While the Pact troops are mustering to fend off the awakened Elder Dragons and their minions, the human kingdom of Kryta faces civil unrest over a changing political landscape that threatens to throw Queen Jennah’s egalitarian government into chaos. Cast out of Kryta and running for her life, Reina Takayama embarks on a journey to discover her past of Canthan heritage and along the way, meets a band of heroes, who might coincidentally be the salvation of Tyria. Yet, a new threat emerges, creating a rift between dimensions and worlds, potentially an even greater problem than the Dragons themselves. What are the Dragons and whose side will the new forces be on?
I'm writing a story based in the Gw2 world on my character and appearances from other players on our server ;P I'm featuring friends and prominent players, leaders and guilds on Ehmry in the story, so if you're interested, let me know or I will ask you if I want to include you and ask for a name you'd like to use if your character name isn't an actual name name lol.
I'm not completely well versed in the history and gw2 storyline but i've read the gw2 novels so hopefully it's alright!

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SIDE PROJECT:
Beneath the Blade - A collection of Fight Scenes that may be part of the novel later on! Contains spoilers!
CAST / STARRING:
Me!, Lt. Nathaniel, [ARC/ASG] Liric, [FTF] Commander Dagger Hands as Sara, Gavorn Faceburner, [GH] Sortilege Sam as Flotsam Sam, [ASG/GF] Daetha, [HIRE] Vinava
more to be added
CHAPTER 1
The sky rumbled and threw a bolt of lightning, its arrow piercing the unnerving darkness.
It wasn't unusual for this time of the year, but somehow the air carried the eerie aura of death.
Her hands trembled and clutched tighter around her sword hilt. Just a little further and she could have cleared the dreadful foliage and swamp stench of Lychcroft Mere.
But of course, nothing was that easy despite her carefully maintained stealth magic. There, on all four sides were moaning, shambling figures of the Risen, undead beings of the accursed Elder Dragon, Zhaitan.
It was unknown why exactly these massive beasts arose. However, their destruction and corruption of life and land could not be ignored. Having driven an entire race of dwarves to extinction and many mighty nations losing their homelands, even long years of hatred must be set aside lest the world be destroyed.
In war, death and battle is not uncommon, but turning corpses into the enemy takes its toll on the morale of Tyria's last desperate stands.
Reina had been far too studious to understand the ways of combat but she had no choice when her own godfather exiled her from Divinity's Reach. Despite her claims to her innocence, the final death of her sister was too traumatic for the Takayama noble family ultimately bound by honor and tradition. Someone had put the entire blame on the family's death on her shoulders, being the only one still alive. Sometimes, she yearned to join her family. But hadn't her father taught her to live the fullest no matter what happens?
Lychcroft Mere was the last place she wanted to be. But yet it was the only safe area in Kryta from the Seraph, now hunting for her head. The powers in Divinity's Reach were determined to finish off her royal bloodline. Certainly, enemies of her father were in positions of authority.
The Risen kept the Seraph away, and there was a Sylvari camp establishment where her one trusted friend was. Two months ago, she received the reply by mail, that she would be protected here until they sent a messenger towards Lion's Arch.
She had to keep going.
She gritted her teeth and tried to lift her legs from the thick bog. There was absolutely no footing here for her to make a stand. She would need higher ground.
But she hadn't much time. The dark figures almost unseen in the darkness of night were too quick, born aloft by some strange speed. She had a feeling she might meet her demise here.
The first of the swarm threw themselves and all of their rotting limbs at her.
She couldn't help but squeal and stumble back, right into the arms of another Risen.
Ducking desperately beneath flailing arms, her sword blazed purple and caught the dead man behind her across the middle, throwing it back into a tree - a sickening thud.
She immediately made a beeline in that direction - it was the only opening she had left.
The man splattered across the tree was already getting to its decaying feet.
Quick, she urged herself, you can't die here. She willed her feet to move faster but suddenly something was keeping it in place. To her horror, wet tendrils had snuck up and wrapped around her ankles.
What kind of wretched trick was that! Her mind faltered to think of a spell that would save her.
This was no study room, and she had no textbooks. Nor time to recite incantations.
Oh Dwayna, save me.
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