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[Techni Color]

love the read so far! one thing i might add to the culture: an asuran would commonly call a human, a bookah.

[Janus Bloodrunner]

Did someone say sambuca?

[Mephala]

I am all for more Guild Wars 2 fan fiction. I might contribute myself if I find an interesting topic. Used to writer Elder Scrolls fan fiction a while back before my life was destroyed by online games.

Keep writing!

[Reina Takayama]

CHAPTER 6

They eventually reached the outskirts of Lion's Arch and as such the busy streets full of merchants and pickpockets grew quiet as shops faded into bars and other hide outs tucked away in upside down makeshift ship-buildings and sketchy island caves. Sea water lapped and pooled up in odd places between cliffs and on the ground that became sandier and sandier.

Soon they reached the beach. The golden sprawling surface glistened with a million fragments, all reflecting the hot rays of the noon sun. Summer in Lion's Arch was always sweltering, as ranges of Lornar's Pass and the Shiverpeaks framed the east and the Kessex Peaks of the west kept the area at the bottom of a valley. Lion's Arch was also a recess, a tiny bay wedged in the corner of the Sea of Sorrows, its own climate self-contained. Even so, the seafaring folk of Lion's Arch were always at work, fishing and trading, the largest harbor port of Tyria.

The asuran and his golem didn't hesitate in their pace, heading past the seaside cafe and taverns, straight for the docks. There were several large ships moored already, each boasted their unique emblems on sails and sides. Usually these emblems were recognizable but to the warrior trudging behind the mad scientist one was peculiar. Never had she seen it before.

Marked with crossed scimitars and a symbol of a wolf's howling head, the crest was silver blue, and it hung faint and weathered on a deep ultramarine sail. She wasn't inexperienced with ships. Having worked as a mercenary for a good number of years, she had traversed most of Tyria embarking on very particular contracts, most of which had been dangerous, but perhaps wondrous she could admit. The emblem was not one she recognized from her wide travels.

"Ahoy!" Called a rumbling hearty voice from that very ship.

The asuran's ears seemed to perk up and his small frame leapt up in excitement.

Even the golem's footsteps grew faster.

"Professor, it is great to see you again!"

"Yes, yes, indeed. How have you fared?" The asuran's voice seemed to be soft now, devoid of his previous cocky banter.

"By the Wolf, better than ever!" The mighty norn stood a good five feet taller than the human mercenary and his voice echoed like some booming mythical god.

"So I trust you have acquired what I requested?"

The norn grinned widely. "Of course, son!" He extended his arms and beckoned onto the deck of the ship.

The asuran nodded curtly and followed him on board with the human warrior in tow.

Aboard the ship, the warrior noticed how the scale of the construction was substantially larger than any standard ship she had sailed on. It was unmistakably a ship made by the great norn, expert carvers of wood and stone. They didn't need to duck under a doorway leading into the belly of the ship.

The sun immediately disappeared and the air became musky and damp. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the dark interiors and she made out countless shapes of containers and bags full of who knows what.

She noticed the norn eyeing her as if sizing her up.

"So you've got a new lad with ya eh Professor?"

"Ah.." The asuran squinted his eyes with disapproval as if showing his dismay at bringing the warrior along. "I needed some protection of course. Besides, what is a great genius and expeditionary scientist without a bodyguard?"

The warrior snorted in mock disgust. "Liric. Liric Whitecloak. Pleasure to meet you, norn."

The norn chuckled heartily. "That's more like it! Let's get friendly!" His eyes twinkled. "I am the Captain of the Clawbreaker, Jorrik the Frostfist Champion-slayer, Wolfborn Son of Svanir! Behold, I have felled great beasts by my bare hands, and tell mighty tales of war by the bonfire, surely you must have heard of my name, human!"

Liric stared at him blankly trying to take him seriously. She always wondered if having all those titles and affliations were necessary. Surely it must be better to remain unknown and independent. It was the only way she knew. The only way she swore by.




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[Chokladkakan]

Reina Takayama, on 03 December 2012 - 01:06 AM, said:

Summer in Lion's Arch was always sweltering, as ranges of Lornar's Pass and the Shiverpeaks framed the west and the Kessex Peaks of the east kept the area at the bottom of a valley.

I feel as though your bearings are off. Either that or I have been making incorrect assumptions regarding the magnetic field of Tyria (which is wholly possible).

[Reina Takayama]

Chokladkakan, on 03 December 2012 - 06:50 AM, said:

I feel as though your bearings are off. Either that or I have been making incorrect assumptions regarding the magnetic field of Tyria (which is wholly possible).

