Twelve years ago... Maria's retirement was coming to an end. She had been brought to Hildenburg Temple wounded and unconscious, and she had stayed to find answers. She was greeted with respect but circumspection. Alanis had even feared that he would not be wanted. It had been necessary for the Great Mother of the Temple to intervene. The other priests did not appreciate his presence and the impact that Maria's reputation would surely have on that of the temple. Wasn't he the one who preached the recognition of Allyse as the mother goddess of all Sylvari? She had asked to be locked in her retirement cell when she woke up. A room she occupied whenever she needed to be alone, cut off from the world. It was a room of Spartan comfort equipped with a bed of straw and linen and a simple coffee table, on which Maria could take her meals, burn her candles, and pray. She spent her days there in prayer or meditation and her nights, populated by visions, enjoying a very relative rest. Alanis

Aila and Sindelle had met in Levalimar in the winter, with a harsh windstorm blowing in from the sea. Aila was walking briskly through the mage quarter, huddled around herself as she made her way to her small lodgings. She needed a small reprieve from the cold for a bit, so she ducked into the nearest store. To this day she couldn't remember the name of the place, only recalling that it was a tailor's store. The owner looked at her with a bit of worry before she waved him off and gestured to the cold outside, to which he nodded and went back to his work. After taking in a few breaths, she felt her body tingle and warm slowly, when another person came through the door. It was a sylvari, a female, one of the newcomers from Erenhadi to join as a citizen of Levalimar. She was wearing a thick furred coat over much of her body, though her hooves were what gave her away. She walked right up to the owner of the tailor store. "Pardon me, sir. You wouldn't happen to know if there were any room

The world of Sylgarth originally was a peaceful land, as many different fountains continued to lash water above as if it were hundreds of water fountains, along with merchants such as the Scott Lantern the Wandering Wizard selling all sorts of goods, including weapons for those who would keep the troublemakers out. It all just felt too good to be true for those who lived there, as their curiosity continued puzzling over one simple question. What sparked the creation of such a perfect land, and those who sustained a living there? In actuality the origins of the peaceful Sylgarth were many times darker than what people would like to interpret, before Sylgarth even existed, there was just one single lone entity running the entirety of the known world, it divided itself and created the world as most people know in Sylgarth. And the God who was responsible for creation at first was Ivhir and during her reign, she was most respected, and at first, she created a humongous castle for herself

Aiden is sitting on Stormhaven throne with Alfred and his clan members on his side...While in front of him, the high council of Stormhaven Port is explaining about the raid to Necropolis of Sacrifice. The Necropolis is the nearest to Stormhaven Port. And since the army was already strong enough to control the necropolis, the high council proposed to Aiden about the distribution of seal stones which can be acquired from defeating the monsters inside. So, Lord Aiden, I presumed that a person as strong as you don't need to use the seal stones to acquire the power to strengthen yourself, right? I mean, even if the seal stones can be used in many ways, their power itself is very limited. Sir Ashton Kutcher, one of the nobles leading the city speak on behalf of the other nobles. His voice is shaky, and the trembling in his voice can be easily noticed. Aiden instantly understands that he's being forced to be their spokesman, not that he's willing t

“What is that….” “Run…” A group of scouts is standing in fright as they faced the terror of their life. A normal demon spawn is nothing compared to the one standing in front of them… As they turn their bodies to run… time seems to stop as they realized they could see their bodies running away in fright but without their head… Seven bodies of adventurer… running in line… headless… the last thing they hear as the world turns dark is the heavy steps of iron boots… “protect…… the… portal” “proootec… Des…..mo..n….” the long and eerie voice came from the thing that annihilates the scout… and the echoing footsteps continues their steps… —--------------- Klauss, so you mean that the first time you meet with Lord Aiden and Lady Rena is at that mystical Whimsical Woods? Stefan talks with Klauss with great interest as both of them take a rest in the necropolis after defeating a mob of lilims. Inside the necropolis, not just demon spawn that roams around but also lilims occupied sev