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[Roleplaying Event][NA] Tyrian Accord Armor competion
The Tyrian Accord is hosting an Armor competion! (All In-Character of course!)
There will be prizes, judges, various food booths, Check out the Website post if you are interested, and hit up Cervato or Me for further details. Don’t be shy! Looking for spots for everything!!
https://www.guildwars2roleplayers.com/home/m/2737230/viewthread/32011698-na-accord-armor-competition/page/1
Zarek, It's been too long. Years, I know. I think I'm finally ready to come back. I'd love to stay with you a few days, if you'll let me. —R
Dear Arvanna,
Of course, you can come stay with me. You know that of course. My home is always open for family. Come on by.. knock hell.. you don’t even have to knock, open the door and barge on in. Everyone else seems to do it these days. I look forward to seeing you. I’ll make sure to clean the extra room up and pull things that don’t belong out. Will it be you? Or will you be having a guest over? So I know how clean I have to get the house!
-Zarek
Zarek,
Only myself. See you soon.
—R
Despite the sorry state of the world, Queensdale was exactly as Arvanna remembered. Even in winter it was almost a cheerful place, though she didn’t believe that an impartial opinion. Some of her best memories had happened in these fertile fields and pastoral townships.
The carriage rumbled across the covered bridge built over Shaemoor’s creek, the horses’ footfalls echoing against the oaken ceiling. A frigid hand reached for the window and mopped away some of the condensation. She peered at the dam (which everyone had always gossiped would break any day) and leaned to find the windmill. She was almost there.
Arvanna had to wonder why her brother was still so welcoming to her. They were blood bound, of course, but she could only faintly remember a time when she was good to him. After leaving the orphanage with her new parents it was as though she’d forgotten him entirely. Chance alone reunited them, and then she bullied him so ruthlessly he took to self-destructive habits she did not know how to handle. And, like she always did, she left him—and made a pattern of it.
So what if they were siblings? If their roles had been swapped she would have left him to his idiocy. But that was the difference between them, she supposed.
The carriage halted at the end of a lane, leaving only a small field between Arvanna and the house where Zarek was rearing his family. Staff in hand, she eased herself out of the cabin and thanked the driver with an extra coin.
The frost crunched beneath her boots as she tread the short path to his house. He’d erected some greenhouses since her last visit, and she was sure Fiatri—assuming they were still together—would give her the tour.
The letter said not to knock, but the feeling she was a stranger nagged at her. With a misty sigh, Arvanna raised her knuckles and rapped on the door.
Thunk thunk thunk thunk… sounds of some clumsy footed child would be heard from within the Stone Household. The door was yanked open rather quickly, and instead of being greeted by Zarek. Arvanna is greeted by Luke instead. The boy was growing far too quickly for his own good, sprouting like a weed amidst all this farmland.
“Aunty Ar!” He cheered clearly surprised to see her. He threw his hands up to offer a hug toward the woman, squeezing her fondly as he giggled in excitement. Soon a familiar face would trot down the stairs that the door pretty blatantly opened up to. It was Zarek this time.
“Sis, come in!” He said, taking Arvanna’s wrist to drag her into the house. He would shut the door behind her before offering his own hug as well. “It’s been a long time, how have you been?” The Man asked, his brow cocked as he drew in a deep breath, glancing over her. “You look well.” He smiled gently. Zarek released her before making his way to the kitchen. “Hungry? Thirsty?” He inquired while opening up some of the cupboards, doing his best to make sure nothing fell out. A small sack of flour did, but Zar managed to catch it.
He shut the cupboards and awaited a response, his hand pressed against the dividing wall between the staircase and the kitchen as he looked over at her. “Do you have any luggage? Do you need help with anything?” he offered.
Zarek, It's been too long. Years, I know. I think I'm finally ready to come back. I'd love to stay with you a few days, if you'll let me. —R
Dear Arvanna,
Of course, you can come stay with me. You know that of course. My home is always open for family. Come on by.. knock hell.. you don't even have to knock, open the door and barge on in. Everyone else seems to do it these days. I look forward to seeing you. I'll make sure to clean the extra room up and pull things that don't belong out. Will it be you? Or will you be having a guest over? So I know how clean I have to get the house!
-Zarek
Zarek,
I want to explain why I may as well have stayed where I was since I got back. This letter is for your eyes alone.
We both know that our lives have rarely if ever been even with one another. In the beginning you were the outcast and I was the golden child, and that started changing when we both signed on with the First. You gradually got better. I got worse. It hasn’t stopped.
