What amuses us and other ideas
We rode, for what seemed like days, among the grassy hills of Eastern Maguuma. We searched high and low and found few of what we sought. I could already feel what was the blossoming beginning of a healthy friendship between mount and master.
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A friend of mine met me, advised me on steps to take. I ventured into Elona, a land far to the southeast from Lion’s Arch and rescued some people. They volunteered their mount, a scaly raptor, to aid me. Poor thing enjoys a good scratch and sometimes sniffs the air much like a large puppy.
We’ve made a decent dab of progress into unlocking some of the new powers out there. I’m within a few steps of embracing Chronomancy. We’ll see how it holds my attention here shortly.
Comments closedIt’s a name. I came back to Guild Wars 2. I wasn’t planning on it ever again but then the universe catches you sometimes and reminds you ad naseum until you relent. I got an email about new content. A friend went to join some raid group and play. And then another friend was trying it out. And then my dad was asking if I was going to do the holiday content.
Fine fine. I’ll come back and play. But I’m not feeling my old Mesmer Vestolo. No, I’ve become something of an adventurer in character design. I lean towards aliens in space games and extravagant ones in fantasy.
So this is Daguethi, named after two days of pouring over lists of Celtic, Welsh and old Arthurian naming lists. See, Daguethi is Sylvari, a race of plant people who’s lore is in line with Arthurian legend in places.
And since I prefer aliens I’m making him my main for the time being. Buying him perks like extra bag space, a costume since all the normal armor just doesn’t look good on him. I’m still dialing in the color on the clothes, but this is Fashion Wars so I’m liable to be on this piece for a while. Meanwhile I have a plethora of old and new quests to redo so I’ll be busy at that for a while. My pre-2018 resolution is to find a game with a good community behind it and settle in for a while. Actually play for more than my typical two weeks.
You’ll see more posts on Daguethi and my adventures moving forward. I’m spicing up the blog with a dash of my creative storytelling I post on Tumblr. Speaking of which, you’ll find a link at the bottom for my Tumblr if that’s your thing.
http://egoprovince.tumblr.com/
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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.
Comments closedI practice The Mirrored Way. I practice The Shattered Visage. I am Lyssa’s reflection.
I am the Shattered Mirror.
Comments closedA 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.
Comments closedI 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.
Comments closedI’ll never know how he found his way into my possessions. Half a rusted lantern and a tatter of penant were all there was and yet the ghostly spirit hounded me.
I noted to make time to try and communicate with it someday, should it prove to be a manifestation of spiritual energy and not a hallucinatory emanation from the Mad King.
Cohorts within the Bubblegum Brigade coerced me to join them in assaulting the Mad King’s private sanctum. I assured them it was a bad idea, that nothing good could come of this and yet they insisted. I won’t say I regretted the choice though I won’t admit I enjoyed it either.
Comments closedI stopped in Vanjir’s Stead briefly, having just come East from Demon’s Maw. Provisions were high on my list and as I prepared to trek North, back above the treeline, I chatted briefly with the few Norn dwelling there.
Seemed Ice Wurms were causing some trouble at the edge of their stead and they were paying well for people to see about dissuading the abnormally active beasts. A task I assured them I’d look into as I headed North. I was searching the edge of Dredgehaunt for anything of note as necessitated by my membership with the Oder of Whispers.
How I let them dispatch me to the mountains again I’ll never know.
Comments closedI’ve seen Skritt in many places.
I’m no Durmand Priory researcher so I keep my ramblings to a minimum. But I’ve begun to think they followed the Asura. Anywhere I find Asura I’ve also found Skritt. The number of them vary but the presence is unmistakable.
What confuses me is the varied nature of their hostility. Some are cutthroat merchants. Most are aggressively territorial.
I wasn’t terribly surprised then as I crossed the Rootangles and neared Ruins of the Unseen. The area was rife with Skritt activity as they swarmed out of their burrows and attacked anyone within sight.
When it was done, I was told by a nearby Asura that this happens often as a side effect of his research. I didn’t inquire on his research, Asuran theology is heavily mixed into their academic teachings and I wasn’t in the mood for another debate on The Eternal Alchemy.
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