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brightwingedbat · 1 year

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Alright time to ramble about Marcus and Tybalt!

So, prior to meeting Tybalt Leftpaw, Marcus Furyclash was very much the most charr-est charr you could get. He and his warbandmate Maverick were two peas in a pod, proud, cocky and competitive with a side of violent.

Then Marcus joins the Whispers, because he's not getting physically stronger than his rival Nastazya. He wants to get quicker, more agile.

The first mission with Tybalt at first was a bore to him, going around just talking to people for info. As a blood he's beaten people for info before. But then the next part, distracting the pirates with a drinking contest? This actually got him way closer to Tybalt just from that, especially getting to fight their way out from the pirates afterwards. He just started connecting to Tybalt way more after that.

From there things just soared, he was making fast friends with Tybs, and enjoyed getting his Whispers training from him.

And then eventually they go to aid the skritt, finding Nastazya and Forgal have done the same. During this, it's when Marcus finds out about Tybalt's bad history with explosions and his right arm. But by now, he's fast friends with him, he's basically just like a warbandmate to him now. And built-in prejudice he has against a gladium is replaced by this new care for Tybalt, the spark that shifts his viewpoints.

And then came Claw Island, Marcus was there with Nastazya and Chip. All three of their mentors fell in a last stand, Tybalt, Forgal and Sieran.

Marcus took this the hardest, demanding that Tybalt should get away, he'll fight to the end. But Leftpaw was adamant, and Furyclash was dragged away roaring by Nastazya because they couldn't waste any more time.

He'd never lost any of his warbandmates before, this was the first time he really felt loss. He was struggling far more than Chip or Nastazya, to the point that Naz even tried to console him. He just brushed her off, and she got Trahearne to accompany Marcus when returning to the preceptors. Ultimately, Naz's leadership on Claw Island is what convinced Trahearne to choose her as Commander.

After saving the people in Lion's Arch from undead attacks, Marcus got his strength back again. This is what Tybalt wanted him to keep on doing, this is what he needs to keep doing.

And then comes Marcus being sent to assist with a mortar crew against Risen as the new Pact makes its way towards Orr. And the horrific trick that made him command they open fire on a group of Pact soldiers mesmerised to look like the Risen.

Marcus' heart was torn apart right there, especially after his newfound drive to be saving people thanks to Tybalt's impact. The prideful, violent charr Marcus once was has firmly been abandoned. He makes amends, he finds out the truth, then dedicates himself fully to never abandoning another person again. If they can be saved, he will save them. (This is also what later leads to Marcus quickly chasing after Rytlock into the Mists, he's not gonna let another Tybalt happen.)

The new Marcus is here to stay, a changed man. And after Zhaitan is taken down, the smitten-with-Naz charr approaches to ask to accompany her. Partly to be with her, partly to give back to Tyria, to make the world better in Tybalt's place.

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Many years later, during the events of Cantha, Marcus loses his right hand protecting his daughter.

His new paw prosthesis brings thoughts back to his head. --- Excerpt from my Commander Nastazya stories ---

Marcus and Nastazya both respond with grateful farewells, now going to take their leave of the mansion, time to let those inventors get on with their current tasks. Once outside and back in the Daigo Ward, Marcus eagerly looks about his new jade tech paw, gesturing and moving it around as he gets used to it.

"Enjoying yourself?" Ragewelder comments jovially, it's fun seeing him so entranced by it.

"It's pretty great, I tell you. Just think how many charr could have a better life with something like this, or even like how Taimi has those supports on her legs." Furyclash flinches for a moment, his gaze lowers. "Hm… Think how much better a life Tybalt could've had with one of these."

"…Marc." Nastazya sighs softly, holding a paw on his bare shoulder. "It's been over nine years and you still think of him, he really changed you, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did. If he could see us now, having beaten back all of the elder dragons…" The tiger-striped charr looks to his paws, his regular left and his mechanical right, a soft chuckle escapes him. "Y'know, now I'm a Leftpaw like Tybalt was, huh?"

"You are, aren't you? Didn't think of that until now…" A bittersweet expression on Ragewelder's face as she speaks softly. "Not planning to change your name are you?"

"No, no. I'll always be Furyclash, that's who I am." He smiles to his mate, his left paw moving up to hold over hers. "My chance to be here, with you. If Tybalt hadn't done what he did, we wouldn't have this. I'm thankful, despite how much I wish he would still be here to share drinks with."

"Then after out sightseeing, how about we do just that? A good drink for all those we've lost, who got us this far." Nastazya suggests, perhaps some helpful closure after all this.

