I was a noble, a fancy Memser, and a vision in pink and purple. I was
the most flamboyant man in Tyria – really, a Mesmer in pink/purple
armor, you think you can top that? – and I was gorgeous. I slicked my
hair back as I admired my reflection in the mirror. No, I wasn’t going
to go all cray cray and ask the mirror who the fairest of them all was
because I knew in my heart that it was me. Period.
Though I was
born to riches and a silver spoon – literally – in my mouth, I knew I
didn’t want to become one of those fat, jolly men who bathed in gold and
didn’t give a tinker’s toot to the plight of the less fortunate. Yeah
sure, we were rich now and could afford all kinds of luxurious fabrics
and exotic meat from the land of Tyria but we should never ever tempt
Fate because the cosmic universe just loves to throw you a curveball
when you least expect it. And what that happens, all you horrible human
beings who’ve never known hardship will be thrown out on your asses and
starve to death.
And seriously, dolyak meat? Really? What the hell is wrong with you people?
I
know what it’s like to be abandoned. I came out to my parents –
seriously, how could they not have known? – and I was prepared d3 gold buy
for their question: How fast can you get the hell out of my house? I
should have guessed; it was the medieval times. No one was prepared for
such a revolution but I knew that one day… one day, these people will
recognise me for who I am. Not a fabulous gay man with the best fashion
sense in Divinity’s Reach and Kryta, but a hero. A legend. A God walking
amongst mere mortals.
I used to sit by this fountain and wonder when my time will come.
Finally
tearing myself away from the mesmerising person in the mirror, I walked
out of the house. As I traveled the streets of Divinity’s Reach, people
walked past me in hushed tones, occasionally staring at me before
hurrying away.
Whatever… The news of me being gay was so 250 years
ago. And don’t be oh so surprised; what did you expect when I decided
to pick the elegant and flamboyant magical arts of the Mesmer? What, did
you think I picked it just because I could cast clones and illusions?
THERE WAS PINK BUTTERFLIES. GET A CLUE.
Back to my zen self… I
decided to travel out to Shaemoor today because I wanted to get some
fresh air. Divinity’s Reach can be quite stifling, especially when d3 gold eu
you’re invited to pretentious parties by people with more money than
they know what to do with. Fake people with their fake laughs, haughty
attitudes and the ignorant belief that they’re above everyone else.
"He's gay. He's not gay. He's gay. He's not gay..." Oh get a rose and shred some petals, sister!
Expecting
to be greeted by a scenic view of lush greenery with white fluffy
rabbits and Golden Moas, I stepped out of the ginormous double doors and
gasped in the shock. The village was under attack by centaurs! Those
foul beasts were setting cottages on fire and harassing the poor
defenseless village folks. They trampled the crops with no mercy and
hacked and slashed their way through the mass hysteria, slaying
indiscriminately.
A Seraph ran past me to help but I heard a
‘swoosh’ and he crumbled to the ground. An arrow – presumably a
centaur’s – had flown swift and true and found its way into his neck. I
instinctively rolled out of the way as I heard a second ‘swoosh’ and
another arrow missed my head by inches, shearing threads of my hair.
Not my hair, you bitch! I charged towards him before he could draw his bow again and unsheathed d3 items
my sword; this had become personal. I stabbed the Tamini Archer with a
flurry of fanciful strikes and it wasn’t long before he dropped to the
floor, lifeless. A man behind me hollered for my attention and
instructed me to head to the inn where it was safe. But it wasn’t a
haven for long because Captain Thackery requested for reinforcements at
the garrison and I valiantly volunteered.
Don’t get me wrong, I hate
that bumbling, lovesick fool. I’ve heard of his legend of course, the
once invincible Edge of Destiny which splintered after their defeat at
the claws of Kralkatorrik, an Elder Dragon. All I know was that he
picked Queen Jennah and decided to help defend Ebonhawk, while leaving
the group defenseless. Irony was, Jennah ultimately saved the city with
her mesmeric powers so I don’t see why she needed Captain Thackery
anyway, other than to be a needy girlfriend. But this was about the
people and the village. It was about saving lives.
I ran towards
the garrison, lightning flashing and thunder roaring in the distance and
all the while being pelted relentlessly by the rain. I was soaked to
the bone but even then, I knew I looked good wet. The garrison gates
were bolted and the armed guards yelled gw2 gold
for me to defend against the invasion and I turned just in time to see a
hoard of centaurs charging towards us. Swords, shields, bows and all.
My
mind went, “We’re screwed.” But I raised my sword anyway, prepared to
engage the first enemy when a ball of fire slammed into his chest. I
looked up and saw a group of people racing towards us. I couldn’t tell
how many there were with the rain blurring my vision but I could see
that there was definitely an Elementalist, Ranger and Warrior in their
midst.
I joined the battle and as I hacked and slashed, I was
convinced I looked the best amongst my comrades. I was elegant with the
handling of my sword, not barbaric. I didn’t have a pet, but I had
clones which shattered in a shade of pink and butterflies. I didn’t
command the forces of the elements, but my spells were accompanied by
lavish pinky effects.
I destroyed my opponents with artistic
swordsmanship, twirled and leapt into the air gracefully, and phased in
and out with a pink hue. I am a swan. I flew gracefully amongst the
battlefield, taking down enemies one by one and escaped unscathed,
without so much as a speck of dirt on me. I truly am gorgeous.
The gates flew open and Captain Thackery ordered guild wars 2 guide
us to join him at the other side where more centaur forces from their
centaur lands were invading. It wasn’t long before we slaughtered the
unfeeling beasts and almost their shaman until he incapacitated us with
earth spikes and ran away with his tail between his legs. We gave chase
only to stop in horror as he summoned an Earth Elemental. Or Earth
Elemental hands to be exact. It was huge, unlike anything I’ve ever seen
before. It was easily 10 times my height and it created a swirling
vortex between its hands, sucking up everything around it.
The Hands. *Credit: Massively
I
slashed at the stone and granite, pretty sure that I wasn’t doing any
damage but slowly and surely, I was chipping away at its health. A piece
of debris smashed into the ground beside me and a mini Earth Elemental
spawned, arms raised, ready to beat me senseless until an arrow flew out
of nowhere and hit him squarely in the face. It dealt no lasting damage
to the elemental as I could see, but the poor arrow had been bent out
of shape. A ferocious bear followed hot on the trail of the arrow and
pounced on the elemental and its attention had now changed to the pet’s
master.
I left the Ranger to his poor fate as I continued hacking
away. It wasn’t long till Captain Thackery cautioned us to run back for
the Elemental’s hands were going to explode but it was too late. The
impact sent debris, trees, water mills, wagons and even cows flying in
all direction. I took something heavy to the head and I blacked out.
Three
days later, I regained consciousness and a Priestess of Dwayna informed
me that a couple of my friends came to visit, including a Lord Faren
who seemed awfully interested in her. She even advised me to get some
fresh air and exercise and suggested I help the people of Shaemoor.
Fine
by me, it was what I wanted to do anyway before I got dragged into this
centaur debacle. To aid my journey, she offered a choice of two weapons
I could use: Focus or pistol. I chose the pistol; gunning someone down
had to be more fun than smacking them to death with a cowbell.
Invigorated, rejuvenated, energized and inspired, I stepped out of the
inn into the lands of Shaemoor. Somehow, I knew the day had come. This
was the day my adventure began. The day I became responsible to someone
other than myself. This was the day I started my path to becoming a
hero, not just of Shaemoor but Tyria. Little did I know how right I was
and the horrors that awaited me beyond the fields of Shaemoor…
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