#path of flame

[amorilo]

All I want is for mesmers to wield main hand pistol like their phantasms. Just please.

[ependadrawsguildwars2]

Thinking up concepts for when PoF hit, Toska is going to destroy her fancy commander armor so fast.

Being a norn in super hot weather, she decides shes gonna need a trim to avoid baking in her wild mane.

[lycan-born]

Story Time 2

The Path of Flame is a long path, the start of which is lined with these huge boulders. There are Andrastian statues of some kind, two men with braziers in their outstretched hand as they kneel. Further along is what remains of a ring, from an old Elvhen Colosseum. The arches on it are gorgeous.  

I remember once, when I was a teenager, I was so stupid. My mother and I had been arguing, funny I can’t remember what about. Usually, the two of us would camp together. My cloak would be the tarp, and hers would be a blanket. But, I didn’t want to be anywhere near her that night.

So I climbed up to the next platform above my mothers arch, and made my own small camp. I started a small fire after gathering a decent pile of sticks and a few logs, skewered a nug, it seemed as though I was doing just fine. But, the air above me was open, whereas my mother had several feet of covered space. The evening air was clear, not a cloud in sight. That night, however, did not have such clear skies. 

A fast moving storm ravaged the area and for a solid few hours, I lay in the ice cold rain, because I was too stubborn to ask to lay with my mother. 

The next morning, and for several weeks after, I was a sneezing and runny-nosed mess.

Safe to say, I never let my stubbornness keep me from my mothers camp ever again.