"I'd like that." Marcus gently nuzzles his snout up beside his mate's, getting the same in return.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #charr #Marcus Furyclash #Tybalt Leftpaw

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commanderfloppy · 1 year

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I Have had a storyboard for this comic sitting around for 2 YEARS (Basically since I started this blog), so I thought I'd finally make it

#gw2 #my art #Tori Dawnmoon #Tybalt Leftpaw #I call this one: 'trying to tell your order mentor why you are so comfortable with explosives #without telling him that you're a formerly convicted criminal or that your parents were domestic terrorist'

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red-catmander · 1 year

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to you he is a bit character in an mmo who is in it for five minutes before exploding. to me he is also this but a main character... in my heart!!

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #charr #catdotpng #tybalt leftpaw #also the main character of my gw2 art folder. pour one out for the actual main characters they don't get a look in in there #gw2 fan submission

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telltalecoyote · 3 months

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You meant more to me than you'll ever know, more than I ever deserved.

While traversing the Whisperwill Bogs, Cassius was given one chance to avenge the death of someone dear to him, he wasn't about to lose it.

Lungs ablaze, legs throbbing, and chest heaving, Cassius refused to relent in his pursuit. The bogs, usually bustling with life, were now eerily silent, disrupted only by the rhythmic splashes of Cassius' paws through the swampy water. Amidst his breathless pursuit, the charr shouted, "Where are you? I'm not letting you go!"

Despite the oasis' Asuran researchers uncertain rumors that a charr Risen only vaguely resembling the one etched in Cassius' memory had made itself known, he couldn't afford to risk letting it go. He was determined to end it, even if it meant pushing himself to the brink.

As he no longer blamed the bog's environment for his taxed state, but rather his own physical limitations catching up to him, Cassius came to an abrupt halt. Gasping for air, one hand on his knee and the other over his mouth, he felt a wave of emotions, accompanied by the nauseating urge to vomit. Tears stung his eyes, a manifestation of many things the frustration, sadness, and fear of missing his only chance at revenge.

"I'll burn down this entire bog! I'll kill us all!" Cassius cried out, wiping his eyes with a dirtied palm. The bog's grime made his eyes sting, a stark reminder that he was losing composure. Moments later, he forced a charge of healing waters through his body, determined to regain stamina and resume the pursuit. The ominous sound of numerous footfalls in the water signaled that the situation was being turned against him.

The chilling sounds of labored breathing and the snapping of exposed bones accompanied the realization that Cassius was no longer the hunter; he was the prey. "It's you," a stable voice emerged from the cacophony. "Eager to follow in his footsteps."

Gritting his teeth, Cassius reached for his staff, only to find it absent – left behind in his hasty departure. Biting his tongue, he remembered the half-broken Asuran harpoon he still possessed tied to his hip, a reminder of who he was doing this for.

Ineffective for combat but still equipped with a pointy metal end, it would have to do. Cassius resolved to take down the entire Risen horde and ensure that Tybalt's spirit would accompany him.

In the fleeting moment before he charged, doubt crept in. Was this a mistake? Was he about to sacrifice himself for a chance to reunite with his old mentor? As his breathing hitched, he recalled Tybalt's words, "I've done a lot of things wrong in my life. But this one thing, I'm gonna do right." Cassius echoed the sentiment in his mind, unwavering in his commitment. Cassius Witherpaw was not one to be proven wrong.

#gw2 #charrposting #he has very strong feelings about tybalt #ttart #uhhh i should maybe have a writing tag #tybalt leftpaw #oc: cassius witherpaw

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havoc-warband · 2 years

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Vikaros exited the ship's belly, one hand already on his bow, into moderately clear air. The difference from what he'd been expecting - corruption, rot, air thick with death, like it'd been around the scout in the dark bowels of Lion's Arch - made him stumble in his tracks. Tybalt, barely a step behind him, stumbled into him. Vikaros was struck with yet another pang - he missed his warband, the efficiency of everyone working together like oiled cogs finetuned to one another. Hopefully tribune Brimstone would allow him to return soon.

"What the- wait, huh?" his mentor said, recovering clumsily. "Not sure," Vikaros replied. "It’s not like in the sewers."

"Well, that kind of makes sense," Tybalt said, carefully stepping down the gangplank. Vikaros followed closely behind, looking around warily. "It was only a scout, there, so the attack's probably not coming for a while yet."

Vikaros wanted to add something, but some commotion up ahead, beyond the gate of the fort, had drawn his attention. A charr in Lionguard armor was arguing with a sylvari in traditional leaves - why not just wear armor, Vikaros would never understand. The argument looked heated.

