Month: June 2013

I quested for a night among the snowy tops of the Shiverpeaks, a land I despise for the piercing cold.  I have places I would rather be, but I have a task at hand.

Durmond Priory has a way of poking their nose into business better left for Warriors.  I found many of their encampments dangerously close to Dredge excavations, some of them right in the middle and all of their researchers eager to ask for assistance in securing their lines.  I helped as best I  can but I left them all with the same advice: Move.  I’ve known Dredge to expand excavations aggressively and all I could think of was how many people would die all for the pursuit of ancient knowledge.

I managed to find an aged Dwarven Key what i tucked into my pack.  It’ll come in handy some day, i’m sure.

My contact in the Order of Whispers met me at Spearhaunt Bane, a welcome shelter from the biting wind and the howl of battle at Black Earth Coalmine nearby.  Orders in hand I took shelter among the ruins for the night before returning to my journey.

I woke in the morning to the sounds of battle.  The Dredge had taken offense to the camp so near their mine and were staging an offensive to capture the ruins.  Seeing little chance in fighting off a concentrated force I made my way to the Asuran waypoint and translocated out of Dredgehaunt, leaving the biting wind behind me.

I practice The Mirrored Way.  I practice The Shattered Visage.  I am Lyssa’s reflection.

I am the Shattered Mirror.

A jaunt into the Aetherblade Retreat taught me the folly of my hubris.  I had begun to see the ‘dark’ Asura as childish and obnoxious.  Their true danger had escaped me and it wasn’t until facing down specially designed golems and walls of burning light that I realized where I failed.

A lesson I hope I won’t have to learn again.

I finished my search in Mount Maelstrom, thanked my hosts as I packed up camp and departed for Dredge territory.  I detest the Shiverpeaks and their snow and somehow I keep coming back to the mountain passes and the blinding blizzards.

I ran amok with a band of fellow heroes in an Asura base, too close for comfort to Mount Maelstrom.  The mountain being known for violent outbursts and volatile gases, the base was heavily shielded with Asuran magical technology, abominations of the Eternal Alchemy according to some friends.

My path of the Shattered Mirror makes me a uniquely powerful Mesmer.  The only beast I encountered in all of the sub-aquatic base was a “Subject Alpha” who gave me a run for my money.  We triumphed and parted ways, but not before smashing about every console and routing half the bases’ defensive response.

I’m still dwelling near the Mount, hopefully my journey ends tonight.  I have a few more nooks to peer into.