On the green grass, Klauss put his body to rest as his chest was heaving up and down… ‘Actually, what happened before? Why did when I spawned, that giant monster is chasing us like a madman like that? it gives me goosebumps up close…’ Klauss speaks as he draws his breath. ‘How the fuck did we know… when we are sleeping, it came neared and wakes me up... I wake up dad and as we hide, that creature is insanely strong… that is the reason why we are running in the first place… How strong actually? It is the guardian of the forest, and the highest level of mobs we encounter is around level 25, so it means that satyr is at level 35… Aiden explained… No, the level is 34, I checked it… but the main trouble is not the level… it’s the skill, that territorial rain sucks up our stamina slowly without prior knowledge, you just gonna die due to exhaustion fighting that satyr, because mostly forest guardians have insane regeneration ability… Yep, that is true… unless our DPS can outweigh the
"I heard that a hunter with a child appeared in Atombe village, a noble Sylvari and his daughter. That was a huge asset." The news began to spread in Akheron, and the more it spread, the more it began to exaggerate…There are mercenary organizations in Akheron City. These organizations are usually regular mercenaries, but sometimes they also make guest appearances to the thief regiment to do some cost-effective business. These mercenary regiments also receive this news, but most of the mercenaries, when the soldier heard about the hunter, dismissed his thoughts. Some were unable to compete with the hunter, and some were afraid to attack the aristocratic convoy, but there were always some daring guys who did nothing except attacking the aristocracy with gold coins."Sir, a hunter with a sylvari and a little wolf, and a lot of belongings appeared in Atombe Village." Senior Hummel, the boss of the mad wolves mercenary regiment in Atombe Village, received the news."A sylvari is worth te
“Brother, it’s cold….”Sit here, closer to me, Anna. Hector and Silas can sit together…“Orym, I am hungry….”“Me too, Diana. But don’t say it out loud… let’s just fill our stomachs with water for tonight, tomorrow I will try to find something to eat…. please, don’t say you are hungry in front of others, I didn’t want them to hear about it…”“How about we try to search each house again tomorrow, maybe we can still find some food around…”“We will do that tomorrow Diana, Right now… let's hold on for the night… ““Orym, how many days since our parents have been taken by those mecharies and draugr?”“It's been one cycle and a half-moon.“Should we keep the others here?”It’s okay… we can manage something later…”“I believe you Orym… without you, we might already be dead…”Don’t say bad omen, Diana? I didn’t want Anna, Hector, or Silas to know about bad things…“Come closer to me Diana, let me feel your body…“Okay, Orym… let me hug you and sleep…Another hour passed and the morning came…
You three are Survivors… without you three, I believe more people will die…Now, Orym! I want to tell you something… it is true that your ancestor is a high ranked sylvari… if the story is like this..“your ancestor is a high ranked sylvari and a respected one, every sylvari wanted to be like your ancestor, because he is handsome, wealthy and sociable, but one day he fell into a vortex and never be seen again, thus since then your ancestor lineage decline right? if you don't, how can you be a halfling… Aiden tried to make a story to connect…‘No, you are wrong, my dad and mother fell in love because my dad loves to sing… thus they get into marriage, it was a big trouble for my dad at first but my mom decided to leave the sylvari village to be with my dad, but yeah, my mother said that the ancestor was sucked into a vortex that appears out of nowhere…“Well… that explains…Aiden then unequips his armor and opens his clothes… a big crescent birthmark is visibly seen in his heart.“Are
While they are roasting the rabbit, fowl and the boar, Orym wakes up and realizes he is in a bed, totally hungry… but his mind is clear… he cried for the last time of the day…What kind of magic is that? I can meet all of my ancestors and even my mother told me about him… I met my grandmother too… but above that… is he truly the third generation of House of Dawnwhisper? it means… he is my ancestor lineage… the best hunter of sylvari… even the nobles of sylvari and the seven leaders trust him wholly… but that also means, he is the only true family of the direct lineage that i had left…Orym spent some time crying in the bed, letting out his pent up emotions and longing for his family…
Little Aera held the scrolls gently to not rip them. She was still astonished at receiving such a wonderful gift. She still didn’t know how to use them though so she decided that she wanted to head back to town and it was no better of a time to learn how to use one than now. She picked out a return to the Sentrish Fort town scroll and looked at it. She thought about how it would work. She thought to himself about how she would like to be back in town with no troubles for the rest of the morning. All of a sudden there was a whoosh and she appeared in the town near the four men he had met earlier. She was flabbergasted to have instantly appeared back in town. It took her a few moments before he could collect her bearings and take a seat on the grass. After such a long day, she started to get hungry; she peered around town looking for a place to eat her lunch. She could hear a vendor yelling that he had bows, knives, swords, armor, potions, and food for sale. She grabbed her things i
The giant sails of the windmills slowly turn. Tepid water reflects the haze of spring sun. Gleeside leisurely bathes in the sunlight as the wind refuses to leave its hideout. Even the birds keep the chirping to themselves…. Everything seems so exhausting. This scenery can be mistaken for a painting as it is hard to detect anything that is not staying still. The only thing denied of this silence is the humming of one poor bard. He stands there; at the broken fence of Minty farm , declined like its drunken master. Minty farm is just right at the short end of the main road from Erenhadi town to this village. Some said the bard had been in this village for ten years , some said twenty years ,or even hundreds of years. He just stays there ,seems like waiting for someone or something but his sight never strayed far from the road that stretches far over the horizon. “ Just like the usual days, he only looked at his feet, '' said one of the Minty locals ; Elora, daughter of the Minty
The horizon was glowing in orange-red when the sun came out. The pale green skin of the Draugr was reflecting the bloody killing that they had gone through before dawn.At the moment, the Draugr were cleaning up the battlefield from the corpses of the enemy soldiers that had defended themselves for the whole night.The enemy soldiers launched a desperate attack and made every effort but unfortunately for them, they had met Hadar.First of all, they weren’t aware of the Charge Impact skill of Hadar, which could even ram their defensive knight's position and turned them flying into disarray and scattered around in drowsiness.They were aware that the eyes of the draugr were better at night, lower than sylv