I don’t write that because I’m jealous. I hope you understand that. I am really, genuinely happy for you. You’ve come further than I could have imagined and I’m proud beyond words to be your sister, if you even still consider me as such. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, and not just because I’ve never been around like I should’ve been. Should be, I guess.
Maybe you don’t care to read it, but I need someone to tell. I was glad to go, when I did. Life in the First wasn’t like I’d thought it would be, and I never knew how to reconcile with anything that happened under that banner. Things had been easy up until that point—anything I wanted I had or knew how to get, and if I did everything right I was rewarded appropriately. I had to learn as I went that it doesn’t always work out that way. Not that I never fucked up. Everyone knows I fucked up. A lot.
In some ways I’m still stuck on that, years later. That was the life I wanted. I didn’t have any sort of backup plan because I never imagined needing one. But I wasted it by being a child in a woman’s place and trying to apply beliefs that simply did not work in spite of my stubborn idealizations. So, yeah, when I knew it was over, it came as something of a relief, if only because I was too weak to live with the laundry list of poor decisions I’d made.
Then I came back. My first plan was to get away again. Nobody should come back from where I was and I had no business opening up old wounds. But again my weakness got the better of me—Valder caught wind of my return, and…our long-suffered love came to fruition. I should have turned away from that and gone back, but I couldn’t. I wanted it too much. So I told myself Kormir pulled me up for a reason, that I was back to serve some kind of divine purpose, and using that as justification I tangled my life up with Calontir’s as well.
And then you. When I started this second segment of my life I said I was going to be a better sister to you, but that hasn’t happened. I don’t need to write that. I’ve always been entirely too self-interested. I’ve rarely looked beyond the scope of my own nose. I’m sorry, Zarek. You seem like you’re doing just fine without me, though if I’ve caused you any injury, I’ll hope you can accept my apology and understand if you can’t. I guess it’s fortunate that you don’t really need me anymore. I’m glad for that. I don’t want the power to inflict more pain on you.
Things went well at first. I had stability—a family of my own, enough time for myself, and a job that wasn’t too demanding. I’ve come to realize that I was and have probably always been what kept me from being happy. I got restless. I’ve been restless since the First. I got restless and left everything, signed on with another flag, and put countries between myself and the people I love. It was wonderful to begin with. I felt like I was finally in the right place. But now I’m feeling that distance, and I don’t know how to close it anymore.
When I realized how I’ve isolated myself the feeling that maybe everyone was better off without me set in. I quit seeing and hearing from anyone I know and it reinforced that belief. Not even Tavares writes me anymore, and why should he? Rationally I know that it’s my responsibility to reach out when I’m lonely, but emotions are infamously irrational.
I live with a constant ache. It never goes away, even when I sleep. It’s so strong and it’s been with me so long that I don’t know how much more of it I can really stand. I stay drunk these days—which is really the latest summary of why I don’t come around anymore—and I’ve been looking around for something stronger than alcohol to medicate myself. That I might end up overdosed in a rented room seems like a fitting end for the parade of stupidity my life has been. I think about that too, but not that often. I won’t be surprised if it gets more frequent.
This letter will probably read like a selfish sob story. I don’t have the talent, the guile, or the energy to change that. Maybe you’ll know it for what it is.
I love you. I hope you’re well. Give my love to the family. Don’t forget.
—R
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Dear Arvanna,
I read through most of the letter. I’m not the best at reading.. so it took me a little while to get through what I did. I think I understand what you are trying to say. Now I don’t know much.. and half the time I just make the shit up as I go and put forward as much effort as I can and I find that usually gets me to where I need to be in my life. So far it’s worked pretty dang well.
I’m sorry that you are feeling lost. I want to help. Tell me how I can help. Despite what you may think about yourself. You are the best Sister I could ever ask for. You can’t argue otherwise.. since it’s my opinion that matters. You’ve been through a lot.. likely more than I have or ever will.. and you deserve to be happy. I want to help you achieve that.. however I can.
I want you to come by soon. I’ve been meaning to write, I have.. just life gets busy especially during the summer when the crops need the most tending. Little A is starting to walk and talk! It’s adorable, she’d love to see you.. as would Luke who’s far too smart for me to keep up with. The kids already doing currency math.. and reading and writing faster than I am. He’s being tutored nearly every day.. I’m afraid that damn kid is going to outsmart the entire reach and swindle their coin from them while he’s at it.
I don’t want to think about losing you again Ar, you are my family.. just as my kids are. You are as important to me as anything else is in Tyria. However I can help. I’d like to do it.. even if you want me to stack up flyers and post them around the reach detailing about how you no longer have chlamydia. In all seriousness, you are too important to get lost again.
I love you Ar, please come home,
-Zarek
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