesn’t matter.

Nyra’s hands are shaky as she beholds the tiny dragon spawned from the egg she gave up Trahearne for, her. Her staff drops to the ground with a loud thud. Jory and Lazarus’ shadows still linger, but Nyra doesn’t bother looking.

It doesn’t matter.

Somehow her heartbeat’s there and there’s a dragon she carried all over Maguuma while still in egg, her destiny stolen from her, the toughest choice she’s ever had to make. The dragon’s eyes remind her of Trahearne’s, and immediately she has sap all over her hands again and the mixture is delightfully colourful, red and yellow falling on broken Caladbolg on the ground.

Aurene makes a noise and somehow, somewhere, it matters. Nyra makes a noise of her own, a half-broken, breathless sob, and her heart expands a little with each passing heartbeat. Warmth tickles down her cheeks, her skin, her chest, her heart.

“Champion?” The Luminate asks quietly.

Nyra takes a few more steps, out of breath. “The hatchling,” she manages to say, but it sounds so cut off she’s wondering how she got her lips to make sounds at all.

“The hatchling is safe, Champion,” Luminate says gently. “Thanks to you.”

“She has Trahearne’s eyes,” Nyra whispers. “His eyes..” A few more steps; leg hurts, ankle screams, shoulder hurts under the trembling of her body. Her voice is heavy with tears, joy, grief, pain, relief, love, all in one breathless sound as she repeats, “his eyes..”

Her daughter’s close, poised on a pedestal, small and blue and dragon, her jaws open as she makes little noises and Nyra doesn’t understand the onslaught in her chest squeezing and tightening and releasing, but she understands she has to reach, on her bloody hands if she has to, that one glimmer of hope that is her daughter on a pedestal.

A step away from it, her legs give out and she collapses, holding quickly on the edges of the pedestal so she doesn’t break her nose. Aurene makes a little step towards her and Nyra pulls her in a hug, crying loudly, wondering if this is what her mother felt like when she was born, if she is allowed such relief at all.

“Nyra,” Jory’s voice calls from somewhere far away, “Boss, are you okay?”

“She will be,” Caithe answers with gentle certainty, and Nyra doesn’t hear her approach over the sound of her own sobs and Dwayna’s prayers in Aurene’s ear. She feels a light hand on her ailing shoulder.

And she knows, deep in her heart, that whatever Caithe’s done, whatever Caithe ever does, she will never, ever harm Aurene. And in that feather-light touch there is a promise of that too.

And there is hope that Trahearne’s ultimate sacrifice paid off.

[commanderfloppy]

Gw2 Creator Week Day 3: Food

As I've said before, Floppy didn't have much access to technology as a young progeny, so she focused on learning other things instead. Most specifically was how to identify local plants (and later just any plant because it became a hyperfixation and she wanted to know more)

Because of that she was able to identify edible plants while wandering through the jungle in HoT and would just eat them on the spot (Because I don't have time to eat, I'm the Commander!)

She often did that when other's weren't around but was once caught doing it (depiction below)

Of course no one believed Rox or Braham when they said they saw the Commander eat a whole ass mushroom on the forest floor but...they know.

[commanders-company]

GW2 Creator Week - Dragon

From the moment that Feyn first saw the egg, she felt –

Well, to be honest, she didn’t know what to call it for a long time. She hadn’t even been the first to see it; the Zephyrites had watched over it for years, Caithe had hidden it from the first Commander, and Feyn had only come along when the two were fleeing the Mordrem deep in the jungle. She hadn’t fully understood what or how important it was at first, but from the very first touch she felt inexplicably connected to it in a way she had never felt to anything ever before.

The egg stayed in the back of her mind even after it was secured in Tarir, even after she slew Mordremoth with what would become the first members of Dragon’s Watch. She had so many questions – what exactly were they going to do once it hatched? What even was going to come out of it? An infant to be raised like a child? A fully grown dragon to be contained? Would it be good like the stories said Glint was, or destructive and evil like its grandfather?

She couldn’t even imagine what a baby dragon would be like. Sylvari, after all, emerge from the pod fully grown – as wide-eyed and naive as she had been when she was born, she already knew how to walk, talk, and everything else she needed to live in the Grove. But humans, norn, charr, and asura had to learn everything day by day. Surely someone like Feyn was impossibly underqualified to raise a child, no less a dragon.

But now, in the egg chamber, as the magical energy swirled and coalesced and the crystalline egg finally burst, a small being formed in midair, seemingly weaved into being from pure magic. Bright blue scales and wings stretched as large yellow eyes took in the world around them for the very first time.

The eyes turned to her and its face curled into a crooked smile, and Feyn was immediately struck with that feeling again, but a hundred times more powerful. Everything she felt before – all the uncertainty, fear and doubt, fell away before it – her sheer innocence. This child had unthinkable power locked away in its body, the legacy of the elder dragons at its claws. She needed guidance. She needed protection.

She needed a mother.

Feyn took a gasping breath as she realized that maybe what she was feeling was something like what she had imagined the Pale Tree felt towards her, back when they used to spend time together. All that warmth and security and love she soaked up like a flower takes in the sun, and now she wanted nothing more than to pour it all out over this child, her child in every way she could.

“Her name is Aurene.”

And Feyn knew she would do anything to keep her safe.

[commander-coppercogg]

I’m writing a little story for today’s guild wars 2 creator’s week prompt which is “Food” and I’m not gonna be able to finish it tonight but

1) I’m having fun writing! and

2) I invented two random Pact members off the cuff to be POV characters to show how wild my Commander is and now I’m kind of attached to them so….

3) Say hello so my new characters: Crusader Aquila Chainrazor and Explorer Theodric Kastel!

[achromant]

elementalists dealing with, well, elements. and their corresponding magic

Achromant is my main character

Ghlis is my dear second, here in a semi-icebrood version

Baruhn, strong third, former flame legion smoke shaman, currently working for Ash

and Firnam. my oldest character. high int low wis, of course. kind in heart, dumb in ass.

[achromant]

aside from the usual animal companion and sidekicks, Firnam got a princess shroom from Verdant Brink