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~Just finished crafting Incinerator~

Only being able to play GW2 once a week is TORTURE.

Always be loyal to your krew. Unless they betray you. If so, Sell their work to the inquest and burn the evidence.

#FREETHELOG2015 JUSTICE NEEDS TO BE SERVED #FREETHELOG2015

Going AWOL from GW2 for a while :P

What are you so scared of?

"Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control of what you do have power over instead of craving control over what you don’t." - Steve Maraboli

Looking to start playing WvW as me lvl 80 Ele but not sure where to start

Mortar damage, I miss u already :(

rip

The owl drifted back to his Charr sister. Quietly Charms walked forward to Sibyn, taking in the area with full senses. "There are no Souls here. How can none be lost here? They were refugee Sylvari, this is an unknown land, not a place even connected to your Pale Tree. Where did they go?" Siybn pressed her fingers to her head, nearly fainting as she abruptly sat on the jagged ground.

Shadecaller switched her tail, then crouched to stalk forward through the chaotic shadows. "Your white fur stands out, you know," came a voice from the wreckage. One of the dark blobs shifted from above a smoking conduit facing. Sibyn smiled at Charms. "There's mostly dead here. Only Seith can find anyone who isn't." The owl ghosted in swift drafts around the fallen carrier.

All the shadows were red, dark, so strange in this jungle. Shadecaller moved slowly toward where Seith was signaling a wreckage. Her owl, Seith, was both certain and unsure, a dizzying conflict in emotion that made Shadecaller stop to focus her empathic sense. The owl was not like this. Best of all raptors, the owl is known as the cat with wings. Any sense of uncertainty meant disease, possibly an corrupted change in someone who had been alive. Shadecaller switched her tail, then crouched to...

My muse (a nutty salamander) is giving me inspiration "After all the lives before, Sibyn stopped going with the natural order of all things. Turning towards the failing world, she chose to fight the end. Not just a puppet anymore, the black skinned luminous life that was Sibyn practiced strength. A warrior to open the paths for others in the conflict of Chaos. defn: "ˈlo͞omənəs full of or shedding light; bright or shining, especially in the dark.

I want to play Revenant. NOW