"That the Watch Commander?" Vikaros asked, gesturing at the pair. "Looks like it," Tybalt replied, "let's go talk- by the Legions, that's Trahearne!"

"Who?" Vikaros asked, and was ignored as Tybalt hurried ahead, leaving his mentee no choice but to follow. The sylvari - Trahearne, apparently - was valiantly trying to get a word into the charr's skull, but it didn't seem like he was listening.

"-going to launch a massive attack, right here, Watch Commander-"

"-even if there was such an attack," the commander said, a hint of condescension in his voice, "it would never breach the walls. Our defenses are legendary!"

Trahearne raked a hand through his leafy hair, heaving a frustrated sigh. "Zhaitan knows exactly how impenetrable these defenses are, and it wouldn't be mounting an attack if it confident it could break through!"

"Trahearne!" Tybalt exclaimed, clearly sensing the mounting tension and effectively breaking it up when the sylvari noticed his friend approaching, his own face breaking out into a relieved smile.

If anything, Vikaros admired the way his mentor could diffuse almost any situation, and project the exact image he wanted people to have of him. Sure, he absolutely was a very nice charr at his core and wasn't faking anything, but he had a fantastic knack for weaponizing it in social situations.

"Tybalt, my friend, it's been too long!" he said.

"It has, it really has, but I'm afraid this is not a very pleasant situation," Tybalt replied. "I think we're here for the same purpose-"

"Orr." Trahearne stated, serious again.

"Orr," the Whispers agent agreed. "We found a Risen scout in the sewers of Lion's Arch."

"That's impossible," the watch commander blustered. "It couldn't-"

"Now you've got two sources telling you about an attack," Trahearne interrupted. "Shouldn't you at least ready your troops?"

The commander growled at him. "Fine, a training exercise never hurts. Go and inspect the defenses, that should reassure you, and I'll tell the commanders to run the soldiers through some drills later today." And dismissed the party with a wave as he turned around, presumably to find his commanders.

Tybalt grinned at the sylvari. "Mind if we join?"

"Not at all," Trahearne replied. "Who's your friend?"

"Vikaros Havocforge," he said tersely, more than ready to finally get a word in. "Blood Legion centurion and Whispers field agent, partner of Tybalt for this mission."

"Whew, that's a mouthful," Trahearne laughed. Vikaros set his jaw; he wasn't about to be disrespected for the efforts he put in that granted him his current titles. The sylvari saw and quickly added: "You won't find a better partner than Tybalt, I'm sure; he's motivated to a fault."

Vikaros let out a breath. There wasn't time for bluster or politics. "Sky's turning bad," he said, grimacing as a whiff of rot reached his nose. "Better get going and inspect those defenses the watch commander seems to be so proud of."

"Talon's hubris will get him and his people seriously hurt someday," Trahearne said, seemingly happy to accept the change of topic.

"Let's go check out those trebuchets first," Tybalt said. "If a ship shows up, they're gonna be sorely needed."

The asura at the trebuchets seemed almost as overly confident as Talon had. Even though his legion wasn't Iron, Vikaros prided himself on some mechanical knowledge, and he couldn't find a fault with the machinery, so they moved on to inspect the beach.

On the beach, they were barely done talking with Deputy Mira when a wave of undead crawled out of the ocean. The stench assaulted Vikaros' nose before the sight did, so he drew his bow with a snarl - finally, another proper fight. Trahearne proved to be better at combat than the civilian Vikaros had initially taken him for - he’d have to ask Tybalt about him, later. The battle was over unsatisfyingly fast, but the sky was only getting darker.

"That was only a feint," Trahearne said, "it's coming closer."

"We need to go talk to Talon again," Tybalt agreed.

They didn't have to go far - the watch commander was standing on the walls overlooking the beach as they turned around, drawn by the commotion. "Was that everything?" he laughed. "I told you - nothing the Dragon can throw at us will get past Claw Island!"

Just then, a sound not unlike thunder rumbled through the sky.

"You just had to say that, didn't you," Vikaros mumbled under his breath, as he turned around and caught an undead ship rising from the waves, water cascading down the rotted wooden beams. Next to him, Tybalt swore.

"What's our escape plan?" the ranger asked.

"We need to evacuate the island," Trahearne said, "I think there were enough ships at the docks for the amount of soldiers I've seen-"

The Orrian ship launched something big and lumpy at the fort. It landed in the courtyard. The screams from the soldiers were short-lived as they hopefully regained their discipline quickly and fought whatever that was.