[Chokladkakan]

Allow me to demonstrate why I made my comment with a map of Tyria overlaid with a compass rose:



So, unless the cardinal directions of Tyria are different, Kessex Hills would be to the west of Lion's Arch.

[Lani]

but if you flip the map upside down...reina is correct!

[Chokladkakan]

Not really; the rose would flip with the map. If you reverse the poles of the planet, however...

[Reina Takayama]

Chokladkakan, on 03 December 2012 - 09:48 AM, said:

Allow me to demonstrate why I made my comment with a map of Tyria overlaid with a compass rose:



So, unless the cardinal directions of Tyria are different, Kessex Hills would be to the west of Lion's Arch.

OHHHH u were talking about directions! I thought you were talking about my bearings (understanding) for Lion's Arch's location haha its a mistake on my part, fixed now

[Chokladkakan]

Quite so. In hindsight I apologise for using such a homonymous word.

[Liric]

Point is, MOAR.

[Apticus]

Pedantic dukes in this thread

[Liric]

y u no make story

[Rebecca Brack]

Will you ever fart in this fan fic?

[Reina Takayama]

Liric Whitecloak, on 11 December 2012 - 12:20 PM, said:

y u no make story

Rebecca Brack, on 11 December 2012 - 01:09 PM, said:

Will you ever fart in this fan fic?

haha thanks for all the interest people! i need encouragement bc i tend to start things and never finish xDDD i rly need to write more!! feel free to chat me in game and talk with me about suggestions for the story or if u want to be part of it and what kind of character/background u would see urself as etc, obviously not everyone can be a main character with a focal pov

[Reina Takayama]

CHAPTER 7

She couldn't catch a glimpse of it. The massive norn had his back to her, hunched over a large crate, obscuring her view. The asuran on the other hand, made sure the emotionless golem station partially behind the norn, becoming a second wall.

Of course, surely, it was none of her business. Her duty was to prevent the Professor from being killed - his personal bodyguard. Once she was done, she could walk away and never see him again. Yet, her self-righteousness was slowly gaining a foothold. If this was something illegal, she would refuse to be any part of it.

The Professor coughed and spun around, dusting his hands off approvingly.

"Precisely what I needed."

The norn's face swelled into a broad grin.

"Make sure to keep it out of the sun and the magic should hold."

"Yes, yes, certainly though my stature may be small, Norn, my intellect surpasses such mere common sense."

The norn didn't stop smiling.

"If it is disenchanted, I am told it will melt in three days and hatch in seven."

The Professor coughed again and flashed a look pointedly at Liric.

She stared back, bemused and decided to take her leave, ascending into sunlight again on to the deck.

Hatch?


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There was obvious concern written all over his face that she couldn't ignore. Ever since he decided to lend his hand to help a helpless maiden so to speak, she felt even more helpless with his attention.

"I'm alright, Lieutenant." She said, a little irritated.

He straightened and pulled away stiffly but she could only stay hunched over, hands on her knees. She felt her stomach churn and a wave of nausea swept over her.

The sun was taking its toil. She was sweating like she had never before until fatigue turned into sickness.

They had been running, almost stumbling for her, for hours without break. But morning had broken and the Krytan summer was not something to be trifled with. 

"We can take a break." Nathaniel kept his voice gentle as if he was trying to avoid waking a sleeping child. "You need water and food. There is a small hamlet to the south."

She was about to protest but she glanced at her empty waterskin and thought better of it. She knew it wouldn't get her very far even if she tried to tough out the next stretch.

But she must have looked wary because he continued, "It is unknown to most of the surrounding area, and beyond the Seraph guard patrol routes."

She had no will to argue and simply nodded, staggering to her feet.

She didn't fully trust his words, how could the Seraph not have eyes all over Kryta? 

She decided she could only hope her hood and cloak would keep her hidden from the Seraph watch.





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[Alethea Snow]

Noooo Chapter 7 is so short!!!! MOAR MOAR MOAR I want to be in the story!!!! Make me a semi-bad person :3 :3 I guess you're writing this when your parents are breathing down your neck LMAO

[Reina Takayama]

Alethea Snow, on 11 December 2012 - 10:01 PM, said:

Noooo Chapter 7 is so short!!!! MOAR MOAR MOAR I want to be in the story!!!! Make me a semi-bad person :3 :3 I guess you're writing this when your parents are breathing down your neck LMAO

ITS IN PROGRESS ill update it with more XD i write a section at a time

[Professor Tekks]

Hmm, yes.  Good story, indeed!

I can't help but suggest that perhaps the nameless professor should acquire a name... *cough*