Anon then corrected with:
Anon rips of his own shirt. not Zznaf’s. That would be weird.*
((You know… I haven’t actually tried the water...
Okay. So the mesmer key farmer was truly a bad decision.
Favorite keyfarming name of the night : Old Keyzer.
So because I am incapable of being happy with my characters I’ve rerolled a couple of them and renamed one.
I will update the line ups for thieves and necromancers accordingly, if not repost them entirely.
I just can’t do that once they’re 80, but I have a mesmer I would dearly love to reroll. Have fun with your new shines!
Root-brained idiot! Stupid daughter of a stump! She was too fast for me. They both were. First the addled little mouse, then that leaf-topped lummox after. Curse them both! And curse that contraption that has caused so many of Tyria’s woes. We should have destroyed it as soon as we found it, like Braham suggested.
…now Laurel’s life hangs by a thread, at my hand. The box stole her mind, and she gave me no choice. She knew I always win in our sparring, but she did not care. She lashed out like a mindless beast and I struck her down. The asura fusses over her now, tending her like a flickering candle. She had best not wink out.
This is not the legend I would have chosen.
Ah Laurel, my girl, what have you gotten yourself into this time? Don’t think you’re off the hook so easily. You’re far too valuable, have too many mysteries yet to be unraveled. Even now I’m discovering so much about the arcanic weavings of consciousness, but it’s not enough. I’m forced to pin my hopes on the Pale Tree. She knows many things she doesn’t share, and this, perhaps, will tease some of them out.
Hang in there, you silly leaf. I’ve wrapped you as tightly as I can in Ravenna’s magic, but the field matrix that has affixed itself to you is still there, waiting, locked into place. It will settle into your being if given a chance, and then there will be no removing it. Yet try as I might, I can’t budge it. All I can do is blunt its tether, shield you thinly while we race you back to your people.
They will know what to do. They must, because for once, I don’t.