"Hold the fort!" Talon shouted. "We will show that overgrown lizard who's boss! Lionguard, keep the undead out!"

And then, so much happened at once. The big lumps of what could only be more Orrian soldiers were still flying in overhead, while they were coming out of the ocean in droves. Vikaros cursed himself for wanting a fight earlier - this was too many close calls, too quick after one another, dodging a rotting fist here and shooting an arrow into a decomposing skull with a disgusting squelch a bit further away. His lynx mauled the one who'd tried to punch him earlier - and he winced, that couldn't taste good - and before it had even hit the ground, it ran on to do the same to another corpse that was about to hit Trahearne with a piece of driftwood. The combat on the beach melted into one frantic blur - and then, sirens were sounding.

"Retreat from the beach!" he could hear Talon yell. "To the walls! Defend the courtyard!"

Someone yelled something back - something about signal fires.

"What, and let Lion's Arch think we can't hold off some Risen? No way in hell, soldier, get back into position!"

"This is a fool's errand," Tybalt growled, as they ran through the gate, the Risen still on their heels. The thick wood slammed shut behind them. Splintering sounds arose from the other side, as the horrible creatures immediately started trying to get through.

"This is a nightmare," Trahearne agreed.

"This is about to become our fucking grave," Vikaros snarled. "We're completely overrun, there's no way we can hold out."

He looked up, and saw Talon filling his lungs for another round of shouted encouragements, no doubt. Then, he was catapulted backwards, into the courtyard. He was gasping for air, and something long and rotten-looking protruded from his chest.

"Fuck," Tybalt said.

"That doesn't look like something he could come back from," Trahearne said, voice frantic.

Deputy Mira, having fought her way over to their little party, took one look at her fallen commander, and froze. "There's no way-" Trahearne started, but he didn't have to.

"Light the beacons!" Mira shouted, tears forming in her eyes. "Prepare for evacuation! Everyone, protect each other, and retreat!"

Her cry was picked up and passed along by the soldiers. The Risen were crawling over the walls, and it seemed there were more of them every second. The stench of rot permeated everything, overwhelming even the stink of panic from the soldiers.

"Mira," Tybalt began, "there's no way-" he managed before he had to devote his concentration to fending off Risen again.

A buzzing hum filled the sky. The beacons were lit. But there were still so, so many Risen. He wasn’t sure of the protocol - wasn’t sure if backup would be on the way at all, let alone arrive in time.

Vikaros, Tybalt, Trahearne, Mira and a handful of other soldiers were fighting them off, backs to the wall. One Risen flung something at their party, and it hit Mira in the face. She started screaming in pain. Vikaros was close to panic.

He was going to die without his warband by his side.

Tybalt suddenly jumped forward, momentarily pushing back the throng of Risen. "Get to the docks!" he yelled. "I'll distract them so you can escape!"

"But- Tybalt!" Trahearne yelled. Vikaros was frozen, unable to react.

"Go! C'mon, don't waste my time here!" Tybalt yelled, somehow managing a grin. It looked a little manic.

It jolted him out of his shock.

"Trahearne, Mira, soldiers, to the docks!" he yelled. Hordes of Risen was not something he understood, not on this scale. Nor being stuck on an island with them. Sacrifice, he did understand. You don't let someone sacrifice themselves in vain.

He picked up Mira, who was still screaming something about her eyes, and Trahearne followed. A throng of soldiers, protecting their commander, cut a path in front of them. Tybalt's - distraction - seemed effective: the crowds of undead thinned closer to the exit. They reached the gate without any other casualties. Vikaros stopped, about to-

"Don't turn around," Trahearne said, from behind him, sounding pained. "Don't get distracted."

Vikaros clenched his jaw, and then roared out his frustration. The soldiers picked that up too, misinterpreting it as a war cry.

They closed the gate behind them. Made a run for the docks. Manned the ship, fended off undead hands trying to hold on to the planks, sailed back to Lion's Arch.

He was commended for it. Tribune- Rytlock thought he'd done a good job.

Fuck him.

Still in a daze, Vikaros went back to the Black Citadel. He snarled at the tribune, at any other superiors he came across, at anyone who made the mistake of getting in his way, and retrieved his warband. His fighters, his friends, his family.

Never alone again. Chain of command be fucking damned.

#havoc warband #havoc writing #vikaros havocforge #guild wars 2 #trahearne #tybalt leftpaw #claw island tw #this draft was made in notepad and was titled 'clawr island'

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