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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
Levalimar, before the Cult of Vexira, was spread in the city and overtake it. A chorus of boisterous cheers rang out, reaching her ears as she stepped forward, past the curtains, and onto the small stage. The smell of rum, ale, mead, and other brews mixed with the smoke and fires of the kitchen further in the back. She looked down from her current position and smiled, with a small and irresistible smile. It was always as such on nights she danced. She loved it, no she bathe in it. The stage was well lit, thanks to a combination of mecharies ingenuity and well-placed coin. The light shone upon her brilliantly, illuminating her sun-tanned skin, and giving her an ethereal, almost mesmerizing glow. Her hair, long flowing silver, sparkled as if the mecharies had mined it from the very mountains they dwelled in. And, the pure white, silk blindfold she had across her eyes, seemingly glowed as if they face their natural glowing orbs. The loose sleeves of her silk-sheer dress seemed to sw
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
A group of scout mechari entered the necropolis while the warriors of Stormhaven Port cleared up the territory from any invasion. Ogmore Dunheim has collected the best of the best scout of mecharies in Stormhaven Port and tasked them to open a portal in one of the basecamps built inside the necropolis by the former expedition teams before the outbreak. 12 Brave mecharies to do just a simple task, or so... as Ogmore said to them.But when the expedition team entered the outer area of the necropolis, they were stupefied since the necropolis is no longer the same. It has transformed greatly and the dangers inside have been elevated sharply to an extreme level.It can be easily counted as a new world itself.As they walked into the unknown, fear started creeping closer to their neck, trying to hold a grip harder somehow…After several hours, they walked up a path on the side of a mountain, slowly and steadily… but the uneasiness was not running away…"boom..." The huge boulder suddenl
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
"We must go up to the village," a large green dragonkin announced. His scales shined brightly with health as the leader of the flock spoke clearly. "There is a monster invading the village and we must protect our territory before another one comes and claims it.""But, Morian, what about the inhabitants?" a smaller red one asked. Her voice trembled a little. "Won't they think we're attacking the village too?" The green leader heaved a sigh."That's something we'll just have to risk, Bethesha. Remember, we came to this world to find companions for some of our brethren... because our world is dying...""Beggars can't be choosers, right?~ Bethesha sighed. Morian just clenched his fist and turn away...He raised his head and spread his wings, letting out a battle cry. "To the village!" he shouted. The other males joined in, with some of the females roaring softer. One purple dragonkin in particular looked up at his red, worried mother."Let me fight, mom!" he said enthusiastically. His mo
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
Three full days after the travel that was Expedition Day, Liam Hennessy, an Exeter Combatants was once again sitting up on the side of the supplies depot. It was almost noon, though you wouldn't think it after looking at the sky in the necropolis. It always seemed to be the same dreary, somber weather, the perfect mood for the place where hundreds of men were killed and wounded.Liam leaned back further into the firm ground that was supporting him. He rested his head against the embankment and stared up at the moody sky, a few locks of mahogany hair falling into his eyes, finally free from the confines of the heavy, metal helmet, which now rested on the ground beside him.The sounds of screaming men and whizzing magics still rang clear in the ears of the young Soldier, mixing with the continuous roar of the monsters far away in the d